#zerobaseonefics

[zerobaselove]

light in the dark | kim gyuvin

pairing: gyuvin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 763

warnings: none. lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: im back!! hopefully pretty permanently. but i wanted to pick a random request to get me back in the zone a little so here we go,, i'm a little rusty so sorry everyone </3 i love you all lots i hope you're doing well!!

you were tired, exhausted even. so tired in fact, that you were sure the second your head hit the pillow your eyes would shut and you'd be on the ride to dreamland. oh how wrong you were.

the first half hour laying in darkness wasn't too bad, telling yourself maybe if you just laid there still for another few minutes that you would finally slip into a peaceful sleep. the half hour of that, not so fun. there was only so much tossing and turning you could too, only so many positions you could lay in in an attempt to finally get some rest.

the apartment you shared with your best friend was quiet, almost too quiet, and it was starting to get to you.

maybe i'll just get a drink of water. you thought to yourself as you hauled yourself out of bed, quietly slipping out of your bedroom and past your roommates door just across the hall. gyuvin shouldn't have to lose sleep just because you are, right?

you must have spaced out drinking your glass of water, trying to convince yourself that you could just lay down and fall asleep, because the voice emerging from the darkness nearly made your soul leave your body.

"you're still awake?" he called out quietly, the sound still amplified in your nearly empty apartment, the sleeping world outside only making everything feel that much louder. you let out a tired huff, "gyuvin you nearly gave me a heart attack," you took a second to steady your heartbeat, "but i could ask you the same, what're you doing up?"

he only shrugged as he walked closer, leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen. his hair was messily laid across his forehead, dark circles found themselves under his eyes. even his shirt was all twisted around his tall frame, the small light on the counter made the collarbone peaking out from his oversized shirt more apparent... not that it mattered, obviously.

"go back to bed gyu, you look exhausted." you gave a small smile, bringing your hand up to fix the mop of hair on his head. only to have his hand grab yours gently, "you're the one who can't sleep," his usual goofy tone was gone, replaced with a soft, perhaps caring cadence. "don't think i didn't hear you kicking your blankets off the bed." a smile spread across his lips, despite the obvious concern for your wellbeing this evening.

you didn't know what to say other than mutter a brief apology for the disturbance, maybe you could've come up with something better, something more intelligible had the time not been pushing 3 in the morning. but that wasn't the case.

"you don't have to apologize," he said simply, squeezing your hand that was still in his, now hanging beside your standing figures. "what can i do to help?"

a moment of silence passed as you considered the options, considered what truly would help; you had no idea.

gyuvin seemed to take the silence as an answer in itself, simply tugging you back into your bedroom, hushing your protests about leaving the cup out on the counter. that's a tomorrow problem, he insisted.

he only let go of your hand for a moment to rearrange the blankets on your bed, picking up the ones that had been kicked off earlier in the night. he lightly hit the pillows in an attempt to fluff them, before hopping into your bed himself.

with his arms open he muttered a soft, "your turn." and before you could question him, he was grabbing your hand and dragging you into your own bed beside him, whether you liked it or not. but you were too tired to argue, and his embrace was too warm and inviting to resist, especially now.

his breathing so close to you would usually have you ready to playfully smack him, but like this? you could get used to this. it was safe. he was safe.

maybe it was the soft hands through your hair or the warm hand against your waist, but you felt yourself drifting off easier than before, and maybe it was just that sleepy haze that made you just that much more sentimental. "thank you gyuvin," you mumbled, breathing in the lingering scent of his body wash, "for everything, i love you."

you had started to drift off right as the words left your mouth, but you could've sworn you heard the boy mumble back as he pressed a kiss to your head. "i love you too y/n."

[zerobaseonefics]

ZB1 : falling asleep on them ㅡ hyung line version

ZB1!hyung line x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : maybe some suggestives sentences for hao's part??? one bed trope for hao's. mention of quitting school to become a stripper in hanbin's... yeah that's pretty much it

note : I'VE NEVER WROTE FOR JIWOONG BEFORE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT????? i'm anxious i hope i did it right 🫡 if you guys liked the hyung line version i might do it for the rest of the members... peace 👅‼️

• Jiwoong

"and... cut! good job guys, we're all getting a break. come back in 15 minutes!"

after the announcement of the producer, it seems like everyone on the set started breathing again. it was your debut movie. you used to act before, mostly in web dramas, but this was your first role ever in such a big project and the movie was already very anticipated by the public. your co-star, jiwoong, was used to those long days of just filming, but you were absolutly not. you, and the whole production crew as well, was now filming for 12 hours, and acting for so long was actually more tiring than it seems to be.

the scene you were filming before the break was outdoors, at night, in a park that the production crew privatized so no one could disturb the filming. the night temperature started to bite the tip of your fingers and made you shiver. you were sitting alone on a bench when jiwoong came to you with a smile. he went to take your coat from the staff, and also thought of taking a blanket for you. without a word, he helped you wearing your coat before wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. you smiled back to him.

you guys were working together on this movie for months now, and you were confortable enough to let your head rest on his shoulder when he sat next to you.

"thank you for the blanket" you mumbled.

"you looked like you were about to turn into an ice cube'' he joked. he couldn't help but keep a smile on his face when you softly laughed to his remark, a sweet melody to his ears. little by little, a calming silence fell over the two of you. jiwoong lips were still curved upwards to the feeling of you curled up to him, and he couldn't help but look to your face after a few minutes. your eyes were closed and your breathing was calmer than it was previously. when he realized you fell asleep on him, a pinkish color appeared on his cheeks, and no one could tell if it was because of you or because of the cold.

gently, his hand went to take yours as he tried not to wake you up.

this moment, caught on camera by the staff who was filming the behind the scene, quickly made you and jiwoong the talk of town and brought more hype to the upcoming movie...

• Zhang hao

"well, i'm gonna have to warn you, i naturally cuddle things when i sleep. if it ever happens, don't think i have a crush on you or anything. okay? it's my nature, it's just how i work, so please-"

"oh my god, hao could you please just shut up!"

you shoved your face under your pillow to let him know he was pissing you off. hao sighed.

"i'm simply warning you..."

"okay and i'm also warning you, if you ever cuddle me i'll probably strangle you. that's my nature, it's just how i work." you said, using his own words.

"that's some weird and agressive way of working but okay..."

for as long as you could remember, hao and you were rivals. don't ask me in what field you guys are competing, because at this point, y'all are turning everything into a competition. and this is literally how you ended up that night, in the same bed.

you both took music as your major in college, and a school trip was organized for the best students. when you arrived to the hotel, the teachers simply gave you the keys to the room that were reserved for you, and let you choose the ones you wanted. they warned you that there was one that have to be shared, but zhang hao and you were not listening at this point. why? you wanted the third room, but he wanted it as well. it started a fight between you two, while the rest of your classmates simply chose the room they wanted. that's how you ended up having to share a room with him. with one bed.

now, you were both lying down on the back, looking at the ceiling. an awkward silence settled in the room, as you were too tensed to sleep properly. zhang hao, on the other half, didn't care. he decided to lay comfortably to sleep.

"are you not going to sleep?" he asked.

"i don't trust you enough to close my eyes."

"don't worry about it, i'm not doing anything without your consent."

"..."

"n-not that i'm willing to do anything with you even if you wanted to! i don't have a crush on you or anything..."

"you probably said you don't have a crush on me five times this evening, that's suspicious.."

"shut up."

surpringly, you listened to him and didn't fight back. the silence came back again, and zhang hao's were closed as he started to doze off. surprisingly, you called his name, and he could sense that you hesitated before doing so. he simply hummed, letting you know he was listening to you.

"don't you think the room is cold?" you said in a small voice he was not used to hear.

"do you?" he asked back, thinking the temperature of the room was good enough.

"yeah..."

he looked at you, inspecting your face despite the darkness in the room. you didn't seem to be lying. hao frowned his eyebrows.

"are you really cold?"

"why would i lie about being cold?? look" you put your hand on his neck, making him jump back.

"take your icy hands off me??" he said, offended.

"see?? i'm cold!"

an idea crossed zhang hao's mind. he coughed to clear his voice, not looking at you.

"well, people usually say my body is warm..."

"and...?"

"if you're really cold, i can let you use my body... okay, no, this sounds really weird, what i wanted to say was-"

"i get it! don't freak out like this."

once again, zhang hao sighed. but this time, you did it with him. with hesitation, you went closer to him. your arm held his waist as he was laying on his back, and you rested your head on his chest. he didn't even realize that he stopped breathing when your body became so close to his own. zhang hao doesn't have a crush on you. but there was no other way he could explain the feeling he felt in his chest when you snuggled up to him after you fell asleep on his chest.

• Hanbin

"maybe i should quit school and become a stripper..."

"i wouldn't shame you for that to be honest."

your best friend, hanbin, put down your order on the table. you immediatly took a sip from the drink, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

"if it wasn't for your coffee, i think i would've die studying."

"i'm glad if it helps."

hanbin looked around. today, his mother's cafe was emptier than usual. you were the only customer here, actually. he took the occasion and sat next to you.

"maybe you should take a break now? you've been working on this for hours now. drink this at least, and go back to studying after."

"you're right. plus, it sucks that you're here but i don't get to hang out with you."

hanbin shyly smiled at the last sentence. you were totally oblivious to the heart eyes your friend was sending to you, focused on drinking your coffee. stray strands of hair were falling before your eyes and hanbin couldn't help but find you cute.

"should i tie your hair for you?"

"i wish, but i didn't take hair ties with me..."

hanbin simply showed you his wrist, with a hair tie around. he always carry one with him in case you needed it. "you're amazing", you said as you turned back to let him tie your hair. gently, he made sure to tie every strands that were disturbing you, and made sure he could see your pretty face properly.

"all done" he grinned. you locked your arm with him, snuggling closer to him and letting your head on his shoulder.

"thank you. for everything."

"i know you would have done the same for me", hanbin mumbled, a bit shy despite being used to this kind of the skinship. with his free hand, he took yours to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. "is it okay if we stay like this for a bit? since there is no customers..."

"hm, don't worry. i'm focused on you anyways."

you whispered another 'thank you' to your friend, not aware of the racing heart you caused inside his chest. the sight of you slowly falling asleep on you was so endearing, that when a new customer finally came in, he simply apologized to them and said they were closed.

[seokmthw]

playing with zb1's hands

⇢ pairing: zb1 x gender neutral reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 1.7k

⇢ notes: i'm honestly not super happy with how a lot of these turned out, but i hope you all enjoy them regardless!

ZHANG HAO

you were leaned up against hao’s chest on your couch, his arms wrapped around you and his eyes trained on the movie you were currently watching since you both decided to spend your day off in the comfort of your own home. you felt warm and content, a soft smile finding its way onto your lips as you relished in the tranquility being with your boyfriend brought you.

absentmindedly, you began to hold onto his fingers, feeling some of the callouses that had developed on them from his many years of playing violin and from numerous days of practicing choreo that involved being on the floor. you traced each and every curve of his knuckles, finally making your way up to the pads of his fingertips, tapping them gently with your own.

you stayed like that for a few moments, absentmindedly making your own beat to some of the background music that played in the movie. finally, hao shifted, making the decision to lace his hand perfectly with yours, a soft smile on his lips, “that tickles, you know.”

“oh, sorry,” you replied, finally looking up at him, only to catch him in the act of his sparkling brown eyes soaking up every single inch of you. you blushed, looking down at the collar of his shirt as a distraction.

“it’s okay, you're cute, so it makes up for it.”

HANBIN

“there you are!” hanbin, your boyfriend, exclaimed, flipping the cover off of your side of the bed to allow you to crawl in next to him, sighing in content the moment you were able to feel his warmth. you melted into his side, resting your free hand on his chest as you relished in the moment of finally being with him after a long, stressful day at work. 

“how was your day, love?” he asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you merely grumbled, barely getting out that you had contemplated quitting at least ten times throughout the day, which earned a chuckle from him. 

you nuzzled closer to him, asking, “what did you do today?”

he smiled softly as he recounted his dance practice to you, as well as the lunch he ate and the walk he took along the river as a break. while he spoke, he grabbed onto your hand, lacing and unlacing your fingers together. you couldn’t help but giggle at him as he did so, turning your hands every which way in an attempt to keep his mind occupied while you held quiet conversation with one another.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, peering down at your face through his bangs, playfulness sparking in his eyes. 

“nothing, you’re just cute.”

MATTHEW

you walked though the mall with your boyfriend, eyes scanning various stores before you decided on one you both wanted to go into. it was rather crowded, and while you knew matthew wouldn't stray too far from you, it was an instinct to reach forward and link your pinky with his.

you were unable to see the grin that broke out onto his face, but the more you continued to walk around, you tightened your grip, afraid of losing him in the giant crowd of people who were desperate to get their hands on whatever newest releases were out. he squeezed back, reassuring you that he was there, and you weren't going to be separated.

ultimately, you decided to exit the store, coming to the conclusion that it was much too busy for the both of your liking and walked down the main stretch of the mall. you began to pull your pinky away, but he gripped it so hard with his own you were almost afraid it would snap yours in half.

“sorry, love!” he was quick to apologize, but you could only smile at him, “i just like it when you do that, it makes me feel like i’m able to protect you.”

you giggled, slipping your entire hand in his, fingers wiggling to get settled comfortably, “no matter what you do, i’ll always feel safe.”

