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Eric as my brother would be WILD! I feel like we would fight playfully like in the first part of the fic when he wakes me up and I'll dump a whole bucket of water to him the next time I wake him up! Also, I would take a thousand hours just to wake up. I sacrifice breakfast for sleeping so 😗✌️

Iodine, Livermorium, and Uranium

Pairing: College softie!Hyunjae x Eric's sister!reader

Genre: Contemporary college rom-com

Words: 4,8k

Warnings: Eric is your younger brother and he calls you Noona time to time, swear words, rats, Gen Z jokes, Kendrick and Drake drama, food (ice cream, barbecue, and rice), mentions of alcohol, you and Hyunjae are of same age, a lil suggestive in the end (??!!!), kissing [idek if some of these should be a warning, but i care if you get hurt by a fanfic i write, so imma just put it]

Inspired by: Hasan Minhaj (overall him as a comedian, artist, and a person), because he taught me how to be funnier than I was before all this.

Premise: When your brother, Eric, said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up.

Dedicated to Izzy @from-izzy who I kept reminding mysf of when I wanted to give up on this fic.

1st fic of 31st Alternate Universe by Ellie unlocked by Hyunjae.

[7:59 A.M]

Three knocks. All it took was three knocks on your wooden bedroom door to be prepared and put up a sleeping act.

"Y/N, first day of college! Wake up!" A kick on your door and a hyperactive male voice with volume boosted with megaphone almost shattered your eardrums.

Tense muscles rose your spine. Then, you looked at the kid in front of you with his "I love LA" shirt. In all honesty, you weren't prepared for that one.

"That was creative, I'll give you that..." You took a portion of your blanket to wrap yourself a fluffy cocoon of cotton.

"Creative? Dude, that was genius. World record on actually making half of your body get up at the least! You know you need a permit to use these?"

You looked at him with the most judgemental eyes you ever gave to anyone.

"You got a permit... just to wake me up?"

"...No, my firefighter friend did. I just borrowed it from him!"

"What if he got into trouble for your misuse?!"

"Relax! The fact that he gave it to me is already a misconduct... Now, it's third week of October..."

"So?" You groaned as you went back to your dream shell. The sight of your laziness rolled Eric's eyes, he turned the megaphone's volume to the maximum.

"So! Get yo ass out of bed, She-Who-My-Grandma-Compares-Me-With! First person to get the bathroom, gets all the hot water!"

All the melatonin in your brain disappeared in a snap of Thanos' finger. Every muscle strand in you responded within 0.01 second as you ran to the bathroom. Eric pulled your elbow to the back, causing you to lose balance for awhile. You took a sandal lying around somewhere, then threw it to his head. Unfortunately for you, as the sandal was in the air, the blond-haired Jerry to your Tom closed the bathroom behind him.

"Ugh!"

"I win!"

"Bleh, bleh, bleh... Whatever!"

You turned around, walking to your bedroom. Trying to construct new activities you should be doing for your first day in third year of university, but... let's just say it takes energy to think. Your usual routine was one hour of waking up, half an hour of breakfast, and breakfast while running. It was a decent routine, but you needed to keep them in order. You recalled yesterday when you brought a hot waffle to the bathroom, you let it cool down as you showered, and by the time you're finished you ate it. It invited a married rat couple who had many babies.

Yesterday? Hold on—

There was a screech coming from the door that got hit by the sandal.

"Uh... Noona? You can have the shower first... I'm in the mood to be nice today!"

"No, a deal's a deal..." Letting out an intentional maniac laugh, you were glad you can just use the guest bathroom (which was never the option because for some peculiar reason, the water was never hot.

"Fuck you!"

[8:43 A.M]

You accompanied your brother to the room they needed him and the rest of the first-year students. There was a third-year student volunteering to help out the first-years with their orientations and such, and you told Eric he could always go to them. The clock indicated it was almost the time you both needed to go your own ways. He looked back at you, as if shy to say something then he entered the room that hadn't close its doors.

You knew this habit of your brother's that somehow helped managing his anxiety a bit. Looking at an older sister figure seemed to ease him as if everything will be alright as long as you were there. You never really got an explicit expression of how good you are of a sister, but it was never about you when it comes to Eric. It was just about the fact that you helped him no matter if it was just by being there for him.

"Hey, Eric?" He already took two steps in the room, but your call turned him around.

"Yeah?"

"You're still ten centimeters shorter in my eyes..." Eric laughed at the insult that he disliked the most, but only if other people said it.

"And you are still screaming Justin Bieber's Baby lyrics with your brush in my eyes."

He approached you and you two did the sibling handshake that you both never made a mistake in for years.

"Don't forget to drive a sister home at 2:30, okay?"

"Won't!"

[3:16 P.M]

Unlocking the flat you shared with your little brother with the cold keys, you sighed as you entered the place. Eric promised to take you home, but you just got off the taxi and paid what could be the price of a fast food meal. You sensed danger when you heard, what you made up as, two males talking... and laughing. You hoped it was Eric, but their voices weren't the high-pitched and hyperactive kind. They were talking about... Drake?

"Oh hi, Noo—" POW!

Whether it was your reflexes that didn't even let him finish the word that could have make you (and his forehead) feel at ease or the fact that Eric was just unwise to be behind you while you were in your flight-or-fight mode... nobody knows.

"What'd you do that for?!" He screeched as he held his forehead.

He went to the mirror near the door, one that he installed for "fashion" purposes.

"Look at this! I got a sole with a Nike logo printed on my head!"

You didn't really care about how much it hurt as he was speaking about it. You went to the living room at started your own lecture on how ditching on one's sister is not nice. You didn't even introduce yourself to the two guys who were looking at you, not knowing what to do.

"Like dude, where were you?! I texted you and called you, but apparently you were inviting two strangers to talk about that Hotline Bling dude! Also who invites a stranger home— did you forget that you were almost kidnapped because you didn't listen to Mom's stranger danger lecture—"

"Y/N, there is a pint of Cookies and Cream ice cream next to the ice cubes in the freeze—" You smiled instantly and ran excitedly to the freezer.

The two 'strangers' were left agape that it took you food to earn your silence.

"Hotline Bling dude is crazy..." One of the two guys with a chiseled face and thin lips, laughed as you approach them.

"Moon Kevin, right? Second-year student? Photography?" He nodded with a chill attitude.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The other boy with a face with racoon features took the remote and continued the fanmade lyric video from Youtube that they left paused as everybody sat with their snacks in hand.

As they exclaimed "Owww!" at the rap punchlines, you noticed how quick the three clicked. How they sounded like longtime best friends reunited. You shook your head at their silliness as you watched the video in silence. At least you were in peace knowing that Eric would be in fate's good hands.

[5:37 P.M. | Week 3]

Okay... maybe you spoke too soon. You were not in peace. Especially, since everyday they would come over to the flat. Something about the way Eric socializes decreased your social battery when you didn't even know who these kids were. Last week, Eric invited three more strangers to crash 'his' place, they were all your juniors! Not to mention, famous juniors! Not only that, they watched NBA games and F1 races at night, occupying your house like a public facility whenever they can.

You were in the couch, invited to watch along, but you kept your lips shut, since these boys were rowdy and you weren't into basketball. Right now, they were challenging themselves to watch the game with water in their mouth and whoever spit it out first had to pay all their part of the dinner your bank account.

Your phone indicated a message coming in with a vibrate.

Biological 'Buy 1 Get 1' : Y/N. Hyunjae said he wanted to come here, is that okay?

You turned your head to Eric, bewildered.

"You invited five people who I still struggle to name without warning and my knowledge, but... sure I guess!"

You went back to your meal and you swore you saw three Singapore fountains living.

"Oww! You see that, Reggie?"

"I see that!"

"You see that—"

"I see—"

"Beast dunk by the man, Lebron James! Y'all, Miami game night is getting really hot tonight! Take a look at that jump in your ESPN replay—"

"HOLY SHIT, I ALMOST DROWNED!"

"YOU SPAT FIRST!

You just knew the next thing they would do is to fight for no reason, and blame it all on Chanhee (He didn't even participate to the challenge, but Sunwoo would gaslight the guy to pay if Chanhee 'really loves' his friends. That kid really had to thank God, Chanhee really loves them and is an aristocrat's son).

As you reach for more popcorn, the electronic doorbell rang. Eric parkoured from where he sat to the door (a habit you learned he had whenever he's excited).

As he came back, he brought two bags with McDonald's logo.

"Delivery man?" Your brother laughed at squirell guy's question (you hoped his name was Changmin).

"Nope. The snack himself." There was another man behind him.

A soft-gazed guy with a tall fitted figure, broad shoulders and carefully-crafted cheekbones. Oh yeah, this snack needs a warning...

"Hyunjae in the house!"

You really tried your best not to stare too much that night.

[8:14 A.M | Week 4]

"I knew it!" You shut your locker door and saw your brother looking at you with excitement.

"What do you want?" He ignored your rolling eyes.

You walked to the end of the hallway, thinking that Eric was following you. Your feet halt as it detected loneliness by the lack of Eric shadowing behind. Turning around, eyebrows united... you dropped your neck a little, expressing the face of a person left hanging by an Eric, who was looking at you with a smirk and a knowing look.

"So?! What do you know?!"

He took a few steps to you, then he said.

"You know I'm good in chemistry, right?"

"You have 23 exes and you cried when each time you broke up. What do you mean?"

"NOT THAT KIND OF CHEMISTRY—"

"Ohhhh... right... Ms. Choi gave you an AP class for Chemistry back in high school when you blew up a project... Wouldn't that make you eligible to skip 2 years in Chemistry for your Bachelor's?" Eric clapped his hand together.

"Ditto! Now... The dean had let me skip two years as long as I've done two weeks of pre-requisites, so here I am, stuck with your second class of the day, I'll be in Chair 16!" He turned around and ran to the indoor field as he saw Younghoon, a fellow third-year who happened to be your math tutoring student.

"You left me hanging, again?!" You knew that pain in the ass could hear you from afar, but he pretended not to hear by closing his ears as he ran and disappeared.

"Fucking dickhead..."

You opened your phone which had your college schedule as its lock screen wallpaper. Second period will be with Professor Do in Chemistry.

[10:41 A.M]

Ever since the first week of the semester, the lab's door had a paper taped onto it, saying "Warning: harmful acid clean-up! No entry!" and a letter from the chancellor that, while the lab needed to go through some clean-up due to a very harsh acid spill accident, all students who wish to seek Chemistry credits need to go to the Classroom XI, a spare room unused, to attend lecture.

You were in the room approaching the front rows. It was a strategy to record professors lectures better and also to keep yourself visible when your professors take attendance. The memory of raising your hand and saying 'here' and still marked as absent when you chose to sat on Chair 52, two rows behind the student cluster, traumatized you as it almost made you fail the whole course. Thank god you could prove that you listened to the lecture, since most of the lecture weren't on your textbooks.

You saw that Chair 18 was occupied. Chair 16 and 17 were empty.

Letting your Converse shoes took pace, you let your blue backpack hug the shoulders of Chair 17. You then sat in the chair, imaginatively creating prank scenarios to perform human-made karmas on Eric for making you wait to long for what he wanted to say at locker hallways.

Oh, this going to be perfect...

You felt it from your peripheral senses that Eric was approaching the chair on your left. Putting an act of clueless human being, your hand reached to your phone on your left pocket slowly. As the kid beside you dragged the chair behind, he was about to give up his responsibility to bear his own weight to his chair... until the same hand you used to try reaching your phone went to the back of his chair quickly and pulled it.

"Ow!!" You were covering your face not to burst into explosion of loud giggles. Turning your head to the left, looking at the boy on the floor and you—

Oh shit— Eric what did you do?

You remembered Eric's jersey number for his basketball match back in high school, so you look at Chair 22 at the row behind your right. There he was smirking at you and waving. You gave him your panicked face; in response you received a shrug and 'not my problem' (judging from your poor lip-reading skills). You showed off your canine teeth and a middle finger.

"Let me guess..." Hyunjae stood up and fixed his chair, resting his pained butt on it.

