#iland requests

[mygnolia]

FALLING FOR MY MC! ౨ৎ y. jungwon

୨୧ -› where a music bank mc and leader of the hottest k-pop group meet and fall in love (again)

pair -› idol!yang jungwon x radio/podcast host!!reader | trope -› childhood friends to lovers | wc -› 1.9k | REN SAYS.. i thought this idea was cute when someone requested fanboy won + weekly idol mc reader (i never watch weekly idol so have music bank instead..) and im scared of writing idol x fangirl entirely so have this spinoff! | library

- you and jungwon have been friends for a while even before he went on i-land

- he’s always been into performing, singing, and especially dancing

- sometimes you’d stay behind at school and watch him do taekwondo + dancing

- and while he was student body president, you were the president of broadcasting too!

- you loved to talk to others and be in front of a camera and also wanted to make your own padcast, but never really knew how

- so you two were definitely in communication because of your positions!

- and… drum roll please… jungwon gets a little crush on you

- let’s just say he started thinking about you whenever you started morning broadcast for the school… or when you announced his name and his plans as student body president he went all blush-y

- he thought you were super cool and loved how effortless you were in front of everyone

- like time slows down when he looks at you, his eyes go glittery everyone else disappears..

- HES WHIPPED I FEAR!!!

more under the cut :3

- you two hung out a lot afterschool and sometimes at each others houses, but you also had other friends- friends who would also become idols!!

- you’re friends with chaewon and ningning hehe

- so now that highschools kind of ending, a lot of your friends started seriously pursuing music and the idol life, but you were never quite as devoted as they were

- and unfortunately by senior year, jungwon left for i-land :(

- you tried to be close but they didn’t allow outside communication and summer left you extremely busy

- and you were really sad that you couldn’t hang out with jungwon as much, but you still had other friends and were close to many from your school because of how big your journalism class was (aka where you did your broadcasting duties)

- but watching iland was your pasttime!! you voted jungwon EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. because you knew how much work went into his skills

- and who even cares if it was biased everyone was biased in their voting

- and you loved the drama and all his other members (but god it was heartbreaking and when jungwon stood on that second to elimination stage you cried)

- when enhypen debuted, you stayed a fan not just because of jungwon, but because of his interactions and their music

- enhypen was popular from the get-go because of iland, and you paid attention to their comebacks and texted jungwon every so often

- you two weren’t able to meet because of his busy tour schedule and back to back combacks (FREE MY BOYS)

- but you always supported them wherever whenever, and even trying to get concert tickets to attend whenever they were in your area

- plus you were still a broke college student and busy with your own interests

- but it didn’t stop you from consuming their content

- and if something happened you’d text jungwon, not really expecting a text back since he was so busy, but he’d always try to respond

- “omg not your cactus dying???” and he’d respond with some laughing

- “maeumi is so big now i saw her on your live on your arm” “STOP IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING”

- little things here and there

- and maybe yes… you were a little fangirl…

- ALBUM PULLS WERE HALF JUNGWON SOME SUNOO SOME HEESEUNG BTW!!! you were eating up your pc album

- and you’d always compliment him after a comeback or a show you went to

- “ahh! tamed-dashed is so good i think my fav song from your album is just a little bit! make sure you rest so your pictures turn out cute :)”

- OK BUT THE MOMENT YOU TRULY FELL FOR HIM like actually a ‘wtf omg why is yang jungwon so HOT why do i have a MASSIVE CRUSH ON HIM (again)”

- was…drum roll…l’officiel jungwon with only the blazer and then dicon tw-en-ty years jungwon with the cherry photoshoot (not projecting LOL haha…)

- yeah you were whipped

- but ofc you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, trying to keep your comments supportive more than fangirl-y

- you and jungwon finally have time to catch up when he’s back home for a bit, and he texts you more often since you were still somewhat busy with school

- and you two reminisce on how he wanted to be an idol pre-iland and how you love to talk on the radio which he’s listened to a few times!!! (yapper y/n agenda!!!)

- and you still loved to do broadcasting even in university

- you were on a few broadcast groups and was a temporary university podcast host for studying encouragement and you shared your struggles as an incoming upperclassman

- many people listened for the tips and fun story submissions to listen to while studying!

- and you’d look for jobs and hoped to find a larger podcast or station

- so much so that you auditioned and reached out to a popular radio show host about love and dating advice called ’Let’s Find You Love!’

- and your station was SUPER popular considering how sweet and sincere your advice was

- you were honest with viewers in toxic relationships and also got popular online

- special valentines day episode! you and your host shared stories about YOUR first crush and love experiences

- your host shared some bad relationships and what not to do! but you…?? you had a crush on yang jungwon. still. ofc he looked good!!!

- “to be honest, there was this boy in highschool who i liked, and i wish i got to ask him out, honestly. he was super sweet every time we talked, and he was always so hardworking.” and with the way you said it, the people who knew you from school couldn’t deduce if it was someone close to you or someone who you pined over from a distance

- agh the mystery!! everyone is hooked on your cute story, telling you to admit your crush to him!

- BUT HELLO?? ITS LEADER OF ENHYPEN JUNGWON YOU CANT DO THAT!!!

- tiktok frl went ‘damn i want someone to talk about me the way y/n from lets find u love talked about her crush’

- but it became a HUGE hit

- so much so that music bank reached out and WOAHHH

- they want you?? as??? an??? mc????

- usually they would pick idols, but the idol that did their music bank performance had an injury, and you were doing it alone since music bank didn’t want to start rumors!

- and woah.. enhypen new comback had you on your KNEES

- plus listening to jungwon is always so satisfying, especially to see him grow and explore different concepts and looks, you were not only loving the face cards being served but also his energy and love for his fans!!

- so yeah, safe to say your feelings for him were still there..

- but then they perform on music bank for xo, and you’re…THERE???

- jungwon’s looking at you, who’s looking super pretty as you rehearse your lines and the stylists are adding to your look before the show

- and he turns to his members like dude.

- and all of them are confused like ?? “jungwon what’s wrong..”

- “DUDE MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS HERE AS THE MC AND SHE’S SO PRETTY”

- thankfully camera crew was on break..but when they were back

- yeah fans were defo in their comments like “woah why is jungwonnie so nervous??” literally who’s gonna tell them the girl he hasn’t seen in like 6 years is in front of him pretty like how he remembers??

- and you kind of wanted to surprise jungwon by not telling him, but you also never had the time to speak up with all the media training you needed

- everyone was excited for you to be mc! it was a change of pace but a fun one for the audience

- welp it’s go time!!

- “hello everyone!! woah.. is it time for..my dating advice segment? nono! i’m here as…” you pretend to open a letter and look around “music bank’s emcee?? wow, such an honor!!” and ofc you turn on the dramatics to act

- and what group to walk in but enhypen…

- jungwon smiles IMMEDIATELY. fans analyzed this whole video

- ‘dude jungwon is WHIPPED for that mc’ ‘jungwon when he meets the pretty mc” “so we’re all seeing jungwon check out the girl on music bank or…”

- you had your own little script related to their new concept, asking a few questions and then moving onto a member specific question

- “jungwonnie! i noticed you wrote the part for hundred broken hearts! can we have you sing it?”

- THING IS…who says ‘jungwonnie’ so freely?? if you guys never met?? yeah speculation was running a little out of hand fr!

Jungwon shakes his head, dimples reappearing as he takes another look at you and nods. He sings his written part into the mic, and unknowingly, you smile too. “Ah- sorry, I’m too nervous to be singing it well.” And you scoff at him, looking around at his members. “He did it great, don’t you agree, Jake? Your voice is like an angel.” You call out to Jake, who originally sings that part.

Jake tells you, “Agh, he might steal my fans if he decides to sing that part live” and you laugh, eyes crinkling as you smile at Jake’s response to move onto the next question.

- and jungwon in that moment remembers why he liked you

- your laugh, your smile, your easy-going nature, and how much you had chased for your passions over the years

- and he’s just super super proud of you for where you are now, being a literal mc

- and he knows you love doing it

- after a bit more talking they went to perform and you went back!

- he’s super nervous after their performance and the members tease him for his little crush saying how he’d get a girlfriend before all of them

- oh yeah engenes were raving abt u

- “jungwonie’ and he doesn’t even look uncomfortable they must be friends”

- it takes a few internet detectives to figure out that it’s him who used to go to school with you and it’s him who you had a huge crush on woahhh

- and then jungwon found out.

