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i was kicking my feet the entire time~! 🤭

Oddly Attractive | psh

pairing: collegestudent!sunghoon x reader

wc: 4k

It was just another ordinary day in the university café, where students gathered to kill time between classes. You sat at your usual spot near the window, sipping on your iced coffee, when your gaze naturally drifted toward him.

Park Sunghoon.

Dressed in his signature black hoodie, sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal his forearms, he leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets, casually chewing gum. The way his jaw moved, sharp angles catching the light, made him look effortlessly cool. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his expression was unreadable—calm, detached, but somehow mesmerizing.

You weren’t exactly staring (at least, that’s what you told yourself). It was just… hard not to look.

The problem? Sunghoon noticed.

Mid-chew, he suddenly turned his head, locking eyes with you. Your heart stuttered in your chest, and your eyes went comically wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh no.

Your first instinct was to look away, but your brain short-circuited, and instead, you just… froze. Mouth slightly parted, coffee straw still between your lips, blinking at him like a clueless little bunny.

And to your horror, instead of looking away, Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, amused. One corner of his lips quirked up as if he had caught onto something interesting. He bit down on his gum, still chewing, eyes scanning you with a flicker of curiosity.

Then—pop.

He blew a bubble and let it burst, the sound snapping you out of your trance. Embarrassed, you quickly buried your face in your cup, pretending to be deeply invested in your drink.

But Sunghoon? He chuckled. Low and barely audible, but enough to make your stomach flip.

When he turned back to his friend, resuming his casual stance, you swore you saw him sneak one last glance at you.

And just like that, you became interesting to him.

For the next few minutes, you sat there, desperately trying to recover from the absolute mortification of being caught staring. You even pulled out your phone, pretending to scroll, but your mind was a mess.

Did he actually smirk at you? Did he laugh? Oh god, did you just make a fool of yourself?

Stealing a cautious glance, you noticed that Sunghoon was still leaning against the counter, casually listening to his friend talk, but every now and then, his gaze flickered in your direction. Not obvious, not lingering—but definitely there.

What does this mean?

You weren’t exactly the type to catch the attention of someone like him. Sunghoon had this untouchable aura—cool, effortlessly attractive, the kind of guy people naturally gravitated toward. Meanwhile, you were just… you. A little on the cutesy side, sometimes clumsy, the type of person who got flustered way too easily (as proven just now).

Yet, for some reason, he seemed amused by you.

The café started to get crowded, and Sunghoon finally pushed himself off the counter, lazily stretching before shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. Just when you thought your little moment had ended, he began walking—right in your direction.

Panic set in.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Should you look at him? Pretend not to notice? Hide under the table?!

But before you could decide, he was already passing by your table. And then—

"You daydream a lot, huh?"

His voice was smooth, laced with teasing, and you barely had time to register what he said before he walked past, disappearing through the café doors.

You sat there, stunned.

Sunghoon had just spoken to you.

Not only that—he had teased you.

And judging by the smirk in his voice, he definitely found you interesting.

For a good ten seconds, you just sat there, brain short-circuiting.

Did that really just happen?

Sunghoon—the Park Sunghoon—had noticed you. Talked to you. And not just in a passing, polite way, but in a way that suggested he saw you. That he had been paying attention.

Your fingers gripped your iced coffee tightly as you replayed his words over and over again.

"You daydream a lot, huh?"

The teasing lilt in his voice. The casual confidence. The fact that he had said it while looking directly at you, as if he had caught you in some secret of yours.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you instinctively buried your face in your hands. What were you supposed to do with that information?

"Uh… are you okay?"

A voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts, and you looked up to see your friend standing beside your table, holding their drink with an amused expression.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," they added, plopping down in the seat across from you.

You shook your head rapidly, trying to act normal. "No, no ghost. Just…" You exhaled, still in disbelief. "Sunghoon. He—he talked to me."

Your friend raised an eyebrow. "Park Sunghoon? The guy you always stare at like he's some kind of rare artifact?"

"I don’t stare at him!" you argued weakly, but the way your friend gave you a knowing look made you shrink in defeat. "Okay, fine, maybe I do. But that’s not the point! He noticed me. And he—" You paused, recalling the teasing tone in his voice. "—he thinks I daydream a lot."

Your friend snorted. "I mean… he's not wrong."

You groaned, resting your forehead against the table. "This is so embarrassing."

"Or," your friend countered, "it’s the beginning of something interesting."

You lifted your head, squinting at them. "What do you mean?"

They leaned in with a smirk. "I mean, Sunghoon noticed you. And not in a ‘who’s that random girl’ way, but in a ‘I’m intrigued’ kind of way. Trust me, guys like him don’t just tease random people unless they find them… amusing."

You blinked. "Amusing?"

"Yeah. And you? You're cute, a little clumsy, and have that whole innocent but chaotic thing going on." They shrugged. "It's probably refreshing for someone like him."

Your heart did a weird little flip at the thought. Could that be true? Did Sunghoon really find you interesting?

Before you could overthink it too much, your friend suddenly straightened. "Speaking of the devil…"

Your stomach dropped.

Slowly, you turned your head—and sure enough, there he was. Sunghoon had re-entered the café, hands still tucked into his hoodie, but this time, he wasn’t lingering near the counter.

He was looking directly at you.

Your breath hitched.

And then, with a small smirk, he popped his gum, tilting his head slightly—like he knew he was in your head rent-free.

You whipped back around, grabbing your friend's wrist in a panic. "What do I do?!"

Your friend barely held back a laugh. "Oh, you’re in trouble now."

Your brain went into full panic mode.

Okay. Act normal. Don’t make a fool of yourself again.

You grabbed the closest book from your bag—something you had been meaning to read but never actually opened—and flipped it open, eyes scanning the words without actually processing a single thing.

Busy. I look busy. Right?

Meanwhile, your friend sat across from you, clearly entertained. “Wow. Riveting stuff,” they teased, peering at your book. “Didn’t know you were so passionate about… whatever that is.”

You ignored them, hyper-aware of Sunghoon’s presence somewhere behind you. If he was still looking, you had no idea, but you weren’t about to check.

Nope. Not falling for it again.

You lifted your book higher, using it as a makeshift shield. If I can’t see him, he can’t see me. That’s how it works, right?

But then—

A smooth voice interrupted your frantic thoughts.

"Didn’t take you for the reading type."

Your heart stopped.

Slowly—so slowly—you peeked over the top of your book.

And there he was.

Park Sunghoon. Standing right beside your table, hands still stuffed in his hoodie, chewing his gum like he had all the time in the world. His gaze flickered to your book, then back to you, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

You scrambled for a response. “I—I love reading!” you blurted out a little too enthusiastically.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Oh yeah?” He leaned slightly closer, just enough to catch a glimpse of the page. “So… what’s your favorite part?”

You panicked.

Your eyes darted down to the book, only to realize—to your horror—it was upside down.

Sunghoon followed your gaze, and the second he noticed, he let out a quiet chuckle. “Right. Big reader.”

You wanted the earth to swallow you.

Flipping the book the right way up, you cleared your throat, trying to salvage whatever dignity you had left. “I—I just started it! So, um… no favorite part yet.”

He hummed, clearly not buying it. “Mm. Sure.”

Your friend, the traitor, was barely holding in their laughter.

Sunghoon smirked again before taking a step back, still watching you like you were the most amusing thing he had seen all day. Then, with one last pop of his gum, he gave you a lazy nod.

"See you around, bookworm."

And just like that, he walked away, leaving you sitting there, gripping your book like it was a lifeline.

Your friend finally burst into laughter. “Oh my god. You really just did that.”

You groaned, burying your burning face into your hands. “I’m never showing my face again.”

But despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart raced—or the fact that Park Sunghoon had just given you a nickname

A few days later—

You had shared a class with Sunghoon for an entire semester, but before The Incident (a.k.a. the café encounter that haunted you daily), he had never so much as glanced in your direction.

And honestly? That was fine. You were content admiring him from afar, avoiding any more embarrassing situations.

But apparently, fate had other plans.

Because today, when you walked into class and made your way to your usual seat, you noticed something different.

Your table—usually half-empty—was now occupied.

By him.

Park Sunghoon.

Dressed in his usual black hoodie, hood down this time, revealing his perfectly messy hair. He was slouched back in his chair, long legs stretched out, lazily scrolling through his phone.

And you? You froze mid-step.

What the—

You blinked, wondering if you had somehow stepped into an alternate universe. Sunghoon had never sat here before. In fact, he usually sat with his own group near the back.

So why was he sitting at your table now?

As if sensing your presence, he looked up.

The second your eyes met, you felt your stomach drop.

For a moment, he just studied you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then—

"You just gonna stand there?"

Your brain lagged. “H-Huh?”

He tilted his head, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. “You sit here, don’t you?”

You blinked rapidly, processing his words. Right. Your seat. He was literally in your seat.

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly slid into the chair beside him, keeping your movements as casual as possible—though the fact that your hands were trembling slightly wasn’t helping.

The entire time, Sunghoon didn’t look away.

Feeling self-conscious, you cleared your throat. “Um… you don’t usually sit here.”

Sunghoon shrugged, popping his gum. “Yeah. Thought I’d change things up.”

Change things up? What did that even mean?

Your mind was a chaotic mess of overthinking when the professor entered, signaling the start of class. But even as the lecture began, you couldn’t focus. Not when Sunghoon was right there, casually leaning back in his seat, twirling a pen between his fingers.

And definitely not when he suddenly turned to you and whispered, “You actually paying attention this time, bookworm?”

You nearly choked on air.

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "What?"

He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “Just wondering if you’re gonna pretend to take notes, or if you actually do.”

You gaped at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I—I do take notes!”

“Uh-huh.” He flicked his gaze to your blank notebook. “Sure.”

You quickly grabbed your pen, scribbling the first thing that came to mind just to prove a point.

Sunghoon glanced at your notebook. His smirk deepened.

Because instead of class notes, you had just written: Park Sunghoon is annoying.

Realizing too late, you immediately slammed your notebook shut, mortified.

Sunghoon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Cute.”

And just like that, you were done for.

For the next few classes, Sunghoon kept sitting next to you.

At first, you thought it was a coincidence—maybe his friends were absent, or maybe he just liked sitting closer to the front now. But after the third time, it became very clear that he was doing it on purpose.

And the worst part? He wouldn’t stop teasing you.

—

You were furiously taking notes, determined to prove that you actually paid attention in class. Sunghoon, on the other hand, was slouched in his seat, lazily twirling his pen between his fingers.

Then, in the middle of writing, your pen suddenly slipped from your grasp, rolling off the desk and landing right at Sunghoon’s feet.

Before you could react, he casually leaned down, picked it up, and examined it.

“You really do take notes, huh?” he mused, clicking the pen a few times.

You gave him a pointed look. “Obviously.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Too bad. I think I’ll keep this.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?! That’s my pen!”

He twirled it between his fingers. “Finders, keepers.”

“Sunghoon—”

Before you could protest further, he smoothly tucked the pen behind his ear and looked straight ahead, pretending to focus on the lecture.

You narrowed your eyes. “Unbelievable.”

He only grinned.

—

The next time he sat beside you, Sunghoon pulled out a pack of gum, popping a piece into his mouth. You tried to ignore the way his jaw flexed as he chewed (because wow that was unfairly attractive).