RICKY

you were sat on a picnic blanket in the park, the sun setting beautifully over the water and the warm air almost lulling you to sleep. your head was rested in ricky’s lap, one of his hands threading through your hair and the other in your own as you closely examined each and every ring adorning his fingers. you spun your favorite one around absentmindedly, stating, “this date has been so lovely, thank you.”

your eyes met with his momentarily, a look of adoration for you evident on his face as he replied, “i couldn't agree more,” lips curling into a gentle smile the moment your attention went back to what you were previously doing. 

the silver of the ring flashed beautifully in the evening sun, the diamonds embedded within in it causing you to turn it every which way to see their glimmer in different angles. ricky laughed quietly, voice at a volume only the two of you could hear, “you know, one day i’ll put one of those on your finger.”

you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your eyes snapping back up to look at him once more, unable to hide your excitement as you said, “i can’t wait.”

GUNWOOK

“i never realized how big your hands actually are,” you said, eyes wide in awe as you held gunwook’s hand up to you own, taking note of how much longer and wider they were than yours. you were lucky for your hands to even be considered half the size of his.

gunwook chuckled at your words, folding the tops of his fingers over yours to show just how much room there was left. you could no longer suppress the grin that had been fighting to tug at the corners of your lips, peering up at him only to be met with his soft gaze. you felt your cheeks begin to heat up, quickly looking away from him out of nervousness.

“you know,” gunwook replied, shifting his hand to the side ever so slightly, “i always thought your hands being so much smaller than mine is endearing.”

he linked your fingers together, catching you slightly off guard as he did so, and he raised them up to be level between you both. he flashed his gummy smile at you, dark irises disappearing into the crescent shape his eyes adorned.

“see? they’re a perfect fit!”

TAERAE

“i don’t understand why i can’t seem to get it” you huffed, your fingers playing a stream of extremely out-of-tune notes on taerae’s guitar. you told him you wanted to learn, but for some reason, your brain wasn’t working properly. 

taerae moved in behind you, allowing you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your frame, “here, try this.”

he attempted to align your hands the way they were meant to be, but after a few minutes of you still not grasping it, he placed his hands over top of yours, strumming the melody to the song he had been attempting to teach you for the past hour now. you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered over the way his hands perfect encompassed your own, and you found your brain growing even foggier at his close proximity. 

“see, you did it!” taerae happily exclaimed, now shimming his fingers in between yours in order to properly link your hands together. you were thankful he couldn’t see how much you were blushing. 

“it’s all thanks to you, love.”

GYUVIN

you always loved lazing around in bed with your boyfriend on days you had no plans. you never felt embarrassed by how clingy you got with him, because you were always reassured he would be ten times worse than you. it was honestly a miracle if he ever let you out of his grasp for more than a few minutes at a time. 

you were content like that though, fingers laced together from the play fight you’d just finished having. your phone began to ring beside you, but when you attempted to reach for it, gyuvin refused to let you go. you laughed at him, “can i have my hands back?”

“hm,” he pondered for a moment, squeezing gently as he did so, a grin on his lips, “no, sorry, they’re all mine now. i like the way they feel in mine.”

“gyu~” you whined, “what if it’s a call from work or something?”

he couldn’t hold back the laughter as he playfully replied, “they can wait.”

JIWOONG

a warm breeze moved through the air as you walked through the park with your boyfriend, jiwoong, hands intertwined with one another and a peaceful silence amongst the both of you. jiwoong stole a few glances at you, taking in how pretty you looked and thinking of just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

he lifted your hands up to his mouth, lips brushing against your knuckles softly. you were able to feel him smiling against your skin, and you couldn’t help but look up at him with a questioning look in your eyes, “what was that for?”

“just to show my appreciation to you, is all,” he answered matter-of-factly, his loving smile contagious, “at least in a small way, that is.”

you returned his grin, this time kissing the back of his hand, catching him completely by surprise. you giggled, saying, “gotta return the favor.”

[yunacoeur]

loser in love - kim taerae

a/n: i’ve been working on this for about a week now and it’s still shorter than i expected it to be. oh well, let me know if you like this! also who do i need to bribe at wakeone to give me jeonghyeon bc i miss him!!!! need him so bad

word count: 3.8k

zb1 | kim taerae, sunshine x grumpy au, angst, cute ending, communication issues trope, he fell first but she fell harder trope, college au, reader kinda sucks but they mean well <3

—

your professor assigns a two-person project in your philosophy class. it’s a paper on whether or not socrates was innocent or guilty of corrupting the youth.. or something like that. given you got a decent partner, it would take just a couple sessions at the library to get it done. you’re not even paying attention until someone walks up to you while you’re reading something on your phone. you look up to see a guy from your class you haven’t spoken to yet, though his reputation precedes him (yours must as well. he seems like he knows who you are). 

his name is taerae, you… think. he’s in the same friend group with sung hanbin and kim jiwoong, which already means he’s popular and well liked if he’s good enough to hang around with those kinds of guys. he’s always got this bright smile on his face, like a literal ray of sunshine walks through those doors every monday, wednesday, and friday. 

“hi,” he says to you, “i’m taerae. you’re my partner, right?” so you were right.

“yep,” you respond plainly. 

he awkwardly waits for you to maybe say something else, but when you don’t, he says, “are you available to meet at the library today? so we can get a headstart?”

yeah and did i mention he’s an amazing student? you couldn’t even imagine doing an assignment the day it was assigned, let alone actually do it, but it’s one less thing to worry about in three weeks and your future self will thank you.

“yeah, i can do 3,” you say and he smiles that bright smile that could make your heart flutter.

“alright, i’ll see you then!” he says, and then he’s off. 

you’re left right where you started, sitting at your desk, staring at your phone. you look over at the couple next to you, being way too excited that they got paired together. they’re doing way too much pda for a classroom and it reminds you, once again, that love is weird. not your style.

—

the first time you go to the library is 3 weeks before the due date.

“so which argument should we use? i think guilty would be more interesting to write about, but innocent is probably the easier side to defend.” he says, looking over at you after going over all his papers with that stupid smile again. it’s kind of annoying how immediately likable he is. 

“i don’t care. up to you,” you mumble, getting your laptop setup to write up your guys’ outline. 

he seems discouraged that you’re only responding to him shortly, but he refuses to give up, much to your dismay, “i want you to pick.” he says, small smile this time. his dimple is still visible, of course. 

“fine. we’ll argue that he’s innocent. what’s your email so i can share this doc with you?” you say, looking up at him, making brief eye contact. 

he’s silent for a second, just looking at you. 

and then suddenly it’s like his soul comes back into his body. “oh, sorry,” he says lamely, typing in his email on your keyboard and handing your laptop back you. he gets quiet for a second, and it makes the atmosphere weird and almost tense.

you feel the need to break it, “do you want to write the introduction and then first two arguments and i’ll write the third argument, the counter, and the conclusion?”

he smiles. you don’t even know why he would be smiling right now, but he has this look of fondness on his face, “sure. let’s work for an hour and then take a break. okay?” he says and you nod. 

you pretend not to notice the way he keeps looking at you, opening his mouth like he has something to say, and then giving up on that thought and going back to typing. 

—

“hi bestie,” you say as you walk up to taerae’s usual seat in the library. and there he is as always at this time. he doesn’t even know himself how he got you to show up here everyday (even if you barely did any work. you had finished your parts of the paper a week ago, but keep showing up to accompany him until he was done.) he can’t figure out why you keep showing up but he wont tell you to leave. 

“hey,” he says, not looking up from his laptop. 

“i got you something,” you tell him. he looks up, curious. 

you got him coffee when you got one for yourself, the exact thing he told you he liked last time.

it makes his heart skip a beat. maybe more than one.

—

“do you believe in ghosts?” he asks you as you type up a different assignment. the question catches you off guard, and you choose to stop your assignment and humor him for a second. 

“i guess so? why?” 

“why do you believe in ghosts?” he asks.

you laugh breathlessly, considering the true answer that you believe, “it just makes sense that they do. especially if their soul had unfinished business.”

“like what?”

“i dont know,” you shake your head, giggling at his persistence, “maybe they left someone they loved dearly behind, and they have to watch over them.”

loved… to love someone so dearly that you soul won’t rest until they find peace. your peace connected to theirs. how beautiful…

—

“do you ever feel like you’re missing out?” he asks, suddenly. a part of you almost already knows what he means. you were always more similar than you gave yourselves credit for.

“what do you mean?”

“i’ve never been in love. always so focused on music and my studies,” he admits, looking over at you, “am i missing out? it is nice to be in love?”

“well, unfortunately for you, you picked the one wrong person to ask,” you laugh at his defeated face, “ i’ve never been in love and i don’t really think i want to. it sounds lame. like i just wanna love my friends and myself. i don’t think romance is for me.” 

“yeah..? that sounds lonely,” he comments, but you shake your head.

“not lonely, just no one to break my heart.”

—

“if we keep going at this rate,” you say as you walk up to him and pull out your laptop, “we’ll probably only have to come to the library one more time. so this is what it’s like to be a good student.” you laugh to yourself as you sit down. he smiles faintly.

“yeah, for sure,” he says. almost looking down, like what you said upset him in some kind of way. it doesn’t make sense why. why would he want to keep working on philosophy assignments more than they have to?

— 

the supposedly ‘last’ time you go to the library is d-5 from the due date.

“do you really hate romance?” he asks, bringing up the topic again. he seems weirdly hung up on it.

“no, i never said i hated it. just not for me,” you sigh, “i’m not really a people person anyway. there’s no one i’d want to date even if i wanted to be romanced.”

ouch.

—

it’s d-day. a beautiful wednesday.

“hey!” taerae says, catching your attention as you get up to leave class. 

“what’s up?”

“can you meet after your classes today? would 3 work?” he asks, knowing full well you just submitted that paper with both your names on it. it was a+ material, what could be wrong about it?

“why? the project is over,” you say bluntly. he smile falters just a bit, but he catches himself and continues on.

“i… need your help to study,” he says, like he came up with it on the spot. 

‘you need… my help?’ you wanna say, but you don’t. you don’t call him out. 

“okay,” you say, “but i’m not staying long. just long enough to ‘help’ or whatever. see ya, tae.” you get up to go, but his hand stops you, grabbing your arm. 

“hey... uhm.. please come,” he says sincerely. something about this feels deeper than just ‘studying’. his eyes are showing how vulnerable he already feels. 

 “i will, taerae. i promise,” you say, “i'm honestly offended you think I'm gonna stand you up.”

he laughs with a bittersweet smile, “sorry!” as you walk off to your next class.

–

he’s sitting at one of those benches outside the library when you walk up to him. he doesn’t notice you at first, just playing on his phone. he looks so peaceful. 

and then he notices you, and smiles that signature smile, “hey! thank you for coming,” he says.

it’s just a tad bit confusing why he’s so hellbent on the idea that you wouldn’t want to come see him, or that it’s so important that you’re here. 

“i’m taking it that you don’t need help studying,” you smile back at him, and he shakes his head, “didn’t think so. you’re a star student.”

“i try my best,” he says, and you scoff at him. he barely tries. he’s just good at everything (except for math. but that’s math’s fault for being too complicated for him).

you shake your head at him, “okay, what did you wanna do?”

“i actually wanted to tell you something,” he starts. that smile of his fades when he gets anxious. he puts his hands in his pockets to hide how clammy they’re getting. you urge him to continue but he’s struggling to find the words, “i-i’m sorry, it’s hard to talk about.”

“it’s okay, tae, just breathe,”

he frowns, seemingly gaining the courage to say his thoughts, “i- i know this is- this is not what you want to hear because you’ve told me how you’re not romantically interested in anyone and you don’t want a relationship. you’re really clear about that and i respect that.”

he closes his eyes as he braces himself for how vulnerable he’s about to feel. he’s preparing to bare his heart out to you, when he knows you can’t care for it like he needs. 

“and i don’t want to make you feel pressured, but it feels wrong to hide it from you while i monopolize all your time,” he says, lowering his face to hide it from you. you can still see how red his ears are getting though, “i had to go and fall for the one person i couldn’t fall in love with.” he says it more to himself, like a criticism. ‘how could i do something so stupid, so self-destructive?’ he’s probably thinking, "I have feelings for you. i'm sorry."

“taerae…” you whisper, coming closer to try and comfort him, putting your hand on his arm. 

he shakes his head again, looking up with you with those darling eyes that make people fall for him left and right, “and it’s not fair to you, but it’s not fair to me either. you don’t want to be in love? that’s fine. but you can’t go and take my heart and write your initials on it like it belongs to you, and expect me to not feel it pounding in my chest for you. that’s…” it’s ironic that so many people probably have feelings for him and yet he’s here, baring his soul out to you, “cruel.”

his eyes, intentionally or not, are piercing into your soul in turn. it’s like he can see every last piece of your being, and it’s frightening to be that known by someone else. they’re pulling you in like a siren song, making you want to give it a chance, give him a chance. his eyes are doing every last thing to make you his, promising you to only ever be yours, to never hurt you, to always make you happy. 

maybe that’s why you left him there with nothing more than a squeeze to his hand and a “i’m so sorry,”. it was easier than looking into those beautiful eyes and tell him no. easier than watching his heart (with your initials on it) shatter.

