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spotify crush. l.riwoo

09. basic carnival date word count ; 598

notes — school has been SO stressful, but its finally over🥹 i wanna work on stupid cupid and this so much more💗 im sorry!! ive also been really burnt out but i hope i can get some things put for you guys🙁💔 *not proofread!*

the train ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. he sat beside you, the two of you sharing wired earphones, listening to your shared playlist that kept growing. you watched the city blur past the window, stealing glances every time he shifted slightly closer.

the two of you walked together, mindlessly chatting about nothing. suddenly, your world was filled with darkness.

“riwoo?” you said, startled, but he just laughed. “it's not funny, i almost pissed myself!” you whined, but he just laugh louder.

after a few minutes of walking, he finally took his hands from over your eyes, the light from the sun blinding you.

looking up, your jaw dropped. "lotte world?!" you looked at him in astonishment. he grinned smugly, "i know, im so amazing." he joked. you rolled your eyes at him "let's go change!" you smiled, pulling him inside the park to the uniform rentals.

you’d never seen someone look so awkward holding a pair of fuzzy bear ears before. “here,” riwoo started, “for you.” he held out the headband like a peace offering.

you blinked and him, then looked at he headband. ”you sure came prepared.” you laughed, taking the headband and putting on your head. "what can i say? im good at what i do."

"remind me to not feed your ego.. anyway, lets go!" you smiled brightly.

you looked around the park. your eyes locked into something and you chuckled, thinking of a perfect revenge plan.

"let's go there!" you pointed at a haunted house. riwoo laughed nervously then scoffed jokingly. "i don't scare easy." he smirked.

he may or may not have screamed.

later, the two of you stood side by side, the park looking even more beautiful at night.

riwoo offered you the last bite of his donut. you blinked up at him in shock, "are you sure? i know how much you like them.."

"i'm sure," he started, "if i wasnt i wouldn't have offered." he gave a comforting smile. you delayed for a bit before taking the bite, his smile almost tripled in size.

"let's go on one last ride." riwoo spoke up, eyes already fixated on where he wanted to go. "they day went by so fast, it was fun tho!" you said sadly. riwoo hummed in agreement

the two of you sat on a large ferris wheel, the lights glowing around the two of you as you slowly went up. riwoo looked at you then spoke;

"do you ever think of us?" you turned your head to look at him, "i mean us, us." he clarified. your stomach flipped. "as in.." you started, but he continued, "like the idea of us, if we were.. something."

"you mean, if we were.. dating?" you pushed. riwoo nodded, eyes everywhere but you. "i think about it," you said, voice soft "more than i should." this got his attention, his eyes went wide, like he never expected you to say that.

"really?" he asked, you chuckled "you kinda make it hard not to." you looked away in partial embarrassment and nervousness.

"do you want to make this something?" he asked slowly, gauging your reaction. "huh?" you asked dumbly.

"name, will you be my girlfriend?" your heart stuttered, and your mouth moved quicker than your mind.

"yes." you blinked then cleared your throat, "yes, riwoo. i would love to." you smiled at him, he gently grabbed your cheek, as you both leaned in, the two of you were at the bottom of the ride, looking into the eyes of the underpaid employee. the two of you laughed while exiting the ride hand in hand.

an 2 — i think im sooooo funny 🤭 anyway, im so sorry for this lackluster chapter🥹i have so many goodies in the works i swearr

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exams are done🥹 ive graduated, life is GOOD

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GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS BABEE IK YOULL DO SO WELLL MWAH

but fr tho don't stress, stay calm and revise rlly well (idk if that's good advice tbh but it works for me?)

TY MLL🥹🥹💖 my last one is tomorrow so thank you for the support 💗 i promise ill have some good updates for you soon.

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exam season is killing me guys.. trust ill have something soon🥹🙏

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જ⁀➴ stupid cupid ! myung jaehyun ! profiles — zicos cupids (pls dont fire us)

STUPID CUPID... Myung Jaehyun, a cupid in training, finds his way on earth due to his teachers orders. What happens when he clumsily makes a few mistakes that lead him to fall in love with you?

• jaehyun , 20 , cupid in training , somehow got appointed as the leader of their training group despite being one of the most clumsy , he always gets his weekly quotas (be it an hour before its due) , always dreamrd of going down to earth , hes genuinely so sweet tho and hes funny asf so score for yn

• sungho , 21 , hes the most down to earth nicest person ever but hes also fake asf and has beef with you fir no reason , hes the biggest teachers pet like he gets his quotas done day one AND does extra , always making sure his friends are taken care of (if theyre happy, hes happy)

• riwoo , 21 , most unserious mf ever , hes always cracking jokes even when youre not supposed to be laughing , always stealing someones snack lime get OUT

• taesan , its kinda scary how viral he goes without trying , his ass goes to your school ONCE. and everyone knows him , hes such a cutie even tho hes bever talking , hes always teasing someone

• leehan , 19 , lowkey weird asf but in a cute way , he'll randomly bud into a conversation with something random like; "do you think worms have souls" and everyone runs with it , he gives the best but worst advice ever and it always works??