Then, to your surprise, he held out the pack toward you.

“Want one?” he asked, voice casual.

You blinked. “You’re offering me gum?”

“Obviously.” His lips curled into a smirk. “Unless you’d rather keep staring at me chewing it.”

Your soul left your body.

“I—I wasn’t staring!” you spluttered.

Sunghoon only raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing you.

Flustered, you quickly grabbed a piece, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth, hoping he’d drop the topic.

But as you chewed, he leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your heart race.

“See? Now we match.”

You nearly choked on your gum.

Sunghoon just laughed.

—

One day, class was extra boring. The professor was droning on and on, and despite your best efforts, your focus was slipping.

That’s when you felt a tap on your notebook.

You looked down.

Sunghoon had drawn a tiny doodle on the corner of your page—an oddly-shaped stick figure with messy hair.

You gave him a confused look.

He smirked. “That’s you.”

You gasped. “That does not look like me!”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t!”

Instead of arguing, you grabbed your pen and counterattacked, drawing a messy blob with a frown.

Sunghoon glanced at it, then back at you. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“You.”

A beat of silence. Then, Sunghoon let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Wow. You really have it out for me, huh?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You started it.”

He just smirked, flipping to a blank page in his own notebook. “Fine. Let’s see who’s the better artist.”

And just like that, the two of you spent the rest of the class in a silent doodle war—completely ignoring the lecture.

—

Over time, it became normal for Sunghoon to sit with you, casually throwing teasing remarks your way. And while you tried to act indifferent, the way your heart skipped every time he called you bookworm or smirked in your direction made it impossible to ignore.

You had no idea why he suddenly found you interesting.

But one thing was clear:

You were definitely in trouble.

It had been weeks since Sunghoon started sitting next to you in class, and by now, it was practically routine. The teasing, the doodle wars, the stolen pens—none of it surprised you anymore.

But what did surprise you was what happened after class one day.

You were packing up your things, expecting Sunghoon to toss another sarcastic remark your way before leaving like usual. Instead, he lingered beside you, hands stuffed in the pocket of his black hoodie, chewing on his gum like he was debating something.

Then, casually—too casually—he said, “Hey.”

You glanced up at him. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. “Give me your number.”

You blinked. Wait, what?

Your brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds before you managed to process his words.

Then, a slow smirk formed on your lips. “Oh?” You leaned against your desk, raising an eyebrow. “You want mynumber?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not making it weird,” you teased, tilting your head playfully. “I just didn’t know you liked me that much.”

His jaw clenched slightly, but the corners of his lips twitched. “I don’t.”

“Ouch.” You clutched your chest dramatically. “That hurt.”

He exhaled sharply, clearly trying not to laugh. “I just figured it’d be easier than bugging you in class all the time.”

“Ohhh, so you admit you want to bug me?”

Sunghoon let out a small groan, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Just give me your number.”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”

He gave you a deadpan stare. “You get the honor of having my number.”

You burst out laughing. “Wow. What a privilege.”

Despite his bored expression, you caught the amused glint in his eyes. “Are you done?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to consider it for a second longer before finally pulling out your phone. “Alright, fine.”

He handed you his phone without another word, and you quickly typed in your number, adding a little touch before giving it back.

Sunghoon glanced at the screen and immediately froze.

You had saved your contact name as "Bookworm Supreme 📖✨".

For a moment, he just stared at it, jaw tightening, as if debating whether to erase it.

Then, to your surprise, he huffed out a quiet laugh.

“You’re lucky I’m keeping this.”

Your grin widened. “That means you like it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. But you noticed the small smirk on his lips as he turned to leave.

And as you watched him walk away, your phone suddenly buzzed in your hand.

New Message from Sunghoon: Don’t get too excited, bookworm.

You bit your lip, cheeks warming.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble.

That night, you were curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone when a notification popped up.

Sunghoon: Yo.

You blinked. Already? He had your number for less than six hours, and he was already texting you?

You smirked, deciding to mess with him.

You: Oh? Is this Park Sunghoon texting me first? You: Didn’t know you missed me that much.

Three dots appeared immediately. Then, they disappeared.

Then, they came back again.

You giggled to yourself, imagining him staring at his screen, debating whether to respond. A minute later, your phone buzzed.

Sunghoon: Delete my number.

You laughed, rolling onto your side.

You: Aw, are you shy? Sunghoon: You’re annoying. You: Yet you’re still texting me.

This time, the typing bubble hovered for a while before his reply finally came through.

Sunghoon: I had to. You made me keep that stupid contact name.

You bit your lip, amused.

You: Bookworm Supreme 📖✨ is an elite name. Be grateful. Sunghoon: I literally won’t. Sunghoon: Change it.

You gasped dramatically.

You: Not happening.

There was a long pause before he texted again.

Sunghoon: You’re actually impossible. You: And yet, here you are, still talking to me.

At this point, you could feel his frustration through the screen. But instead of another sarcastic response, his next message caught you off guard.

Sunghoon: What are you doing?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your heart doing a little skip.

Was Park Sunghoon… trying to have a normal conversation with you?

You: Just in bed. Why?

Another pause. Then—

Sunghoon: Just wondering.

You raised an eyebrow. Just wondering? That didn’t sound like him at all.

Curious, you decided to push him a little.

You: Wow, Park Sunghoon actually cares about what I’m doing? Didn’t know you liked me that much.

This time, the typing bubble appeared and disappeared three times before he finally sent something.

Sunghoon: You’re delusional. Sunghoon: I was just bored.

You grinned, already sensing the shift in his tone.

You: Suuuure. Keep telling yourself that. You: Admit it, you’d be lost without me.

And that’s when his response nearly made you drop your phone.

Sunghoon: You wish. Sunghoon: But… I guess you do make class less boring.

You blinked.

What?

Park Sunghoon—Mr. Tease You Every Chance He Gets—just admitted that he actually liked sitting with you?

Your face heated up.

You: Wait. Are you being NICE to me right now?

A full minute passed. Then—

Sunghoon: Forget I said anything. Sunghoon: Goodnight.

You stared at the screen, fighting the stupid smile creeping onto your lips.

Oh, this was fun.

You: Goodnight, Sunghoon. You: Dream about me!

No reply.

You giggled to yourself, hugging your pillow.

Yeah. He was definitely flustered.

Ever since that night, texting Sunghoon became a regular thing.

It started with casual updates—him complaining about class, you teasing him about his questionable study habits ("What do you mean you never take notes?"), and the occasional "Did you eat?" texts that neither of you would acknowledge but always answer.

But somehow, it became more.

You found yourself checking your phone more often, half-expecting his sarcastic remarks, only to get thrown off when he’d randomly say something genuinely nice.

Sunghoon (9:42 PM): Hey, don’t forget your quiz tomorrow. Sunghoon (9:42 PM): I know you suck at remembering.

Or—

Sunghoon (12:15 AM): Why are you still awake? You (12:16 AM): Why are YOU still awake? Sunghoon (12:17 AM): Touché. Sleep, bookworm.

And sometimes, it was just him being a menace.

Sunghoon (3:27 PM): You walk weird. You (3:27 PM): WHAT Sunghoon (3:28 PM): I saw you on campus today. Fix your posture. You (3:28 PM): YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE. Sunghoon (3:29 PM): And yet, you love talking to me.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble.

It happened on one of those weirdly chilly afternoons on campus. You hadn’t expected the sudden drop in temperature, so you were stuck in a thin sweater, hugging your arms while trying not to shiver.

Sunghoon, of course, noticed immediately.

“Are you cold?”

You glared at him. “No.”

He gave you a look. “You’re literally shivering.”

“It’s fine.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes before—without warning—tugging off his black hoodie and tossing it onto your head.

You yelped. “What the—?!”

“Just wear it,” he muttered, rubbing his neck.

You pulled the hoodie off your face, staring at it in your hands before looking up at him. “Are you sure? What about you?”

“I’ll live,” he said flatly. Then, his gaze flickered to you. “Unless you’d rather freeze?”

You huffed but slid the hoodie on anyway. It was warm—and smelled exactly like him, a mix of fresh laundry and something subtly musky.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking away. “There. Now stop looking miserable.”

You smirked. “Wow, Park Sunghoon. Who knew you were such a gentleman?”

His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”

But the tips of his ears were red.

After that, Sunghoon never asked for the hoodie back. And you never offered to return it.

But something between you two… shifted.

He started walking you to class without making a big deal out of it. You started waiting for him without realizing it. He got so comfortable texting you that he didn’t even try to be sarcastic sometimes.

And then, one random evening, it happened.

Sunghoon: What are you doing Friday?

You raised an eyebrow at your screen.

You: Why?

A pause. Then—

Sunghoon: Just clear your schedule.

You blinked.

You: Are you… asking me out?

A full five minutes passed before he responded.

Sunghoon: Yes. Don’t make it weird.

Your heart stopped.

You: OH? PARK SUNGHOON LIKES ME??

Sunghoon: I take it back. Forget Friday.

You laughed, quickly typing—

You: Nope! You’re stuck with me now.

This time, he replied almost instantly.

Sunghoon: Yeah. I guess I am.

You stared at your phone, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Oh.

You were definitely in trouble and you don’t mind one a bit.

a/n: wew wrote this just because i went feral with that video😩

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weinq · 4 months ago

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happy wonbin day~!

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weinq · 4 months ago

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May i ask why you deleted paper cuts? 😞😞😞 it was my favorite

hiii, anon ☺️

i just privated it for a little bit to make some edits but i ended up not changing anything, ahahah 😭 it should be back now up :)) i am really glad you liked it tho 🤍!

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paper cuts

sungchan x reader synopsis: a bad day, a paper cut, and a pile of useless bandaids. just when it feels like the universe is against you, your boyfriend shows up to turn it all around. genre: fluff word count: 400 smth authors note: veryyy self indulgent, today was just not my day :( but here’s Sungchan here to cheer you up :)) considering making this a series…, "bad day, good boyfriend" i hope you enjoy and have a lovely week ahead

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To say you were having a bad day was an understatement—today had gone wrong in every way possible. The deadline for your big project loomed like a storm cloud, threatening to burst at any moment. The sun that had peeked out in the morning, briefly lifting your spirits, disappeared the moment you reached the train station, leaving you wondering if you’d imagined it. The downpour was so heavy it turned your commute into a soggy, soul-sucking ordeal.

To make matters worse, your favourite coffee shop messed up your order—a particularly infuriating blow because you were a regular. You knew the baristas by name, tipped generously, and even had a “usual” order. Yet somehow, you were handed an iced americano when you’d been looking forward to warming up with a mocha.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, your umbrella flipped inside out mid-storm, leaving you drenched and defeated. All you wanted was to go home, curl up on the couch, and enjoy a warm, comforting meal. But of course, the universe had other plans. As you reached into your bag to grab your keys, a rogue sheet of paper sliced your finger like a tiny, spiteful guillotine. A paper cut. Seriously? You stared at the tiny wound, the sting somehow disproportionate to its size, and felt the weight of the week crash down on you all at once.

