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Happy middle of the month! There have been many movements in the media of games such adaptation of Sonic the Hedgehog to the cinemas and The Last of Us to the TV, the cinematic ways of Silent Hill and Elden Ring, to the coziest games like Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. It also has moved to fics with the increased number of gamer au or fic that is inspired by a plot of a game. If you have one, do you want to highlight it?

We are compiling a list of game-inspired fics that are written with 4th and early 5th gen Kpop idol(s) in mind. Game-inspired fics come in different ways such as creating a new story based on a game or adapting a game into a new media ala the Clue movie based on the Clue board game. You could recommend any fics that even state that the character is a gamer or in e-sports. It is all up to you!

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“Love Language: Burnt Cookies” by htaesan

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ LOVE LANGUAGE: BURNT COOKIES　　────　ᅠ ( myung jaehyun )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀in an attempt to bake your favourite s’mores cookies, myung jaehyun almost burns the entire building down𑁋and it turns out that his bad day had gone wrong.. or right?

　　　ᅠ 명재현 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 2.3k ⠀ genre fluff established relationship long distance ⠀ contains mentions of food crying skinship pet names ⠀ note i’m sorry if this fic is.. wacky coz idk what i was doing here (again)!! but here’s a mj fic for you soph @miumura I LOVE U! ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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Jaehyun knew instantly, from the smell of burnt marshmallows, that he messed up. Big time.

“Oh my God…” was the only thing that Jaehyun could say after looking at the complete disaster in his hands. “This is the worst day ever…”

“How am I supposed to surprise Y/N now?” he whines.

Jaehyun could literally feel the tears forming in his eyes. He had been planning this day for the entire month—you’d be visiting him in Seoul for the first time in the entire 2 years the two of you have been in a long-distance relationship. Jaehyun planned to bake you some smores cookies from scratch—instead of buying them at his favourite bakery—just to make it all extra special for you. He’d bring you to visit all the cool spots in Seoul, showing you around his university campus and everything that he likes to do in the city.

Jaehyun sighs. 

After throwing the absolutely destroyed smores cookies into the bin, Jaehyun quickly rushes to the dining table, grabs his phone and starts dialing Sungho’s contact number. He paces around the room, nervously biting the edges of his sleeve as he waits for Sungho to pick up.

“What’s up?” Sungho answers after a few seconds. 

“OH MY GOD, THANK YOU for picking up,” Jaehyun exclaims, his voice going higher and his speed goes faster with each word he speaks. “Sungho, please help—Y/N’s going to land in an hour, and I’m picking her up at the airport too! I have to leave in fifteen minutes–”

“Dude—okay, okay,” Sungho replies through the phone, “calm down—I can’t hear a thing you’re saying–”

“Please come home right now,” Jaehyun cuts him off, panic thickly lacing his voice, “I need to fix this!”

“Fine,” Jaehyun sighs in relief as he hears Sungho’s response. 

Sungho arrives ten minutes after that, and Jaehyun literally jumps to open the door for him. 

“You’re here!”

Sungho grumbles as he enters their shared apartment, handing Jaehyun one of the bags of groceries he’s holding. “You’re lucky I was at the grocery store. I got all of the ingredients you need.”

Jaehyun blinks confusedly, immediately looking into the paper bag in his hands—shocked to find a bag of marshmallows, two semi-sweet chocolate bars, and a bag of flour. A smile erupts on his face instantly. “How did you know I ran out– thank you so much, Sungho! I love you!” he exclaims, running after Sungho, following him into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, right,” Sungho laughs, putting away the rest of the groceries. “Say that again when Y/N’s here.”

“Not my fault I love her more,” Jaehyun cackles. He begins to whip up another entire batch of cookie dough—though, this time, he double-checks every single ingredient he puts in the bowl, and reads every single line of the instructions on the recipe he’s found online more than once. Sungho watches from the side, amused at how concentrated Jaehyun is. 

“Do… you need any help?” Sungho asks, almost snorting the water he’s sipping on through his nose, as he witnesses Jaehyun frowning over baking powder and baking soda. 

“Wait, which one is which?” Jaehyun mutters, scratching his head. 

Sungho laughs, “just read the recipe, idiot.”

“Oh, okay.”

The rest of the baking session goes surprisingly well, with Sungho supervising to avoid Jaehyun burning down their kitchen. Jaehyun does every step needed with utmost detail and focus—to the point he doesn’t even realise that the person he’s waiting for is already at the door. 

You’re standing outside of what you’re sure is Jaehyun’s apartment, your luggage and other goodies in hand. You had taken a cab from the airport to surprise him. You had some difficulties convincing the guard to let you in, but luck was definitely on your side today—the guard on duty happened to be on good terms with Jaehyun, and he’s heard him talk about you before. 

“Wait a minute!” you hear your boyfriend’s voice answer from inside the house. Tears begin forming in your eyes, your heart swelling with affection. You had waited for this moment for so long. You missed Jaehyun more than ever—you hadn’t seen him in two years. 

In the minute that Jaehyun took to open the door, you reminisce in your old memories shared with Jaehyun—how the two of you used to be neighbours, inseparable. The two of you grew up together, sharing countless moments from preschool all the way to middle school. You smile, remembering the bittersweet feeling that drowned you the day Jaehyun told you that he was moving away to Korea with his parents. You still remember feeling like the world was collapsing on you, that your life was going to end right there and then. 

It was winter, years back, as it is now. 

“My heart is with you, Y/N,” Jaehyun said, grabbing your cold hands tight. He blows onto them, trying to keep your fingers warm. “It’ll always be with you, no matter how far I’ll go.”

“How easy for you to say,” you sobbed, not caring about how you looked at that moment with all the tears and snot running down your face. All that mattered to you, in that moment, was that your best friend—one of the most important people in your life—was leaving you behind. 

You were too busy crying your heart out to even notice your best friend’s own tears. He wiped it away as quickly as it fell. 

“Here,” Jaehyun said, softly smiling as he wrapped the scarf he was wearing around your neck. You looked up to meet his eyes, blinking harshly to make the blurriness from all the tears go away. “Keep this. Don’t cry anymore, okay? We aren’t kids anymore… and plus, I’ll send you postcards. Letters, whatever. Every day. I promise.”

“Do you really?” you pouted. 

Jaehyun laughed, nodding enthusiastically as he carved his promise into his heart. “Of course, Y/N. You can stomp on my grave one day if I ever break that promise.”

Your parents had to practically pull you away to let Jaehyun board his airplane that day.

And Jaehyun never even once broke his promise. He sent you various postcards, letters, and eventually emails every single day, just as he told you he would. He’d update you about the things he did, showing you pictures of his daily life. You knew that it wasn’t much, but you always looked forward to reading his emails every single day. It made you feel that Jaehyun was still there.

The two of you spent the entire four years of high school that way, communicating over emails to combat the fourteen hour difference. You never thought you’d meet him again, not until the graduation day of your high school. You remember, as vividly as the day that it happened, how shocked you were to receive a hug from Jaehyun as soon as you walked out of the hall. The euphoria that rushed through you was unexplainable. You remember melting into his hug, uncontrollably sobbing as he hugged you tighter, proud of your achievements.  

You had spent the summer with him that year, creating memories to make up the time you spent away from each other. 

And, additionally, the two of you figured out the feelings that you each held back all these years. 

You were sad, of course, to part ways with Jaehyun again as his vacation was short. Though, you believed that fate would always bring you to him again, as it’s always been.

“Y/N…?” 

Jaehyun’s voice and his widened eyes bring you back to the present. You smile widely, almost laughing at how messy his clothes are—his hair and sweater covered in spots of flour, his sleeves stained with melted butter. The smell of freshly baked cookies attacks your senses, making it evident as to why your boyfriend is in such a mess. 

“Wha-what’s going on?” he stammers, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes as he sees the scarf—the one that he gave you donkey years ago—wrapped snugly around your neck.

“Hi, gireumi,” you grin, laughing to fight the tears. You miss him so much. You miss his voice, you miss his warmth, you miss him. “It’s me.”

“I–I-” Jaehyun stutters, freezing as he doesn’t know what to do. “I was supposed to pick… you up…”

“Yeah, you were,” you reply, “but… ta-dah! I’m here now, Jae.”

It didn’t take long for him to respond to that nickname—one you’ve made for him almost two decades ago. Jaehyun pulls you into a hug, his eyes still widened and his heart thumping fast. He doesn’t let go for a long time, and when he finally does, you find his eyes sparkling with tears. 

“Jae, why are you crying?” you laugh, ignoring the stream of tears running down your cheek. 

Jaehyun pouts. He sniffles. “You’re crying too. I miss you so much, babe… why did you come here by yourself? I was supposed to pick you up! How dare you not let me do that for you?” 

“I wanted to surprise you, baby,” you reply with a gentle voice. 

Jaehyun sniffles again, clearly crying. His nose red and his eyes glistening with tears streaming down, he pinches your cheek. He huffs before continuing, “but… I wanted to do it…”

You kiss his cheek before laughing again, letting him wipe your tears with his sleeves. That’s how it is when you’re with your favourite person, Jaehyun: laughter endlessly erupts out of you. “Jae…”

“Hmm?” he perks up, finished with wiping the tears off his face. 

“Do you plan on letting me freeze out here or what?”

Jaehyun giggles sheepishly before letting you in. You say hello to Sungho, who retreats to the other side of the living room to give you and Jaehyun some space. After closing the door and helping you with your luggage, Jaehyun comes over to you admiring the interior of the apartment. 

“Is the apartment… that bad?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shake your head. “No, not at all! I’m just taking in the fact that I’m here… in Korea, at your place,” you smile. “And Sungho’s, of course,” you add quickly. 

“I’ll give you a tour later,” Jaehyun says, “it’s a bit cramped for two people, in my opinion, but the facilities are great. But, now, we have something even better to do!”

He grabs your hand and begins to walk to the kitchen. You grin, “are we going out already? I’m too tired for that, Jae.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nope, not yet! I’ll bring you out tomorrow—or tonight, maybe, if you want to eat out for dinner—but I have something for you. Something really, really amazing.”

“Is it?” you tease, though you can’t stop the smile. 

Jaehyun grins widely. Oh, how you missed seeing him smile right in front of your eyes. 

“TOTALLY!” he exclaims, pausing to say calmly, “sit down, baby.”

You take a seat, watching delightfully as Jaehyun continues on his excited ramble. “I’ve worked soooo hard on this, baby, and you must love it.”

As he puts on kitchen gloves, you chuckle, “are you implying that I have to love whatever this surprise is?”

Having known Jaehyun for so many years, you definitely know that he’s not one with the kitchen. 

“Of course, ‘cause I’m the one who made them,” Jaehyun smirks before bending down to take the baked goods out of the oven. He brings out the tray of s’mores cookies, setting it down gently in front of you. The delicious aroma washes through you, and you immediately beam, already knowing how good this will taste. 

The cookies look extremely good and mouth-watering—if you didn’t know that Jaehyun baked them, you wouldn’t even be able to guess it!

“Myung Jaehyun…” you say, pouting.

You stare at the cookies, imagining how hard your boyfriend worked to make them for you. 

“What?” Jaehyun replies immediately, surprised at the full name. He freezes in the middle of whatever he’s doing, blinking at you excessively. “Wha-what did I do, baby?”

“Nothing,” you say, chuckling at how you’re starting to cry again. “I love you so much… I- I don’t know how to say this but I’m so grateful we’re together and- I miss you so, so much it feels like I haven’t seen you in decades– and… and it makes me cry seeing you do so much for me…”

“Hey.. baby,” Jaehyun rushes towards you, pulling you into his embrace. He hugs you tight, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Sweet girl, please stop crying ‘cause I am too…”

“I love you with all my heart, dearest,” he whispers, tears in his eyes for the millionth time today, “and even if that means burning the kitchen down to make you your favourite desserts, I’ll gladly do so even a million times.”

His words touch your heart delicately, and it causes you to cry even harder. The two of you spend quite some time hugging each other, before turning back to the cookies. It tastes surprisingly well, and you spend a lot of your time laughing after finding out the story behind them. 

― © htaesan, 2025.

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“Giving you my forever” by htaesan

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ GIVING YOU MY FOREVER　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀when han taesan, your boyfriend, notices you haven’t been answering his texts for the entire day, he sets out to figure out why𑁋only to find you sobbing alone on top of the hill.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 0.8k ⠀ genre comfort fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of family issues crying skinship ⠀ note this fic is highkey self-indulgent bc i wrote this when i was having a hard time </3 so it kinda doesn’t make sense? welp ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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“Hey, here you are.”

You didn’t have to look to know who it was—instead, you sigh deeply, letting the boy settle himself next to you. You throw your gaze far, letting your eyes capture the beauty of the night from atop the hill: the way the stars still shine despite being thousands and thousands of miles away, the way the city lights add a sparkle to the night’s black canvas. You take a deep breath, hoping that the smell of grass and the gentle breeze of autumn would bring some peace to your heart.

“You… okay?” you hear him ask after quite some time. You purse your lips, still not meeting his eyes, afraid all the tears might spill once you do. “You didn’t read my texts for the whole day.”

“M-maybe,” you manage. Your throat feels dry as you force your words out. “I’ll be fine.”

“You know,” he says, after a few moments. He places a hand on yours, his touch gentle and comforting. “You can tell me anything.”

You lower your head. 

Please don’t cry.

“I might not understand your pain, I might not fully understand what you’re going through,” he continues, his voice so deep and kind. “But I’m here. I’ll listen.”

“Even if you don’t want to tell me—or if you can’t find the right words to describe how you feel, I’ll be here. Always.” 

Under his hand, you clench your own. 

“I…”

“Okay?” 

You finally look up, turning slightly to meet his gaze. You bite your lower lip as you watch Taesan’s eyes widen slightly at the way your eyes fill with tears. His hands grab yours tight as he offers you a gentle smile. 

“I’m sorry,” you croak, lowering your head again as tears begin to spill. Taesan’s grasp remains firm, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I… I don’t know how to say this…”

Taesan smiles softly, squeezing your hands. “It’s okay. Tell me anything—just say anything that comes to mind, I’ll piece it together.”

“My parents,” you say, your words coming out one by one, in between sobs, “it’s stressing me out– I– is this my fault? Why– why are they fighting? I thought they– love– each other—”

You can’t stop it, your tears falling down your cheeks like raindrops in a storm, unstoppable and overwhelming. Your chest heaves up and down with each sob, your throat tight with a lump that makes your speech difficult to interpret. 

“Hey…” 

Taesan pulls you into a hug, causing you to hiccup in surprise. It engulfs you like a warm blanket on a winter night—you could smell Taesan: a mixture of champagne orange, passion fruit, sugar vanilla; the perfume his mother had bought for him. Immediately, your tears begin to flow down again, as Taesan’s warmth starts to become one with you. 

Taesan doesn’t let go—his embrace of you firm and comforting, telling you he’s there for you through every high and low. Taesan hugs you close, letting your heartbeat converge with his. He lets you cry your heart out in his arms, not giving a care in the world about how your tears are staining his favourite sweater. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers, once your tears have subsided. 

“But… won’t you fall out of love, one day?” you ask him, resting your head against his chest. You close your eyes shut, trying to remove the memory of witnessing your parents’ fight from your mind. 

Taesan kisses the top of your head, resting his chin against it after. “Will I ever?”

“Maybe,” you mumble. 

“Darling,” Taesan says, causing butterflies to begin erupting in your stomach. He’s called you that for so many times already, yet it always catches you off guard. “If we love each other truly, we’ll always find a way to make things work, hm?”

He pulls away a little bit, and you look directly into his eyes. Taesan gives you a smile—different from his usual cheeky grin—beautiful, sincere, and ethereal. “Besides, we still have a long way to go before we get married, and before we die. We’ll have plenty of time to learn from our mistakes.”

“Married?” you exclaim, eyes widening. You smack his shoulder in an attempt to hide the blush that’s beginning to form on your cheeks.

“Yeah,” Taesan nods, folding his arms as he holds his neck from behind. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“Well… of course I love it,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. After a while, you turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “But marriage is a serious matter, you know? I—”

Taesan kisses your cheek, grinning as he pulls away. “I know.”

You lock eyes with Taesan, the sparkling night around you, the gentle breeze blowing through. 

“And I love you, so seriously, to be doing it in the future. To be giving you my forever.”

― © htaesan, 2025.

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“It's the thought that counts” by htaesan

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS　　────　ᅠ ( park sungho )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀love, to park sungho, is just a waste of time. yet when he falls for you (literally), he might just change his mind.

　　　ᅠ 박성호 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.7k ⠀ genre love at first sight fluff meet-cute baker / cafe au ⠀ contains mentions of food profanities ⠀ note my first fic here AND my first bnd work ever! sungho's just awkward in here kekeke (actually idk what i'm writing here) ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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Sungho wasn’t the type to easily fall in love. To him, love is a waste of time and money—why would you pour your heart, time, and effort out to someone who you won’t even spend the rest of your life with? All of his friends, from different points of his life, have tried various ways to get his heart hooked onto a girl. But, of course, none of their attempts proved successful. To everyone around Sungho, he’s just a cute guy with a heart of stone. 

However, after 20 years of letting Sungho decide for himself, the universe decided to catalyse the whole entire reaction for him—pushing the future love of his life into his face, right at his workplace, where he had only recently gotten a job at. 

Literally. 

“Oh my god…” 

You blink confusedly—one second ago, you were getting up from your seat to go grab the drinks the barista had prepared for you. Now, you’re on the floor, with lattes spilled over your clothes, and your back slightly aching from the impact. 

“What the f—oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” Sungho says, scrambling to his feet. How could he be so stupid? Knocking a customer down and drenching the lattes in her hand all over her is certainly going to ruin his perfect reputation. Quickly, Sungho reaches out his hand, offering it to you. 

You look up, eyes widened. Was this handsomely cute guy the one who pushed you to the floor, having both of your drinks soaking your clothes? You blink again, perplexed, as you try to take in the situation. 

“Oh, yes,” you mumble, taking his hand, realising that people are watching. 

“I’m really, really sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to–” 

“It’s okay,” you say through your polite smile. As you steady yourself, you look down on your outfit and realise that it is certainly… not. 

Sungho watches you analyse the situation of your latte-drenched clothes with eyes widened in horror. He panickedly searches for napkins in his apron and his pockets, and hands you a crumpled one he’s found in his pocket. “Here.” 

You give him a chuckle. “It won’t really help a lot but,” you pause, grabbing the napkin from him, “it’s the thought that counts, hm?”

Bingo. 

As you smile, tingles rush through Sungho’s skin. He’s suddenly hyper aware of how his arm is still extended awkwardly, long after you’ve received the napkin. His eyes blink forcedly as he retracts his hand. Sungho gulps, weirdly feeling faint.  

“Well,” you chuckle sheepishly. “It’s getting awkward—I should go back to my table. Thanks for the napkin,” your eyes look at the name tag pinned to his apron, “Sungho.”

You give him one final smile before walking away, oblivious to Sungho’s tongue-tied state. 

“Yo, Sungho,” he hears Dongmin, the barista, call. “Are you gonna just stand there or what? The mess ain’t gonna clean itself, you know.”

Sungho then burst himself out of his daze, scurrying to clean up the mess, ignoring the eyes of people in the cafe. As he’s mopping the final traces of the homemade tomato sauce off the floor, his eyes catch a glimpse of you—laughing angelically, illuminated by the sunlight shining through the window. 

That was two weeks ago. And Sungho is desperately trying to get rid of this fluttering in his empty stomach, one that he feels every single time his brain replays the scene in his mind. 

Love is a waste of time, he repeats to himself like a daily mantra. 

However, Sungho knows that repeating that isn’t doing anything to combat the fact that his cheeks are heating up every single time he sees you walk into the cafe. And, certainly, hiding behind the fresh baskets of bread he baked this morning and eavesdropping on you ordering your menu for the day isn’t a really good solution, either. 

“What the hell, Sungho?” Dongmin hisses. “You almost hit me!”

Sungho smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Min.”

“Welcome to The Boy Next Door. Good morning, Y/N,” Sungho’s attention is pulled to Donghyun, the part-time barista, who’s greeting you. You smile back, leaning against the counter as you think of what to get for the day. 

“Good morning, Donghyun,” you nod. 

“What’s the occasion today? Assignments or an online meeting that you can’t be bothered to take at home?” Donghyun asks, giggling. 

You laugh with him. “I need a quick brunch—I have a nail appointment after this. What do you suggest?”

Maybe it’s the love hormones, or maybe it’s the fact that Sungho’s completely bewitched for you—he stands upright, eyes staring straight at you. Without hesitation, he voices, “you should try the Mushroom Cream Pasta—it’s my own recipe.”

Regret flushes through Sungho as your eyes widen with surprise. “O-oh! Sungho, I didn’t see you there,” you say with a fond look that makes Sungho’s heart pump even faster than it already is. 

“Sungho… what are you doing?” Donghyun questions. 

“I…” 

Cover this up quickly, you idiot. 

Sungho gives you a small grin. “Well, I just heard that you wanted a brunch… idea? So, I gave you one!”

You laugh, and it hits Sungho right in the heart. “Alright, I’ll take one of the Mushroom Cream Pasta,” you tell Donghyun, who nods in response.  

“You’ll be cooking it for me, right, Sungho?”

Yes, ma’am. 

And that’s how Sungho found himself in the kitchen, eagerly yet nervously cooking up a pasta dish for the girl he’s somehow grown shy of. As he’s tossing the ingredients together, Sungho thinks about your laughter—how angelic he finds it, and how it makes your eyes crinkle so cutely. As he’s grating the cheese into the pan of pasta, Sungho’s reminded of his “meet-cute” with you—how cool you sounded when you shrugged off his frantic apologies, instead of getting worked up about it like some other customers do. As he’s carefully plating the dish with rather shaky hands, Sungho confirms to himself—he might just have a tiny crush on you: one of The Boy Next Door’s loyal customers. Cupid’s cheering in the background—his arrows had hit the target, exactly where it’s needed: right at Park Sungho’s heart.

“Here… you go,” Sungho manages with a small voice. He stands rigidly at your table, his arms tightly kept next to his body. He forces a polite smile, secretly wishing that you wouldn’t notice his nervousness. 

“Are you usually this awkward… or is it just me?” you ask, laughing at how wide his eyes get at your question. 

Sungho quickly shakes his head. “No! Certainly not, I’m not… usually... awkward…”

You laugh again. “Well, then it’s just me.” 

If it were totally up to Sungho, he’d love to just take a seat in front of you and watch you eat. However, the universe isn’t totally on his side, so he excuses himself to go tend to another customer’s order. 

“Hey, man,” Dongmin says, catching Sungho’s attention. He looks up from the salmon sandwich he’s constructing. “Is it just me or you’re just weirdly obsessed with that girl by the window?” 

Sungho’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gives a train of awkward laughs. “What? No… what are you talking about?”

No, you know what he’s talking about.

“Dude, even a five year old can catch up on it,” Dongmin rolls his eyes. He ruffles his hair before continuing. “You better shoot your shot before it’s too late—I think she’s just waiting for you to ask at this point.”

“Huh?” Sungho says, handing the finished plate to Lia, another coworker who passed by. 

“Are you really dense or what?” Dongmin replies, laughing. He pats Sungho’s shoulder before signalling towards you. “Y/N, right? Just go tell her you like her.”

Flabbergasted, Sungho freezes. His eyes widen in realisation, and everything starts to kick in. 

He actually likes someone.

He likes you. 

Dongmin is just teasing him, trying to get him to like you—however, little did he know that this isn’t a simple tease that Sungho would ignore. 

“It’s a fucking wake up call,” Sungho mutters to himself. “I… finally like someone.”

However, being a man with no experience of approaching a girl he likes, Sungho remains at his post, arranging freshly baked pastries as he waits for you to finish your meal and pass by him when you walk out of the cafe. 

“Sungho!” you exclaim, rushing towards him. 

“Yeah?” he replies, breathless somehow. 

You smile shyly. “Thanks for the meal—I mean, for cooking it. It’s really good! I love it.”

Sungho mirrors your smile. “You do?” he laughs, “oh—oh my God! I- that’s such a relief! I really– I really thought it’d be horrible or something, you know, I’m afraid I accidentally put in sugar instead of salt, and sour cream instead of the normal one… you know?”

You nod, still smiling. “It’s really good, Sungho. I’d eat it again next time I need brunch.”

“Of course! Yeah, yeah. Of… course,” Sungho nods, eyes darting here and there. 

“Also, may I ask you something?” you continue. 

Sungho tilts his head as he narrows his eyes a little. “Sure, of course.”

Taking a deep breath, you say, “did I… do something wrong? To you? ‘Cause all you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks is avoiding me whenever I come in…”

Sungho sucks his breath through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. He exhales heavily before replying. “Are you… willing to hear me out?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod. “Make it quick though, I have a nail appointment soon..”

“So, this is really really awkward—’cause we’re talking in the middle of the cafe, and I’m holding bread tongs as I’m speaking—I told my friends for the past twenty years that I’d never fall in love, and that love is a waste of my time but then I kinda fell in love and I would absolutely love it if you gave me the honour of becoming your boyfriend,” Sungho says, in one go, without taking a breath in between his words.

“Oh.” is all you’re able to manage. 

“So,” Sungho gives you a smile. “I know the… first impression isn’t great but I could make your second impression of me better?”

You laugh, giving him a napkin that you’ve neatly folded into a heart and written your phone number on it earlier. “Actually, it’s the third impression. And of course, feel free to make it better than the pasta you made me just now.”

― © htaesan, 2025.