• woonhak , 18 , cutest mf alive , but hes also rude af😭 , if you let him near your room just just make sure to check his bags cuz hes always taking SOMETHING , hes lowk kinda annoying to eveyone , hes so nice to u tho so thats a score , also #1 jaeyn truther🙂‍↕️

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જ⁀➴ stupid cupid ! myung jaehyun ! profiles — cherry slush club

STUPID CUPID... Myung Jaehyun, a cupid in training, finds his way on earth due to his teachers orders. What happens when he clumsily makes a few mistakes that lead him to fall in love with you?

• yn , 19 , enrolled in SOPA for performance arts. lives with daniela, ningning and giselle , so done with jaehyuns shenanigans 😭 goes viral every now and then for her dance covers

• daniela , 19 , enrolled in SOPA for preformace arts , went viral for being recognized from AGT, yns #1 hypewoman 🥹 she's actually so funny like u piss urself every time she talks

• giselle , 20 , enrolled in SOPA for media arts , shes genuinely the queen of pink if you get her anything else well.. shes such a fun person to hand around like youll always have the time of ur life, shes is sunoos OPP they are always fighting no matter where☠️

• sunoo , 19 , enrolled in SOPA for media arts , famous af??? hes everyones fave vlogger , CEO of the sassy man apocalypse , hes so mean hut he'll also tell you the truth if youre a bit too delusional..

• ningning , 18 , not enrolled in SOPA but lives with the girls, she got the sassy plague and has not grown out of it , she's genuinely the most down to earth nicest person tho , ask her for something and she has it for you the next day

• jake , 21 , enrolled in SOPA for performance arts , hes so nice? like you'd never think he was sunoos childhood friend , he always gives the best advice and knows just how to cheer you up , yns #1 wingman

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hehe ill cook something up for u guys, if i do make one would u want a tag? 🤭👀

cherry slushies . k. woonhak

synopsis — you needed the money, he needed the distraction. neither of you expected ti meet someone who'd turn a summer into something you'd remember forever.

pairing: trainee!woonhak x part-time worker!reader

genre: one-shot, comedy, almost lovers, slight angst

warnings: none!

wc; 1.25k

notes — this is my first ever post! pls lmk what i can improve on, and what you liked!🩷

The 'NOW HIRING' sign had been crooked when you first found it—half hanging off the glass door of the neighborhood convenience store, mostly-faded and barely legible.

Still, it was close, the pay was.. fine, and the manager didn’t ask too many questions. So, like any smart person; you took it.

By day three, you’d mastered the register, memorized the aisle layouts, and stopped noticing the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.

You were restocking cup ramen when you heard the jingle of the doorbell. “Hi,” a voice said, bright, and just a little out of breath. “I’m here for the part-time shift?” The boy said with uncertainty.

You turned, and there he was. A boy with soft brown eyes, a little messy from the wind, holding a poorly written name tag in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other. He looked.. effortlessly comfortable. Like he’d never rushed a day in his life.

The manager waved him in from behind the counter. “Perfect timing. You’ll be working the evening shift with name.” You blinked. “Sorry, what?” The boy turned to you with a cheeky grin. “Guess we’re coworkers now.”

You frowned. “You’re late.”

He took a bite of his banana, unfazed. “I’m early for tomorrow.”

You scoffed lightly and rolled your eyes. He just laughed and stuck out a hand which you reluctantly shook. “I’m Woonhak.”

Despite the rocky start, the shift passed quicker than usual.

By the second week, you stopped keeping count of Woonhak’s mistakes. He was the chaos to your calm, and you collided perfectly.

He stacked the gum in rainbow order, something about “aesthetics,” he said, and gave kids free candies without asking. You should’ve been annoyed, but the truth was, the store felt less like a job and more like.. something else when he was around.

He started walking closer to you, shoulder brushing yours when you both squeezed into the narrow storage room. His hands brushed against yours when you restocked the shelves. He learned your snack preferences, your playlist, your favourite TV shows.

And he remembered all of it.

As you flipped the sign ‘closed’ Woonhak came up behind you, two slushies leftover from the last batch. You looked into the cup. Cherry, your favourite.

“One for you,” he started, handing you the cup with noticeably less in it, “and one for your favourite coworker.” he grinned.

You pursed your lips, “I don’t have a favourite.” You said lowly, taking the cup anyway. You sat on the curb, slushies in hand sitting side by side. “You know, I think this is gonna be a great summer.

You looked at him, the way the glow of the sunset highlighted his features. The way his dopey smile never wavered.

Something told you he might be right.