"I'm—" Your face were burning hot like a stove, probably red like a tomato by now.

"A friend set you up, because you want to get into my pants. So, you pulled my chair..." It was like the world had a hand on your mouth for a second. You chuckled nervously.

"First of all, not exactly. My bitch brother, Eric, said he'll sit here."

"Eric is your brother?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you were his girlfriend back in his house..." You faked a vomiting gesture. He laughed a little at you with a small smile.

"Back to the topic. Second... Is the 'pulling your chair' trick famous or something? You didn't seem surprised." He looked at you, mouth agape in bewilderment.

"You're not up to date with the famous students here, are you?" You probably looked silly right now, but your eyebrows were probably like a great horned owl.

"Should I be?" He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head while smiling.

"No, no! It's fine! It's famous, because I do that prank to all of my friends. Let's just say, it became a strategy for girls to get closer to me when I started being friends with kids like Juyeon, Changmin, and... your brother."

"The hell you mean my brother's famous?" Hyunjae raised his chin at Eric's direction.

"Judge for yourself."

As you look back at Chair 22, the two chairs on its left and right were seated by girls who were twirling their hair and touching his bicep. On the other hand, he kept looking at his phone screen while ignoring them.

"Morning, students! I will introduce the molecular spectroscopy this week..." As Professor Do went on talking, his words fade away the moment you heard the big, dictionary-rich words.

"The only thing I like about molecules are the periodic table thing..." The guy next to you murmured.

"I don't even remember half of it..." You turned to him.

"You don't? So if I say you're Beryllium-Uranium-Titanium-Ful, you wouldn't have a clue?" You shook your head.

He smiled a little bit, yet you couldn't read what the intention was for.

[11:32 A.M]

You and Hyunjae tidied your belongings to your own backpacks, as everyone else did. All the urge to scream and knock some sense into your brother was still concealed in your chest. Now that you thought of it, a question tickled the back of your scalp.

"I'm confused though..." He looked at you with pursed lips.

"Yeah?"

"Why weren't you curious about the set up?" He tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not curious why my brother set me up with you?" Hyunjae let few chuckles escaped his lips.

"Judging by your answers... I believe, it was more likely he was trying to set me up with you." He started to walk to the door slowly, until his feet froze in the middle of it as he faced you again.

"And you know what? I'm pretty glad, honestly. See you tonight, Y/N." He walked away with another smile.

Your eyes were almost out of its sockets. Every nerve on your body was confused; whether they should be relaxed because the man was away, or they should still be tense by the fact that what he said just now didn't make sense? Honestly, you didn't know anymore.

You kept your eyes at Hyunjae as he kept going to the door, you saw that Eric was leaning on the door waiting for him. They both let their hand greet each other in their masculine manner. Then, Eric winked at you.

[7:18 P.M | Week 7]

There had been no lectures or assignments ever since Week 5 until Week 9. This was because it was yuletide. Eric kept gaining new friends and inviting more to your house. He had to keep a promise that he can only bring ten people to your house, as long he was responsible for having them as guests.

However, you gained a liking to his friends. They really were how you hoped Eric's friends to be; as funny as him, wouldn't make him feel alone like how he wouldn't to other people, and influenced him to try so many other things. So, the promise he made was still kept, but you don't mind if he couldn't keep it once or twice. Like sweeping up the floor at midnight after they went home? You don't mind doing it with him.

...Okay, maybe there was one more. Lee Hyunjae. That man kept inviting you to watch matches along, it was ridiculous! By now, you know which NBA stars belong in which team. He taught you how to play PlayStation games. Sometimes, all of you were there but only the two of were enjoying Resident Evil on the screen.

The second time you interacted with Hyunjae after you pulled his chair was after school when he went to your house together with you. You offered him a ride together with Eric, saving his 4,500 Won to go to your flat every day. From Week 4 to Week 5, the three of you had been doing carpool karaoke at noon.

From then on, little conversations and details mattered to Hyunjae. Once you mentioned that you love homemade popcorn and french fries. After that day, he came with a homemade popcorn and another day with french fries. Every detail about you that he caught were used as a weapon to unintentionally steal your heart.

He was... too nice for someone who was just Eric's friend in your life. Maybe that was why you decided to be involved when you were invited to watch a game together.

Now, it was 25th of December. None of the other ten boys went home to their hometown or families. It was a sad week for them all. They were homesick and so were you and Eric as you both missed your family in LA. Then, Sangyeon, who happened to be the only senior of yours that made it to this friend circle, said a Christmas dinner should sound nice.

So, there you all were, eating Samgyeop and the Saeng Galbi that you grilled. Everyone enjoying their Soju bottles with the rice accompanied by the smoky beef, laughing as you shared how Eric once was asked to be the guy to replace an injured baseball player, then going home and watched a baseball match with a man claiming to be the father of the injured, doing the service as a gratitude for Eric. Two months later, the man was on breaking news for car theft and being chased by the police for six hours straight.

After the dinner, everyone opened up their presents. You were given a few things by these boys, like a hat by Changmin with a note "I don't really know what you like, but Eric said your ears get numb when it snows. Thank you for letting us be a safe space to each other by letting us hang in your house every day! Must not be easy :("

You also got new headphones, because Haknyeon noticed your left Airpods was broken. For people who weren't exactly close, but always welcoming for you (because you welcomed them first), they were very considerate and caring.

You opened your gift from Hyunjae and there were three things there: a Chanel lipstick, a mistletoe, and a coupon for the arcade. You were worried for a second that the lipstick shade won't match you. You turned the case and read what the name of the shade was: '16 - Livermorium'

The thin coupon paper was almost see-through, you could see that there was a writing with a marker behind it.

Wanna bail? □ Yes □ No

You smiled widely at the words, you looked for Hyunjae as everyone was busy talking to each other, expressing their gratitude for the gifts received. You saw Hyunjae leaning near the vestibule, already looking at you. The grin in your face widened and you nodded. He smiled as you both stepped quietly out the room.

"Y/N! Thank you for the new jacket!! You don't know how much I wanted this kind—" Jacob was about to hug you but he noticed you and Hyunjae were taking your shoes to go outside quietly.

You both looked up at Jacob, frozen and you panicked a little. However, Jacob gave a gentle smile instead. He reached to his pocket and tossed Hyunjae his Kawasaki keys.

"Y'all go! I'll cover for you."

[7:49 P.M]

The two of you were in giggles as you scored thirty points in the timed basketball game, while Hyunjae scored more but since his hoop didn't detect the ball passing through, he was still at zero.

"I won!" He rolled his eyes while curving his lips to a crescent, exposing the white on his teeth and the red in his cheeks.

Suddenly, a light bulb was lit inside that wrinkly organ in your skull. You took a few steps to Hyunjae, looking up at him wearing the biggest smile.

"Hey, Hyunjae."

He looked at your eyes, hypnotized by those honey ambers. His own eyes gazing at you from your eyes to the corner of your lips. For one second, he was too drunk in you to even respond.

"Yeah?"

"You opened my gift yet?"

"Yeah... The perfume, right? How much did it cost?" He did not intervene with his eye contact that moved from your eyes to your lips to your eyes and your lips (on and on and on).

"127,900 Won. It's custom made, just like the lipstick you gave me."

He started to feel weak in this eye contact, as if about to give up and just kiss you already. His breath started to hitch and had no energy to do anything beyond whispering.

"Yeah? What did you pick for my custom perfume?"

"I gave the perfumer a sample of my shampoo, my own perfume, my lipstick, and the butter you use for the popcorn you make... because it smells like me." Hyunjae smirked at the sensual, yet the genuine loving manner.

"Is that it?" His right arm decided to hug your waist.

You swore that you almost lost all the shyness and the contemplation to kiss him right there right then. His left thumb reached your bottom lip, dragging to the end point of your chin.

"You want me to remember you with your scent?" It was your turn to blush and get drunk in his love.

You nodded with a shameless naughty smile. Then you let your chin rest on his chest as you looked up to his eyes like a puppy. His pupils began to dilate as he stared at your eyes like a king sitting on his throne looking down at a begging treasonist kissing his feet.

"I just want you overall..." You whispered as he chuckled.

"Mhmm? Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

Hyunjae noticed you took something from the pockets of your pants. It was the Chanel lipstick he gave you and the mistletoe. As you left a gap between you and him enough to put on the makeup in front of him, he took the mistletoe from your hands put it on top.

"Make my dreams come true, will you?"

"Oh what? Kissing you under the mistletoe like the Justin Bieber song you always play?" You both giggled, never letting each other's sights out of each other's sights.

"Not really... Kissing Y/N and nobody else but Y/N had always been the dream since the first time I saw you." You raised your eyebrows at him while smiling widely.

"...And my childhood 13-year-old dream that I had when I was hitting puberty." You couldn't stop smiling and laughing. You snaked your hand, holding the mistletoe with him.

"Gladly..."

You leaned in with the best slow, romantic pace you could ever think of to introduce the relationship for much more kisses to come. It felt like you woke up from the dandellion hills in the Garden of Eden. Felt so right as if nothing in life had ever wronged you. It felt like you flew out of your body, elevating to the outer space where you live among the stars, just floating.

You both gave yourselves some breaths to take in, letting some space between you both.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why a radioactive element, Livermorium?" He gave away the same giggles he had been having ever since he was with you in that arcade.

"I might memorize the periodic table, but I don't know what the chemical elements mean... I just like the way you can have a code to speak with when you have the periodic table." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

"So what is there to decipher?" He grinned at your cluelessness.

"Livermorium in short is Lv in Group 16 of the periodic table... familiar?" You looked at him wide-eyed as if starstruck at a Nobel Prize genius.

"Chair 16, Chemistry class... Lv short for the word Love?" He nodded proudly, enjoying the attention your eyes gave him.

"Corny, right?"

"Very!"

That night, he confessed that he would really like to be yours and he had never had anyone else (and didn't want to have) other than you in mind. It might look like it was too fast but the chemistry you both had spoke much for yourselves that actually, you were both ready.

From that moment on, the lipstick stained not only on your lips, but on his. He wore it so proud he wouldn't even wipe off the red-pinkish messy smears on his lower cheeks.

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written-letters-from-izzy · 10 days ago

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oh the heartbreak...the angst...the....TEARS-

but DON'T YOU WORRY! CHIP WON'T LET YOU GUYS CRY TO SLEEP WITH BROKEN HEARTS 🥹🫂 IT'S WORTH THE TEARS BECAUSE EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY, I PROMISE!!

Amnesia | syj

Pairing: childhood-friend!Eric x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst (happy ending), childhood-friends-to-lovers

Word count: 3k

Rating: pg-13

Type: oneshot

Warnings: kissing, pet names, time skip, they are very much idiots in love your honor, possible grammar mistakes, description of heartbreak, a bit suggestive, mentions of cheating, crying, worries

Networks: @deoboyznet 🤍

a/n: special thankies to my lovely @from-izzy for bearing with me through this <33

It was already summer outside—flowers blooming everywhere, sky painted in a radiant blue, and the rays of sunshine exuding a warmth that made your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin—yet the inside of your heart only knew the cold droplets of rain and the salty taste of tears—a projected result of your sadness.

You were three months away from your departure to Los Angeles, the place where you obtained a scholarship for the next year of university, after you noticed nothing worked your way anymore here. Your excuse of a relationship ended a few months ago after it proved to be a waste of your time as you unfortunately weren’t the only person in your ex partner’s life (and it shouldn’t have been such a big deal, because you were just trying to get over someone, yet the someone in question was the one to comfort you after you found out you were being cheated on). The café you worked at was suddenly closed due to your manager’s fraud, and your landlord decided she wanted to sell the apartment you were living in—hence, you were now crashing either Sunwoo’s or Eric’s place with tears on your face and a generous ice cream box in your lap. You practically couldn’t lose anything else; your world was already crashing as it was. You were one season away from starting a new life and forgetting every moment you lived here—if only Cupid didn’t have other plans for you.

