#park junwon x reader

[celestialmatcha7]

baby fever | ph-1 (park junwon)

wc: 587 words

pairing: ph-1 x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive and some fluff

author's note: i fell in love with him and his music, so i became inspired and wanted to write something for him. i hope you enjoy. one like and i will do a part 2.

The late afternoon sunlight poured into your living room, bathing the space in a warm golden glow. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard the unmistakable sound of Junwon's keys jingling at the door.

"Baby, I'm home," his familiar voice called out, soft and warm like honey.

You barely had time to respond before you heard the quick patter of Holly’s paws against the floor. Her little tail wagged furiously as she greeted Junwon, bouncing with excitement.

"Hey, Holly!" Junwon laughed, crouching down to ruffle her fur. “Missed you too, girl.” Holly barked once, as if in agreement, before trotting back to her spot on her fluffy bed in the corner of the room.

Junwon stood up, his eyes immediately finding yours. His face softened, and the tired lines you noticed earlier seemed to disappear. He set his things down and crossed the room, pulling you into his arms before you could even ask how his day was. His body heat enveloped you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly grazing your skin.

"Hi," he murmured against your collarbone, his voice muffled and low.

"Hi," you replied, laughing softly. "Rough day?"

"Not really," he admitted, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Just... been thinking about you a lot today."

There was something about the way he said it, his fingers tracing absent-minded circles on your thigh, that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah? What were you thinking about?" you teased, your fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie.

Junwon’s lips curved into a small, shy smile, but his eyes told a deeper story. "You. Us. The future," he said softly, his hand now resting protectively over your stomach, even though there was nothing there—yet.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you raised an eyebrow. "The future, huh? Care to elaborate?"

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over your hip. "I saw this couple today at the café," he started, his tone soft and full of wonder. "They had this little baby, and I don’t know... something about it just made me think of you. Of us. Of how amazing you'd be as a mom."

His words hung in the air, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. "Junwon..."

"I mean it," he said, his voice a mix of sincerity and longing. "I keep imagining us with a little one. You, holding our baby, looking as beautiful as you always do. Me, spoiling them rotten and stealing your cuddles when they’re asleep. Even Holly—she’d probably try to guard them, wouldn’t you, Holly?"

At the sound of her name, Holly perked up from her bed, tilting her head curiously. You both laughed, the image of your dog keeping watch over a baby suddenly feeling so vivid and real.

"Junwon, you have baby fever, don’t you?"

Junwon groaned, burying his face in your neck again. "Maybe I do," he mumbled. "But can you blame me? You’d make the most beautiful family with me."

You giggled, threading your fingers through his hair as he tightened his arms around you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made your breath hitch.

"Junwon," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?"

You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours. "Maybe one day," you said, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "But for now..."

He kissed you before you could finish, his lips soft and tender against yours. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"For now," he murmured between kisses, "I’m perfectly happy just practicing."

Holly let out a soft yawn from her bed, as if to say, Here they go again.

And with that, the afternoon melted away, leaving only the warmth of his touch, Holly’s quiet presence, and the undeniable love that filled the room.

[taetebebe]

Yang Jungwon Fic Recs

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Here’s a list (short but surely ongoing) of all my favourite Jungwon fics I hope you enjoy them, please show your love and support to these amazing writers and their blogs, just so you know some of the fics contain smut so no minors allowed please. I will add more with time. Happy reading everyone <3

To the amazing authors of these pieces of fiction: Firstly, thank you for writing and sharing your talented works. Secondly, Ik some people don't like their work to be on lists, so please let me know if you want me to take your work down <3

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Key: ø - Smut | ✧ - Angst | T - Trauma | <3 - Love | ✂ - Pregnancy/Kids | ✤ - Gore | ☁︎ - Fluff/Cute | ś - Suggestive | ψ - toxic | </3 - Breakup | 𓆉 - Slow Burn | @ - social media/ text based | ┌|∵|┘- non-human | Series | One Shots |

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Ephemeral (Second Chances) by @hwanchaesong [ ✧ , ☁︎ , ś , <3 , second chance ] Word Count: 12.1k Summary: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

Covering Speed by @jpnriikicore [ ☁︎ ] Word Count: 650 Summary: F1 Racer Junwon x Journalist Reader au

Take A Bite by @cinnahoons [ ś , Strangers to ? ] Word Count: 500 Summary: Phone booth shenanigans

Bearer of Love by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , strangers to lovers ] Word Count: 2k Summary: It all began with Jungwon’s overwhelming day, leading him to tears in the park. A bear mascot then unexpectedly comforted him and from that moment on, whenever Jungwon sought comfort in the park, the bear mascot was there to cheer and calm his troubled moments.

A Tale of Crushes and Clumsiness by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , ś , strangers to lovers ] Word Count: 3k Summary: Jungwon, with his feline eyes and adorable dimples, was the subject of your biggest crush. Who could blame you? So, you frequented the local library, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But one day, in a bold move to get a closer look, you ventured closer, unaware of the chaos your clumsiness was about to unleash.

Moth to a Flame by @neos127 [ ψ , <3 ] Word Count: 650 Summary: You and Jungwon navigate the complexities of your relationship, torn between stability and your undeniable connection.

The Perfect Pair by @wonsdoll [ ✧ , ☁︎ , </3 ] Word Count: 500 Summary: Two lovers who can’t seem to realize the beauty and pain of love

Invisible String Theory by @soobnny [ ☁︎ , acquaintances to lovers ] Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A high school student navigates the routines and disruptions of daily life, leading to an unexpected connection and budding relationship with classmate Jungwon.

Wishlist by @soobnny [ ☁︎ , best friends to lovers ] Word Count: 7.1k Summary: Jungwon doesn’t understand why you won’t just tell him what you want for your birthday. Clueless and determined to give you the best present, Jungwon is left at a crossroad. Instead of getting it wrong, he might just… confess?

Rich in Heart by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , ś , <3 , acquaintances to lovers ] Word Count: 8.2k Summary: Your parents have always been proud of the person you have become, knowing that they raised a child with strong values and a gentle heart. You have always been grateful for the opportunities you have been given in life, and you recognise how fortunate you are. This has made you a kind and thoughtful person, even when others may misunderstand or assume the worst about you. So what would happen if Jungwon wasn’t able to pay for his lunch at the cafeteria but you stepped forward and helped him, initially proving him wrong with his assumptions? Part 2!

Goodnight Kiss by @gyumazing [ ☁︎ , ś ] Word Count: 870 Summary: Someone forgot their 1000th day...

Safe and Sound by @thatfeelinwhenyouthatfeeling [✧ , T , <3 , ✤ , 𓆉 , ☁︎ ] Chapters: 7 + Jungwon's POV Summary: Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive.

Sweets by @acphengeneengene [ ☁︎ , <3 ] Word count: 3.3k (has other member parts as well) Summary: Soulmate au (taste bond) - idol! x reader.

Cherry Trees by @enhaflixer [ ✧ , <3 , ø , ☁︎, semi - </3 , second chance kinda ] Word count: 20k Summary: arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

Sent, Delivered, Loved by @woniedarlin [ ✧ , ☁︎ , 𓆉 , <3 , strangers to friends to lover? ] Word count: 5.4k Summary: As a hardworking staff member at HYBE, the last thing you expected was to accidentally text the wrong number in the middle of a busy day. But instead of a confused reply, the person on the other end kept the conversation going. He was funny, easy to talk to, and somehow, you found yourself looking forward to his messages. You didn’t know his name, his face, or even his voice but you liked him. Which was ridiculous, right? Oh, and the person you were texting? Yeah. It was Jungwon. THE Jungwon from enhypen.