You didn’t know when it started, not that you cared, you just hoped that it never ended. You’d both work the evening shift, then sit on the curb afterward with cherry slushies, watching the sky melt into navy.

And slowly, things shifted.

It became a routine:

Work. Slushies. Talks. Repeat.

Sometimes, he’d bring his sketchbook. He wasn’t great at drawing, but he’d sit beside you on the curb, legs stretched out, sketching the scene regardless.

“What’re you drawing?” you asked, sipping your slushie. “The store,” he said, then paused. “And whatever’s sitting next to it.”

You blinked. “You mean me?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

You didn’t push him. But after that, you started noticing the way he looked at you when you weren’t looking.

Like he was memorizing.

The first time someone asked if you and Woonhak were dating, you choked on the air.

You were doing your usual late-night slushie talks. Mrs. Lee, the old lady down the street walked towards the store and smiled. “What a lovely pair you two are. Are you two together, name?”

Woonhak just grinned. “She wishes.” Ms. Lee laughed and waved the two of you off.

You smacked his arm, but your face felt hot for the rest of the shift.

In the middle of July, the old air-con finally gave out, and Woonhak convinced the two of you to finish early and sit outside.

Your signature slushies in hand, you sipped quietly, this time, with a noticible heavyness in the air.

“You okay? You’re quieter than normal.” He teased, but you just gave a sad smile. You looked at him with sad eyes, “I talked to Manager-nim today, he said you’re leaving soon.” You started, noticing the way his face changed.

“He said that it’s not a ‘maybe’ anymore, and that its serious this time.” He looked down, not trusting himself to look at you.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, they called me back. I’ll be debuting soon.” He looked at you.

“Were you not gonna tell me? Were you just gonna leave?” You suddenly said. “I was, I just didn’t trust myself not to mess anything up. Please, don’t be mad, name.”

You shook your head, “I’m not, I just wanted to pretend. Pretend that for just for a little longer you’d stay, just for my selfish reasons.”

He didn’t answer. So you spoke, for the both of you.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. You’ve been wanting this.”

“But I still want this.”

You looked at him, but he didn’t meet your gaze.

“But?” You pushed.

“I didn’t expect to meet you.” You blinked. It’s like the world went still. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He laughed bitterly, “Of all the summers, and the dumb jobs, why’d it have to be this one.”

There was a thick silence between the two of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You asked. “What would it have changed?”

“It would’ve made me not get attached.”

This time, nobody said anything. The words seemed to have said it all. Lingering bitterly in the air.

Woonhak’s last day came all too soon.

He didn’t joke as much. He stocked the shelves normally, cleaned the washrooms without complaint, and put the gum in it’s normal places.

You pretened you didn’t notice. That you didn’t care. But you could only fool yourself so much.

You locked the doors, and flipped the sign ‘closed.’ And there he was. Two cherry slushies, one filled larger than the other, per usual.

He gave you the bigger one this time.

“That's new.” You mumbled, taking a seat on you usual spot on the curb.

“You always finish yours before me." he started, "Thought I’d be nice today.” He joked lightly.

For a long time, the two of you were quiet. Silently sipping your drinks as your shoulders touched every now and then.

He suddenly spoke up, breaking the thick silence. “I wanted to stay,” he started, “I still want to.” He clarified.

“But you wont.” Woonhak nodded in agreeance, “I can’t.”

You licked your lips.

“Then go.” You spoke in a whisper, like it hurt to talk any higher.

He grabbed your hand, shakily, but still, nonetheless. He leaned forward, resting his forhead against yours. “I’m scared I’ll forget what this feels like.” He confessed. “I wont let you.” You chuckled softly.

He pulled back, too soon in your opinion.

He stared at you, and you stared back. There were so many unspoken words, one that you could’ve replied to, yet all he did was smile.

“I’ll see you soon, name.” He said, standing up as he grabbed his backpack. He didn’t wait for a reply, he couldn’t.

The next shift, you found a sticky note on a packet of candy you loved.

“Thanks for the summer. —W”

— note; how was it?🥹 my babies r so cute, i rlly wanna write a pt2 but idk.. dont forget to like, reblog and leave a comment! 🩷

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spotify crush. l. riwoo

08. ttyl (riwoo ver)

contains; suggestive jokes (its literally one)

note— another update cuz i feel bad for that week no upload🥹 maybe keep your eyes peeled?? question mark??? 👀👀

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જ⁀➴ stupid cupid ! myung jaehyun

STUPID CUPID... Myung Jaehyun, a cupid in training, finds his way on earth due to his teachers orders. What happens when he clumsily makes a few mistakes that lead him to fall in love with you?

Starring ! boynextdoor ! aespa's ningning & giselle ! katseye's daniela ! ehypen's sunoo & jake

Contents + Genre ! fluff crack half smau fem!reader romance angst(?) ! swearing kms/kys jokes (more to be added!)