“Yn, I got us the tickets!” Sunwoo said, flicking the three paper pieces in front of you as he handed you some tissues to wipe your tears—he assumed you couldn’t even see him clearly with the number of droplets sitting at the corner of your eyes.

You looked at him through heavy lids, giving him a small, though honest smile. He promised you he would get the three of you tickets to a summer festival you really wanted to go to, and despite losing faith in mostly everything, his little gesture made you smile.

“My friends managed to get ‘em too, so it’s gonna be around thirteen people, including me, you, and Eric,” he winked, making you frown.

Despite wanting to tell him not to plan anything stupid, you could only nod at his words, getting off the bed and going to give yourself a little refresh as you really felt horrible. For a moment, you wondered what made you agree to spend your summer like this—traveling with Sunwoo and Eric and creating memories that would probably haunt you in LA—but they were your childhood friends, and it was the least you could do for them before leaving. You remembered the way Eric cried for two days straight when you told him you were leaving, the memory making you chuckle as much as it pained your heart. The two boys held a very special place in your heart, especially Eric, as he was your partner in crime, your kindergarten boyfriend, and the guy you literally promised to marry if you two weren’t dating anyone by your twenties. What made you leave when you had him?

You never believed he was actually being for real when he told you he would risk it all for you.

You and Eric were aware of your feelings for each other, but the pressure of losing everything that bloomed between the two of you made you choose to remain friends, despite wanting nothing more than to kiss each other every time you met. You thought you were doing great, being in love with your ex and slowly forgetting about him—yet your past relationship did nothing but push you back into the arms of the man you were trying to run from.

Eric didn’t handle it any better than you—he spent nights crying every time he saw the love your eyes held, knowing damn well that love wasn’t meant for him. He’s sure he could do better than hurt the love of his life ever since he was a kid—yet the fear of losing you completely made him say yes to your proposal of being only friends. And what now? He was going to lose you anyway—and instead of being happy whenever he saw you, his eyes held nothing but regret and sorrow.

The festival was in a week, but the boys and their friends decided that a longer stay at the seaside wouldn’t hurt anybody—hence you were stepping into the summer house you all rented for about two weeks. You and Sunwoo were almost the last to arrive, leaving later than everybody else so that, according to his wise words, you two won’t seem too desperate to be there. He quickly introduced you to his friends—Hyunjae, Sangyeon and Jacob, who you were pretty familiar with as they were your seniors in university. Also, Jacob, Chanhee, and Changmin, whom you accidentally saw in Sunwoo’s apartment while you were FaceTiming him when he needed company for the sleepover preparations. Juyeon, Kevin and Younghoon were totally new faces for you. That made only twelve of you though, but you supposed the last one was on his way.

“So you are the unpopular friend who’s leaving for Los Angeles, right?” Sangyeon approached you with a friendly smile, watching you nod at him.

“Stop mentioning it, for God’s sake! Eric is gonna cry if he hears this one more time,” Sunwoo sighed, warning the boys in advance.

“Eric is not here yet though,” Hyunjae replied, flashing you the same friendly smile.

“Why is he taking so long?” Sunwoo whined, wanting to finally have everyone settled down so he could rest.

A pang of worry nibbled at the back of your mind as you feared the boy could have gotten into an accident or something, the others noticing your change of demeanour as well. Younghoon opened his mouth to say something, but when the door opened, revealing the handsome black-haired boy, he gave up quickly and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re finally here!” Sunwoo squealed, not even letting the poor boy take his shoes off as he went to hug him.

As much as Eric seemed to go into Sunwoo’s direction, arms open to receive his hug, he walked right past the now shocked boy, hugging you tight.

“Sorry for taking so long. The queue at the store was crazy,” he smiled innocently, one arm still looped around your waist as he pointed to the supplies he had bought.

“Oh, by the way,” Haknyeon started, an innocent smile on his face, “Since you guys were the last to make it here, we already chose our rooms, so the three of you are going to share the biggest one.”

Sunwoo let out an exasperated sigh as he took his luggage, going straight to your assigned room. Eric looked at you and shrugged defensively, hiding his happiness when you rolled your eyes, aiming for your luggage, not expecting him to do the same thing. The moment you felt his skin on yours, you looked down immediately to see your hands touching, both holding on the handle of your luggage for dear life.

“Sorry, I—I thought you might need some help with this,” he said quickly, and you slowly let go of the luggage, watching him take both yours and his baggage effortlessly into your room.

You swore you could see a hint of blush on his cheeks, and to be fair, you were scared of your image as the butterflies in your stomach started dancing again.

A few hours passed, which meant everyone had time to rest and freshen up. You were slowly rocking yourself on the swing outside, the cold breeze of the wind making you shiver as you wore a floral summer dress. You wanted to go back and dress in something warmer when you felt a warm material on your shoulders, looking behind you to see Eric cover you with his blouse, a small smile adorning his face.

“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?” Eric asked, sitting next to you on the swing, making it move lightly.

You, you wanted to say, but you chose to gulp the word away and look at the sunset instead: “Nothing in particular.”

You adore Eric. You think it was bound to happen at one point, but you wanted to curse at yourself for how stupid you were. The what ifs floating inside of your mind were driving you crazy, always thinking of what could have been if you had just gone with the flow and dated Eric. You were also wondering why he kept pinning after you when he was supposed to hate you—but he was different. He was the one who took care of you, letting you cry on his shoulder and stain his shirts with your pain as he struggled to hold his own tears, constantly telling you that you were strong and that you deserved so much better. You and Eric were always attached at the hip, leaving everyone who didn’t know you speechless when you told him you were, in fact, not dating.

On the other side, Eric was overwhelmed. He was so consumed by how to make things work, walking on barbed wire as he counted the days ‘till your departure. You two were idiots in love who chose to give your love to other people instead of admitting you had feelings for each other—but it was the cruel reality he had to get used to.

“I’m cold, but I don’t want to go inside yet,” you mumbled, and you immediately felt Eric’s hands wrap around your waist, making you prop yourself up on his chest.

And oh, how happy you were you weren’t facing him, because you didn’t want him to see your crimson painted cheeks and the way a smile made its way on your face.

“Chanhee asked me if we were dating,” he chuckled bitterly, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

In fact, talking to Chanhee and Changmin might have led a path for him, he was just waiting for the right moment…

During the trip, all you and Eric did was become closer under the witnessing eyes of everyone else. The day of the festival was finally there, and you had just finished getting yourself ready when Sunwoo knocked at your door.

“You look pretty,” he smiled softly, hoping you could see yourself the same way he and Eric did. “Eric’s done too, so you two can wait for us on the swing.”

You gave him a short hug and made your way downstairs, watching as Eric kept arranging his hair in the mirror and announcing your presence with a giggle.

“Hi, handsome,” you said, going behind him and fixing a rebel strand of his hair.

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, his boba eyes a bit bigger than usual as he waited for your answer.

Instead of giving him a straight answer, you kissed his cheek. “Eric, let’s date.”

The poor boy choked. Was his hearing deceveing him?

“What has gotten into you?”

“I’ve been thinking about this for too long, Eric. We denied our love for so long, and I’m gonna leave soon anyway. Let’s make it work for just these three months. Let’s see what this season has for us.”

You said all of that in one breath, pausing to catch it as you let Eric digest what you just told him, though all you got was silence.

“Eric, of course, only if you still like me—”

You were interrupted by a pair of soft lips on yours. He kissed you delicately, one hand going to your waist while the other made its way to your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb as he pulled you closer. He wanted to remember how your lips tasted, how they felt against his—he didn’t want to forget you. It felt crazy to agree to this, feeling like he was signing for his death sentence at his own risk, blown away by your cruelty—but he enjoyed the thrill. Because, maybe he was destined to spend only one season with you, disguising his pain into happiness just to be able to call you his. Even if it was for a short time.

“We are read—oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you heard Kevin scream as the first thing he saw was your kissing session, giving you a reality check as you pushed Eric away.

The night of the festival was one of the most beautiful moments you have ever experienced. You kissed Eric under the fireworks, the loud EDM music cheering on the two of you along with the ten boys (because, apparently, everyone noticed your affinity for each other). You danced together, and it made you feel happier than you’ve ever been in any of your past relationships. It also made you sad because why now when it was too late and you would have to leave him behind along with all the memories, forcing yourself into an unwanted amnesia.

“Are you okay, pretty girl?” he raised his voice so he could be heard through the loud music, making you nod and kiss his cheek.

Maybe you just had to let loose; have your last moments of glory before you would leave everything behind.

That summer was both the most precious and the most heartbreaking one, all at once. You and Eric visited Paris together, celebrating your love as you shared sweet kisses in front of the Eiffel Tower. You sealed your love lock against the Pont des Arts, celebrating the relationship you ran from for so long. You spent your nights laughing on the balcony of your hotel rooms (until your neighbours started complaining that you were bothering their sleep), talking until you could feel the rays of sunshine rise above you, kissing until both of you would be left with no air, becoming each other’s oxygen.

All these memories were bringing tears to your eyes as you were waiting for your departure, counting the minutes ‘till you had to leave the airport and soon enough, the country.

It has been six months since you broke off any contact with your friends, with him. You tried your best to get over him, but you just couldn’t. The guilt of not even telling them when you would leave so they could bid their goodbye to you was pressing painfully at your heart—and you were quite sure this wasn’t what your new life was supposed to be. Your non-stop overthinking must have led you to the most impulsive thoughts, even begging for a wonder that would make you forget it all and ease your pain—but, pushed by the longing of the memories you simply couldn’t forget, you took your laptop and started browsing the net.

Eric still found himself crying in Sunwoo’s arms, wondering why you had to leave like that, why you had to cut him off, even after he swore he could make it work for you. Maybe he was stupid for believing that a summer spent with you would give him the closure that he needed—because it only left a deep wound in his heart as all he could think about was you. He would find himself whispering your name in his sleep, his hands naturally searching for your body so that he could hug you—but it was all in vain.

“Someone’s at the door, I’ll be right back. Wipe your nose,” Sunwoo said softly to his friend, patting his back as Eric nodded and took the napkin from his friend’s hand.

The eldest let out a high-pitched scream as he saw who was in front of his door, dropping everything to welcome the special guest properly.

“Sohn Youngjae, come downstairs! NOW!” He commanded, and Eric felt a piercing pain in his ears at the older’s scream.

He was sure he looked way too bad to be in everyone’s proximity right now—but when he saw you standing in front of the door, dragging your luggage after you, he forgot about it all.

“Remember me?” you asked innocently, looking at Eric with tears in your eyes.

He came straight to you and hugged you tight, making you wrap your legs around his waist before he started spinning the both of you, tears streaming down both your and his face.

“Did you really come back?” he asked, pressing your foreheads together, lips hovering over yours just enough to tease you.

“Guess I couldn’t leave you, after all.”

You still didn’t know how his heart could hold so much kindness—you were expecting him to not even want to see you, yet, despite all the pain you caused each other, you were in each other’s arms again. You pressed your lips against his, bringing him closer to you by his nape as he found himself melting at the touch. He deepened the kiss (forgetting about Sunwoo, who was pretty bamboozled at the sight), squeezing your hips and tilting your heads so that he could taste all of you after so much time.

“Guys, I am still—” Sunwoo tried to remind you, but Eric raised one hand to prevent the older one from talking. “And to think I was wiping his nose earlier…” he sighs defeatedly, watching as Eric took the two of you upstairs, still holding you close to him.

It took you long enough to realise that home was in your boyfriend’s arms, holding enough power to stitch your wounds and heal them with his love for you. The memories were holding onto you for dear life, your forced amnesia having nothing on you as the only place that could bring you happiness was where your hearts united, sealing a relationship full of love, floating around you wherever you were.

#the boyz x reader #eric sohn x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 26 days ago

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supporting gill!! check this out!!