Phantom Pursuit by @bamguetismee [ ✧ , ✤ , ☁︎ , ś , 𓆉 , <3 , coworkers to lovers ] Word count: 21.1k Summary: Jungwon is cocky, confident, and easily one of the most skilled world class spies in the world. Nothing seems to bother him and his impulse is his most deadliest weapon. His partner was skilled, capable, and detail oriented- aka you. Something big goes down on an unassuming mission. But little did you know this one mission could change the fate of the world as you knew it.

Off My Face by @dksfml [ ☁︎ , soulmate au ] Word count: 6.6k Summary: In a world where each person has a soulmate mark indicating where they will be touched by their soulmate for the first time, there’s jungwon—the soccer team captain you’d like to be ruined by forever—who has no soulmate mark at all. what does that make you, someone whose mark has changed color because of him?

Love 119 by @dksfml [ <3 , ☁︎ , ś , ✧ , secret dating ] Chapters: 5 Summary: Yang Jungwon, a paramedic you can’t stand at work, but can’t stay away from after hours. between sharp words and stolen moments, something deeper brews. your relationship is full with tension, secrets, and the kind of love that hides in plain sight. but not everything is as it seems in the emergency room.

Cherry Flavoured by @forlovvers [ friends to ? ] Word count: 400 Summary: You and your best friend (boxer) have a small chat before his next fight.

Updated: 22.05.2025

[just-some-random-blogger]

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🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Jay Park

i wont go home without you | 🍓 Jay Park x Idol!Reader

ph-1

Silent Hands | 🍓🦕 ph-1 (Park Junwon/Harry Park) x Idol!Reader

The Little Things | 🍓🦕 ph-1 (Park Junwon/Harry Park) x Idol!Reader

Simon Dominic

You Can Do Better | 🤸‍♀️🚀 Simon Dominic (Jung Kiseok) x Idol!Reader [Blurb]

[peachyysugaa]

» enhypen —

key: fluff ♥ | angst ☁ | humor ☀ | mystery 𝖒 | hogwarts au ✲ | headcanon hc | one-shot series os | completed ✔ | in progress ✎ | requested r |

all works are my original content! i have only one hc that has been translated into spanish on wattpad with my permission; otherwise, please do not plagiarize

♞ ot7 ↪ hc [what they would smell like]

↪ hc [how they sleep next to you]

↪ os [captured on camera] ✔

↪ hc/r/♥/☁ [hyung line as e2l troupe] & [maknae line as e2l troupe]

↪ hc/☁ [messages they want to say to their ex but never hit send]

↪ hc/r/♥ [members on a café date ☕️♡]

individual members under the cut!

STOP IT TUMBLR I'M BEGGING YOU

♞ lee heeseung ↪ ♥ [lee heeseung as the boy next door] synopsis: smart, funny, popular, kind, and handsome. lee heeseung has it all, and he lives right next door to you.

↪ ♥ [2:58 am] synopsis: (alternative title: hearts connected) two lovers will never feel apart even if they are physically not close because their strings will keep them together.

↪ ♥ [troublemaker] synopsis: sparks fly when the top two dancers on youtube collab!

♞ park jongseong ↪ ✲/𝖒 blood castle [02z] ✎ synopsis: when it’s your last year with the last of your best friends before they graduate, they want you to make new friends. simple, right? well, maybe not when they’re all half-vampires, especially not when three of them seem to develop feelings for you. — be careful about what you want to know…

↪ ☁/♥ [11:02 pm] sypnosis: (alternative title: mood maker) when enhypen's mood maker feels down, who does he turn to to make his mood? luckily, he has you.

↪ ☀/♥ [honey] synopsis: but how much does jay really like honey?

↪ ♥/☁ [straight to your heart] teaser | glossary synopsis: in search of a muse for your upcoming art competition, it seems fate has sent you the seemingly cold-hearted kyudo captain park jongseong.

↪ ♥ [4:50 pm] synopsis: (alternative title: my comfort) you don't know when you're falling, but sometimes you don't have to because he's always there to put you back on your feet.

♞ sim jaeyun ↪ ✲/𝖒 blood castle [02z] ✎ synopsis: when it’s your last year with the last of your best friends before they graduate, they want you to make new friends. simple, right? well, maybe not when they’re all half-vampires, especially not when three of them seem to develop feelings for you. — be careful about what you want to know...

↪ ♥ [gravity] synopsis: miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

↪ ♥ [circuit] synopsis: you didn't think your favorite physics youtuber would be filming a lecture at your university.

♞ park sunghoon ↪ ✲/𝖒 blood castle [02z] ✎ synopsis: when it’s your last year with the last of your best friends before they graduate, they want you to make new friends. simple, right? well, maybe not when they’re all half-vampires, especially not when three of them seem to develop feelings for you. — be careful about what you want to know…

↪ ☁ [songbird] sypnosis: inspired by heize's song/mv happen

↪ ♥/☁ [scream] synopsis: it’s hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

♞ kim sunoo ↪ ♥ [6:34 pm] synopsis: you wouldn't trade your friendship with sunoo for a single thing.

↪ ♥/☀ [skincare] synopsis: how is sunoo supposed to react when he is able to get his celebrity crush on his youtube channel?

♞ yang jungwon ↪ ♥ [sloth and sheep] synopsis: your best friend is acting weird, what seems to be the cause?

↪ ♥/☀ [coffee] synopsis: there’s a reason jungwon always holds his study vlogs at the same cafe, and it’s not just because of the good coffee.

♞ nishimura riki ↪ ♥ [3:21 pm] sypnosis: online school takes its toll on you. riki knows just how to help.

↪ ☀/♥ [strawberry] synopsis: riki's at it again, and by it, i mean microwaving foods.

[richrubies]

Faint (pH-1 x Reader)

➳ genre: fluff

Junwon didn’t know why he liked you so much – okay, that was a lie. He did know why. He had liked you from the day you’d first met, and the list of whys was endless.

Unlike his quiet and reserved self, you were wild and loud. You took command of any room without trying while he had to fight to be noticed. You contrasted one another vastly, so much so that you were almost the complete opposites, and yet his heart still managed to pound every time you were near.

Sitting on the hard-wood floor of the studio, Junwon watched you run through the choreography for his latest song, counting out the steps as the rest of the dance-troop tried to keep up with you.

He was out of breath and queasy after having spent a majority of the day learning your choreography. It didn’t help that he wasn’t in his best condition. Your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror, narrowing immediately as you stepped out of the formation to approach him.

All afternoon you two had thrown low comments at one another – you’d dragged him in to learn his choreo when he was meant to be resting at home, recovering from a sudden cold. If it had been anyone else, he would have told them to leave him alone, but it was you and he found it hard to say no despite his health.

‘Yah, Park Junwon,’ you chide, wiping the sweat from your brow, ‘Are you slacking off right now?’

‘I’m tired,’ Junwon defends to which you responded with a light kick to his leg.

‘We’re all tired!’

Even as you kicked him, he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach – well now that he thought of it, the churning could have been because he was unwell.