This truly was the cherry on top. You sat in the corner of your kitchen, tears pooling in your eyes as you fumbled with a bandaid. The adhesive refused to stick, peeling off the moment you tried to press it down. “Stupid bandaid,” you muttered, your voice trembling. “It’s really not my day, huh?” The words slipped out, barely audible, as you blinked back tears, feeling utterly ridiculous for crying over something so small but unable to stop the flood of emotions.

You were so focused on your futile battle with the bandaid that you didn’t hear the front door open. You didn’t notice the soft footsteps padding into the kitchen or the way your boyfriend paused, taking in the scene: you, sitting on the floor, surrounded by discarded bandaids, your face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence. You looked up, startled, and he was already kneeling beside you, his warm hands gently taking yours. “Let me help.” He plucked the bandaid from your fingers, his touch careful and deliberate as he smoothed it over your cut. This time, it stuck.

For a moment, you didn’t say anything, the tears threatening to spill—a mix of relief and embarrassment. He didn’t ask questions or try to fix everything. Instead, he pulled you into his arms, his steady presence a quiet anchor in the chaos of your week as the tears finally spilled over. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re okay.”

And you believed him.

#riize #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize sungchan #sungchan #jung sungchan #sungchan imagines #sungchan x reader #sungchan x you #sungchan fluff #sungchan scenarios

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weinq · 4 months ago

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i come back to this every month and cry-

#riizeimagines #seunghanangst

ᝰ. TEXTS WITH SITUATIONSHIP!SEUNGHAN ☏ !!

warnings !! cursing and mentions of hooking up

[[ authors note !! i think situationships can be messy, rocky and unpredictable. i tried portraying that 🙏 if u find urself in a situationship RUN. unless it’s with seunghan then my ass would happily stay 🤣 ]]

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weinq · 4 months ago

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౨ৎ — who ru ? (lhs)

pairing. situationship! lee heeseung x fem! reader synopsis. enha try to figure you out genre. fluff & est. relationship at end wc. 2069 notes. ft. enhypen library.

none of heeseung’s members knew your name.

which was ironic since they saw you nearly every day off they had. usually passing by heeseung’s slightly ajar door and taking a double take after seeing a female figure, then realizing it's just you, and wondering if you were heeseung's girl-friend or girlfriend.

they had grown used to your presence in the almost six months of you constantly around their home. yet nobody could ever figure out your name and who you were.

despite running into you in the dorms multiple times none of the six had ever muttered anything more than a mere ‘hi’ or ‘sorry’ while passing.

they always saw you around the dorms at least two times a week. though never once did they recall seeing you enter or leave. their eldest never brought you up, feeding into the idea you were some imaginary person.

heeseung was good at everything, including sneaking you in and out.

all of them being scared to say anything to you. acting like your identity was classified when they could just ask heeseung or you who you were.

but of course, riki loved to make anything and everything into a competition.

after betting with his hyungs’ on who could figure out your name first, he spotted you in the house, residing in heeseung’s lap while he did some work on his computer. face buried in his neck while he typed away.

riki camped out in the bathroom, with the door open, pretending to be cleaning the mirror. scrubbing the same corner repeatedly for almost ten minutes, waiting for you to use the bathroom. surely you would need to get up soon.

when he concluded that he couldn’t clean the mirror forever, he picked up his toothbrush and brushed his teeth.

after brushing his teeth for a solid three minutes his plan was finally set into action.

“hi riki,” you knocked on the open door. “how long do you need to brush your teeth for?”

“howdoyouknowmyname-” he spit out the toothpaste in shock.

“riki, i’m here all the time,” you replied. “and you’re also a famous idol.”

“oh yeah..” he wiped his face with a towel from the counter. “why don’t i know your name though.”

“you’ve never asked,” you shrugged your shoulders at the younger boy covered in toothpaste. “do you mind if i wash my face, i think you’ve brushed your teeth thoroughly enough.”

“yeah of course,” riki set his toothbrush back in its holder and moved towards the door.

“you missed a spot by the way,” pointing to your chin to show where the toothpaste was left on him, lightly shutting the door.

riki’s plan had failed.

the next to try and talk to you was jake.

he was confident that he could get your name out if you. maybe he’d even be good enough to figure out if you were heeseung’s girlfriend or not.

it was the day after riki had run into you in the bathroom. since it was their break before the long comeback season jake knew that you would probably be sleeping over. giving him the perfect opportunity to ask heeseung and you if you both wanted to eat ramen with him.

once the time on his phone read 11:15 he knocked on heeseung’s door.

“come in,”

“hi,” jake opened the door. “i was wondering if you wanted ramen, her too..”

this was perfect. surely heeseung would call you by name when he asked if you were hungry. everyone would owe him dinner for the week.

you and heeseung were on his bed. you cuddled up into his side while you both watched tiktoks on his phone.

“baby are you hungry?” heeseung leaned down next to your ear.

baby was not your name. jake frowned.

“no i’m okay hee,” you mumbled. “you can go eat though.”

he kissed your forehead before getting up from his bed to follow jake to the kitchen.

jake’s plan had also failed, but the fact heeseung had called you a pet name gave him some idea that you weren't just a friend.

the uprise of interactions with the members confused you. they went from running away from you and avoiding looking at you every time you were within six feet of them to constantly seeking you and heeseung out. though it relieved you in a way since you were convinced that heeseung had strictly told them to act as if you didn't exist in the months you had spent together.

you and heeseung were in fact not an item, even though you both wished you were. you've known him since his nerdy bowl cut days in middle school, you weren't close before but after running into you years later that changed.

you knew that he had become an idol, it was hard not to notice when you saw his face on ads. never listening to his group but being able to recognize him if you were asked.

one day when you were on shift, at your then job as a barista at a small place. you had recognized him as you took his order. you didn't want to sound like an obsessed fan if he didn't remember you, so you simply bit your tongue the entire time. he had decided to tip you for bringing him his drink, which made you even more on edge when he left a stray napkin on his table with his number.

after that incident it was clear he recognized you from school, which was more worrying than relieving as he started to show up to your work even more.

eventually, his visiting you at work was not ideal anymore as he stuck out like a sore thumb with how tall he was paired with the black mask and sunglasses he never dared to take off.

alas, he had asked you to hangout somewhere else. now you no longer worked at that cafe and spent all of your free time off from classes being snuck into a kpop boy-group dorm to hang out with a boy who acted like your boyfriend but wasn't. awesome!

after your first encounters with riki and jake everyone followed after.

jay came in to ask if you had any allergies because he was making some lunch, again heeseung addressed you as anything but your real name.

two days later sunoo had sat down next to you on the living room couch and offered you a face mask. you nodded and you guys spent an hour together as heeseung and jay were gone filming for a variety show. right as sunoo was finally confident you guys were casual enough to ask you for your name heeseung walked in.

you jumped up from the couch making your way over and throwing yourself at him. holding onto him like a koala when he picked you up. he greeted sunoo, and brought you all the way to his room. shutting the door behind him.

you didn’t even get the chance to thank sunoo for hanging out with you.

within the same hour jungwon had barged into heeseung’s room, the door banging against the wall.

“jungwon what the hell!” heeseung scolded, though keeping his voice at a whisper. “don’t you know to knock?”

“this is me exercising my leader privileges,” jungwon crossed his arms and fixed his posture.

“you could have woken her up..” heeseung stroked your hair, as you laid passed out on his chest.

“woken who up?” jungwon said mischievously, heeseung had to say your name now.

“don’t act dumb, you can literally see her sleeping.” heeseung deadpanned.

you started to shuffle in your sleep, beginning to wake up.

“hee?” you grumbled.

“it’s nothing, baby,” he answered. “just go back to sleep.”

heeseung sent jungwon a glare, shooing him out of the room. so much privacy for having only single room.

right when you thought it was over, it was finally sunghoon’s turn to figure you out. he contemplated creating a list of names that you kind of looked like and just shouting them throughout the house until you answered to one.

but after hearing jungwon explain how heeseung looked like he was about to chase him out of the dorm onto the street after he woke you up, sunghoon decided against his original idea.

he was sat on his bed for almost an hour thinking about what he could do.

he concluded he should just be straightforward and ask you already. why hadn’t anyone else just asked you?

he let out a horrendous evil laugh that sunoo had given him a weird look for as sunghoon thought about how his plan was foolproof. he was about to be picking dinner every night for everyone.

sunghoon created a list in his head from what he gathered from all the other boys' failed attempts :

knock LIGHTLY on the door

make sure he is not interrupting anything

ask you NOT heeseung

get that free dinner

he waited for everyone to get to their rooms after dinner to make his way to the eldest’s room. you surely couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep yet as the sun had only just set. using his right hand, he softly knocked on the door. heeseung opened the door enough to show you sitting at his desk.

“hoon?” heeseung questioned.

“i have a question.” sunghoon said firmly, keeping his chin up high, making himself look cocky in the process.

“shoot,” heeseung replied dryly, yawning at the end of his sentence.

“not for you,” sunghoon recalled the list floating around in his head, he pointed at you. “for her.”

overhearing their exchange, you took your attention away from the game you were playing on heeseung’s computer and spun the chair towards sunghoon. heeseung had no choice but to move aside and let the boy in as you had already taken note of his presence.

“what’s your name? oh, and are you heeseung’s girlfriend?” he smiled, fist-bumping himself in his head as he finally did what the others couldn’t.

“i’m ____,” you grinned, finally happy someone had asked you directly like you and heeseung were hoping for. “i don’t know about the girlfriend part though.”

“____ i swear i was just about to talk to you about that soon-”

“i’m kidding hee!” you giggled. “i don’t understand why it took you guys so long, i’m always here.”

“i don’t know either,” heeseung agreed.

“yeah right. you strictly told us not to look at her the first time jake caught her inside the dorm,” jay said as he walked into the room.

one by one the rest of the group filtered into the room. sunghoon gives a whole speech about how he is truly the smartest and the first thing he wants for dinner is steak. which was nothing different from the usual but he was happy that he got to decide. the whole group talked for a few hours in heeseung’s bedroom.

once heeseung saw you yawn he quickly got up and ushered all the guys to get out as you were tired. while he was busy forcing riki to leave you collapsed on his bed and waited for him to join you.

“so girlfriend huh?” you teased as he climbed into the empty spot next to you.

he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh before turning off the lamp on his bedside table. when the lights were off and you could barely make out each other's faces in the dark he spoke up.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice dripping with gentleness. he snuck an arm under your head and pulled you towards his chest.

“i mean i guess so,” you joked, causing heeseung to tickle your sides.

you squirmed in his grip trying to bite him until he finally gave it a rest.

you tilted your head up towards his trying to find his lips to give him a short kiss. ultimately missing due to the darkness and kissing his chin instead. the both of you giggled. heeseung then used his free hand to trace around your face to find your lips, bringing his head down to finally connect your lips to his.

the last thing you remembered before drifting off was the sound of heeseung lulling you to sleep with a song he had been working on for their upcoming album.