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“Motion Picture Soundtrack” teaser by writingmochi

motion picture soundtrack | a trailer

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: a teenager with tormenting demons following behind her moves to a new school when she encounters a boy who has his own set of demons. together, they confide with one another's similarities as well as through music when the boy introduces the teen to his current obsession: the dreamy pop soundscape of moonstruck.

genre: coming of age, realistic fiction, bildungsroman, slice of life, drama, romance, high school au, early 2000s au, angst, fluff, mature content (bullying, harassment, explicit smut)

inspired by: music radiohead's "motion picture soundtrack" (2000), movie all about lily chou-chou (2001) and literature “heaven” by mieko kawakami (2009)

word count: 568 (teaser)

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release: (hopefully) late january - early february

the green exit sign shines above you as you push open the door to the rooftop. another gush of wind, albeit harder, blows against your face and body as you carefully let go of the door so it doesn’t slam into the frame. you could see the view you saw from the lower floor, but it was much, much smaller and blurry. stepping more onto the open space and underneath the noon sun, you walked towards the edge of the rooftop fenced with fences even taller than you, much different from the half walls you see on your previous schools’ rooftop. your hand reaches for the fence, feeling your fingers wrapping around one of its holes as you can visualize the cage changing into the sight of the skirt-wearing girls’ legs that were also caging you as you don’t want to look up. memories that seemed so long ago, even though it was from months before today.

sighing, you turn your head to walk towards the side of the door so that no one can see you when they arrive at the rooftop. pressing your hand against the walkman that is between your armpit, you put on the headset and cover your ears as you walk towards a wall: a barrier from the box containing the staircase down. turning around, you glance down and hold onto your walkman as you slowly slide down against the wall. your finger pressing the power button as you see the light turning on alongside the whirling of the cd inside. you press the rewind button as the cd rapidly spins before a sudden stop, and then you are met with the sound of a subdued synth piano coming.

you rested your head against the wall, closing your eyes as you let the breeze blow against you as you breathed in and out the clear air. the beautiful sound going on in your ear captures the moment so well that you can sense the weight of rest landed on you, making your body calmer as you capture the notion of sleepiness once again from the hard nights of not even getting a minute of sleep. your legs stretched in front of you, feeling your muscles relaxing as your body releases the tension it endures on nearly every muscle.

letting out an enormous sigh, you open your eyes to find a silhouette right across from you. blinking away the blurriness, you tuck your legs closer to your chest as you stare at the figure. a figure you recognize.

a boy with his own pair of earbuds inserted into his ears, connected to the cd walkman he has lying beside his body. the school blazer opens more with the gust as you find more of his broad shoulders. the hair fallen by his forehead blows along with the wind as he watches you. his wide eyes on you.

here you two are, sitting on the walled area beside the rooftop entrance where the rest of the roof is barricaded by the fences. music enters each of your ears with both your headset and his earbuds on. you wanted to stand up and walk away to find another place, but you stayed as you eyed him. his gaze looks between your face before towards your blazer, scanning your name etched there. and you do the same.

the boy sitting on the desk behind you: lee heeseung.

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what is your game-inspired fic?

There have been many movements in the media of games such adaptation of Sonic the Hedgehog to the cinemas and The Last of Us to the TV, the cinematic ways of Silent Hill and Elden Ring, to the coziest games like Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. It also has moved to fics with the increased number of gamer au or fic that is inspired by a plot of a game. If you have one, do you want to highlight it?

We are compiling a list of game-inspired fics that are written with 4th and early 5th gen Kpop idol(s) in mind. Game-inspired fics come in different ways such as creating a new story based on a game or adapting a game into a new media ala the Clue movie based on the Clue board game. You could recommend any fics that even state that the character is a gamer or in e-sports. It is all up to you!

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“Emails I never meant to send” Part 6 by onlyjjong

엔하이픈 --- EMAILS I NEVER MEANT TO SEND (PART 6)

　　 박성훈　 x　 fem!reader　x 　심재윤 　　┊　　a very late and long birthday gift for jennifer!! :> 　　┊　　 wc 4.8k

GENERE　┊ 　!oneshot, !nonidol , !fluff , !hints of angst , !high school, !childhood best friends to lovers , !best friend's brother , !love triangle , !hockey player sunghoon , !basketball player jake , !academic weapon reader

DISCLAIMER 　┊ 　depictions may be inaccurate , contains swear words , mentions of ocs and random characters here and there.

⟡ 📩 𑁋 TAGGING : @a-dream-bookmark , @/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @en-diaries

THE NEXT MORNING, YOU CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH AT THE WAY SUNGHOON’S GAWKING AT YOU, AS YOU RUSH HERE AND THERE TO GET READY.

“What?” 

“What do you mean what?” Sunghoon grumbles. “Where are you going?”

You scrunch your nose, giggling. “Guess!” you exclaim, turning away to finish doing your hair. 

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “How would I know? I mean, we are not going anywhere, so why are you dolling up?”

“Well,” you chuckle, “I’m going to the aquarium with Jaeyun. he asked—”

“JAKE?” Sunghoon yelps, almost falling off the edge of your bed. 

You pause at the sudden reaction, one that you did not expect from Sunghoon. “What? We’re just friends.”

“Yet it’s a date,” Sunghoon flatly addresses. 

“No it’s not!” you shriek, despite the fact that Sunghoon was in fact, correct. “I mean, yes, it is,” you roll your eyes at Sunghoon’s ‘I knew it’ expression. “But I haven’t said anything to him. Like, we’re not in a relationship or anything.”

You show Sunghoon your messages with Jake, hoping to ease the frown on his face. 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hi y/n

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if you’re free today

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎let’s go to the aquarium? let’s go by train

“See?” you say, “it’s nothing.”

Sunghoon turns off your smartphone, placing it to the side. His eyes pierce straight through you. “You look ugly.”

You gasp, your eyes widening as your smile drops drastically. What could hurt more—getting told by your crush that you look ugly, or being rejected by him? 

“Okay, well, I take it back,” Sunghoon hesitates, “you l-look pretty. But, what I’m tryna say is that you don’t have to put on so much makeup.”

You stare at him, heart pounding so loudly as you await his next words. 

Sunghoon continues, eyes looking away from you, “you don’t have to doll up. He’ll like you just the way you are.”

He gives you an awkward smile—leaning forward to pat your head. “I’ll wait outside. I wanna greet Mrs. Lee and say thanks for letting me sleep here.”

You watch as Sunghoon hops off your bed and walks out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Your eyes linger around at the door, as if you’re waiting for him to come back in and watch you get ready. You sigh, turn back to the mirror, and continue finishing your makeup—doubting if you really are overdoing things with every stroke of the makeup brush. 

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MOMENTS LATER, YOU’RE SITTING IN THE TAXI NEXT TO SUNGHOON, WHO INSISTED SO MUCH THAT HE ACCOMPANIED YOU TO THE TRAIN STATION TO MEET JAKE. His excuse? It’s so that you won’t get lost due to the heavy crowd at the station, and so that you won’t be too nervous to go on your first date with Jake. Heeseung agrees, so you have no choice but to obey.

“Do you like Jake?” Sunghoon asks, five minutes into the ride. 

His question is direct and forward, and it feels like a bomb dropped straight to your face. It challenges you to truly label your feelings, distinguishing it clearly. 

You return his gaze, biting your lower lip as you think of an answer, weirdly finding it to be blurry between the lines of yes and no. “No? I mean, he’s a nice person.”

“So you like… like him?”

You aggressively shake your head. “No! I like him as a friend.”

“Yet, you’re going on dates with him?” Sunghoon questions. 

Your mouth sets on a hard line. “Okay, listen. Jake likes me—not the other way around—and he offered to date me for one month.”

“And you agreed?” Sunghoon jabs, his arms crossing across his chest. 

Your gaze sharpens. “Gosh, Hoon, stop being so difficult! As I said, Jake’s just a friend. You don’t have to worry about anything. I agreed to dating him for a month as a ‘preview’ because he’s nice, and... he likes me. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?”

Sunghoon sighs, his jaw clenching. “You think love is a joke?”

Your mouth falls open, and for a few seconds, you struggle to form words. “N-no, I don’t. Love… it’s something serious to me, Hoon, and I know you know that. I’m just giving Jake a chance to prove himself to me.”

“Then if you don’t like him, you’ll reject him?” Sunghoon asks sharply, an eyebrow perched upwards in mockery. 

“Well… yeah,” you admit silently. 

You don’t know what you expect as Sunghoon’s next response, but you’re surprised to find simply nodding and turning away, scrolling through social media on his smartphone. The rest of the taxi ride remains silent, and Sunghoon only opens his mouth when you’ve arrived at the train station. 

“Go on, have fun,” Sunghoon says, urging you to go out before you can offer to pay the fare. “I’ll pay—plus, I have somewhere I need to go to.”

“Are you sure?” you ask as you step out of the vehicle. Sunghoon gives you a strained smile before nodding reassuringly.  

“Yes,” he replies. “Go on, princess, have fun at the aquarium. Don’t annoy Jake too much.”

“Okay,” you say, and you stand there, frozen as you watch the cab drive away. It’s painful, for some reason, to watch him let you go and do nothing about it. 

Though, the universe doesn’t seem to let you dwell onto that guilt for too long. The taxi Sunghoon is in barely goes out of your sight before someone taps your shoulder. You turn around and see Jake—he’s dressed casually in a white tee, a navy blue plaid shirt as a cardigan, and brown jeans. His hair is combed nicely, in a way that some of it falls perfectly on his forehead. 

“Hi,” you say, “you look nice.”

Jake smiles shyly, coughing it away. “Yeah. I-I mean, thanks. You look beautiful.”

You snort, scanning your own outfit—a white babydoll top with plain blue jeans. “Beautiful? I wouldn’t say that.”

Jake pouts. “You give yourself too little credit.”

“Whatever,” you shake your head. 

“So, um, let’s go?” Jake offers you his arm. “I know you might not want to… hold my hand, but if you hold my arm, you won’t get lost in the crowd.”

You give him a slight smile, accepting his offer by grabbing his arm. “Alright, let’s go.”

For the entire train ride to the aquarium, which took about 20 minutes, Jake had been nothing but kind and caring towards you, just how you expected him to be. He made sure to find a seat that was comfortable for you—he even offered his seat to an old lady. Though, he made sure to stand directly in front of you, acting as a shield or a protector. Jake kept a respectful distance from you, but at the same time, he made sure that no creeps or anything of that sort could make you uncomfortable. Of course, you got some comments from people around you that Jake is extremely lucky to have a girlfriend as pretty as you, and vice versa. You tried to deny them at first, clarifying that you and Jake are just friends, but you gave up halfway due to Jake’s speed—you wonder how he managed to reply to them faster than you do. 

When the train arrives at your designated stop, Jake offers you a hand—and you take it, letting him guide you through the ocean of people. At the ticket counter, you didn’t even have a chance to offer to pay—Jake did it all. 

It’s really awkward at first, having everyone look at you with heart eyes, whispering “aww, they’re so cute”, “oh my, they look so good together”, “look at him, so sweet, paying for his girlfriend” as you and Jake pass by. Though, all the awkwardness quickly dissolves away as soon as you set eyes on the aquariums on display. 

The first display hall of the aquarium is decorated with colourful and mystical lights, making the aquatic creatures living inside so much prettier. You pull out your smartphone and take numerous pictures; Jake walking close behind you, observing you intently. He smiles gently as he watches you in awe of the corals and jellyfish, sneaking a few pictures of you. 

Once the two of you reach the highlight of the aquarium, which is the aquarium tunnel, you can’t help but gasp in complete astonishment. Jake watches with amusement, laughing along with you as you spin around, taking in the view around you.

“Jaeyun!” you squeal, the edges of your eyes crinkling as you smile widely. “Look! It’s so pretty!”

To you, the view around you is breathtaking—with every turn, you see sharks swimming around, followed by unknown schools of fishes and aquatic life. But, to Jake, the breathtaking view is you. Features illuminated by hues of blue and purple light, Jake can’t help but smile merrily at the sight of you, happily admiring the scenery in the aquarium. 

“Yeah,” Jake replies, breathless.

“It’s pretty,” he says, but he’s looking at you. 

To: parksung.h0812@gmail.com From: sincerely/n@gmail.com

Hi Sunghoon,

Today’s date with Jaeyun was fun! I haven’t been to the aquarium in Busan for quite some time, so it’s nice to be there! He paid for everything, of course, so I had to enjoy it ten times more! Hehe. He also paid for lunch… I kinda feel bad. I tried to refuse and pay for myself, but Jaeyun wouldn’t let me. :( 

Hmm. I hope you aren’t upset with me spending time with Jaeyun. Okay, honestly, I don’t know why I’m saying this in the first place, but… I don’t know if I should continue loving you. Sure, I still do love you, but maybe, for the sake of my heart, I’ll keep my love strictly within the limits of friendship. 

I don’t know.

I still like you. I want to be with you, grow old and create countless memories with you. But I have to take care of my heart, too, don’t I? 

It’s been five years, Sunghoon, and I don’t know if my love will ever be reciprocated. I don’t know if you’ll ever love me back the same way. Besides, with school ending in five months, it’s certain that we’ll diverge in our paths—not meeting each other again for years to come. I don’t want to be in pain, Sunghoon, but at the same time, I’m willing to go through even the harshest storms and pits of hell for you. 

Sent 19:15 PM, 15th November.

Closing your laptop shut, you hit your head lightly. How could you forget—it’s Jake’s birthday! You only realised after seeing Naeun’s text, reminding you if you’d come over to her house to help set up for Danielle and Jake’s surprise birthday party . The two of you had gone out together for the day, and you didn’t even wish him a happy birthday. Trying not to trip, you grab your purse, smartphone and a puffer coat, and run out of the house. You rush to a nearby cafe—thankfully there has been a bakery in your neighbourhood—to buy two small lunch box cakes. You whip out your smartphone, dialling Jake’s number. The sun is setting, and you desperately hope he answers, despite only parting ways with you less than 30 minutes ago. 

“Y/N?” his voice came through.

You let out a shaky laugh of relief. “Oh, thank you for answering the phone. Are you free?”

“Are you okay?” he asks. “I-I mean, I’m free. Just chilling at home right now. Why?”

“I… want to drop something off,” you say, carefully choosing your words. You certainly don’t want the cake in your hands to not be a surprise. “I-I mean! I want to give you… something.”

You hear Jake chuckle. “Okay, I’ll meet you—send me your location?”

“Can we just meet at your house?” you inquire, not wanting to give Jake an inconvenience. 

“I don’t prefer having the lady go out of her way to meet me,” Jake replies after some silence, “I prefer going out of my way to meet her.”

Your nose crinkles as you try to hold in your shyness. “O-oh, okay… I’ll send you my location.”

You quickly end the call, and send him the location of the cafe you’re standing in front of. A few minutes later, you see Jake running up to you—his hair messily tousled by the wind, his chest heaving up and down drastically. 

“Did you run here?” you ask.

Jake nods. “Yeah. I wanted to meet you.”

You laugh, soft like the wind. “We literally just met this afternoon, Jaeyun.”

“Anyway,” you say, stretching out your arms to show the lunchbox cake, the one that you had asked the shop employee to say ‘Happy Birthday, Jaeyun!’ on it, to Jake. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier today, I didn’t realise it was your birthday too… I mean, you acted like it was a normal day!”

“My birthday too?” Jake asks, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Did you forget that Danielle’s my twin sister?”

You pout, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry…”

After grabbing the cake from your hands, Jake leans forward and pats your head. “Thank you, Y/N. Means a lot.” 

Then, feeling the buzz of your smartphone in your pocket, you’re reminded of the birthday surprise you need to help Naeun with. You quickly say goodbye, and wish Jake a happy birthday again before running off to catch a taxi. 

Jake watches you go, his eyes lingering a second longer even after the taxi you’re in leaves his line of sight. He turns his attention to the lunchbox cake in his hands, a smile curving up his lips as he examines its design—a cute puppy, on a plain white cake, saying ‘Happy Birthday, Jaeyun!’. 

Jake turns on his heel and merrily walks home. Deep in his heart, he knows that the girl he likes has her heart set on someone else, yet this little gesture feels like he’s won her over. It’s short and doesn’t last as long as he’d like it to be, but the butterflies it gives him is enough to last him awhile. 

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AS YOU’RE DESPERATELY WISHING FOR THE TRAFFIC TO DIE DOWN QUICKLY, DUE TO YOU NEEDING TO BE AT NAEUN’S HOUSE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE, YOUR THOUGHTS LEAD YOUR MIND ELSEWHERE. You’re back to thinking about your interaction with Jake—how his surprised yet grateful smile seemed to hide a thousand more emotions behind its perfection… it lingers in your mind. His gestures are sweet and really, really thoughtful—he’s willing to go out of his way for you, always managing to crack a smile from you. 

Deep down, you know Jake cares about you. He’s everything you had looked for in a partner—he’s willing to learn more about you, he’s patient and kind, he’s good looking and he’s smart—if only your heart wasn’t tightly bound to someone else. 

Halfway to Naeun’s place, your smartphone buzzes with a text message. This time, it’s from Naeun. You quickly open it, expecting a “hurry up, Y/N!” or some kind of instruction for the surprise—instead, you find a picture of Jake with the lunchbox cake you gave him. He’s smiling, posing in front of his house, holding it up to the camera with that goofy, happy grin that makes your heart do a little flip. 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎y/n, did you give this cake to him? 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it’s on his instagram story

You reply, 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yes. but it’s not the one we’re surprising them with

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it’s with me rn

You watch Naeun’s reply pop out on the screen. 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oh good

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎scared me

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎also, what’s up with his caption? 

　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“I think I’m in love with her, Y/N. This cake... it’s everything to me. She’s everything.” 

The message halts you in motion. Your fingers hover over the screen, unsure of what to reply. For a moment, you’re sitting there, staring at the screen while the traffic buzzes around the taxi you’re in. 

The message is like a hard slap to the face, but instead of making you cry, it makes you second guess everything.

Is Jake really falling for you? Are his actions purely out of love, and not just some casual ‘I like you’ kind of thing? Is he waiting for something, some kind of answer, from you? 

You press your lips into a thin line, thinking hard. 

Jake has been nothing but patient, kind and loving towards you. He’s everything that every girl, including you, would ask for. Though, that fact comes with a feeling that you can’t shake off—every time you think of Jake’s smile, his kindness and his warmth; it all drifts back to Sunghoon. How the world seems to revolve around him, his bread-like smile, the warmth of his hugs, and the comfort of his presence. 

Your heart always seems to find its way back to Sunghoon. 

You swallow thickly, trying to push the guilt down. It’s not fair to Jake. It’s not fair to anyone, especially you, because you’re the one stuck in the middle of two worlds.

Do you pick Jake, or do you stay with Sunghoon?

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THE SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY IS A BLUR. Everyone’s laughing, chatting, eating their hearts away, and there’s a sense of celebration in the air—but you can’t quite ignore the clenching feeling in your stomach. You’ve got two different people to think about now, and you don’t know how to navigate the space between them.

And all the while, Jake’s smile from earlier keeps dancing in your mind. The way he’d looked at you as you handed him the cake, the way he’d thanked you so earnestly. Why did a small, lunch box cake seem to mean so much to him? How do you even respond to that? How do you face him, knowing he’s waiting for something that you might not be able to give?

You glance across the room, catching Jake’s eye as he talks with Danielle. You quickly look away, feeling a small, warm burn in your cheeks. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking, and more importantly, if he knows that your heart is, somehow, still tethered to someone else.

You pull your eyes away, unaware that Jake had quickly excused himself to approach you.

You sit in silence at the dining table, the birthday party bustling around you. It’s a small party, yet you can feel the high excitement and energy in the atmosphere. You sit alone at your seat, sipping on your drink. Sunghoon had left for a while to get some refreshments for everyone, so you’re left sitting by yourself. 

“Y/N,” Jake says, pulling you out of your haze. “May I sit?”

You give him a quick smile as you nod. “Of course.”

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” Jake asks, grabbing a slice of pizza. “You’re quiet.”

You glance at the ceiling, feeling awkward as you don’t know what to say. You laugh sheepishly. “No, of course not! I am enjoying myself! Just… you know… soaking in everything.”

Jake laughs, throwing his head back. “I can tell with one eye closed that you want to go home right now.”

“Yeah, I should probably study,” you reply with a laugh. 

Your conversation with Jake dims down, and the ambiance of the party resurfaces. You’re sitting in front of Jake, stiffly avoiding his gaze as he’s observing you. It’s like he has a million things to say, but can’t seem to find the right words. 

“Y/N,” Jake suddenly says, his voice unsteady. “Thanks for making this surprise party for me and Danielle.”

You smile at him, breaking eye contact as soon as he finishes speaking. Suddenly, Layla chasing around her tail in the corner becomes such an interesting thing to watch. 

“Of course.”

You connect your gaze with Jake, and you instantly are reminded of the conversation you had earlier at the aquarium. 

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THE TENSION BETWEEN YOU AND JAKE IS PHYSICAL AS YOU TAKE IN THE BEAUTY OF THE AQUARIUM, ELATEDLY IGNORANT OF JAKE’S SILENT ADORATION OF YOU. Sure, the aquarium is beautiful—the lights dancing off the walls of the tunnel, creating wavy shadows of mesmerising colours, illuminating the ocean creatures in a magical way—but, for Jake, you’re the most captivating sight. 

Jake watches you, his focus unwavering from you, with pure content as you spin with excitement, pointing out every creature you lay your eyes upon. There’s an assured warmth in his eyes, the way he lays his eyes on you with a quiet affection that’s very much impossible to ignore; and for a moment, you wonder if maybe you’ve misjudged his feelings. Maybe there’s something deeper there that you haven’t fully acknowledged yet. Maybe he does really really like you—not the casual high school fling you thought he felt. 

“Y/N,” you turn around and your pupils immediately dilate at the sight of Jake, who’s taking a step closer to you. 

Jake gives you a genuine smile. One that made you see that, indeed, there are raw and vulnerable emotions behind Decelis Academy’s basketball ace’s handsome face. His voice is wobbly. “Thank you, really, for doing this with me. I’m really glad because I’m… I’m having a lot of fun, actually. More than I thought I would.”

You glance at him as you stiffly nod, your lips forming a half-smile. 

“Of course,” you reply, feeling a pang in your chest as you remember Sunghoon’s words earlier in the taxi. Was he right? Could it be that Jake is looking for something more from you, and you’re just breaking his heart by doing this—the one-month dating agreement, where you yourself are uncertain if you’d reciprocate his feelings? “Me too—it’s been nice.”

Jake takes a deep breath, and he continues, you begin to wonder if he read your mind. “I know you don’t think that this isn’t a real ‘date’ or anything… but I’d like to think of it as a real one—more than just hanging out, more than just a preview.”

“Y/N…”

You look directly into his dark brown eyes, the raw emotions swirling dangerously inside. 

“I think you’re really special, Y/N. I-I just wanted to let you know that.”

Your steps come to a halt, and Jake almost bumps into you. You turn completely to face Jake, immediately overwhelmed by how heavy the situation feels. You can feel Jake’s palpable sincerity, and as you try to process his words, the rest of the aquarium fades into the background. The tunnel seems to shrink, your surroundings blurring slightly as your focus zeroes in on Jake’s face—his solemn expression, his vulnerability out in the open for you to see.

“You’re a good person, Jaeyun, you really are,” you start, your throat shaking as you struggle to keep your voice steady. Each word feels heavy for your tongue to pronounce—Jake’s gaze is heavy on you, and a small part of you wants to be brutally honest with him, to say the truth that’s been swimming in your chest all day.

“I’m really grateful to have you as a friend, as a tablemate,” you continue, desperately hoping your emphasis on the word friend delivered the message to Jake. You give him a small, almost apologetic smile.

“But, you know…” you say, your fingers fidgeting with the edges of your top. You take a deep breath before finishing your sentence. 

“Right now, I’m… not sure if I can give you what you’re looking for,” you say, and with each letter you utter, the tension from your shoulders releases one by one. “I thought about it, Jaeyun, I really did. But I cherish you—as a friend—so much that I don’t have the heart to make you go through something one sided.”

Jake nods, and you could almost hear your heart splitting as his face softens—you swear you saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. 

“O-of course, I figured,” he says, the crack in his voice evident. He sighs shakily, and for a second, he looks at his shoes to collect his thoughts. He looks back at you, his eyes sparkling with tears that are threatening to fall. “It’s foolish of me to expect anything from someone who’s heart belongs to another, b-but, I just wanted to… put it out there, you know?”

“I like you, Y/N,” Jake confesses, his hand placed above his heart as if he’s trying to stop it from jumping out of his chest. “I really do. I know I have no chance at all, but there’s no harm in trying, right? I just… hope that you might feel the same.”

Your heart skips a beat, and a wave of guilt washes over you. “Jaeyun… I’m sorry, I really am–”

Jake smiles, though it’s not a full smile. “It’s okay. I get it. It’s just… I don’t know. I guess I wanted to know what it would feel like to be with you like that. I thought maybe if we tried, you’d feel what I feel. But… I respect your feelings, Y/N. You don’t have to feel the same way.”

Silence falls between the two of you, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. You stand in your place, watching Jake wipe a hidden tear away from his cheek, taking a deep breath to compose himself. You feel a want to comfort him, to tell him that you’re very grateful to have him as a friend, to tell him that you’re not rejecting him as a person—it’s just that you aren’t ready to give him what he’s looking for in you. 

Though, you stay silent—the moment is too raw, too delicate for you to say anything and ruin it. 

So, instead of talking about it, you grab Jake’s arm, turning your focus back to the aquarium. “Should we go see the penguins next? They must look so cute.”

Jake lets out a heavy breath, and for a second, you think he’s going to pull away or make things awkward between you. But instead, he nods, and his smile returns, albeit a little smaller. “Yeah, that sounds great. Let’s go.”