TAGLIST... comment to be added !

PROFILES... cherry slush club | zicos cupids (dont fire us)

RELEASING... late june/early july

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spotify crush. l. riwoo

07. its go time

wc; 1.02k

note— it feels like its been a year since i updated, IM SORRY😭🙏

writing under the pics!

"thanks for this, moka." you give her a soft smile, to which she returns, "of course, ynie, anything for you." she gave you a side hug.

"oh! i have something for you, lemme run to the car quickly!" moka suddenly said, standing up and running towards the parking lot. you couldn't even get a chance to say anything before she rushed off.

you looked off into the distance, you would check your phone, but moka said something about "getting away from devices" so you sat in silence that was sometimes accompanied by the sounds of water.

grass crunched behind your as someone walked up. "finally moka, i was so bored-" the eords died in your mouth as you looked behind you, not to see moka, but riwoo.

"wait, you're not moka." you sat up, brows furrowed. riwoo touched his face "hm, doesn't seem so." he joked. you gave him a look and scoffed.

"very funny, sanghyuk." he frowned, "you're still going on with that?" you looked at him, "i told you already. riwoo is for people you actually like. so i did you a favour."

he sat on the blanket. "name, let me explain, okay?" you opened your mouth to retort, but he beat you to it, "just listen, and decide after, okay?"

a few days prior, 8:20am

riwoo waited outside for taesan, since the two of them were supposed to study together. his headphones sat comfortably in his ears, yet they played nothing.

he heard his name being called, it sounded familiar, but it wasn't your voice, and it wasnt taesan either.

he didnt have enough time to figure out who it was before a body threw themselves onto him. he almost screamed.

"hi, hyukie!" the voice called out, his ryes adjusted to the face that was just inches away from his. "y-yesol?" he said, confused.

"oh you remember me, thats so awesome! well, who could forget me anyway." she crossed her arms smugly.

"so, what exactly are you doing here?" riwoo scratched his head. "im here for you, silly!" the confusion on riwoos face must've been evident, as she clarified. "i want us to get back together."

riwoo laughed. loud. once he realized she was serious, ge stopped. "you're serious..?" "why would i lie about that, hyukie?" he cringed at the nickname.

"look, yesol. i broke up with you years ago, and i moved on. you should too." it was kinda scary how fast her face changed in a second.

"name right? i always see you commenting on her posts." "you never changed, yesol." riwoo looked up and saw taesan making his way over. "dont talk to me again, and leave name alone."

she stomped off and riwoo walked to taesan. "what that who i thought it was?" taesan said, and riwoo just nodded.

the two of them leaned against a wall and spoke in hushed voices. "what does she want?" taesan asked, "what she always wants, to get back together."

taesan sighed and put a hand on his head, "are you going to? what about name?" "about yesol, i don't like her. shes creepy and clingy. and she found out about name too." riwoo chewed on his nail.

"what do you mean?" taesan asked, riwoo licked his lips before answering, "shes been stalking my account. she knows that i like name, which is probably why she came back."

“are you going to tell her?” taesan asked gently, eyes scanning riwoo's face like he already knew the answer.

riwoo shook his head, frustrated. “i don’t want to drag her into this.”

“but she is involved,” taesan said, his voice lower now, more serious. “yesol knows her name. she’s not going to stop here.”

riwoo sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. “i just.. i don’t want to scare her off. we’re not even anything, not officially. what if she thinks ive got crazy exes chasing her and decides it’s not worth it?”

taesan gave him a dry look. “she’s not like that. and you know it.”

riwoo didn’t respond for a second. his fingers were tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie, knuckles white. “she looked so mad when she said her name. like she already hated her, and they haven’t even met.”

taesan stayed quiet, letting the silence hang there until riwoo broke it again.

“i don’t want yesol anywhere near her,” riwoo finally said. “you deserve to be happy, hyung.”

riwoo blinked. taesan didn’t call him that often—not seriously, anyway.

“…you’re being weird.” "i’m being honest,” taesan shrugged, nudging his shoulder. “and if you don’t tell her soon, i will. she deserves to know what’s going on.”

after a long pause, riwoo muttered, “..i'll talk to her.”

“good,” taesan said. “because if you don’t, and yesol pulls something, it’s gonna be a lot worse.”

they stood there a while longer, letting the air settle. riwoo checked his phone, fingers hovering over your contact.

then he put it away. later. he just hoped that wasn’t too late.

currently.

"oh." thats all you could muster out. after hearing the full story, it was kinds embarrassing how quick you got mad at him.

"dont." riwoo said, and you looked at him confused, "dont beat yourself up about something you couldn't have known."

"you're right, i just wish i listened to you." "well you did now, so thats a step up." you nodded and the two of you sat in a calm silence, before you sat uo straight, staring riwoo.

"wait, so did you and moka set up this whole thing?" he nodded. "yunjin, sungho and beomgyu too."