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⇢ word count: 6.9k ⇢ genre: fluff, established relationship, secret relationship, office workers!jisung & reader, holiday themed, a bit of a crackfic (everyone in this is slightly unhinged and you should NOT act like them in your actual workplace PLEASE), appearances from absolute nuisances nohyuck (mainly hyuck being a nuisance and jeno being a desk candy bowl thief) and chill boss johnny (he’s actually the only normal one around this office fr), part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon ⇢ warnings: lots of discussions of sex/sleeping together (nohyuck have an absolutely unhinged plot to have reader hook up w jisung w/o realizing that they’re already dating, shenanigans ensue) ⇢ extra info: this was originally going to be part of want from me, but i felt like i was losing the plot a bit, so i tweaked some stuff and made it its own fic instead this is part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon, three short, unrelated fics starring jisung all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. there’s no continuing plotline between fics in this series, they’re all standalone fics ⇢ author’s note: ok i may be stretching the concept of a ‘cheesy hallmark movie’ in this one, but there’s a holiday party. sue me. ⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

“You need to fuck Jisung.” Donghyuck sat on your desk the following Monday, nearly knocking your cup of pens over.

“What happened to hello? How are you?”

“I get why you didn’t want to tell anybody when I was interviewing,” Jisung sighed as you adjusted his tie for him. “But don’t you think everyone’s formed their own opinions about me by now?”

“You told me Mr. Kang called you Joosung yesterday,” you pointed out. “We agreed after your three-month evaluation, remember?”

“That’s next month!”

“Two weeks. December tenth, to be exact, will be three months since you started.”

“I know, I know.” He pulled you closer by your hips, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you.”

You rested one hand on the nape of his neck, the other stroking his hair. “I hate it too. I was in the bathroom yesterday and overheard a couple of the women from budgeting talking about you. Apparently one of them wants to ask you to the holiday party.”

He lifted his head up, squinting with confusion. “Wait, was it Song Minji from budgeting?”

“Yes…”

“Yesterday she asked me if I was going, I said yes, then she asked if I had a date, and I said no, and she said she didn’t either. Then she just stared at me. It was really awkward, so I told her I had to get back to my spreadsheets and walked away.”

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as your boyfriend continued looking down at you with absolutely endearing confusion. Patting his cheek, you informed him gently, “She was waiting for you to ask her to the party, baby.”

“Well, even if I knew that, I wouldn’t have,” he huffed.

“I know, Sungie,” you kissed his cheek. “I know.”

“Good.”

You glanced at the time on your bedside clock, tapping his arm indicatively. “We’ve got to go.”

“Y/N, someone from bookkeeping will be over to pick these receipts up today,” Mr. Suh, your boss, informed you, setting a large banker box down on the ledge behind your computer monitor.

You nodded. “You sure you don’t want me to just take them over there now?”

Bookkeeping was on the same floor as your team, just on the opposite side of the large office building.

“No, I’ve got six more boxes in my office. They should be coming with a dolly. I’ve got a lunch meeting, then I’m on-site at a build. Can you make sure they get them all?”

“Of course. See you tomorrow, then.”

“Thank you. See you tomorrow.” He smiled and reached into your candy bowl, securing a chocolate for himself before heading off towards the elevator.

As you continued working up your reports, another figure approached your desk.

“Hi.” Jisung smiled down at you from over the banker box.

“And what is a bookkeeping gremlin doing over here?” You teased, having already spotted the bright orange dolly next to him. “They let you guys out of your cages?”

“Just me, because I’m on a mission.” He did a little mock salute, making you giggle. He then looked between the dolly and the box. “But I don’t really think this was necessary…”

“There’s six more boxes in Mr. Suh’s office,” you informed him happily, pointing to your boss’ door.

“Oh.”

Two of your team members, Donghyuck and Jeno, congregated around your desk then as well, Jeno zeroing in on your candy bowl as always, and Donghyuck snooping at what you were doing on your screen.

“Boring!” Hyuck declared, hitting CTRL + S on your keyboard to save it for you before exiting out of the program. “Lunchtime!”

“Hey, I was working on that, you know,” you protested, keeping up your usual banter with your work friend.

“Now you’re not,” he shrugged.

“Actually, you were chatting with…” Jeno trailed off, looking at Jisung expectantly.

“Jisung,” your boyfriend filled in.

“—You were chatting with Jisung when we got here,” Jeno finished, popping another chocolate in his mouth and tucking it in his cheek to talk around it. “So you weren’t really working.”

“She was telling me where the other boxes of receipts were,” Jisung explained quickly, gesturing to the dolly. “I’m supposed to pick them up. I’m from bookkeeping.”

Hyuck scanned him from head to toe. “You’re new, right?”

He nodded.

“Come to lunch with us.”

“No, Hyuck,” you snorted, cutting up your food as your coworker attempted to show you a picture of another one of his friends over lunch. “The last asshole you set me up with stood me up, remember?”

“I told you, Jaemin got a stomach bug!” Hyuck insisted. “And that was like, over a year ago!”

You looked at him pointedly. “And he could text you but not me? Think about it.”

“Okay, so he was a flake, but Mark is like, a really good guy!” He elbowed your other coworker next to him. “Jeno, back me up!”

Jeno shrugged. “Eh, he seems like the kind of guy to call you ‘bro’ in bed.”

“Not the kind of back-up I meant!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Why are you thinking about what Mark would call you in bed, Jeno?” You snickered.

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you mimicked him.

Hyuck pushed on in his seemingly never-ending pursuit to set you up with his also never-ending pool of single friends. “Ignore him, Y/N. Will you at least consider? For me? Your bestest friend?”

“I never see you outside of work functions,” you pointed out.

“Please? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please?”

“Whatever. Send me his CV,” you said noncommittally, taking a bite of your food.

“On it!”

“Wait, he’s applying for a job?” Jisung finally spoke from his seat beside you, his confusion apparent.

“No, that’s just what they call whatever information Hyuck sends her about the guys he tries to set her up with,” Jeno explained for him. “It ends up being pretty much the same stuff that’s on a résumé, though.”

Hyuck then focused in on a new target. “Jisung, what about you?”

He froze. “What?”

“Are you single?”

“Uhm—”

“Lie if you have to,” you advised. “Once he smells blood, you’re done for.”

“I’m not a shark!” Hyuck took great offense to this comparison. “I’m-I’m like Cupid!”

You let out a derisive laugh at that, stabbing your fork into your food and lifting your next bite to your mouth.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” Jisung answered hurriedly.

Hyuck narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “So you’re bringing her to the Christmas party.”

“I-I don’t know, we uhm—we just started seeing each other.”

“You’ll bring her to the next monthly mixer, then?”

“I’m pretty sure this is workplace harassment,” you stepped in on Jisung’s behalf, giving Hyuck a disapproving look. “We had a seminar, remember?”

“You’re not curious?”

“No, I don’t care to see you bother poor Jisung for the rest of our fleeting lunch break.”

“Fine, I won’t disturb Y/N’s precious lunch break,” he gave in melodramatically. “But I want to hear about her when we get back to the office, Jisung.”

When you and Jisung got home that evening, you waited until the two of you had gotten out of your work clothes to address the pout on his lips that had been present ever since lunch.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting at your dining table with him.

He started unpacking the to-go food. “Why did you tell Donghyuck to send you that guy’s info?”

“To get him to shut up about it. He would’ve done that for our whole lunch break, Sungie.” You shook your head, watching as he avoided your eyes. “Are you jealous? It’s not like I’m actually going to do anything with it.”

“I know, but I still don’t like that he’s sending you dating résumés, and it’s apparently been a regular thing?”

“Okay, I know we made it sound like it happens all the time,” you agreed. “This is like the third time, including the guy who stood me up last year. When you and I started dating, I told Hyuck not to bother anymore. But then he heard that I wasn’t bringing a date to the holiday party, and he started his little matchmaking thing again. That’s why I never told you, because there never was anything to tell.”

“I’m sorry if it sounded like I was accusing you of something, baby,” Jisung murmured, reaching for your hand over the table.

“Do you want me to block him or something?”

He sighed. “No, of course not.”

“Damn it, I was hoping you’d say yes. I’ve been looking for an excuse for years.”

He finally chuckled at that, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Here.” You brought out your phone and stood behind him, maneuvering your arms around his shoulders so he could see your screen as you opened your texts with Hyuck and started deleting the most recent ones debriefing you on his newest eligible bachelor for you.

“Wait a second.” Jisung stopped you before you could delete all the pictures that Hyuck had sent.

“What?”

To your surprise, your boyfriend actually opened one of the pictures of the guy.

“Jeno was right,” he snorted, closing out of the picture.

“Wh—Oh,” you started laughing. “Yeah, absolutely.”

You finished deleting everything about the guy, then shut your phone off. “All gone. Can’t even remember his name.”

Jisung pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Thanks, baby.”

“And I’ll tell Hyuck no more in the future. Sound good?”

“No, maybe it’s for the best. I don’t think you need to be subjected to the interrogation I went through today.” He leaned his head against yours affectionately.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I trust you.”

“Aw, thank you, Sungie.” You kissed his hair then hugged him properly. “I knew that. It was cute to see you get jealous, though.”

“You need to fuck Jisung.” Donghyuck sat on your desk the following Monday, nearly knocking your cup of pens over.

“What happened to hello? How are you?” You blinked up at him incredulously, rescuing your writing utensils and pushing them to a far corner.

“No time, we need to save our new favorite little bookkeeping gremlin.” He quickly saved your project and closed the window on your computer.

“And you think having sex with me is the cure for cancer or something?” You snorted. “They really wasted their money on your slot in that workplace harassment seminar.”

“No, look, he’s in an awful, awful situationship. I know he said she’s his girlfriend at lunch the other day, but he doesn’t have any pictures of her, he didn’t want to show me her social media. He said she probably wouldn’t be able to come to the mixer because of her ‘work schedule’—” Hyuck used finger quotes around the words ‘work schedule’ “—but the way he said, it sounded like he was just preemptively making excuses because he knew she would turn him down. I asked him about their first date, and you want to know his answer?”

“What?” You asked dryly.

“That they don’t really do ‘that stuff!’” More air quotes.

“Okay?”

“Then I asked what stuff they do do, and he turned bright red!”

“So he’s lying about having a girlfriend to get you off his back.”

“Mm, she sounded pretty real.”

“Okay, maybe he’s twisting the truth and he’s got a fuckbuddy and he still doesn’t want you playing matchmaker,” you suggested another alternative. “Either way, you should leave him alone.”

“No, look, I’ve got this all figured out. He needs to be reminded that there’s women other than this girl—”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How do you have a rotating roster of men to throw at me, but somehow the only woman that comes to mind for your braindead plan is the one in your immediate line of sight? This is confirming my suspicions that you get no bitches, Lee Donghyuck. Have you talked to a single woman other than me and your mother?”

“Listen, it has to be you so nobody catches feelings!”

“So you’re saying I’m unlovable?”

His eyes widened comically as he went to backpedal. “No, of course not! I meant—Jeno, back me up!”

Jeno, who had been silently leaning against the ledge behind your computer monitor this whole time, happily snacking on the red and green Hershey’s kisses in your candy bowl, slowly finished off the one in his mouth before speaking. “Here’s the thing—”

“You condone this?” You scoffed.

He shrugged. “It’s like, his second-worst idea. Marginally better than setting you up with Na Jaemin.”

“Why do I bother asking for your back-up?” Hyuck muttered.

“But he doesn’t think you’re unlovable. He just knows that you’re a professional, and Jisung is still a newbie and works in a different department. So obviously, there’s like no risk of catching feelings if you guys do… Because work, you know?”