The rest of your aquarium date goes smoothly without any hiccups, though it flows with a quiet and unspoken understanding. Jake’s demeanour is unchanged—he takes good pictures of you, he smiles and he laughs, though you could feel that his gaze is heavier with a touch of disappointment. You two enjoy the aquarium together, and even though things feel a little unsettled between you and Jake, there’s a comforting familiarity in the way you share small moments of laughter and quiet companionship. 

By the time the sun begins to set, you and Jake are both sitting on a bench outside the aquarium, munching on churros, watching the last few visitors leave. 

Jake turns to you again, his features soft and delicate. “Thanks… thanks for coming, Y/N. I’m glad you agreed to this, I’m glad you came. Even if it’s just as friends.”

You nod, suddenly conscious of the number of chews you make before swallowing a bite of churros. “Me too,” you quietly reply, turning away to look at the soft evening glow of the sky. “Thanks, Jaeyun, for being patient with me—for being my friend, for everything. I know it hasn’t been… easy.”

“Yeah, I mean, it isn’t easy, but it’s worth it,” Jake shrugs, looking way too relaxed despite the tension he faced earlier. “Definitely. You’re worth it, Y/N.”

The two of you exchange smiles, briefly, as you quickly turn your head away, feeling a little too shy and awkward to look Jake directly in the eye. 

“I just want you to be happy, Y/N,” Jake continues, his voice silent as if he’s talking to himself, yet he wants his words only to be heard by you. “Whether that’s with me, or… not with me; I’m okay either way. My happiness is yours.”

You finally turn to Jake, staring deep into his glistening brown eyes. His words are sincere, and in your heart, you feel a swell of gratitude for his maturity. You know that Jake is someone who will always care for you, no matter what the two of you are, no matter where your relationship goes. And as you sit there in comfortable silence, the only thing that’s certain is that, for now, being friends with Jake is the best you can offer him.

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To: parksung.h0812@gmail.com From: sincerely/n@gmail.com

Dear Sunghoon, 

I hope all the barbers and hair salons close down, and that all the scissors in this entire world disappear—just please don’t do anything to your hair. 

I’m punching myself. Why am I even blushing at the mere thought of your fluffy hair–the one that often is pampered by my shampoo and my hair care products? 

Feelings are complicated, truly. I can’t seem to pinpoint why I’m blushing so hard whenever I make eye contact with you today; whenever I see the wind blow through it; whenever I see it flying with you as you run around the field to warm up. 

Sent 15:45 PM, 19th November.

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“Sucker 4 You” by zhounauts

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JAKE HAD NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE.

never had he had this feeling of constantly being at the beck and call of someone, being at someone's mercy seemingly, waiting for even a word.

and then you came crashing into his world, bright smiles and the powdery, sweet smell of prada candy perfume.

his feeling's were small at first. a slight flush at your touch, a smile when you laughed, and his heart fluttering when you gave him that smile of yours.

and then, it became all-consuming: with every little thing that you do, making his heart explode in his chest. every word, every glance, and every smile, jake just couldn't stop it.

his phone buzzes as he sits in jay's living room, and at the sight of your name lighting up his screen he drops his controller immediately, eliciting shrieks of protest from ni-ki.

"hello?"

"jake!" you laugh, "sorry was i bothering your time with your friends?"

"no!" he says, maybe too eagerly, ignoring stares from his friends all around him, "no you're fine. i'm all good, do you need something?"

"nah, i was wondering if you wanted to head to the convenience store," you say, "but if you're with your friends don't worry about it!"

"no, it's fine we're wrapping up anyways," a grin breaks out on his face, "i can meet you there,"

"are you sure?" you ask.

"never been so sure," he answers, breathless. you laugh again.

"alright jake, see you there," as soon as the line drops, jake's standing up from the couch to grab his jacket.

"woah, woah, what the hell?" sunghoon asks, "you can't just pack it up and leave!"

"oh," jake says, "sorry it's just that--"

"yn needs you?" jay asks.

"yeah i-"

"you're a sucker for her," sunoo chimes in, "you know that?"

"right! you do anything she tells or asks you to," ni-ki says.

"she's great and all, but seriously dude," heeseung says, "you've got it bad, and it's obvious to anyone,"

"has she even shown that she likes you back?" jungwon asks, "it's always you," there's a beat of silence that follows after jungwon's words, the hard-hitting truth crashing down on jake.

"whatever," he mutters, "it's not like that at all,"

chilly december air greets him as he heads to your meeting spot, the gears in his head turning at jungwon's comment.

right. his friend's were right. he was completely wrapped around your finger, while you've shown him barely any signs back. he put your needs first, always, whether it was picking you up , getting you your favorite drink, or watching corny romance movies he usually could care less for, and more.

it was obvious. seriously. and you probably knew it to.

yet, his thoughts come to a standstill when he sees you waiting outside the store, wrapped tightly in your puffer jacket and scarf and in your favorite uggs.

his five sense become overloaded at just you alone, and he feels his breath hitch in his throat.

"jake!" you greet, taking your hand out of your pocket to wave. you're gloveless, and from the redness on your nose he can tell you've been waiting.

"how long have you been here for?" he asks, worry laced in his voice.

"not long," you grin, "don't worry your pretty head about it,"

there you went again. nicknames. jake takes a gulp, trying to compose himself.

"how could i not worry about you?"

you go silent, before laughing, “they were right,” you smile, “you really are a sucker for me jake,”

“what?” he echoes, his mind scrambled and heart speeding up.

“you’re lucky,” you grin, “cause i’m a sucker for you to,”

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“31 Days of Fics” by jinnieboosworld

I am so excited to announce my very first Christmas event, everyday of December I will be releasing a new fic for a member of the following groups: Stray Kids, Enhypen, Ateez, Riize, NCT 127, NCT Dream, TXT, and The Boyz.

There are some fics that will be 18+ so be sure to keep a look out for that if you are a !!MINOR DO NOT INTERACT!!

Btw I could not possibly fit all members of each group into this event so I chose the members that first came to mind when thinking of the fics.

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December 1: Christmas Ornament (Stray Kids – Hyunjin)

At a Christmas market, you and Hyunjin reach for the same ornament, sparking a sweet evening of laughter, shared holiday traditions, and tender, snow-dusted moments.

Tags: Fluff

December 2: Snowball Fight (Enhypen – Jungwon)

A playful snowball fight with Jungwon turns into a cozy, heart-racing moment as snowflakes fall, laughter fades, and he leans in to whisper something unforgettable.

Tags: Fluff

December 3: Mistletoe Mishap (Ateez – Seonghwa)

You and Seonghwa keep finding yourselves under the mistletoe at a holiday party until he finally leans in, turning a shy kiss into a moment filled with warmth and longing.

Tags: Fluff

December 4: Tree Trimming (Riize – Shotaro)

Decorating a Christmas tree with Shotaro leads to stolen glances, accidental touches, and a slow dance that ends with a kiss as soft as the twinkling holiday lights.

Tags: Fluff

December 5: Gingerbread Chaos (NCT 127 – Taeyong)

A gingerbread house competition with Taeyong escalates into playful frosting fights and a heated moment where teasing turns into a kiss that lingers sweetly on your lips.

Tags: Fluff

December 6: Ski Lift Confession (NCT Dream – Jaemin)

Stranded on a ski lift with Jaemin, the icy air melts into warmth as he confesses his feelings, and your shared kiss makes the snowy mountains seem far away.

Tags: Fluff

December 7: Ice Skating Date (TXT – Soobin)

Soobin’s clumsiness on the ice leads to laughter, hand-holding, and soft moments under the rink’s twinkling lights, ending in a kiss that melts the chill in the air.

Tags: Fluff

December 8: Cookie Chaos (The Boyz – Sunwoo)

Baking cookies with Sunwoo turns into a playful mess of flour and frosting, but when he pulls you close and kisses you, the kitchen becomes much hotter.

Tags: Fluff, Light 18+

December 9: Christmas Eve Party (Stray Kids – Changbin)

At a lively party, Changbin pulls you aside into the snowy night, and as you kiss under the stars, the chilly air fades away in his warm embrace.

Tags: Fluff

December 10: Snowed-In Cabin (Enhypen – Heeseung)

Snowed in with Heeseung at a cabin, an intimate evening by the fireplace turns steamy as a lingering kiss grows into something deeper.

Tags: 18+

December 11: Hot Chocolate Date (Ateez – Yunho)

A hot chocolate café date with Yunho becomes sweeter when a playful moment outside turns into a kiss that keeps both of you warm.

Tags: Fluff

December 12: Concert Connection (Riize – Eunseok)

At a Christmas concert, Eunseok takes your hand during a love song, and as the crowd fades away, he kisses you softly under the holiday lights.

Tags: Fluff

December 13: Holiday Fair Adventure (NCT 127 – Johnny)

Left to explore a holiday fair together, Johnny’s playful charm and thoughtful gestures lead to a magical kiss under a canopy of twinkling lights.

Tags: Fluff

December 14: Gift-Wrapping Shenanigans (NCT Dream – Renjun)

Renjun wraps you in ribbons as a joke, but the playful atmosphere shifts when he pulls you close for a kiss, leaving you tangled in more than just decorations.

Tags: Fluff

December 15: Winter Wonderland Date (TXT – Yeonjun)

Yeonjun leads you through ice sculptures and bonfires before pulling you aside at a romantic lookout point for a kiss that leaves you warm despite the snow.

Tags: Fluff

December 16: Holiday Movie Marathon (The Boyz – Eric)

Watching holiday movies with Eric under a blanket turns from cozy to electrifying when he steals a kiss during a cheesy romance scene.

Tags: Fluff

December 17: Christmas Carols and Confessions (Stray Kids – Felix)

Singing carols together leads to Felix confessing his feelings, sealing his words with a kiss that captures the warmth of the season.

Tags: Fluff

December 18: Candlelit Holiday Dinner (Enhypen – Sunghoon)

A private dinner with Sunghoon turns romantic under candlelight as he leans in to kiss you, making the night unforgettable.

Tags: Fluff

December 19: Santa Costume Flirting (Ateez – San)

San’s cheeky charm as Santa at a holiday party escalates into a bold kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

Tags: 18+

December 20: New Year’s Bash Kiss (Riize – Anton)

At a New Year’s party, Anton locks eyes with you across the room, finally pulling you in for a passionate kiss as the clock strikes midnight.

Tags: Fluff

December 21: Flirty Gift Exchange (NCT 127 – Haechan)

Haechan’s teasing gift turns into a flirtatious moment that ends with a heated kiss when he finally gets you alone.

Tags: 18+

December 22: Snow Angels and Soft Glances (NCT Dream – Jisung)

Lying in the snow after making angels, Jisung nervously leans in for a soft, shy kiss under the starlit sky.

Tags: Fluff

December 23: Secret Santa Surprises (TXT – Beomgyu)

Beomgyu’s thoughtful Secret Santa gifts reveal his feelings, and his kiss is just as sweet as his surprises.

Tags: Fluff

December 24: Ice Palace Romance (The Boyz – Younghoon)

Exploring an ice palace with Younghoon feels like a dream, and his tender kiss in a secluded corner makes the night magical.

Tags: Fluff

December 25: Christmas Morning Surprise (Stray Kids – Chan)

Christmas morning with Chan is filled with laughter, but his heartfelt gift and a soft kiss make the moment unforgettable.

Tags: Fluff

December 26: Glamorous New Year’s Party (Enhypen – Jay)

Dancing with Jay at a glamorous party ends with a kiss at midnight that’s filled with promise and passion.

Tags: 18+

December 27: Holiday Lights Drive (Ateez – Wooyoung)

Wooyoung pulls over during a light-filled drive to steal a kiss that makes you feel like the only two people in the world.

Tags: Fluff

December 28: Cozy Blanket Cuddles (Riize – Wonbin)

Snuggled under a blanket with Wonbin, a soft moment turns into a kiss that feels like home.

Tags: Fluff

December 29: Ice Prince Fantasy AU (NCT 127 – Doyoung)

In a magical winter kingdom, the Ice Prince Doyoung finally melts, brushing a kiss against your lips that thaws his heart.

Tags: Fluff, Fantasy AU

December 30: Holiday Photoshoot (NCT Dream – Chenle)

A playful photoshoot with Chenle turns romantic when he surprises you with a kiss mid-laugh.

Tags: Fluff

December 31: New Year’s Kiss (TXT – Taehyun)

Taehyun’s kiss at midnight feels like a tender promise for the year ahead, marking a new beginning.

Tags: Fluff

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“This is so not fair” by jinnieboosworld

This Is So Not Fair

Hakneyeon x Female Reader

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Genre: RomCom, Fluff

Summary: Y/n, a rich girl gets cut off from her parents and has to start working at a street food stand. She absolutely hates her new life that is until she meets a guy named Hakneyeon who shows her that money truly doesn’t buy happiness.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8979

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Y/N was in full crisis mode. It was the kind of crisis that only the truly privileged could ever experience—like a spoiled child being forced to grow up far too soon.

She sat in the back of a black town car, staring out the window at the bustling Seoul streets. The hum of the traffic and the neon lights outside only made her feel more isolated. Her world had been flipped upside down in a matter of hours.

“You’re 23, Y/N. It’s time you learned some responsibility.” Her father’s words echoed in her head, cold and dismissive. “You’re cut off. No more credit cards. No more luxury apartments. No more trust funds. You’re on your own.”

Her mother had barely spared her a glance, already preoccupied with her salad at dinner. “You’ll need to figure things out on your own, sweetheart.”

Y/N had been livid, of course. She didn’t need to work, and she certainly didn’t want to. For as long as she could remember, she had lived a life of excess—designer clothes, vacations in Bali, spa days at the finest resorts. The idea of working was so far out of her reality, it might as well have been a foreign concept.

And yet, here she was, being dropped off at a rundown street food stand in the middle of nowhere. The sign above read “Bulgogi King.” She felt like she might actually die.

The town car pulled away, leaving Y/N to stare at the tiny stand with its peeling paint and modest, no-nonsense appearance. There were plastic chairs set up in front, the smell of sizzling meat and spicy sauce wafting through the air. The thought of eating food from that stand made her stomach churn. The people around her were busy, standing in line, chatting and laughing, as if this was just another day in their humble lives.

But it wasn’t her day. It wasn’t her life.

She tugged at her stained apron, trying to adjust the oversized, hideous t-shirt that said “Bulgogi King” across the front. She was too embarrassed to even look at herself in the reflection of the glass window, her face flushed with the humiliation of it all.

This was so not fair.

“What is the meaning of all this?!” Y/N muttered under her breath. “I can’t believe they’re making me work here. I mean—this is insane. I’m the heir to the L/n Corporation. This isn’t my life!”

She groaned, staring at the man who was currently running the stand. He was casually flipping meat on the grill, unfazed by her presence, his hands moving with effortless precision.

The guy was about her age, tall and lean, his hair tousled under a cap. His posture was relaxed, like he wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that he was working behind a street food cart in the middle of this chaotic neighborhood. Y/N couldn’t help but stare, as his confidence made her feel completely out of place. How could someone just… be okay with this?

She was still too busy sulking to realize that the guy had been watching her for a while.

“Hey,” he finally spoke up, his voice calm and casual. “You’re the new girl, right?”

Y/N didn’t even look at him, her eyes trained on the ground as she crossed her arms in defiance. “I’m not staying here long. Just… dealing with a small family situation. It’s really not fair.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “A small family situation?” He smiled a little. “You don’t exactly look like the type who works at a place like this.”

Y/N shot him a glare. “Well, I’m not. I’m—” She stopped herself, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. “I’m not like you.”

He just smirked, not taking offense, which irritated her more. “I’m Hakneyeon, by the way. I run this stand. I’m guessing you haven’t worked a day in your life, huh?”

“I’ve worked plenty of important things,” she snapped. “I don’t need to do this. This is beneath me.” She took a step back, her arms folded tighter. “I’m a L/n I don’t work. I just… live.”

Hakneyeon chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know, it’s not all about living in luxury. You’d be surprised how good it feels to work for something real.”

Y/N felt a twinge of anger at his words. “Please, don’t tell me you’re lecturing me about work. You think I want to be here? I didn’t choose this life.”

Hakneyeon shrugged. “No one chooses the circumstances they’re born into, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make the best of it.”

Y/N huffed, her pride still too big to allow herself to be humbled by some guy working a food stand. “Well, I’m not staying long. So if you could just let me get through this hell of a day without you offering unsolicited advice, I’d appreciate it.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just took the grill spatula in his hand and flipped another skewer of bulgogi onto the sizzling grill. “Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. “But you know, you’d probably enjoy the job a lot more if you actually gave it a chance.”

Y/N felt a spark of irritation at his calmness. He was too nonchalant about this whole thing. She was miserable—didn’t he realize that?

Instead of saying anything more, she turned toward the tiny ordering counter. “Fine. I’ll just… get this over with.”

She stood there, her arms crossed tightly as she forced herself to stand still. Hakneyeon was right; she wasn’t cut out for this. Every minute that passed, she could feel herself becoming more uncomfortable.

But she wasn’t going to admit that to him. No way.

“This is so not fair,” she muttered again, more to herself than anyone else. She was not meant to be here.

Hakneyeon, however, didn’t seem fazed. “That’s what I keep hearing.”

And for some reason, the way he said it made her almost believe he wasn’t mocking her.

Almost.

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Y/N stood in front of her full-length mirror, giving herself a once-over. She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the sight before her. The mandatory food stand shirt hung loosely on her frame, an ugly oversized piece of cotton that did absolutely nothing for her shape. It was branded with the logo of the stand she worked at, and while the shirt was supposed to be “practical,” all Y/N could think was how it completely ruined her otherwise flawless outfit.

She had on her expensive black leather pants, a pair that cost more than a month’s rent. Her gold jewelry sparkled even under the dim light of her apartment, and her heels—her gorgeous, strappy, sky-high heels—added just the right amount of height to make her feel like she could still rule the world.

But this… this was ridiculous.

The shirt clashed with everything. And yet, she couldn’t just wear something else. It was her uniform, after all. Her parents had made it clear that she had to work at the food stand for a while—“get some perspective,” they called it. A punishment for her supposed “entitlement” and “lack of appreciation” for the money she’d been given her entire life.

What was that supposed to mean anyway?

Y/N glared at the shirt in the mirror, as if glaring would somehow make it disappear. She reached for her phone and checked the time. She had about twenty minutes before she had to leave for work, and she wasn’t about to show up looking like a total disaster. Not in front of… well, not in front of anyone. Certainly not in front of Hakneyeon.

Hakneyeon.

The name echoed in her mind, and she felt her stomach do a little flip. Despite everything she’d told herself, despite how much she’d tried to convince herself that this job was beneath her, there was something about Hakneyeon that kept nagging at her. He was patient with her. He didn’t judge her, despite all the stupid mistakes she’d made since starting at the stand. There was a quiet confidence in him, something that made him seem entirely different from anyone she’d ever known.

She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside. She didn’t need to think about him right now.

Y/N picked up her bag and stormed out of her apartment, making her way to the stand with purpose. She climbed into the back of a rideshare, her heels clicking against the floor of the car as she fiddled with her phone. The thought of what awaited her at the food stand made her stomach churn. The chaotic atmosphere, the greasy smells, the low-wage workers—everyone who wasn’t “someone” like her.

She grimaced as the car came to a stop. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

When she arrived, Y/N stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. She might’ve had a bad attitude about this job, but one thing was for sure: she wasn’t going to let her clothes get ruined. She adjusted her shirt, hoping that the mix of expensive pants and flashy jewelry would distract anyone from the fact that she was essentially dressed like a food stand worker.

But as she walked inside the stand, her plans to look cool and collected quickly fell apart.

There was Hakneyeon, standing behind the counter, flipping something on the grill with the ease of someone who had been doing it for years. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the hectic energy of the stand, and somehow, it made everything seem less overwhelming. He noticed her immediately and gave her a friendly wave.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a smirk.

Y/N immediately rolled her eyes. She hated that nickname. “I’m not your princess,” she shot back, her tone sharp, though she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

The moment she stepped behind the counter, things started to go downhill. Y/N had been there for about five minutes, organizing condiments and pretending to know what she was doing when a customer ordered a large portion of fries. Normally, she would’ve taken care of that quickly. But today, she managed to spill an entire packet of seasoning all over the counter.

“Are you serious?” she muttered under her breath, trying to gather the seasoning up with her hands. It was a futile effort, and she only ended up knocking over a bottle of ketchup that exploded all over the counter and her shirt.

“Oh my god, this is so not fair,” Y/N groaned, wiping her hands on her already stained shirt.

Hakneyeon glanced over at her, trying to hide his amusement. “You okay over there?”

She looked up at him, her face flushed with frustration. “No! I’m not okay! This is ridiculous!” she half-screeched, trying and failing to salvage the situation. Her pants—her beautiful, designer leather pants—now had ketchup all over them. “I’m going to need a whole new wardrobe at this rate.”

He stepped forward, not at all surprised by her mini meltdown. “It’s just ketchup. It happens,” he said with a grin. “Besides, I think it’s kind of cute how you’re trying so hard.”

Y/N shot him a glare. “Cute? Cute isn’t the word I would use. This is a disaster. I’ll never get all this off.”

Hakneyeon simply shook his head, his grin widening. “It’s not the end of the world. You’ll figure it out. And hey, your pants are still fancy, even with the ketchup.”

“I’m not here to make mistakes,” she snapped, though the edge in her voice wasn’t quite as harsh as before. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and she rubbed at the ketchup stain in vain. “I don’t do mistakes.”

He chuckled at her, which only made Y/N feel more embarrassed. The last thing she wanted was for someone like him—someone who knew this place, who was so comfortable in this environment—to see her so out of her element. She was used to being the one who had it all together. And yet, here she was, spilling food and ruining her clothes.

Hakneyeon just smiled knowingly. “You’re doing fine,” he said, his tone casual. “You just gotta get used to it.”

“Used to it?” Y/N’s voice was filled with disbelief. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this place. It’s so… messy. And this shirt? This stupid shirt?”

Hakneyeon looked at her with a quiet, amused expression. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to just throw away your old habits overnight, but hey, you might get there. Eventually.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she looked down at her shirt and the mess she’d made, frowning as she grabbed a towel and began to wipe at the stain. Maybe he was right. Maybe she couldn’t just change everything about herself in a single day, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

With one last sigh, she started cleaning up the mess she’d made, trying to push down her frustration. She could feel Hakneyeon’s eyes on her, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it was almost comforting. He wasn’t judging her. He wasn’t mocking her.

He was… helping.

And that, for whatever reason, felt strangely good.

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Y/N’s third day at the food stand was no better than the first two. If anything, it was worse. The thought of spending another eight hours behind the counter, serving greasy food and wearing that ridiculous shirt, made her want to scream. She could feel the stain from yesterday still haunting her—the ketchup not only ruined her pants, but her pride too.

The constant noise of sizzling food, the never-ending stream of customers, and the sticky heat that seemed to settle in the air—it was all too much. Yet, as much as she hated it, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that there was something oddly… comforting about it.

Especially when Hakneyeon was around.

It was like he was a magnet, pulling her attention no matter what she was doing. Whether he was flipping burgers or sorting out the ice machine, there was something about the way he carried himself that made him hard to ignore.

And today, like the last few days, it wasn’t any different.

“Y/N,” Hakneyeon called, his voice cutting through the loud chatter of the stand. He was holding a large tub of fries in his hands, eyes scanning the counter for any open spots. “You mind grabbing some ketchup packets for this order?”

Y/N reluctantly left her spot behind the counter, pushing her hair out of her face. She turned and moved toward the supply shelf, but her eyes couldn’t help but drift back to him. There he was, effortlessly balancing multiple trays of food while his arm flexed slightly as he adjusted the trays on the counter. He wasn’t even trying to look good—he was just existing—and yet Y/N found herself momentarily breathless.

She cleared her throat and quickly focused on grabbing the ketchup packets, reminding herself that she had a job to do. She wasn’t here to admire Hakneyeon’s arms or the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders. No, she was here to get this over with, to fulfill her “punishment,” and then return to her life of luxury.

But then—of course—it happened again.

As she passed him with the ketchup packets in hand, she watched him clean up a spill on the counter with effortless grace, his movements smooth and sure. He didn’t even break a sweat. The way he bent down to wipe the floor—his back muscles flexing slightly, the way his shirt stretched over his chest—was enough to make Y/N’s heart stutter.

She quickly turned away, a flush creeping up her neck. “So not fair,” she muttered under her breath.

She hated how it felt. It wasn’t just that he was good-looking—though, God, he was—there was something more. It was the ease with which he navigated this environment, the casual confidence that made him appear so… put together.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice how he handled everything with such grace, like working in a food stand wasn’t even a challenge for him. Meanwhile, Y/N felt like a disaster every time she did anything. Her clothes were constantly getting stained or ruined, she spilled things, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so clumsy.

But Hakneyeon? He didn’t make mistakes.

It was when a new customer approached the counter, a teenager asking for the most complicated order Y/N had heard all day, that she noticed another thing. Hakneyeon was talking to the customer, smiling softly, as he grabbed the fries from the fryer. His voice was warm and soothing as he answered the teenager’s questions, and when he handed over the food, his soft smile made the entire interaction feel calm and natural.

Y/N found herself watching him again, and for a moment, it felt like everything around her slowed down. She couldn’t quite place it, but there was something about the way he spoke—his quiet assurance—that made him seem so… appealing. So different from anyone she’d known before.

But before she could analyze it any further, a loud crash interrupted her thoughts. A stack of plates had fallen off the shelf next to her, the ceramic plates clattering loudly on the floor. She jumped, her heart racing as she looked down at the mess she’d created.

“Great,” she muttered. “Just what I needed.”