—

and so you continue on with life. soulessly, you suppose, but every day keeps coming whether or not you want it to.

you keep checking your phone. it doesn’t even make sense why, because he’s probably too embarrassed and upset to text you. and he has every right to be upset at you right now. you left him when you got scared and haven’t even tried to say sorry, much less give him a proper response since that day. he has every right to be pissed at you.

and the shitty part is you know he’s not. because he’s taerae. because he was never mad at you. not when you bugged him when he tried to study. not when you barely worked during your library meetups. not when you were late and not when you were rude to him when you first had to start working together. 

he’s never been mad at you and you know every time you walk past him, he stops to look at you, hoping you’ll turn around, and the fact that you don’t is breaking him even more. all you know is that if he uses those puppy eyes on you one more time, all your resolve will crack. 

not falling in love was your main goal during college. years of being alone, part by choice and part by circumstance, made it so you felt you were better off by yourself. it’s hard to want other people when you’re not used to feeling wanted, and being in love just seems so scary.

were you in love with taerae? that was the real question, wasn’t it?

because he wasn’t that close of a friend. you had barely known he was more than an npc a few weeks ago, and you didn’t really know him that well. he was an enigma, a being you knew existed but nothing beyond his existence. and he wasn’t particularly charming. he was awkward. he was dorky. he didn't dress that well. he was really passionate about things and those things completely consumed him. he initially seemed like an anti romantic up until now, too focused on his passions and life to even think about love.

but every time he had said a dumb joke, you laughed. every time he tried to impress you with how cool he was, sure, it was kinda dorky, but you were impressed. and when he smiled at you, it felt like the world was okay in that instant. he gave you his jacket when he was cold once, he got your coffee before your study session once, and he cheered you on. 

maybe you did love him, but he must have given you no other option. nothing else you could do besides helplessly watching as he fundamentally changed who you were.

was it so bad to be in love with taerae? he’s beyond kind and has endless good will to give the world. and of course it was scary to be in love, but taerae wasn’t scary. he wouldn’t break your heart, he’d give you peace of mind and comfort. 

—

nothing sways you to talk to him quite like another person trying to flirt with him does. they’re attractive, a little mysterious, and intriguing from the get-go- if taerae’s crush on you was indicative of a type, they’d be his perfect match. 

they’re so clearly into him, you wonder if you looked like that when you hung out with him. maybe passerbys thought you were a couple before you were even friends. 

and he’s so clearly letting them flirt. he’s not making moves, but taerae doesn’t make moves like that. he wants to move slower than that. he doesn’t want to get into their pants, he wants them to romance him. he wants to feel courted. you’re not sure what you did to romance him, or how exactly your attitude made him feel courted. 

and it’s so hard to watch him be flirted with because you were the one who left him there. that could be you right now, but it’s not. taerae is letting someone else flirt with him and letting someone else tell him jokes and smiling that bright smile at someone else. that’s what really hurts. 

but you let them be while you jealously sip your coffee, talking to your friend sitting next to you.

“you need to talk to him,” they say, “you need to tell him about your feelings. even if you’re scared. he deserves honesty and you deserve to be happy.” 

and they’re right. you know they are. friends tend to be right about this kind of stuff.

and it takes all day to build up the courage. the second you think you could do it and make it out alive, you run over to his dorm room. it’s across campus, and you really could have just walked, but that means more time left alone with your thoughts, which is a big no no right now. 

—

it’s early in the evening, but even still you’re grateful that junhyeon took pity on you and took you to his dorm room that he shares with taerae. he left you guys alone to ‘talk’ he says with a smirk. if only you were sneaking in for something fun like that. and not to pour your heart out onto his floor and just hope that he’ll be okay with cleaning up the mess. 

“taerae!” you say as you burst into the room, locking the door as soon as junhyeon annoyingly shouts, “you're welcome!”. he looks up like a deer in headlights from his desk to see you tired, out of breath, holding the door against junhyeon until he gives up. he furrows his brows in confusion.

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he asks, "what's wrong? did someone say something?" he's got this look of protectiveness in his eyes. you wonder briefly if he thinks someone hurt your feelings and you came running to him for comfort. it's charming.

you shake your head, “i made a mistake and i came to fix it,” you say, that look in his eyes coming right back. like you’re back in that moment at the library. like it’s that fateful day again, with light wind in the forecast and pollen in the air. you remember nothing but how beautiful kim taerae looked and how painful it felt to run away. 

“i’m listening..” he says, trying to get you to continue, to say your side of everything, because you’re lost in thought and forgetting that he’s standing right in front of you.

you sigh, thinking maybe it’s best to back out, turning around to try the door. hopefully, junhyeon didn’t put a chair outside to keep you trapped so you could do 'things'. you almost commit to leaving, telling taerae you didn't have anything to say at all. it was easier than facing him. that’s when you see it. 

“what’s this?” you ask, pointing to the new bracelet in his pile of usual jewelry. 

“oh… my friend just got that for me, actually. i don’t think you’ve met that friend yet,” he says.

“was it the friend in the courtyard?” you ask, looking up at him. he can’t decipher the look in your eyes, but he nods. you’re half expecting a ‘how did you know i was in the courtyard?’ but you know he’s not going to pry like that. 

“taerae, i-” you start to say, and he looks up again, that hopeful look in his eyes. if you were a better person, you would have noticed how he looked at you the first time and never, ever let someone hurt him. even yourself. 

but you weren’t that person. you’ll learn to be that person now, though. his pretty smile depended on it. 

“i’m so sorry for leaving you there,” you say, getting right into it, “i’m sorry i never gave you a proper response to what you told me, and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to gather my thoughts. i’m so sorry, i feel horrible for how you must have felt when i left after you said all of that.” 

“it’s okay,” he tells you. it’s not and you both know it, “you don’t have to feel the same about me. that was my fault for falling for you and coming on so strong about my feelings. you weren’t ready for it and i scared you. i was in the wrong.”

and it hurts to know he’s still going to apologize after all of this. he’s too kind and too pure of heart. 

the bracelet comes back to your mind. and you have no right to be jealous because that person did nothing wrong. they were honestly probably a good distraction for him while you were being a coward. but the bracelet, a marker of something of theirs being on his wrist. the thought left a disgusting feeling in your stomach. it was clear in that moment exactly how you felt. 

you come closer to him, suddenly emboldened by the jealousy of a gift another suitor got him and the fact that he was so wrong in his assumption of how he felt. he takes a step back when you get a little too close, like he’s nervous. not scared, but timid about what’s going on. his breath hitches when you look down at his lips like you could devour him. you were so obvious. 

“taerae,” you say, and one last time, he looks up at you with doe eyes, “i thought i didn’t have feelings for you. and then i watched myself break your heart. i knew right there and then that these emotions couldn’t have been caused by anything other than me having feelings for you. i didn’t want to admit it, to you or myself, but…” you trail off, forgetting the last words of your sentence when his eyes find your lips, like he wants to have you now, finally knowing there’s shared emotions there, “i thought i didn’t feel anything romantic for people at all, like i was soulless, and you proved me wrong.” 

“...why did you run?”

“i was scared. i’ve always been afraid to fall in love. i kept thinking, ‘what if he broke my heart?’. i realized how dumb it sounded because… it’s just so unlike you,” you smile at him, seeing all the innocence and kindness in his eyes, and wonder how you ever could have felt scared to fall for him, “and i saw them flirt with you. i told myself i couldn’t be jealous, but it’s hard to not be. i wanted you first, kim taerae. i know it’s not up to me, but they couldn’t have you. i couldn’t let that happen.”

“...come take me then,” he says, still staring at your lips. he really won’t make the first move, will he? you smile to yourself as you step closer, pressing your lips to his briefly, pulling away, and then again, just… not so briefly this time. he pulls away first because lord knows you couldn’t have, “so what happened to ‘i never wanna fall in love’?”

“i didn’t want this initially, you know. falling for you was never a choice,” you say. he laughs with all his chest.

“such an anti-romantic. glad i could turn you,” he smiles, “i’m just happy, in all your hatred of romance and pickiness for people, you picked this loser.”

oh taerae, you’re not a loser. you’re just in love.

[i05wook]

rest well - park gunwook

Pairing: bf! Gunwook x fem! reader

Genre: comfort, fluff

Wc: 587

Warnings: female reader, periods, mentions of nausea, crying

Summary: When Gunwook’s partner is suffering on their period with the worst cramps ever, Gunwook is determined to do whatever he can to help them through shark week. 

Author’s notes: I 100% believe that 1) Gunwook would give the best hugs ever, the man's just a giant teddy bear in my head 2) I feel like he’s the type of person to always be warm, particularly his hands. I’m writing this cause i’m literally in so much pain right now on my period. I had to be somewhat self indulgent for once in a while. 

It was early on a Sunday morning, and there you were, unable to move from the position 

you were in; burrowed deep into your duvet, your arm wrapped tightly over your stomach, trying to provide some relief from the agonising pain of your period cramps. However, no matter which way you laid in bed, the cramps continued to rush over you, bringing waves of nausea and eliciting tears to envelop your eyelashes. 

You were in so much pain that every time you tried to stand up from your bed, you were hit with another surge of nausea. The tides of nausea meant that it was near impossible for you to get out of bed, never mind making it to the kitchen in order to fill your hot water bottle up. All you could do to distract yourself from the pain was sleep, cuddled up with your little black and white tabby kitten, Oreo. She laid over your stomach, almost acting like your hot water bottle, and this was enough to help lull you into a light sleep. 

It was unknown exactly how long you had been asleep for, lying in the same position. However, when you heard the sound of your front door closing, shortly followed by the slow creak of your bedroom opening, you poked your head over the duvet. From behind your door, your adorable boyfriend slowly peered his head out, praying that you would remain undisturbed if you were sleeping. As soon as he saw you, his adorable gummy smile snuck up on his face, growing even larger when you reached both arms in his direction

He wandered over to where you laid in your bed, and sat down in the bed next to you. As soon as he was sat, he looked over at you, and instantly you buried your face into his abdomen. “Hey darling, are you doing okay today?” Gunwook asked while caressing your hair. You don’t know what or why it happened, but the next thing you know, you're crying into his stomach. 

“Hey darling, don’t cry my love, “ he said leaning down to kiss the back of your head, all while stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe your crying. He knew that you often got overly emotional while on your period, so he was well versed in calming you in these situations. 

Once your crying calmed pretty soon after it started, Gunwook stood up from the bed, so that he could lie down properly next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist, and applying just the right amount of pressure on your tummy. The boy was consistently warm like a heat pad, but he also always gave the best hugs, in particular, back hugs. Gunwook’s back hugs were some of the best things in the world. The warmth provided by his body almost instantly soothed any form of back pain you had been suffering from, and the pressure of his arm across your stomach helped enormously in lessening the horrendous cramps you had been enduring all day. 

Gunwook’s presence behind you helped calm you into a much needed rest whilst he played with your hair and whispered countless affirmations in your ear. The last thing you managed to hear before you fell deep into your slumber caused your heart to flutter. 

“My darling, I’m so proud of how strong you are as a woman dealing with this suffering. If only I could take it all away, I would be honoured to. Rest well my sweet girl.” 

status: open 

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©bobariki 2023

[gyuv1nist]

you belong with me

sung hanbin x reader

you sat on the bleachers watching the football team practice for the big game which was coming up. the sun beat down, casting long shadows across the field as the team ran through exhausting drills. “it’s not like you to sit here and watch practice.” you looked to your left and saw your good friend, matthew, take a seat next to you.

“it’s not like we have any exams to be revising for.” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“you’re here to watch him aren’t you?” he asked, shifting his focus onto you.

him?

sung hanbin is the kind of person who seems to have it all - looks, charm, intelligence, and talent. with a winning smile and a confident aura, he turns heads wherever he goes. but beneath the surface, there's so much more to him than the title of captain of the football team or school president. he's always there for his friends and loved ones, offering support and encouragement when they need it most.

“was it obvious?” the question came through a laugh as you leaned back and finally take a look at your best friend.

“is the window not enough for you?” he joked, earning a light whack on the back of his nape.

hanbin was your neighbour. you found out when the moving truck was a bit too loud one sunday morning, but you were quick to receive an apology from the boy with a box of homemade pastries. although you were yearning to go back to your bed, your parents invited him in and made you guys talk. you were quick to learn that he was going to start in your school and major in the same subject as you.

after a long talk, you returned to your room and sat at your desk, unable to get his smile out of your head. it lights up his entire face, filling the room with warmth and joy. it's the kind of smile that's contagious, making you feel happy and at ease. you just met the boy and you’re already falling for him?

you pushed yourself towards the blinds, wanting to let some sunshine in. but you find yourself smiling at what you find once you open them. the handsome boy was smiling, holding up a sheet of paper at his window.

[do u wanna walk to class together on monday?]

you fought back a smile as you shook your head at his action and rummaged around for a notepad and pen.

[gimme one good reason why i should]

[you don’t have to ofc! but i feel like it would be nice!]

and from then on, the two of you hit it off. everything about him made you want him to be around you more and more. sure, it was the little things, like holding the door open or making sure you were walking on the side furthest from the cars. but also he learnt your coffee order and brought you it weekly, and always brought a spare hoodie on the cooler days since you weren’t the best at dressing according to the weather.

at ungodly hours of the morning, you found yourself sitting at your window (in a growing pile of paper) giggling at the boy who was across from you. it got to the point where you went to drink from your body spray.