Frenemies – that was the label everyone had put your relationship under, thanks to your constant bickering and arguing. It was rare for you two to be in the same room without throwing snide comments at one another. Most people would have found Junwon’s enjoyment in your low-digs sadistic, but to him it meant that you noticed him despite his shy trait.

‘One more minute,’ Junwon begs, his hand resting on the calf of your leg that you’d positioned strategically as if waiting for the chance to kick him, ‘One more minute then I’ll keep going.’

You looked down at him as he run a hand through his hair, his cheeks slightly sunken from having skipped meals due to the stress of his job. He did look tired – not just physically but mentally as well.

Crouching, you grabbed at his chin and turned his face to look at you, your eyes scanning him worriedly, ‘Yah, Junwon...Are you okay? Are you sick?’

‘Idiot, I told you that I wasn’t feeling well when you showed up at my apartment,’ he tells you with an eye-roll, pulling his face away from your touch, his cheeks glowing red. He should have been used to your touch after you two hitting each other so often, but it was rare for you to be this gentle; so rare that it left him blushing like a school-girl.

All joking aside, you worriedly pulled his face back, trapped between your palms as you moved closer, noting his blood-shot eyes and his grayish skin tone, ‘I thought you were just trying to get out of learning the choreo,’ you admit guiltily as you checked his temperature.

‘I’m fine, Y/N,’ Junwon tells you as he pulls away for the second time, embarrassed. You straightened yourself and offered your hand for him to take which he ignored.

Opting to stand on his own, Junwon was half-standing when he was hit with a dizzy spell, falling into you as he lost his step.

‘Yah!’ you yelled in panic as you managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

‘I’m okay,’ Junwon tell you softly as you helped him to stand straight, your arm secure around his waist as you held on to him, worried he’d drop at any second.

‘You’re clearly not,’ you argue, pulling his arm around the back of your neck so that you could better support him, ‘Come on, you need to rest.’

He whined in response though was quickly cut off by you telling your team that practice was over for today and that you’d re-group tomorrow.

Embarrassed of you seeing him look so pathetic, Junwon attempted to unwind himself from you but froze when you entwined your fingers with his hand, forcing him to your side.

‘I’m fine,’ he tries again, conscious of just how close you were, ‘I can walk on my own!’

‘Shut up,’ you say with an eye-roll as you navigated your way through the HQ hallways and towards the sick-bay, ‘Why does everything have to be a fight with you?’

‘You can talk,’ he responds before squeezing his eyes shut with annoyance knowing he’d just proven your statement to be 200% true.

Closing the door after entering the room, you attempted to settle Junwon gently down on the bed though failed epically as he flopped onto the mattress, letting out a curse as he went.

‘Sorry,’ you apologize as you helped him to get comfortable, tucking a pillow under his head as you commanded, ‘Stay here, I’ll be right back.’

Junwon did as you asked, though he sat up and attempted to blink away the black spots that were appearing more and more every time he did so. It was official – he’d over-done it and now he was going to die in front of the woman he’d been crushing on for months.

‘Ah, so embarrassing,’ he tells himself with a shake of his head, ‘What loser almost faints from standing up too fast?’

‘One that doesn’t take his health seriously,’ you say as you re-enter the room, an energy bar and a large bottle of water in your hands, ‘If you were this sick, you should have told me that you couldn’t train, Junwon!’

‘You dragged me out of my apartment!’

You glared at him as you handed him a bottle of water and painkillers that you’d found in the cupboard among other medicines, ‘You said you had a headache, not that you were going through cold symptoms and had been ordered to stay home! Jay nearly bit my head off out there!’

‘He was mad with you? I should go speak—,’ Junwon starts though you cut him off by dabbing at his face with a cloth, attempting to wipe away his sweat while he drank from the bottle.

‘Leave it, it’s my fault,’ you tell him as you finishing cleaning his face, your eyes narrowed in concentration. You were inches away from him and he could feel his heart begin to race. He wandered if you could hear it pounding; if you knew that that was what you did to him.

Without thinking, Junwon’s hand gently grabbed at your outstretched wrist, your eyes widening at the contact before meeting his gaze, ‘What are you doing?’

Junwon placed your hand above his heart and kept it there; ‘I think there’s something wrong with my chest,’ he tells you quietly as you turned your gaze down to your hands, the erratic heartbeat vibrating through your palm. Junwon swallowed and prepared himself to carry out the rest of his confession. He was meant to say, ‘it only beats like this when you’re around,’ but was beaten by your gasp.

‘Are you okay?’ you ask worried, your eyes wide and unable to look away from your joined hands, ‘Shit, I think I should take you to a doctor!’

Junwon snorted at your ruining of the romantic moment he’d tried to build, ‘You idiot, forget it.’

‘You’re the idiot,’ you retort, your hand still on his chest though he’d long let go of your wrist, ‘Why’d you even come to the studio with me Junwon! You’ve probably made your cold five times worse than what it was!’

Junwon smiled as you busied yourself, watching you move around the room with confidence. It was clear that you were familiar with this place though it was his first time using it personally. He wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t the first person to pass out after your grueling sessions.

As you wrung the cloth out at the sink in the corner of the room, he answered honestly, ‘You asked me to come. How could I refuse?’

You scoffed in response as you pushed him back so that he was laying once more, laying the cloth across his forehead carefully.

He let you nurse him, watching as you unwrapped the energy bar and offered it to him, ‘Eat this and drink more water. If you’re dehydrated it’ll make your cold even worse.’

Junwon listened, shifting slightly so that you could sit on the edge of the bed, still fussing over how pale he looked. Even with the amount of bickering and fighting, it was clear that you cared – it was the first time Junwon had ever realized it.

Junwon washed the bar down with water and went as far as to open his mouth to show you he’d eaten it. You nodded, satisfied that he’d listened without putting up too much of a fight.

After a moment of silence, you sighed and reluctantly shifted away from him, readying yourself to leave, ‘I should probably go...You need to rest.’

‘Stay.’

You looked at him over your shoulder; his forehead covered with an orange cloth, and his skin slick with a mixture of cold-sweats and water that showed you hadn’t wrung the cloth properly. He looked a hot mess, but that didn’t stop you from slowly nodding in agreement, ‘O-kay.’

Junwon shifted so that he was pressed against the wall and pet the space beside him on the bed. You sighed but lowered yourself beside him, the two of you staring up at the ceiling in silence.

It was Junwon who broke the peace by confessing, ‘I like you.’

He was bursting with confidence tonight and you put it down to his symptoms.

Your head rolled to look at Junwon who was still staring at the ceiling, avoiding your wide-eyed gaze though he could feel it burning on his face. You’d never thought you’d hear those words leave his mouth, so much so that you almost doubted you’d heard him right.

‘It’s true,’ he says quietly, ‘I’ve liked you for a long time,’ he confesses, ‘I just...thought I’d tell you that.’

Unable to respond, still in shock and slight denial of these happenings, you remained quiet, trying to process it all; ‘Say something,’ Junwon begs, turning his head to look at you.

‘Thank you,’ you blurt out before cringing, squeezing your eyes tight as if that would help you to disappear. Thank you? Wow, you really were an idiot.

‘Uh,’ Junwon swallowed with uncertainty, ‘You’re welcome?’

You could hear it in his tone that he was disappointed – what man wouldn’t be? But your mind was still wheeling from his confession. He liked you? Why? You were as happy as you were confused; who wouldn’t be happy, knowing that their crush liked them back? But he’d never given you any signs of liking you before - you two fought more than you actually ever talked, though admittedly, you found that part of your strange relationship the most endearing.