As she bent down to pick up the plates, Hakneyeon appeared next to her, already crouched down to help. His hands worked quickly and efficiently, as though he’d done this a thousand times before.

“You okay?” he asked softly, glancing up at her with an easy smile.

Y/N sighed in frustration. “Honestly? No. But thanks for helping,” she mumbled, continuing to gather the shattered plates.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hakneyeon said, his tone light. “It’s not the end of the world.”

The way he said that, so calmly, with no hint of irritation, was enough to make Y/N stop for a moment. She glanced at him, meeting his eyes for a brief second. There was something about the way he didn’t judge her for her clumsiness, the way he didn’t make her feel like a burden, that tugged at something inside her.

She was used to being the one who was admired, who was the center of attention. But with Hakneyeon, it felt different. He didn’t care about her wealth or her status—he just saw her as someone who needed a little help, and that was enough.

“You’re not as bad as you think,” Hakneyeon added, standing up as he finished picking up the last piece of plate. “You just gotta get used to things around here. It’s not as bad as it seems.”

Y/N shook her head, smiling despite herself. “I don’t know. I’m still trying to get used to… all of this.”

He laughed softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair in a way that felt more playful than patronizing. “Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

The soft touch of his hand on her hair, even though it was brief, left a tingling feeling on her skin. Y/N quickly stepped away, not wanting to make this moment more awkward than it already was.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of orders, laughter, and the usual chaos of the food stand. But every time she caught a glimpse of Hakneyeon—whether it was him flipping burgers or cleaning off the grill—Y/N couldn’t shake the strange fluttering in her chest. There was just something about him. Something that made everything else feel… insignificant.

As the day came to an end and the stand began to empty out, Y/N found herself alone behind the counter with Hakneyeon, wiping down the counters for the last time.

“So, what’s your plan after this?” he asked casually, tossing a rag into the laundry bin.

Y/N paused, a slight frown tugging at her lips. “I don’t know. Probably head back to my apartment and sulk a little more. Definitely going to need a new wardrobe after all this.”

Hakneyeon raised an eyebrow at her. “Still not a fan of the job, huh?”

Y/N shook her head. “I’ll get over it. Or… I’ll try, anyway. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his voice soft but understanding. “But don’t give up on it so quickly. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

Y/N smiled a little, though she couldn’t entirely shake the feeling that he might be right. Maybe, just maybe, this whole experience wasn’t as horrible as she made it out to be.

At least not as long as Hakneyeon was around.

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Y/N wasn’t sure what exactly had changed, but somewhere between cleaning trays and making the same greasy fries she had no interest in eating, something shifted. It was the quiet way Hakneyeon worked, his movements smooth and confident, that had made her feel… well, different. But it wasn’t just that. It was how he didn’t let anything get to him. His constant calm was something she admired even though she refused to admit it.

The next morning, Y/N groggily dragged herself out of bed, her eyelids heavy from another night spent sulking about her life. She was halfway through reapplying her eyeliner when she remembered something.

Today was her day off from the food stand.

A part of her was relieved, but another part—the stubborn, prideful part—was a little disappointed. She had to admit it—there was something about being at the stand that pulled her out of her privileged bubble, something that made her feel oddly… alive. And Hakneyeon, though he wasn’t her type at all, had somehow become an unavoidable presence in her life.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, she found herself missing him.

“Stop it,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. “This is so not fair. I’m not here for this.”

But as she wandered around her apartment, her mind kept drifting back to him, to the way he would look when he focused, his concentration so sharp that she’d almost forget how good he looked. Hakneyeon wasn’t just handsome in that “I’m too pretty for my own good” way. It was the way he was so effortlessly cool, like everything came so naturally to him. He had the kind of confidence that was attractive but not arrogant—almost the opposite. He seemed to carry himself with this quiet dignity, the kind you couldn’t fake.

That was the moment it hit her: she had caught feelings. Real, unshakeable feelings for Hakneyeon.

This realization made her almost choke on her coffee. “No, no, no,” she muttered. “I’m not supposed to like him.”

She stood there for a moment, staring into her mug like it held the answers to her life’s problems. The idea of liking someone who wasn’t rich or impressive or part of her world… It felt absurd. She wasn’t someone who liked regular people. She liked power, status, luxury. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet it had.

When Y/N showed up at the food stand that afternoon, the familiar scent of fried food immediately hit her, the greasy air smacking her in the face. She walked in to find Hakneyeon at the counter, sorting orders with his usual calm efficiency. There was a group of kids sitting on the benches outside, their excited chatter filling the air, but Hakneyeon remained completely unfazed by the noise around him.

He looked up at her as she walked in, his usual warm smile lighting up his face. “Hey, you’re here early.”

“Yeah, I thought I’d give it another shot,” Y/N said, leaning against the counter. “Don’t get used to it though.”

He chuckled and gave her a knowing look. “Don’t worry, I won’t. But you look… different today.”

Y/N blinked, slightly taken aback. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, wiping his hands on his apron. “You just seem… more relaxed.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to play it off. “You’re imagining things. I’m still me, just trying to survive.”

“Well, if this is your way of surviving, you’re doing better than you think,” Hakneyeon said, handing her a drink order with a teasing grin. “Your clumsiness is actually pretty entertaining.”

Y/N crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

Hakneyeon just grinned wider. “I aim to please.”

Her stomach fluttered, but she quickly ignored it. It had to be the weird food smells and the ridiculous uniform she was wearing. That was the only logical explanation. Nothing else could explain the way her heart raced whenever he smiled at her or when his eyes lingered on her for just a little too long.

The day went on as usual, but this time, Y/N couldn’t help but notice more. Every time Hakneyeon interacted with a customer, she found herself studying his movements—how he took orders with effortless charm, how he made them laugh, how he was just good at what he did. Even when he wasn’t doing anything particularly remarkable, Y/N couldn’t stop her mind from drifting to him.

There was a moment when the two of them were stocking up on napkins behind the counter. She had just reached for the same box as him, and their hands brushed.

“Sorry,” she mumbled quickly, her face flushing slightly.

Hakneyeon smiled that smile of his, the one that made everything feel light. “It’s fine,” he said casually. “We’re a team now, right?”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, and she quickly turned away to grab another box to avoid making this any more awkward than it already was. But the truth was, she couldn’t stop the little spark of warmth spreading through her chest.

That was what bothered her the most.

She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. She wasn’t supposed to get butterflies when Hakneyeon smiled at her, or when their hands brushed. She wasn’t supposed to care about him, not really. She wasn’t supposed to get attached to a guy who worked at a food stand.

But it was happening anyway.

By the end of the day, Y/N was exhausted, but something had changed. As she leaned against the counter, staring out at the fading light of the setting sun, Hakneyeon appeared beside her. His apron was slightly askew, his hair a little messier than usual, but he still looked effortlessly handsome.

“Long day, huh?” he asked, looking at her with a slightly teasing smile.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Y/N muttered, not really looking at him. “I’m still getting the hang of this.”

“You’re doing fine,” Hakneyeon said reassuringly, his voice soft. “You’ll get used to it. Just… try not to spill any more drinks on yourself next time, okay?”

She snorted. “No promises.”

He laughed, the sound warm and easy. “You’ll survive, trust me.”

Y/N found herself smiling, a genuine smile, one that reached her eyes. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, this life. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, spending time with Hakneyeon. But that was the thing. She wasn’t ready to admit that to herself just yet.

Not yet.

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Y/N had always been one to stay in control. The idea of letting someone else call the shots, to give up a little of her independence, was a concept she had never fully embraced. So when she walked into the food stand the next morning, her head was spinning with all the thoughts of last night.

Her interactions with Hakneyeon had felt different. She had spent the evening after her shift in her room, trying to dissect every moment. The way he had smiled at her, the way his eyes seemed to lock onto hers, even when it wasn’t necessary—those little moments had somehow started to mean something more than she wanted them to. What was worse was that she didn’t know what to do with it.

Her life had been so much easier when she could avoid feelings altogether.

“Here we go again,” Y/N muttered to herself as she adjusted her hair in the mirror before entering. It was something of a daily ritual now—checking herself over before facing him. She still wore her usual mix of her stand uniform and expensive accessories, the jewelry like armor to keep her from letting anyone get too close.

When she walked into the stand, she was surprised to find Hakneyeon already deep into his work, sorting through orders with a speed and grace that made him look almost too good for this place. He didn’t even look up when she entered, but the familiarity of his presence was strangely comforting.

Y/N walked past the counter, trying to act like nothing had changed, but the unease gnawing at her insides made it harder to keep her usual cold composure.

“Morning,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Hakneyeon looked up, his face lighting up as always. “Morning, Y/N. You ready for another day of greasy fries and messy customers?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. “You know it. It’s like a dream come true.”

He laughed, but there was something different about it today. It wasn’t just his usual easygoing demeanor. There was a little more warmth, a little more something between them that hadn’t been there before. And that made Y/N’s stomach do a flip.

The day went on as usual, with her still fumbling her way through each task. She was trying, really trying to get the hang of it, but everything she did seemed to make a mess of things. It was like every time she turned around, she was tripping over something or dropping something or spilling something on herself. It was exhausting, but Hakneyeon never seemed to mind. If anything, he found her mistakes more endearing than frustrating.

“Hey,” he said around midday as she was wiping down the counter, her hands still a little sticky from something she had spilled earlier. “You’re doing great today. Really.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the surprised expression that crossed her face. “I don’t know about that. I’ve spilled three sodas and dropped an order of fries, and I’m pretty sure my uniform is beyond saving.”

Hakneyeon grinned, clearly amused. “But you’re still here, aren’t you? That’s something, at least.”

She couldn’t help but smile back at him, a soft, genuine smile she rarely allowed herself to give anyone. But as quickly as it appeared, she masked it again, retreating behind her usual defense.

“Thanks, I guess.” She adjusted her apron with a little more force than necessary. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep up with this. I don’t belong here.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, not in a mocking way, but in a way that made her feel seen. “What do you mean by that?”

Y/N sighed, finally wiping down the last of the counter. She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but she was too tired to fight it. “I just… I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to do any of this. I can barely keep it together.”

Hakneyeon was quiet for a moment, the usual ease in his expression replaced by something softer, more thoughtful. “Y/N, nobody expects you to be perfect. You’re learning. You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

“But I’m supposed to,” Y/N countered, a bit sharper than she meant to. “I’ve always been told that I need to be perfect, that I can’t fail. If I’m not good at this, what am I even doing here?”

Hakneyeon didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned against the counter, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and understanding. “You know, if you let go of the idea that you need to be perfect, you might actually enjoy this a little more.”

Y/N frowned, still not ready to let go of her pride. “I don’t need advice on how to be happy. I’m fine.”

“Are you?” Hakneyeon asked softly, his gaze never leaving her. “You might think you’re fine, but from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trying to convince yourself of something that isn’t true.”

Y/N froze at his words, the weight of them sinking in. She opened her mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. There was no real defense for her actions. No real excuse for the way she’d been trying so hard to keep everything perfect when all she had done was make herself more miserable.

Hakneyeon, seeming to sense her internal battle, didn’t press further. He simply smiled, this time a little more knowing. “It’s okay. You’ll figure it out.”

Y/N nodded, although she wasn’t sure if she would. She had always lived her life with everything mapped out. She didn’t know how to let go, how to just be.

Later that afternoon, Y/N found herself walking through the busy streets, the same food stand she worked at still in the back of her mind. The day had been one of the worst, but also the most revealing. Maybe Hakneyeon was right. Maybe she had been trying too hard to keep things together, to uphold a version of herself that wasn’t even real.

But was it possible to change? To stop pretending that she had everything under control when, in reality, it was all slipping through her fingers?

The question was still there as she walked home, but as she passed a street vendor selling flowers, something caught her eye. A single, bright red rose was lying in a basket, its petals soft and delicate.

It was simple, like the life she had been too afraid to accept. It was beautiful, and maybe, just maybe, that was all she needed to realize.

That sometimes, you didn’t need to be perfect to be happy.

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Y/N dragged herself into the food stand the next morning, her heels clicking against the pavement. She’d been in a terrible mood all night, replaying Hakneyeon’s words in her head like an annoying pop song she couldn’t turn off. “You might think you’re fine, but it looks like you’re trying to convince yourself of something that isn’t true.” Who did he think he was, calling her out like that?

And yet, she couldn’t shake the way his words had lingered.

Hakneyeon was already there, unloading boxes of supplies from the truck parked by the stand. His black T-shirt clung to his back as he worked, and Y/N found herself watching him for a second too long. Why does he look like he’s starring in some kind of cologne commercial? she thought, annoyed with herself for noticing.

He turned just as she approached, wiping his brow and flashing her a grin. “Morning, sunshine.”

She rolled her eyes but felt her cheeks heat up anyway. “Do you ever take a day off?”

“Not when there’s work to do,” he replied, setting the box down. “But don’t worry, I saved the fun stuff for you.”

“Fun?” she asked suspiciously.

He pointed to a bucket of soapy water and a stack of rags. “The counters need scrubbing. You’re welcome.”

Y/N stared at the bucket like it had personally insulted her. She was already regretting wearing her cream-colored designer trousers and suede boots, but there was no turning back now.

“This is so not fair,” she muttered under her breath, grabbing a rag and kneeling by the counter.

Ten minutes in, Y/N was a mess. Her elbow knocked over the bucket, spilling soapy water all over the pavement—and her pants. She let out a frustrated groan, looking down at her now soggy, soapy trousers.

Hakneyeon, of course, was biting back laughter. “You okay over there?”

“No, I’m not okay,” she snapped, grabbing another rag and furiously trying to dry herself off. “This is a disaster.”

He crouched next to her, his smile softening. “Hey, it’s just soap. No need to declare a national emergency.”

“You don’t get it,” she huffed. “These pants cost more than this whole stand!”

Hakneyeon raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear designer clothes to work at a food stand, then.”

Y/N glared at him but couldn’t come up with a decent comeback. He had a point, even if she hated admitting it.

The rest of the morning was no less chaotic. Y/N somehow managed to burn her hand on the fryer (again), smear ketchup on her blouse, and trip over her own feet while carrying a tray of drinks. Every time, Hakneyeon was there to either tease her or help clean up the aftermath.

Despite her irritation, there were moments when she caught herself smiling. Like when she glanced over and saw Hakneyeon flipping burgers with practiced ease, his hair falling into his eyes as he concentrated. Or when he leaned against the counter during a slow moment, sipping from a water bottle and looking like he belonged in some indie movie about effortlessly cool people.

Why does he have to look so good doing the most mundane things? she thought, trying not to stare.

By lunchtime, Y/N was exhausted. She slumped onto a stool, brushing ketchup off her sleeve with a sigh. Hakneyeon slid a plate of fries in front of her, grinning.

“You’ve earned it,” he said.

“Gee, thanks,” she muttered, but she couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

Hakneyeon sat across from her, his gaze thoughtful. “You know, for someone who claims to hate this job, you’ve been showing up every day.”

She looked up, her expression guarded. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Maybe not,” he said, leaning back. “But you’re here. And you’re trying, even if you won’t admit it.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond. She hated that he saw through her so easily, hated that he made her feel things she wasn’t ready to deal with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said finally, taking a bite of a fry.

Hakneyeon just smiled, like he knew something she didn’t.

That evening, as she walked home, Y/N found herself passing the same flower vendor from the day before. The red roses still caught her eye, their vibrant petals standing out against the drab surroundings.

Without really thinking, she stopped and bought one.

As she walked the rest of the way home, the rose in her hand, she couldn’t help but feel like it symbolized something. She wasn’t sure what yet, but it was a small reminder that maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than what she had always believed.

She wasn’t ready to change completely. Not yet. But for the first time, she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

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Y/N trudged into the food stand the next morning, designer sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair pinned back with a diamond-studded clip. Even with her usual air of defiance, the familiar sight of the stand—and Hakneyeon’s easy smile—was starting to feel less unbearable. Not that she’d admit it.

“You’re late,” Hakneyeon said, his tone light as he handed her an apron.

“I was accessorizing,” she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Fashionably late, thank you very much.”

Hakneyeon smirked. “Right. Because this place is so glamorous.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but took the apron without argument. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to fall into a routine. Messy, chaotic, and frustrating, sure—but a routine nonetheless.

The morning rush came in waves, with customers lining up for their favorite dishes. Hakneyeon manned the fryer while Y/N took orders, her smile strained but polite.

“Two corndogs, one extra crispy!” she called back, turning to grab the cash from the customer. In her haste, her bracelet snagged on the edge of the counter, sending a stack of napkins flying.

“This is so not fair,” she muttered, scrambling to pick them up as Hakneyeon laughed.

“You okay, calamity queen?” he teased, flipping a corndog onto a tray.

“Don’t start with me,” she warned, though her tone lacked its usual bite.

Still, she couldn’t help but glance at him as he worked. He moved with an effortless confidence, like he belonged here in a way she couldn’t imagine herself ever feeling. And when he smiled at a customer—a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes—it did something to her she couldn’t explain.

Why does he have to look so good just existing? she thought, shaking her head to snap herself out of it.

By the time the lunch rush hit, Y/N was a walking disaster. She’d spilled mustard on her shoes, burned her finger on the fryer (again), and nearly knocked over an entire tray of drinks. Hakneyeon swooped in every time, his teasing always accompanied by an annoying amount of charm.

“You’re consistent, I’ll give you that,” he said, grinning as he handed her a wet rag to clean the mustard off her pants.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” she shot back, dabbing at the stain.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, leaning against the counter as he watched her.

Y/N glared at him but couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at her lips. As much as she hated the teasing, there was something about the way Hakneyeon looked at her—like she wasn’t just the spoiled rich girl everyone else saw.

Later that afternoon, Y/N caught him in one of those moments again. He was sweeping up near the counter, his sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from the long day. The sunlight streamed through the stand’s awning, catching on his cheekbones and making him look like something out of a romance movie.

She stared for a beat too long, and when he glanced up, their eyes met.

“Something on my face?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” she said quickly, turning back to the register. Her cheeks burned as she fumbled with the buttons.

“Uh-huh,” Hakneyeon said, clearly unconvinced but merciful enough not to push.

As the day wound down, Y/N found herself cleaning the counters again—this time without complaint. She still hated the work, but there was something oddly satisfying about the rhythmic motion, about seeing something go from messy to clean.

Hakneyeon was wiping down the fryer nearby, humming a tune under his breath. The sound was low and soothing, blending with the hum of the city outside.

“Do you ever stop?” Y/N asked, breaking the silence.

“Stop what?”

“Being… you,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “All hardworking and cheerful and—ugh.”

Hakneyeon laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “What can I say? Someone’s gotta balance out your drama.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her. For once, it didn’t feel like he was mocking her—it felt like they were… something close to friends.

As she walked home that evening, Y/N felt the familiar weight of exhaustion, but it wasn’t as crushing as before. She still hated the stand, still missed her old life, but there was a tiny part of her—barely a whisper—that wondered if maybe there was more to this new life than she’d let herself see.

The thought scared her. But it also intrigued her.

And when she found herself smiling at the memory of Hakneyeon’s laugh, she couldn’t deny that something about this whole mess was starting to change her.

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Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring, her designer watch glinting in the morning sun as she groaned and slapped it off. Every muscle in her body ached from the previous day’s chaos at the food stand. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, catching sight of her scuffed Louboutin heels by the door.

“Great,” she muttered, reaching for her phone. “Another day of ruining everything I own.”

Her wardrobe had been slowly rebelling against her lifestyle change—silk blouses torn, jewelry snagged, and pants stained with sauces she couldn’t pronounce. Yet, for reasons she couldn’t entirely explain, she kept showing up to the stand, stubbornly holding onto the remnants of her old life while reluctantly accepting pieces of the new one.

When she arrived at the stand that morning, Hakneyeon was already there, flipping skewers on the grill with an ease that made her envious.

“You’re late,” he teased without looking up.

“You’re obsessed with my punctuality,” she shot back, tying on her apron.

“Hardly. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re capable of being on time.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t even fight back when Hakneyeon handed her the order pad and pointed to the growing line of customers.

“Let’s see how long it takes for you to mess up today,” he said, grinning.

“This is so not fair,” she muttered, slipping into her usual station.

The day unfolded like a chaotic dance. Y/N tripped over a stray bag of flour, accidentally squirted ketchup onto her new Gucci bracelet, and nearly set a tray of dumplings on fire. Each disaster was accompanied by Hakneyeon’s laughter, which only fueled her determination to prove she could handle it.

“You have mustard on your cheek,” he said at one point, handing her a napkin.

“Where?”

“Left side. No, your other left. Never mind, just—here.”

He reached out, his thumb brushing against her cheek to wipe it away. The touch was brief, almost casual, but it sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.

“Thanks,” she said, avoiding his gaze as she busied herself with refilling the napkin holder.

“No problem,” he replied, his tone lighter than the moment felt.

By the time the lunch rush ended, Y/N was a mess. Her shirt was damp with soda, her jeans had a grease stain, and her hands were covered in remnants of the dishes she’d served. She slumped against the counter, glaring at Hakneyeon, who was effortlessly wiping down the fryer.

“How do you always look so… put together?” she asked, exasperated.

“Years of practice,” he replied, smirking. “And maybe I’m just naturally talented.”

“Or insufferable,” she muttered under her breath, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

Hakneyeon chuckled, tossing the rag onto the counter. “Come on. Let’s grab some air.”

The two of them sat on the curb outside the stand, sipping on bottled water and watching the bustle of the city. For once, the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.

“You’ve improved, you know,” Hakneyeon said suddenly, glancing at her.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “At what? Making a mess?”

“At sticking with it,” he said, his tone surprisingly sincere. “Most people would’ve quit by now. But you’re still here.”

She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her bracelet. “Yeah, well… quitting isn’t really an option.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t have anything else,” she admitted softly, the words surprising even herself.

Hakneyeon didn’t respond right away, and when she finally looked up, she saw him watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite place.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he said after a moment.

Y/N laughed, though it came out more bitter than amused. “Tell that to my shoes.”

Hakneyeon smiled, nudging her shoulder with his. “I’m serious. You’ve got more fight in you than you give yourself credit for. You just need to stop fighting yourself so much.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she didn’t. Instead, she let the words sit with her as they watched the world pass by, the quiet between them somehow feeling heavier and lighter all at once.

As the day came to an end, Y/N found herself lingering at the stand, wiping down counters long after the last customer had left. Hakneyeon was busy locking up, humming a tune under his breath as he double-checked the register.

“Why do you do this?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Do what?”

“This,” she said, gesturing around the stand. “The food stand. The long hours. The chaos.”

Hakneyeon paused, considering her question. “Because it makes people happy,” he said simply. “And because I like it. It’s honest work.”

“Honest work,” she repeated, the words tasting foreign on her tongue.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling at her. “You should try it sometime.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “This is so not fair.”

Hakneyeon’s grin widened, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he handed her the keys to lock up, stepping aside as if to say, It’s your turn now.

And for the first time, Y/N didn’t argue.

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Y/N stood in front of the food stand, staring up at its bright, colorful sign as if seeing it for the first time. She adjusted her apron, a little worn out but now something she wore with pride, and smoothed her expensive designer pants out of habit. The shoes she’d once insisted on keeping pristine were now scuffed, but they’d carried her through this journey. She hardly noticed anymore.

For the first time in months, Y/N didn’t feel out of place here. She fit.

Haknyeon appeared from the back, wiping his hands on a towel, the late afternoon sunlight catching in his hair and making him look unfairly handsome. His smile was casual but warm as he approached, the kind of smile that still gave her butterflies despite all their time together.

“You’re early,” he teased, tossing the towel aside.

“Better early than late,” Y/N quipped, grinning. “Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t mess everything up before the rush.”

“Oh, so you’re the expert now?” Haknyeon countered, leaning on the counter, his face inches from hers.

“I think I’ve earned the title.” She playfully tapped his nose with her finger before stepping back, trying to hide the way her heart raced whenever he got too close.

The past few weeks had been an unspoken shift between them. They weren’t just co-workers or reluctant allies anymore. They were… something more. Something Y/N couldn’t quite put into words yet but felt in every lingering glance, every accidental brush of their hands, and every quiet moment they shared when the stand closed for the night.

“You know,” Haknyeon started, his tone softer now, “I don’t say this enough, but you’ve really come a long way, Y/N. You’re not the same girl who almost burned her shoes in the fryer.”

“Hey!” Y/N smacked his arm lightly, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “That was one time.”

“One time too many,” he teased, his laughter joining hers.

The late afternoon rush started to pick up, customers crowding the stand and filling the air with energy. Y/N moved quickly, handing out orders with a confidence that felt natural now. Haknyeon worked beside her, the two moving in sync like they’d been doing this for years.

When the last customer left and the evening quiet settled in, Y/N leaned against the counter, her hair slightly messy and her apron stained but her smile brighter than ever. Haknyeon stood beside her, his own face lit up in the glow of the stand’s neon sign.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence, “what’s next for you?”

Y/N thought for a moment, gazing out at the street. “I don’t know. For the first time, I’m okay not knowing. I kind of like it here.”

“Yeah?” Haknyeon’s voice was hopeful, his gaze steady on her.

“Yeah.” Y/N turned to him, her smile softening. “I used to think this was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me, but now…” She hesitated, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Now, I think it’s the best thing.”

Haknyeon stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers on the counter. “You’re not the only one who thinks that.”

The moment hung in the air, thick with tension but also something lighter—something that made Y/N’s heart pound in her chest.

“This is so not fair,” she murmured, her voice catching.

“What isn’t?” Haknyeon asked, his brows knitting together.

“You,” she said, her words coming out in a rush. “You looking at me like that. You being here. You… making me feel this way.”

Haknyeon’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “I guess life has a funny way of being unfair sometimes.”