- “y/n!! look at this tiktok lolol” “jungwon why is it titled ‘y/nwon confirmed with evidence’”“it’s funny >.<“

- ur freaking out like crazy

- cuz wdym jungwon SAW IT AND FOUND IT FUNNY

- so you’re like “haha yeah so funny…anyways wyd if it’s true.”

- and he’s like freaking out on his end like omfg is it true omg does she know “idk walk over and cuddle and kiss” HE BOLD!!

- anyways ygs do just that!! sooo cute and you two are very very secretive

- until…drum roll pls..one year after the initial valentines day episode on your podcast aka 7 months after you started dating jungwon

- and he’s waiting in your living room with all of your gifts but you have no idea since you’re recording live in your studio

- “for this valentines day episode i had people submit some cute love stories! and yes i will share one of my own”

- and you read all of them and laugh at the cute stories about love because yes love we love love!

- “the moment you were waiting for! so, little one year update, but i listened to you all and the boy i liked in highschool is now my boyfriend and we’ve been together 7 months!”

- yeah the internet freaked out

- because the timeline from xo comeback to valentines day makes sense for the engenes who knew

- but ygs are so cute so who’s complaining

reblogs + interactions are always appreciated :)

[iznyangwoni]

MIA’S BLOG

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MASTERLIST

EASY TO LOVE - jungwon smau, completed.

STRINGS OF FATE - jungwon smau, descendats!au! ongoing

[niki-phoria]

hi! i would like to request enhypen x older m!reader

the scenario is just predebut-enhypen on ILAND meeting their favourite idol as a mentor! the mentor could be introduced as a special guest? i’m sorry its very vague😭😭😭

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - meeting their celebrity crush

includes: older idol male reader, these are implied to be (if not outright) romantic, didn't watch iland so probably innacurate lol, changed the idea slightly bc i couldn't think of any ideas ://

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

idol male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

(word count 177)

heeseung lets out a shaky breath as he slowly begins to catch his breath, brushing his sweaty hands against the fabric of his pants. the stage lights beaming down on him only add to his increasing anxiety. his eyes remain fixated on the floor before him.

“heeseung-ssi,” you shift the mic so it sits closer to your lips. you watch as the boy immediately perks up; his eyes widening as he looks up from the ground to instead stare at you. “you were incredible today. your vocals have matured a lot and you really stand out whenever you perform. i think you really have the talent it takes to become a great idol someday.”

“thank you, y/n-sunbaenim,” heeseung says as he bows. you stifle a small chuckle at the way his ears burn a bright red at such simple comments of praise. 

it slowly starts to spread across his face to stain his cheeks as you continue. “you’ve really impressed me over these past few weeks. it’s truly been an honor to watch your confidence grow.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

(word count 207)

jay curses to himself as he wanders into the kitchen to find a disaster of a kitchen. plates are piled up so high they’re almost overflowing in the sink. you pause, watching as he contemplates where to begin before you call to catch his attention. 

“need some help?” you smile. 

“y/n-sunbaenim,” he jumps. jay glances at the plates once again before he sheepishly nods. “if you don’t mind.”

you stifle a chuckle at the blush spreading across his face. jay’s hand brushing against yours sends an embarrassing amount of shivers down your spine when he hands a plate out for you to clean.

your shoulders occasionally brush against each other as you work side by side to clean the various dishes. “how did you all let it get this bad in the first place?” 

“i guess it’s hard to convince a group of teenage boys to clean.”

“speak for yourself,” you tease. jay’s laughter brings a soft smile to your face as you finally set the last bowl aside to dry.

“thanks for the help,” jay smiles. “i really appreciate it.”

“no problem.”

“can i make it up to you sometime? like… maybe over dinner?”

you softly smile as you nod. “i’d like that a lot.”

⋆｡°✩ jake

(word count 209)

various people surround you on all sides as you continue carefully pulling stray pieces of confetti out of your hair. you watch as the small pieces of plastic fall unceremoniously to the ground.

“y/n-sunbaenim?” a sudden voice from beside you catches your attention. you startle slightly as you turn around, softly smiling at the boy now standing before you. 

“jake.” you softly chuckle at the way his face lights up at the mention of his name. “it’s so nice to meet you! i’m a big fan. your songwriting in shout out was incredible and your vocals are amazing!”

“really?” he gasps. “that means a lot to me. i’ve looked up to you for years. thank you, sunbaenim.”

“please, hyung is fine,” you chuckle, waving off his overly formal demeanor. “i’ve actually been meaning to ask for your contact information for a while now. i’d love to work together on something sometime.”

“yeah, of course!” jake says as he grabs his phone from his pocket. he hands it to you with a nervous smile, watching as you input your number before handing his phone back to him. “it was lovely to meet you. maybe we can meet up sometime?”

jake blushes slightly but eagerly nods. “i’d like that.”

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

(word count 205)

you smile as sunghoon momentarily breaks away from the group, slipping away from them momentarily to join you near the corner. you pull him into a quick hug as a form of greeting, unintentionally making a deep blush spread across the boy’s cheeks. “congratulations,” you murmur.

“thank you, hyung,” sunghoon bashfully smiles. his cheeks remain flushed as you step back, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and back into place. 

“so, how does it feel to be an official idol?” you tease, gently brushing your shoulder against his.

“shut up,” sunghoon chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes. 

you fondly smile at him, brushing a hand against his cheek to tilt his face up so he’s looking at you. “can i take you out sometime? like… on a date?”

sunghoon’s blush deepens even more. “are you sure? you’re an idol - my idol. i- what if i mess this up?”

“hoon,” you whisper. “i like you. nothing else matters to me.”

he pauses, looking into your eyes for a few seconds, almost like he’s searching for any hints of doubt. finally, he leans in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. “i like you too. and i’d love to go out with you.”

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

(word count 197)

“kim sunoo,” the mc announces. 

you can’t help the way your lips quirk into a large smile at the confirmation of sunoo’s debut. his jaw drops open and his eyes widen as he’s quickly pulled into hugs by various of the other contestants. they reach up to ruffle his hair and pat his back. 

you adjust the mic in front of you as the chaos calms down enough for you to speak. “i want to start by saying congratulations to every one of you. you’ve all worked incredibly hard to get here and for that, you all deserve high praise.”

you pause as small ripples of applause pass through the group, making you chuckle. “i’ve grown close to all of you, but there is one person i want to call out in particular. sunoo, it’s been an honor to watch you and your confidence grow. i can’t wait to see what you'll accomplish in the future. you’re a great idol, sunoo.”

another short wave of applause makes you chuckle slightly. a deep blush spreads across sunoo’s face as he brings a hand up to his face in an attempt to hide his still-flowing tears. “thank you, hyung.”

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

(word count 195)

the sound of someone gently humming a familiar melody catches your attention, making you pause in your steps. a boy is sitting with his back against the wall, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as he begins to mumble out the chorus of your most recent comeback.

you softly smile to yourself, quietly stepping closer to him. you lean against the wall as his voice echoes through the hallway. you wait for him to finish singing the verse before you make your presence known. “wow,” you compliment. 

jungwon’s eyes widen at the sight of you; his cheeks burn a bright red in his embarrassment as he scrambles to his feet. “y/n-sunbaenim,” he says as he quickly bows. 

“oh, there’s no need for formalities,” you chuckle as you reciprocate the action. “it’s nice to meet you…”

“jungwon.”

“jungwon,” you repeat, letting the name easily roll off of your tongue. “nice name. i like it.”

“thank you, hyung.” he nervously laughs as he bows. 

you softly smile at his flushed cheeks as you take a small step closer to him. “hey, i meant what i said earlier. your voice is incredible. really.”

“ah, thank you,” jungwon repeats.

⋆｡°✩ niki

(word count 182)

niki pauses in the middle of his routine when the practice room door slowly cracks open just enough for you to enter the room. “y/n-sunbaenim,” he greets as he bows. 

“niki,” you smile, reciprocating the action. “are you practicing?”

he nods, glancing back at his reflection in the mirror. “i was just trying to get the steps down perfectly before our performance tomorrow.”

“do you mind if i help?” 

“not at all.” you softly smile as you walk over to stand beside him, watching his steps. each movement is sharp and controlled as he rehearses through the song. 

“wait,” niki pauses when you object, standing still as you carefully reach over to maneuver his body into the correct position. his face burns brightly as a flush spreads across his cheeks at your gentle touch against his body. “here.”

“thanks,“ he murmurs. 

you stifle a small chuckle at the deep blush on niki’s cheeks. your arm remains gently wrapped around his waist as he turns to face you. “we should do this again sometime,” you whisper.

“yeah,” he nods. “i’d like that.”