[those aren’t supposed to be consumed silly]

[anything can be if you try hard enough]

you would never forget the way he would laugh at your weird remarks. the way his eyes would light up before he leant back and chuckled, one hand on his chest.

at last, you were finally happy to wake up at 8:30 sharp every morning. until you slowly realise you weren’t the only person whose order was in hanbin’s list. and slowly, those after-class visits to the arcade, art gallery or even just the walks to and from class were becoming slim to none. by the time you got into bed, hanbin hadn’t left a message for you on his window.

the days when it went from bad to horrendous were still clear in your mind and to stop seeing those horrible days you decided to not show up at all. maybe it got to the point where you forgot you still had company other than hanbin that would stay by your side. after a series of knocking, you mustered up the strength to go to the door and find matthew standing there, eyebrows all furrowed, with kamden and jay standing right behind him. (i miss the english trio fr)

“why are you here?”

“we came to make sure you were okay.”

you were anything but okay and they could see it from the way you look defeated, not even able to lie your way out of it. you felt like it shouldn’t have even affected you that much, even going as far as to thinking that you should’ve seen it coming. why was it so easy to fall in love with him?

the point at which it got even worse was when you all decided to go to the friendly football game after your respective classes. it was the day you saw him with someone else.

“i heard she asked him out for prom,” you said, the words barely coming out as a whisper. the sight made you sick to your stomach but there wasn’t really anything you could do- she was perfect. popular, rich, the centre of the cheerleading squad and there wasn’t a moment where a hair was out of place.

“apparently he didn’t accept her, something about it not feeling right?.” kamden muttered, watching as the cheerleader walked away from hanbin towards the sidelines.

which makes you remember the day when you finally did talk to hanbin again.

it was a boring, gloomy day.

the rain aimlessly bounced off your window whilst you were listening to music. hoping that the minimal light would at least make you feel the slightest bit better, you opened the blinds and were shocked to see hanbin sitting on his bed. his eyes trailed up and you felt your heartstrings pull as you fail to see the soft glimmer which would shine through his pupils.

[you ok? :(]

your friends would kill you if they knew how fast you grabbed your notepad and marker pen.

[just tired of drama]

[sorry :(]

his lips pressed into a line as he shrugged, barely being able to muster up a smile. the words on your notepad echoed in your head again and again as you stared at them, your heart beating at an unhealthily fast pace.

by the time you mustered up the courage and held it up, his blinds were shut. you could only blame yourself now.

after all those times when you would sit at the back of the lecture hall talking about his favorite songs, the way you would sit and let him ramble on about his dreams, the fact that you knew exactly what to say to make him laugh when he was about to cry- you at least expected hanbin to acknowledge the fact that there was a bond between the both of you with overwhelming chemistry.

you were dreaming about the day when he would wake up and find that you were what he was looking for.

but now you were convinced it was all your fault. maybe if you had confessed earlier, you wouldn’t have lost him and just maybe, that he would belong with you.

it’s now the night of prom and after rejecting a promposal or two, you’re left in your room with your stuffed animals and netflix rolling in the background. you keep your blinds open, praying that hanbin would show up for at least a few moments.

and those prayers were answered.

[are you coming tonight?]

[no :/ staying in ]

[wish you were]

you smile and roll your eyes jokingly, standing up to get a hoodie to bunch up in during this long night. whilst scanning the wardrobe for something nice and warm, your eyes lay on the dress which you had planned on wearing to prom (in the event that hanbin did ask you out).

you turn your head and your vision focuses on the piece of paper which lays alone on the desk before your eyes land back on the dress.

and you had never gotten ready so fast before. you usually hated gut feelings, but there was something that was telling you to suck it up and just tell hanbin your true feelings. your brain was done with the frustrating questions which you constantly ponder on.

just why can’t he see that you are the one who understands him? the one who’s been here all along?

hands desperately grasp the piece of paper as you run down the stairs, a rush of adrenaline now surging through your body. you slam the door shut and run towards the road, managing to flag down a taxi and scurrying inside, wondering how the taxi driver even understood the clump of words that came out of your mouth.

as you step out you curse the adrenaline for stopping now, the moment you had to walk in with eyes all over you, the moment which could end up in total humiliation. you push past sweaty bodies, looking for the one who had stolen your heart.

“hey oh my god! i thought you weren’t coming!” you mutter a phrase of relief as you saw jay standing there, eyes wide with shock. “you look gorgeous!”

you smile at your friend before remembering the sole reason why you showed up in the first place. “hi jay! you look amazing but i’m in a massive rush right now i’ll explain everything after but please tell me you know where hanbin is.” once again, your words almost come out all fast and breathy, eyes scanning the whole room.

the corner of his lips rises as his eyes dart straight past your head, with your body following suit. “i think you’ll find your man standing right there.”

and at the moment, everything but you and the figure standing in front of you drowns out. when he finally notices you, he slowly makes his way over, his eyes locked on yours.

the intensity of his gaze was strong but delicate as if he was seeing you for the first time and taking in every detail. as he draws closer, you can smell the sweet cologne he's wearing, the scent filling your senses and making you feel dizzy with desire.

“you came?”

you want to express how you feel- to tell him how much he means to you, shit you feel like screaming it, but the words simply won't come. as hanbin’s eyes glaze over with concern you can feel the weight of your unspoken thoughts becoming heavier and heavier. so instead you reach into your purse and pull out the folded note which would put all your emotions into one phrase perfectly.

i love you

if you could fall into a pit of darkness now, you would.

on the other hand, hanbin can feel the warmth spreading through his chest, a wave of euphoria. he wants to tell you how he feels, to hold you in his arms and never let go, how he’s so stupid to take this long to realise you were the one for him, but he's afraid that he'll mess everything up. so he reaches into his blazer pocket, pulls out a piece of paper and opens it.

i love you

he knows that he's found the missing piece of his heart. he takes your hand, pulling you close to him, and he can feel the beat of your heart matching his own. in that moment, hanbin knows that he's found something special, something worth fighting for. and as he looks into your eyes, he realizes that he's in love with you, completely and irrevocably.

the familiar sight of hanbin’s eyes filling with nothing but love had never been so beautiful.

and before you know it- he leans in, his heart pounding in his chest, and presses his lips to yours. it's a soft, gentle kiss, filled with all the emotions hanbin had been holding back for so long. and as he pulls away, he knows that he's found something truly special - a love that will last a lifetime.

“i should be mad at you for how long it took you to see that-

“i belong with you? yeah i know- and i’m really sorry. but let me make it up to you.”

and for the first time (but most definitely not the last) you watch the sunrise from the same window, finally where the both of you belong.

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a/n : i am truly sorry for the lack of updates :( it’s exam szn for me so i’m constantly drowning in revision but i finally managed to finish this hanbin fic!! OBVIOUSLY its based off of you belong with me (taylor’s version ofc) and i tried my best to use the song as plot!!

i hope you enjoy this, mwah i love u all

- minah!

[gnwookieee]

Your Ricky bf headcanons were marvelous ✨🤌 may I request jiwoong bf headcanons whenever you have time? 🥺

: jiwoong boyfriend !

📁🖇️ : thank you so much for requesting!! and thank you again for your sweet words <3 i was so happy to see this request that i whipped it fast (well at least for my standard lmao). hope i did your amazing request justice. hugs, rose.

genre : fluff

pairing : bf!jiwoong x gn!reader

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probably used the worst pick up line ever, lucky for him you saw pass it and decided to give him a chance - either that or his visuals made up for it. genuinely thinks that his rizz was that good and is why you are currently dating but really it is the opposite and he is lucky you didn’t walk away to be honest

when he introduces you to the members -eventually, but we will get to that later- you ofc tell them this magical pick up line he used. now it is the main source of all of zb1’s teasing, inside joke that comes up at least once a day at the dorms

introduces you to the members only when he feels really secure in the relationship, when he knows it is for long term. waits so long because he feels he has a responsibility as the eldest. doesn’t want the members to get close to someone if he wasn’t sure you were going to be around for a long time

contradicts himself so much when it comes to being jealous, when everyone on earth flirts with him and you get a little jealous, he insists you don’t need to worry. but. if someone other than him looks in your direction when you are out, you two are going straight home. constantly has an arm wrapped around you in public just so everyone knows he is your boyfriend

fell first 100%, constantly looks at you with his sparkling eyes that give away how much he loves you. always looking at you when you are together, you would be minding your own business and turn around to see him just admiring you. looks for you in busy crowds, likes to know he can see you and that you are safe and don’t need his help

speaking of looking at you, this man has a fascination with your lips. looses his sanity a little when he sees you apply product to them, watches them move as you talk, runs his thumb across the plushness of your bottom lip. this man just likes kissing you and it’s probably on his mind the majority of the time

forehead kisses. that is it. when you are sad, when he is sad, when you are both happy, there are always forehead kisses

gets so flustered if you watch any of the dramas he acted in. turns red if you compliment his acting. he has banned you from rewatching any of his kissing scenes because he says why would you watch him kiss someone when you could just kiss him yourself. he has a point

always finds a way to make you laugh, his jokes are never great because they are all awful dad jokes but it is part of his charm now

shows his affection in a lot of ways, but i feel like words of affirmation comes most naturally to him probably because he also likes to receive this. really caring when you are upset, always knows how to calm you and make you feel loved with his words

romantic. he has clearly learned some things from being casted as the main romance lead in dramas. brushes strands of your hair back into place, reads to you as you fall asleep, dances with you in your kitchen late at night

always keeps a photo of both of you with him. it’s polaroid photo you took on a date and now his keeps it in his wallet always. you both look really happy in it with the biggest smiles, looks at it if he misses you when busy with his schedule or if he ever feels deflated

📁🖇️ : a/n

have a lovely day/night wherever you are! hope you take some time for yourself <3

hehe i love bf!jiwoong, who else thinks he would be the superior boyfriend? this man was invented to create delusions i swear <3

[wonsohl]

hii do you think you cld write abt gunwook ? maybe smth like popular!gunwook and shy!reader in a school setting

also, i rlly enjoyed ur yujin imagines! they're so adorable

omg! ofcc , recently gunwook has been biasing me lately after kcon 😭😭! thank you for the compliment abt my yujin imaginess <3 ! tbh i didn't know how succesful it would bee

young love 🫂 - p.gw

PAIRINGS: popular!gw + shy!freader

it was winter. your favourite time of the year - not just because it was the season of your birthday but because you loved christmas and the traditions of the mistletoe at school.

your school recently (by recently you mean 4 years ago) started this thing were they would leave mistletoes around school.

at first it was very controversial but they made it rule that you don't have to partake in the tradition if you didn't want to.

most people didn't because half of the boys in your school were ugly and smelt like canned fish.

however if they did wanna kiss someone, it would've been the f9.

f9? basically the most handsome, jaw-dropping, extravagant, elegant, heart-beating boys ever to be seen.

you had the 3seniorz - aka : sung hanbin & zhanghao from class one with kim jiwoong in class two

then you had the musicianz - aka : seok matthew & kim taerae from class one

and then finally the coocooz - aka : shen ricky, kim gyuvin , han yujin and your beloved park gunwook.

pretty much every sane girl in your school had a crush on them because who wouldnt?

the f9s pretty much run the school, if they ask someone to do something they would.

one time ricky asked a girl a year above him to buy him something from the school store, she bought the whole store for him.

another time taerae asked a girl to get his guitar from the music room, she got his guitar with the rest of the music room on her back.

so you could tell that these boys had every girl wrapped around their fingers ,

including you.

but no one knew of course.

you barely talked in lesson and never raised your hand and on top of that you sat the middle row in lessons and would always leave a sticky note on the teacher's desk ever day to remind her that you were in so she didn't need to call out your name.

and thats how you lived for pretty much all 3 years of highschool until today.

you made your way to your homeroom with your headphones in and got a sticky note from your bag to put it on the teacher's desk and plotted your bag on your chair.

whilst returning to your chair, you realised that someone must of forgotten their cleaning duty yesterday and forgot to clean your desk.

their was pen marks everywhere and gum under the table.

you sighed heavily, but too heavily so no one else knew your dissapointment. you were about to go to the toilet to get some tissue when your phone started ringing.

it was inhee your bestfriend

'Y/N!!' said inhee through her phone speaker ruining your eardrums forgetting that you were on speaker everyone in your class looks at you.

you smile back awkwardly and dash out the class room.

'omg inhee! you dont need to shout my name at 8:03 am in the morningg" you said complaing about your friends behaviour

'oh im sorry miss l/n but apprently seola from our class got a mistletoe with ricky! '

' WHAT?? damm she's so lucky! '

' I KNOW RIGHTT THAT'S WHAT I WAS SAYINGG ' says inhee and then for the next five minutes of your call inhee was complaining about how it should've been her instead of seola.

'ME AND RICKY HAVE FIRE AND WATER SIGNS WE ARE LITCH SOULMATES'

'okok i get your pointt~. it's not that deep its only a kiss he probably doesn't feel anything for her anyway.

'after all he is a player but that doesn't mean anything! i have been waiting for my first kiss to be ricky just to be knocked off by son seola who is a complete copy of me :>'

'inhee its just a one time thing, you can make a move to him on the last day of school or something'

'ONE TIME THING?'

she said again, at this point you thought she was intentionally trying to publicly embarrass you infront of everyone as well as make you deaf.