"no way.. i thought it was weird moka invited me out, but i didnt think much of it." you chuckled.

"hey, name?" you looked at him. "can i take you out on a date?" you almost choked. "pardon?" "well i mean, this picnic wasn't my idea. i'd rather have out first official date be something i chose first you."

you just laughed at him. "of course, riwoo." "oh finally, i'm out if sanghyuk jail." he put his palms together towards the sky as if he was praying. "you're so extra" you scoffed jokingly, but you smiled anyway.

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Okay hear me out college au taesan who goes to school for music and gets partnered of with reader to make their own song. Like he’s a little shy and introverted but then sees readers passion for music that he falls for her and it like he’s continuously only able to come of with lyrics for a love song as they get to know other more. He tries to hide it but seeing someone LVOE music like him gets him down bad and there’s a huge confession from being jealous but it’s like poetic and just cutsey

Omg sorry this is so much:’)

between the lines. k. woonhak

pairing: musicmajor!taesan x musicmajor!reader

genre: oneshot, romance

wordcount: 1.705k

notes — nothing is ever too much this is so cute i hope its what you wanted🥹💗

taesan didnt do well with group projects. he liked quiet, and group work was the opposite.

so when he heard this project worth most if his mark was a group project, being mad would be an understatement.

the professor clapped his hands, gaining the attention of the students who chatted excitedly. "this final project will be a composition between you and your partner. pairing are on the screen. also, you get extra marks if you preform the song at the end of the year festival."

you blinked at the screen then looked around, han dongmin, who didn't know him? he was known for his amazing composing skills.

you walked towards him after finding him through the chaos of the class. "han dongmin right? im name." you gave a smile and a small nod.

"right, it's nice to meet you."

you met in the music room the next day. taesan brought his guitar, and you brought your mini keyboard.

"so what vibe are we thinking" you asked, glancing at him. "mh, i'm not sure. i tend to give for more mellow vibes."

"let's find a middle. we can find something together." you smiled.

we. he liked the sound of that

he strummed random strings, trying to find the right melody. "wait! play that again." you looked up with stars in your eyes. he raised an eyebrow but nevertheless played it.

you clapped like you win the lottery and write something down and then hummed a melody, whispered some lyrics, and thats when taesan knew it,

he was done for.

a few weeks later, taesan was stumped. the project was going good—great if anything. but he kept writing lines, and they started to look familiar, like they were about you.

"i met a girl with stars behind her eyes she sings like she’s chasing the sky and i can’t write a song that doesn’t sound like loving her"

he couldn’t use them. obviously.

but every time you laughed over a dumb harmony or leaned in to fix his timing, he felt another lyric bloom in his chest.

you weren’t even doing anything. you were just.. being passionate. earnest. alive with music.

and taesan was absolutely, totally down bad.

taesan wasnt the jealous type. if anything, seeing other people get stuff is motivation for him to keep pushing.

but today was different. but it started like any other;

you sprawled on the floor, notebook hovering over your face as your tongue poked out of your mouth in focus

he smiled before you even saw him.

“morning,” you chirped. “i brought snacks.”

he sat beside you, accepted a pouch of dried mango you offered, and began tuning his guitar while you rambled about tempo and bridge transitions.

you both knew the demo deadline was coming up. but still, there was no rush. you liked to linger.

until the knock.

the door swung open mid-harmony. taesan’s fingers stilled on the strings.

“hey,” said minho, leaning against the frame like he owned the building. “heard you were in here, name”

you brightened. “hey! what are you doing on this floor?”

“jazz room got booked, thought i’d come snoop. that song you played last showcase, it was sick. you working on something new?”

“actually, yeah. this duet project with taesan,” you said, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

minho glanced over, boredly, and nodded once. “cool. you guys sound good.”

taesan managed a small, polite smile.

“wanna hang sometime?” minhi added. “i've got this beat that i need help on.”

you laughed, warm and casual. “sure, i'm down. text me?”

“bet.”

and just as quick as he came, he was gone, but the air didn’t go back to normal.

not for taesan.

he strummed a few bars quietly, but his thoughts were racing ahead of his fingers.

he knew it was stupid.

he knew you weren’t his. that you could hang out with anyone. that minho wasn’t doing anything wrong.

but something about the way your smile lingered. the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you said “text me” like it was nothing.

taesan wasn’t used to jealousy. it didn’t sit neatly inside him. it scratched.

“you okay?” you asked after a few minutes, when he missed a beat for the third time.

“yeah.”

“you’re playing faster.”

he paused. “sorry.” you tilted your head. “wanna take a break?”

“no,” he said too quickly. “i’m fine.”

but you weren’t convinced. you set your laptop down, fully turned toward him.

“did i do something?”

taesan’s head snapped up. “what? no, why would you think that?”