YOUR MAIL ARRIVED! boynextdoor

pairings — boynextdoor x reader

genre — romance, fluff, angst

warnings — THERE WILL BE hurtful angst in some of these. And also some of these could be seen as stalking? Depends on your pov tbh..

notes — another title of this fic is ‘bnd and the type of letters they would give’

more works: navigation | bnd!masterlist

PARK SUNGHO | a letter from your significant other

He’s the type to give you letters alongside a bouquet of flowers, never alone. He’d be too shy to do it before you dated, but after seeing your eyes light up whenever you got a short note with your flowers, even if it’s just a ‘to [reader]’, his messages will get longer and longer until it was too much for a card to hold and enough for an envelope to send. Sungho’s a big, big yapper—so just know that his paragraphs will be long and filled with his perfume so you’d be reminded of him when you read it. If he can, he’d be with you as you read it aloud, loving your reaction and the way you flush at his sweet words. If you’d believe it—then I’d claim that he’s sweeter in literary comms than he is in verbal communication. Perhaps because he gets too shy when saying it aloud, often hit by cringe on the reality of the sugary words he’s put together—but in letters he can say whatever, whenever. He has absolutely ❌ shame, and he doesn’t regret it at all, especially when he sees how shy you get when you read his words.

MYUNG JAEHYUN | a letter of regret

Jaehyun and you would have had a break because you both were so busy that it’d make you take your frustrations out on each other. It wasn’t healthy and you needed time apart, so you practically block him so you wouldn’t get tempted to text him again. Jaehyun, of course, didn’t know the reason behind it and lowkey cried about it. After complaining to his members a million times about how he misses you, Woonhak piped up with a question that made the cork in his mind rotate. “Why don’t you just send her a letter or email then? It’s not like texting is the only way of communicating..”—wait, why haven’t he thought of that?! The idea excites him so much and he feels like he could kiss Woonhak for his brilliance. The letter is quite simple, consisting of the usual ‘please take me back’, ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘I still love you so much’ with a generous spoonful of ‘please’s— oh who am I kidding it’s going to be full of the pleases. Gets so emotional he lowkey shed a few tears onto the letter. Whatever works to get you back, you know? Sure enough, when you got the letter with a box of chocolates, the block button cancelled not long after.

LEE SANGHYEOK | a letter of confession

Your confession wouldn’t be an unknown event. Riwoo would ask the whole group to sit with him and advice him on what to write in the confession letter. Taesan would tell him to be direct, whereas Woonhak and Jaehyun would tell him to be overly sweet. Leehan would mention to add his perfume, and Sungho would tell him to be truthful. To say whatever comes in his heart. After a long day and many motivational speeches for Riwoo to build courage in confessing, the letter—his masterpiece—is finished. The next time he meets with you, he’s planned the whole thing. From taking you to lunch, then bringing you to get coffee in a cafe while he gets dessert, and finally bringing you to a park for a stroll. Somehow he finds the best spot ever and it’s cheesy, straight out of a novel. The wind blows and the sunset shines in favor of the both of you as he shyly says another dad joke while his hand itches to the letter weighing heavily in his pocket the whole hangout. You laugh at his jokes as always, and finally—he hands you the letter—eyes cast and ears burning as he awaits your answer.

HAN DONGMIN | a letter to the deceased

I think that Taesan’s the type to write songs about you more than he does letters, so he doesn’t ever think about writing a letter for you. He’s not the best with saying what he feels, so it’s easier to him to write songs about you that just—describes you? If that makes sense. (Like his personal thoughts are different from describing you in his eyes bc it’s not so vulnerable on his end.) He’s too shy to actually open himself vulnerably, so the only time he actually writes you a heartfelt letter is when (only in this scenario okay! I pray for everyone’s health 🙏) his significant other passed. Too deep into sorrows and regrets, his members tell him to write to you about his feelings as a coping mechanism. And for once, Taesan’s love isn’t loud and is so deeply personal. He wishes he did this when you were still with him, but alas, he can’t change anything other than the increasing papers stacked in his drawer—just waiting to be read to you in your grave.

KIM DONGHYUN | a letter just because

Leehan’s the type to wake up one day and just feel like being romantic, ykwim? Like one day he feels more euphoric than ever; the kids (fishes) look prettier, the blue walls look brighter, and the thought of you sends his stomach into a bunch of flowers. He makes his mind right then and there that he’d write you a letter. The usual I miss you and I’m so grateful for you with a bunch of hearts near your name—heck, the whole letter’s filled with his heart drawings and it kinda looks like a teenage notebook ‘he will like me back’ ritual. He then ends the letter and practically skips off to wherever you are. Thing is, he’s not the type to give it to you directly. He’d hide it in your bag and then giggle as he waits for you to realize. When you do, you’d find it so cute of him and smother him in kisses (ik i would 😛) and he’d giggle so hard.

KIM WOONHAK | a letter in your locker

It’s a giddy thing with Woonhak. Coming back from lunch break with your friends to your classroom to get your PE uniform in the lockers. Only—an envelope sits awkwardly on top of your uniform, it’s position telling you that it was definitely put inside through the narrow peephole of your locker. On the envelope, there’s only one word: your name. Your friends freak out, and you flush at the attention given. They crowd around you, teasing you as they urge you to open it quickly. Who’s it from? What does it say? Do you have a secret boyfriend? Oh! I’m so jealous right now!— your friends rap out questions as you hurriedly open the letter. Inside, there’s only a short sentence: “Your hair looks pretty today, [reader].” There’s no name, and the thrill of it makes your friends go mad with conspiracies on your secret admirer. If it was possible, you blushed a deeper red. If only they knew you’ve clicked the pieces together; after all, how could you forget your desk-mate’s handwriting when you see it everyday?

TAGLIST: @ja4hyvn @flwoie @sulkygyu @xiaoderrrr @ineedaherosavemeenow @lonewolfjinji @teddywonss @taerae-verse @bbangbies @Ize325

NETWORKS: @k-labels @onedoornet

#boynextdoor x reader

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CRYING IN THE CLUB ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ I THINK THESE ARE SO ACCURATE VIX 🥰 love haechan and jeno's one the most HEHE 🥳

hi vixy! i miss you sm 😞🫶 being here is just not the same when i'm not interacting w/ you (ノ_＜。) and im here in your inbox for a request!

remember when i always gush about your use of endearments? atm, im craving for a hc fic of 7dreamies using their favorite endearment/petname/nickname for reader >< i absolutely think that they have their own ways and the oddest yet the most endearing nicknames for their special ppl and i think about it everytime i read your fics bcuz there is that kind of spice of it in your works (*^-^) and i love it ^^

i hope you're doing well, love! have a great day (人´ｴ`*)♪

xoxo, wynnie.

7dream's nicknames for their partners nct dream x f!reader

genres fluff, established relationship warnings feminine pet names used, quasi-suggestive but not really ( renjun ) author's note omg not the love letter in my inbox !!! love u 5ever wynnie . sorry the bulletpoints are kinda short, i tried to make up for it in the mini-fics ! ty for the request + i hope u like it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

a very simple, casual guy

babe, dude (romantically), my girl

he can’t even tease you when you tell him it gives you butterflies because he’s the exact same way, giggling into his hand and turning away to hide his silly grin from you

call him dude though? he’ll be sulky until the next day (as if, he melts into a puddle with just one kiss)

“dude,” mark calls out from the hallway, still unsure where everything is still, being your first sleepover. “have you seen my charger? i don’t know where i left it.” “i dunno, man. you should ask your girlfriend.” “wow…” he extends the word in between laughter. he shuffles in his slides back into the bedroom, doubling over your body laying comfortably under sheets. “you are my girlfriend.” “nuh-uh. i’m your dude. your bro. your homeslice.” you over-emphasize the last word, flicking your tongue like a snake. “more like my homewife.” he giggles, reaching up to peck your lips. “that was terrible.” “come on! that’s worth at least half a point.” “negative eight thousand points.”

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

my love, darling, sweetheart

in my heart of hearts i view huang renjun as the definition of a romantic

maybe he won’t have diamond necklaces for you every date night, but he always makes sure to show his love in the small, important things

he has your favorite snack for when you get home, changes the bedsheets when you forget to, and refills the soap bottles in the bathroom before you even notice you’re running low

“you took care of the dishes.” renjun jumps in his seat, not even hearing when you came in. “i did.” he turns from his canvas to look at you, smiling as you’re already wrapping your arms around his waist. “how was your day, my love?” “exhausting. you are the sexiest man alive, you know that?” you mumble into his hair. “for washing dishes?” “so hot.” you nod, squeezing him tighter. “gee, thanks,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to scratch your head. “how about a bath? wash away all that exhaustion.” “join me?” you pout. “of course, darling.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

doll, baby, babydoll

you are a living, breathing doll to him and everyone needs to know!!!!!

he forgets he’s literally mr. ferragamo sometimes and just stares at you with super heart eyes like:

wow (ෆ人ෆ) that’s my baby

“what about this one?” you spin in to give jeno a 360. “i really liked it in the store but i’m not so sure about it now.” “you’re the prettiest girl ever, doll.” jeno sits with his legs spread, his hands in the middle holding the edge of the chair he sits on. “pretty, pretty, pretty.” “thank you, jen.” you look at him. “but i’m asking about the clothes. i don’t know if this shade suits me! or maybe it’s the texture of the clothes? actually, it might be the material.” “everything suits you. if it doesn’t, it’s because the designer was stupid. you’re the pinnacle of fashion, babydoll.” “you’re silly.” you giggle, walking toward him to dig your fingers into the back of his hair. “you don’t think i should return it?” “absolutely not. you look great in red, baby.” “this is white, jen.” “whatever. gimme a kiss.”

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

baby, sunshine, sweetheart (derogatory)

outsiders looking in eavesdropping on your conversations don’t know if you’re about to bite each other heads off or make out against the wall

what else could you expect from haechan ‘dating is so boring, let's be best friend and act like in a relationship’ lee

you feel a dark energy looming over your shoulder, as you often have since saying yes to your first date with hyuck. you continue to feel it as your card taps on the reader, beeping happily at the successful payment, unaware of the incoming chaos. “oh heck yeah! thanks for the food, sis!” haechan’s hand sneaks around to hold the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. he only squeals like an anime girl as your hands slide up to push him away and turn to the cashier, apologizing profusely and failing to convince them that you’re not, in fact, related. “thanks for treating me, sweetheart.” “hey siri, search shooting ranges near me.” “wait, baby no-”

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

lovey, princess, my muse

fun fact: he loves being called prince. having matchy matchy names makes his heart full and gives his life purpose (his words)

i put those three down but honestly, it really depends on the day. he’s constantly making new ones every single hour

he sees you in the flowers growing in the cracks in the sidewalk (‘petal’), in the songs of the birds outside (‘birdy’), in that one painting he saw back in a museum in italy (‘angel’)

“oh wait, i like these!” you swipe through some candid photos jaemin took of you of a trip you two took a while back on his phone. “how come you didn’t send me these?” “if i sent you every picture i took of you you would think i’m a crazed stalker.” “i know you are and i still love you.” you smile at him before turning back to the phone screen. “urgh. you’re always changing my name in your contacts. what is it now?” “munchy.” “munchy?” you stare at him with your eyes furrowed, having turned in slow motion as if you heard him wrong. “that was the name of one of the tortoises we saw at the zoo. he was so cute. it reminded me of you when you eat pasta. so you’re munchy.” “…okay, jaem. thanks, i think.”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

babe, dollface, beautiful

surprisingly, not a big petname user. not at first at least

but one time he clocked you getting pouty and in your head and learned that you liked being called sweet things other than your name.

“what’s wrong with your name? i like your name, dollface.” you can see something switch inside of his mind. “mmm, okay. i’ll try.”

“i miss you…” even through the phone, chenle can’t help but smile at your voice. “please don’t die.” “i’m at the grocery store for ice cream you asked for, dollface. i’m not gonna die.” “what if you get hit by a car?” you sniffle, hormones overwhelming you. “i’ll survive.” “how do you know?” “i just do. you should know by now i’m superman, babe.” “fly home, le. wanna cuddle.” “don’t threaten me with a good time.” he chuckles, phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he places your ice cream—and a couple other things he thought you might appreciate—on the counter to be rung up. “stay put, beautiful. i’m coming.”