Despite his innocent aura, he definitely knew how to get on your nerves, so much so that it had practically become a game between you both.

You were lost in your thoughts; you’d always accepted that that was just how it would always be between you two – fun, games and unrequited love.

The shifting of the bed brought you back from your thoughts. Junwon was sitting up and attempting to escape your presence by shuffling himself towards the end of the bed.

You reacted immediately, sitting up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a back hug that had him stiffen at your touch, ‘Where are you going?’

Junwon didn’t want to answer because he knew you would hear the disappointment – and the embarrassment – in his tone. Instead he hung his head and rested his hand on your clasped ones.

Resting your chin on his shoulder and your embrace tightening, you murmur, ‘I like you too, Junwon.’

‘You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,’ he tells you quietly.

You responded by flicking his ear and causing him to hiss at the pain, ‘Yah, why would I waste my time lying about this?’

‘You didn’t have to hit me!’

‘Don’t be such a baby!’ you retort, though you gently rubbed at the ear you’d just flicked to soothe it, apologetic.

Junwon shifted, still in your arms and beamed, ‘You like me?’

‘Don’t smile like that, you’re sweaty and gross right now,’ you tell him, suddenly shy as he smiled happily. 

You released him a second later and fell back on to the bed, your stomach knotted with nerves. You were so used to his scowls that you hadn’t been prepared for a killer smile like that.

Junwon quickly followed, laying down comfortably before forcing you to turn, pulling your arm around his waist; ‘You’re sly,’ you tell him with an eye-roll but settled into the new position, ignoring his grin that refused to falter.

‘I’ve been waiting for this for months,’ he tells you as he engulfs you with his own hug, ‘So bare with me. The closest we’ve ever gotten like this is when you wrestled me over a pair of sponsored sunglasses.’

‘You didn’t need that second pair,’ you tell him with a huff to which he chuckled.

‘I gave them to you anyway,’ he reminds you, his lips at your forehead, ‘Remember?’

Rolling your eyes in response, you sighed and settled in, ‘You were meant to be resting, not starting a relationship.’

‘It’s not my fault my nurse was so pretty.’

‘I smell like sweat and my hair is a mess.’

‘Yeah,’ Junwon agrees, taking in your dance get-up that you were wearing for practice, ‘You’re right.’

You slapped at his arm causing him to laugh and embrace you tighter his face nuzzling against yours as he kept you from squirming away; ‘No hitting!’

‘No kissing!’ you tell him as he pecked at your lips lightly, sneaking another kiss as soon as you settled down, ‘You’re sick!’

He laughed loudly and kissed your lips again though this time you were ready, responding to it with a gentleness that Junwon couldn’t have imagined you possessed. Pulling away seconds later, Junwon pressed his forehead to yours and grins happily, ‘I’m glad I almost fainted. The embarrassment was worth gaining you as my girlfriend.’

‘Girlfriend? Says who?’ you question teasingly while he sucked in air between his teeth as if chastising you.

‘No arguments! Only kisses!’ he says before adding, ‘...Girlfriend.’

You snorted, hiding the smile on your lips as you answered, ‘Okay. Whatever. Boyfriend.’

[celestialmatcha7]

gender reveal party | ph-1 (park junwon)

pairing: ph-1 x fem! reader

wc: 681

genre: fluff

author's note: hope you enjoy <3

The warm, golden light of a late afternoon filtered through the curtains as laughter and excited chatter filled the cozy backyard of Y/N and Junwon’s home. Their closest family and friends had gathered for this special day, the gentle hum of anticipation buzzing in the air. A rustic table, adorned with pastel decorations, held an array of snacks, drinks, and at the center—a beautifully frosted white cake that held the answer they had been waiting for.

Among the crowd, Holly, Junwon’s beloved dog, trotted happily, her brindle coat gleaming in the sunlight. She wore a pink bandana that read “Big Sister,” which earned her plenty of attention and belly rubs from the guests. Every so often, she returned to Junwon’s side, tail wagging, as if sensing how important this day was.

Junwon, dressed in a casual white shirt and light-washed jeans, held Y/N’s hand tightly as they mingled. His eyes darted to the cake repeatedly, his excitement and nervous energy palpable. Y/N, glowing in a flowy lavender dress, smiled as she greeted their guests, occasionally leaning down to pet Holly, who seemed just as eager for the big reveal.

“It’s time!” someone called, and the backyard quieted with anticipation. Junwon and Y/N exchanged a glance, their hands squeezing together as they approached the cake. Holly followed closely, sitting obediently at Junwon’s feet, her head tilted as if she, too, was waiting for the big moment.

Junwon chuckled nervously, picking up the knife. “Alright, here we go,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “But no one laugh if I mess this up, okay?”

Y/N laughed, covering his hand with hers. “You’ve got this, Jun,” she teased. “We’ll do it together.”

As their hands moved in unison, the knife cut smoothly into the cake. The world seemed to hold its breath as they carefully pulled the first slice away, revealing the soft pink icing inside.

“It’s a girl!” someone exclaimed, and the backyard erupted into cheers, claps, and delighted cries.

Junwon froze, his gaze fixed on the cake. His lips parted as he stared at the pink, his mind catching up to the life-changing reality. Slowly, tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over as he let out a shaky laugh. He dropped the knife and covered his face with his hands, overcome with emotion.

Y/N turned to him, her own eyes glistening with happy tears. “Jun,” she whispered, gently pulling his hands away. His teary gaze met hers, and they both burst into matching grins.

“A girl,” he managed, his voice cracking. “We’re having a little girl.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling. “Yeah, we are.”

Junwon let out a joyous laugh, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace. Holly, sensing the happiness, barked excitedly and wagged her tail like crazy. Junwon crouched down after pulling away from Y/N and scooped Holly into his arms, burying his face in her fur.

“You’re going to be the best big sister, Holly,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Holly licked his cheek, her tail thumping against his leg, earning a chorus of “Awws” from the crowd.

The evening unfolded in a haze of love and celebration. Holly proudly paraded around in her bandana, delighting in the attention. Junwon couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Y/N, his hand never leaving hers as he held her close.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and fairy lights twinkled overhead, Junwon leaned into Y/N, his voice soft but full of love. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” Y/N asked, resting her head against his shoulder.

“For giving me this life,” he said, his teary gaze falling to her belly. “For making me the luckiest man alive.”

Y/N smiled, lacing her fingers with his. “We made this life together, Jun. And Holly too. It’s only going to get better.”

Holly let out a soft bark as if agreeing, settling at their feet as they watched their friends and family laugh and celebrate around them. Junwon looked down at his little family—his wife, his soon-to-be daughter, and his loyal dog—and his heart felt like it might burst from all the love.

[celestialmatcha7]

baby fever pt. 3 | ph-1 (park junwon)

wc: 660

pairing: ph-1 x fem! reader

genre: fluff (domestic au!)

author's note: enjoy!!! <33333

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the cozy apartment you and Junwon called home. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, and Holly was sprawled out lazily on her bed in the corner, her fluffy tail twitching occasionally. You glanced at her with a soft smile as you clutched the small box in your hand, your heart pounding louder than it had ever before.

It had been weeks of trying, weeks of hope and longing wrapped around every late-night conversation and morning kiss. Junwon had been your biggest cheerleader through it all, his gentle encouragement making the process feel less daunting.