You sat back in your chair, glancing between the two of them dubiously. “Do you two think these are normal things to say to people? At work? To your coworker?”

They looked at each other with wide, horrified eyes, beginning to stutter apologetically.

“I’m in,” you declared abruptly, watching their jaws drop. You then focused your next sentence at Hyuck specifically. “If you’ll stop trying to set me up.”

“Done,” he agreed immediately.

Jisung had excitedly told you about the results of his three-month evaluation to you over dinner that evening, and as you two cleaned up after, you relayed your conversation with your coworkers to him.

“I finally got Hyuck to stop setting me up. Permanently,” you announced in a sing-songy voice, drying the last dish Jisung had just handed you before putting it up in the cabinet.

“Really? Did you find out he killed someone or something?” He asked, shaking the water off his hands over the sink before grabbing the towel hanging in front of it to start drying his hands.

“Nope, he just asked me to do something.”

“Oh, and who do you have to kill?”

“Nobody.” You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind him. “You see, he’s very concerned that this ‘girlfriend’ of yours doesn’t like you as much as you like her.”

“I know we’re literally coworkers, but he needs to get a job,” Jisung retorted.

“Why did you say we didn’t go dates when he asked about our first date?”

“I was afraid you might’ve mentioned it before and I didn’t want him to connect the dots if I told the same story.”

“You couldn’t come up with a fake first date? Carnival? Arcade? Dinner?”

“I was panicking!”

“Anyway, he thinks you’re in a toxic situationship, and that the only solution is for me to sleep with you.”

“Wait what?!” His muscles flexed and contracted under your hands with his words, and he seemed almost oblivious as you continued roaming them over his front.

“Because we would never catch feelings for each other, obviously,” you informed him with mocking seriousness, making him scoff.

“I assume you told him to fuck off and stop setting you up anyway?”

“Nope.”

“Huh?”

You finally put a hand under his shirt to touch his bare skin, and he shivered and jerked away instinctively.

“Ah! Cold hands, baby,” he whined, but made no further moves to get away.

“Then let me warm them up, Sungie,” you giggled, pressing your fingers more intentionally against his skin. “Anyway, why would I pass up the perfect opportunity to fuck with Hyuck and fuck my hot boyfriend at the same time?”

“I don’t think I like how similar that phrasing was.”

“Sungie,” you dragged out the last vowel pleadingly.

“So you’ve got a scheme?” He asked knowingly.

“A fun one,” you promised, kissing his neck. “In multiple senses of the word. But it means everyone finding out we’re together a few days later than we planned. Is that okay?”

He let out a deep sigh. “Alright. What’s first?”

“I’ve got to hold up my end of the deal, of course.”

Donghyuck and Jeno were quick to swarm you first thing in the morning. They at least brought you a coffee this time. There was no work up on your computer yet for Hyuck to close out of, so he just made himself at home on top of your papers that were on your desk instead.

“Okay, we need to brainstorm,” Hyuck got right to business as Jeno dug into your candy bowl. Well, not the business you were actually sitting inside of, but his plot. “The holiday party is on Friday. I’m thinking if you start being a little flirty leading up to it, like casual, you know, not too much, that should warm him up.”

“The more planning you put into this, the creepier it gets,” you informed him, taking a sip of your coffee.

The elevator dinged then, and Jisung stepped off, eyes focused on his feet as he hurried off towards the break room. The elevator opened towards your side of the floor, while bookkeeping was on the other side, and the breakroom, storage closet, and copy room were situated at the midpoints on the floor.

“Jisung’s late?” Jeno commented, bewildered. “Didn’t he say he always gets here ten minutes early to make his coffee before everyone else?”

Hyuck looked at this as well, eyes narrowing. He turned back to you and Jeno. “Did you guys see that big hickey on his neck? Now he’s running late and wearing the same tie as yesterday? This is why we need to help him. Anyway—”

You shifted in your seat then, readjusting your blazer so that it ‘accidentally’ pulled your blouse just enough to show off a love bite situated on your collarbone.

Hyuck actually froze in place, staring at you as he short-circuited. Jeno gave you a quiet, short round of applause.

“Damn, you work fast,” he commented.

You looked down at where Hyuck was staring, as if belatedly realizing your mistake, moving your neckline back up to cover it again.

“You really…” Donghyuck trailed off, blinking rapidly as he began rebooting.

You shrugged. “Didn’t want to announce it like we were in a locker room.”

“He’s walking over here,” Jeno coughed under his breath.

And sure enough, Jisung approached your desk. He looked uncertainly at Donghyuck sitting next to you, and ended up standing by Jeno behind the ledge, finally looking you in the eye.

“H-Hi, Y/N,” he stuttered nervously.

“Morning, Jisung,” you greeted him brightly. “Kiss?”

“Huh?!” He squeaked.

“Hershey kiss?” You pointed to the bowl that Jeno was grabbing another candy from. “They’re caramel filled.”

“O-Oh. Sure, thanks.” He took a green one. “S-See you later.”

“Bye.”

With that, Jisung skittered away, back off towards bookkeeping. Hyuck and Jeno both turned to you with wide eyes.

“I’ve made a grave miscalculation,” Hyuck whispered.

“That boy is pussy whipped,” Jeno whistled lowly.

You rolled your eyes at them. “Or maybe you guys were looking at the two of us with flashing ‘I KNOW YOU HAD SEX’ signs over your heads.”

“Oh, did I forget to leave that at home again?” Hyuck replied snidely, mockingly swatting just above his head. He then leaned in to whisper-yell at you, “Do you actually have the cure for cancer in there because what the hell was that?!”

“Good morning, Mr. Suh!” You chirped at your boss as he walked by.

Hyuck sat up straight, saluting to your boss. “Good morning, Mr. Suh!”

“Mornin’, Mr. Suh,” Jeno said through a mouthful of candy.

“Morning, morning, morning,” Mr. Suh greeted each of you in turn, then yawned. “Ugh, is it Friday yet?”

“Not quite, unfortunately,” you chuckled.

At home that night, you were keeled over with laughter on your couch, clutching your stomach as you and Jisung recalled the looks on your coworkers’ faces this morning.

“Who knew you were such a good actor, Sungie?” You choked out through laughter, wiping at your tears.

“I just had to act like I was madly in love with you, that wasn’t acting, baby,” he smiled fondly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I’ve had to act every day at work except today.”

“So smooth, Park Jisung,” you giggled, kissing him.

“It’s the truth.”

“I know. You’ve never been smooth, just honest. And I love that about you.”

“Ouch, and also thanks?”

You snickered and kissed his pout. “Ready for tomorrow?”

Stepping off the elevator in the morning, you didn’t spare another glance to Jisung, who had ridden up with you. Typically, you would take separate elevators, one of you waiting for the next one, but today, you broke that rule. You dropped off your purse at your desk before going to the break room and making your usual cup of coffee.

Jeno and Donghyuck were already waiting for you at your desk. You rolled your eyes at them. “You two have your own desks, you know?”

“You and Jisung got here at the same time,” Jeno stated.

“Is there a question in there?” You raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Did you get a new shampoo?” Donghyuck asked, leaning forward to sniff the air around your head.

You swatted at him. “Personal space?”

“That doesn’t smell like a woman’s shampoo…” He went back in for another sniff.

“Quit it, freak!” You rolled away from him.

“What’s happening?” A third voice had joined you all, right on time. Jisung was at your desk, cup of coffee in hand.

“Nothing, Jisung.” You threw on a bright smile, scooting back up to your desk. “What can I do for you?”

“I-I just uhm, I wanted to say good morning. And I brought you some coffee.” He offered the cup out to you.

“Aw, thanks,” you said sincerely, then looked down at your own cup on your desk regretfully. “But I already got some.”

His face fell. “O-Oh. I guess I’ll—”

“Hold on, Jisung!” Donghyuck stopped him from leaving, hopping off your desk. Jisung froze in place as your coworker grabbed his arm. First, he took the coffee from his hand and set it on the ledge behind your monitor, then he grabbed your boyfriend’s collar and yanked him down to take a deep whiff of his hair. Jisung yelped at the rough treatment, arms flailing until Hyuck let him go, giving him a loud slap on the shoulder. “That’s all. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Lunch later?” Jeno offered to him. “All four of us.”

“S-Sure,” he looked at you and blushed before hurrying away.

You crossed your arms as you glared at Hyuck. “You literally just assaulted him.”

“And you—” He pointed at you dramatically, “—slept with him again. That’s his shampoo that I was smelling on you.”

“I think my extracurriculars are none of your business.”

“Mm, Jisung’s more of a co-curricular, don’t you think?”

Jeno snickered.

“I think it’s still none of your business.”

“This wasn’t the plan, Y/N.”

“I did your stupid plan, Hyuck. Why are you so obsessed with Jisung’s sex life? Is it because you’re not getting any?” You taunted.

“Nice attempt to deflect, but the plan was to get him to stop being strung along by that other girl. Not for you to start stringing him along.”

“You make me sound like an evil witch.”

“So you’re serious about Jisung then?” Hyuck gasped mockingly. “Adorable. Gonna be each other’s date to the holiday party? When are you meeting the parents? Have you picked a ring yet?”

You bit down on your lip and looked at your lap to avoid laughing, which he thankfully seemed to interpret as guilt on your part.

“Exactly as I thought,” he said smugly.

“The puppy love thing is cute now, but it’s probably best for working together in the long run to just let him down easy sooner,” Jeno gave some surprisingly wise advice through a half-eaten Hershey’s kiss.

Having composed yourself, you finally let out a contemplative, resigned sigh. “Yeah, you guys are probably right.”

“Always are,” Hyuck tsked.

Lunch was honestly kind of fun—It felt like being a kid with a crush again, sneaking glances at Jisung, trying not to be too obvious about your flirting, and playing innocent when your coworkers would shoot you pointed looks every time Jisung did something totally head-over-heels for you.

Mid-afternoon, and Jisung was back at your desk. He had a few papers in his hand, some flimsy excuse of questions about the receipts he’d picked up last week, but really, you two were just talking. Discussing what to make for dinner, additions to the grocery list, what you were working on, little things.

The sound of a door opening caught your attention, and you looked over to see Mr. Suh coming out of his office. He’d just been on a phone conference, and had his empty coffee mug in his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Suh.” You sat up a little straighter. “Afternoon decaf?”

“Yep.” He lifted the mug in greeting as he walked by, heading for the breakroom.

“I’m going back to my cage with the other bookkeeping gremlins,” Jisung murmured. “Don’t want him to catch me still here when he gets back.”

“Laser beams aren’t going to come out of his eyes and incinerate you on the spot if he does, you know,” you giggled.

“How do you know?” He tapped your desk rhythmically, then mouthed, ‘See you later.’

You mouthed it back, contentedly watching him walk away. You were back to working on your reports when Mr. Suh returned from the break room. He drifted over to your desk, however, standing against the ledge conspiratorially.

“Was that the new kid in bookkeeping?” He asked lightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, Park Jisung,” you informed him. At your boss’ inquisitive lean forward, you gave a little more context, “He picked up those receipts last week and Hyuck ended up inviting him out for lunch with us.”

“He seems to be over here quite a bit recently.”

“We chitchat sometimes.” You paused, then widened your eyes. “Is that a problem? Nothing’s been late or anything, has it?”