Before she could think, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft but filled with every unspoken word between them. Y/N froze for a moment, then melted into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders.

When they finally pulled apart, Haknyeon rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks.”

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing. “Well, you sure took your time.”

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted, his voice low.

“I wasn’t,” she said honestly. “But now, I think I am.”

As they stood there, bathed in the neon glow of the stand that had brought them together, Y/N realized that maybe life wasn’t about being fair. It was about taking what it gave you and finding the moments that made it all worthwhile.

And in that moment, with Haknyeon’s arms around her, she felt like she’d found exactly that.

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“You're really pretty” by jinnieboosworld

You’re Really Pretty

Changmin x Female Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Summary: “Can I take a picture of you?” Changmin was at an art museum when a stylish woman walked up to him and said this. “I’m an art photographer and I think you’re really pretty. You compliment the art nicely.”

Or

The story off how a simple photo brought two pretty souls together.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 5080

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The art museum was quiet—exactly the kind of peaceful retreat Y/N needed. The soft hum of air conditioning, the occasional footsteps echoing through the halls, and the calming presence of the exhibits made it the perfect place to clear her head. As an art photographer, she found herself inspired by the way light danced across the artwork, the way emotions and stories were captured through every brushstroke, every photograph, every sculpture.

Today, she was particularly taken with an abstract piece—a blur of blues and greens that seemed to move the longer you stared at it. Y/N was lost in her thoughts when something—or rather, someone—caught her eye.

A man stood in front of one of the portraits, his back to her, head tilted slightly as if studying the painting with an intensity that suggested he truly saw something in it. There was something about him that stood out—his calm presence, the way he absorbed everything around him with quiet focus. He wasn’t the type to just breeze through the exhibit. No, he was fully immersed, like he belonged here as much as the art itself.

Y/N felt that familiar tug in her chest, the one she always felt when she saw someone who exuded a kind of beauty that was beyond the surface. It wasn’t about attractiveness, though he was undoubtedly good-looking. It was the way he carried himself—graceful, confident, completely at ease in his own skin.

Her camera, slung around her neck, felt heavier with each second she watched him. It was the type of moment that begged to be captured. And who better to photograph than someone who seemed to fit so perfectly into the art around them?

Without overthinking, Y/N walked up to him, her footsteps soft against the museum’s polished floors. As she drew closer, she hesitated for a fraction of a second, unsure if he’d think she was being forward. But the impulse was too strong to ignore.

“Can I take a picture of you?” she asked, her voice clear but laced with just a hint of nervousness.

The man turned around, his dark eyes locking with hers. There was an immediate curiosity in his gaze, mixed with the tiniest bit of surprise. His lips curved up into a smile, a genuine, soft one that instantly put Y/N at ease.

“Excuse me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Y/N smiled back, her nerves calming as she explained, “I’m an art photographer, and I think you’re really pretty. You compliment the art nicely.”

The words felt a little bold as they left her lips, but there was something about him that made them come out effortlessly. His smile widened, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of surprise—like he didn’t quite know what to make of it.

“You think I… fit with the art?” he asked, clearly amused but intrigued.

Y/N nodded, adjusting the camera strap on her neck. “Yeah, I do. There’s this quiet elegance about you. You kind of belong here.” She gestured around them, to the surrounding paintings and sculptures. “I think it’d make for a really interesting shot.”

The man chuckled softly, glancing back at the portrait he had been studying, then at her. “Well, I can’t say I’ve ever been asked to be photographed in an art museum before.” His smile grew a little wider. “But sure, I guess I’m up for it.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered a little at his easygoing response. “Great! Just act natural. Don’t overthink it.”

She took a few steps back, framing him within the lens, adjusting the camera settings. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, but her mind was racing a bit. There was something about this man—his presence, his energy—that made her feel like she was capturing more than just a moment.

She clicked the shutter a few times, each shot clicking like a heartbeat. His expressions varied—curious, calm, intrigued by the art but mostly absorbed in the moment. It wasn’t just his face she was capturing, but the way he seemed to blend with everything around him, like he was part of the exhibit.

Y/N felt a slight rush as she reviewed the photos on her camera screen. “You look amazing,” she said, grinning slightly. “You make the art look even better.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I’ve never had someone tell me I make art look better.” His smile grew. “You’re good at this.”

She shrugged, trying to act casual despite the way her heart was fluttering in her chest. “I’m just doing my job,” she replied, though she was secretly enjoying the attention he was giving her and the playful energy between them.

The man stepped closer, lowering his voice just slightly, almost as if sharing a secret. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect my day at the museum to go like this. But I’m not complaining.” He gave her another smile, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t quite place.

“Good,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I’m glad you’re okay with it.” She glanced at the camera, wondering if she could capture just a little bit more of his essence. “You’ve got the right kind of energy for this place. It’s like you belong here just as much as the art does.”

There was a brief silence as he looked around the room, the hum of the museum filling the space between them. “Maybe that’s why I come here,” he said softly. “It’s where I feel most… myself. Like I fit.”

Y/N felt a sudden warmth spread through her, the connection between them starting to feel less like a spontaneous moment and more like something a little deeper. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready for but couldn’t ignore.

“Well,” she said, her voice a little softer now, “you certainly do fit. I’m glad I saw you here today.”

“Me too,” he replied, his smile lingering a little longer.

As she continued to take a few more shots, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this was more than just a photograph. It was a moment in time—one that, for some reason, felt significant.

And when the session ended, he didn’t walk away. He stayed, as if he, too, was reluctant to let this moment slip away.

“You think I could get a copy of those pictures?” he asked, his voice a little quieter now.

Y/N grinned. “Of course. I’ll send them to you. I’ll even make sure you look as good as the art.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “I think you’ve already done that.”

Y/N’s heart skipped, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe she was starting to understand what made this man—and this moment—so special.

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Y/N couldn’t shake the memory of the museum from her mind. The way Changmin had smiled when she approached him, how easily he’d fallen into conversation, and the quiet, almost surreal way he had fit perfectly into the art around him. It had felt like something out of a movie—only she knew this was real, and for some reason, it felt important.

She had sent him the photos later that evening, along with a message that simply read: “Here are the shots! Hope you like them.” Her finger hovered over the send button for a moment longer than she’d intended. Was she being too forward? It was just a photo, after all. Nothing more.

But then she pressed send, and when the notification pinged with his reply, her heart skipped in a way she hadn’t expected.

Changmin: “These are amazing. You really made me look good. Thank you again for today. I had fun. Let me know if you ever want to do it again.”

Her face flushed a little at the compliment. She’d been hoping he’d like them, but she hadn’t expected such a sweet, thoughtful reply. She bit her lip, staring at the message, trying to decide what to say next. Something casual, something that didn’t make it seem like she was overly invested in the interaction, but also something that let him know she was interested in seeing him again.

Y/N: “Glad you like them! And yes, I’d love to. Maybe next time I can take some more shots with you and the art. It was fun getting to know you a little today.”

She hit send and, within moments, his reply popped up.

Changmin: “Definitely. It’s not every day someone asks me to be part of the art, but I’m glad you did. Let’s make it happen.”

Y/N smiled at the phone screen, her fingers tapping lightly on the table in front of her as she replayed their conversation in her head. Something about him—his easy smile, his quiet confidence, the way he seemed to look at the world—made her want to learn more. Not just about his photography, but about him. She’d felt it in the moment, but now she realized it was more than just the photos that had intrigued her.

It had been a long time since she’d felt a spark like this. She’d always been so focused on her work, on the art around her, that she hadn’t really thought about her personal life in a long time. But Changmin? There was something about the way he made her feel like she wasn’t just a photographer snapping pictures, but someone who was part of the story, someone who could create something together.

The next few days passed by in a blur of photography work, editing, and shooting for a few upcoming projects. But in between, her mind kept wandering back to Changmin. She wasn’t sure what this was, or if it was anything more than a pleasant interaction, but there was a sense of excitement every time she thought about him.

It was almost like she couldn’t get him out of her head. Was that strange? She wasn’t sure, but it didn’t feel weird. It felt… right.

A few days later, she was editing photos when a message from Changmin popped up again.

Changmin: “I was thinking about our next shoot… maybe we could meet at that new gallery downtown? I’ve heard great things about it, and I think it’d be a cool spot for some new shots. What do you think?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Another shoot? Another excuse to see him? Y/N had to admit, the idea excited her more than she had expected. She quickly replied.

Y/N: “That sounds perfect. I’ve heard a lot about that gallery too! Let’s do it. Just let me know when you’re free.”

He responded almost immediately.

Changmin: “How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“It’s a date,” she typed, then quickly erased the word “date” and replaced it with “plan”.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment. Was that too forward? But the text had already been sent, and when his reply came through, it made her heart flutter again.

Changmin: “Looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers tapping nervously on her phone as she set it down on the table. Tomorrow. It was happening.

She didn’t know what would come of it, but she couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something unexpected, something exciting. And as much as she tried to keep her cool, her heart was already racing at the thought of seeing him again.

The connection was there. It wasn’t something she could explain or even fully understand. But she felt it. And that feeling was enough to make her smile in anticipation.

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The day of the shoot came faster than Y/N had expected. She was up early, going over her gear, making sure she had everything she needed for the gallery shoot. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Changmin. The excitement in her chest was undeniable, and no matter how much she tried to focus on the technical aspects of photography, she couldn’t help but replay their conversations in her mind.

“How about tomorrow afternoon?” Changmin had texted.

“It’s a date,” Y/N had accidentally typed, her heart pounding when she realized her slip-up. She’d quickly corrected it to “plan,” but even then, she wondered if it had sounded too formal, too businesslike. She hoped it hadn’t been awkward. But every time she thought about it, she couldn’t stop smiling.

After double-checking her camera settings and packing her bag, Y/N looked at the time. It was nearly time to head out. Her phone buzzed with a message from Changmin.

Changmin: “I’m here. Can’t wait to see how this shoot turns out.”

Y/N quickly typed a reply.

Y/N: “I’m on my way now. See you soon!”

As she walked to the gallery, Y/N couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach. She had always been confident in her work, but there was something about Changmin’s presence that had her second-guessing herself. It wasn’t that he made her nervous in a bad way—it was more like he made everything feel a little more exciting, a little more meaningful.

When she arrived at the gallery, she spotted Changmin right away. He was standing near the entrance, looking effortlessly stylish as usual. Today, he wore a simple black jacket and a white shirt that complemented his features perfectly. His eyes lit up when he saw her approaching.

“Hey,” Changmin greeted with a smile. “You look great. Ready to make some art?”

Y/N felt her face flush slightly at his compliment, but she smiled back. “You too. Let’s see what we can do with this space.”

As they walked into the gallery, Y/N noticed how the modern, minimalist design seemed to suit Changmin. The clean lines of the walls, the subtle lighting, the starkness of the art—it was all so him. But it was more than just the setting that made it work. It was the way Changmin moved through the space—relaxed, at ease, like he belonged there, just as much as the art did.

She took out her camera and began setting up. “So,” she began, trying to focus, “what kind of vibe are we going for today? Something abstract? Maybe a little more personal?”

Changmin tilted his head thoughtfully, looking around the room as if the art itself was speaking to him. “I like the idea of blending personal with the abstract. Something that feels real but still leaves room for interpretation. You know what I mean?”

Y/N nodded, her fingers adjusting the lens on her camera. “Yeah, I get it. Let’s try a few different angles. Let’s make it feel a little raw.”

They spent the next hour moving around the gallery, taking shots of Changmin in front of different pieces of art. There was something effortless about the way he posed. He didn’t need to try too hard. It was like the camera was an extension of him, and every shot felt natural, like it was meant to be.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little bit mesmerized. She had worked with all types of subjects, from models to everyday people, but something about Changmin was different. It wasn’t just the way he looked—it was the way he made everything feel meaningful. He didn’t just stand in front of the art; he seemed to become part of it, transforming the space into something more.

Every time she snapped a photo, she caught more than just his image. She caught something deeper—his quiet confidence, his warmth, the way he made her feel like she was seeing the world in a new light. It was like he was teaching her something without even trying.

“Okay, I think we’ve got a good collection here,” Y/N said after a while, lowering her camera. She glanced over at him, feeling a mix of admiration and something else. “You really do bring something special to the shots.”

Changmin shrugged modestly, but there was a softness in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart flutter. “I don’t know about that. I think you just know how to make people look good.”

Y/N felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips. “Maybe. But I think it’s more about how you make me feel comfortable enough to capture something real.”

Changmin’s smile widened, and for a moment, Y/N felt as if the entire gallery had faded into the background. It was just the two of them, surrounded by art, sharing a connection that neither of them had expected but both of them felt deeply.

They spent a little more time going over the photos, deciding on the ones they both liked. The conversation flowed easily between them, with laughter and the occasional comfortable silence. It was one of those rare moments when everything just clicked, when time seemed to slow down and nothing else mattered.

Before they knew it, the gallery was beginning to empty out, and the soft hum of conversation from the other patrons started to fade. Y/N glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly time for the gallery to close.

“I guess that’s it for today,” she said reluctantly, packing away her camera. “I really enjoyed this, Changmin. Thanks for trusting me with the shoot.”

Changmin nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a sincerity that made her feel something warm in her chest. “I’m glad we did this. And I’m really glad you asked me to be part of your art. I’d love to do it again sometime.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at the idea of seeing him again. “I’d like that too. A lot.”

As they walked out of the gallery, side by side, Y/N felt a sense of excitement she hadn’t expected. There was something undeniably magnetic about Changmin, something that made her want to keep exploring this connection between them. Maybe it was just the beginning, but for now, it was enough to simply enjoy the moment.

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A week had passed since the shoot at the gallery, and Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had never anticipated how much of an impact it would have on her. The way Changmin had effortlessly fit into her world, how he made her laugh, and how comfortable he made her feel—it all lingered in her mind like a warm afterglow.

The photos had turned out better than she could’ve hoped. She’d spent hours editing them, making sure each one reflected the energy and intimacy she’d felt during the shoot. There was one, in particular, that stood out to her. It was an image of Changmin standing in front of a large abstract painting, his expression thoughtful, yet calm. The way the colors in the painting blended with his outfit, the way the light caught his profile—it was more than just a photograph. It was a moment captured in time, raw and real.

She had a thought—maybe, just maybe, he’d like to see it.

Y/N quickly composed a message on her phone, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She had no idea why she was so nervous. After all, they’d only spent one afternoon together. It wasn’t like she was sending a message to someone she barely knew. But with Changmin, it felt different. She had no idea what this was, what it could be, but she was starting to feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hey, Changmin. I finished editing the photos from our shoot. Want to take a look? I think you’ll really like the way they turned out.

Her thumb hovered over the send button for a moment, then she hit send, watching as the little bubble appeared beneath her message. It didn’t take long for him to respond.

Changmin: “I can’t wait to see them! You’re seriously talented, Y/N. I’m sure they’re amazing.”

The compliment made her heart skip a beat, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She had to admit, she liked the way he made her feel like her work was important.

She quickly sent him the pictures, waiting anxiously for a response. It felt like a lifetime before he replied, but when the message came through, it was worth the wait.

Changmin: “Wow, Y/N, these are incredible. I look… I look like I belong in those photos. Seriously, I feel like I’m seeing myself in a new way. You’ve got a gift.”

Y/N stared at his message, her heart fluttering. She hadn’t expected him to be so moved by the photos. She’d always thought of herself as someone who captured moments, but hearing it from Changmin, someone she admired, felt different. It felt special.

I’m glad you like them. I really enjoyed our time together at the gallery. It was… easy. You know? Like we just clicked.

Changmin: “I couldn’t agree more. It was honestly one of the most fun and relaxed shoots I’ve done. I didn’t even feel like I was posing—just being myself.”

Y/N smiled at his words. She liked that he’d enjoyed the experience as much as she had. But there was something about his tone, the way he phrased things, that made her wonder if he felt the same way she did. They hadn’t talked about what any of this meant yet. They hadn’t labeled anything. But she felt a connection that went beyond just the photos, beyond just the gallery. There was something deeper forming between them.

So, what do you think? Should we do it again sometime? Maybe shoot some more photos together? Y/N typed, her fingers shaking a little as she pressed send.

Changmin’s reply was almost immediate.

Changmin: “I’d love that. And next time, let’s not wait so long. I think we make a pretty good team, don’t you think?”

Y/N read his message and felt the smile that spread across her face. It was like everything was falling into place. They had barely known each other for a couple of weeks, but it already felt like they had so much more in common than she’d realized. It wasn’t just the art or the shoot. It was the way they connected, the way the conversation flowed without effort.

She quickly typed a response.

I agree. It’s like we’re on the same wavelength or something. I’ll text you soon about the next shoot. We can plan it out.

When she hit send, her heart was racing. She had no idea what she was doing, but it felt right. There was a quiet excitement building between them, something that wasn’t just about the photos or the gallery, but about something more personal. Y/N felt herself beginning to look forward to whatever was coming next, even though she didn’t know exactly what that was.

Her phone buzzed again.

Changmin: “I’m really looking forward to it. And hey, next time I’m in front of your camera, how about you let me take a picture of you?”

Y/N blinked at the message, her heart skipping a beat. A photo of her? She hadn’t considered that before, but the thought of it stirred something in her chest. She wasn’t used to being the subject, but with Changmin… maybe it could be different. Maybe it would be fun.

I think I’d like that, she typed back, feeling a little shy but excited. We’ll make it a photo swap. My turn to be behind the lens and yours to be in front of it.

Changmin: “Deal. Can’t wait.”

Y/N put her phone down with a smile, her mind racing. There was something about Changmin that made everything feel so easy, so natural. She didn’t have to second-guess herself when she was around him. Whether it was photography or just talking, they seemed to fall into a rhythm that felt like home.

And that thought, that simple idea—that maybe she was starting to feel at home with him—was enough to leave her with butterflies, even as she sat alone in her apartment.

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A few days later, Y/N found herself standing in front of her mirror, brushing her hair and trying to decide what to wear for their next shoot. Changmin had texted her earlier, asking if she was ready for their photo swap. She hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly, but something about the idea of him capturing a moment of her life, just like she had with him, made her feel both nervous and excited.

She wanted to look effortless but also put-together, the kind of style that showed she had thought about it, but not too much. Her mind kept drifting back to the text conversation she and Changmin had shared the night before. The way he had jokingly said he’d make her laugh during the shoot, his playful insistence that he was “just as good as a photographer as her.” His words still echoed in her mind, making her smile.

Y/N stood up from the vanity, slipping into a simple black dress she thought would match the aesthetic they had been going for. It was casual, yet elegant. She made a mental note to keep the makeup light—just a hint of mascara and a soft lip color. She wanted Changmin to see her the way she felt she was when she was in front of the camera: natural, unforced.

A few minutes later, Y/N stepped outside, heading for her car. She had texted Changmin to let him know she was on her way, and his reply was immediate, a simple “Can’t wait to see you.” Her heart fluttered at those words, despite how casual they were. There was something in them, something she couldn’t quite explain.

When she arrived at the small café where they’d agreed to meet, Changmin was already there, standing by the entrance, holding his camera like it was second nature. He wore a black jacket and a pair of boots that made him look effortlessly stylish. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and for a moment, she felt like the world around them disappeared. It was just the two of them, standing there, with a single, unspoken connection.

“You look amazing,” Changmin said, his voice soft but sincere. “I’m excited for this.”

Y/N smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “I was going for ‘effortless,’ but I’m glad you like it.”

Changmin grinned, offering a hand as she approached him. “You definitely nailed it.”

They exchanged a quiet laugh before heading to a nearby park where they decided to do the shoot. It was a crisp, sunny afternoon, perfect for an outdoor session. Y/N had a feeling this one would be different—more personal, more intimate. Unlike the gallery shoot, where everything had been posed and calculated, this was just them, creating something together.

“Okay,” Changmin said, positioning his camera in front of her as she stood in a patch of sunlight. “Just be yourself, okay? No pressure.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. She let herself relax, letting her natural expression come forward. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she just wanted to feel comfortable.

Changmin clicked a few shots, then lowered the camera. “You look so natural in front of the camera. It’s like you’re born to be photographed.”

Y/N felt a smile tug at her lips. “Funny, I feel like I’m just being myself. Maybe you’re just that good at making people feel at ease.”

Changmin chuckled, shaking his head. “I think it’s just you.”

She caught his gaze, and for a brief second, it felt like the world had slowed down. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes, an openness that made her heart skip a beat. She wondered if he felt it too.

“How about a close-up?” Changmin suggested, snapping a few photos of her face as the light caught her features. “You have the kind of face that makes a camera work overtime.”

Y/N laughed, feeling the warmth of his compliment flood her cheeks. “You’re definitely a charmer, aren’t you?”

“Just a little bit,” Changmin said, winking. “Okay, now look off to the side. Relax your shoulders. You know, like a model.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, trying to relax. But the way Changmin was looking at her made it hard to focus on anything else. His camera clicked again, and then he lowered it, his expression softening.

“Perfect. I think that’s enough,” he said, his voice suddenly quieter.

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Already? That was quick.”

Changmin smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made her stomach do a little flip. “Well, when you have someone as photogenic as you in front of the camera, it doesn’t take much. But we’ve got to leave a little mystery, don’t we?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. “I think you just like looking at me through that camera.”

Changmin laughed softly, stepping closer. “Maybe I do. Maybe I like the way you look, without the need for any of the filters the world tries to put on people. You’re… you, and that’s enough.”

His words hit her like a gentle wave, washing over her in a way she hadn’t expected. For the first time, Y/N wasn’t worried about how she looked or how she came across. She felt seen, really seen, in a way that made her feel safe and special.

She swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of everything between them. “You really think that?”

Changmin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I do.”

Y/N held his gaze for a moment before glancing down at the ground. Her heart was racing, and she knew there was something more to this. Something more than just photography or a casual shoot. There was a connection, unspoken but undeniable.

“Well, I guess I have to take your word for it,” she said, trying to hide the butterflies in her stomach with a playful smile.

Changmin’s eyes softened. “I mean it, Y/N. I really do.”

As they stood there, in the quiet park, the world around them seemed to fade. For just a moment, there was no need for words—just two people, captured in a frame, living in that perfect, quiet moment together.

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[a-dream-bookmark]

NEW ARRIVAL:

“Daisy's Daisies” by jinnieboosworld

Daisy’s Daisies

Chanhee x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Chanhee moves into a house on the country side with a few of his friend he plans on focusing just focusing on his growing his career as a YouTube vlogger. One day while unpacking he hears a knock on his door. The source of the knock is a beautiful girl holding a bouquet of daisies.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8806

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The countryside air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, a welcome change from the city’s smog. Chanhee stood on the front steps of the house, looking out at the overgrown garden in front of him. It had been a long day of moving boxes and furniture, but the excitement of starting fresh in a new place made every ache worth it. The house was a charming two-story cottage surrounded by trees, the kind of place Chanhee had always dreamed of living in. Now, he could finally focus on his YouTube channel, vlogging about the peacefulness of the countryside.

“Do you think the neighbors will be as chill as the house?” Chanhee asked, turning to Jacob, who was already inside, unpacking the kitchen.

Changmin, sprawled lazily on the couch, barely looked up. “You’ll be too busy vlogging to care,” he said with a grin.

“I’m just saying, it’d be nice to know if I’m gonna get along with the people around here.”

Jacob leaned out from the kitchen, laughing. “Don’t worry, Chanhee. You’ll be fine. Just focus on making this place look perfect for your next video. We’ll handle the rest.”

Chanhee smiled, glad to have his friends by his side. The day had been busy, but it felt good to be settling in. As he stepped outside to check on the yard, a sudden knock on the door startled him.

He froze for a moment, looking at the door. Was it the landlord? Maybe a neighbor? With a shrug, Chanhee walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a girl, holding a bouquet of fresh daisies, her boots lightly covered in dirt from working outside. Her smile was wide and warm, like a ray of sunshine breaking through clouds.

“Hi there!” she greeted, her voice light and cheerful. “I’m Daisy! I help take care of the yard here. My dad owns the house, and I stop by every week to check on things.”

Chanhee blinked, taken aback by the sudden appearance of this beautiful, bubbly stranger. His eyes immediately fell to the bouquet in her hands, the soft white petals of the daisies a stark contrast to the earthy tones of the garden behind her.

“Oh, uh… Hi,” Chanhee stammered, fumbling slightly. “I’m… I’m Chanhee.”

Jacob appeared from behind him, giving Daisy a friendly wave. “Hi, I’m Jacob,” he said with a grin. “And this is Changmin,” he added, gesturing toward the couch where Changmin had raised his head to glance at the door.

Changmin, who had been lounging, gave her a teasing smile. “Chanhee here gets a little awkward around pretty girls, so be patient with him.”

Chanhee’s face turned red, and he shot Changmin a glare. “I’m fine,” he muttered, quickly turning back to Daisy, who laughed at the exchange.

Daisy’s laugh was like music, light and contagious. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She then handed Chanhee the bouquet, the flowers feeling delicate in his hands. “I brought these for the garden. I thought they might brighten it up a bit.”

“Thanks… these are beautiful,” Chanhee said, his voice quieter now as he admired the bouquet. His heart was still racing, but he tried to calm himself. She was just someone helping with the yard, nothing more. Still, there was something about her presence that made everything feel different.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to start working,” Daisy said, flashing him a smile. “You all enjoy the house!”

With that, she turned and walked back down the path, leaving Chanhee standing at the door, still holding the flowers. He watched her disappear down the dirt road, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Smooth,” Changmin’s voice echoed from the doorway, and Chanhee could only laugh awkwardly.