Today was the day you decided to test again. You had been feeling off for a couple of days—slightly more tired, a little queasy in the mornings—but you hadn’t dared to let your hopes soar just yet.

Junwon was in the kitchen, humming a soft tune under his breath as he prepared dinner, completely oblivious to the life-altering revelation you were holding in your hands.

“Jun,” you called, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned around immediately, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “Hey, babe. Dinner’s almost ready. What’s up?”

You bit your lip, tears already brimming in your eyes. Without saying a word, you walked over to him and handed him the positive pregnancy test. His eyes widened as he looked down, his brows furrowing as he processed what he was seeing.

“Is this—” He looked back up at you, his voice catching. “Are we—?”

You nodded, unable to hold back a watery laugh as the tears spilled down your cheeks. “We’re having a baby, Jun.”

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at you like you had just told him the most incredible secret in the world—which, in a way, you had. Then, in a burst of pure joy, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, laughing and crying all at once. “We’re having a baby!”

Holly, startled by the sudden commotion, lifted her head and let out a small bark, her tail wagging as she trotted over to investigate. Junwon set you down gently, crouching to Holly’s level.

“Holly,” he said, his voice still filled with awe. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”

The dog tilted her head as if trying to understand, then gave Junwon’s face a few enthusiastic licks, which made both of you laugh.

Junwon stood up and pulled you close again, his hands resting protectively on your still-flat stomach. “I can’t believe it,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “You’re really carrying our baby.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his. “It doesn’t feel real yet. But it is, Jun. We’re going to be parents.”

For the rest of the evening, the two of you couldn’t stop talking about the future. Junwon kept alternating between being giddy and emotional, imagining everything from what the baby would look like to what kind of personality they might have.

“Do you think they’ll like music?” he asked at one point, his head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly played with his hair. Holly was curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Of course,” you said with a smile. “How could they not with you as their dad?”

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with so much love it made your heart ache. “And you as their mom. They’re going to be amazing.”

Later that night, as you lay in bed wrapped in Junwon’s arms, he kissed your temple and whispered, “This baby is the luckiest kid in the world because they’re going to have you as their mom.”

You turned to face him, your hand resting over his heart. “And they’re going to have you as their dad,” you whispered back.

Holly let out a contented sigh from her spot at the foot of the bed, as if she already knew that life was about to get even more wonderful.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of the most beautiful chapter of your lives.

[celestialmatcha7]

baby fever pt. 2 | ph-1 (park junwon)

wc: 1.4k

pairing: ph-1 x fem! reader

warnings: smut with a tad bit of fluff, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk

author's note: here's part 1 if you didn't read it. i'm a bit rusty on writing smut, but i hope you all enjoy. and thank you for the likes and reblogs. <3

!! pure fiction for entertainment purposes only

minors do not interact

10:26 p.m.

new york city

The bedroom was quiet except for the soft murmur of the movie playing on the TV. You lay back against the pillows, your attention half on the screen and half on Junwon, who was curled up beside you. His fingers lightly traced circles on your arm, and every so often, he’d nuzzle into your neck, his warmth making your heart race. “Are you even paying attention?” you chuckled, glancing at him. Junwon smiled lazily, his hand shifting to entwine with yours. “To the movie? Not really. To you? Always.”

Junwon’s hand moved to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that started slow but grew more fervent with every passing second. His touch was warm and deliberate, pulling you closer as you melted against him. The movie was nothing but a distant hum now, overpowered by the rapid beating of you heart. When they broke apart, Junwon rested his forehead against yours, his voice soft and playful. “This is way better than anything on that screen.”

A playful smile tugs at your lips as you bite them to hold it back. “You’re impossible,” you whisper, the warmth in your tone betraying the teasing words. Junwon’s laughter is low and soft, his nose brushing against yours as he closes the distance, his presence overwhelming.

You began to feel that familiar feeling in your lower body as you kissed him. His touches were delicate. He treated you like you were a fragile glass piece that should never be broken.

Junwon began to kiss you and pulled off her vintage-styled nightgown over your head just leaving her in your panties. He kissed both of your breasts, giving them each a squeeze. He also sucked on each nipple tenderly. Your moans caused Junwon to form a tent in his sweatpants. You broke from the kiss and began palming his erection through his pants. The moans that came from you touching him sounded like music to your ears. You bit your lip and giggled at him.

"Baby, you gotta stop doing that before I cum too soon. I wanna fill you up" he whined.

He got up and stood up by the bed to take off his T-shirt and sweatpants, which just left him in his boxers. He crawled back on top of you in bed and continued kissing you. The kisses kept getting deeper and deeper. It was at a point where you were both gasping for air. His hands traveled down your stomach to your thighs. He massaged both of thighs and dragged his hands closer to your heated core.

Junwon dragged his fingers over your clothed heat which caused your breath to hitch. He drew circles around your clothed clit. You became squirmy and wanted more.

"Junwon, please. I want your fingers inside me!"

He pulled your panties off quickly and threw them on the floor of the bedroom. He looked at your pussy in awe, "Wow, your so wet for me, baby". Your pussy was glistening and ready to be devoured by him.

Junwon pushed his fingers past your dripping wet entrance, sinking two of them inside your walls just like you wanted. His eyes never left your face and he began fucking your tight pussy with his fingers. His fingers rubbed against your soft spot deep inside of you. You wrapped your arms around Junwon's shoulders, tightly squeezing them as the pleasure became too much for you. You need something to hold onto. On your face, there was a pleading look as you bit your lips together, trying to hold back your sweet moans.

This is exactly what Junwon wanted to see.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking,” Junwon whispered into your ear, gathering your earlobe between his teeth as he finished his sentence.

He felt how your entire body was quivering as you were slowly falling apart underneath his touch. His plump lips pressed kisses on your neck and he found your sweet spot fast.

Right when you were close, he removed his fingers from your dripping hole. "I don't want you to cum quite yet, baby. I want you to cum with me inside you, love".

He removed his boxers with swiftness. His member leaked with precum. Your eyes widened at his cock. He aligned himself with your hole and teases your slit, rasping over your quivering bundle of nerves.

"You feel so good," A high moan tears from your throat. "Fuck me, Junwon". He started leaking more and spreading his precum against you.

"Can't let another second pass without my dick shoved inside you," he whispers, then glides inside you, fighting through the resistance to fit snugly. You both moan together, loudly and relieved.

You can feel his hilt: deep, silky smooth, with visible veins pumping from base to tip, well-endowed prodding, and impressive girth expanding. There is no doubt that it is heaven. Your body lights up with fever and trembles with anticipation.

"You feel good," you say airily and passionately, "really good." God. "Too good." Your thighs tighten around his waist, and his hands support you beneath the curve of your ass. "You aren't wearing a condom." You can't keep it together when he's filling that void that's been driving you insane.

He gives a dark chuckle. "Trust me, I fucking know." He rocks in, his pubic bones flush against yours, and swivels circles on your clit, causing your walls to flutter; he moans. "For the love of Christ, have you always felt this fucking good?" You're like tight velvet made for my cock. Are you going to make me blow so many fucking times?

"You close?" he asks knowingly, kiss-swollen lips parted, words fanning the column of your throat. The arm around your waist guides your leveraged hips, bouncing up and down his cock at an accelerated speed. His cock nudging deeper and deeper sending you into a craze, making you twitch around him. "I'm going to pull out, okay?"

"Don't." You shook your head and squeezed his inner thighs.