'inhee enough with this yelling over a boy! its not even past 9 am yett'

'well this boy is my lifeline, soulmate, couple, future hubby, fiance he is like my everything! he means the whole world to me just like gunwook means to you silly!'

gunwook. gun wook . park gunwook.

you loved his name.

you loved they way he talked .

you love his visuals.

most of all you loved his smile.

'yeah but gunwook is different - first of all he is not rich and spoilt , second of all he is classprezz and is not a player'

' okay but imagine if you got a mistletoe with him! like that would be so cute!'

'with who? gunwook' you scoff at her words.

'gunwook is way out of my league, i would never get mistletoe with him and that's how i like it and i wanna keep it that way for th-'

your phone fell out of your hand skidding across the marble floor of your school hallway.

you pick your self up and run to get it but another hand it there before you.

you look up to see gunwook.

'oh my god' you thought.

eugh this was so cliche for this to happen.

but even through those thoughts, you and him still kept eye contact

'ay gunwook did you get the homework for-

OMG YOU GOT A MISTLETOEE'

you look behind gunwook's broad shoulders to see his friend gyuvin running towards him whilst pointing up towards the ceiling.

and follow his fingers to see the mistletoe right above your head with you and gunwook

'BRO YOU GOTTA GIVE HER A KISS - A RICKY COME HERE GUNWOOK GOT A MISTLETOE'

'GUNWOOK HAS TO GIVE HER A KISSY WISSY OOOO~'

you look back to gunwook eyes as he meets you with an awkward smile after he elbowed gyuvin in his ribcage.

'you don't have to kiss me! it's j-just a tradition' you say excusing yourself slowly.

then all of a sudden gunwook holds you by your shoulder and mouths sorry before pulling you in for a kiss.

your lips clash onto eachother as you close your eyes not knowing how to react and slowly losen up to his touch.

those seconds then feel like minutes which feel like hours the kiss breaks up and you suddenly realise where you are.

you look around to see a whole entire crowd has formed around you two with phones everywhere.

you obviously freak out and gunwook being the man he is he drags you through the crowd and brings you too your class.

'thank you' you say smiling back with a bow

he laughs abit which make you feel embarrassed but he reassures you.

'it's ok, you looked so cute when you tried leave because i knew you liked me' he says giggling with his dimples showing.

your cheeks instantly flush and laugh back.

the bell rings meaning you have to go back to your seat and gunwook looks at his watch.

'ill get going now but if you want i can take you out for some ice cream later'

you nod back with a smile going back to your seat whilst inhee runs through your homeroom door slamming it against the wall.

'y/n. tell. me. everything.'

[huipinkhair]

Introverts - Zhang Hao x Reader

Zhang Hao x gn!reader

Synopsis - Zhang Hao was made the student council vice president against his will, when all he wanted was to get through high school quietly. He found himself drawn to the shy member of a student-made band, and has been crushing on them for months. He knows he needs to get his shit together before they graduate and go their separate ways, but doesn’t know if he can break out of his shell in time, or even bother at all.

Featuring - some zerobaseone members, some boys planet trainees, Choi Yujin of Kep1er, Hui of Pentagon

Genre - high school au, smau, two introverts who don’t know how to handle feelings, fluff, bit of angst? maybe

Warnings - cursing, jokes around death/crimes Kms/kys, my stupid humour idk - more added if needed

Status - COMPLETED!

Profiles - Y/N's Support Group | Student Council & Co.

Tag list - @hwangsm1le @zerobaseonefics @mins-fins @kpoprhia @haesunflower @big-uwu-stan @harus-simp @seungminiesgf @cherriegyu

Teaser 1 - Twitter Timeline | Teaser 2 - in the GC’s

Chapters -

1 - Image of a jackass

2 - What the fuck do I do

3 - Hao did it go?

4 - Party Time People (Not confident on this one pls be nice)

4.5 - The Monday After

5 - Stressing and Sweating

6 - What’re you so smiley about?

7 - That’s what prom dates do, right?

Final - Look at me, Y/N~

[keiwook]

i dedicate this to @zerobaseonefics

[zerobaselove]

calling zb1 by their full names

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: hanbin calls reader m'lady jokingly, nothing else that i can think of? lowercase intended, not proofread.

notes: i've been in a bit of a slump recently but this was just so cute i couldn't not write it (even if it took some time) so i hope it's okay!

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

it wasn't often that your boyfriend jiwoong got overly clingy, but it was even less often that it happened while you were trying to work. like usual, you had left your paper until the last day and you were trying to get it done at a timely pace, not wanting to spend your night hunched over your laptop with a cup of coffee to keep you company throughout the night.

but jiwoong insisted on having your attention; he was just trying to get you to take a much needed break. he could tell you were getting restless in the same spot, and that couldn't be good for your quality of work. "c'mon darling, just a five minute break." he suggested, tugging on your arm lightly as he took note of your bouncing leg.

"kim jiwoong." you deadpanned, not upset or anything, just frustrated with your paper and lack of time management skills. you didn't mean to come off harsh so you considered quickly apologizing, until you saw your boyfriend with a playful grin on his face, and before you could ask why, his mouth was opening.

"might as well get used to saying my last name," he grabbed your hand with his, playing with your fingers momentarily, "especially since one day it'll be yours too." you couldn't help the blush that creeped up on your face as you finally shut your laptop for a moment, turning to face the bold boy you had grown to love.

"kim jiwoong, you really are something else."

zhang hao ;

you and zhang hao often found yourselves sitting in a comfortable silence; sometimes accompanied by the faint hum of the tv or a quiet melody playing from the speakers as you each did your own things. zhang hao had found himself a comfy spot in the corner of the couch, glasses perched on his nose with a blanket wrapped over his legs and a book in hand, and you were scrolling through whatever interested you on your phone.

you had seen some sort of trend going on— people calling their partners by their full names as opposed to the usual go-to pet names, and you couldn't help yourself. you had to try.

"hey zhang hao," you started, looking up at the boy who immediately pulled his eyes from the story in front of him, a look of concern on his face. he couldn't help it though; that was out of character for you, and he knew if he had done something you'd just tell him. you two were good like that. so he immediately assumed something was up with you, "everything okay, my love?"

his concern was cute, you couldn't lie. his caring nature always made your heart flutter, especially in times like this where he is just being overly cautious. in your moment of silence he had gotten up, bringing his blanket with you as he sat beside you and draped it over both your legs, asking if you wanted to talk about anything.

"oh lovely," you started, a smile pulling at your lips, "i just wanted to see how you'd react, it's a trend of some sort." he only laughed and shook his head, "well now you're stuck with me here, i'm not moving back over there."

hanbin ;

in an attempt to have a cute couple bonding moment, you and your boyfriend hanbin had decided it would be a good idea to try and bake something together. he insisted it would go great, but now that he had flicked flour at you, you were seeing his real motive.

"sung hanbin," you put your hands on your hips, voice stern yet still playful; you weren't sure how seriously he could take you when you had a white handprint on your cheek and flour dusting your shirt. "y/n," he teased, standing up straight and giving you a small bow. the two of you stood there for a moment exchanging mischievous looks before hanbin extended his hand out, "may i have this dance, m'lady." it was only then that you took note of the slow song fading in over the speakers.

deciding to drop your act, and opt in on his, you took his hand graciously, "i'd be honored."

it was times like this that you were thankful for your boyfriend's extensive dance training as he took the lead with ease, slowly dancing around the kitchen with you in his arms, breaking into fits of laughter every once in a while. with little to no warning hanbin had spun you, resulting in a less than gracious whip around from you before he dipped you slightly with his arm on the small of your back.

the two of you pulled away giggling as he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, "you have something here," he laughed, lightly wiping the flour off your cheek, "hmm, i wonder who did that."

matthew ;

"hi baby," matthew smiled, pulling you into a hug as he walked through the door. you quickly were enveloped by his scent and warmth as you relaxed into his touch, "hi matthew," you said simply.

you hadn't thought much about your words, but it seems the lack of a pet name really caught your boyfriend off guard, a pout quickly replacing his bright smile. "matthew? just matthew?" he questioned, almost in disbelief. sure he was being a little dramatic, but he thought he had every reason to be. "hmph," he crossed his arms, turning away from you, "i see how it is."

you couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's childish, yet endearing antics. it was one of the many things you loved about him. "how what is?" you tried to coax a confession out of him, just to see if he was feeling stubborn or not. your question was quickly answered as you were met with silence. as much as you thought this side of matthew was entertaining, you really just wanted to see his smile again.

you placed a quick peck on his cheek and he immediately softened at the gesture; his arms fell to his sides before wrapped around your waist, preventing you from escaping too far which caused you to smile. "all better?" you questioned, looking up at the boy.

"depends," he hummed, playing with the hem of your shirt, "are you gonna call me matthew again?" as much as you wanted to play along a bit longer, you really missed your boyfriend and just wanted to spend time with him, "you're so cute baby," you cooed, watching his face heat up at the nickname.

"better."

taerae ;

you had been looking forward to today all week— you and taerae had planned a picnic date now that the weather was warming up and you were thrilled. you couldn't think of a better way to spend the afternoon; sat on a blanket with your boyfriend eating snacks and chatting and watching people pass by as you made conversation.

you had told taerae to meet you there, giving you the perfect opportunity to set everything up before you watched him walk across the field of your local park. "hi my sunshine," he beamed as you got up to hug his taller frame

"hi taerae~" you dragged out the last syllable which caused him to smile at the cute mannerism. he brought his hand up to ruffle your hair, "i like the way you say my name," it was your turn to smile, a blush rising to your cheeks as you repeated his name a few more times.

this time he took your hand in his as you both walked back to the nicely laid out blanket in the grass, "c'mon now, don't wear it out."

the two of you got comfortable on the ground, enjoying the sunny day and slight breeze that went by. at some point you found yourself with your head in taerae's lap as his hands carded through your hair, and there is nowhere you'd rather be.

ricky ;

you were always impressed with your boyfriend's language capabilities; his fluency in multiple languages always stunned you, but even more so now that you were trying to learn a language yourself. you felt bad that ricky was always accommodating to you, and so, behind his back, you had begun learning chinese a little while ago. and it was not an easy task, to say the least.

you spent all your free time studying, and while you hadn't gotten far in conversational skills, you had figured out one thing— how to confess to the boy. sure, you had professed your love for him on multiple occasions, but this would be special, a sign of your affection in his mother tongue. and so as you sat there next to your boyfriend one evening, you thought it would be a good time to practice.

taking a deep breath and trying to remember the correct tones, you attempted the confession, "shen quanrui, wǒ xǐ huān nǐ," you managed to stutter your way through, much less smoothly than you had practiced, but you managed. you tried to read the expression on your face to see if you had said it correctly, but before you knew it he was cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your lips.

"so you understood me?" you questioned, a small smile tugging at your lips. soon enough the boy was spewing back responses in chinese, faster than you could keep up with at your very basic skill level. "woah woah, slow down, i'm not that good yet." you chuckled.

"well you've got yourself a new tutor then," he smiled, pulling you into his side, "god i love you." he mumbled, more so to himself than you. but you were just glad he got the message.

gyuvin ;

"kim gyuvin," you sighed, shaking your head at the state you had found your boyfriend in. you had only left him alone for a few minutes, but by the time you had come back he had somehow managed to cover himself in the paints spread out on the palette; at this point he had more paint on him than you had gotten on the canvas.

you had run to the other room for just a moment, needing to grab your bag with a couple extra paint brushes to finish up your painting for your art class. gyuvin had insisted earlier in the day to keep you company while you painted, and it was appreciated. but you could tell he was getting antsy just sitting there, and you supposed that's how he ended up looking like a kindergartener's finger painting.

"y/n," he mocked back, a playful tone accompanying his hands on his hips as he looked at you with a smlie. "i'd like to think i'm much prettier than your painting." he gestured to his frame, highlighting the paint that he had seemed to trip into. "maybe if you gave me attention i wouldn't have run around and tripped." his matter-of-fact tone made a laugh escape your lips.

"is that what the problem is?" you paused as he made his way closer to you, "you're covered in paint don't you dare," your threat was empty, but you tried reasoning with him regardless. "call me a cute name again then, my name isn't as fun."

you sighed, attempting to hold him at an arms length as his lips were comically puckered up. "yeah yeah, my cutie lovely sweet boyfriend, if you come near me with your wet paint covered body, we are gonna have problems." he carefully placed a kiss on your cheek, managing to not get you covered, "good enough for now."

gunwook ;

"gunwook c'mere," you called your boyfriend over to the couch that you had gotten quite comfy on, wanting to spend some time with your boyfriend. you didn't see the pout plastered on his face until he sat down next to you, his eyes looking like that of a lost puppy.

"not even wook?" it took you a few moments to realize what he meant by the question before connecting the dots— you hadn't called him a cute nickname like normal, and now he was sat next to you sulking as if it were the end of the world. and god was it ever cute.

you cleared your throat for a moment as you shook your head, "silly me," you started, catching his attention, "i forgot the most important part," you grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze, "my gunwook!" you enthused, watching the smile spread across his cheek wider than you had ever seen.

that seemed to make everything better in his world as his cheeks flushed a light pink and he brought his free hand up to cover his mouth for a moment before composing himself enough to respond.