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The next day, the soft hum of the countryside filled the air as Chanhee made his way outside to check on the garden. His mind kept wandering back to the brief, yet unforgettable, encounter with Daisy. He couldn’t help but replay her warm smile and the soft, sincere tone of her voice. She had been so effortlessly kind, and that feeling had lingered with him long after she had left.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. Focus on the vlog, Chanhee, he reminded himself. He had to make this place look perfect, especially for his viewers who were eager for his next content.

As he set up his camera in the yard, he heard the familiar crunch of footsteps on the gravel. Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to see Daisy walking toward him, this time with a gardening kit slung over her shoulder and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Hey! You’re early today,” Chanhee said, trying to hide the nervous excitement in his voice.

Daisy smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed from the morning chill. “I figured I’d get started early before it gets too hot. Plus, I wanted to help you guys make this place look less… abandoned.”

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not that bad. Just needs a little love.” He motioned to the weeds growing around the flower beds. “A little lot of love.”

Daisy chuckled and walked over to a patch of soil near the front of the yard. She knelt down, pulling out her tools. “Alright then, let’s make this look like something out of a home magazine.”

Chanhee grabbed his camera, beginning to film the transformation. “Alright, guys, we’re here with Daisy, who’s going to help me fix up this garden,” he said into the lens. “Let’s see if she can turn my disaster into something beautiful.”

Daisy laughed at his playful tone, glancing at the camera. “Don’t blame me if your followers end up asking you for gardening tips,” she teased, flashing him a wink.

Chanhee couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, but he hid it with a grin. “Hey, maybe we’ll start a gardening channel. ‘How to Make Your Yard Look Like It’s on Pinterest.’”

As Daisy worked, planting various flowers and trimming overgrown plants, Chanhee filmed her, letting the camera capture her genuine joy in the process. Her movements were graceful, as though she was effortlessly creating art with each plant she set in the soil. The sun caught the strands of her hair, making her look almost ethereal, and Chanhee found it hard to tear his gaze away.

“So, what’s your favorite flower?” he asked casually, though he was truly curious.

Daisy paused for a moment, glancing up at him. “Daisies, of course,” she said, holding up a small bouquet she had gathered from the garden. “They’re simple, but they remind me that even in difficult times, you can bloom. That’s why I love them.”

Chanhee stared at the bouquet in her hand, feeling something stir in his chest. There was something about the way she spoke, so thoughtfully and with such passion, that made him want to know her better. But before he could respond, Daisy suddenly stood up, brushing dirt off her hands.

“All done with this patch. What do you think?” she asked, gesturing to the now vibrant flower bed.

Chanhee looked around, genuinely impressed. “It looks amazing,” he said, his smile wide. “You really know what you’re doing.”

Daisy beamed, her pride evident. “Glad you like it. Now, time to tackle the next one!”

As she continued her work, Chanhee couldn’t help but admire the way she made everything feel so easy. And in that moment, he found himself looking forward to these weekly visits, knowing each one would bring a little more of Daisy into his life.

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The weeks passed slowly, each one blending into the next, but with every visit Daisy made, the house seemed to grow brighter. The yard, once overgrown and neglected, was now a patchwork of vibrant colors, thanks to Daisy’s tireless work. What started as small exchanges—greetings and laughter over gardening tips—had blossomed into a comfortable rhythm.

Chanhee began to look forward to her visits more than he had anticipated. Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, Daisy arrived with a fresh bouquet of flowers, ready to add her special touch to the yard. Today was no different, except that the weather had shifted; a light breeze rustled the leaves, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the garden.

Chanhee was setting up his camera, adjusting the angle for his vlog when he noticed Daisy walking up the path. She was carrying a small basket, filled with freshly picked daisies. Chanhee smiled as he waved at her.

“Good morning!” she greeted brightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Good morning,” he replied, lowering his camera and walking over to meet her. “Got some new flowers for me?”

“Always,” Daisy said with a mischievous grin. “I thought I’d give you a few daisies to keep the vibe going.”

“I swear, you’ve turned me into a flower enthusiast,” Chanhee said, laughing lightly as he took the bouquet from her. “I’m starting to think this garden will end up being the star of my vlogs.”

Daisy’s cheeks pinkened, and she laughed softly. “You’re flattering me. But I’ll take it.” She set her basket down on the grass and began pulling out small pots of flowers, carefully arranging them by the flower beds.

Chanhee watched as she worked, her hands moving with confidence, as though she had done this a thousand times before. There was something undeniably soothing about the way she carried herself—steady, unhurried, and so completely in tune with the rhythm of the world around her.

“So, how long have you been doing this?” he asked, leaning against the garden fence, not wanting to interrupt her but also unable to stop himself from talking to her.

Daisy glanced up at him with a smile. “Gardening? A few years now. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed, ever since I was a kid. My dad’s a landscape architect, so I guess I kind of inherited it.” She paused, her eyes softening. “I’ve always loved how something so simple, like a flower, can brighten up a whole space.”

Chanhee nodded thoughtfully. He was amazed by how effortlessly Daisy could speak about something so personal, her passion shining through her words. “It’s like you’re creating little worlds with each plant.”

Daisy’s smile widened, and she nodded. “Exactly. A garden isn’t just a space for plants, you know? It’s a place to be yourself. To take your time and enjoy the quiet.”

Chanhee felt something stir in his chest, a soft warmth spreading as he looked at her. He had always admired people who were genuinely passionate about what they did, but there was something about Daisy that felt different. Her energy wasn’t just about the plants; it was the way she brought that same quiet, gentle warmth into every corner of the world around her.

She looked up at him, catching his gaze. “You’re really quiet today,” she noted, her voice light but teasing. “Usually, you’re full of ideas for the vlog.”

Chanhee snapped out of his thoughts, blushing slightly. “I—I guess I’m just… enjoying the moment.” He grinned awkwardly, trying to recover from his momentary lapse. “And maybe a little distracted by your work.”

Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not the first to be distracted by a garden.” She winked playfully before returning to her task.

The next few hours passed in a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people were content with just being in each other’s presence. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the yard, Daisy finished the final touches of the flower bed.

Chanhee stepped back, admiring the transformation. “It looks amazing. Seriously. I can’t believe how much you’ve changed this place.”

Daisy smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. “Glad you like it. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.”

Chanhee’s gaze lingered on her, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. It was strange, but lately, he found himself thinking about her more than he had planned. The way she made him feel—like everything was a little bit brighter, a little bit more meaningful—was something he hadn’t expected. He hadn’t planned on becoming so fond of her, but here he was, looking at her as though she were the most important part of his day.

“Thanks, Daisy,” he said softly, his voice sincere.

She looked at him, meeting his eyes with that same warm smile. “Anytime, Chanhee. Anytime.”

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The days had become a blur of routine for Chanhee, but it was a routine that carried the subtle weight of something more. Daisy’s visits, the shared smiles, the small moments of laughter—all of it began to feel like something worth holding onto. He found himself looking forward to her presence more than he expected. The garden had flourished under her care, and so had something else—an unspoken connection that hovered between them, like the delicate petals of the daisies she planted.

It was another Saturday when Daisy arrived, a soft breeze ruffling her hair as she approached with a basket of freshly cut flowers. The golden hour light was perfect, casting a warm glow over everything. Chanhee was already out on the porch, adjusting his camera for his next vlog.

“Hey there,” she greeted him with that same bright smile that always made his heart race a little faster. “Got a new batch of flowers for you. Thought these would add a nice pop of color.”

Chanhee turned to face her, trying his best to act casual, though his thoughts were anything but. “I’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to make me fall in love with gardening,” he teased, though there was a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Daisy laughed softly as she set the basket down on the porch. “Well, if I’m being honest, I think you’re already there. Your vlogs have been all about the garden lately.” She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Who’s the real star here, hm?”

Chanhee chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe I’ve been talking about it a lot… But you can’t deny how much better this place looks now.”

Daisy’s eyes softened, her smile gentle. “I’m just glad it’s helping. You seemed like you needed a change of scenery when you first moved in. It’s nice to see you enjoying it.”

He wasn’t sure why, but hearing her say that made his chest tighten. It was as if she could see something in him that he hadn’t even realized. A need for change, for something more than the usual hustle of his vlogs and work. Her presence was like the calm after a storm, soothing in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

“Honestly, I never imagined how much it would mean to have a garden,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I guess I never took the time to appreciate the little things.”

Daisy nodded thoughtfully. “Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the biggest difference.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, as if neither of them felt the need to fill it with words. Chanhee couldn’t help but watch her as she moved around, arranging the flowers in the basket, her fingers moving with the kind of care that came naturally to her. He admired the way she seemed at peace, grounded in the small, beautiful things in life.

“So, are you ever going to tell me why you call yourself Daisy?” Chanhee asked after a moment, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Daisy paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his, as if caught off guard by the question. She didn’t answer right away, and Chanhee could see the slight hesitation in her expression. He immediately regretted asking, afraid he’d pushed too far.

But then, she smiled softly, the kind of smile that seemed to hold a quiet secret. “It’s just something my dad started calling me when I was little,” she explained. “I was always picking flowers, always with my head in the clouds. I guess it just stuck.”

Chanhee was quiet for a moment, letting her words sink in. It made sense now, the way she seemed so at ease with nature, with the simple act of nurturing life. There was a quiet grace to her, something that made everything feel more… real.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. “I think it suits you,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual.

Daisy looked at him, her smile a little more knowing. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “I think you’re one of the few people who get it.”

Chanhee felt his heart skip a beat, the connection between them deepening in a way he wasn’t sure how to navigate. But he didn’t need to say anything more. The way she looked at him, the warmth in her eyes, said everything that words couldn’t.

Just then, Changmin and Jacob appeared at the edge of the porch, laughing as they approached, pulling Chanhee’s attention away from the moment. He straightened, clearing his throat.

“Hey, what’s up?” Chanhee greeted them, a little flustered now.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips as he glanced between him and Daisy. “I see you two are getting pretty cozy over there,” he teased.

Changmin smirked. “Do I smell romance in the air?”

Daisy chuckled, the playful banter easing some of the tension that had built up inside Chanhee. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “You guys are impossible.”

Jacob shrugged, looking back at Daisy. “I don’t know. Could be nice, right?” he said with a wink before turning to Chanhee. “Come on, you know you’ve been filming, right? Let’s see the footage.”

Chanhee groaned. “You guys are so predictable.”

As they moved to the backyard to set up for the vlog, Daisy stayed behind, sitting on the porch steps. Chanhee glanced over his shoulder at her before walking toward the others. Her presence, her warmth, lingered in the air, leaving him with a sense of quiet anticipation. Something was changing, and it wasn’t just the garden.

Something between him and Daisy was beginning to bloom.

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The following week, the air was still heavy with the lingering tension that Chanhee had come to recognize as the unspoken connection between him and Daisy. He was doing his best to keep things light—filming his vlogs, editing, and staying busy with his friends. But there was no denying that Daisy’s presence had somehow become a steady rhythm in his life. He found himself anticipating her visits more than he expected. Every time she came, it was as if the house itself became brighter, filled with an energy that was impossible to ignore.

On that Saturday morning, the sun was peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with soft pinks and oranges. Chanhee had set out to capture the morning light for his latest vlog, positioning the camera just right by the garden. His hands moved almost automatically, adjusting the lens, while his mind seemed to drift elsewhere.

His thoughts, unsurprisingly, drifted to Daisy. He hadn’t meant to spend so much time thinking about her, but there it was—her bright smile, the way she laughed, the gentle way she took care of the garden. The way she always brought something new to the space—whether it was flowers, plants, or simply her presence.

The sound of footsteps brought him out of his reverie. He turned, and there she was, walking down the path toward him, a basket of fresh daisies hanging from her arm. She waved when she saw him, and a soft smile curved on her lips.

“Morning,” she called out, her voice light and cheerful, as if she hadn’t noticed the quiet tension that always seemed to simmer between them.

“Hey,” Chanhee replied, his voice a little too warm for his liking. He cleared his throat quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control over his racing thoughts. “You’re early today.”

Daisy shrugged, walking up the porch steps with a playful grin. “I figured I’d come by before the sun gets too high. Plus, I know you’ve got a lot to film today.”

Chanhee smiled back, feeling the familiarity of her words settle into a comfortable rhythm. “Well, I definitely need all the help I can get,” he teased. “You’re the one who makes everything look good, not me.”

Daisy chuckled and shook her head. “It’s the garden that looks good. I’m just here to help it along.”

As she set down the basket of flowers on the table, her hands brushed against his lightly. The brief contact sent a small jolt through him, a spark of something he didn’t know how to name.

“You know,” Daisy said, suddenly serious as she looked at him, “you’ve been doing a great job with these vlogs. I’ve seen your latest uploads—your viewers seem to love the garden content.”

Chanhee smiled at the compliment, but something about the way she said it made his chest tighten. There was a soft admiration in her voice, but also a kind of careful distance. As if she was holding back, unsure of how far to let things go.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, unsure of how to reply to the undercurrent of emotion that had slipped into the conversation. He gestured to the flowers. “I think these will look great in the video today. You’re right. It’s the little things that make all the difference.”

Daisy didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she knelt down to arrange the flowers in a vase, her fingers gentle as she worked. Chanhee stood beside her, feeling oddly out of place, as if there were words between them that hadn’t been said yet.

“So,” Daisy finally spoke, her voice softer than usual, “have you thought about what you’re going to do with this place once the garden’s all set up? I mean, you’ve already got the vlogs going. But… what’s next for you?”

Chanhee blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

She glanced up at him briefly before turning back to the flowers. “I guess I just wonder if you’re happy here. You moved all the way out to the countryside for a reason, right?”

There it was again—the way she saw right through him. He hadn’t even realized he’d been trying to avoid the question, but Daisy was too perceptive to let it slide. His first instinct was to brush it off, to keep things light and easy. But something about her made him want to be honest.

“I thought I’d come out here to get away from everything,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “But I guess I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I think I needed more than just a quiet place to film.”

Daisy looked at him now, her gaze steady and warm. “And do you think you’ve found it?”

Chanhee hesitated. He didn’t know what to say, not because he didn’t have an answer, but because the answer felt more personal than he was ready to admit. “Maybe,” he said softly, meeting her eyes. “Maybe I’m still figuring it out.”

Daisy nodded, her smile returning, though it seemed a little wistful. “I think that’s all any of us can do,” she said gently. “Figuring it out, little by little.”

The words hung in the air between them, a kind of quiet understanding. For a moment, everything felt simple—there was no pressure, no expectations. Just two people, existing in the same space, quietly sharing the journey.

Chanhee didn’t know where this was heading, but in that moment, he realized he didn’t need to. With Daisy, everything felt like it was unfolding naturally, as though they were both in the right place at the right time.

He smiled, his heart lighter than it had been in a while. “Thanks, Daisy.”

She gave him a soft, knowing smile, and then turned back to the flowers. “You’re welcome.”

The breeze picked up, rustling the leaves around them. In that moment, everything seemed to slow down, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

Chanhee didn’t know what would happen next, but he was beginning to understand that maybe that was okay.

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The days seemed to pass in a blur, filled with filming, editing, and moments with Daisy that Chanhee now cherished. Each visit felt like a new chapter, each one more comfortable than the last. There was a rhythm to it now, a gentle pulse that made the house feel like a home instead of just a place to live. As the weeks went by, Chanhee found himself looking forward to Daisy’s visits—not only for the flowers or the garden work, but for her company.

It wasn’t just her laughter or her warmth. It was something deeper—something unspoken but unmistakable. They had developed a quiet understanding, a connection that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged but both had felt.

It was a late afternoon when Chanhee found himself lost in a particularly complicated editing session, the soft hum of his laptop filling the otherwise silent room. The garden, once lush and colorful under Daisy’s careful care, had become a fixture in his videos, the background of so many of his latest uploads. Yet, despite the garden’s success, something was gnawing at Chanhee. He had grown comfortable with Daisy, but the underlying tension between them—the unspoken attraction, the lingering moments of connection—hadn’t gone anywhere. And the more time he spent with her, the more he realized how little he truly knew about her.

As he set the footage to render, he leaned back in his chair and stared out of the window, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. The air had that sweet, familiar fragrance of early summer, and the world outside seemed still and peaceful. But his thoughts were anything but still.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the clock—4:30 PM. It was Daisy.

“Come in!” he called, turning back to his laptop and minimizing the editing software.

The door creaked open, and in walked Daisy, her boots tapping lightly on the wooden floor. She was carrying a small basket filled with what appeared to be fresh herbs and flowers, her usual smile lighting up her face.

“Hey,” she said casually, setting the basket down on the table. “I thought you might want some rosemary. It’ll help with the garden. Plus, it smells really good.”

Chanhee stood up, walking over to her. “Thanks, that’s really thoughtful.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of rosemary and lavender. “This place always smells like the best herb garden when you’re around.”

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I try. It’s a good distraction, you know? Plants, flowers—they’re all so simple. It’s like they don’t need anything complicated to thrive.”

Chanhee smiled, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment too long. It was easy to lose himself in her presence—her unassuming charm, the way she spoke with such sincerity.

“You’re really good at this,” he said, gesturing to the basket. “I don’t think I’d have a clue how to care for plants like you do.”

Daisy shrugged nonchalantly, but Chanhee noticed the way she blushed just slightly. “It’s just something I’ve always enjoyed. It’s like… therapy, I guess. Helps me focus, you know?”

Chanhee nodded. He understood that more than she knew. Creating vlogs, filming, editing—those were his forms of therapy, his escape. But it was different with Daisy. He didn’t feel the same need to escape when he was with her. The world felt simpler, even for just a moment.

“Have you always wanted to work with plants?” he asked, stepping closer to her, feeling the distance between them shrink.

Daisy paused, her fingers gently grazing the leaves of a nearby plant. “I’ve always loved nature,” she said, her tone a little more introspective. “When I was younger, my mom used to take me to this little garden by our house. It was her favorite place. I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Chanhee watched her carefully, noticing the soft vulnerability in her voice. There was something in her words that seemed to echo his own feelings. He had never really thought about it that way before.

“That’s… kind of beautiful,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the flowers or about the way she said it—how real and honest it sounded.

Daisy met his eyes, and for a brief second, the room seemed to hold its breath. Neither of them spoke, but the moment stretched between them, comfortable and warm.

Finally, Daisy cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Anyway, I’m rambling. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have more editing to do.”

Chanhee blinked, as though waking up from a dream, and then smiled. “No, it’s fine. Stay a little longer.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I’m not exactly the most exciting company.”

“I don’t mind,” Chanhee said, a small but genuine smile curving his lips. “Actually, I think your company’s more interesting than anything else.”

She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay.”

They both settled into the couch, the basket of herbs between them. The conversation shifted easily, moving from plants to their favorite childhood memories to random trivia. It was light and easy, the way they always seemed to talk. But beneath the casual chatter, something was shifting. Chanhee couldn’t quite place it, but the connection between them felt more solid than it had been before.

As the evening stretched on and the sun dipped below the horizon, Chanhee found himself reluctant to break the quiet spell that had settled between them. There was no rush to end the conversation, no need for either of them to fill the space with words. Just the comfort of being in each other’s company.

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee realized that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to look forward to something beyond the garden, beyond the vlogs, beyond anything he had planned.

Perhaps he was starting to look forward to Daisy herself.

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The days following Chanhee’s moment of clarity had been strange. He couldn’t stop thinking about Daisy—the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the way her hands moved as she worked in the garden. But more than anything, it was her words, her openness that lingered in his mind.

“I think that’s when I realized how much I liked flowers—how they’re not just pretty to look at but… they can actually make you feel better. Like, in a real way.”

Those words had followed him into his editing room, into the garden, into the small moments he shared with her. He didn’t realize it at the time, but hearing her speak so candidly about something that meant so much to her had opened something inside him—a door to a deeper connection. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He had to fix things.

The next day, after Daisy’s usual visit, Chanhee had made up his mind. He didn’t want things to stay like this—quiet, uncertain. No. He wanted to know her better, truly know her. And if he was going to do that, he needed to apologize for the awkwardness of his recent vlog.

Daisy’s smile had been so bright when she left, but her eyes—her eyes had held something else, something he couldn’t quite read. A hesitation? Or maybe he was just projecting his own uncertainty. Either way, he couldn’t let things sit like this.

He picked up his phone and texted her: Hey, are you free later today? I need to talk to you about something.

He bit his lip, staring at the screen. What if she didn’t reply? What if she thought he was being weird? He let out a breath and hit send.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. It was a reply.

Sure, I’m free after 5. Is everything okay?

Chanhee let out a small sigh of relief. He quickly typed back: Yeah, it’s all good. Just wanted to clear something up.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to say, but he knew he had to be honest. About everything.

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By the time 5 PM rolled around, Chanhee was pacing around the living room, his heart racing. He tried to distract himself by fiddling with his camera equipment, but it did little to calm his nerves. He kept checking the clock, waiting for Daisy to arrive.

When she finally knocked, it was like a breath of fresh air to him. He was relieved to see her, but also more nervous than he expected.

“Hey,” Daisy greeted him with a soft smile, her eyes a little guarded. “What’s up?”

“Hi,” Chanhee said, a little too quickly. “I—I just wanted to talk. About the vlog.” He stepped aside to let her in. “Can we sit down?”

Daisy glanced at him, her brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded. “Sure.”

They both sat down on the couch, a little awkwardly at first. Chanhee’s gaze darted around the room, his fingers tapping nervously on his lap.

“I… I realize I made a mistake with the last video,” he said, his voice quiet. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think about how the viewers might interpret things. I just wanted to show how amazing the garden looked, and you were a huge part of that. But I didn’t think about what you might want.”

Daisy looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, her eyes softening. “I’m not mad,” she said slowly, “but I’m not used to being in the spotlight like that. You know? I don’t really like people speculating about me or making assumptions. It’s… weird.”

Chanhee nodded, guilt rising in his chest. “I get it. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have posted it without talking to you first. I just… I don’t know. You’re part of something I’m proud of, and I wanted to share it, but I didn’t think it through.”

Daisy was quiet for a moment, and for a split second, Chanhee wondered if he had ruined everything. But then, she smiled—a small, understanding smile.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft. “I appreciate you saying that. It means a lot. And… I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

Chanhee let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He smiled at her, grateful for her understanding. “Thank you.”

There was a moment of silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt different—like a weight had been lifted. It was still uncertain, but in a way, that felt okay.

“So,” Daisy said after a beat, her voice light, “what happens now? Are you going to put me in your next video?”

Chanhee laughed, though there was a nervous edge to it. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll film you again without asking first.” He paused, looking at her earnestly. “But if you ever want to be in one, I’ll make sure it’s something you’re comfortable with.”

Daisy smiled, a genuine, warm smile. “That’s fair.” She leaned back against the couch, her shoulders relaxing. “Thanks for being honest, Chanhee. I appreciate it.”

Chanhee nodded, feeling his chest lighten. “No problem.”

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They ended up spending the rest of the evening talking—no more awkward silences, just the easy flow of conversation that had always existed between them. They talked about their favorite books, their childhood memories, and how Daisy wanted to start her own business someday. It was simple, but it was real.

As Daisy stood up to leave, she turned to him with a soft smile. “I’m glad we talked,” she said. “It feels like… we’re on the same page now.”

Chanhee smiled back, his heart warming at the sincerity in her eyes. “Me too. I’m glad we’re okay.”

And for the first time in a long while, Chanhee felt certain about something—he was starting to understand Daisy, in a way he hadn’t before. And maybe, just maybe, that was the start of something even more meaningful.

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The evening air had a crisp bite to it as Chanhee stood outside, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The garden was quiet, the soft hum of crickets filling the air. It felt like the perfect moment, yet Chanhee couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to do something huge—something that could change everything.

He’d spent days thinking about this moment. After their conversation, things felt lighter, but there was still something he hadn’t said. Something that lingered in his chest, just waiting to be shared.

He looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, the stars scattered like diamonds above him. His thoughts drifted to Daisy, and how, every time she smiled at him, it felt like the world was a little bit brighter. He wasn’t sure when it had happened—when he’d gone from being just a guy who filmed a vlog to someone who genuinely cared about her. But it had happened. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Daisy: “On my way. Be there soon!”

Chanhee smiled to himself. He didn’t know why, but the thought of seeing her again, talking to her more, made his heart race.

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A few minutes later, Daisy appeared at the entrance of the garden, her silhouette framed by the glow of the porch light. She wore a light jacket, her hair down and a little windblown. As she approached, Chanhee’s heart skipped a beat, his nerves returning in full force.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice soft but warm, the same as it always was. “What’s all this about? You said you wanted to talk, but you didn’t say about what.”

Chanhee chuckled nervously. “I know, I know. I’m sorry for being so cryptic.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “You’re being dramatic. Just tell me already.”

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I—uh, I wanted to show you something.” He gestured to the small area of the garden that he had carefully prepared. It wasn’t much, but he’d set up a picnic blanket with a few pillows, a small lantern flickering nearby, and a few candles scattered on the ground. The garden, as usual, was alive with the soft colors of flowers, and the air smelled of sweet jasmine. The setup was cozy and inviting.

Daisy blinked in surprise. “What’s this?”

Chanhee shrugged, a bit sheepish. “I just thought… maybe we could have a quiet evening, away from everything. I wanted to make it up to you for being a little thoughtless before. And, well, I didn’t want things to stay weird between us.”

Daisy’s eyes softened as she stepped closer, her gaze falling to the small setup. “This is… really sweet of you,” she said, her voice full of appreciation. “I didn’t expect this at all.”

Chanhee smiled shyly, trying to keep his nerves in check. “I know it’s not much. But I just… I wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, you know? I want you to feel comfortable, like we’re friends.”

She looked at him for a moment, a soft expression on her face. Then, she nodded. “I’d like that.”

With a warm smile, Chanhee gestured for her to sit down. “Join me? I promise no cameras this time.”