His chocolate brown eyes widened at your request. He was in disbelief, but clearly interested in the prospect. "What?" His hands already moved to your hips, palming them in preparation to lift you off of him, still gliding you along with him.

You circle your arms around his neck, clutching him closer as you repeatedly plead: "Don't, Junwon. Don't pull out. Please?"

Another guttural sound arises from him as an orgasm tightens in your center and electrifies beneath your skin. You tangle your fingers in his black hair, tugging on his roots until your nose is nuzzled to his. "Cum inside. Please, cum inside me," you beg sincerely.

Junwon's hips stutter with fierce jerks. The bed and its frame jolting against the wall of the bedroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chokes, cheeks flushed, and jaw clenched. "Baby, I'm so close. You're going to look even more beautiful carrying our child". His hands gripped on your skin a little tighter

"Oh my god, yes," you moan and cup his cheek with your hand. His eyes looked into yours more intensely. His pupils were dilated and full of passion. "You said you'd do anything for me. Yes? Whatever I want, right?" Your lips grazed against his as you urge, "I want you to cum inside me, Wonnie. Don't you wanna be a daddy?" That question pushed Junwon to his edge.

He moans loudly. It triggers him to erupt, releasing never ending spurts of white on your walls. His fingers slip between your bodies and mercilessly rubs your clit: overloading until the orgasm lulls through you and the sensations are wrung out of you.

The burning sinks into your bones and causes convulsions. Similarly, he had sporadic tremors, which caused spasms in your walls before eventually settling down.

You both pulled apart and laid down next to each. You both had to catch each other's breath after that.

Junwon was giddy and back to his playful self and gave you a kiss on your check. "That was amazing, Y/N. "

A soft smile appeared on your face as you looked at him in adoration.

"We should do it again tomorrow, so I can make sure you get enough of my cum. I can't wait for us to be parents" he said.

You hummed in agreement and snuggled against him on his chest. Both of you went to sleep immediately, dreaming of the future family that you both wanted.

[celestialmatcha7]

Could you please write about pH-1 having a significant other who's obsessed with reading

ph-1 with a bookworm s/o | headcanon

genre: fluffy fluff (cozy and sweet <3)

author's note: thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! <3

ph-1 absolutely loves how deeply into books you get. He thinks it’s adorable how you can disappear into a story for hours, and he’s always curious about what worlds you’re exploring next.

🧡 “What’s it about this time? Dragons? Enemies to lovers? Secret assassins falling in love on a spaceship?” He peeks over your shoulder like a curious kid. 🧡 “Just don’t forget who your real-world boyfriend is, okay?”

Sometimes, he’ll find little notes or bookmarks in your books, and he secretly keeps them as mementos.

🧡 “You really wrote, ‘This quote hit too hard. I need a minute.’ Aww, my sensitive little bookworm.” He tucks the note into his wallet and grins, 🧡 “This is going in my collection of Cute Things You Didn’t Know I Saved.”

Whenever he sees you reading, he’ll quietly sit next to you and listen to the sound of the pages turning. Occasionally, he’ll ask you to read a passage out loud, because he loves the way your voice brings the story to life.

🧡 “Wait, wait, go back—read that line again. You make it sound like poetry.” He rests his head on your shoulder and whispers, 🧡 “I don’t even care what’s happening in the story. I just like hearing you talk about what you love.”

He might even write some lyrics inspired by the books you’re into, mixing your literary world with his music.

🧡 “So... what if I wrote a verse from the villain’s perspective? That would be kinda fire, right?” He scribbles in his notebook, then glances up with a grin. 🧡 “You’re like my unofficial creative director at this point.”

If you ever get so absorbed that you don’t notice your surroundings, he’ll gently poke you to remind you to eat or take a break—but only after admiring your passion.

🧡 “Okay, love of my life, it’s been four hours. You haven’t blinked. You need water. And maybe food that isn’t air and vibes.” He kisses your cheek. 🧡 “I brought snacks. You're welcome.”

He sometimes surprises you with a new book or a cute bookmark he made himself, just to see that smile light up your face.

🧡 “I saw this at the store and thought, ‘Yeah, this is 100% their vibe.’” He hands it over, grinning as you light up. 🧡 “Now you have to finish your current one so you can start this. It’s fate.”

When you finish a book, he’s your biggest fan for discussing the plot twists, characters, and your favorite moments. Sometimes your debates get heated, but he loves how passionate you are—it makes their conversations special and never boring.

🧡 “Wait, you’re telling me the main character was the villain the whole time?!” He throws his hands up, half-shocked, half-teasing. 🧡 “I feel like I read it with you just from all your rants, and now I’m emotionally invested. Let’s fight.”

Basically, ph-1 finds your love for reading inspiring, and it’s one of the many things that makes your relationship uniquely cozy and creative.

🧡 “I love how your brain works. You make stories feel real.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. 🧡 “Keep reading, baby. I’ll be right here.”

[celestialmatcha7]

I have a request for pH-1😊could you please write about him taking his girl with him to the studio and maybe him introducing her to his friends and staff

meeting the crew | park junwon (ph-1)

pairing: park junwon (ph-1) x fem! reader

wc: 0.5k

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3333

The elevator ride up to the Higher Music studio felt strangely quiet—Junwon’s thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles as he held your hand, his other tucked casually into his hoodie pocket.

“You okay?” he asked softly, glancing at you with that familiar warmth in his eyes.

You nodded. “Just… nervous. What if they don’t like me?”

He scoffed gently, pulling you closer. “They’re gonna love you. I promise. You’re my girl. That’s all they need to know.”

The doors opened and you were met with a hum of music, faint laughter, and the occasional clatter of equipment. Higher Music’s studio was alive with energy—creative, chaotic, but welcoming. The walls were lined with plaques, art, and posters, and you could hear someone freestyling faintly behind a closed door.

As soon as you stepped in, a couple of the Higher Music staff members looked up from their desks. One of them—a woman with a clipboard and big smile—walked over.

“Oh my god, this is her?” she said, grinning at Junwon. “We’ve all been waiting to meet you!”

You blinked, surprised. “You have?”

Junwon chuckled. “I might talk about you a little too much.”

“Too much,” she teased, then looked at you. “It’s nice to finally meet you. You’re really cute. Good job, pH.”

You shyly thanked her, and as you followed Junwon deeper into the space, more of the team smiled and waved—stylists, producers, even someone editing footage on a laptop looked up and gave a thumbs-up.

He brought you into one of the bigger studio rooms where Mokyo was lazily sprawled across a couch, a guitar across his lap. He glanced up, did a double take, and sat up quickly.

“Oh! Wait. This is real?” he grinned.

Junwon smirked. “Told you.”

You gave a polite bow and smiled. “Hi. I’ve heard your music. I really like it.”

Mokyo stood up and shook your hand, a touch awkward but sweet. “Yo, you have good taste then,” he joked. “Glad to finally meet the legend.”

“She’s not a legend,” Junwon said, but he was smiling like a proud fool.

They settled into a casual groove—Junwon and Mokyo messing with some beats while you watched, curled up comfortably on the couch. Junwon would glance at you every now and then, mouthing, you good? And every time, you nodded.

Then the door opened, and in walked The Quiett.

He nodded at Junwon, then noticed you and paused. “Ah, so this is her.”

Junwon stood and walked over to you, taking your hand again. “Yep. This is my girlfriend.”

You stood and bowed. “Nice to meet you.”