[soulmateszedits]

Lee Junho × 2PM ᓚᘏᗢ

✧ King, The Iland

✧ Simple || Requested

✧ Nako

[minhypen]

hiiiiiiii, i'm just curious, i remember you once upon a time revealing that "mira" will be heeseung's love interest & i was just wondering if we could request scenes between them [ after you open the reqs ofc! ] too!

& alsooo, will the other members have love interests of their own too?? & if they do, can we also req scenes between them??

helloooo anonie! i think you got a little bit confused with the names here because heeseung's love interest is kang mirae not yoo mira. but tbh i hadn't made a proper plotline for that oc yet, so you just gave me the idea of making hee's love interest an iland contestant. i'mma go change mira to mirae rn hehe <3 and as for ur "request" i'll plan to include a little bit of chemistry between mirae and heeseung, as well as jay and his love interest in dream glow, but i don't have ideas for love interests of sunoo and sunghoon yet (jake's future gf will be introduced in a future series i'm planning). if any of you have any ideas for sunoo and sunghoon's love interest, i'd love to hear them, because this series (which will take place in whichever timeline i write it, probably 2025) will focus on the members' love life too, on top of minyoung's journey. so yeah, even if it is not a request, i plan to do it!

[enmi-land]

Dia omg the new jeans lore is so long apparently they were a a 7 membered groupp!😦

this isnt a story request but omg what if mila is in iland 2 she would be the most oldest among all trainees 😫🙏🏻

RLLY? I HAD NO IDEA 😦 honestly, i haven't actually watched i land 2 (i don't rlly watch survival shows, i land was the only exception) but you got me thinking now... 🤔 i imagine in this case, she would be the heeseung/kiara of i land 2 bc she would have the age and experience and reputation to be idolised by the other girls, and she would have had more maturity as well, so defs a very prominent unnie figure for the girls, and she would try to guide and take care of them as best as she could, similar to what we see with nwjns!mila. i can't say more than that since, again, i haven't watched i land 2, but it's pretty interesting thought ❤️

[kpop-locks]

are you gonna watch iland 2 and will you make lockscreen for them too

i'll not watch it, maybe a few performances only, and we dont have any plans on making locks, if you want of any participant, you can request it (if they have enough pics tho

[ticktocklovex]

♡ DESCRIPTION : you take on a part-time job which becomes difficult to let go of.

♡ PAIRING : trainee!lee heeseung x female reader

♡ WORD COUNT : 1,503

♡  AUTHOR’S NOTE: not that anyone asked but i actually got into enhypen last year when i got covid for the first time. i stumbled upon iland and have become an engene ever since. i got covid again last week and i ended up binge watching iland again which lead to this fic. i may be adding more parts but i can't promise anything! i hope you guys like this one!

“And you’re all set!” you say as you set down the hair straightener. You use your hand to shield the eyes of the boy in front of you while you spritz some hairspray on his head. “Thanks y/n! It was really nice meeting you.” Jake says, standing up from his seat.

“Nice meeting you too and good luck with your performance!” you cheer. You raise your arms in a ‘fighting’ motion as you give him your brightest smile. Jake flashes you a smile in return which he wasn’t able to muster up earlier due to nervousness. He exits the dressing room to join the rest of the boys who are preparing for their first group performance on I-LAND.

“y/n could you please pass me the hair dryer.” says the older man at the station beside you.

“Here you go oppa.” you say as you hand him the requested tool.

“I told you not to call me that here. It’s fine when we’re in the salon but we need to keep it professional on an outside job like this.” He leans into your ear as he reaches for the hair dryer before returning to style the boy in front of him. You’ve been interning at your older cousin’s hair & makeup studio since the start of junior year, wanting to make some money of your own.

It’s now the beginning of summer break and you’ve landed this temporary job with him as stylists for the survival show I-LAND. “Yes, Cha Heon-ssi.” you correct yourself and turn back to your station to find a doe-eyed boy sitting in the vanity chair. 

“Oh hello! I didn’t see you there. I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” you bow as you introduce yourself. He does the same, “Nice to meet you. I’m Lee Heeseung.”

You begin styling his hair while you try to make small talk. The small talk doesn’t last long as you sense a heavy feeling weighing on him. You notice how his deer-like eyes failed to hide his emotions which you sensed to be something more than nervousness. You’re putting the finishing touches on his hairstyle when you speak up again. 

“You have really nice teeth.” you blurt out. Heeseung breaks out of his daze and his Bambi eyes look up at you in confusion. “It’d be a shame not to showcase them.” There’s a moment of awkward silence between you two before your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. You drop your head in an attempt to hide your face.

In that moment, you hear a gentle laugh from the boy in front of you. You look up to see his really nice teeth displayed in a beautiful smile. “Thank you y/n.” he curtly replies. “For what?” you question. “The compliment. Also, I haven’t been able to laugh like that for a while.” he says. For some strange reason, he wants to open up about all the difficulties he’s experienced in the short while since I-LAND began.

There’s just something so comforting about the way your smile reaches your eyes but he withholds himself from trauma dumping on someone he’s just met. “Well, I don’t know what you’re going through in there but you deserve to laugh. You deserve to smile. You know, because you have nice teeth. I’m sure you’ll do great.” Heeseung doesn’t know if it’s because of the rough week he’s had but your words of encouragement touch his heart so deeply that a tear almost escapes him.

You let him know that you’re done working on him and begin to clean up your station. Heeseung stands from the dressing chair with a newfound motivation. Before he heads out, he flashes you one last smile and says, “Thank you.”

-

Sunday is Heeseung’s favorite day. He didn’t always have a preference of days but after spending two months in a building that was supposed to represent an egg, everyday started to feel the same. Except for Sunday. Sunday was test day and although tests were nerve-wracking and anxiety inducing, he was also excited because test day meant he got to see you.

Seeing you felt like a breath of fresh air after spending every day with the same twenty two guys. Not to mention they weren’t allowed to have any outside communication meaning no phones or social media. Surely Heeseung wasn’t the only one who looked forward to your weekly visit.

The feeling was mutual. You didn’t have many plans for summer break this year other than working with your cousin at his salon. Sundays were also becoming your favorite. Due to the nature of your father’s work as a diplomat, you moved around a lot which resulted in you being home-schooled.

So getting to meet these guys on a weekly basis was the closest thing you’ve felt to friendship. Speaking of friendship, you were currently in the dressing room chatting away with Kim Sunoo who was a friend of the same age. “I can’t believe there’s only 3 more weeks until the finale.” he says as you’re busy working on his makeup.

“I’m rooting for your debut!” you exclaim in reply. He playfully rolls his eyes. “I bet you say that to the rest of the guys here.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, you’re not wrong. I think you’re all so talented and hardworking.” He nods along in agreement. You sense his nerves suddenly take over him.

“But hey, you always have my vote, my special ‘03 friend!” you say to try to lift his mood. He instantly brightens up and you two share a sweet embrace. The moment is cut short when you hear someone clear their throat beside you. “I’m sorry to ruin the moment but may I be styled next?” Heeseung asks.

You let go of Sunoo and straighten yourself out. “Yup, I was just about finished with you Sunoo.” you say and he gets up from the dressing chair. Heeseung replaces him in the chair as you wave Sunoo goodbye. You begin working on his hair and you two naturally fall into conversation as you’ve grown accustomed to in the past weeks.

“Do I have your vote too?” Heeseung suddenly asks you. You give him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure you won’t need my vote since you’re the ace.” His doe eyes flash disappointment for a moment before you continue. “But yes, you also definitely have my vote too. If there’s anyone who deserves to debut, it’s you.” 

Although Heeseung knows you also say similar things to the other guys, he’s still greatly encouraged to hear those words from you. You finish up with Heeseung’s hair and makeup and wish him luck on their performance. When the dressing room is empty you turn to your cousin. “Oppa, can I use your email? Looks like I have a lot of voting to do.”

-

“Are you okay? You don’t look too well.” Heeseung asks you. You were trying your best to hide your restlessness but the lack of color in your face and shaky hands gave you away. You were currently doing hair and makeup touch ups before the I-LAND boys head back on stage for the final debut lineup.

“Why am I so nervous? I’m not even the one debuting.” you question yourself. “I hope you’re not too nervous to give me a last word of encouragement.” Heeseung looks at you in anticipation. Although your interactions are quite limited, your weekly cheers for him have helped him endure even the hardest moments of the survival program. It’s the first time your mind is unable to form a coherent sentence but you wanted to express your sincere support.

“Lee Heeseung, fighting!” you cheer. You both breakout in laughter and although his future is on the line, Heeseung heads back on stage with a comfortable optimism. You, on the other hand, were not feeling too cheerful. Not only were you nervous for the boys who have been fighting for their chance to debut, you were also faced with the sad reality that this may be the last time you would get to see them.