"my y/n!" he matched your energy, pulling you impossibly closer into his side, as if to claim you as his own. but you were his, and he was yours. and you wouldn't have it any other way, at least not when he's as cute as he is.

yujin ;

you and your best friend yujin had a tradition; it might not seem like much, but it had become routine for the two of you to spend your nights in the summer laid out in his backyard, watching the stars and chatting about whatever came to your mind. random thoughts or worries, really whatever plagued your mind.

you hadn't thought much about the words leaving your mouth, that was the joy about being with your best friend. you wrapped up your aimless question, "but i mean, who cares right? i have you yujin." you said simply, turning to the boy, only to see a sad look in his eyes. "what's wrong?" you reached out, resting your hand on top of his.

"you called me yujin," he mumbled, barely audible past the pout across his lips. you couldn't hide the confusion on your face, so you had to press a little more, "but, that's your name?" you were simply thinking aloud at this point, not quite grasping the boy's point yet.

the pout didn't leave his lips despite your obvious remark, "am i not your jinnie anymore?" you couldn't help but smile at the boy's innocent confession, "oh yujin," you started, turning to prop yourself on your arm and face him, "you'll always be my jinnie."

"okay good," he let out a sigh of relief, feeling the quickly approaching weight on his chest subside, "and you'll always be my y/n, right?" you simply nodded, giving the boy the confirmation he needed before turning back to admire the stars in the sky— he'd always be your jinnie, as long as the stars shined in the sky.

[gyubaseone]

❛ there's just something about you,

that brings the light out in me. ❜

solace ; a ricky smau. ‹𝟹 ✉️

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis | ricky had never gotten the real chance of falling in love. it was the most perfect unperfect time for love yet ; he just never felt that spark with anyone nor did he have the chance to. that was until one rainy day when ricky stood at the school entrance with no way home. the moment he laid his eyes on y/n, things changed.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ genre | smau, acquaintances to lovers, she fell first; he fell harder, moon & sun, love at first sight, coming of age, romance-comedy, slight angst, sorta slow burn.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ warnings | kys/kms jokes, horrible humor, family problems, swearing, dark humor

⌞ solace playlist ⌝

₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ meet the characters

hopeless romantics

academic weapons type shit

— TABLE OF CONTENTS. 💬

000. prologue : the first look

001. exploring the possibilities

002. a minor doubt

comment to be added to taglist ! bolded cant be tagged.

@lvieee @rickyvinn @ahnneyong @annoyingbitch83 @khaelscafe @jiaant11 @rainbows-dreams @p-romise9 @lovefooi @lluvjjun @lumixen @livelaughlovelicky @omgtintarr @sunoosluvr @aerivrs @njmluvr @igotkpoops @tzuberry @alwayswook @big-uwu-stan @beomstarz @wonluvrbot @gyuvinfan @ohwonzz @sleepymoon27 @soomelon @pheebswrld @dimplewonie @countmekocho @sparklingsjy @wonnotes @wtfhyuck @kpoprhia @ilovechanhee @hanjisbeloved @hannahbahng @xxpr3ttyk173rxx @wonyoungsvirus @eternallyhyucks @4hanbin @tlnyjoong @yuma-is-mine @star4rin

[zerobaseonefics]

ZB1 reactions to their s/o not saying 'i love you' back (requested)

zb1 x gn!reader

genre : fluff, a bit angsty for matthew

warning : mention of a picnic with gyuvin but i don't mention food ‼️

note : this was supposed to include all of the members....... but bro they are 9 how do i come with 9 different ideas with everyone 💔 so i made it about jiwoong, hao, matthew, gyuvin, taerae !! i don't write with yujin, and i'll do something else with gunwook, ricky, and hanbin next time 🫶🏼 thanks to the anon who requested this i hope youll like it dear

• jiwoong

"i should be back at 8"

"hm."

jiwoong put his jacket on while you were sitting on the couch, your laptop in front of you as you were working on something. you were really focused and that's why you simply hummed when he talked to you. the dark-haired man took his key and was now finally ready to go.

"have a nice day, love you."

"hm."

jiwoong opened the door and went out, and he even walked a few step towards his car before realizing you didn't say it back. he squinted, wondering if he did anything wrong. maybe it's because you were busy? yeah, it was probably because of that. jiwoong took a look at his watch, and when he saw he had enough time to tease you a bit, he turned around to go back into the house.

you heard the door open, and you turned to look at it, frowning. who would enter? jiwoong just got out, it couldn't be him. at least, you thought, because your boyfriend was now leaning against the wall, arms crossed against his chest.

"what?" you asked, confused. "you forgot something?"

"i don't know... did you?"

a silence settled as you were staring at him in confusion, while his eyes were squinted, trying to intimidate you. when jiwoong saw you didn't understand what he was referring to, he decided to say it himself.

"i said i love you."

"did you really just come back to repeat it?"

"and you didn't say it back."

"...you're kidding me, right?" you said, tilting your head. you didn't expect him to come back for that.

"i will do it again and i'm counting on you to say it back this time." you scoffed. you found his demeanor funny and cute.

"why are you so attached to me saying i love you back?" you asked.

"what if i go out and then, i don't know, i get hit by a car or aliens attack me and i never come home. you wouldn't want me to die without hearing 'i love you' one last time, right?"

you sighed, faking annoyance, but jiwoong knew it was just an act and soon a cheeky smile was plastered to his face.

"i love you too, now go if you don't want to be late." your eyes went back to your laptop's screen, so you didn't see him come to kiss your cheek before finally leaving.

• hao

i don't see hao as someone who says i love you a lot. he shows his love through physical touch and acts of service, so him saying it is rare. it was never a problem for you two, because it made these words much more precious then if they were just a regular sentence.

that night, you were hanging out with zhang hao at his place for a movie marathon. you haven't seen each other for a while, and the movies were soon forgotten as zhang hao's hands started to roam on your body, missing the way your skin felt on his. hours passed as you were basking in each other warmth, passionate kisses exchanged, trying to pull the other closer to you.

it was getting more late as you started to feel tired. facing your back, zhang hao wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer before adjusting the cover on you. he kissed your temple and your eyes fluttered shut, ready to sleep. he confessed his love to you in a whisper, letting his head rest behind yours. you didn't reply because you were falling asleep. hao would have no particular reaction to the lack of answer, because even if it was a special thing for him to do, he never did it to hear it back. it was just because he needed to say it. you two just ended up sleeping like this.

• matthew

it was pissing you off. overall, matthew was a good boyfriend. he made sure to see you often, and he'd take you to your favorite places. he never forgets when you say you like something, so he can go and buy for you as a surprise, or make it for you himself. there were so many things you liked about matthew, but one was really getting on your nerves. it was nothing really bad, it's just the way he would never wash the dishes after he ate or drank something. if he drinks something, he just leaves the glass in the sink and tell himself he will wash it later. spoiler : he never does.

you told him many times about it, and he always said he understood and he will start doing it. and he never did. sure, it was nothing, but the problem wasn't the dishes anymore, it was the fact he wouldn't listen to you. after a tiring day, you kinda lost it when you saw the dishes in the sink, so you guys got into an argument over this.

"babe, i think you had a bad day, maybe we should let you rest first and then we'll talk about it later?" he proposed. you realized you've been taking out your bad mood on him and you sighed, feeling ever worse now. matthew could clearly tell you were going throught something, and he didn't want to make you feel stressed out about it.

"i love you", he said to reassure you, but you opened your mouth at the same time to say :

"i'll be in our room"

and then you left him here, in the kitchen. you didn't answer to his "i love you" because you just didn't hear him. but it got to his head: why didn't they respond? are they that angry? guilt started to build up in him, as he was sitting alone in the living room. it's true he should have listen to you in the first place... you might feel like he didn't care about what you disliked and he doesn't want to be better for you. and the fact you didn't say i love you back...

there it goes, matthew was overthinking everything now. what if you break up with him? should he go and talk to you?

hours passed, and you didn't come out of the room. it's not that you were still pissed, far from it, you was just ashamed of the fact you let your anger out on him for nothing and you were just too tired you couldn't come out of bed. matthew decided it was time for him to talk to you.

you heard the door open, not looking at who came in the door, because you knew it was him. he sat next to you on the bed where you were laying.

"do you..." he started but he couldn't finish. there were so many things matthew wanted to ask and he didn't know with what he should start. "do you feel better?"

"i'm sorry, i was tired, and i know it's no excuse, i shouldn't have let out everything on you."

hearing you apologize, matthew opened his arms for you to come in his embrace. accepting the hug, you snuggled close to him, letting a few tears roll down your eyes. "i love you", you said, and all his worries are gone. "i love you too."

• taerae

plucking the strings of his guitar, taerae played a new melody he created himself. you two were sitting in the music room of your university. you listened to him, heart eyes as his voice started to sing the lyrics he wrote earlier. your friend taerae always let you hear his songs first. for some reasons, you noticed that nowadays, his lyrics were more and more sweet, always talking about some muse he was crazy in love with. you started to take the hint a few days ago, but you were patiently waiting for the good moment to ask him out.

today's song was once again, a serenade. he was not looking at you, focused on playing his guitar. at least, this is what he was trying to make you think, he was just too shy to look at you. you appreciated the song, and you couldn't tell if it was good or if you liked it just because you were hoping it was about you.

the song was coming to an end, and taerae sang the last words looking at you : i love you. you started clapping for him with a huge smile.

"i love it! it's amazing, your songs are always good, taerae."

as much as he liked the praising, that was not the answer he wanted to hear.

"did you hear the last lyrics?"

"yeah?"

"...and what do you think about it?"

"they were cute!"

"should i sing them again?"

you nodded. taerae was wondering if the hint was not obvious enough, but he just started playing the last chorus again, this time looking at you the whole time. when he said "i love you again" with his singing voice, you once again didn't catch it. taerae sighed heavily.

"what's wrong?"

"i said 'i love you'!"

"yeah, that's the lyrics?" you frowned.

"that's a confession!" he blurted out.

the tip of his ears were getting red, and a smile was appearing on your face. he hid his face in his hands, and you took them off to take them in yours. "i love you too" you said, making him even more red.

• gyuvin

a sheepish smile on his face, a bag full of snack in his hands, gyuvin is looking at you who's sitting on the picnic blanket, arms crossed against your chest.

"hey y/n!"

"you're 15 minutes late."

"how about we say time is a social construction and we forget about that."

"..."

shoot. gyuvin knew this wouldn't work, and he'll probably kick gunwook when he go back to the dorms because it was his idea. gyuvin sat next to you on the ground, while you decided to ignore him for coming late on your date.

"come on, i'm sorry, this won't happen again." gyuvin sweetly says, trying to appease you.

"what is the reason behind your lateness?" you ask, a disdainful look on your face.

"i may have forgot we were wednesday..."

mentally, you slapped your forehead because of how much you were tired of him. but, physically, you simply scoffed, arms still crossed. you turned your face the opposite way of where he was sitting, turning your back to him. gyuvin whined.

"i'm a human, i make mistakes!" he complained.

"i don't know if i can forgive you..." you answered, dramatically, and he understood that you were joking around. a sigh of relief left his lips, and he decided to play along.

"and if i say i love you, you'll forgive me?"

"and if i say the feeling is not mutual, what will you do?"

gyuvin's jaw was basically on the floor. how could you go that far! "i can't believe this..." he said in a muffled voice. you mocked him for the face he was doing, and gyuvin playfully hit your arm with no force.

"breaking up with you as we speak" gyuvin said, rolling his eyes.

"you're sure about that?"

"absolut-" gyuvin was cut off by your lips on his, giving him a small peck. he felt his cheeks getting warm and he looked away.

"maybe i'm not breaking up with you anymore."

[seokmthw]

after midnight | sung hanbin

⇢ pairing: hanbin x afab reader

⇢ warnings: best friends to lovers, fluff, a smidge of angst if you squint, first time smut, marking, oral (female receiving), explicit language, overall extremely soft

⇢ word count: 2.5k

⇢ synopsis: late night confessions with your best friend lead to things getting heated before he leaves for a few months.

⇢ note: ohhh i absolutely love how this turned out :( it's something i had partially written way back when, but never finished, and i figured that since i've been so inspired to write lately, i would! i hope you all enjoy, this is definitely one of my favorites! friendly reminder that i only write smut with afab readers because it's what i'm most comfortable with!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

never in your life did you think you would find yourself in this position. 

to be fair, this kind of situation itself wasn’t uncommon; you were laying in your best friend’s bed with blankets strewn about and your heads propped up by millions of pillows. but something was slightly different this time in that it would be the last you’d see of hanbin for months.

zb1 had announced a world tour shortly after their debut, which would require them to travel to many different countries, and could take a bit of time if there were setbacks or possible reschedules of shows. to say you didn’t take the news of the tour well was an understatement, even if you were happy the group was proving to be successful enough to be able to travel to a plethora of different countries just after debut. 

you didn’t think you’d have to be away from him for so long, especially so soon, but now the two of you were stuck spending the last night together watching a drama in silence, the only light in the room coming from the tv and a small lamp that was on hanbin’s desk. you’d spent your entire lives in the company of one another and now to break that record for what felt like an eternity filled you to the brim with dread. 

sighing, you mumbled, “hanbin?”

he hummed questioningly in response, his body shifting onto his side so he could face you while you talked. 