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

babe, dude, pretty (used EXCLUSIVELY behind closed doors)

bro gets embarrassed just breathing air, you think he’s gonna have the guts to be cheesy with you in public?

even calling you babe in public has him with his voice lowered.

it’s really counteractive considering being so shy about things brings only more attention to him from his friends

“could you pass me my phone?” jisung’s request flies over your head as the group conversation is alive and well around you. “babe,” he mutters, finally getting your attention. “can you pass me my phone?” in good 7dream fashion, all the boys ‘ooh’ at him, haechan and mark fangirling obnoxiously. “baby darling sugarplum angelface!” donghyuck mocks, laughing at jisung holding his head in his hands, being consoled by your rubbing his back. “could you pass me my phone, my darling sweetheart pookiebear cupcake?”

author's note i fear i'm running out of themes for fic headers !!!!! why was i not blessed with the moodboard bone all my other lovely mutuals have D:

#nct dream x reader

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MWHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEH THIS IS STILL SO CUTE ZANNA 🥰 THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUNWOO!!

genre fluff , f2l , sunwoo x fem!reader cw none wc 155 (it's atrociously short but i struggle to write for sunwoo sm <//3) request yes note last timestamp request is done!!! ty again to everyone who sent in ppl for me to write for i think we successfully revived my blog !! net @kstrucknet @deoboyznet

22:07 . . . “Stop walking so fast! You know I have short legs!” you yelled, jogging to catch up to your best friend— no, as of today, he was your boyfriend.

The thought still made you giddy; enough for you to pinch your arm in case it really was a dream. Your smile grew even bigger when you felt the slight sting from your pinched fingers and were reminded once again that it wasn’t.

The crush you had kept hidden for years like your life depended on it had finally come out tonight. Instead of the dread that you had anticipated, you were over the moon. And most importantly, no longer single. Sunwoo held out his hand, biting back the smile on his face. Your hand slipped into his like a puzzle piece and the little squeeze you gave his hand caused his smile to break free on his face. He was so, so in love with you.

the boyz taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @blossominghunnie,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,, @lecheugo,, @seunghancore,, @bananabubble,, @cupidslovearrows,, @yudaies,, @gong-fourz,, @arafilez,, @raevyng,, @loserlvrss,, @lexeees,, @cupidslovearrows,, @i03jae,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @tmrwsuns

#the boyz x reader #sunwoo x reader

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I- ARGHHDJDKDJDJDD 😭😭😭💗 my heart is fluttering so bad ESP with that last bit

hi idk if you’re taking requests but could i get she fell first but he fell harder type of ordeal with haechan? reader really likes him & doesn’t mind showing it, but haechan brushes her off, she finally takes a hint, but he actually liked it, he was just flustered but now that she’s stopped he’s realized he’s in deep with her and doesn’t want her to stop??

intro : dreamscape

𖠚 warnings: they’re baking cookies, haechan calls reader “pretty,” multiple times, other than that quite fluffy i think!!!!

𖠚 synop: haechan doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you do something about it. you don’t intend to make him want you, but, hey, you’re not complaining.

𖠚 pairing: fem!reader x downbad!haechan

𖠚 w.c: 725

𖠚 a/n: hiii anon!!!! i am taking requests ><!!! i hope you like this :33 i love this trope (plus any cheesy trope in general tbh) sm….. this was also sm fun to write, so i hope it’s as fun to read!!!!

you’ve been friends with haechan since highschool. although, only a few months ago did you start to realize that you honestly have some pretty deep feelings for him.

you were never one to really hide your feelings, you made jokes and sarcastic remarks about how you felt towards haechan multiple times before, but usually he just brushed it off or made a flirty but clearly friend-zoning joke back. you had even flat out told him you liked him one time, and he just replied back, “who wouldn’t like someone like me?” so, you felt he established your place pretty clearly.

until recently.

recently, haechan had started to be more… clingy. it was in small ways, asking you to come over more often, letting his hand brush against yours if you both reached for something, pulling away at the last millisecond, and he even started making teasing remarks towards you. so, today you decided to confront him.

not really confront him, he wasn’t a criminal or something, but you were curious where all this clingy nature came from so suddenly. today you were going over to his house, to make cookies and watch a movie, so it was all laid out for you, anyways.

you were currently working on the cookies together, music playing from haechan’s speaker in the background, a demo he had been working on. he was giving you the, “premium best friend preview privileges,” as he called it. you were busy cutting up the dough with the metal cookie-cutters you brought, which were in the shapes of leaves.

“here, let me do it,” haechan suddenly spoke up after fiddling with his phone to play the right song and connect to the bluetooth speaker. he walked over to you, gently moving you out of the way and taking the cookie-cutter from your hand. “don’t want you to get a cut on those pretty hands, do we?” he said, his voice having that signature flirty tone, although, it was too real. too genuine to just be a joke this time, the same way it had been sounding way too much recently.

“why have you been acting like that so much lately?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms across your chest.

he tilted his head at you a little bit, still cutting the cookies, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged. “what do you mean, pretty?” he replied, feigning innocence.

you put out your hands, holding them out just like how you held his heart so tightly without either of you even realizing it. “that!!!” you pointed a finger at him. “that tone!!!”

he shrugged, letting out a soft laugh. “i don’t know what you mean, i’m just being me.”

you rolled your eyes, huffing. “you do know what i mean, because you’re smiling. you do that when you lie,” you retorted.

he couldn’t help but feel a little, tiny bit of warmth in his chest that you even noticed that. he brushed that to the side for now, though. “i can’t be affectionate to my best friend?” he asked, drawing out the words at the end. as flirty as he was, he was so stubborn to admit it when actual feelings were behind the flirty comments and nicknames.

“you know that’s not what i mean.” you replied, your voice a little more serious now, “your voice has this, like… underlying tone. like i’m the most special thing in the world.” you said, as your voice got more serious, it also got quieter. it didn’t dawn on you how it would be a little odd to talk about this so directly. implying that someone has feelings for you is… nerve wracking, especially when there’s a huge chance they could just brush it off as nothing. “knock it off.” you added at the end, your voice back to a relatively normal volume, trying to add that lightheartedness back to the conversation at hand.

haechan let out a soft sigh. the sad thing was, he couldn’t say you were wrong. he placed down the cookie cutter, opening the oven and placing them in. “maybe you are the most special thing in the world,” he said, his voice quiet, thoughtful in it’s own way as he turned the dials on the stove to turn it on. “at least, in my world.”

#nct dream x reader #haechan x reader

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CRIES IN SINGLE BUT ALSO KICKING MY FEET HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-

A man that waits for you until the time is right in your life. I know a lot of people who say there is no right timing when it comes to dating, but person, I do think there's a right time. You don't necessarily have to fully heal from hardships that you have in your life currently, or date someone when you have zero problems in life (that's also quite hard to have in my opinion). But it's when you feel at peace despite all the things that life throws at you. I only want to be in a relationship when I'm ready for that, and I need a man that can understand that 🥹💖

A touch of Heaven

Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, right person, wrong time trope, a bit of angst, fluff, crack maybe?

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Yunho x reader (feat. the rest of Ateez, San x Y/n's best friend)

Warnings: parties, drinking, getting married in Vegas for fun (and as a joke), time-skip, a kiss, one pet name, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @ssaboala, @bluisheye93

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Beginning of college, 2019

Having all of your friends chant the same name every time you met to decide where to celebrate the beginning of another chapter of your lives was starting to give you a bit of a headache. Vegas here, Vegas there. It wasn't that the city didn't appeal to you; heck, you were as excited as them, but you were also scared—so many things could happen in one week, and you weren't usually the luckiest one when it came to stuff like this. You could even imagine yourself drunkenly marrying someone you hopefully won't ever see again, and though what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, that would remain tattooed on your heart as well. And despite your friends acknowledging your hesitation and saying that you should decide where to go, for the first time in a while, you agreed to go with the flow and see what was waiting for you there.

Said and done. Your little vacation in Vegas has started better than you would have expected; the first days were pretty chill, the rainy weather making you stay indoors more than not, which you enjoyed; you weren't quite a big fan of parties, so that was more than perfect for you, despite wanting to visit and see more of what the city had to offer.

The next few days though, were going to be the interesting ones. The beach was full of decorations for the upcoming party, the shy shadow of a moon settling itself on the sky. The sand was hugged by the blue waves of the sea, while your friends started to make conversations with the other late teenagers, wanting to have some fun. The atmosphere seemed to have a different effect on you, though—you find it quite suitable for you to reflect over your future, the comforting noise of the beach cleaning your mind; or at least intending to do so, unless you heard your name from your friend's loud voice.

"C'mon, Y/n, you can't stay here all night and do nothing. We came here to have fun…" Wooyoung said, a bit of anxiety in his voice as he feared you didn't feel good with their choice of coming here. "Is there something off?"

You smiled at him, making him relax a bit, though he wasn't entirely convinced that you were feeling it. "I'm fine, Woo. I was just thinking…"

You heard another voice coming from behind you, your other friend's arms patting your back softly.

"Y/n, the future is something you can worry about after this trip. You worked hard to get where you are now, so consider this your reward. Furthermore, I'm getting married tonight!"

Despite laughing at how determined she was to make her dream come true, her advice might have actually helped you a bit—so, on an impulse, you grabbed Wooyoung's hand and got up, grabbing a can of beer for yourself and going to the big crowd of people.

Later on, you forgot about whatever happened before you joined them. Everyone's jokes were getting the loudest laughter out of you, your tipsy nature showing already. More chaos was summoned the moment your friend chose to fake a marriage with a dimpled-smile boy for fun, getting you responsible for the rings, which you gladly accepted. And that's when plans changed for you—when, guided by your excitement, you ran into a tall man, his eyes shooting you a worried look immediately.

"Are you okay?" he asked, hand on your back to give you some support so you wouldn't fall.

The stars in his eyes made something sparkle inside of you as well, and knowing yourself and how you attach to people, this was what you feared the most before coming here.

"I'm fine…" you whispered, looking away from him as soon as you noticed him looking back.

"May I ask why you were in such a hurry?" he chuckled, moving his hand away from your back since he was scared that it would make you uncomfortable.

"My friends are getting married and I need to buy the ringssss!" you squealed, pointing your finger to the happy couple.

"San is marrying your friend?"

"The dimple guy is your friend?"

You two laughed together, an echo of innocent chuckles around you as you discovered a thing you two had in common.

"Let's go together, then." he smiled and offered you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted.

On your way to finding whatever would serve as two rings, you found out that his name was Yunho and he was the chill type as well, resembling you. They were there to celebrate San's birthday, so he was all around the place, hoping time would pass just a little faster. His other friend, Mingi, was a party lover since they knew him, and something about his attitude made Yeosang love them too after a few glasses of alcohol. Jongho was usually chill, but he let go of his personality for the sake of the birthday boy. You told him that your friends were similar as well, Wooyoung being the type to go clubbing and convince Seonghwa and Hongjoong to follow him (mostly because he was a menace), while your common friend loved getting herself some new friends.

"Do you want to go take a walk after they are done?" he smiled, convincing you almost immediately.

"I would love to." you said, returning his gesture.

Two hours later, the wedding was "officiated" by his friend, Mingi, who seemed to have a lot of fun while playing that role, with some of the drinks packaging serving as the papers the married couple had signed. You and Yunho went for the walk he promised, admiring the stars cladded sky while finding new stuff about each other.

"Do you think they will regret anything in the morning?" you asked, gaining a soft grin from him.

"Even if they do, it's nothing official anyway. We would probably make fun of Mingi for the rest of our lives though." he said, before entering another mantra of silent thoughts: "When are you leaving?"

"In two days, what about you?"

"Three. I still have a bit of a long ride, but at least I have someone similar now."

You honestly thought that time flew faster than it should have with Yunho by your side. You were supposed to have fun with your 5 friends, yet, you found yourself screaming old songs' lyrics while Yunho was driving around the city, turning the chilly ride into a Carpool Karaoke wannabe. You even got yourselves matchy bracelets, something about your bond making you feel like you have known each other for years. You took pictures together, tested the diners around the hotel you stayed in, swam together, all under the nosy looks of your friends (who bonded immediately as well, especially because Wooyoung and San seemed to become best friends and your friend didn't stop calling San her husband).