He gave you his usual easy-going smile. “It’s fine, Y/N. Your work has been great as usual.”

“Okay, good.”

“Hi, baby,” Jisung greeted you brightly that evening from your usual meet-up place after work. If neither of you had to stay late, or had an errand to run after work, you would meet up outside a cornerstore a couple blocks away from the office.

“Hi, co-curricular,” you beamed back, leaning into the kiss he was pressing to your cheek.

He pulled away with an adorably confused pout on his face. You laughed, taking his arm in yours as you started down the sidewalks together, relaying your conversation with Hyuck and Jeno this morning.

“I don’t know what’s funnier, the idea of me genuinely ‘stringing you along’ or your new nickname,” you giggled, squeezing his arm.

“You already changed my phone contact, didn’t you?”

“I put a heart next to it!”

“The rumor has spread to bookkeeping, by the way.”

You blinked at him in mock surprise. “You guys have office gossip over there?”

“Yeah, we finally invented the wheel and have time to gossip now,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “Huang Renjun told me he heard Song Minji and Park Chaeyeon talking about it in the copy room.”

“That’s how it breached containment,” you tutted. Chaeyeon was from your department, but you knew she and Minji were office friends. She must have overheard it from your area—Hyuck wasn’t exactly the quietest man you knew, and there was no way your other coworkers hadn’t noticed Jisung’s frequent trips to your desk if Mr. Suh had.

“Uh-huh.”

“What exactly were they saying? Did Renjun tell you?”

“Some stuff he didn’t want to repeat about you—” He cleared his throat. “But mostly, he wanted to ask me what, if anything was true. I felt bad lying, I like Renjun.”

“Yeah, he was my favorite bookkeeping gremlin before you started.”

Jisung elbowed you, obviously offended. “I still did bookkeeping before I worked here! I just did it somewhere else!”

“He was my favorite at this company before you started. Better?”

“Much.” He smiled as you leaned in to kiss his nose. “I told him the rumors weren’t true.”

“That wasn’t a lie!” You reminded him emphatically. “We’re not just coworkers with benefits, or co-curriculars, or recently started secretly dating, or whatever!”

“I’m just glad we only have two more days of this.” He laced his fingers with yours. “I want to be able to have a picture of us on my desk, and talk about you to everyone, and show up and leave together.”

“Me too,” you agreed, fond smile on your lips as you approached your front door. “It’s been fun, but the best part will be when everyone knows you’re mine. For real.”

This was weird. You had been at work for thirty minutes and hadn’t seen nor heard Hyuck or Jeno. Maybe today would be normal for once. As soon as that idea had crossed your mind, they came beelining for your desk, and you knew that would be impossible.

“Good—” You couldn’t even get a friendly greeting out of your mouth, Donghyuck fully sitting on top of your keyboard, entering a bunch of random characters into the email you had been writing. “Uhm, you know, that email to Mr. Suh wasn’t important, actually…”

Yanking your keyboard out from under Hyuck, you deleted the gibberish and saved the draft email before setting it aside to deal with whatever was going on. You looked at your coworkers expectantly.

“Y/N…” Jeno surprisingly took the lead. “How did you go about letting Jisung down easy?”

You blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about? I just told him we should keep it professional and not see each other anymore…? And that was it.”

“And how did he take it?”

“Fine?” You glanced between their extremely serious demeanors with increasing worry. “Why? What’s going on?”

“We just had to comfort a crying Jisung in the men’s room for the past thirty minutes, that’s what’s going on!” Hyuck finally hissed. “I don’t think your easy is very easy!”

You leaned away from him in utter shock. That was definitely not part of the plan today, and now you were genuinely worried about why your boyfriend was apparently crying in the men’s room—he definitely wasn’t a good enough actor to do that on the spot.

“Woah, I didn’t—”

“Well, you did.”

“You don’t get to pin all the blame on me here,” you shot back immediately. “Whose stupid fucking plan was it for me to sleep with him in the first place anyway? If I recall, you never found him crying in the bathroom with his last girl that you were so concerned over.”

“You diverted from the plan and he got attached!”

“Okay, it’s everyone’s fault!” Jeno cut in decisively.

“What’s everyone’s fault?” Mr. Suh stopped by your desk, briefcase in hand as he had just gotten into the office. “There’s been an awful lot of whispering going on over here. Something I should know about?”

“No, Mr. Suh!” Hyuck chirped brightly. “Lunch plans fell through, we’re just rescheduling.”

Your boss looked at you skeptically, waiting for confirmation. You nodded hurriedly. “Yeah, lunch plans.”

“Alright.” He shrugged. “There’s a good sandwich place a block over. If you’re looking for recommendations.”

And with that, he went into his office.

Turning back to Hyuck and Jeno, you whispered, “I swear to God, I wasn’t expecting him to be crying. Okay?”

“We’re being a little harsh on you,” Jeno admitted quietly. “We should all just leave Jisung alone, I think.”

He took a candy out of your bowl and departed your desk without another word. Hyuck followed, still shaking his head. You quickly brought your phone out, immediately texting Jisung.

[you: BABY SOS]

He texted back immediately

[co-curricular 🩷: IM HERE]

[co-curricular 🩷: WHAT’S WRONG????]

[you: im fine but are YOU okay?!]

[you: jeno and hyuck told me they found you crying in the bathroom]

[co-curricular 🩷: oh nonono im okay baby i promise]

[co-curricular 🩷: im in the copy room, can you come so i can explain?]

[you: omw]

You hurried from your desk to the copy room, relieved to find it devoid of any coworkers except Jisung, who was attending to a copy machine, placing documents on the glass, closing the lid, and copying them in a steady rhythm.

“Sungie,” you breathed out in relief, darting over to him, needing to see his face for yourself.

“Hey, baby, hey,” he said soothingly, letting you wrap an arm around his waist and lean into him affectionately. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

You stepped back, cognizant of the fact that any of your coworkers could enter at any moment. “So what were Hyuck and Jeno talking about then?”

“When we got in this morning, the temperature change from the cold air outside to the heat inside the building was making my eyes water and my nose run,” he explained, gesturing to his face. “I went to take care of it in the bathroom. Donghyuck and Jeno ran into me while I was cleaning myself up and assumed I had been crying. Nothing I said could convince them otherwise, and they of course also assumed it was connected to their advice to you to let me down easy. So I played along. I know it wasn’t part of the plan, but I couldn’t get them to let it go.”

“I was almost feeling bad about lying to them, but they do this to themselves.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall next to his copy machine. Your tone softened as you added, “I’m really happy you’re okay, Sungie.”

“I’m happy you checked on me so quick, baby.” He smiled, taking a step closer to peck your forehead. He lowered his voice to say, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmured, looking up at him, fighting the urge to just grab his suit jacket and kiss him. “Lunch later?”

His nose wrinkled with distaste. “Are Hyuck and Jeno coming too?”

“Just us? At home?”

“Oh?”

“I miss you.”

He nodded. “I miss you too.”

It was finally Friday, finally the day of the office holiday party. You just had to survive work and lay the last couple breadcrumbs, then it would all be over tonight.

You were making your morning cup of coffee in the breakroom with Hyuck and Jeno, and went to engage them in conversation. “Are you guys bringing anyone to the party tonight?”

“Nah.” Hyuck poured his own cup.

“You’re not beating the ‘no bitches’ allegations.” You clicked your tongue.

“I think it’s a bit weird to bring someone you’re not like… properly dating to a work event and introduce them to your coworkers,” Jeno answered, rooting through the employee fridge.

“So that’s a no?”

“Correct,” he mimicked your taunting tone of voice.

Jisung, who had been quietly measuring out sugar into his own cup of coffee at a far counter, apart from your conversation physically but definitely within earshot, inserted himself then, “I’m bringing a date.”

Jeno hit his head on a shelf in the fridge. “Shit—! Huh?”

“You are?!” Hyuck blinked at him, utterly shocked.

You slowly turned around to face Jisung, cocking your head. “Oh, me too.”

“Since when?!” Hyuck snorted.

“Just because I didn’t tell you about it doesn’t mean I haven’t had one,” you hissed.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Jisung nodded, and you saw the corner of his lips twitch, ever-so-slightly, too small for anybody who didn’t know him as well as you to catch. “Guess I’ll see you and your date tonight, then.”

“Same. You, as well.” You nodded curtly, watching him pivot on his heel and stride out of the breakroom.

“You don’t have a fucking date,” Hyuck stated dryly as soon as he was no longer in eyesight.

“That was hard to watch,” Jeno said, opening a Tupperware of food that definitely had somebody else’s name on it.

“And neither does he,” Hyuck continued, pointing to the doorway that Jisung had disappeared through. “No way he’s found somebody in a day. Unless…” He looked at Jeno with alarm. “Oh no. You don’t think…?”

Jeno squinted. “What?”

“What if he brings his toxic situationship to get back at Y/N?” Hyuck gasped. He then turned to you, “Look, I guess I can see if Mark’s free tonight—”

“No,” you cut him off firmly. “I’ve already got someone in mind.”

“So beautiful, baby,” Jisung murmured, taking one of your hands and kissing your knuckles.

“Hey, I’m trying to fix your tie clip,” you laughed, pulling your hand back from him to continue adjusting his tie clip that had gone askew thanks to his seatbelt.

The two of you were standing outside the venue of the office holiday party. You were fashionably late, as part of the plan. You had to make sure Hyuck and Jeno were already there, so they could see you arrive together, wearing your coordinated outfits. Jisung’s tie was of course a complimentary shade of the color of your dress—not too matchy-matchy like kids at a grade school formal, but clearly together, not accidental.

“There.” You smoothed out the lapels of his suit jacket, smiling up at him. “So handsome.”

He kissed your cheek. “Thank you.”

“Are you ready?”

“More than.” He grinned, lacing his fingers with yours.

Walking in, instrumental Christmas music was playing over the speakers and a steady hum of conversation filled the room. There were a few familiar faces near the front, but nobody you were overly friendly with. You grabbed Jisung’s shoulder for support as you went to talk to him over the din of the crowd. He hunched over slightly to listen to you better, holding you steady with a hand on your hip.

“Want to get a drink first?” You suggested.

“Sure,” he agreed, keeping his hand on your lower back as you moved through the sea of people.

There was a special cocktail for the night, ‘Mistletoe While You Work,’ which you ordered out of curiosity. Once it was in your hand, you took a sip, and you were pleasantly surprised. Not too sweet, and you couldn’t taste the liquor at all.

“Hey, baby,” you smirked, holding your glass up between yours and Jisung’s faces. “Uh-oh, we’re under mistletoe… kinda.”

Jisung laughed, and you put the glass down to watch his face crinkle up and his nose scrunch in all its adorable glory. “Mm, hard to argue with that.”

You were still smiling as you pressed your lips to his in a short but sweet kiss. He kept you close when you broke apart, an arm still wound around your waist.

“Uhm, Merry fucking Christmas to you guys, too,” Hyuck announced himself, standing off to the side, his own drink in hand and Jeno of course with him.

“Oh, hey guys,” you greeted them nonchalantly. “Merry Christmas.”

“What happened to your dates?” Jeno cut right to the chase.

You and Jisung pointed to each other, making nearly identical faces as if you were oblivious to why Jeno and Hyuck were confused.