“you’re… closed off today.” your voice was quiet. he winced. “It’s not you.” you were silent for a beat. then you said, gently, “then what is it?”

he hated how visible he must’ve looked, but he couldn’t lie, either, not when you asked like that.

"it's stupid." he shrugged it off. "dongmin, nothing is ever stupid, trust me." you spoke, putting a hand over his.

he sighed and spoke, almost too softly “sometimes i think i care more than i’m supposed to.”

You blinked. “about the project?”

“no,” he said, “i don’t know how to explain it. i hear your voice in my sleep. i see your lyrics in my head before i fall asleep. and every time you talk about music like it’s your first love, I just, I want to be part of that. not because of the project. not even because of the music.”

you were staring now. carefully, like he was a puzzle unraveling right in front of you.

taesan looked down, thumb tapping anxiously on his guitar’s body.

“i guess it messed me up a little,” he muttered, “hearing you say yes to minho. like your writing just belonged anywhere. like, it didn’t mean anything special here.”

the silence that followed was weighted, heavy with realization.

you stood up, walked over, and sat down beside him.

“i said yes because i like music,” you said. “but i never said i liked writing with him. when I write with you,” you said, “it feels like the song already knows us.”

and taesan, he didn’t say anything.

he just nodded. held your words in his chest like the ending of a song he hadn’t dared to write yet.

and this time, when he played the next chord it rang clear

"also, call me taesan, okay?" you smiled brightly and nodded at him.

the campus had never looked like this before.

string lights draped across trees. a makeshift stage stood at the far end of the lawn, speakers crackling with nervous energy.

seniors milled around in denim jackets and club hoodies, eyes lit with relief and bittersweet excitement.

you stood behind the curtain with taesan, nerves curling inside your stomach.

the two of you were up next. your original duet. final project. last performance of the year.

and somehow, your last moment to say everything that had been left unsaid.

“you okay?” you asked quietly, adjusting your mic.

taesan nodded, then stopped. “kind of.”

you smiled. “same.”

but then you noticed him looking past you.

you turned, and saw minho, standing off to the side near the sound table, chatting with some other jazz majors.

his eyes flicked briefly to you, and he sent you a casual thumbs-up.

you returned a polite smile. it wasn’t a big deal.

but when you looked back, taesan was already turning away.

you reached out before you could stop yourself, your fingers brushing his sleeve.

“hey.”

he looked at you. something in his eyes felt a little further away than usual.

you lowered your voice. “you're going quiet again."

“i'm fine.”

“that's not what I asked.”

he hesitated.

“do you think i'm forgettable?” you blinked "what?”

“in a room like this,” he continued, gesturing at the stage, the crowd, the buzz of competition, “with everyone chasing the next big thing, do you think i'd stand out to you if we hadn’t been paired up?”

you stared at him. “taesan…” but the emcee called your names. you swallowed the lump in your throat and you stepped onstage together.

the lights were warm.

the lawn had gone still.

and when the intro chords began, the ones you’d spent weeks layering, reworking, shaping like clay, taesan kept his eyes down.

you sang the first verse.

and when he joined you in harmony, it felt different.

like he wasn’t singing with you anymore. like he was singing to you.

then the bridge came.

the part that was never in the original. the part he added at the very last minute. he hadn’t shown you the new lyrics. he just said “trust me.”

and now, in front of everyone, his voice broke the quiet:

“i wrote you in metaphors and hid you in rhymes but no lyric fits right if you’re not between the lines”

you froze, but continued to play the keys.

“you were a chorus before i could name you a melody i was too scared to keep but i memorized your voice like scripture and dreamt of you in every beat.”

you turned to him, fully now.

he looked at you finally and everything that had been simmering for the past few months poured out through his eyes.

“this song was always about you.”

gasps echoed in the audience. but all you could hear was your own heartbeat.

he walked towards you, the background music playing and you stared at him.

and before either of you could overthink it, you closed the space between you and kissed him.

right there on stage. amid the applause, the lights, and the hum of your shared harmony still echoing in the air.

after the stage cleared and the festival turned to night, you and taesan sat beneath one of the trees with his guitar resting between you.

“i cant believe you really rewrote the bridge and didn’t show me,” you teased.

“i was hoping u wouldn’t chicken out,” he said. “i almost did.”

you leaned on his shoulder. “it was the best line you’ve ever written.”

“i meant every word.”

“i know.”

and in the distance, crowds chatting loudly amongst themselves, but it was just noise now.

because the noise that mattered was still playing, quiet and finished , in both your hearts.