And as much as you wished for these two days to last forever, these beautiful moments end faster than we expect. For the last time, you were out with Yunho, the cold water touching your legs as you shared your impressions on this holiday, in the last 5 minutes you had together. His head was on your lap while you played with his blonde hair, listening to him saying he was gonna miss this, miss you.

"You know… I've had an idea…"

You looked at him with doe eyes, showing him that he had all of your attention.

"Do you think we are meant to be? I mean, we still have to pursue our careers, we live in different states…"

It was way too early to think about what future was planned for you and Yunho, if there was even a future for the two of you. You did feel like you two were completing each other, but the time you spent together wasn't helping you, nor the conditions you'd be in as soon as you return to your usual life.

"You might be the right person, but our time was too short to even figure it out, Yunho." you looked away from him, avoiding his saddened gaze.

"What if we meet again in 4 years?" he innocently asked, getting up from your lap so he could properly face you. "Same place, same date, but in 4 years. That would be enough for us to figure out what we want to do with our lives, to see what would happen."

You frowned a bit at his offer, there was no way he was serious, was he?

"That's insane, Yunho. What if we will find someone else in those years?"

"Well then, this would mean the inevitable—we weren't meant to be."

You didn't have the nerve, nor the time to think about this too much. You were sure that things would settle differently until then, but you chose to go with the flow once again.

"Let's do that, Yunho. May we meet again." you smiled and kissed his cheek, going to your friends who were already waiting for you.

"May we meet again…" he said, touching his cheek in the spot you kissed it before.

End of college, 2023

"I still cannot believe you two did it like the oldies. What are you? Millennials? You had all the possibilities to talk, yet you chose to not even get his number!"

"Woo, stop—"

"Even when San offered to give me Yunho's number, you refused it!"

A laugh took over your face as you looked at Wooyoung, not believing he was really scolding you right then for what you and Yunho decided. Yet, there you were, the taxi almost passing the speed limit as you were pleading him to take you faster to the beach where it all started.

Yunho was nervously walking back and forth on the sand, with San following his every move.

"Can you stop already…? You're making me dizzy." the younger said, watching as his friend was walking further from him.

"Yunho, listen to me! I know it's past the time, but… give it another shot, it doesn't have to be perfect to turn into something beautiful!"

Yunho looked at him, a soft smile creeping on his face.

"I guess I should trust you… you seem to have your way with words."

San smirked at that, a little dimple appearing on his cheek as he went and hugged his friend. And right when he opened his eyes, he saw two pretty familiar figures running towards them, his face lightning immediately in joy.

"WOOYOUNG!" he screamed, pushing Yunho and going to the other boy, hugging him tight.

Yunho turned to his direction, noticing the joyful reunion of the best friends, and lastly, but who he expected the most, you.

You took in his features, his dark hair making him look even better than when you last saw him.

"You came."

You both said at the same time, giggling shortly after you noticed that your chemistry was still there.

"Would have been here earlier, but the traffic was insane."

His hands grabbed your waist softly, his deep gaze scanning your beautiful features.

"I guess we were… meant to be, or whatever?" you asked, hands around his neck.

"Someone got a bit bold." he smirked, getting closer to your face.

"Well, I seem to be stuck with you, so I gotta charm you somehow."

In a blink of an eye, your lips pressed together, melting into a sweet kiss, full of longing, but also relief—the relief that things worked for you.

"Love birdies, we're still on a beach, public space, you know?" San said cockily, giving Wooyoung a high-five.

"Said the one who almost crushed his long lost friend."

"That's a story for another day!" Wooyoung defended himself.

"That's right, because the main story is about me and my future lover today." Yunho smiled, hugging you close to his chest once again.

"Come, love, we have a lot to catch up on." you dragged him after you, leaving Woo and San flabbergasted behind.

Maybe destiny has its way of working, and those ways are different for every couple. For you and Yunho, it proved that the distance couldn't extinguish the flame between the two of you, the touch of heaven making you grow more found of each other, waiting for the next plans the future had with you.

#ateez x reader #yunho x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 1 month ago

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JELLY YH JELLY YH JELLY YH!!! AHHHHHHH- I did not know I needed this...kyu you HAVE to write more of jealous tbz...

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: anon

req: younghoon x fem reader | mariposa by peach tree rascals

summary: you've been waiting for younghoon to come your way, or was it the other way around?

genre: college au | fluff, angst if you squint a little bit :)

warnings: alcohol consumption

wc: 2.1k words

an: i did my best to write all the parts i knew i wanted to include so this doesn't become another spontaneous wip 😭 sooo she was a little longer than i anticipated.. anon i hope you like it <3 i clearly had so much fun writing jealous younghoon.... i might need to write more jealous tbz.. they are my WEAKNESS!

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy @blizzardfluffykpop | taglist

masterlist | @deoboyznet

“-how many?”

younghoon looks up at jacob, reaching for the beer on his hand. he didn’t hear the first part of jacob’s question, only focusing on the fact he was empty-handed.

“hoon-ah, i asked how many you’ve had?” jacob holds up a can but keeps it out of younghoon’s reach.

it’s been a while since younghoon kept track of the time, now simply counting down to midnight when they would be able to rightfully kick people out of their house.

younghoon shrugged his shoulders, then threw his head back. massaging his temples, he can’t figure out if his dehydration or this lame party caused his headache.

“stop giving him drinks, he’s had more than enough,” hyunjae turns his focus on their conversation.

although he was busy hosting tonight, hyunjae has been keeping an eye on younghoon by making sure he stayed close by. jacob glares at hyunjae, not appreciating the accusatory tone that laced his words, but he let it go as soon as younghoon asked for some water.

“did something happen? he doesn’t ever drink- at least not this much,” sangyeon chimes in. he sat on the ledge of the couch, opening the water bottle before handing it to younghoon.

“-nothing happened,” younghoon interrupts, somehow managing to find a confusing middle—sounding firm and absolute and sounding like he wants to convince himself that nothing actually happened.

sunwoo walks back from the lively living room after he spots the boys gathering around the couch. he tried to ask hyunjae what was happening, failing to communicate only with their eyes.

something about younghoon being in the middle of the the circle intrigued sunwoo, especially since they were the closest out of the group along with hyunjae, with all three growing up in the same hometown.

a chorus of cheers erupted across the room. a game of beer pong reached its peak, excitement surged through each player and lurker.

but younghoon’s eyes immediately darts on one person: you.

judging on your stupid grin, it’s clear that you were winning the game. yes, you were competitive, but everyone can see that smile wasn’t about the game. you weren’t watching the cups, but was instead pouring all your attention to your partner, beomgyu.

“since when did we invite those txt kids?” younghoon grumbled, grabbing the bag of chips on the table.

hyunjae and sunwoo made eye contact upon hearing his complaint. they had their suspicions since the start of the night, although, if they were being honest, the signs have been there for weeks now.

they laughed out of the blue, raising weird looks among their other clueless friends.

“what is it?” sangyeon asked, familiar with hyunjae and sunwoo’s antics, “something must be so amusing, you’re just gonna have to share with the class.”

“i don’t know, but younghoon might know a thing or two-” sunwoo bursts out laughing, enabled by hyunjae’s knowing look.

younghoon snaps out of his trance, realizing he hadn’t taken his eyes off your direction, when he hears his name.

“no. i don’t know what you’re talking about. stop-” younghoon starts throwing his chips at sunwoo.

hyunjae took a sip of his beer, smiling at the sight. younghoon took the bait and he was clearly struggling as they were reeling him in. he looked at the rest of the guys and pointed straight at you.

“you guys know y/n, right?”

“are you seriously gonna do this-”

“chanhee’s cousin, y/n?” jacob asked.

“yeah, they’re related. but did you know she grew up with us too?” sunwoo mentions, winking at younghoon.

“heard about it- why? what about her?”

younghoon plops back down the couch. he wants to walk away from this conversation but he didn’t have the energy, or really, the space to get away from it. he accepted his fate and went back to munching on his chips, seething in his discomfort quietly.

from time to time, younghoon glances at you from a distance, trying not to count the times your eyes found him (which was zero).

“y/n had a huge crush on younghoon growing up. she followed him everywhere since elementary to high school. they were famous for being tom and jerry, only if they were human and one was madly in love with the other,” sunwoo explained.

“i’m guessing he rejected her-” sangyeon whipped his head back at younghoon.

“not just once, or twice-” sunwoo nodded.

“-twelve times,” hyunjae rolled his eyes, “four during elementary, two in middle school, five times in high school, and once when we were all in uni. this fool has rejected her twelve times.”

jacob and sangyeon’s jaws dropped looking at younghoon, who is now avoiding their stares.

for the longest time, you and younghoon were paired together by everyone. the difference between your feelings was striking, the same way you were polar opposites in your personalities.

the cold, aloof prince and his persistent, bubbly admirer. where he was, there you were.

despite all the teasing, there was not a day where your eyes left younghoon. he didn’t have a proper explanation for all the times he pushed your feelings away, baffled at how your feelings remained no matter how many times you were rejected. you were the annoying girl who followed him everywhere, while he was the boy of your dreams.

“you have your feelings, i have my own,” you told him after he declined coming to homecoming with you during sophomore year.

rejection #10.

when you brought up how many times he has rejected you, younghoon was a little surprised.

he knows you’ve been following him for years but never thought his rejections to have reached that number. it would be a lie to say he wasn’t flattered. after all, you matched his interests and likes so perfectly.

that's why even when he continued to say he was overwhelmed by your loud expression, he couldn’t admit that he was starting to get comfortable with the thought that you were always there.

that was until you weren’t.

“half of those don’t even count- we were just kids. she didn’t mean it,” younghoon mumbled.

“so, you’re saying you didn’t mean some of those rejections either?” hyunjae hummed, raising his eyebrow. he doesn’t answer the question.

younghoon looked at you for a second.

you were still standing by the ping pong table with a drink on hand. beomgyu was standing directly behind you, his arm was propped down the table, leaning towards you.

younghoon clenched his jaw when he saw beomgyu’s face turn towards your neck, stopping by your ear to whisper.

the music is not that loud for him to be doing all that, younghoon thought.

“seeing that his eyes could burn a hole through that beomgyu kid right now, i’m guessing he hasn’t been all that truthful on those rejections…” jacob smirked.

“aren’t they dating?” hyunjae asked, pointing at you two.

“they’re not,” younghoon stands up, grabs hyunjae’s drink and takes a swig, “they’re not dating.”

…

unlike younghoon had thought, you have been watching him all night.

how could you not? it was not out of the norm for younghoon to stay in one place during a party, even one that was held at his own house, but it was not like him to drink all night.

“hey,” beomgyu hands you an unopened can of hard seltzer, “care for another round?”

your eyes wandered for a moment, noticing that younghoon finally stood up and made his way outside. beomgyu held the chilled drink at the back of your hand, snapping you out of focus.

“i think i’ve had enough beer pong tonight,” you gave him a quick smile and played it cool.

without taking the drink, you excused yourself to get some water in the kitchen. all common sense flew out the window when you walked the opposite direction anyway, following younghoon out to the side porch.

you earned a startled response from him when you opened the door and stepped outside. a guilty look washed over your face. maybe younghoon needed the space to get some air, but here you are again, seeking him out unprompted.

when it comes to him, rational thoughts never come front and center. but this time, before you were able to give him a quick sorry and leave, younghoon says hi.

“y/n- hi,” he waved, “how are you?”

“i’m- doing good. i’m good,” you smiled, shifting yourself to face him.

“i haven’t seen you around lately,” younghoon mirrors your expression.

he has always been a little hard to read, but you knew what his eyes looks like when he’s genuine. you know he was happy to hear you’re doing good, and you know he was actually curious as to why he hasn’t seen you recently.

“well, we dont live next to each other anymore,” you looked back at the house, scanning the spacious lawn around you.

“how are the dorms? you like it?” he asked.