The boys you grew an attachment to over the summer were now standing on stage, the final lineup announcement having been made. There were no words to describe Heeseung’s joy to find out he would finally make his debut as an ENHYPEN member along with Jungwon, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo and Niki. 

After receiving congratulations from the senior artists, producers, and I-LAND contestants, the boys finally get the chance to retrieve their belongings from the place they called home for the past three months. Heeseung makes his way backstage, hoping to share the good news with you but you aren’t there. He’s disappointed to see that you’re not in the dressing room either. 

Heeseung’s heart is filled to the brim with happiness but there’s a small part of him that feels a little empty, not being able to share his success with his number one supporter and personal cheerleader.

[ididntseeurbag]

ididntseeurbag's masterlist

hi! welcome to my masterlist :) rn it might seem kinda empty because i'm still starting this blog, but i plan on writing a lot and maybe opening requests in the future, so stay tuned for that! i mostly write for kpop, but i also want to do works for other fandoms (star wars, marauders, tmr, haikyuu, etc.)

disclaimer: i only write fluff or platonic imagines, no smut or nsfw content!

stray kids

- b-side | lee felix x idol!fem!reader

seventeen

~nothing yet!

tomorrow by together

~nothing yet!

enhypen

- kitchen fight | lee heeseung x fem!reader

- turning point | lee heeseung x iland contestant fem!reader

- start over | pt. 2 of lee heeseung x iland!reader

- butterfly | pt. 3 of lee heeseung x iland!reader

ateez

~nothing yet!

[gyunade]

hi! this is @harunade ‘s side blog xp i will be writing for misc groups here lol

you can request:

gg: aespa, loona, ive, lessera

bg: &team, enhypen, any iland members (no youngbin), (most) bp members, nct, tbz

^^ these r the ones i know most abt but u can request anything u want lol

nsfw only for legal members pls TT

[googoojeu]

hello! i just started paying more attention to enhypen members and their song, could i request a bulletpoint of you introducing the members and explaining their personalities? thank you!! (i've finished iland btw ><)

hi anon! i'm so sorry for answering really late, i really don't check tumblr anymore! unfortunately, i have stopped writing for enhypen last year, and i haven't written anything since then ㅠㅠ i'm so sorry again!

[yerimbrit]

guess who? : b. jeemin

synopsis: the very first day that you take over morning announcements, you have to read an anonymous confession letter! and it's addressed to you! wait, what?

# : pairing ! nonidol!bang jeemin x stuco!reader

# : tags ! dedicated to the amazing @nwjnsloona, loser!jeemin, putting that in bold was necessary, fem!reader, highschool!au, featuring izna members, mentions of other iland 2 cont., fuko plays a minor part in this, fluff, user yerimbrit sneaks a red velvet mention... are we even surprised

# : wordcount ! 7.1k

# : warnings ! none

out of all things you expected the student council president to request of you, substituting her for the morning announcements was most definitely not at the top of the list.

you like being the secretary. no, really. you consider yourself as an avid note-taker, and organizing things is one of your fortes.

being the stuco secretary meant that you didn't have to be the face of stuco. that's fuko, the president. see, fuko is a lovely president. she's pretty, she excels at her job, gets along with everyone, and so on.

of course, you admire fuko. so does practically the whole student body.

...it also meant that when she fell ill and asked (texted) you to fill in for her, you readily accepted.

it's not like you're shy or anything. it's quite the opposite. you just didn't like being in the spotlight. talking to others is fine, but being in the center of attention? yeah, that's a no-go.

so, here you are, tiredly holding up a paper script as you prepare to bore everyone with nothing but the usual reminders to clean up after themselves at eight in the morning.

...just kidding!

as soon as the clock strikes eight, you clear your throat and turn the intercom on. you even fix your hair, even though no one else is in the room except the vice-president mai, who sends you an encouraging thumbs up.

"good morning everyone! i'm y/n, your student council secretary. fuko-unnie is out sick, so i'll be taking over until she's back," you read out, eyes trailing over the next lines. mai smiles proudly at you, and you reciprocate the gesture.

you go over the usual mundane reminders (such as picking up your trash, and the assembly at the end of the week) and finally get to something interesting.

"onto something more exciting, the fall festival is at the end of next month!" you say enthusiastically, at least as much as you could in the hellish hours of the morning, "food, games, performances, you got it! club officers, please submit a filled out booth form or performance form to the student council office at least two weeks before the date."

flipping to the next page expecting to see the outro lines, you're surprised to see something completely different. confused, but still needing to read the script, you squint at the printed words on the last page. "lastly, we're launching a new program for the daily announcements: anonymous confessions."

mai makes brisk strides towards you, slipping a paper envelope onto the desk, sheepishly tapping on it and tilting her head. you open it, continuing the announcement. "we've received a few submissions since the initial announcement which was posted on our instagram page, and today we're reading the first one."

the first thing you notice is the neat handwriting printed on the lined sheet of notebook paper. you clear your throat again, blinking your eyes rapidly to try to focus on the words.

"dear y/n,

i've thought about what to say in this confession, but i can't seem to find the right words.

i really, really like you! i've liked you since last year. you've just got this way about you that draws me in—your smile, your laugh, the care that leaks into each of your actions, your music taste... everything, actually.

whenever you look at me or talk to me, i feel like my heart is going to burst. i admire you a lot. even if you don't like me back, i hope we can stay friends!

your admirer,

j.m."

the further you get into the letter, the more you feel your face burning, from your neck up to your ears. mai's jaw is slacked, and honestly, so is yours. it's one thing to confess over the daily announcements. its another for it to be addressed to the one announcing it.

"u-um, wow! thank you, anonymous!" you cough, "i'm... flattered? a-anyway, that's it for the announcements. have a good rest of your day!"

as soon as you hit the 'stop' button on the control panel, you slump over the desk and harshly bump your head in the process. the vice-president sympathetically pats your back and leaves you alone in the room.

however, there's only one thing swimming around in your mind. obviously, it's 'who is j.m.?' and 'why me?'

you don't think you're going to hear the end of it from your friends.

"hey, lovergirl." is what you hear the second you're close enough to your usual lunch table. you smack jiyoon's shoulder as you sit down next to her with your food, greeting sarang and jungeun across from you with a smile.

jiyoon's got her assortment of foods laid out on the table, the younger two already helping themselves. she insists that her family just makes her bring all the food, but you can tell she's all the more happy to share with you.

"who do you think it is, y/n-unnie?" sarang asks after taking a sip of her drink.

who do you think it is? you've seriously got no clue. you tell her exactly that, and the conversation launches into a full-blown guessing game.

"jiwoo?" jungeun starts, "no, wait, the letter said j.m. right?"

sarang rests her chin on her palm, humming. "jimin?"

"she graduated already," jiyoon states with a straight face.

jungeun giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "then could it be you, jiyoon-unnie?"

"don't!" the targeted girl turns beet red in embarrassment. "don't be ridiculous. plus, it's j-m not j-y."

you're halfway through with your lunch, almost tuning the other girls out. there's only one person who matches the intials that you can think of. but it's impossible, you haven't even held a proper conversation with her since maybe last year.

sarang slumps over and tilts her head up, pouting at you from below. you resist the urge to either a) pinch her cheeks or b) initiate a staring contest, to which you'll lose, because she always cheats without fail.

"do you have any clues?"

a voice calls out for you before you could answer the younger girl. "hey lovergirl!"

three girls approach your table. mai, who casually waves at you, koko, who greeted you, and jeemin.

jeemin. j.m. but it could just be a coincidence, right?

"stop calling me that," you wave at the three. mai nudges koko, who only grins. "and hi, what brings you guys here?"

you and your friends scooch over to make room for them, koko and mai sitting opposite of you and jeemin taking the only available seat which is right next to you. the rest of jiyoon's food is silently distributed to the newcomers.

lunch continues but you can't help but notice that jeemin is avoiding your eyes. she also hasn't said a single word to you, which is weird and frankly, and out of character for her. usually she'd at least manage a 'hello'.

you reach over and pinch her arm, eliciting a flinch from her and a startled yelp. her voice after comes out in a whisper. "w-what?"

"are you okay?"