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little idea but what if woonhak and reader have a lot in common and yk theyve been together for a while and suddenly they both finally are comfortable with each others bareface yk like no makeup and he realizes that reader has EXTREMELY thin eyebrows like him?? and then hes even clingier than usual and just keeps on telling reader how beautiful they are and its so cute and lovely THANK YEEEWW😛😛😛

browmates. k. woonhak

pairing: idol!woonhak x gn!reader

genre: oneshot, fluff, crack

wordcount: 795

notes — yall are tewww silly😭 i was cheesing the whole time writing this🥹🤭💗 not proofread!

you and woonhak had been dating for eight months now.

which technically meant like 8 years, but who was really counting?

you've cried in front if eachother after watching gut-wrenching dramas, he’s facetimed you from the bathroom while brushing his teeth.

you've had a full argument over the ethics of pineapple on pizza. (which ended in a draw and a half-and-half order.)

but today?

today was a new level of intimacy.

today was the day you both went fully barefaced for the first time. and not like, “i just took my eyeliner off but I’m still wearing tinted lip balm and concealer” barefaced.

not even that

eyebrows wiped. skin glowing.

you had gone over to woonhaks after swearing his members werent there.

you loved them! but sometimes they were a bit much.

plus, woonhak got jealous everytime you hung out with them more

you thought, 'hey, if he’s doing it, should too.'

so you washed off your face. every last speck of product. and you walked out of the bathroom.

woonhak laid comfortable on his bed, legs sprawled everywhere, he looked up at tou and stopped mid chew.

a pause.

a blink.

then came the noise

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—” woonhak shrieked, nearly dropping the can of pringles he was holding like it had burned him.

you screamed as he frightened you. "what? what happened?!" you looked around, but he never answered.

"ugh, do i have toothpaste on my shirt again?" “no.” he pointed a dramatic, trembling finger. “your eyebrows.”

you frowned. "what about them?"

“they’re..” he gasped, looking genuinely shaken, “they’re so THIN.”

"hey- so are yours!" you pointed an accusing finger at his face. "exactly!" he snapped, startling you.

“we’re brow twins. browmates!”

you blinked at him. “you’re being weird." you pouted, walking towards the bed, but he stopped you.

“no. no, i'm being right. look at this!” he dragged you to the bathroom mirror, the two of you standing side by side under the harsh light.

and sure enough.

your eyebrows. his eyebrows.

two barely visible, innocent little commas.

like twin baby slugs. delicate. soft. faint.

woonhak turned to you with wide eyes and a dopey smile. “wah- i can’t believe this. all this time.. i thought i was the only one.”

“you’re acting like this is some kind of secret cult,” you said, deadpan.

“it is. and you’re my co-leader now,” he sniffled. “you understand me on a deeper level than anyone else ever could.”

you let your forehead thunk gently against his chest. “woonhak…”

but he was already on one knee.

“please,” he said, clasping your hands, “say you’ll do couples eyebrow tinting with me. we could be… visible. together.”

you laughed so hard you snorted. “you’re ridiculous.”

he tugged you down onto the bathroom floor, hugging you tight around the waist like a koala.

“i’m serious,” he mumbled against your shirt. “you’re so beautiful. even more beautiful now. i love you.”

“you love my eyebrows.”

“i love all of you,” he said, eyes twinkling. “even the microscopic parts.”

you squished his cheeks. “you’re clingier than usual today.”

“because now i know your deepest secret,” he said solemnly. “now i must protect you. and our microscopic brows. forever.”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled, threading your fingers through his damp hair.

“you’re lucky i love you,” you whispered.

he beamed. “lucky? babe, i'm blessed.”

and then he kissed you on the forehead right between the brows like it was the holiest of rituals.

the two of you walked back to his room, just as the front door opened. jaehyun walked in wide-dyed and frantic. "i heard screaming from the lower dorm, is everything okay?"

there was a moment of silence. a long, heavy pause. as he started at the two of you

then jaehyun squinted.

“why do you both look like boiled eggs?”

you groaned. woonhak immediately covered your face with his hands like a scandalized victorian wife. “don't look! names shy.”

"hey! thats all you, mr.thin brow worshiper!"

jaehyun raised an eyebrow. a very thick one. “did y’all just wax or…”

“IT’S GENETIC,” Woonhak wailed.

“we just have delicate brows, leave us alone,” you muttered, snuggling into woonhak’s side.

jaehyun stifled a grin. “no, no, this is cute. very wholesome. two little eyebrow noodles in love.”

“i’m telling the boys” he laughrd, and vanished into the kitchen, probably grabbing some snacks since he was already upstairs.

you sighed, your face burning. “we’re never living this down.”

woonhak turned to you, eyes full of stars. “he can laugh all he wants. no one will understand our love. our struggle. our lack of visible facial expression.”

you snorted again.

“and besides,” he added, leaning in to kiss the center of your forehead, “you’re the most beautiful boiled egg I’ve ever seen.”