“this fucking sucks.”

hanbin scoffed, placing his hand onto his chest in mock offense, “i think the show is quite funny, myself.”

you offered him the faintest of smiles you could muster, closing your eyes and sucking in a long, deep breath to prevent your voice from trembling as you spoke, “you know what i’m talking about.”

his facade dropped quickly, his eyes filling up with a deep sadness as he threw his arm over your shoulder comfortingly, “i know it does. but just think; i’ll be back in no time and you’ll have to deal with me everyday again for the rest of your life. besides, you know i’ll facetime you whenever i can.”

“i know but,” you paused, not knowing what to say next. you’d had a constant battle within yourself over whether or not you should just admit your feelings for him, but you always chickened out at the last minute. you shook your head, “nevermind. you’re right, i think i’m just being too selfish with you.”

“too selfish? i don’t really think there’s such a thing when it comes to you and i. you saw me, i was equally a mess when i had to break the news to you. hysterics, really,” he imitated himself sobbing and you silently cursed him for always being able to make you laugh. 

“well, yes,” you agreed, finally turning to face him, though instantly regretting your actions the moment you opened your mouth again, “but it’s something more than that and i’m not sure how to feel.”

he cocked his head to the side in confusion, “i don’t think i’m understanding what you’re trying to get at.”

“me either,” you replied, your voice quiet, “and that’s the scary part.”

what’s worse is that most times you felt as though you could read hanbin like an open book, but tonight you really couldn't tell what was going on behind his eyes. maybe it was the reflection of the tv off of them that put your mind into overdrive. without any thought, your hand found its way to his face, gently cupping his cheek as your thumb traces various different little shapes on his skin.

"can you please just say it already? before i have to?" hanbin spoke freely, viciously tearing you from your thoughts.

“what?”

his eyes fluttered shut in response to your gentle touch, “you’re never like this. just tell me what’s on your mind. you know i will never, ever judge you.”

“hanbin, i-“ you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, which only made you panic even more, “i don't know why i didn't tell you sooner. i mean god, it's been years of deciding when the right time would be to do it, if the time were to ever come at all, and now i feel like a dumbass because tomorrow i won't even have you anymore. i’ve just realized that among all the chaos and fans throwing themselves in your direction, i realized that everything i have ever wanted  could have been you this whole time, and i hate that you leaving is what has led to this.”

you paused for a moment before starting back in with your monologue, “it’s to the point i can’t imagine my life without you, even if it’s just for the few months you’ll be away for tour. i mean, not even 5 hours go by and you’re getting a facetime call from me an-”

your erratic breathing was causing your words to run together into a giant mess of mumbling and not knowing where you were going next, but it was all cut off in an instant when hanbin leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours gently. it was beyond quick, and if you blinked you’re sure you would have missed it, but it’s all you ever needed.

“i get it,” he said after a moment of silence.

“you didn’t even let me get to my point,” you sheepishly laughed, pink taking over the expanse of your cheeks.

he smiled softly, taking this time to speak, “don’t worry, you got your point across. i’ve known for a while now, actually, but i’ve had my own doubts, just like you. i didn’t want to hurt our friendship either so i just tried my best to ignore it. figured i would rather have you as my dearest friend than not in my life at all in the event that i was reading our whole situation completely wrong.”

he paused for a moment, gauging your reaction before he began to talk again, “when you said it could have been me this whole time, that’s when i understood. you have no idea how many times i’ve thought the exact same thing.”

another silence fell between you after that, but you were both thinking the same thing. it was comfortable, as it always was beside him, but you couldn't help but feel like you were under a microscope with how hanbin’s eyes were scanning your face. a sad smile spread on your face as you closed your eyes for the nth time that night, not bearing to look at him. 

"what’s the matter?" he asked, reaching his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening the moment you leaned into his touch.

“saying goodbye is gonna be a lot harder now.”

“it could always be a ‘see you later until i get back’ kind of thing, if that’s what you want” hanbin offered, a smile now blooming beautifully across his face.

"of course that's what i want," you joked, "but i’m going to have to come to terms with this. you gotta get out there and show everyone what sung hanbin is made of."

"i love you," he answered. your brain wasn't given enough time to process those words before he continued nonchalantly, "i’ll be able to call you whenever the time zones allow. it’ll be like we were never apart."

“i-i really hope so,” you could feel your brain malfunctioning, “and i love you, too.”

"really?" he asked, being suddenly energized by your words. he sat up a little, supporting himself on his forearms, now leaning over you a bit with a cheeky grin, "say it again."

you couldn't help but laugh looking up at him, his eyes shining brighter than the stars with that eager expression on his face, "yes, really. i love you, hanbin. i always have."

when he kissed you this time, it wasn't like the first, or the second or the third. this time, it felt like everything you had waited for all those years was finally to its end and you had both done enough waiting. your arms reached up and found their way behind his neck, bringing him closer to you. his moved from their relaxed position beside you to your hips and the delicate touch of his fingers on your skin felt like fire, sending a wave of sparks all through your body.

he began to pepper kisses all along your jaw and neck, his fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt, “can i…?”

“yeah,” you stuttered, shifting upwards momentarily to help him remove the fabric from your body. once your top was discarded somewhere in the mess of covers surrounding you, there was a short silence.

"you’re stunning," hanbin said, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes took in all of you.

you swatted at his chest, “oh, stop!”

you could feel your face grow warm at the next thing you managed to squeak out, “hey, i’ve never… done anything like this before.”

“i know.”

“should i be insulted?”

hanbin laughed before leaning down and hushing your babbling with his lips once again. "you know that's not what i meant. besides, would i not have been the first person you told?"

“you got me there,” you giggled, though you got a little more serious as you asked, “what about you?”

“never, you’re my first as well.”

you didn’t know why you had thought differently about him, even if his previous point was accurate to your friendship. while you were always each other’s number one, he was definitely the more social of the two of you since he was an idol and interacted with fans and his labelmates a lot, so you had just assumed he had gotten around a couple of times. but now, realizing you both were in the same boat, it made you feel a lot more comfortable. 

you took your turn grabbing the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head, a soft, giddy smile adorning your lips as you discarded it onto the floor beside his bed. he pecked your lips gently, slowly moving down your jaw and neck to just behind your ear, gently sucking to leave a mark only he was able to see. your back arched a bit, a quiet gasp falling from your mouth.

his hands worked to unbutton your jeans, mouth now settling on one of your nipples and sucking lightly, eliciting a moan from your lungs as he did so. you shimmied out of your pants, allowing hanbin to toss those into the pile of your clothes already on the floor with a soft thud. hanbin peppered kisses along the expanse of your chest and slowly down to the waistband of your underwear, eyes peering up at you through his lashes, “are you sure this okay?”

you nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes, “positive.”

upon hearing your words of approval, he hooked his finger beneath them, gently pulling them off of your legs and exposing everything to him, a faint smile on his lips as he began to press kisses along the insides of your thighs, completely avoiding where you desperately wanted him. he hummed softly, littering a few bruises across your delicate skin before he inched closer and closer to your core, finally licking an experimental stripe up your slit. 

a gasp slipped past your lips as he did, a shudder racing down your spine at the feeling. his tongue slowly began to work on your clit, causing your eyes to flutter shut and back to arch ever so slightly off of the bed, fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently on the roots each time he sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

he hummed softly against you, the vibration beginning to make your legs shake, and you were so close to reaching your high you could almost taste it, but hanbin ripped himself away from you, chin glistening with your arousal as he did. you almost felt embarrassed at the whine you let out at the absence of his touch, but he quickly reassured you that you’d have all of him in just  few minutes.

you blushed, stuttering as you asked, “do you…”

“no, no, we can save that for another time, yeah? i want to make tonight about making you feel good,” his gentle smile was enough to reassure you that he was okay with you not returning the favor, but it certainly gave you something to look forward to once he returned back from tour. 

hanbin made quick work of discarding his sweatpants and boxers, his cock springing free and very obviously hard from the previous events. you couldn’t help but stare, worried about what was to come, and whether or not you would be in a severe amount of pain. he noticed as he rolled a condom down his shaft, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “we can stop here, if you want. i don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“it’s okay, i want to, really,” you replied, hoping the honesty lacing your words was enough. he nodded, positioning himself over you, one arm bearing all of his weigh and the other one lining himself up with you, tip teasing your core. 

he pressed his forehead to yours, glittering brown eyes staring deep into your own, “if it’s too much, please don’t be afraid to tell me stop.”

they say your first time should be saved for someone very special. you had never really thought about it before, the concept of it all just not ever being at the front of your mind, but being there with hanbin, you understood why it was that people believed such things.

you weren't sure if it was the way hanbin touched you as if you were made of glass, or the way he kissed your pain away as he slipped inside of you for the first time, or if it was the way he couldn't go more than a minute without reminding you that he loved you; but it made you feel that in all the time you had spent with him, nothing had ever felt as right as this. every experience, every beautiful moment you had shared together, everything felt like it was building up to this. the reciprocated love that you were sharing couldn't be compared to anything you had ever felt before.

when all was said and done, hanbin grabbed a blanket to cover your bodies instead of searching in the dim light of the tv for your clothes. his chest was warm and you loved the idea of laying against it, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

part of you expected things to feel different, and in a way they did, but this was the path that the two of you had chosen together. you believed that as long as he was beside you, you were on the right one. you believed in hanbin, and he believed in you, too.

[yunacoeur]

yellow tulips - sung hanbin

a/n: while i’m not hanbin biased, no one else felt right for this concept. also the day i stop doing college aus is the day i die so i’m sorry!! thank u for being here <33

word count: 4k

zb1 | sung hanbin, fluff, then angst, then fluffy ending, college au, bet au (‘i bet you can’t make him fall in love with you’ kinda concept), reader is a meanie, hanbin did nothing wrong, tw: calculus 

–

it’s weird to use the term ‘heartbreaker’ post-high school because it felt like such a childish term. a heartbreaker is normally some 16-year-old who doesn’t know how to treat others and cheats on their partners, acting like it’s cool to be a dickhead. in the best case scenarios, people grow out of being players and move on with their lives. 

this wasn’t the best case scenario. “something about him just makes me so mad, you know?” you whine to your friends. you say, “he’s so arrogant and full of himself. he thinks he’s all that. he’s such a narcissist.” you think about all the little things that set you off about sung hanbin. his attitude. his audacity. his stupidly attractive voice. everything about him just pisses you off, but he’s just so naturally likable that no one else seems to share your opinion. 

and that’s what sucks. sung hanbin is a heartbreaker. the amount of people who have their horror stories of falling for hanbin, him leading them on for a few weeks, and being cruelly rejected is astonishing. 

that leads you to tonight. a couple of buddies and a couple of drinks later and your friends think it’s the idea of the century to play truth or dare. you pick truth a couple of times, spill some inner secrets you don’t actually care about, but then your friends say you can only pick truth so many times before you have to pick dare. so you pick dare. and your friends give you something dumb and easy. text an ex that you miss them. 

but you’re a bit more daring than that, asking for something bigger and harder. maybe even a challenge. it’s probably the alcohol, but maybe it's also the competitive streak you can’t let go of. a friend suggests that you text hanbin, the sung hanbin, that you miss him, as if you guys knew each other (you’ve never talked to this man in your life).

another says that might not be enough to satisfy your requirements for ‘harder’, so they bump it up to ‘ask hanbin out on a date’. and the first one says, ‘well why stop there, might as well challenge them to make hanbin fall in love for real’. and they both look at you, you shrug (again the confidence probably being from the alcohol), and you tell them. 

“fine. lay out the conditions.”

“you have two months. no- one month. so until june 1st to get hanbin to confess his feelings for you,” one says, “and no trying to get him to go along with your challenge. he has to genuinely be confessing his feelings.”

“what’s my prize if i can do it?” you ask. might as well get something out of a task so difficult if you can pull it off.

“...bragging rights?” they say, and you suppose there’s no greater prize. 

your mission: make sung hanbin fall in love with you.

rules:

1. don’t fall in love with him.

2. once he admits to having feelings, immediately leave. don’t continue the mission any longer.

3. you have one month to do the impossible.

—

“i didn’t even know i had hanbin’s number in my phone if i’m real with you,” you tell your friend, “oh my god i have texted him before. and it was for calculus notes. what do i even say to him?”

your friend thinks for a second, “well, try to like subtly reintroduce yourself and ask him if he can help you study.”

“study what? calculus?” you raise an eyebrow. you had a nearly perfect grade in calc, and playing dumb did not seem like the move you wanted to make. 

“sure! say you haven’t gotten the last couple sets of notes and are really lost. he’ll take pity on you and help you! then you can be like ‘well i have to repay you for helping me so let me take you out for coffee’! it’s foolproof!” you friend comes up with excitedly. as dumb as the plan sounds, it might just work. it’s, at the very least, a way to get your foot in the door. 

you text him and ask him for help. he doesn’t respond right away, maybe 20 minutes later. he says sure, anything for a friend, with a smiley face. at least it won’t be insufferable to play dumb. besides, he already considers you a friend, so that’s a good start.

—

“can you tell me which sets of notes you missed?” he asks as you sit down in the library at one open table. 

“yeah, it must have been 4.4 and 4.5. i was in class today when we were doing 4.6 and i just feel so lost,” you say. you had to rip your previous notes out of your notebook and not take very good notes today, pretending to be lost even though it was very clear what was going on.