The Quiett gave you a small smile and returned the bow. “Nice to meet you too. You’re brave, hanging around artists all day.”

You laughed. “He’s worth it.”

That made Junwon blush, though he quickly tried to hide it with a smirk. “See? She’s the best.”

The Quiett chuckled. “She fits in well. Good energy.”

Later, the staff brought in some takeout and everyone gathered for a casual meal in the lounge—sitting on studio chairs, the couch, even some upside-down crates. It felt easy. Natural. Like you were meant to be here.

One of the Higher Music team members looked over and said, “You’re staying, right? You gotta hear the new track Junwon just recorded.”

You smiled and nodded, watching as your boyfriend lit up, already pulling up the session.

Junwon sat beside you, one arm draped over the back of your seat, leaning close so only you could hear. “Told you they’d love you.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Maybe. But I’m just here for you.”

He tilted his head toward you, lips brushing your temple.

“Then you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

<3

[celestialmatcha7]

poll time <3

do you see ph-1 as a girl dad or boy dad? i'm stuck deciding between the two. i can see him as both, but which one do you think suits him the most? i want to continue the dad! junwon series.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Silent Hands

ph-1 (Park Junwon/Harry Park) x Idol!Reader Summary: There's something so special in knowing that this introverted man went out of his own comfort zone to make me comfortable. Word Count: 1k+ Warning: mentions and mildly graphic depictions of panic attack/mental breakdown, fluff, slightly crack-ish, typos etc.

A/N: i love ph-1. Also this fic is based on what happened to me once I was so friggin scared to miss work or be late, but I wasnt even late yet  T_T

It was pretty instantaneous when it happened. The absolute fear and feeling of stupidity running up my spine and neck. It came all at once. It was horrible. First, I was dazed like one as one blinks into wake, but then, my body was up and so was my heart rate.

When I had opened my eyes, the TV was already turned off. 

Oops, I fell asleep. 

Sorry Harry... 

These were my initial thoughts.

I looked to the rest of the couch I was on and see, well, he wasn’t there. The rest of the couch had my legs on it and my legs had a blanket covering it. My back was on the arm rest and my neck had a pillow behind it. Either I did this in my sleep or I was moved; you be the judge.

The lights were closed. There was a slight misty chill in the air. Then I saw it.

I turned over my shoulder and found the window. The sky was a bright shade of orange and red. Is that...

Holy shit, I slept through the night.

I literally ripped the blanket off me and felt my breath hitch as I scrambled for my things. I roughly wiped my face back as a whine left my lips. I had so much to do today. So many things to do with so many people waiting for me to do it. 

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I should have been in the studio at 6.

I feel tears form in my eyes as I found all my things scattered by a cabinet near the bathroom’s door. I shove the objects that found its way out of my bag back in and fish for my phone.

I suddenly realize that I was probably alone in the apartment because Junwon had already left. I begin to chew my lower lip in agitation, muttering softly, “why the fuck didn’t he wake me up?”

I roughly scratch my tears away as I find my phone.

My heart dropped when my phone screen stayed black. I start slamming my head with my palm. My phone fucking died?!

I will it to open as I harshly pressed on the buttons on the side. I continuously cuss as the phone chimes open. I mentally debated plunging it against the far off wall in front of me.

My heart skips when I hear a flush sound. I watch dumbly as the door opens and light closes behind a Harry-caught-in-headlights.

“Are you o--”

“Why did you let me sleep through the night?”

He knits his brows and watches me. In confusion, he mutters, “what?”

“I have so much to do today! My phone friggin died on me and, gosh, I must have so many missed calls.”

“But you said we could hang out today...”

“I did! But not until the next day!”

He assesses my expression as he watches me fumble with my phone. His aloof and naïve expression just angers me. How could he not get it?

I just grab my bag and begin to head for the door, “I have to go.” I stop at the door and work his locks. That’s when something clicks in Harry’s head.

I was already out when he comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder, “wait! You didn’t sleep throughout the night.”

I look over to him as he quickly runs back in. In the few moments I was staring at the hallway of his apartment, I felt my stomach boiling in agitation. He quickly runs back and shows me his phone, “see, it’s still 6:50. It’s the same day. It’s Tuesday.”

It took a little longer for this information to register into my head, but when it did, my shoulders relaxed, not that I even knew I was so tense, and I let out a sigh of relief, not that I was actually relieved. I mean I was, but I was actually feeling more like a really big idiot.

I placed my hands on my face when I felt tears gush down. “I friggin thought it was the next day.” I let out deep breath.

Harry watches me with a sympathetic look on his face.

He then moves in to give me a hug.

I however was not having it. Mostly because I was caught off guard and feel icky when people hug me. Not that I hated hugs either. I just... grew up always dealing with my problems on my own, and now I feel like a wimp who is undeserving of comfort when I'm breaking down.

I really didn’t mean to shove him off as hard as I did. I didn’t. He sure looked shocked when I did it though. When I was faced with the aftermath of what I had done, I instantly regret it and felt 10x more idiotic.

“I...” I sniffle and wipe my philtrum, “I’m sorry. I-”

“It’s okay, I caught you-”

“No, it’s me. I just... I’m usually the one giving the hugs. I... I should go.”

He looks shocked at my words. “No! Geez,” he comes up in front of me, “please just come back inside.”

I squint tightly and breath out, “I’m kind of having a mental breakdown-”

“Which is why you should come back in.” He raises his hands and leads me in, “please. I’ll drive you home later, I promise.”

“Junwon-”

“Please, I can’t have you leave my house like this.”

My inner voice was screaming to just jump out of the window. It felt like a nice idea, but like the rest of its ideas, I muted it out and decided to plead my case to my judge, “please, I don’t want to-”

“You can have a moment in my bedroom by yourself. Just please, stay okay, even just for a little while.”

Fine.

My chances with him were ruined anyway. I spent, what, about 4 hangouts with the dude, I’m pretty sure they weren’t even dates yet, and now I’ve completely malfunctioned in front of him. There is absolutely no way I can face him again after this. I might as well do him this courtesy, for him and me.

So, I went back inside and hid in his bedroom.

I sat on the floor and cried at the end of his bedsheets.

My chest hurt.

And I felt all in all suckish

“Hey... It’s been 20 minutes.”

I think my dry throat would agree, although I would rather stay here for eternity.

He knocks on the door and I mash my face into his blanket.

He opens the door and looks at me. He walks over and whispers, “hey, it’s all good.”

I feel like crying again. I turn my face to the side and say, “no it’s not.” I feel tears pool by my nose bridge.

“This is just like peeing in a swimming pool, you just got to walk it off.”

I blink and lift my head, turning to him as he looks down on me with a soft gaze, “what?”

“You gotta get up.”

“... that makes no sense.”

He reaches a hand out to me, “a lot of things in life don’t. Sometimes you look at a sunset and think it’s a sunrise and that’s fine. It’s a little confusing but it’s a part of life.”

I take his hand when he starts making sense. I dumb it back down though, “at least if I pee in a pool, no one will know.”

He hums, “someone will always know, but you just gotta walk it off.”

I look at him after I stand, “that’s still disgusting.”

“Well,” we pull away, “you shouldn’t pee in a pool.”

“... I shouldn’t have cr-”

“Nope, it’s not an analogy. Just... what you felt was scary, it’s okay to cry when you’re scared.” He takes my hand and leads me out, “I meant not to make sense... I thought it would make you laugh.”