"yeah."

she quickly turns back to her food, shoveling some rice into her mouth. unfortunately, she also starts choking, which causes mai to rush to give her a waterbottle, and for everyone at the table to start staring at her.

the girl catches her breath after taking in some water and shakily raises up a thumb, as if she hadn't almost died from eating too fast.

the rest of lunch up until the end, you notice out of the corner of your eye that jeemin is not-so-subtly giving you puppy-eyes. it's so obvious that even jiyoon raises a brow whenever she looks in your direction. and you can clearly see sarang whispering about it to jungeun, indirectly pointing with her chin.

suddenly, you think your suspicions aren't quite off. they are very correct. she's definitely suspicious. jeemin, that is.

the next few days consist of your regular schedule, except now you have what is essentially a sixth sense for whenever jeemin is around. it's easy to tell, really; she's always burning holes into your back with her puppy-dog eyes.

last year, you and jeemin were seatmates in homeroom. sorta. you sat in front of her for the whole year, in the back of the class next to the window. a classic main character seating. the girl was shy, sure. but that initial barrier had been broken down as soon as you offered to share some of your matcha pocky with her.

during the year, you'd share more of your snacks, and sometimes she would also bring her own to share. you'd discreetly pass notes back and forth, whether it'd be about whatever the teacher was talking about or random things like the new milkis flavor or whatever.

on some occasions, whenever there was a break, you'd sit against the back wall of the classroom and listen to music together. at first it was uncomfortable to move around while sharing earbuds, but the both of you had grown used to it. it was like a fleeting getaway—no one bothered you. a brief period of relaxation.

you wouldn't exactly call her a close friend; you almost never hung out outside of class. but it was a cherished connection, for sure. after the school year ended, you naturally grew apart since you never got any of her socials. but before the earlier confession announcement, you would wave and maybe exchange a greeting whenever you'd see each other.

jeemin's shyness never went away, even now as she avoids interactions but looks like she wants to talk to you so badly it might kill her.

so yeah, you're 90% sure that jeemin is the sender of the letter. it's a bit shocking, you've always thought that she's cute but you didn't think that the time you spent together was enough to develop any feelings. at least for you. you aren't one for crushes; they were probably at the bottom of your priorities when it comes to your life. but... they're not unwelcome.

that only half-explains why you're waiting outside of the performing arts room after finishing up some student council work. you didn't have to wait long; some of the other members took on fuko's work and told you to go home a bit earlier. it also just so happens to be around the time dance club's practice usually ended.

you're mindlessly scrolling through your instagram feed when the door swings open. and speak of the devil—it's jeemin, in the flesh! though she doesn't notice you yet because she's still looking behind her telling someone to shut up.

when she turns to face forward, her expression shifts into what seems to be a mix of shock and mortification. her mouth opens and closes as if she were a fish. "oh! y-y/n, fancy seeing you here!"

through the open door behind her, you can see everyone trying their best not to laugh, including koko and even mai. you flash a closed-mouth smile. "hey, jeemin."

the girl stammers before letting out a very awkward, "wassup...?"

you stifle a giggle, but widen your eyes in concern when you hear a thump. you can barely see koko and sarang dying in laughter before jeemin abruptly slams the door shut.

"what's! up," she asks, leaning against the door.

her smile is forced and her eye is twitching, it'd be cute if you didn't have something to ask of her. oh well. "do you wanna hang out? we've never hung out outside of school, i was thinking we could get some ice cream or whatever you're up for."

there's no answer, but she is turning into a whole tomato with how hard she's blushing.

"jeemin?"

"yes!" she replies quickly, before blinking rapidly and fixing her practice clothes. she's probably going to say something about changing back to her uniform before accepting your offer.

jeemin reaches behind her for the doorknob, still facing you. "i mean—yeah! yeah, i'm free. i just need to, uh, change out of my practice clothes sorryjustgivemeasec—" see? what did you say?

she twists the doorknob and pulls the door open and back, but what's unexpected is your very own ryu sarang tumbling out like a prize from a gachapon machine. why is the practice room door double-action? also, sarang?

both you and jeemin are staring at the younger girl in confusion. said girl scratches her head and gets up like nothing happened, enveloping you in a big, warm hug. "hi unnie! i missed you..."

you're taken aback, but you return the hug. "hi sarangie, we just saw each other earlier."

jeemin glances at you and sarang still hugging with a slight look of resignation, and shuffles back into the practice room to get her bag and change somewhere.

"are you okay?" you mumble, fingers carding through sarang's hair. you feel her nod, and pull away when jeemin returns. "i'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"mhm, see you. have fun on your date jeemin-unnie, y/n-unnie!" the younger girl waves and skips back into the room.

the door shuts again and the taller girl is avoiding your gaze. that won't do, will it? you tap her shoulder and grin up at her, not missing the tinge of red settling across her cheeks and coloring her ears. "ready?"

"mhm, yeah. totally. ice cream?"

"ice cream," you nod.

ice cream it is.

you find yourself making this—stopping by the dance club after you finish your work—a regular thing. if there wasn't any practice, you'd wait outside of her homeroom and pick up jeemin to head off to wherever the wind takes you.

so far, you've taken jeemin to the local ice cream parlor, the park, a bakery, and other classic date spots. and on top of that, enjoyed a very nice weekend going bowling and watching her try to impress you in front of mai and jiyoon. the poor girl had tripped over her feet in an attempt to bowl a strike like she planned, but ultimately landing her ball in the gutter.

today is a regular weekday, nothing out of the ordinary. fuko has, thankfully, recovered from her sickness and lifted the task of morning announcements off of your shoulders. during your brief time as the announcer, there hasn't been any other love confessions, but more boring ones that you can't even name off the top of your head.

truthfully, spending all this time with jeemin has undoubtedly changed your way of thinking. you notice all the little things about her, like the way she pokes her tongue against her cheek when she's lost in thought, or how sometimes she unconsciously lowers herself whenever you're side by side. at first it almost offended you, but it did make it easier for you to link your arm with hers.

the girl is still a little shy, but she's evolved to taking your hand in hers first! that's totally baby steps. maybe she'll even grow out of blushing and looking away after five seconds of eye contact. cute. she's now saved in your contacts as "j.m." followed by a bear emoji and a blue heart. and the contact photo is a candid photo you took of her petting a dog, enamored by the samoyed puppy. so cute.

you're organizing files after school while fuko and the treasurer look over some paperwork. there's a lot of planning needed for the upcoming festival—because of this, you had texted jeemin prior that you'd be late.

what you didn't expect is a knock on the door, revealing bang jeemin herself, freshly changed into her uniform.

"jeemin," you stand up from your seat. "what are you doing here?"

she perks up at the sight of you, but shrinks back when she meets the eyes of fuko and the other council member. "i, um. wanted to pick you up this time. i-if you're not busy, that is."

you purse your lips. you've already sorted through the majority of the files, but there is still a report to be written.

the president clears her throat, eyes softening when you peer over to her. "i can take care of the rest of your work, y/n. you know, as a thank you for doing mine while i was out."

"are you sure?" you frown. fuko has always been giving. a little too much, you might add. as the president, she has the most paperwork out of all of the council; you wouldn't want to add to that stack.

she waves her hand, practically shooing you away. "i'm sure. go have fun, lovergirl."

"unnie, please don't call me that. i've had enough of it already with everyone else."

fuko only giggles and winks at you as you pack up your things and walk over to where jeemin is stiffly standing. grabbing her hand and waving to you fellow student council members, you drag her out with her before she can scramble to bow to them.

"do you want to go anywhere in particular?" you swing your interlocked hands between the two of you playfully.

jeemin shakes her head, looking ahead. "i picked last time, so you should today."

internally, you swoon. so charming. so considerate. you never thought you'd be feeling this way for bang jeemin, the quiet girl that sat behind you. but a part of you feels guilty that you've been knowing she was behind the letter. and that she's unaware of that fact.

"can we go to the bookstore, then? i've finished a novel and i want to get the next part of the series."

"i..."

"hmm?" curiously, you glance at the taller girl, whose cheeks have dusted pink. "jeemin?"

she meets your gaze with an intense one of her own. "i don't mind the place as long as i'm with you..."

oh. that's new. that's not shy, timid jeemin. that's total heartthrob jeemin. oh. oh dear.

your heartbeat speeds up, and you just have cover your face with your free hand to hide the blush that is growing by the second.

"you're a dangerous woman, bang jeemin."

"huh!?"

the bookstore is a comforting place; it's quiet, there's a reading nook with fairy lights, and sometimes the owner brings their cat barbie, a calico who loves to waltz around the place.

occasionally, you stop by when you can't be bothered to order online. why? because it's always more fun to browse through the catalogue in person rather than amazon, right?

jeemin holds the glass door open for you like a gentlewoman, and you just have to curtsy as you walk in. the action makes her blush, so it's worth every second of your brief embarrassment. you hear a faint meow come from a distant corner of the bookstore and grin, crouching down to greet the cat.