Hyuck started buffering as he tried to process the situation. “What…?”

“We’ve been together this whole time,” you finally put them out of their misery, watching as their jaws dropped simultaneously.

“Since before I interviewed, actually,” your boyfriend added.

“Over a year, to be exact.”

“You guys are sick in the head,” Hyuck jabbed an accusatory finger at you both.

“Who was making a whole convoluted plan for me to sleep with one of our coworkers that you barely knew?” You immediately fired back. “You’re lucky we did this instead of reporting you to HR.”

Jeno quickly threw on a wide smile, clapping Jisung on the shoulder. “You fit in great here, Jisung.”

“Glad to have you on the team.” Hyuck went to hug Jisung, making him stiffen up at the unexpected affection. Your coworker then gestured to both of you, putting a hand over his chest. “You two are so adorable together. What a great couple. I’ve said that from the beginning, right, Jeno?”

“You thought they would’ve had awful chemistry.”

“Would it kill you to back me up for once?” Hyuck turned his ire on your other coworker.

Mr. Suh walked up to the bar then, putting his order in with the bartender before greeting you all. “Ah, hello, everyone. Merry Christmas.”

A chorus of hellos and Merry Christmases rang out in response.

“Was Mr. Suh in on it?” Jeno asked you.

“Whatever ‘it’ was, no, but now I wish I was,” Mr. Suh answered, clearly intrigued by this conversation.

“Y/N and Jisung are dating!” Hyuck immediately tattled, and you rolled your eyes at his childish tone.

“There’s nothing against the rules,” your boss said calmly. Then, he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Especially if the relationship predates one of you working here.”

You and Jisung exchanged a surprised look, making Mr. Suh laugh.

“Okay, I had a hunch, but that was the confirmation I needed,” he chuckled. “When I’d see Jisung at Y/N’s desk alone, I don’t know—you two seemed way more comfortable around each other than two people who had only talked for the first time a week ago. No matter how much you liked each other.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Hyuck gawped.

“It didn’t seem like any of my business.”

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weinq · 4 months ago

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kiss me thru the phone

idol!anton x reader synopsis: After a concert, Anton texts you late at night. Despite the distance and time difference, a sleepy FaceTime call turns into a tender moment of love, laughter, and longing. genre: fluff, angst if you squint (?) word count: 1.1k authors note: i wanted to make this very angsty and fluff but this is what i’ve got for now. also, I haven't stopped staring at the pictures / videos of Anton from this live, he looks soo good huhuhu~ not proof read! masterlist

It was well past midnight when Anton finally made it back to the hotel; the pulse of the concert was still thrumming in his veins.

He sank into the chair, the weight of the day pressing down on him. Reaching for his phone, he unlocked it and instinctively scrolled to your messages. A smile curled at his lips as he read the texts you had sent earlier. Normally, Anton was glued to his phone, constantly keeping you in the loop. But as the tour stretched on, each stop had become more demanding, leaving him with fewer moments to share with you. He wished he could do more, but tonight, at least, he had this.

y/n: Have fun out there, rockstar~! y/n: Text me when you get back tho :)

A soft laugh escaped his lips. There was a warmth in your messages that Anton couldn’t ignore. He glanced at the city clock on his lock screen—it was already dawn where you were. He knew you would probably be up soon, starting your day. Despite the time difference, a little part of him hopes that you would be awake as he types out a response.

anton: Just got back to the hotel, baby. anton: I’ll shower and go to bed. anton: I hope you slept well.

anton: Good morning, baby.

He paused for a moment before hitting send, knowing you’d likely still be asleep. He added the last message felt like a gesture of warmth, something to hold onto until you woke up. Not expecting an immediate reply, he set his phone down on the table and headed for the shower, his mind still lingering on you.

As Anton adjusted the shower's temperature, steam began to swirl in the air, enveloping the room in warmth. He stood there, waiting for the water to reach the right heat, his mind drifting. The quiet was interrupted by the sharp ping of his phone— “A message at this hour?” He paused, momentarily distracted. Anton wondered if it was one of the older group members sneaking out for a late-night snack, or maybe a work-related message? But his gut told him it was something else entirely.

He stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, drawn to the glow of his phone. He glances at the notification on his phone, which to his surprise, it was yours. You had responded. His heart picked up a little as he stared at your message, a grin spreading across his face. Instinctively, his thumbs moved to type, eager to reply.

anton: Why are you awake at this hour? 🤨

He hit send and leaned back, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The minutes seemed to stretch as he waited, anticipation thick in the air. Moments later, your reply lit up his screen.

y/n: I couldn’t really sleep. :( I kept thinking about you, and then… I saw you in my dreams.

Anton’s heart skipped at the thought of you dreaming about him, his smile widening. He paused for a bit, before sending the next message.

Anton’s heart swelled at the thought of you dreaming about him. He couldn’t help but smile wider, warmth spreading through him. He hated how far away you were, how much he longed to be with you at that moment. His fingers hovered over the screen, a deep pull in his chest urging him to reach out.

anton: If you’ve got time now, lovely, do you want to FaceTime for a bit?

He hit send, the words feeling almost too easy to say—too simple, but exactly what he needed. He missed you more than he’d admit, and hearing your voice was the closest thing to being with you. You responded with a call, and Anton picked up in a heartbeat.

“Hello, baby,” Anton said softly, his voice warm as he gazed at your sleepy, yet smiling face. His heart tugged at the sight of you, so close yet so far away.

“Hi,” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep, still caught in the haze of dreams.

Anton couldn’t help but smile as he set his phone down on the desk and leaned back in his chair. “How’s your morning?” he asked, his voice laced with affection.

“Hmm, not bad,” you replied, rubbing your eyes as you tried to fully wake up. “I’m just trying to shake off the sleepiness, though.” Then you yawned, your voice quieter. “How was the show?”

Anton let out a tired sigh, leaning back further in his chair. “Honestly, I’m kinda exhausted,” he confessed. “The tour’s really starting to catch up to me. But when I’m on stage... it’s like I forget everything. I love performing.” He paused, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. “I wish you could’ve been there today. Wonbin hyung played this sick solo on his bass. It was incredible. Briize lost their minds—one of them almost fell over the barrier.”

You laughed softly, the sound warm and soothing. “That sounds crazy. I hope she’s okay, though.”

“Mhm, yeah. Wonbin hyung went down to check on her while greeting the fans in the front row,” Anton said, his tone lightening a little.

There was a brief pause as you stretched your arms, making yourself more comfortable. “I think I’ve got a busy day ahead of me,” you said, your voice quiet. “Well, maybe not too busy. I have a work meeting first, and after that, I’m meeting Yumi and Jia for coffee.”

Anton nodded attentively, but his mind couldn’t quite shake the thought of you being so far away. He listened to you excitedly talk about your plans, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion that weighed on him.

After you finished, the conversation fell into a comfortable silence—one that didn’t need to be filled. Just hearing each other’s presence was enough, even if it wasn’t the same as being together.

“Anton?” you said quietly, breaking the silence, your voice softer now.

“Yeah?” His voice was gentle, full of warmth as he leaned closer to the screen, his heart tight in his chest.

“I miss you,” you whispered, almost as if you were afraid to say it out loud.

Anton’s heart skipped, a soft smile spreading across his face. The ache of longing was palpable, yet his love for you flooded in, making the distance feel even harder. “I miss you too, y/nie,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes stayed locked on yours, as though he could reach through the screen and hold you. “I wish I could kiss you right now. God, I really do.” His words were shy, vulnerable, but filled with such longing.

You smiled, your eyes locking with his. For a moment, it felt as if you were just a breath away, close enough to close the distance. “Kiss me through the phone” you whispered teasing him with the lyrics of the song, your voice barely above a breath, the sadness of missing him wrapping around your playful words.

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weinq · 4 months ago

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M A S T E R L I S T

⌨️: 4 works

key: 𝜗𝜚 - fluff | ☂︎ - angst | ☆ - suggestive

ateez

English Affair | jeong yunho 𝜗𝜚☆

✎ᝰ. in which jeong yunho finds himself singing an NDA

p1harmony

Lost in the Club | hwang intak 𝜗𝜚

✎ᝰ. in which hwang intak finds strangely finds comfort and companionship in the club

riize

Save Me Again | park wonbin ☂︎

✎ᝰ. Y/N always comes when Wonbin calls, even when she knows it’s a bad idea. But when a night of parties and drunken confessions forces her to confront the truth about their tangled relationship, she has to decide: is she just his "saviour", or is she something more?

Kiss Me Thru The Phone | lee anton 𝜗𝜚

✎ᝰ. After a concert, Anton texts you late at night. Despite the distance and time difference, a sleepy FaceTime call turns into a tender moment of love, laughter, and longing.

Paper Cuts | jung sungchan 𝜗𝜚

✎ᝰ. A bad day, a paper cut, and a pile of useless bandaids. just when it feels like the universe is against you, your boyfriend shows up to turn it all around.

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weinq · 5 months ago

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Save Me Again

wonbin x fem!reader synopsis: Y/N always comes when Wonbin calls, even when she knows it’s a bad idea. But when a night of parties and drunken confessions forces her to confront the truth about their tangled relationship, she has to decide: is she just his "saviour", or is she something more? genre: angst! kinda sorta situationship au? friends au! Seunghan and Anton appearance! drunk wonbin! w.c: 3.1k authors note: I wanted to make this very angsty and a situationship au but I don't really like it :( Not proof read, happy reading!!! masterlist

Y/N stared at her ceiling, the faint glow of her fairy lights casting soft shadows across the room. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the candle she’d lit earlier, but the scent did little to calm her nerves. Her phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with another text from Wonbin.

Wonbin: where are you :((

She groaned, tossing the phone onto her bed. The screen landed face-up, illuminating the pile of clothes she’d tried on and discarded earlier. She shouldn’t go. She didn’t know anyone at this party except for Wonbin, and she knew how these nights always ended—with her playing the role of the responsible one, the one who made sure Wonbin didn’t drink too much or do something stupid.

But then she remembered how he’d looked at her earlier, begging her to attend the party with him. She could picture his face, those pleading chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to make her melt. Her resolve crumbled, and she’d muttered a response along the lines of, “I’ll think about it.” But the way Wonbin had smiled told her he’d taken it as encouragement, and that he wasn’t going to give up.

Hence, the reason she was still lying on her bed, fully dressed but unable to bring herself to walk out the door.

Her phone buzzed again.

Wonbin: should I come over?

Pursing her lips, Y/N typed a quick response.

Y/N: i’m omw

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, then grabbed her keys and headed for the door.

The night air was cool against her skin as she stepped outside, the faint hum of the city in the distance. She paused for a moment, staring up at the stars, and wondered why she always let him do this to her.

Because you can’t say no to him, a voice in her head whispered. You never could.

She sighed as she waited for her uber to arrive, the familiar ache in her chest growing heavier with every second that passed.

The party was in full swing when Y/N arrived, the bass from the music vibrating through the floorboards. She hovered near the entrance, scanning the room for Wonbin.

It didn’t take long for her to spot him. Wonbin stood in the corner of the room with his friends—Seunghan and Anton, a few familiar faces she recognised. His arm was slung around someone’s shoulders, his head thrown back in laughter. A girl, pretty and confident, leaned into him, her hand resting lightly on his chest. The two shared a laugh, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the girl had said to make Wonbin laugh like that.