Daisy chuckled, a quiet, melodic sound that made Chanhee’s chest tighten with fondness. “Alright. No cameras, I swear.”

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The night unfolded slowly, as the two of them settled onto the blanket. They talked about their lives—simple, everyday things, the kinds of conversations that didn’t require effort. It was easy, like they’d always known each other.

“I didn’t expect to be living in a place like this,” Chanhee confessed, taking a sip from the bottle of juice he’d brought out. “I thought it would be harder, to make this place into something worth filming, but it’s… actually kind of perfect.”

Daisy smiled, looking around at the garden with a soft expression. “It suits you,” she said, glancing at him. “It’s peaceful here. I like it.”

Chanhee looked at her, his heart pounding a little. There was something in her eyes that made him want to say more, do more. But for now, he was content with this quiet connection.

As the evening wore on, the sky grew darker, the stars above them twinkling like tiny sparks. Daisy rested her head on the pillow beside him, and Chanhee felt a warm calm settle over him.

“This is nice,” she murmured softly, closing her eyes for a moment. “I needed this.”

Chanhee smiled softly, feeling something stir inside of him. “Me too. I think we both did.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need for more words. Everything was in the simple comfort of the night, in the quiet, in the unspoken understanding that had been building between them.

Then, softly, Daisy shifted to look at him. “You know,” she began, her voice quiet, “I never thought I’d meet someone like you here. You’re… different from the kind of people I usually meet. In a good way.”

Chanhee blinked, his heart racing at her words. He had no idea what she meant, but the sincerity in her voice was enough to send a ripple of warmth through him.

“I’m glad you think that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daisy smiled, and for a moment, Chanhee swore the world stopped. Her smile, so gentle and kind, made his chest feel tight, like all the stars above were concentrated in that one small, perfect moment.

He didn’t know where things would go from here—what would happen next. But as he sat there beside her, under the quiet comfort of the stars, he was certain of one thing: this, whatever it was, was just the beginning.

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The soft rustling of the leaves was the only sound that filled the air, save for the occasional chirp of a cricket. Chanhee couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the girl sitting next to him. Daisy’s presence was like a quiet comfort, something that had crept into his life so naturally, he almost didn’t realize how much it meant to him until now.

As the night wore on, the candles flickered and the soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows over their little makeshift picnic. The sky above was now studded with more stars than he had ever noticed, and the world felt peaceful. But as he glanced at Daisy, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was simmering between them, something he hadn’t been brave enough to acknowledge until now.

He had always prided himself on being able to stay calm, to keep his emotions in check, especially when it came to personal matters. But something about Daisy made everything feel more intense. There was a quiet pull toward her that he couldn’t ignore, and tonight, sitting in the garden with her, under the stars, he realized how long he had been holding back from something he didn’t even fully understand.

“You know,” Chanhee began, his voice softer than usual, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He paused, unsure if he should continue. This wasn’t something he typically shared. The vulnerability of it felt too exposed, too much like laying his heart bare. But Daisy was different.

She turned to face him, her eyes catching the dim glow of the lantern. “Thinking about what?”

Chanhee swallowed, his heart pounding. He looked down at the grass between them, then back at her. “About us. About how everything seems to… fit when you’re around. I wasn’t expecting to feel like this. Not so soon.”

Daisy blinked, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words didn’t come right away. Her expression softened, a mix of surprise and something else that Chanhee couldn’t quite place.

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” she admitted after a beat. “But here we are.” She shifted closer, her movements slow, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “I like being around you, Chanhee. I like how easy it is to talk to you. I like how you make me feel like I can just… be myself.”

Chanhee’s heart leaped at her words, the honesty in them making him feel lighter. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made everything inside him feel warm, safe.

“I don’t know where this is going,” she continued, her voice quiet but steady, “but I don’t want it to stop. Whatever this is.”

The way she said it sent a rush of emotions through him—relief, joy, and something deeper. It was exactly what he needed to hear, more than anything else. He had been holding his feelings back for so long, too afraid to acknowledge them, but Daisy’s words made him feel seen, understood.

“I don’t want it to stop either,” he confessed, his words coming out more easily now, as though the weight of them had finally been lifted. “I think… I think I’ve been falling for you, Daisy. In a way that I can’t ignore anymore.”

Daisy’s breath caught at his confession, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The stillness hung between them, comfortable and knowing. Finally, Daisy reached out, her hand gently brushing against his. It was a small touch, but it felt like the world shifted ever so slightly.

“Chanhee,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I think I’ve been falling for you too.”

The words, so simple and yet so profound, settled in the air around them like a promise. Her hand rested in his, and Chanhee could feel the warmth of it spreading up his arm, through his chest. It was as though all the unspoken things between them had found their voice, and now that they were finally acknowledged, the world felt even more connected.

He didn’t need anything more in that moment. Everything was there, unspoken yet understood. He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, and in that quiet garden under the stars, he kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed, nor was it filled with the pressure of expectation. It was soft, gentle, and full of everything they had shared—every word, every laugh, every stolen glance. It was the perfect kiss for the perfect moment, the kind of kiss that felt like the beginning of something important.

When they pulled away, both of them were breathless, their hearts beating in sync. Daisy’s eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her smile was brighter than the stars above them.

“I think this is just the beginning,” she said, her voice teasing but sincere.

Chanhee grinned, feeling lighter than he had in ages. “I hope so.”

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The night stretched on, but neither of them was ready to leave. They stayed there, in the garden, with only the stars above and the soft sounds of nature around them. For the first time in a long time, Chanhee felt like everything was right.

And as the hours slipped by, he realized that it wasn’t just about the stars or the quiet moments they shared. It was about something deeper, something that had begun the moment he opened the door to her with the bouquet of daisies. It was about Daisy, and how she made him feel seen, cared for, and understood in a way no one else had.

For Chanhee, this was the start of something beautiful—something that would grow just as surely as the daisies she planted in his life.

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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the yard as Chanhee and Daisy worked side by side in the garden. The once overgrown flower beds had transformed into a vibrant, colorful space, thanks to Daisy’s help. Now, as they carefully planted the last few flowers of the season, it felt like the end of a chapter.

Chanhee wiped his brow with the back of his hand, glancing over at Daisy, who was humming happily as she arranged the final row of daisies. Her presence had become something he looked forward to every week—no, every day. The way she smiled, the way her laugh was contagious, the way she made even the mundane tasks seem fun. It had become clear to him that he was more than just grateful for her company. He was… he was falling for her.

“So, what’s next for you?” Chanhee asked, trying to sound casual, though his heart was racing in his chest. “You’ve been talking about starting your own shop for a while now… any progress?”

Daisy paused, wiping dirt from her hands. “Actually, I’ve been looking at a small place near the town square. It’s perfect for a little flower shop. I just need to save up a bit more before I can make it happen.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart swelling with admiration. “That sounds amazing, Daisy. I know you’ll make it work. You’ve got that magic touch.”

Daisy blushed, looking down at her hands, but there was a quiet kind of happiness in her expression. “Thanks, Chanhee. That means a lot coming from you.”

There was a brief pause, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Chanhee took a deep breath, feeling his nerves creep up. His words were at the edge of his mind, but they weren’t coming out easily.

“Hey, Daisy,” he started, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “I’ve been thinking… a lot. About you. About us.”

Daisy’s expression shifted, and she looked up from the flowers, locking eyes with him. For a moment, neither of them said anything, and the air seemed to grow heavy, like it was holding its breath.

“You know, I—” Chanhee stopped himself, his cheeks suddenly warm. He wasn’t the type to get nervous, but something about Daisy made his words stumble.

Daisy took a step closer, her eyes soft but intense, and before he could lose his nerve, she spoke first.

“Chanhee, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asked gently, a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

He hesitated, then nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’ve… I’ve really come to care about you. A lot.”

Daisy blinked, clearly surprised, but there was something in her eyes—something warm and fond. “Chanhee, I care about you too,” she said, her voice low, as if savoring the words. “I just didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Chanhee smiled, his heart practically soaring now. He couldn’t quite believe it. After all this time, all the little moments they’d shared, it was finally happening.

But just as he thought he’d found the words to tell her how he felt, a loud sound from behind them startled them both. They whipped around to see Changmin, Jacob, and a few of their friends standing at the fence, all trying to look casual but clearly eavesdropping.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone’s finally confessing their feelings,” Changmin said with a grin, raising an eyebrow.

Chanhee groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys couldn’t just leave us alone for two minutes?”

Jacob chuckled from behind the fence. “Hey, we were waiting for you to finally get your act together. Took long enough.”

Daisy laughed, shaking her head. “You guys are impossible,” she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Chanhee couldn’t help but laugh too, the tension breaking as he caught Daisy’s eye. There was something about her—about their connection—that made everything feel right, even in this unexpected moment.

“I guess we’ll have to pick this up later?” he said with a grin, his heart still racing from the confession.

Daisy smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I think so. But don’t worry, Chanhee. I’m not going anywhere.”

And as the evening carried on with laughter and jokes, Chanhee knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning of something beautiful. But for now, he was content to just enjoy the moment, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

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[a-dream-bookmark]

NEW ARRIVAL:

“Ho Phase” by jinnieboosworld

Ho Phase

Sunwoo x Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Smut, RomCom

Part of The MeetCute Series

Summary: Y/n a college freshman catches her boyfriend of 4 years making out with a girl in their shared apartment. So after moving in with her best friend she decides to go through a hoe phase. So when she goes to her first college party she’s extremely upset when she meets a guy who makes her forget about her hoe phase completely.

Word Count: 5986

!!Minors Do Not Interact!!

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The apartment smelled like betrayal and overpriced candles—lavender and eucalyptus, her ex’s favorite combo. Y/N didn’t even need to see them to know. The telltale sounds of a Netflix drama playing faintly in the background and the muffled giggles from the bedroom made it crystal clear.

She opened the door to the bedroom slowly, not to give herself time to think, but to give them time to scramble. Predictably, her boyfriend—scratch that, ex-boyfriend—was tangled in the sheets with someone she vaguely recognized from his office party.

“Oh,” Y/N said, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her face betrayed nothing, though her pulse roared in her ears. “Am I interrupting?”

“Y/N!” he yelped, scrambling to cover himself. The girl next to him let out a shriek and disappeared under the duvet like a groundhog on February 2nd.

“Relax,” Y/N said, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to pack.”

“Baby, I—” he started, but she held up a finger, silencing him with the same energy as a teacher about to hand out detention.

“Let’s not make this awkward. You cheated. I’m leaving. End of story.”

As he stammered out excuses, Y/N grabbed a suitcase from the closet and began filling it with essentials: her favorite jeans, skincare products, and that hoodie he always tried to claim but was way too good for him.

He was still talking—something about “miscommunication” and “it didn’t mean anything”—when she paused, holding up a pair of lacy underwear that definitely wasn’t hers.

She arched an eyebrow. “Miscommunication? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Y/N, please—”

“Save it.” She stuffed the mystery lingerie into the suitcase, purely for dramatic effect, and zipped it shut. Turning to leave, she glanced back one last time, her lips quirking into a sardonic smile. “By the way, you should really wash those sheets. They reek of desperation.”

She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a deep breath. The anger was manageable, but the hurt? That was going to take a while.

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Fifteen minutes later, Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her best friend Lia’s couch, inhaling greasy pizza and venting like her life depended on it.

“And then he had the audacity to stammer like he was the victim!” Y/N said, waving a slice of pepperoni for emphasis.

Lia snorted, handing her a glass of wine. “Men are predictable. You date a loser; you get loser behavior.”

“Four years, Lia. I wasted four years of my life on that guy.”

“Well,” Lia said, tilting her glass toward her, “here’s to starting over. Clean slate. No losers, no drama, and definitely no more ‘boyfriend’ nonsense.”

Y/N clinked glasses with her. “Amen to that.”

Lia grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. “You know what you need? A ho phase.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “A what now?”

“A ho phase,” Lia repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve been playing housewife since you were eighteen. It’s time to cut loose. No strings, no commitments—just fun.”

Y/N took a sip of wine, mulling it over. “A ho phase, huh?”

Lia nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’ll start tomorrow night. There’s a party at Zach’s place, and trust me, it’ll be crawling with eligible distractions.”

Y/N laughed despite herself. “Alright, fine. One party. But if it’s lame, I’m bailing.”

“Deal,” Lia said, raising her glass. “To your ho phase.”

“To my ho phase,” Y/N echoed, clinking glasses again. But as she stared into her wine, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was really cut out for this.

Still, one thing was certain: her ex was the past, and the future? Well, the future was wide open.

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The Beginning: The Heartbreak

The apartment smelled like betrayal and overpriced candles—lavender and eucalyptus, her ex’s favorite combo. Y/N didn’t even need to see them to know. The telltale sounds of a Netflix drama playing faintly in the background and the muffled giggles from the bedroom made it crystal clear.

She opened the door to the bedroom slowly, not to give herself time to think, but to give them time to scramble. Predictably, her boyfriend—scratch that, ex-boyfriend—was tangled in the sheets with someone she vaguely recognized from his office party.

“Oh,” Y/N said, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her face betrayed nothing, though her pulse roared in her ears. “Am I interrupting?”

“Y/N!” he yelped, scrambling to cover himself. The girl next to him let out a shriek and disappeared under the duvet like a groundhog on February 2nd.

“Relax,” Y/N said, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to pack.”

“Baby, I—” he started, but she held up a finger, silencing him with the same energy as a teacher about to hand out detention.

“Let’s not make this awkward. You cheated. I’m leaving. End of story.”

As he stammered out excuses, Y/N grabbed a suitcase from the closet and began filling it with essentials: her favorite jeans, skincare products, and that hoodie he always tried to claim but was way too good for him.

He was still talking—something about “miscommunication” and “it didn’t mean anything”—when she paused, holding up a pair of lacy underwear that definitely wasn’t hers.

She arched an eyebrow. “Miscommunication? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Y/N, please—”

“Save it.” She stuffed the mystery lingerie into the suitcase, purely for dramatic effect, and zipped it shut. Turning to leave, she glanced back one last time, her lips quirking into a sardonic smile. “By the way, you should really wash those sheets. They reek of desperation.”

She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a deep breath. The anger was manageable, but the hurt? That was going to take a while.

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Fifteen minutes later, Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her best friend Lia’s couch, inhaling greasy pizza and venting like her life depended on it.

“And then he had the audacity to stammer like he was the victim!” Y/N said, waving a slice of pepperoni for emphasis.

Lia snorted, handing her a glass of wine. “Men are predictable. You date a loser; you get loser behavior.”

“Four years, Lia. I wasted four years of my life on that guy.”

“Well,” Lia said, tilting her glass toward her, “here’s to starting over. Clean slate. No losers, no drama, and definitely no more ‘boyfriend’ nonsense.”

Y/N clinked glasses with her. “Amen to that.”

Lia grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. “You know what you need? A ho phase.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “A what now?”

“A ho phase,” Lia repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve been playing housewife since you were eighteen. It’s time to cut loose. No strings, no commitments—just fun.”

Y/N took a sip of wine, mulling it over. “A ho phase, huh?”

Lia nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’ll start tomorrow night. There’s a party at Eric’s place, and trust me, it’ll be crawling with eligible distractions.”

Y/N laughed despite herself. “Alright, fine. One party. But if it’s lame, I’m bailing.”

“Deal,” Lia said, raising her glass. “To your ho phase.”

“To my ho phase,” Y/N echoed, clinking glasses again. But as she stared into her wine, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was really cut out for this.

Still, one thing was certain: her ex was the past, and the future? Well, the future was wide open.

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The bass from Eric’s party was so loud it practically had its own gravitational pull. Lia was already dragging Y/N through the front door before she could come up with an excuse to leave.

“Okay, ground rules,” Lia said, gripping Y/N’s arm as they weaved through the crowd. “No sulking in the corner, no long rants about your ex, and absolutely no turning down free drinks.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Got it, Mom.”

“I’m serious!” Lia said, pausing to adjust Y/N’s top, which she claimed needed to show “just a little more clavicle.” “Tonight’s about you. Fun, freedom, and maybe a little chaos.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Fine. Fun, freedom, chaos. Got it.”

They made their way to the makeshift bar in the kitchen, where Lia handed Y/N a solo cup filled with something suspiciously blue. “What is this?” Y/N asked, eyeing the drink.

“No idea,” Lia said, taking a sip of her own. “But it’s strong, so drink up.”

Y/N took a tentative sip, grimacing as the sweetness hit her tongue. It tasted like regret and gummy bears, but she wasn’t about to back down.

“See? You’re already having fun,” Lia said, grinning. “Now, go mingle. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before Y/N could protest, Lia disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone in the chaos. She sighed, leaning against the counter and sipping her drink. Maybe this whole “ho phase” thing wasn’t for her after all.

And then she saw him.

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He was leaning against the wall across the room, a red solo cup in one hand and an easy, confident smile on his face. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, and his eyes had a mischievous glint that made him look like he was always on the verge of saying something outrageous.

He caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, his smile widening into a smirk.

“Uh-oh,” Y/N muttered to herself, turning back to her drink.

A moment later, she felt someone step up beside her.

“Deer in headlights,” the guy said, his voice low and teasing.

Y/N glanced at him, narrowing her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve got that look,” he said, leaning against the counter next to her. “Like you’re wondering how the hell you ended up here.”

“I’m wondering how you ended up here,” Y/N shot back.

He laughed, and the sound was warm, like honey drizzled over a snarky comment. “Fair. I’m Sunwoo, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she said, taking another sip of her drink.

“Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing the name on his tongue. “So, what brings you to the circus tonight?”

“My friend dragged me here,” she admitted. “Apparently, I need to ‘cut loose.’”

Sunwoo raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that going so far?”

“Well, I’m talking to you, so… mediocre at best,” she said, her lips twitching into a smile.

He grinned. “Ouch. Guess I’ll have to step up my game.”

Before she could respond, someone called Sunwoo’s name, and he glanced over his shoulder. “Looks like I’m needed,” he said, turning back to her. “But I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

And just like that, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd like a magician after the big finale.

Y/N shook her head, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat.

“Fun, freedom, chaos,” she muttered to herself. “What could possibly go wrong?”

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The music in the party was pounding louder now, the bass vibrating through the floor as Y/N stood alone by the counter, nursing her drink. She couldn't get Sunwoo out of her head. The way his smirk lingered when he looked at her, the playful way he talked—it was all too much.

What had just happened? One

conversation, and she felt like her whole night had shifted. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or excited.

Then, just as her mind began to race, she saw him again.

Sunwoo was making his way across the room toward her, his confidence unmistakable.

When he reached her, he leaned in close, the scent of his cologne making her pulse quicken.

"Back again, huh?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was something in it that made her heart race.

"Couldn't stay away," she said, surprised at how easily the words slipped from her lips. "You must be getting desperate."

He grinned, eyes twinkling.

"Not desperate. Just interested."

"Interested in what exactly?"

Y/N couldn't help but ask, arching an eyebrow.

Sunwoo's gaze dropped to her lips for just a second before flicking back to her eyes. "In you."

The words hung in the air, heavier than anything she could have imagined.

Y/N's breath caught. She

swallowed, trying to focus on something-anything-other than the feeling of his

presence overwhelming her.

"I'm not really the kind of girl who does this kind of thing."

He smirked, leaning a little closer. "Lucky for you, neither am I."

Y/N couldn't resist the urge to glance at his lips again, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. Was this really happening? Could it be this easy? She had sworn off relationships, but this... whatever this was with Sunwoo, felt like an escape.

Before she could say another word, Sunwoo closed the gap between them. His lips brushed lightly against hers, a tentative touch that sent sparks flying through her. Her pulse spiked. She hadn't expected it to feel like this, not with someone she'd just met.

His hand found her waist, pulling her closer, and she didn't resist. The heat between them intensified, and before she knew it, she was kissing him back, responding with the same urgency. His lips were soft but insistent, and Y/N felt something unfamiliar stir inside her-something she couldn't quite name but wanted to explore further.

She pulled away just enough to breathe, but Sunwoo wasn't having it. His lips found hers again, this time deeper, hungrier.

One of his hands slid to her back, pressing her body against his. The chemistry between them was undeniable.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her body already responding to him in ways she couldn't control.

Sunwoo's grin was sly. "Are you?"

Y/N closed her eyes, shaking her head. It didn't matter. The night had already taken a turn she hadn't planned, and part of her wanted to see where it went. She wasn't just going to let the moment slip away. Without thinking, she kissed him again, deeper this time, pulling him in even closer. He responded immediately, his hands roaming as his body pressed against hers, both of them forgetting about everything else in that moment.

The noise of the party, the people around them, it all faded into the background as Y/N allowed herself to focus on the only thing that mattered right then: the way Sunwoo made her feel.

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The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. Y/N's head was spinning, a mix of alcohol and the lingering heat of the night before. She groggily blinked, her body aching in all the right places, and for a brief moment, she forgot where she was.

Then, she heard it—a soft snore.

Her gaze shifted to the bed beside her, and there he was, sprawled out next to her.

Sunwoo. His dark hair was a mess, his lips slightly parted in sleep, and his arm was draped over her waist, pulling her closer even in slumber. It didn't take long for the memories of the previous night to come rushing back.

The kiss. The way their bodies had moved together in perfect harmony. The heat. The connection.

She exhaled sharply, guilt flooding her chest. What had she just done?

Y/N gently shifted away from Sunwoo, careful not to wake him, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. The harsh reality of her situation settled in-she'd really gone and done it. And she had no idea what this meant. Was this just a random hook-up?

A one-time thing? Or did it mean something more?

Her thoughts spiraled as she swung her legs off the bed, feeling the aftermath of their passion in the soreness that radiated through her limbs.

As she stood, trying to steady herself, she froze when she heard Sunwoo shift behind her.

"Morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep but warm and inviting.

"Where are you going?"

Y/N turned around, trying to play it cool. "I was just... getting some water."

Sunwoo grinned sleepily, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Sure. Water. You're running away already?"

"I'm not running," she lied, her voice tight as she grabbed the glass from the side table and took a long sip. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn't understand why.

The silence between them was thick, and Y/N couldn't decide if it was awkward or just... new. Sunwoo didn't seem to mind, though. He sat up fully, stretching his arms over his head, revealing the toned muscles of his chest.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Y/N bit her lip. "It was just... a thing," she muttered, her gaze flicking to the window. "A one-time thing."

The words left her mouth, but they didn't feel right. The way she'd felt in his arms— there was no way it could've been just a "thing." But she wasn't ready to admit that.

Not to herself, and definitely not to him.

Sunwoo was silent for a moment, and for a brief second, Y/N wondered if she'd said too much.

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Sunwoo’s lazy grin never faltered as he watched Y/N, sensing her unease but not pushing her to explain herself. He sat up fully now, stretching his arms above his head, his toned chest catching the morning light. Y/N’s gaze instinctively dropped to the defined muscles of his torso, and she quickly averted her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

He seemed to find amusement in her discomfort, but he didn’t tease her too much. Instead, he let the silence hang for a beat, the air between them thick with something neither of them were quite ready to address.

“So,” Sunwoo said, breaking the tension with his usual playful tone, though there was a glint of something more serious beneath the surface, “If it was just a ‘one-time thing,’ it must’ve been a pretty damn memorable one, huh?”

Y/N’s heart skipped at his words, but she quickly masked her emotions with a shrug. “Yeah, it was memorable,” she muttered, not quite meeting his eyes as she stared into her water glass. The words felt wrong coming out of her mouth, but she didn’t let herself think about it too much. She wasn’t going to let herself feel anything more than what she was willing to admit.

“Right,” Sunwoo said, his voice still teasing, though now it had a hint of something deeper. “And what happens now?”

She shook her head quickly, her words coming out almost too fast. “Nothing,” she replied with a tight-lipped smile. “It was just… fun, you know? No need to make it complicated.”

Sunwoo raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Complicated? Who said anything about complicated?”

Y/N could feel her pulse quicken at the way he looked at her, but she ignored it, forcing herself to stand up. “I need to get dressed,” she said, her voice more clipped than she intended. She wasn’t going to let this moment become more than it was. She wasn’t going to let him become more than just a one-night thing.

Sunwoo didn’t press her any further, though the disappointment in his eyes was subtle enough to make Y/N’s chest tighten. But she wasn’t going to deal with that. Not now.

As she grabbed her clothes from the floor, she heard him mutter under his breath, “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

The words hung in the air as Y/N dressed quickly, trying not to let herself dwell on the emotions that threatened to rise up inside her. She wasn’t going to let herself fall for him. She wouldn’t.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she finished dressing and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Sunwoo still sat on the bed, his eyes following her, but he didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. Y/N knew what he was thinking, but she wasn’t ready to admit it.

“Thanks for… last night,” she said, her voice clipped as she moved toward the door. It was the only thing she could think to say without letting her emotions show.

Sunwoo didn’t respond immediately, but as she reached the door, he spoke, his tone softer now. “Anytime, Y/N. But you know, it doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Y/N didn’t look back as she stepped into the hallway, the words echoing in her head. She wasn’t going to let herself believe it.

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Y/N was grateful for the crisp autumn air that greeted her as she stepped outside Lia’s apartment complex. Her thoughts swirled like the golden leaves at her feet, but she didn’t stop walking. She needed space, clarity—anything to quiet the noise in her head.

The night before was unforgettable, but she was determined to reframe it as just a night. Nothing more, nothing less. A mistake she wouldn’t let happen again.

“Why does he have to be so…” she muttered to herself, her boots crunching against the pavement. “So smug. So charming. So… Sunwoo.”

The very thought of him made her heart race, which only frustrated her more. This wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to have fun, be carefree, and maybe kiss a cute guy or two. Not whatever this was.