"hi, barbie!" you coo, scratching behind its ears. jeemin stands statically by you, not knowing what to do. you giggle at the sight of her eyes darting around like she'd been caught or something. "jeemin, don't just stand there... you can pet her, she's friendly."

the taller girl sheepishly crouches down, hesitantly reaching out her hand to pet the feline. it sniffs her hand for a moment, but then pounces at her and launches a full-on attack: scratching, biting, the whole shebang. jeemin yelps in pain and shock, moving her arm away but unable to get the cat off.

you can only stare, speechless, before trying to pry away the cat away from the girl in distress. "barbie! barbie, no! i thought you loved everyone!"

the next few moments are spent wrangling a cat who absolutely abhors jeemin for some unknown reason. you swear it's friendly, barbie was the best! maybe jeemin has a cat repellent on her. or maybe she is the cat repellent.

so, yeah... the owner of the bookstore heard the commotion from the back and had to come in to take barbie away, apologizing profusely to both you and jeemin.

"i'm sorry," you sigh in guilt, sticking (ironically) barbie themed bandaids onto jeemin's wounds in the reading nook. "she really was friendly, she loves everyone who comes in, even jiyoon-unnie."

jeemin frowns. "i guess i'm an exception. you're not making fun of me by using barbie bandaids, are you?"

the question is so funny to you that you almost laugh out loud. "no, i'm not. i'm glamorizing your boo-boos."

the tips of the girl's ears tinge red. cute. "what's your novel about?"

a smooth topic change. "hm? oh, it's a thriller. it's about these five girls killing each other, but the illustrations are super cutesy."

"what?" as expected, she's taken aback. who wouldn't, at how casually you were describing it?

"er... you'll get it if you try it. it's an interesting read, made me gasp a few times. the next book is about them killing pizza men."

"um..."

"i think it's an acquired taste... do you feel better?"

you tap each bandaid that was meticulously placed on each scratch and wound, totaling to a whopping nine areas. jeemin gives a neutral response, clearly trying to act tough, but you go ahead and plant a kiss on each bandaid anyway.

"that surely cures your pain, don't you think?"

no response. you glance up at jeemin and, ah, yes! the tomato is back, unsurprisingly. you giggle and take her non-injured hand, standing up and leading her to the horror section of the store.

and of course, here's the thing: this specific series is uber popular. it's a hit or miss whether or not you can even find it in stock. you honestly didn't think you'd have a big chance of encountering it; it was mostly an excuse to bring the girl you've been growing a fondness for to one of your sanctuaries.

jeemin follows after you, staring in wonder at just how many books are stored and displayed neatly on the wooden shelves. there's a whole section dedicated to the red velvet series, the one you were talking about. you weren't really reading it in chronological order, which is off-brand of you because, and you cannot stress this enough, you love to be organized. unfortunately you discovered the series through a book that wasn't the initial release, so it can't be helped.

your eyes dart around, trying to match your mental image of the book you were looking for to any of the ones on the shelf. there's a lot. psycho, bad boy, russian roulette (the one you just finished), and more. but you can't seem to find... ah. peek-a-boo. and just your luck, it's on the very top section of the shelf. out of your reach.

it's humiliating to go on your tip-toes, straining your arm as you reach for the book, that is until you feel a presence from behind you, and seeing an arm easily grabbing the book you had your eyes on. turning around, you're faced with the view of jeemin's gray graphic tee, before looking up and meeting her bashful gaze. you're close. close enough that you could just lean in and kiss- okay, you're getting off-track.

your face flushes a deep red, and you step to the side in an attempt to hide yourself, clearing your throat. "thanks, jeemin."

"um, yeah. of course." the taller girl is as blushy as you, averting her eyes as she hands you the book that started this whole scene.

when the two of you check out and leave the establishment, there's only one thought echoing throughout your mind.

that is, bang jeemin is a dangerous woman.

it's a random day after school—a filler day as you like to call it—and you don't have anything planned with jeemin but you pick her up nonetheless. today's jeemin is a little more timid than usual. that's fine with you, of course, but you can't help but feel like your relationship has backpedalled.

even more so when she turns to you with a sad but very hopeful face, and says, and you quote: "i'm the one who wrote the letter."

well yeah, you know that already. and you tell her exactly that... maybe not exactly that. there's a lot of emotions you feel with this delicate topic, and you have to express those to her.

"i'm so sorry," you take her hands in yours, earnestly looking her in the eyes. "i already knew. just—just let me explain, okay?"

the girl looks confused, bewildered even. your guilt is eating you up whole. but your feelings are true; you're starting to like jeemin, in the way that she likes you. and you don't want her to think that you've been playing with her after receiving the letter.

"i've always thought you were cute, since the first day we met." you start, "but we'd never spent enough time together for me to develop any deeper feelings than that. you were more than a hallway crush, but less than a crush, you know?" you say all in one breath, hoping she doesn't take your own confession the wrong way.

you continue. "with all the time we've spent as of lately, i've gotten more than enough of the time for those feelings to bloom."

"oh."

oh. is all jeemin says. a good oh? a bad one? how are you supposed to know?

you won't get to know because she bites her bottom lip and walks away.

'damn it.' you curse in your head. 'you should've told her from the start, y/n. damn it.'

jeemin avoids you the entirety of the following day. you pretend it's not bothering you, but it's so painfully obvious to the others and yourself that it is affecting you. no texts back. no waves in the hallway. no visits during breaks. not even a single glance towards your table during lunch.

there's a jeemin-shaped hole shot through your heart, and it aches. if this is the result of no contact for a day, you think you're doomed.

you find yourself walking around campus with a glum aura surrounding you. jiyoon inconspicuously sends you pictures of puppies during class, hoping to silently cheer you up. which is silly, but you appreciate her efforts nonetheless.

after school, jungeun intercepts you on your feeble attempt to drag yourself to the dance club, and buys herself and you a strawberry milk from the vending machine near the school entrance. as thanks, you pat her head and walk her home, promising to treat her to a meal later.

and for the first time in a while, you're tossing and turning in bed. you didn't think jeemin had that much of an effect on you, but you stand corrected. it's kind of pathetic. you feel pathetic. not pathetic like jeemin after an intense workout, but pathetic like you can't live a day without her. and it has quite literally only been a day without her.

in your desperation to "catch some Z's" you hit up sarang. and sarang, oh so lovely sarang, sends you an hour long documentary about bears, which did not help.

(because admittedly, you watch the whole thing—beginning to end—and can only think about jeemin, the whole time.)

your one-day-hell abruptly ends during break when someone raps their knuckles against your desk, which consequently has you tearing your eyes away from your phone and up to the person—oh, it's jeemin.

oh. it's jeemin? (!) (!?)

"jeemin!" you stand up from your seat, wide-eyed and hands fumbling around to find a place to rest. they end up in your pockets, and you clear your throat of any phlegm before smiling. "hey."

"hey," she waves. the break is about to end, so she has to make whatever she's going to say quick. "our dance team is performing at the festival..."

you know that already. you are, in fact, the student council secretary, but you don't remind the dancer of that fact, waiting for her to continue.

jeemin looks down, mustering up all the courage she has. you can almost see it manifesting, what with how hard she's clenching her fists. "so, please watch me! i'll c-capture your heart with my charms!"

the statement is so ridiculous that you just have to laugh out loud. it sounds like it's straight out of a manga, the way she shouts it out loud for your whole class to hear. which by the way, is now staring at the two of you.

your laughter causes jeemin to shrink back (because who says that unironically?) but then you smile warmly at her.