“that's okay! here, look at my notes, and i’ll walk you through some problems!” he says with a smile. despite his reputation, he’s really pleasant to talk to and interact with.

he helps you through the practice problems and basically reteaches you everything you already know. he’s very thorough in how he explains every little thing, and his manniserisms when teaching stick out cutely. he gets really excited when you (pretend to) finally get a concept and he makes cute and dramatic little faces at random points. even though all the content already made sense before, the way he explained it could have made sense to a toddler. that’s how knowledgable he presents himself. 

as you get through all the work, and it’s been about an hour and a half, it feels wrong to hold him here any longer, so you proceed with the line you had practiced in the bathroom mirror.

“hey, thank you so much again for helping me,” you tell him as he looks up at you. he makes the perfect amount of eye contact, too, not too much but enough to make you feel like you have all his attention. no wonder so many people fall for him.

he grins sweetly, “you don’t have to thank me!”

“but i really do want to pay you back for being so kind to me and helping me out. are you free to get coffee tomorrow? it’s on me,” you say, smiling back at him. he looks a little surprised, almost shocked for a second, before regaining his composure. 

“you don’t have to do that-”

“but i want to!”

“okay, okay! if you’re so insistent…” he chuckles, “i guess i can’t say no. but i will be ordering the most obnoxiously expensive drink on the menu.”

you laugh back at him, if not because he’s so clearly going to order the cheapest thing he can find. you bet he won’t have it in him to even ask for a medium, “my wallet can handle it,” you say.

he shakes his head fondly, “okay, moneybags. i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

—

“i think i just want a small iced americano,” he asks you as you’re the next ones up in line. you internally giggle because of course you were right. 

“really? thats the ‘obnoxiously expensive’ drink you were talking about?” you joke with him. all he does is laugh light-heartedly, like his soul is full of good intentions. there’s a little thought forming in the back of your head wondering if that’s really true, or if his reputation is only thus so because he was so good at fooling people. 

“i don’t really want anything else,” he says as he looks at the menu board. you decide not to fight him on it.

as you two go up to order, his iced americano and your drink as well, you get into a conversation with the barista about something small. something about the weather changing so fast and how hot it already is. before you even know it, the barista is telling you to have a good day and stay safe in the heat. you look down at the card reader to see it just says ‘welcome’ and you haven’t even paid yet. you look over at hanbin as he’s putting his wallet away, and it dawns on you.

“why did you do that? i was supposed to pay! for yesterday, remember?” you tell him, and he laughs in the most endearing way.

“i wanted to, is that so wrong?” he asks, and you scramble to tell him no, of course it’s not wrong, persay, but you wanted to as well, “well, if you want to pay next time, you have to beat me.”

next time, huh?

as you two wait for your coffees, and even after you get them, you just sit there, chatting with him about anything and everything. you tell him about your hobbies and passions, and he tells you about his love for dancing, showing you videos in his studio. he is an incredible dancer. he tells you his major and his carrer goals, and you tell him about your current job and where you’re trying to go in life. he tells you he wears glasses sometimes and you tell him your favorite flowers are yellow tulips.

and suddenly it felt like you knew sung hanbin. it was weird to see him in such a different light.

—

next time ended up turning into almost daily dates. coffee, tea, walks in the park, getting lunch, seeing movies, studying for calculus (you did better than him on the test, but you lied anyway), and going shopping. anything you wanted or needed to do, he was there to accompany you for. it was like having a buddy for anything life threw at you. weeks went by. you saw him, at the very least, every other day.

and somewhere along the line, at some unspecified point, or maybe just gradually, you forgot the mission was to make him fall in love with you. it was so much easier to just let him make you fall in love. 

which was the unintended, but foreseeable consequence of this kind of bet. looking back on it now, how you ever thought you could get him to have feelings for you without developing feelings for him was beyond dumb. he was nothing like his reputation, and you should have taken that as the red flag it was and escaped. 

he’s pretty and charming and polite and kind and nothing like the narcissist you thought he was. 

somewhere along the line, you fell for sung hanbin.

—

“hey, could we talk after class today?” he says, over the phone. he didn’t mean to call you so suddenly, but he knew there would be no way he didn’t chicken out if he didn’t call. 

“yeah, for sure. do you wanna meet up?” you ask him.

“yeah, in-person is better. thank you,” he says, “can you do 4? i’ll meet you outside the cafe if that’s good with you.”

“got it. i’ll see you then, bin,” you say, slipping in a nickname, knowing that makes his knees weak. it was so easy to make him flustered. you'd bet his ears were turning red at that moment.

—

when you meet up, he has flowers. the same flowers you told him you liked when you got coffee that first time. he remembered. maybe that day was the real first date, and he just didn’t really think about it like that until now. 

he looks at you like you’re the prettiest person in the world, beyond the beauty of anyone else. his eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling that same endearing smile and it’s like he’s a teenager in love again. he still feels so giddy. 

he starts, holding the flowers close to him, like he’s giving you a piece of his soul, “i just wanted to say that it’s been really nice getting to know you these past few weeks. i know that feels like such little time, but we’ve already spent so much time together that i feel like i already know you so well. i’m so endeared by all your little habits and your personality and everything about you.

“i… have feelings for you. and it’s okay if you’re not ready because it’s only been a short amount of time, or if you’re not into me at all, that’s also totally okay! i just wanted to tell you and, if you want, i’d like something serious with you.

“and these are for you,” he says as he holds the flowers, “they’re yellow tulips, just like what you told me you liked. they’re so pretty, just like you. and so delicate and beautiful and- sorry, i’m just rambling at this point,” he laughs at himself, “i know a lot of people think a certain way about me, and that’s okay. i’m not going around breaking hearts, i just… no one makes me feel like you do.”

it’s hard to respond in the moment, but it’s safe to say you forget the bet, the intentions, everything, and only think about your feelings.

so he responds for you, “oh my god, i just can’t stop talking about it, i just like you so much. it’s so nice to have off my chest,” he smiles, before looking at you with precious eyes, handing off the flowers to be in your care, “do you... feel something similar for me?” he asks, a little more confident before as you fondly gaze at him, it’s like reassurance.

and you just laugh, holding the yellow tulips, “yeah, i have something i want to say to you,” you smile as he smiles at what you say, and for just a second you’re two young lovers smiling happily with flowers and the sunset in the background. it’s so scenic.

“i like you too, hanbin.”

and, for one, brief moment, everything is perfect. 

—

and then it all comes crashing down. it’s the next day. you had hours of perfect happiness before someone had to open their mouth. 

“your friend told me,” he calls out to you in the hall, and you turn around to look at him, confused. your smile upon hearing his lovely voice fades. his face doesn’t have that usual brightness to it, like something was weighing on him. 

“hanbin? what’s wrong?”

“your friend, taerae, told me about me and you, that night that you played truth or dare,” he says. he doesn’t sound like rage, he sounds like suspicion. like he’s still debating in his head whether or not he wants to believe taerae. of course it had to be taerae to let it slip. the guilt would eat him alive. 

you didn’t even tell the rest of the friend group that he had confessed. you had only told taerae, and it was because you were excited about mutual feelings between you and hanbin, forgetting the bet for a second. taerae probably didn’t even do it intentionally, it must have just slipped. 

“what did he tell you?”

“no, don’t try to- just tell me… what happened that night. why did you text me? why did you ask me to get coffee? what was the reason for all of it?”

so you told him. he had the right to know. even if it ruined everything so fast. it had been merely hours, not even a full 24, before it came crashing down. it only hits you when you say it out loud how cruel of a bet it really was. 

“so you just-” he trails off, this incredulous look on his face. there’s so much tension in the air as it all hits him what’s been happening this whole time, “you manipulated me and tried to get close to me just so i’d get feelings for you? you’re telling me this was intentional?” his voice is getting shaky, and his hands are starting to tremble.

“yes, hanbin…i wanted to make you fall in love with me,” you say back, trying hard to remain calm. he’s searching your eyes for something you don’t know for sure is in there, “at the time, i didn’t have feelings for you. and, yes, i did it intentionally.”

“i don’t understand, even if i wronged you in some way, what would be the point?” he asks. it’s sad because hanbin had never wronged you. and he assumed he had.

“i-” you start, but he cuts you off. if this was a normal conversation, you’d be surprised that hanbin was doing something ‘rude’ like cutting someone off when speaking.

“was it a prank or something?” he asks, now you can really hear it in his voice. you can see it in his eyes now. he’s containing his feelings well giving the situation, but little flames of anger are poking through, “was that all i was?”

and then it hits you just how wrong it all was. hanbin was never out to get you, he was never rude, never condescending or narcissistic like you thought. his reputation as a player and a heartbreaker was a lie, a facade he never chose to maintain. all those people he rejected came onto him and he never once led them on. 

“that’s not how it is anymore, but if that's what you want me to admit to, then yes. it was a bet. i told my friends i could make you fall in love with me.”

he scoffs because it’s so unbelievable, but is silent a moment before speaking, “what does ‘anymore’ mean?” he asks.

and there it is. you might as well come clean, “i didn’t like you… back then,” you admit. it takes him a second to realize, “yeah. and so i stopped actively trying to make you fall in love. i just wanted to spend time with you.” there’s so many thoughts left out. i wanted to fall in love with you because you felt so safe. i wanted to fall in love with you because you never wanted anything from me, never asked me for anything but my time. i wanted to fall in love with you because i knew you were falling for the real, genuine me. not some act. something like that.

“ah, i see,” he says awkwardly. even in all the confusion and intense emotions, he’s still himself, “i think… i’ll need some time to think this all over. i hope you can understand.”

you nod, “yeah, of course. just… let me know when you’re ready. and i’m sorry, if it means anything. i didn’t mean for this to happen.”

and you have to let him walk away.

–

hanbin steps into the cafe with his friends right in front of him, them conversing about a new drama on netflix or the new music they’re liking lately. he’s answering when spoken to, but not adding much input of his own, kind of lost in his own world. 

he orders a small iced americano. part of him gears up to say the name of another drink, but he doesn’t even like that drink. he doesn’t know why it’s still on the tip of his tongue, like it’s muscle memory to say it.

he sits at the table with his friends, letting them drive the conversation while he stares out the window of the passenger seat. he has this revelation for the first time that, even as an extrovert, sometimes you can be the lonliest you’ve ever been while surrounded by people you love and care about. he normally feels good in the company of his friends, but there’s still that one person on his mind. he doesn’t give mind to the conversation his friends are having, excitedly chatting.

instead, he finds comfort in replaying the conversations he had with that person in his head. he thinks about all the pretty moments, like when he confessed. at least he can be grateful that moment wasn't ruined until later. he’d never been that happy in his entire life like when he heard them say they liked him too. 

and even though his brain still wants to harbor all this anger and sadness, his heart keeps going back to the yellow tulips, to the beautiful person that made his heart jump out of his chest.

and when there’s no one else to call, of course he came running back to you.

—

 it’s 2am, and he knew if anyone would come running, it would be you.

“i’m still really upset at you,” he murmurs, shivering as he takes a bite out of the gas station snack he picked out. maybe he was just lonely and it was 2am and he wouldn’t feel bad about using you to make himself feel better when you used him as a trophy. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it just to solve his existential loneliness. you were his first thought, and the only person he asked. he thinks it always had to be you.

he’s apologetic for having woken you up, especially when he sees how tired you look. if it would have consoled you at all, he would tell you how cute you looked right now, tiredly holding the drink (that he paid for. you haven’t even gotten one chance to pay this whole time you had gotten close to him, just too slow, he says). he doesn’t feel like it’s a good time, but you’ve never been this cute to him, and he’s starting to think he can get over what happened if you stay this cute a little while longer.

“i know. it’s okay, you should be,” you say back to him, sipping your slushee with a frown, “i missed you, bin.”

and that’s when he cracks. he missed you too.

“can you come here?” he asks, and you perk your head up, coming closer to him, assuming maybe he wants to tell you something in private (but away from the poor 7/11 worker? who else is around?).

he has nothing to say, though. instead, he pulls you closer and holds you against him, hugging you tightly. your head rests on his shoulder as he adjusts his grip, “i’m still mad.” he says again. you tug on his jacket as your arms wrap around his waist.

because it’s not like you were still faking it. you know it, and he can tell. your smiles are honest and your laughs are genuine. he’s sure that you have genuine feelings for him. so maybe he can look past being played if you’re always this cute. 

“i’m sorry,” you say. he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, acting cute so he’ll forgive you quickly. it might be working.

he chuckles, and you feel the vibrations from his chest, “i know. just give me some time to get over it. i still like you, whether or not you’re a meanie.”

—

and somewhere out there, taerae is blowing up your phone, frantically apologizing for letting the truth slip to hanbin. scratch whatever happened before, that guilt would have eaten taerae alive. you’ll tell him it’s okay in the morning.

it was supposed to happen anyway, it’s not like you were gonna hold in the truth forever. maybe you should have just offered to text your ex that you miss them that one night with your friends, but then you never would have met hanbin. 

not literally, you met him months ago. you would see him in class and pass by him on campus, you’d give him a polite smile and he’d do the same, and you’d remember his existence even after you graduated as the ‘heartbreaker’, but you never would have gotten the chance to really see him. to watch the way his cheek dimples came out when he laughed, or to understand just how giving and selfless he was.

you never would have had the chance to see his soul laid out amongst the yellow tulips just for you.

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