“it’s nice. there’s no commute because it’s on campus- definitely saves me time. how are you liking the house? i heard from chanhee, eleven guys in one house can be a bit of a handful sometimes…”

younghoon chuckled, “i have to drive to campus but having my own space is real sweet. we can be a handful, it’s true. but we almost all have different schedules so it doesn’t get too crowded.”

“they seem nice, too,” you say, walking by the ledge.

“they are,” he agreed.

younghoon takes a step closer to your space, leaning the same way.

you both took a peek at the front of the house, watching people come in and out of the front door. the dim porch light was flickering, but it was enough to shine on your face.

slowly, his eyes move from the party goers to your side profile. you were too preoccupied to notice him staring.

“so-” you both started, surprised to hear you two had something in mind at the same time.

“-you go first,” you say quickly as you shifted your weight back and forth, swaying your body ever so slightly, left and right.

younghoon couldn’t help but smile when he noticed your old habit. you do that when you’re curious but have to hold back from asking a million questions or when you had something to say but have to find the right time to say it. you both realized both scenarios were true at the moment.

“that guy, beomgyu?” he asked vaguely.

“huh?”

“-nothing you just… you just looked close that’s all,” he adds, still lacking the main point of what he was asking.

“beomgyu… he- uhm- lives on the floor above me. i guess we’ve been bumping into each other more often these days.”

“y/n, are you avoiding me?”

“what- me? avoiding you? of course… not.”

younghoon makes direct eye contact with you when he asks that question. it didn’t matter if he sensed you were nervous talking about beomgyu. you were more hung up on the fact he’s bringing up that you were avoiding him, genuinely believing he wouldn’t notice.

everyone tells you that over time you’ll get over this silly crush, and you believed them. thinking your feelings are fleeting, you left them unchecked especially when younghoon never changes the way he acts towards you.

now that you’re in university, you know that it is time for a new beginning, meet a lot more people, find versions of yourself you’ve yet to discover. there was more to life than what you already know. but unfortunately, you weren’t avoiding younghoon because you stopped having feelings.

you were avoiding him because you never lost them.

younghoon has always rejected you, but he was never mean. constantly interacting with someone who has come clean with their feelings towards you means awkward tension will always follow.

looking back, you would definitely change the way you behaved around younghoon most times, but he never treated you any differently.

still, you know you wanted more and that you’re always going to want more.

“younghoon, i have a question- and i need you to be honest.”

“why?” he laughed nervously.

“you just have to.”

younghoon looks down to think for a second before saying okay. you stopped swaying, planting your feet on the floor, unsure of what to do with your hands.

“beomgyu asked me out yesterday…what should i do?”

“-why are you asking me?”

“i’m just asking you about what you think…”

because this might be the first and last time i will ask you.

you stare at him, scanning his expression for any emotion, any reaction. disappointed to see it unchanged, you made up your mind to go home.

you were about to turn your heel and leave without another word, smiling bitterly.

“okay- i got it.”

until, younghoon’s hand gets a hold of your arm and pulls you back closer to him. younghoon can't believe what he was about to say at that exact moment, but he believed that he needs to before it's too late.

“don’t- dont go out with him and just keep your eyes on me.”

#the boyz x reader #younghoon x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 1 month ago

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SO SO SO SWEET 🥹 need a man like this!!

You Didn’t Have to Handle It Alone ✦ C.San

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Requested: Yes

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship

Tropes: sick/injured comfort, protective boyfriend, established relationship, love confession during vulnerability, “you didn’t have to do this alone”, soft domestic moment, period comfort, caretaker!San

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, mild period pain/cramps, emotional vulnerability, comfort-heavy fluff

Word Count: 1,200-ish words

The cramps hit mid-morning, like a slow tightening coil in your lower abdomen that refused to let go.

You gritted your teeth and kept moving.

San was supposed to come over for a cozy day in—lazy cuddles, maybe a movie marathon. You didn’t want to ruin that. So you smiled through the dull ache, even though all you wanted was to curl up with a heating pad and not speak for three hours.

By the time he arrived, your smile was a little tighter.

“Hey, sunshine,” San beamed as he stepped inside, arms already outstretched. “I brought those chips you like and that ridiculous strawberry milk you pretend to hate.”

You chuckled weakly, walking into his hug. He smelled like clean laundry and warmth.

“Thanks,” you murmured, squeezing him briefly before letting go. “Let’s just chill today, yeah?”

San blinked. “Isn’t that what we always do?”

“Yeah, but I mean like… really chill. No games, no outside world. Just movies and snacks.”

He tilted his head a little, already suspicious. “Sure. You okay though? You look kinda pale.”

You brushed him off with a wave. “Just tired.”

But the truth was, every shift in position sent a shot of pain through your back and stomach. You pressed your lips together and focused on the TV screen while San started unbagging snacks in the kitchen. You thought you were doing a decent job of pretending—until he caught you mid-flinch.

You reached for a throw pillow and subtly pressed it against your stomach, wincing when the cramp flared up again.

That’s when he paused.

“…Are you in pain?” he asked, voice suddenly low and serious.

You hesitated. Then gave a sheepish nod.

“I’m fine, it’s just… you know. Monthly visitor.”

Understanding dawned in his features instantly.

“Oh,” he said. Then, more gently, “Oh.”

You braced yourself for teasing, or awkwardness, or some well-meaning-but-clueless comment.

But it never came.

Instead, San crossed the room in two strides and crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t wanna ruin the mood,” you admitted, eyes avoiding his. “Figured I could handle it.”

San exhaled softly, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t have to handle it alone,” he murmured. “Especially not when I’m here.”

Something in your chest cracked open.

Before you could respond, he stood up and announced, “Okay. Operation Period Survival is now in effect. Stay right there.”

You blinked as he vanished into your kitchen.

A few minutes later, San returned triumphantly, arms full of everything comforting you could possibly imagine. A heating pad. Your favorite hoodie (his, technically). A bottle of water. The exact brand of dark chocolate bar you were craving but didn’t have the energy to get. A fluffy blanket you didn’t remember even owning.

You laughed, touched and overwhelmed. “San…”

“Don’t ‘San’ me,” he said, draping the hoodie over your shoulders. “Put this on. It’s scientifically proven to increase comfort levels by 70%.”

You slipped into it gratefully. It smelled like him. Like safety.

Then he gently nudged you to lie down and tucked the heating pad against your stomach.

“This helps, right?”

You nodded, your voice catching slightly. “Yeah. A lot.”

He climbed onto the couch beside you and opened his arms.

“Come here.”

You hesitated, then curled up against him, your head on his chest, legs tangled with his. His hand found your lower back and began rubbing slow, soothing circles. No words. Just warmth. Just presence.

His fingers brushed against your hair, featherlight. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You snorted into his hoodie. “For bleeding?”

“For handling pain like this and still being sweet to me. For pretending nothing’s wrong because you didn’t want me to worry. You don’t need to do that.”

You were quiet for a beat, then whispered, “I just didn’t wanna be a burden.”

San pulled back slightly so he could look at you. His brows furrowed. “You could never be a burden to me. Never. If anything, I’m mad at myself for not noticing sooner.”

“You did, though.”

He smiled softly. “Because I love you. And I pay attention.”

Your breath caught. You hadn’t expected those words—not right now, not in this vulnerable state. But he said them so easily, like it wasn’t even a question.

You pressed your face into his chest to hide the tears prickling at your eyes.

“I love you too,” you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie.

His arms tightened around you.

“For the record,” he said, voice teasing now, “I would fight the entire menstrual cycle if I could.”

You let out a laugh, your body relaxing for the first time that day.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, I would lose, terribly. But I’d do it for you."

-- --

That day, the cramps didn’t magically go away.

But the pain felt a little more bearable. The world felt a little softer. Because you weren’t handling it alone anymore.

And San, wrapped around you like a warm blanket, made sure you knew it—every second.

The End

#ateez x reader #san x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 1 month ago

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YALL........

a changmin fic was not on my schedule like huh...chip barely talks about him and now boom...like ok goodbye cat, dog and bear...you'll be missed...

BUT THIS IS TOO CUTE! THE FINGER KISSES AND THE WAY CHANGMIN IS JUST SO ADORABLY IN LOVE WITH THE READER AHHHHHHHHHHH 🥰

lovely day | jcm

Pairing: fiancé!Changmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word count: 0.7k

Rating: sfw

Type: drabble

Warnings: kissing, pet names, reader is mentioned to be horrible at dancing like once (sorry. for the sake of the fic), possible grammar mistakes

Networks: @deoboyznet 🤍

a/n: thankies to @from-izzy and @yudaies for reading this beforehand and validating <3 👹

It was a lovely day—not because of the weather per se, but more due to the warmth that filled your heart as you watched your handsome fiancé. You spent your day off from work holding him close to you, talking about all sorts of things while peppering each other’s faces with soft kisses and sweet pecks. Times like these were his favourite ones as well—you updating him on how your week went, while he either played with your hair or caressed your back, listening to you attentively. Today is one of those days.

After doing nothing but laughing together like two teenagers in love, you were now waiting for him to come out of the shower, playing with your sweet puppy when the dainty piece of jewelry that hugged your finger caught your attention again. You took your time to admire the way it stood out in contrast with your pet’s brown fur, a smile stretching your lips as your heart swelled with pride—you really are Ji Changmin’s fiancée. A squeal escaped your lips as your lover’s frame appeared at the doorstep, rolling his eyes playfully at your reaction (when, in fact, he was the happiest man because it was him who had this effect on you, being the reason for your happiness for quite a while). You already knew he was used to your reaction, hence you didn’t even get embarrassed anymore—instead your eyes stopped on the way his arms flexed while he dried his hair with the towel, a few droplets of water streaming on his skin and down his comfortable t-shirt. Your pet seemed excited to see him as well as it started to move its tail happily, inviting him into your little happiness bubble.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” you gestured, raising your hands just enough to take the towel from his.

He gave it to you and smiled contently when you started drying his hair, massaging his scalp in the process as the fresh smell of his shampoo engulfed your senses. His hair was soft, the wet strands occasionally tickling your skin, making you chuckle once more. You lean to press a kiss on his temple, then his nose, and finally, his lips.

“Missed me, angel?”

You smiled and was about to answer, when you saw him not even paying attention to you but the little puppy cuddling next to him instead. Your heart bubbled with happiness as you watched him hold Ghana close to his chest, not wasting any time before taking your phone from the nightstand and snapping a few pictures of the wholesome moment. “These are going to get framed,” you thought, already picturing your dream house, full of frozen pictures and memories of moments like this one.

“Oh, guess someone else missed me too—right, pretty puppy?” He kissed the pet’s nose and put him back on the bed, plopping his head into your lap instead.

“I missed you too, darling,” he admitted sincerely, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers until they touched the precious jewel that he was so nervous to give to you.

His fingers hovered over it, making him smile while remembering the beautiful, yet emotional moment of his proposal. He was the happiest man when you said yes to the magic question, secretly screaming about it to his friends. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss on your ring finger, roaming around your soft skin for a bit before he raised his head to press your lips together in a sweet kiss, smiling almost immediately at the contact. He cupped your cheek in the process, pressing your foreheads together as you caught your breaths. You saw his dimples pop up in some sort of mischievous smile—what kind of idea popped in his mind?

“Wanna dance, my love?” he suddenly asked, already taking his phone to start searching for a slow song.

You were horrible at it, but how could you say no? He guided you to the middle of the living room, one hand around your waist as you had one on his shoulder, your free hande interlocking together. Your fingers were interlaced with his as you swayed your bodies to the slow rhythm of the background music, the shiny proof of your love adorning your finger perfectly. You both giggled when you occasionally tripped over your legs—but it didn’t matter as long as you were in each other’s embrace. It was a lovely day—not because of the weather per se, but more due to the warmth that filled your heart as you created precious memories with the love of your life.