"i promise i will."

and it's worth the embarrassment of having the whole class watch a part of your love life, because jeemin's face completely lights up and she flashes you the biggest smile you've ever seen her smile and runs off right before break ends.

the festival is in two weeks. and you're so looking forward to the dance club's performance.

recovered from the one-day-hell of jeemin deprivation, you're happily back to talking terms with the dancer. she's taken to staying behind longer to practice, which means you don't go out together for now. you don't take it personally, you've also been busy with secretarial duties.

sure, you're exhausted. but you know for a fact that the end product is absolutely going to be worth it, judging by the ones you've attended in the past. food stalls, various club attractions, and most of all the performances. seeing everyone's hard work come to fruition in person is amazing.

unfortunately, with everyone interested, it brings more work for the student council. budgets, club information, performance slots, booth availability, and more; every day feels like a marathon for your poor brain. after all of this is over, you'd really just like to take a giant nap.

mai's been juggling student council work and dance practice, keeping an even tighter schedule than before; there's more rigorous routines to perfect, and even more planning for the festival.

and speaking of the dance club, you've been pumped up ever since jeemin's corny declaration, looking forward to how she would charm her way into your heart. which, she already has, but knowing jeemin... she'll surpass your expectations in the best way possible.

sarang and saebi (another tall girl from dance club, who you don't talk to much but are acquainted with) catch you as you walk out of the student council room. they're in their practice clothes, presumably taking a break because they came out of the restroom across from the council room.

out of courtesy, you walk them all the way back to the dance club. it's pretty much a crime, how there's such a long way to the restrooms from the performing arts room. you try to convince yourself that the scenery makes up for it, with student art and posters adorning the walls and somewhat motivational quotes painted on the walls above the lockers. there's flyers advertising the upcoming fall festival everywhere, like a reminder being laser-beamed into your hippocampus.

you tuck your hands in your pockets, directing your gaze to the two girls to your right. "how's practice?"

saebi lights up, and you feel so blinded by her smile that you have to physically divert your eyes to recover. "it's going great! our routine is really coming together, i'm so excited to perform."

beside you, sarang narrows her eyes playfully. "you're not trying to get a spoiler out of us, are you?"

what? no, that's preposterous. you would never do such a thing. "yes."

"i think you got your thoughts and speech mixed up, unnie."

you don't need to defend yourself because after what felt like an eternity, the three of you have arrived safely at the performance arts room. taped to the door is a handmade poster that says 'come watch the dance club's performance at the festival! day 2, @ 1pm, main stage.' surrounding the text is a bunch of animals in various art styles, presumably drawn by different members of the club.

the door is shut, but if you listened close enough you could faintly hear the sound of shoe squeaking and some background music.

"that's weird," sarang comments, "everyone left for break. who could be in there?"

saebi twists the door knob and slightly opens the door. the three of you try to peek at the lone dancer through the open crack with sarang on the bottom, you in the middle, and saebi on top. you shift your eyes, quickly finding the dancer. the girl's movements are fluid, moving to the beat in confidence and determination. trying to identify mystery-dancer, you squint at the mirror and gasp.

the girl is jeemin.

'come to think of it, i've never seen her dance before, but...' a smile makes its way onto your lips. 'she's cool when she dances.'

the impromptu stack disbands and sarang turns to you with an animated smile. "it's jeemin-unnie! she's been working really hard, you know? to impress you."

to impress you? hearing it from jeemin is one thing, but for others to notice too? it makes you feel giddy inside. "is that so?"

both of the girls nod.

"i'll be looking forward to your performance, then," you grin, raising a fist.

sarang raises an eyebrow, opening her mouth to say something but chooses not to. instead, she smiles and waves, dragging the taller girl into the practice room with her.

huh. that was weird.

you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack. when you get home, you have an email to write, and a spreadsheet to edit. but instead of your work, your mind is overloaded with thoughts that consist of a certain bear-resembling girl whose initials are j.m.

it's d-day! you're supposed to be overlooking the event but fuko (oh so gracious fuko) told you to go off and watch the performances, saying something about how "experiencing the event" is "part of your job". that doesn't really make too much sense in your head, but you get to watch the thing that's been on your mind for weeks, a.k.a. jeemin's performance with the dance club.

the spacious front yard of the school has been completely transformed, with a huge slot of empty space before the almost professional looking main stage that was set up solely for the three-day festival. behind the audience area lies lines of food stalls and carnival games that only a fraction of the attendees can beat. lively student stall keepers holler and beckon people to come over, and some teachers who were forced into a hotdog costume or even an inflatable t-rex costume (believe it or not, there were plenty of those) are standing in front of attractions while holding signs.

you buy yourself some blue raspberry flavored cotton candy, and make your way over to the stage, hoping to get a good view before clumps of crowd form when the performances begin. you pull out a piece of the cotton candy and pop it in your mouth. it's sweet and sugary and- uh, it's just that. sweet and sugary, since cotton candy is entirely sugar and air. the rest of the sweet treat is inhaled by... none of than you, and you throw away the cone before rushing to grab a spot in the very front.

admittedly it is a little lonely, since most of your friends are performing—even jungeun and jiyoon, who are singing a duet together—leaving you alone to watch the show. no matter. they will have your support either way. your friends are very talented, and you'll always be their biggest fan.

fuko and one of your fellow student council members, the popular, bubbly social media manager, make their entrance onto the stage. the cheers that erupted from the crowd—that you didn't even notice formed around you—were deafening, and it was just because the pair walked onto the stage.

they do the usual greetings, do some mc-ing, and announce the first group to perform. there's an entertaining mix of stand-up comedy, magic shows, cover bands, singers, cultural performances, and more, and your chest swells with pride as you intently watch the students have fun on the stage. the festival is always an occasion in which you truly get to see unity within the community; all support, no hate. it's a beautiful thing.

jungeun and jiyoon emerge from opposite sides of the stage, and you scream as loud as you can when you catch glimpses of them in their black outfits. their performance soothe you, bringing you close to tears throughout the song. the girls' vocals come together in a saccharine mix, their voices complimenting each other in the best way you can describe: the epitome of harmony.

at the end of the song, you scream their names again and have to rush to write something on your phone to act as a sign, holding it up high so the girls can see it from their place on the stage. when they do notice it, jiyoon smiles and sends a heart in your direction, and jungeun waves with a toothy grin. yep. totally worth it.

a few more acts later and it's finally time for the dance club to shine. you're so excited you could bounce off the walls, if there was any nearby. once again, the crowd's cheers make you want to rip your ears off, but you join in anyway. you only live once, right?

the dancers get in position, but there's something strange: jeemin's nowhere in sight. you cheer for sarang and koko, who are the only ones you're familiar with in the lineup, and try to enjoy the routine as much as you can, but there's that stinging feeling in the back of your mind, questioning the lack of the girl who claimed she was going to "capture your heart with her charms".

you cheer again at the end of the routine, biting your lip. is jeemin okay? did she injure herself? what happened?

koko takes a mic, catching her breath and smiling. "i hope you enjoyed this performance! but..." she hands sarang the mic.

"don't worry," the shorter girl breathes out, "we still have one, special performance left."

for a brief moment, you swear she deliberately makes eye contact with you when she says special. involuntarily, your heart palpitates and your mind races and- bang jeemin.

bang jeemin, who stylishly walks in from behind the curtain with a stack of fake dollar bills in hand, followed by mai, saebi, and two girls who you recognize as kim sujung and son juwon, known for being incredibly skilled in the field of dance. they all throw their paper bills up into the air, making it rain and effectively gaining screams and cheers from the audience.

the background music—money, by lisa—starts and you can't help but to let your jaw drop, eyes sparkling as you admire everyone's moves, especially saebi's own killing part, and mai's fiery swagger. juwon's expressions are on point, and sujung is just so cool. most importantly, your thoughts immediately fill with 'jeemin, jeemin,' and more 'jeemin' and as soon as you catch her eye, you feel your legs almost give out.

'this girl,' you think, as you notice she is definitely sending winks and directing some of the choreography towards you. no, it is not your delusions. you know this is true. she is looking right at you.

you only feel more amazement when the four dancers move to the side to make way for jeemin's solo. her movements are filled with precision and charm, confidence oozing out with every gesture she makes and every expression she offers. if she hadn't charmed her way into your heart before, she definitely has now with this performance being the tipping point.

this jeemin is different from the timid, bashful jeemin from a year ago. you saw only a small part of this side of her a while ago, but now you get to see it for real.

the group joins back together for the dance break and the outro, and you suddenly feel your throat dry up, managing a weak cheer when jeemin sends the last wink to you. you're so impressed you're speechless. today is definitely a day to remember.

four of the girls make to exit the stage, and you almost attempt to leave the crowd until jeemin taps a microphone and it screeches—not the most conventional way of silencing the audience, but it works. even if it was unintentional on her part.

the dancer flushes red in embarrassment before she tries speaking into the mic. "um, hi. our performance was good, wasn't it?"

the audience erupts in a loud cheer. the corners of jeemin's mouth lift, and you unconsciously mirror the action. "i just wanted to say- uh, i have something special to say. to someone very special in the crowd right now."

she takes a deep breath, clenching the microphone as she slowly takes small steps in your direction. your breath hitches. "y/n. i want you to know that you've got this way about you that draws me in—your smile, your laugh, the care that leaks into each of your actions, your music taste... everything, actually." she laughs. the pleasant sound echoes within your mind; you hope you can hear this sound for the rest of your life.