We walk back out and make it to his kitchen. The two seater table was set with some Mexican food. He looks at me and says, “I heat it up for you.”

I frown, “you shouldn’t have.”

“I should. I bought it before you woke up. It’s kinda gross when it’s cold.”

I feel even worse, “sorry.”

“Hey, just...” he places a hand on my shoulders and gives me a look. I don’t meet his gaze and blink rapidly as I turn to my feet. A moment passes and he speaks up again, “I’ll get you some water.”

I sat down on one of the chairs as he pours me drink. He then sits down in front of me and motions to the food. “It’s good, I promise.”

I look to my plate and feel like resting my head on the quesadilla. Maybe I can get a cheese facial in the process.

He licks his lips and releases a soft breath. He then drags his chair and moves his plate close to mine. He begins to work on my plate, and cuts up my burrito with a spoon meant for the salsa. He vigorously works on it, raising a brow at his opponent before ultimately getting a knife and fork.

I watch as he pokes it with four prongs, “are you actually cutting burrito?”

“Yes, well, I gotta make sure you have no choice but to eat it cos I worked so hard on it.”

I notice the corner of his lips faintly curve upward.

I frown.

He turns to me and catches this, “do I make you cry?”

I fist my hand and scratch my eyes, “no.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“No.”

“I think you do though.”

“Please don’t hug me.”

“... I want a hug though...”

“...”

“Can you hug me cause I need one?”

I pull my hands away and find his apprehensive expression. I let out a breath. He takes that as a yes and gives me a hug. He stands from his seat and envelopes me in his arms. I don’t move but I do close my eyes and breath in his scent. He smells like one of those cute med boys when I was in uni. He smells nice. He feels... safe. This feels safe.

“I’m sorry,” he suddenly whispers.

I raise my hands and wrap them around him. I then stand and we reposition our embrace, “no... I do want a hug.” He secures his arms by my shoulders and I secure mine on his torso. He rests his cheek on my head and rubs my hair.

For a moment, we just stand there in each others arms. I feel warm with my head on his chest.

“Ripson nubus.”

“... ... did you... just speak simlish?”

“I did.”

“...”

“If we were in the sims, you would probably be happy because of how much I’m trying to make you less sad.”

“Oh to be a sim.”

“Yeah...” he rubs my head, “is it working though.”

“Mmm, well, I kinda want to eat that burrito now so you won’t have to put it back in the microwave. I don’t want the responsibility of becoming a Spiderman.”

“Right, we should,” he tries to break away, but I stop him. I pipe up softly, “just a few more seconds.”

His arms tighten around me, “a few more seconds is good.”

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The Little Things

 ph-1 (Park Junwon/Harry Park) x Idol!Reader Summary: When you’re in a relationship, there are aspects of being single you tend to look over or take for granted. It’s sometimes those things that cause a rift between you and your lover. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, lowkey jealousy, kinda a social media au, typos as I have not proofread this, i use y/n 🤢 , etc.

A/N: i hope you see this nonnie and I hope you like it!

It was like a snowball rolling down a snowy mountain. By the time it got down to the slope, it was an enormous boulder, an avalanche. That’s what it felt like on this one lunch date.

It was like a hundred little things came crashing down on us. Things like forgetting to call back, not replying soon enough if replying at all, arriving late, forgetting to heat up lunch, forgetting it’s their turn to buy, all came crashing down when we got the wrong order at the café.

And although it was neither mine nor Junwon’s fault but actually an employee’s error, we had already snapped at each other in the middle of it and found it exhausting to talk to each other. It made my stomach ache after eating.

It would have been fine, had I not had anything to do after our lunch, but unfortunately, I had a long schedule ahead of me that day, and it made me irritable. Thankfully, after a while, my stomach was pacified, but the same could not be said for me and Junwon.

The entire day, we had not talked, nor the day after that, which made it the day  after that feel like it was hanging up in the air because we had a special date planned and yet we still hadn’t broken the silence.

Oh well, if he’s gonna be petty about it, I can play petty.

Now I know you’re going to ask, why not just be the bigger person and text him or something. Well, maybe if I was the one that snapped first I would have. Maybe if I was the one who didn’t even bother telling how he felt then maybe I would have been more inclined to break the silence. 

Junwon has never been the confrontational type, so if there was something on his mind, he usually just let it slide.

And if something really bothered me, I would tell him.

So the little things that got on his nerves that didn’t bother me began to bother me when he made a fuss about in in the wrong time.

He can take a hint; I’ll make him take a hint.

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I was already in the planetarium when I shared this. It was supposed to be a special date, but I was now here alone. It was good we had already split our tickets, or else I would have had to buy another ticker for myself.

I arrived to the place a little earlier than when we would have gone, and was in awe of the place. I have always been so fascinated with the heavenly bodies. I love the stars so much and find joy in knowing we both are made of star dust and shine like them, albeit 1000x lower than the eye can see.

I was having fun for about the first 5-10 minutes of my time here, until I saw something, stopped, and thought, ‘I have to show Harry’. It all kind of went downhill from there.

The place was beautiful and distracting, but It was pretty hard to enjoy myself, when all my thoughts began to be, Harry would like this, OMG Harry would find this so pretty, this is what I was telling Harry, and the classic, it’d be more fun if Harry were here.

Shut up, I am not a simp.

I’m just... lonely.

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<14:34> So many stars  <14:36> Missing You by BTOB <14:36> where is homenobody when you need him? 😤 <14:37> kinda want coffee too

At this point, I was starting to lose interest in the place as my thought began to get geared so hard into just wanting to call Harry and make up. I think that was why I began to just walk around aimlessly.

That was also why I was taken aback when someone tapped my shoulder, since I was pretty out of it.

I turned around and saw this dude smile at me, “hi.”

I raised my brows and gave a soft smile. This might not end well.

“I, uh, couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in. You look absolutely stunning.”

I chuckle and shake my head, “uh, thank you.”

He nods and places his hand in his pockets, “no yeah, the pleasure’s all mine. I also noticed you weren’t really here with anyone and neither am I, so would you maybe want to tour the rest of the place with me?”

“Eh, actually, I had this day planned out with someone,” I pull my phone up and continue, “I’m about to check up on them right now.”

“Ahh,” he nods, “well, I can keep you company while your friend isn’t here.”

“No, she’s good,” another voice speaks. I am suddenly in Harry’s arms as he throws an arm over my shoulder. He turns to the dude, “her boyfriend’s here now.”

The dude smacks his lips then nods slowly, “okay then. Nice talking to you, babe.”

Junwon throws the guy a look as he walks away, “did that dude really just call you babe?”

I pull him into an embrace, “huhuhu, I should have called you sooner.”

He sighs against me and places his cheek on my head, “I should have called sooner too.”

“Yeah, you really should have.” 

I feel the vibrations against my face when he chuckles, “yeah.”

I tighten my arms around him and sigh, “you smell nice.” I pull away and pout, “I’m glad you’re here.”

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, “me too. I kept getting @-ed by your fans. I was so close to being cancelled.”

I snort. He smiles, “I was checking your stories anyway though, so I knew you were being petty about it.”

I make a face, “you’re talking like you weren’t being petty.”

He pulls me back into his arms and sucks in a breath, “I’m still kinda ticked off on how slow you reply though.”

I chuckle against him and push him off, grabbing his hand, “I’ll reply even slower now!”

He rolls his eyes.

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