#the boyz x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 1 month ago

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REEEEE ELLA 🥹 THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS HEHE~ YOU GOT ME GIGGLING PAST MIDNIGHT WITH ALL OF THESE 🤭🥰

ella! if your requests are open, what do you think about the boyz's impression of the reader when they're getting married? so like preparation for the wedding or seeing them walk the aisle etc! 🥰

the boyz seeing you walk down the aisle

[☀︎] — sangyeon. there’s a bet in place on whether he’ll cry or not. but his whole world stops as he watches you approach him slowly. and his throat hurts so much from the effort to keep himself from tearing up when he was the entire time. overwhelming happiness, love, gratitude, excitement for the rest of your lives together? all of that and more courses through his veins.

[☀︎] — jacob. he’s jittery waiting for you to walk down but once he sees you, everything is calm and makes sense and he is happier. you were everything he had ever dreamed of. he saw your smile and his stomach did flips. he smiled back at you just as wide. even after you got to the end of the aisle, after the ceremony, and the party, you were both still smiling.

[☀︎] — younghoon. as soon as the music started, he was already falling apart before he even saw you. he’s so unbelievably in love with you and had been dying for the day he gets to finally say “i do.” you may look a bit blurry when you’re walking to him down the aisle but he’s more than sure you’re absolutely beautiful. you were both such a mess by the time you get to the alter, your vows were hard to understand and the guests had suddenly become blubbering messes as well.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. this guy — of course he slowly turns around on the back of his heel when he hears the double doors creaking open. time stood still for him, the guests gone, and you were the only two in the room. it was like the first time he saw you. the love of his life headed towards him ready to become life partners. his chest is filled with pride knowing that you chose him.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he knows he’s not the most observant person but he’s completely focused on you the second he sees you now. he sees nothing but trust in your eyes, and it’s all the reassurance he needs that everything will work out. all he feels is the beating of his heart as each step brings you closer and closer to him. it’s not in his nature to be possessive of you, but something in his chest can’t stand that he’s not the one leading you down the aisle.

[☀︎] — kevin. he knew he wasn’t going to cry because he’s just too damn excited. he didn’t like that the whole room was silent when you began walking down the aisle. this was your moment and everyone needed to do their part, so he literally motioned for everyone to hype you up, frantically shaking his hands towards you. he let out the purest and happiest laugh you had ever heard when you joined his side.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). for months, he annoyed the members all the way until the big day because of how nervous he felt. what if he messes up and forgets his vows? what if you regret marrying him because of it? the definition of so many thoughts, head full. the tension keeps building up in his body all the way until the music plays and he sees you lead in to be entrusted to him. all it took was one look at you and suddenly the tension is gone, isn’t that crazy? his smile is wobbly, but he hopes you can feel its sincerity.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). he doesn’t feel nervous at all because other than a couple of sharp intakes of breath as you walk down the aisle, not a single tear is in sight. a small dimply smile plays on his lips, already anticipating your presence next to him. however, you’re not as composed as him as the tears came way too easy for you. he wants to tease you, even here and now, like he always does but he can’t. he’s got years to do that. today, the focus is solely on you.

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. when everyone rose from their seats the moment you walked through the door, he starts clapping until hyunjae told him that he’s not supposed to. his claps awkwardly faded but he didn’t let it ruin the moment. he’s so nervous but he’s never been more ready for anything in his life. he was unable to stop himself from pulling you into a hug as soon as you joined him on the altar.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he pretends that he isn’t as emotional as he is and makes jokes — literally, he shouts for you to pick up the pace — to keep you both from sobbing the second you saw each other. he swore to you that he wouldn’t cry, anyways, not even a single tear. for the most part, you believed him. but eventually his emotions betray him by the time you’re only a couple of feet away. crying? maybe just one tear that he quickly wipes away with the back of his hand.

[☀︎] — eric. he audibly squeals, eliciting scattered laughs from the guests. he’s compelled to step off the alter to walk up to you, but juyeon gently pulls him back by the elbow. “i’m marrying them in 30 minutes!” eric says loud enough for everyone to hear, further entertaining the room. when you reach him, he’s barely able to keep himself from kissing you right then and there.

#the boyz x reader

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written-letters-from-izzy · 1 month ago

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KYU?!??? 😭😭😭😭 KYUUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THIS WAS SOMETHING. THIS SERIOUSLY WAS SOMETHING INDEED.

Waiting.

The whole experience of waiting whether it be for love, a friend, or just anything. It's such a concept that is very much talked about but...not at the same time? BUT THIS FIC MADE BROKE AND HEALED ME AT THE SAME TIME

"i know, but i wanted to wait"

and

"but every time i think about those years, i realised i needed to wait as much as you did"

LIKE OK. POP OFF GIRL 💅 YOU SLAYING WITH THESE LINES 🫂

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: sophie @carrotsworld

req: hyunjae x reader | soft spot by keshi

summary: maybe love is sweeter the second time around

genre: when life give you tangerines au | fluff, established relationship, inspired by the kdrama!

warnings: none

wc: 1.5k words

an: as sophie and i fangirled over imagining hyunjae as chungseob from when life give you tangerines thus this request was born :) i could not deal with the sweetness while writing this my goodness when will it be my turn :( by the way, you don't need to know the drama to enjoy the drabble <3

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy | taglist

masterlist | @deoboyznet

hyunjae only sleeps over the night before your days off that he became synonymous with slow mornings and sleeping in.

deep breath, in and out. you tried matching your breathing but end up falling back to sleep at the comfort of his light snoring. though, you’ve given up insisting he does, hyunjae continues to insist he does not.

you think it’s cute. after all, it’s not his fault that you’re a light sleeper.

now, you’re wide awake after the sun has fully risen, squeezing his arm laid across your waist and looking over to see if he was awake. nothing compares to waking up and staring at his cute, peaceful face.

“please don’t wake up…” you whispered silently as you shifted your body to face him.

hyunjae stayed deep in slumber—exhausted from waiting outside your office late last night. knowing him, he was probably stuck inside his studio planning his next painting or preparing for his classes at the academy next week, patiently waiting for you.

he’s not one to make you feel guilty about getting off work at some ungodly hour, in fact, you don’t remember ever walking home alone when he’s around ever since you met him.

even before you were together. before you even knew he was the one.

your fingers trail over his forearm, gently lifting and twisting it to make his palms face the ceiling. a smile crept in his lips, one that you fail to see. hyunjae stayed silent. he wouldn’t dare ask for more hours to sleep if it meant waking up to your touch.

“how does paint even get here?” you asked, staring at the spot he missed just above his elbow.

turning your eyes to his shirt, you see old stains have become one with the fabric. seeing them reminded you of the time hyunjae finally learned to separate his painting and regular clothes when doing his laundry after accidentally ruining a brand new button-up shirt you bought him as a gift.

your hand moves to trace the unrecognizable shapes of paint on his shirt, feeling up his chest. you can sense his breathing change, now erratic and fast compared to his constant and slow ones earlier.

when your movement comes to a halt, hyunjae knew he was caught pretending to be asleep.

“sir- your eyes may be closed but you can’t hide that smirk from me,” you called him out, sitting up to taunt him.

“excuse me, you’re the one feeling up a sleeping man-” hyunjae bolted up, mirroring your defense.

“-i barely touched you and you’re still very much clothed..” you winked at him, aware of how your charms wielded power over the man.

hyunjae moved his arm and clutched your hand, the one hovering over his chest, and acts like he had been shot in the heart. he opened one eye to sneak a glance at your reaction, pleased to see you giggling. it was proof that his silliness somehow always works on you even in the early mornings.

he lays back in bed, gently pulling you in, still holding your hand close. he opens your palm and rests it on his cheek.

“i’m sorry we had to miss that reservation. i really couldn’t get out of that meeting…” you frowned.

“yes, you already told me over the phone. something about an important investor-”

“i told you not to wait for me,” you pouted, melting at how tired his eyes looked in the sunlight, “i know you’ll be waiting here anyway- why didn’t you just nap after leaving the studio.”

“i wasn’t sure it was going to rain. ‘had to make sure you didn’t walk alone,” hyunjae smiled into your hand.

when he saw your guilt was written all over your face, hyunjae opened his eyes, wider this time. you tried to avoid his stare but before you moved your face, he reached over to hold you, just firm enough to tell you not to look away.

“still, i’m sorry.”

blushing, you knew exactly what he’s about to say—having gone through this exact conversation every time you apologized.

“i know, but i wanted to wait.”

i wanted to wait.

of course, he did. no one could compare to hyunjae when it comes to waiting.

hyunjae, the one who spent years admiring you from afar, with stirred emotions and intrigue shown in the most subtle ways while your gaze never left the man you thought you were going to marry.

sometimes, when you’re reminded of those years, you suddenly grow quiet in the middle of the conversation.

he waited so patiently that the loss of time continues to haunt you, even if you’re in his arms now. hyunjae watches as your expression shifts, ever so slightly, wondering what was running on your mind.

you nodded, snuggling further into the crook of his neck. your breath tickled his skin as he deepened the embrace, a gesture so fluid, reminiscent of two perfectly matching puzzle pieces.

i love the way you smell, you thought.

hyunjae rubs your back and laughs at the same time, amused by the way you did not care if he realized you were inhaling his scent. he didn’t want to make it awkward by asking what you were thinking about. it didn’t stop him from being curious anyway.

“did you…ever regret waiting for that long?” your voice was muffled, but hyunjae heard you loud and clear.

you waited for a couple seconds before breaking away to look at him in the eyes. when he finally caught your gaze, he silently relays his message through that longing stare. at that exact moment, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of your concern.

hyunjae never regretted waiting for you for as long as he did.

“we could turn back time and i promise you, i would do it all over again,” he smiled then kissed you on the forehead.

“even run for a few more bus stops?”

“i mean, i did it twice,” he chuckled.

you playfully punched his chest, trying to mask your embarrassment, “i still can’t believe that...”

“that i ran after your bus?” he tilted his head.

“-that you were still thinking of me after all those years.”

when hyunjae disappeared leaving you with nothing but a few memories and a single portrait hidden behind a curtain, you were left with a void you couldn’t justify.

still determined to make a laborious union work against all odds, you were sad most of the time. looking back, you stopped checking if it was solely because of your failed engagement, scared to admit that, sometimes, your mind drifted to that shy, quiet, and cold artist whenever you walked that alley back home.

it would be hard to explain that once in a while, when you’re scanning each face in a sea of people in a large crowd, a tiny piece of your heart wishes hyunjae would be one of them.

as time passed, that tiny piece grew slowly, steadily, quietly.

you were beyond grateful to have met hyunjae again at the time that you did. healed from your deep rooted wounds with regained strength to keep going.

you had a clearer picture of what you wanted in other aspects of your life beyond love, now having the confidence to run for your dreams knowing you could be held back from that chance if you had chosen otherwise.

but, a voice inside your head loves to spoil the fun, wanting to ask hyunjae if he were given a chance, would he have fought for you sooner.

“well, of course i could spend forever wishing i had run to you sooner- to be with you sooner. but every time i think about those years, i realized i needed to wait as much as you did. you had to close a long important chapter of your life, and i… i had to prepare before i was ready to open mine.”

“prepare? what do you mean?”

“before you, i had no direction in life. you met me when i believed relationships and marriage was just the natural next step to a man’s life. i settled with a job out of necessity, put up with something i wasn’t happy with instead of improving myself. i lived one day after another, thinking there was no point thinking about the future if it wasn’t guaranteed to come.”

hyunjae now looks at those versions of himself with a certain tinge of fondness. although they were from a period of his life he didn’t wish to revisit, they were important nonetheless.

“but y/n- you were just a burst of energy i didn’t see coming. you’re intelligent, driven, hilarious, beautiful, ambitious. you were unstoppable. you’re still unstoppable. i realized pretty quickly that if i couldn’t consider myself worthy enough to pursue someone as wonderful as you, i don’t even deserve to try.”

now, his growth from a cold and curt pessimist to a brighter, more passionate version of himself was a display of every good thing that came into his life—qualities he was convinced were brought out by you.

you kissed him, eternally convinced choosing him was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“then, i’ll wait until you believe that you’ve done more than enough.”

#the boyz x reader #hyunjae x reader

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