"whenever you look at me or talk to me, i feel like my heart is going to burst. i admire you a lot."

some people around you gasp. you hear murmurs of, "oh my gosh, jeemin is the sender of that letter from a month ago!" and "it's her!?" all around you, and you've always disliked being the center of attention but you suppose today is a truly special occasion.

you're surprised she doesn't stumble over her words, with the rosy blush on her cheeks spreading to her ears. she continues, reaching the edge of the stage where you've been pushed to the front.

"i put a lot of effort into my performance to impress you, y/n..." she squats down. now you are eye to eye with jeemin and you're afraid that her blush is contagious, feeling a burning sensation on your own face. "so... have i charmed you?"

a microphone is passed to you, and you think all of your decision-making skills have been honed for exactly this moment. you inhale... exhale... and look into jeemin's deep brown eyes. "i must say, that was a rather... entrancing performance."

her eyes gleam, and you're unable to fight off the bright smile that settles on your face.

"and i'd also like to say that yes. you have successfully captured my heart with your charms."

a/n : i love u bang jeemin my favorite loser from izna

[jeeseth]

hello, i have a request for a fic if you don't mind

jeemin and y/n have known each other for a long time (both being a former Soumu trainee and going to the same school) and jeemin has a crush on her but never admits it. until they both participate in Iland-2 and jeemin revealed her crush to Koko and Saebi and they try to get Jeemin and y/n to get closer

thank you

ANON SORRY IT TOOK A LONG TIMEEEE, i’m REALLY SORRY 😞

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Hi! Can i request a male reader x Jake where they broke up because of Jake's idol life but they made a promise that m!r would be at their first concert and with the sea of people, m!r is at the front and Jake spots him. It made Jake realize who he started performing for at first is to see the smile of m!r and both reconcile at the end.

pairing: jake x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: slight angst/fluff word count: 1.5k

includes: momentarily breaking up, breaks are meant to be timeskips, probably not my best work ngl lol

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you lean back against the mirror, watching as jake performs in the stuffy room. his movements are sharp; expressions perfect as he effortlessly dances through the entire choreography. your phone lays forgotten to the side, hooked up to an aux cord as the last few notes finish playing through the speakers. 

the next song on your playlist continues as you applaud for jake. his lips quirk upwards into a small smile as you cheer before scrambling to your feet and tackling him in a tight hug. “y/n!” he laughs, stumbling backwards as you eagerly wrap your arms around him; all but throwing your body into his.

you pull back just enough to rest your hands on his face, pressing a million little kisses against his skin. a light blush spreads up his neck. he laughs at the ticklish feeling of your lips against his skin before you finally pull him into a sweet kiss. 

jake’s hand reaches up to cup your cheek. you only pull back when your lungs are burning for air; begging for a release. you’re all but panting as you and jake smile at each other. “i think i want to be a singer,” he murmurs.

“you do?” you brush a stray strand of hair out of his face. 

“yeah. i auditioned to be a singer in korea a few weeks ago and… i got in.”

“really?” you gasp. jake nods. he laughs when you jump to wrap your arms around him again. “that’s incredible!”

he pulls you into another quick kiss. “there is… one thing, though.”

“what is it?”

“i have to move,” he sighs. “to seoul. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.”

“no,” you shake your head, pulling him into another hug. “i’m proud of you, jake. so, so proud of you. we’ll make this work, okay?”

he coaxes you away just enough to lean down and pull you into another sweet kiss. “okay.”

“jake…” you sigh. you run a hand through your hair, blinking back the tears in your eyes. “listen, i like you. i really like you, but…”

he bites his lip, forcing down tears of his own. “but?”

“i can’t keep doing this. we never see each other and when we do you’re busy or tired or stressed and i… i need you in sydney. or i need to be here in seoul. so until we can make that happen…”

“you want to break up.” your heart breaks at the way jake’s voice shakes. “will you promise me something before you go?”

“anything.”

“my first concert. come to my debut showcase. please?”

“okay,” you whisper after a few seconds of silence. “i’ll be there. i promise.” you reach up to cup his cheek, wiping away the stray tears that roll down his cheeks. “we’ll find each other again, okay?” you sniffle, pulling him down into a final kiss. jake gently wraps his hand around your wrist, squeezing his eyes shut. you let out a shaky breath before stepping back and pulling away. “i’ll always love you, sim jake.” you choke back a sob as the words escape your lips.

“i love you too,” jake whispers into the quiet as he watches you walk away; disappearing into the darkness. 

“nervous?” heeseung asks. jake startles slightly at the sudden voice beside him before he nods. 

“i’m fine,” he says. “just… thinking about someone.” heeseung remains silent, simply watching as jake plays with his fingers before he sighs. “before iland, when i was a trainee… i was seeing someone. and he’s smart, and handsome, and everything i’m not. i asked him to wait and… he couldn’t. so we broke up.”

“i’m sorry,” heeseung whispers, reaching over to pat his shoulder. 

jake sighs as he continues. “i made him promise to come see my debut showcase. as he was breaking up with me, actually,” he chuckles. “for months it was just a hypothetical but now that it’s actually happening it… scares me, i guess.”

“you’re still in love with him,” heeseung muses. “that’s why you’re so scared of seeing him.”

jake purses his lips, looking down at the floor. “i guess i am,” he whispers to himself. 

heeseung’s words of encouragement are interrupted by a staff member calling out for them. they gather into a small group, nodding to each other before someone ushers them on stage. 

jake brushes his sweaty hands against the thin material of his dress pants as he patiently awaits his turn. the world around him fades away as his mind drifts through each and every moment he shared with you - seeing you in his chemistry class for the first time, feeling his cheeks heat up whenever you smiled at him, the way his heartbeat increased when you kissed him for the first time; even the way his heart broke when he watched you leave. 

jake follows after sunoo as they make their way onto the stage. they walk through the smoke into the middle of the set. it’s ornate - as extravagant as it could be for a set made primarily of styrofoam and plywood. everything is coated in a deep red lighting, contrasting against their white undershirts. 

jake takes a deep breath to calm himself as he follows the others in getting into their proper positions. he focuses on a staff member’s hand as they count down from three before a small, blinking red light on the camera before them appears. it remains in place for a few seconds before it slowly pushes inwards towards them. 

the first few notes of given-taken play over the metronome in jake’s in-ear monitors. he focuses on the rhythmic sound, letting his body run through the choreography he knows so well. the sound of the audience cheering and singing along is just barely audible though it does little to calm his growing nerves. 

jake’s eyes unconsciously scan through the audience below until something catches his eye - a boy, standing in the front row, wearing a familiar blue sweater. it’s you. 

his breath hitches in his throat. your haircut has changed. you look taller and your features have matured slightly but your smile is exactly the same. jake can feel his lips curling upwards into a soft smile of his own as you wave up at him from where you’re standing below. 

jake finishes the song in a happy daze. he remains fixated on you as he joins the rest of the boy’s in holding their ending position for a few seconds. the cheers of the audience slowly fade away as they give a final bow before finally exiting the stage. 

“did you see him?” heeseung asks.

“i did,” jake smiles. he glances over at the door amidst the celebration. 

“go,” heeseung whispers. “i’ll cover for you.”

“thank you,” he murmurs as he slips out away from the crowd. heeseung simply nods, moving to block the view to the door.

jake anxiously plays with his fingers as he walks through the winding hallways. the speech he had prepared in his head immediately seems to disappear as soon as he sees you. more of your features are visible from up close. you’re just as captivating as you were when he last saw you. “y/n,” he calls. you smile as you walk over to him. 

“jake,” you reach over to pull him into a quick hug. “it’s so good to see you again.”

“you too.” jake pushes his nerves down, brushing his sweaty hands against the fabric of his dress pants. “so,” he begins. “when i asked you to come to my debut showcase, it was because i wanted to see you again. losing you - letting you go; it was the worst decision i’ve ever made. i spent months being miserable while i was training and i realized… it’s because i lost you. i started performing because i want to see you smile. i make music about you. you inspire me in so many ways, but then i lost you and-”

“jake,” you cut him off with a slight chuckle. his face flushes a deep red when you step closer, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “i love you too.” you coax him closer until your faces are nearly touching. your voice drops until it’s barely audible over the noise of jake’s own heartbeat pounding in his ears. “i’m gonna kiss you now.”

his breath hitches as he nods. ��okay,” he whispers. you smile as you lean in and pull him into a sweet kiss. 

jake’s blush has spread upwards from his neck and onto his cheeks. you chuckle at the sight when you pull away. “i missed you,” he murmurs. 

you simply pull him back into another peck, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “i missed you too.” 

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