Her stomach twisted. She told herself it was nothing, that Wonbin was just being Wonbin—friendly, charming, always the life of the party.

But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her last week, his gaze lingering a little too long as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he’d said, his voice soft, almost reverent. She always felt pretty in Wonbin’s presence. He had this way of making her feel like the most special girl in the world.

Now, standing near the entrance and looking at the scene before her, Y/N felt completely out of place. She shook her head, trying to push the memory away. They were just friends. That’s all they’d ever been.

But as she watched him laugh with the girl, a foreign feeling settled in her chest—sharp and aching, like a knife twisting slowly. Jealousy.

Why? she thought, clenching her fists. Why does it even matter?

But it did matter. Because it was Wonbin, and he had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room, like she was special. And now, seeing him with someone else, she realised how much she’d come to rely on that feeling.

Y/N turned away, her chest tightening as she made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a drink she didn’t really want and leaned against the counter, trying to steady her breathing. She shouldn’t have come. She knew she shouldn’t have come.

“Y/N?” a voice called, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She looked up to see Seunghan walking toward her, a half-empty cup in his hand. He smiled, his eyes lighting up with surprise. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “I just got here.”

Seunghan nodded, refilling his drink from the punch bowl on the counter. “It’s good to see you. You don’t come to these things often.”

“Not really my scene,” she admitted, swirling the liquid in her cup. He chuckled. “Fair enough. Neither is it mine, but…” He gestured toward the living room, where Wonbin’s laughter echoed above the music. “You know how it is.”

Y/N followed his gaze, her stomach twisting as she caught sight of Wonbin again. He was still talking to the girl, his arm now draped casually over the back of the couch. Seunghan noticed her expression and hesitated. “Do you want me to take you to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

She shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

Seunghan studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before nodding. “Alright. Well, we’ll be around if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, watching as he walked back toward the living room.

As soon as he was gone, she downed the rest of her drink in one go, the burn of the liquor doing little to ease the ache in her chest. She was about to pour herself another when a familiar voice called her name.

“Y/N!”

She froze, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she turned to see Wonbin weaving his way through the crowd toward her, his cheeks flushed and his smile wide.

“Y/N!” Wonbin called again, his voice louder this time. He stumbled slightly as he reached her, his hand landing on her shoulder to steady himself. “You came!” He said as he embraced her in his arms. She forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yeah, I came.”

He pulled back with a grin on his face, his eyes glassy but warm. “I knew you would. You always do.”

His words sent a pang through her chest, but she pushed it aside. “You’ve had a lot to drink,” she said, gently removing his hand from her shoulder. Wonbin shrugged, leaning against the counter. “Maybe. But I’m happy. You’re here.”

Y/N looked away, her stomach churning. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“Wanna head out for a bit?” Wonbin asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I know this isn’t really your scene.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

His face lit up, and before she could second-guess herself, he reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. Her heart raced at the contact, but she didn’t pull away.

He led her through the crowd and out the door, the cool night air hitting her face as they stepped outside. The noise of the party faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of the city and the distant chirping of crickets.

Wonbin didn’t let go of her hand as they walked down the driveway, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. It was a small gesture, but it made her chest ache in the best way.

“You okay?” he asked after a moment, glancing at her.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… needed some air.” He nodded, his expression softening. “I get that. Parties can be a lot.”

They sat in silence for a while, the tension between them palpable but not uncomfortable. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way Wonbin kept glancing at her, his eyes lingering a little too long before he looked away.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “I know you didn’t want to, but… it means a lot that you’re here.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Of course,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. “I’ll always come if you need me.”

Wonbin smiled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” She looked away, her cheeks warming. “Someone has to be.”

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar, and Y/N felt a flicker of happiness despite everything. This was the Wonbin she loved—the one who made her feel seen, the one who could make her laugh even when her heart was heavy.

The golden light of the lamp casted a soft glow over them. Wonbin turned to face her, his free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” he said, his voice quiet but sincere. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. “You’ve told me that before.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile. “It’s still true.” She couldn’t help the soft smile that crept up on her face, not when he was flashing that pretty smile of his that made her heart melt right after he called her pretty.

For a moment, they just stood there, the world around them fading away. Y/N’s heart was pounding, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. Not when he was looking at her like that, like she was the only person in the world who mattered.

The sound of the front door opening pulled them out of the moment, and Y/N quickly stepped back, her hand slipping out of Wonbin’s.

“There you are!” a voice called, and Y/N turned to see the girl from earlier walking toward them, a drink in hand. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Wonbin glanced at Y/N, his expression unreadable, before turning to the girl with a smile. “Yeah, just needed some air.”

The girl laughed, looping her arm through his. “Well, come back inside. The party’s not the same without you.” The girl pulled Wonbin up, and dragged him inside.

Y/N’s stomach twisted as she watched them walk away, Wonbin’s hand slipping from hers completely. She stood there for a moment, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her skin, before taking a deep breath and following them inside.

Y/N followed Wonbin and the girl back inside, the noise of the party hitting her like a wall. She lingered near the doorway, unsure of what to do next, when Seunghan and Anton appeared at her side.

“Hey,” Seunghan said, his tone apologetic. “You okay? I know this isn’t really your thing.” Anton nodded, giving her a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, we’re sorry if it’s too much. Parties can be… a lot.” Y/N forced a smile, grateful for their concern. “I’m fine, really. J-just needed a minute to adjust.”

The three of them fell into easy conversation, Seunghan and Anton doing their best to keep her entertained. They talked about everything and nothing—work, music, the latest drama at their favourite café.

“So,” Seunghan said, leaning against the wall with a grin, “Did you hear about what happened at the café last week?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, grateful for the distraction. “No, what happened?”

Anton groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, don’t even get me started. It was a mess.” Seunghan laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Okay, so you know how Yuri always works the morning shift, right? Well, apparently, she and Sohee got into this huge argument because he kept messing up the orders.”

“Wait, Sohee?” Y/N asked, trying to keep up. “The guy who always wears the beanie?”

“The one and only,” Seunghan said, nodding. “Anyway, Yuri was this close to throwing a latte at him. I’m talking full-on drama. Customers were staring and everything.” Anton shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “It was so bad. Manager had to step in and send them both home for the day.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her chest easing slightly. “Wow, I can’t believe I missed that. Sounds like it was a show.”

“Oh, it was,” Seunghan said, grinning. “But honestly, I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time. Remember when I spilled that entire tray of iced coffees?”

“How could I forget?” Anton said, rolling his eyes. “You were mopping the floor for, like, an hour.”

“Hey, it was slippery!” Seunghan protested, throwing his hands up in mock defence.

Y/N laughed, the sound genuine for the first time that night. For a moment, she almost forgot about the ache in her chest.

Almost. But then she glanced across the room and saw Wonbin and the girl joining a group of people at the beer pong table. The girl was laughing, her hand resting on Wonbin’s arm as she leaned in to say something. Wonbin grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“You good?” Seunghan asked, following her gaze. “Yeah,” Y/N said quickly, tearing her eyes away. “Just… zoning out, I guess.” Seunghan and Anton exchanged a look but didn’t press her. Instead, they kept the conversation light, their easy banter helping to distract her—at least for a little while.

But no matter how hard she tried, Y/N couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting back to Wonbin. He was in his element, loud and carefree, the centre of attention. And every time the girl touched his arm or leaned in to whisper something, Y/N felt that sharp, aching jealousy all over again.

As the laughter from their café story faded, Y/N’s eyes drifted back to Wonbin. He was still at the beer pong table, his movements more exaggerated and unsteady as the night wore on. The girl was still by his side, her laughter ringing out as she leaned in to say something that made him throw his head back in amusement.

Y/N’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to look away. She didn’t want to seem like she was staring, even though every fibre of her being was screaming to march over there and pull him away.

“You sure you’re okay?” Anton asked, his voice softer now, more concerned. “Yeah,” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “Just… tired, I guess.”

Seunghan nodded in understanding, though his expression suggested he didn’t entirely believe her. “Well, if you need anything, let us know. We’ve got your back.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two boys exchanged another glance before excusing themselves to grab more drinks, leaving Y/N alone in the crowded room. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her eyes kept drifting back to Wonbin.

He was laughing again, his arm slung casually around the girl’s shoulders as they celebrated a win at beer pong. Y/N’s stomach churned, and she quickly turned away, deciding she needed another drink—or maybe just an excuse to leave.

But before she could move, Wonbin stumbled away from the table, his steps wobbly as he made his way toward her. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glassy, and Y/N’s heart sank as she realised just how drunk he was.

“Y/Nie!” he called, his voice loud and slightly slurred. “There you are!” She forced a smile as he reached her, his hand landing heavily on her shoulder. “Hey, Bin. Having fun?”

“So much fun,” he said, grinning widely. “But it’s better now that I hear next to you.” Y/N’s chest ached at his words, but she pushed the feeling aside. “You’ve had a lot to drink,” she said gently. “Maybe it’s time to call it a night.”

Wonbin pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in a way that would’ve been endearing if it didn’t make her heart hurt. “But the party’s just getting started!”

“For you, maybe,” Y/N said, her tone light but firm. “But I think you’ve had enough.”

He stared at her for a moment, his expression softening. “You’re always looking out for me, huh?”

“Someone has to,” she muttered, slipping her arm around his waist to steady him. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Y/N guided Wonbin out of the house, the cool night air hitting them as they stepped onto the porch. He leaned heavily on her, his arm slung over her shoulders as they made their way to the curb.

“You’re so good to me, Y/Nie,” he mumbled, his breath warm against her ear. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she pushed the feeling aside.

“Let’s just get you home, okay?”

She pulled out her phone and called an Uber, keeping one hand on Wonbin’s arm to steady him as they waited. When the car arrived, she helped him into the backseat, his head lolling against the window as he mumbled something incoherent.

The ride was quiet, the city lights blurring past as Y/N stared out the window, her mind racing. Wonbin’s words echoed in her head, “You’re so good to me” and she couldn’t help but wonder if he even realised what he was saying.

When they reached his apartment building, Y/N thanked the driver and helped Wonbin out of the car. He was unsteady on his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they made their way inside.

“Keys,” she said gently, holding out her hand. Wonbin fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling them out and dropping them into her palm. She unlocked the door and guided him inside. Her heart was pounding as she helped him to his bedroom, a space she’s been in often.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed,” she said, her voice soft as she eased him down onto the mattress. Wonbin groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her. “N/N,” he said, his voice slurred but warm. “You’re always taking care of me.”

“Mhm” she muttered in response, pulling the covers over him.

He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “Y/Nie, would you come save me again?” he asked, his words slow and deliberate. “You’re so good to me. I hope you’ll save me again.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t respond. She couldn’t. “Truthfully, Y/Nie,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, her hand still resting on the edge of the blanket as she stared down at Wonbin. His eyes were closed now, his breathing slow and even, and she wondered if he even realised what he’d just said.

Drunk, she told herself firmly. He’s drunk. He doesn’t mean it.

But a part of her, a small, hopeful part—couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he did.

With a sigh, she turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind her, her heart heavy as she made her way out of the apartment.

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