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spotify crush. l. riwoo

06. shes baaack

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so imagine just like an absolutely totally drenched in love riwoo confessing to you in the middle of a storm like a lot of rain because you were moving away the next day since he was like giving you mixed signals n u wanted to move on and he just gets on his knees hugs your waist and confesses everything hes ever felt for u THANK YEEWWW😛😛😛

one-way . l. riwoo

pairing: nonidol!riwoo x reader

genre: oneshot, angst, romance

word count: 1.01k

notes — oooh i love me some desperate men on their knees.. not proofread!

you've know riwoo your whole life, and for most of it, you've had a crush on him.

calling him aloof was an understatement.

the way his voice softened when he said your name, or the way he leaned in so close when you laughed.

you thought maybe, he liked you back.

you weren't subtle. you never had been. youd make playlists for the two of you, your hands would brush against each other ever so slightly, but he still said nothing.

and just when you started to let go, he'd do something to reel you in again.

you had finished you ballet lessons, you sighed as you walked out of the practice room. you spotted riwoo on the opposite wall holding your favourite drink.

you scoffed in amusement "do you do this for every girl?" you said, already putting the drink to your lips

"only for the ones i like." he said casually, walking down the hallway.

you saw him eyeing down a sweater while you were shopping together, so naturally, you bought it for him in secret.

"is this for me?" he asked in surprise as you presented him the gift. "yeah! i seen you eyeing it down the last time we were out." you smiled

"thanks yn, i don't know what i would do if i didnt have you as my best friend."

best friend.

it stung. its not like you haven't tried either. everytime you said 'i like you' he'd say 'thank you' and yet you stayed. why wouldn't you?

you told yourself he might be nervous, or maybe oblivious. or maybe hes waiting for the right time too. so you left it.

your suitcase sat in the middle of your room. mocking you as you stared at it.

you spent months— years chasing after someone who didnt like you back, and now you have a one way ticket to another city that didnt have you and riwoo spelt all over it.

it hurt, but it was a clean break.

he didnt know you were leaving. he didnt need to. because if he had feelings, he would've said something.

so why stay, why torture yourself?

you decided to take one last walk through the city before you left in the morning. its like the universe was laughing at you, because as soon as you stepped outside your apartment it started raining.

you thought of going back inside, but you went against it. maybe the rain would wash away the shame that you built up over the years. chasing after someone who brushed off your very obvious feelings towards them.

you stopped in the middle of a park. the rain jow pouring heavy. as if it symbolized the feelings in your heart.

you bowed your head down, your heart heavy with emotion.

that's when you heard it.

your name being called, accompanied by wet footsteps.

you heard it again, louder, closer.

it was riwoo.

and he looked panicked.

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked, and you stared at him in confusion.

he lifted up the train ticket that you thought you hid away.

"how did you find that.." your eyes widened. "it doesn't matter. you were just gonna leave without saying anything?" his voice grew louder.

"what difference would it have made?" he froze.

"you cant go. not yet." you blinked at him.

"excuse me?"

"i said you can't go yet."

you laughed at him, "so what, you can spend another day pretending that you care?" "i do care-"

“i was just your backup plan,” you continued, voice quieter but sharper now. “i was the person you called when everything else fell apart, and i let myself believe that meant something.”

“it did-”

“no, riwoo. not enough."

silence.

“i tried to move on,” you said softly. “i tried so many times. but every time i got close, you’d say something—do something and i’d think maybe. maybe this time.”

he looked at you like he was drowning.

“you had a so many chances to say something. i waited for you. i gave you every sign i could.” your voice broke. “i wasn’t asking you to like me back, i just wanted you to notice.”

“i did,” he said, barely above a whisper. “i noticed everything.”

“then why didn’t you say anything?!”

“i was scared!” his voice cracked. “you don’t get to say you were scared,” you said, your voice hardening. “you weren’t the one waiting.”

he continued: “i was scared of ruining what we had— what we have. scared i wasn’t enough. scared that if i said it out loud, you’d leave.”

you laughed bitterly. “and you didn’t say it. and i’m still leaving.”

something in him broke.

and then, without a word, he dropped to his knees in the middle of the park, water pooling around him.

your eyes widened, you were so startled you couldn't even speak.

his arms wrapped around your waist, and he pressed his forehead to your stomach like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

the sight made your breath hitch.

“i love you.”

you froze.

“i love you,” he repeated. “and i don’t care if i'm too late. i need you to know. even if you still leave. even if you never come back. you deserve the truth.”

you crouched down slowly, tears, or rain running down your cheeks, and cupped his face in your hands.

“you idiot,” you whispered.

his brows knit, rain dripping off his lashes.

“you were too late,” you said, leaning in. “but i waited. and somehow i still love you, too.”

he breathed out a breath he didnt know he was holding

his hands gripped your wrists, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I know,” you said.

and then he kissed you. it was messy and wet and desperate, full of apologies and all the things you both should have said sooner.

the rain didn’t stop.

but neither did you

it wasn’t perfect. it was cold and breathless. but it was real. it everything you’d been waiting for.

and waiting never felt so good before

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