She turned the corner onto campus and was immediately met with familiar chatter and bustling energy. Students crowded the sidewalks, clutching their coffee cups and rushing to classes. The normalcy of it all was oddly grounding.

Until she saw him.

Sunwoo, leaning casually against a lamppost just outside the student center. His dark hair was still messy from the morning, but now it looked intentional. He was talking to someone—a girl, smiling and laughing at whatever joke he’d just made.

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“What the hell is that?” she muttered under her breath. The jealousy hit her before she could rationalize it, and it annoyed her to no end. She had no right to feel this way. It was one night. One damn night.

Still, she found herself ducking behind a nearby tree, peeking around it like some lovesick teenager.

“What are you doing?” a voice whispered behind her.

Y/N jumped, spinning around to find her best friend grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“Nothing!” she hissed, trying to compose herself.

“Oh, please,” her friend said, crossing their arms. “You’re staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Didn’t you say this was supposed to be a one-time thing?”

“It is!” Y/N insisted, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her. “I’m just… making sure he’s not following me or something.”

Her best friend snorted. “Right. Because he’s so obsessed with you that he’s hanging out with other girls just to get your attention.”

“Exactly!” Y/N said, before realizing how ridiculous it sounded. “Wait, no. That’s not what I meant.”

“Uh-huh.”

Before Y/N could argue further, Sunwoo’s voice carried over the noise of the crowd. “Y/N!”

Her heart dropped. She turned to see him walking toward her, a lopsided grin on his face. The other girl was gone, and now it was just him. And her. And the increasingly smug expression on her best friend’s face.

“Hey,” Sunwoo said, his tone casual but his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Yeah, funny how that works on a campus full of students,” Y/N replied, trying to sound indifferent.

Her best friend coughed something that suspiciously sounded like liar and wandered off, leaving them alone.

Sunwoo tilted his head, studying her. “So, did you sleep okay?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know. Just being polite.” He shrugged but didn’t stop smiling.

“Well, thanks for your concern. I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said, stepping closer. “Because you seemed a little… tense this morning.”

Y/N crossed her arms, determined not to let him get under her skin. “I’m fine, Sunwoo. Really.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping just enough to make her pulse quicken. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she said firmly, though the way her voice wavered betrayed her.

Sunwoo didn’t push further, but the look he gave her was enough to send her thoughts spiraling again. There was something about him—something infuriatingly magnetic—that she couldn’t shake.

“Anyway,” she said, clearing her throat and stepping back, “I’ve got class. See you around.”

Before he could respond, she turned on her heel and walked away, determined not to look back.

But she felt his gaze on her the whole time.

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The music pulsed through the dimly lit house, the bass reverberating in Y/N’s chest as she nursed her second drink of the night. Lia had dragged her out again, insisting she needed to stop moping and have some actual fun.

“You’re supposed to be in your ho phase, not your hermit phase,” Lia had joked earlier, handing Y/N a cup before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/N leaned against the wall, scanning the party with a mix of boredom and apprehension. That was when she saw him. Sunwoo. Of course, he was here. He seemed to be everywhere lately, infiltrating her thoughts and now her weekends.

He was standing across the room, chatting with a petite girl with long, wavy hair. She laughed at something he said, her hand brushing his arm, and Y/N felt her stomach churn.

“Why do I care?” she muttered to herself, taking a bigger sip of her drink.

But no amount of rationalizing could stop the jealousy that bubbled up, uninvited and undeniable.

Lia appeared out of nowhere, a sly smile on her face. “You’re glaring. It’s kind of terrifying.”

“I’m not glaring,” Y/N snapped, too quickly.

“Oh, totally,” Lia said, leaning against the wall beside her. “You’re just admiring the decor. Very intense admiration.”

Y/N groaned, tipping her head back against the wall. “I’m not jealous.”

“Did I say you were?” Lia teased, grinning.

“Go away,” Y/N muttered, though there was no heat in her voice.

Lia patted her shoulder. “Relax. I’ll be back later to pick up the pieces of your denial. Have fun!”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Lia disappeared again, leaving her alone with her thoughts—and her drink, which was disappearing way too quickly.

Before she knew it, Sunwoo was standing in front of her, that infuriatingly charming smirk plastered on his face.

“Hey,” he said, leaning in slightly to be heard over the music. “You’ve been avoiding me all night.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she played it cool, crossing her arms. “I’ve been busy. You know, doing my own thing.”

“Sure,” Sunwoo said, his tone light but his gaze unwavering. “Your own thing involves staring at me from across the room?”

“I wasn’t staring,” she shot back, though her cheeks betrayed her with a faint blush.

Sunwoo chuckled, stepping closer. “Right. Just like you’re not jealous right now.”

Y/N scoffed, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened. “Why would I be jealous? You can talk to whoever you want.”

“Good to know,” he said, but the teasing lilt in his voice was gone. He tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her want to squirm. “What’s wrong? Seriously.”

Y/N looked away, the sudden sincerity in his voice throwing her off. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” he said, his voice quieter now.

“Why do you care?” she snapped, the alcohol loosening her tongue more than she intended. “Go back to your fan club.”

Sunwoo frowned, his brows knitting together. “Is that what you think? That I’m just messing around?”

She didn’t answer, and that seemed to frustrate him even more.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but firm, “you’re jealous.”

“I’m not!” she insisted, but even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Because!” she started, but the words caught in her throat. She had no good answer. At least, not one she was ready to admit.

The tension between them crackled like static, and before she could think of something else to say, Sunwoo leaned in, his lips crashing against hers.

Her cup slipped from her hand, forgotten, as she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. The kiss was heated, desperate, and all the feelings she’d been trying to bury came rushing to the surface.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Sunwoo rested his forehead against hers.

“You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, his hands still on her waist. “But stop lying to yourself.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. For once, she had no witty comeback, no sarcastic remark. Just the sound of her heart pounding in her ears and the weight of his words sinking in.

Still caught in the heat of their argument-turned-kiss, Sunwoo grabbed her hand, leading her out of the party. Y/N followed without hesitation, her emotions spiraling somewhere between anger, attraction, and confusion.

Back in Sunwoo’s room, the tension between them spilled over, escalating into another round of feverish kisses. Sunwoo’s usual teasing demeanor was replaced with a raw vulnerability, and Y/N found herself letting her guard down in a way she hadn’t expected.

Their intimacy was both passionate and tender, the playful edge of their earlier encounter now replaced by an undeniable connection. In this moment, Y/N couldn’t deny that there was something deeper between them—something she wasn’t ready to name but could no longer ignore.

Afterward, lying tangled together, Sunwoo broke the silence.

“You’re not just a fling to me, you know,” he murmured, his fingers brushing softly against her arm.

Y/N, still trying to steady her racing thoughts, whispered, “Don’t ruin this by talking.”

But her walls had already begun to crumble.

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Over the next few weeks, Y/N’s life became a whirlwind of accidental run-ins, teasing banter, and stolen moments with Sunwoo. He seemed to be everywhere—at the coffee shop she frequented, the campus quad, even the library during her late-night study sessions.

“Fate, maybe?” he would say, his signature smirk making her stomach flip.

“Or just bad luck,” she’d retort, though her flushed cheeks always gave her away.

Lia, of course, noticed immediately.

“You’re acting like a teenager with a crush,” Lia teased one evening as they lounged on the couch.

“I do not have a crush,” Y/N insisted, her voice rising an octave.

Lia raised an eyebrow. “You literally turned down a guy at the bar last night because he wasn’t Sunwoo.”

Y/N groaned, throwing a pillow at her friend. “That’s not what happened.”

“Oh, it is. You’re basically doodling his name in your notebook at this point,” Lia said, laughing.

Y/N crossed her arms, glaring. “I don’t like him. He’s… annoying!”

“Sure,” Lia said, rolling her eyes. “And I’m Beyoncé’s backup dancer.”

Meanwhile, Sunwoo wasn’t making things any easier. Every time he saw her, he would grin like he knew something she didn’t.

“You’re cute when you’re in denial,” he said one afternoon after catching her staring at him during a group study session.

“I’m not in denial,” Y/N shot back, her face heating.

“You keep telling yourself that,” he said with a wink, before returning to his notes like he hadn’t just derailed her entire focus.

Despite her protests, Y/N couldn’t shake the growing warmth in her chest whenever he was around. But she refused to acknowledge it. Admitting it would mean accepting that she’d broken her vow of no attachments, and she wasn’t ready for that.

“Denial,” Lia would sing-song whenever Y/N tried to change the subject.

But deep down, Y/N knew there was only so much longer she could keep lying to herself.

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It was late in the evening when Y/N found herself wandering the campus courtyard, trying to clear her head. The events of the past few weeks had her spiraling—Sunwoo’s constant presence, the teasing, the way her heart betrayed her every time he smiled.

She spotted him across the courtyard, sitting on a bench with his headphones in, scrolling through his phone. For a moment, she considered walking away, but Sunwoo looked up, as if sensing her presence. He grinned and gestured for her to come over.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, his voice light.

Y/N crossed her arms, standing a few feet away. “We go to the same school. It’s not exactly a miracle.”

“True. But you don’t usually come looking for me.”

“I wasn’t looking for you!” she said, too quickly.

Sunwoo tilted his head, his smirk softening into something gentler. “Why do you always push me away, Y/N?”

Her heart sank. His question caught her off guard, and for once, she didn’t have a snappy comeback.

“I don’t…” she started, but her voice faltered.

“You do,” Sunwoo said, standing and closing the distance between them. “It’s okay, you know. You don’t have to keep pretending.”

“Pretending what?” she said, her tone defensive.

“That you don’t like me,” he said softly.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come.

“You’re infuriating,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sunwoo chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I didn’t say yes!”

“But you didn’t say no,” he pointed out, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Fine. Maybe I like you. Happy now?”

Sunwoo gently pulled her hands away from her face, his touch warm and grounding. “Ecstatic,” he said, his voice sincere. “Took you long enough.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. For once, she stopped resisting the fluttering in her chest and let herself feel it fully.

“You’re such a pain,” she muttered.

“And yet, here you are,” Sunwoo said, leaning in closer.

She didn’t pull away this time.

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Dating Sunwoo wasn’t something Y/N ever expected, yet here they were, strolling down the campus quad hand in hand. Lia had teased her mercilessly that morning, recounting how Y/N had finally admitted to liking him, but Y/N ignored her best friend’s jabs. She was too busy replaying how Sunwoo had kissed her after her confession, how his smile hadn’t left his face all night.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Sunwoo said, glancing at her with a smirk.

“Just thinking,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes when she noticed his expression.

“Thinking about how great I am?”

“Hardly,” she replied, though her heart betrayed her by skipping a beat when he laced their fingers tighter.

Stopping by a campus bench, Sunwoo tugged her down to sit beside him. His usual teasing demeanor softened as he looked at her. “I know this is new for you. For us. But I meant what I said—I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s chest felt lighter than it had in weeks. “I know,” she admitted.

“And just so we’re clear,” Sunwoo added, grinning now, “this means your ho phase is officially over.”

“Who says I’m done?” she teased, nudging him playfully.

“You did. The second you confessed.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Guess you’re right. But don’t let it get to your head.”

“No promises,” Sunwoo said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

[a-dream-bookmark]

NEW ARRIVAL:

“Fangirling” by jinnieboosworld

Fangirling

Kevin Moon x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff, Coming of Age

Summary: While at a Beyoncé concert Kevin Moon finds himself befriending a girl who shares the same enthusiasm for Beyoncé as him. So when he sees her crying after the concert he can’t help but wonder why.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8410

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Y/N had spent all week planning for tonight—her outfit, her playlist, her nails painted in Beyoncé’s latest album colors. This was supposed to be her night. The tickets had been her birthday gift, and she’d been counting down the days ever since. But now, sitting in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s car, the excitement felt off.

He hadn’t said much since picking her up. The usual banter, the jokes about her singing every word to “Love On Top,” were absent. Instead, his hands gripped the wheel a little too tightly, his eyes locked on the road.

“You’re quiet,” Y/N said, turning to him. She tried to keep her tone light, but his energy was throwing her off.

“Just thinking,” he replied.

“About?”

He hesitated, glancing at her briefly before looking away. “About us.”

Her stomach dropped, and she forced out a laugh. “You’re not about to tell me you hate Beyoncé, are you?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said, his voice low. “It’s… I don’t think this is working anymore.”

The words hit like a punch. Y/N blinked, convinced she’d misheard him. “I’m sorry, what?”

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t know how. Things have felt off for a while now.”

“And you’re telling me this now? On the way to a Beyoncé concert?”

“I thought it’d be better to get it out before we got there.”

Y/N stared at him, her shock quickly giving way to anger. “So, what? You’re breaking up with me so you don’t have to pretend to like my favorite artist for a few hours?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like?” she snapped. “Because right now, it feels like you’re blindsiding me for no reason.”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. “I didn’t want to keep stringing you along. You deserve someone who’s all in, and… I just don’t think I am.”

For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Her chest tightened, and her throat burned with the tears she refused to shed. “Pull over,” she said finally.

“What?”

“Pull over. I’m not sitting here and listening to you justify this crap while pretending I’m okay with it.”

He hesitated but eventually complied, pulling the car to the side of the road. Without a word, Y/N grabbed her bag and stepped out. She didn’t even slam the door—he wasn’t worth the drama.

As she stood on the sidewalk, the sound of his car pulling away echoed in her ears. The anger and heartbreak collided inside her, but she pushed it down. Tonight wasn’t about him.

She pulled out her phone, calling a rideshare. While she waited, she rummaged through her bag and found her lipstick. If she was going to cry, it wasn’t going to be until after she’d screamed every word to “Formation.”

By the time the car arrived, she had reapplied her makeup and adjusted her Beyoncé-themed jacket.

“Everything okay?” the driver asked as she slid into the backseat.

Y/N gave a tight smile. “Not really. But it will be.”

As they drove toward the stadium, she glanced at the glowing city lights and took a deep breath. Her ex might have ruined the car ride, but there was no way she was letting him ruin Beyoncé.

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Y/N slid into her seat just as the lights dimmed, sending the arena into an electric frenzy. Her heart pounded, but not entirely from excitement. She still felt raw, her emotions a tangled mess of anger and heartbreak, but she was determined to push it all aside. This night wasn’t about her ex—it was about Beyoncé.

The opening beat of the first song thundered through the speakers, and the crowd erupted. Y/N stood, her hands automatically lifting in sync with the sea of fans around her. As the Queen herself appeared onstage, she felt a flicker of joy break through the haze.

For the first half of the show, Y/N focused on the music, letting the beats and melodies drown out her thoughts. She didn’t check her phone or look at the empty seat her ex would’ve occupied. She refused to let him steal any more of her energy.

It wasn’t until the intermission that she noticed him—the guy sitting one row down and a few seats over.

He had straight blonde hair tucked under a snapback, and his whole outfit screamed “effortlessly cool.” But what caught her attention was his energy. While everyone else around him was taking a breather, he was animatedly singing to himself, drumming on his thighs as if the concert hadn’t paused.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He noticed her looking and grinned, his charming smile flashing in the dim arena lights.

“You good up there?” he called over the noise of the crowd.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, her voice steady but her lips curving upward. “You, uh, really know your stuff.”

“What can I say?” He gestured to the stage as if it were obvious. “Beyoncé’s a lifestyle.”

Y/N laughed, the first real one she’d had all day. “Fair point.”

He tilted his head, studying her for a moment. “You’ve been pretty quiet, though. First-timer?”

“Hardly,” she said, leaning on the railing in front of her. “I’ve been obsessed with her since, like, Dangerously in Love.”

“Then what’s the deal? You’re not screaming like your life depends on it.”

She hesitated, not sure how much she wanted to share with a complete stranger. “Long day,” she said finally, brushing it off.

He didn’t press, just nodded like he understood. “Well, if you’re gonna make it through the rest of this show, you’ve gotta sing like you mean it. Beyoncé didn’t show up here for half energy.”

Y/N snorted. “You sound like a coach.”

“Exactly. And I’m not letting my team down.” He stuck out his hand, his grin widening. “Kevin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she replied, shaking his hand.

The house lights dimmed again, signaling the second half of the show. Kevin turned back to the stage, but not before giving her a nod. “Let’s go, Y/N. Time to wake up.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny that his enthusiasm was infectious. As Beyoncé launched into another hit, she found herself loosening up, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm.

By the time Beyoncé hit her iconic run in “Love On Top,” Y/N was belting out the lyrics alongside Kevin. He threw her an approving thumbs-up mid-chorus, and she laughed, her spirits lifting in a way she hadn’t thought possible just hours earlier.

For the first time that night, she wasn’t thinking about her ex or the breakup. She wasn’t worried about looking sad or out of place. She was just Y/N—a fan in the crowd, celebrating the music she loved.

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The second half of the show had Y/N completely mesmerized. Beyoncé was magnetic, her vocals flawless, and her stage presence unmatched. The lights, choreography, and energy of the crowd created a wave of emotion that Y/N couldn’t help but get swept up in.

Kevin seemed to have appointed himself her concert hype man. Every now and then, he’d glance back to make sure she was singing along or smiling, giving her exaggerated nods of approval whenever she hit a note.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” he shouted after she nailed the high note in “Halo,” laughing when she playfully shoved his shoulder.

By the time Beyoncé slowed the tempo for an acoustic set, Y/N felt the first twinge of vulnerability creeping back in. When the opening notes of “Resentment” filled the arena, she stiffened.

This was the song. The one she’d blasted in her bedroom during every heartbreak, every fight, every moment of self-doubt. And now, in this massive crowd of strangers, it felt like the lyrics were aimed directly at her.

She tried to keep her composure, but her throat tightened. Her vision blurred.

“Hey,” Kevin’s voice cut through the music, soft but steady.

She turned her head slightly, blinking back tears. He wasn’t grinning or joking this time. Instead, his expression was kind, his dark eyes filled with understanding.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the song.

She nodded quickly, waving him off, but he didn’t buy it.

“It’s okay to feel it, you know,” he said, his tone low and careful. “That’s why we’re all here—to let it out.”

Y/N swallowed hard, letting the lyrics seep into her soul. Beyoncé’s voice was raw, singing about betrayal, pain, and resilience, and Y/N couldn’t hold it back anymore. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, hoping Kevin wouldn’t notice.

But he did.

Without a word, he reached over and gave her hand a light squeeze. It was so subtle, so natural, that she almost didn’t register it. But the warmth of the gesture calmed her. She didn’t pull away.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Kevin didn’t say anything in response, just kept his hand resting over hers until the song ended.

When Beyoncé transitioned into an upbeat anthem, the atmosphere shifted again. Kevin released her hand, his playful energy returning.

“All right,” he said, turning to her with a wide smile. “Time to dance it out.”

Y/N laughed, wiping the remnants of tears from her face. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Gotta make sure my concert buddy’s having a good time.”

“Your concert buddy?”

“Yep.” He nodded confidently. “We’ve sung, danced, and cried together. That’s a bond right there.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously fun,” he corrected, giving her a dramatic spin as Beyoncé launched into “Crazy in Love.”

Y/N let herself be pulled into his orbit, her laughter blending with the crowd’s cheers. For the rest of the night, she didn’t hold back. She danced, sang, and even shouted a few ad-libs with Kevin, who was somehow as energetic during the encore as he was at the start.

As the final confetti rained down and Beyoncé bowed to the roaring crowd, Y/N realized something surprising. For the first time since the breakup, she felt good.

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The crowd was beginning to thin out, the energy still buzzing in the air, but Y/N felt strangely empty. She had enjoyed herself—more than she expected—but the final song had stirred up feelings she wasn’t ready to face. She lingered near the exits, standing just outside the arena where people spilled into the parking lot.

The night had been a whirlwind. She was still processing her emotions about the breakup, but now that Beyoncé was gone, the weight of her own thoughts returned.

Y/N found a quiet corner near a row of vendor stalls, hoping the chill air would help steady her. She leaned against the brick wall, pulling her jacket tighter around her, feeling a familiar lump form in her throat.

She could already feel the hot tears threatening to spill again. She wiped at her eyes, fighting it. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry tonight.

“You okay?”

The voice was gentle but familiar. She turned, startled, and saw Kevin standing a few feet away, concern in his eyes.

She wasn’t sure how long he’d been watching her. She tried to smile but it felt forced, so she opted for a shrug.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “Just… processing.”

Kevin didn’t move. He took a step closer, a hint of hesitation in his step. “Are you sure? You looked… like you were having a good time earlier.”

“I was,” she said, looking down. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just one of those nights, you know?” She managed a small laugh, but it quickly faltered.

“Yeah, I get it.” He nodded, his voice softening. “That’s a lot to deal with. It’s like the universe knows when you’re vulnerable and just piles it all on.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment. He didn’t push. He just stood there, waiting.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. “He broke up with me,” she finally said, the words feeling heavier than she’d expected. “Right before the concert. Like, right before. We were supposed to come here together, and then… he said he didn’t think it was working anymore.”

Kevin stayed silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then, he shook his head, disbelief evident on his face. “That’s… the worst timing I’ve ever heard. Who does that before Beyoncé?”

Y/N snorted, a dry laugh slipping out. “Right? I was supposed to have the night of my life, and now… well, now I’m here crying over my ex.”

“You deserve better than that,” Kevin said, his voice firm but kind. He took another step closer, giving her space but making it clear he was there for her.

Y/N swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, but instead, she just stared at him, blinking back more tears.

Kevin didn’t say anything more. He simply sat down next to her, close but not too close, as if he was giving her the option to pull away if she wanted.

They were silent for a long time, the sound of the remaining concertgoers drifting into the background. The crowd was loud, but the quiet between them felt safe.

After a few minutes, Kevin shifted slightly, breaking the stillness with a casual tone. “You know, you could always take this as a sign to let your ex go. It’s like the universe gave you the perfect night to start fresh. I mean, we’re at a Beyoncé concert—she practically hands out empowerment with every song.”

Y/N snorted again, though the sound was more of a broken laugh than anything else. “Yeah, right. Like I can just move on because Beyoncé said so.”

“Why not? It worked for me.” Kevin’s grin was playful, and it lightened the air. “She’s been teaching me how to live my best life for years.”

Y/N chuckled, finally looking at him. “I thought you were just here for the Beyoncé trivia, not life lessons.”

“Hey, both are important. It’s all about balance.” He shrugged, smiling in that easygoing way that made him seem so approachable.

Y/N hesitated for a second before she laughed again. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know if I’m ready for the whole ‘new chapter’ thing, though.”

Kevin looked over at her with a kind expression. “You don’t have to be. But don’t let one bad night make you forget how much you deserve, you know?”

She stared at him for a moment. His words felt too sincere, and it made her feel things she wasn’t ready to deal with.

“Well, if it’s okay with you, I could use a walk,” she said softly, trying to change the subject. “You’re probably headed somewhere else anyway.”

Kevin grinned. “I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to. I’m your personal Beyoncé assistant for the night.”

Y/N smiled, the first real smile of the evening. It felt like a small step in the right direction.

“Yeah, okay. Walk with me.”

Kevin stood up and offered her his hand, his eyes bright with an enthusiasm that made her feel just a little bit lighter.

As they walked together through the parking lot, Y/N realized that while her heart was still aching, maybe this night wasn’t a total loss after all.

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The chill in the air had settled comfortably around them as Y/N and Kevin walked side by side through the parking lot. The sharp hum of the crowd faded with each step, leaving behind a quiet that felt oddly intimate. Y/N appreciated the peace. After everything that had happened earlier—her boyfriend’s sudden breakup, the overwhelming concert, and her unspoken emotions—Kevin’s presence was a comforting distraction.

They kept the conversation light, mostly chatting about the concert and Beyoncé’s killer performance, but Y/N could sense there was something more to Kevin. He had this easy confidence, not in a bragging way, but in a way that made everything seem a little less daunting. He didn’t push her to talk about her ex, didn’t probe further. He just let her take the lead when she wanted to.

“You know,” Kevin said, breaking the easy silence between them, “Beyoncé really knows how to get you out of your head.”

Y/N nodded, letting out a small, relieved sigh. “Yeah, she does. Even when things are falling apart, her music has this way of making you feel like you’re invincible.”

Kevin glanced over at her, his expression softening. “Yeah, like you can take on the world and still look damn good doing it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “If only it were that easy.”

Kevin stopped walking for a moment, turning to face her. There was an earnestness in his eyes, his gaze steady. “It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible, either.”

Y/N felt a small wave of warmth spread through her chest. It was the kind of comment that seemed simple, but for some reason, it felt like more than just words. It felt like encouragement—like Kevin genuinely believed that she could find her footing again.

“So, what now?” Y/N asked after a beat, not quite sure what she was expecting. But Kevin seemed to have the right answer.

“I’m just gonna say it—if you want to stay distracted from your ex and just keep enjoying life, I’m your guy,” he said with a grin, the humor in his voice taking any pressure off the offer. “You want to go get some coffee? Maybe talk Beyoncé trivia? Or we could just grab a burger. I know a great place.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by how natural the invitation felt. She hadn’t expected someone she’d just met to offer this kind of solace, but somehow, it didn’t feel out of place. In fact, it was exactly what she needed.

“You really like Beyoncé, huh?” she teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Kevin chuckled. “Beyoncé is life. But yeah, I think we should definitely hang out again. You don’t have to spend the rest of the night brooding over some guy who doesn’t know what he’s losing.”

Y/N paused, the words hitting her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “Thanks, Kevin,” she said quietly, her heart feeling a little lighter. She didn’t want to admit it, but his kindness felt like an unexpected gift, a spark of hope in a night that had been filled with a lot of confusion and hurt.

“No problem,” he said, his smile turning warmer. “Besides, who else is gonna appreciate your Beyoncé knowledge? I’m not just here for the good times. I’m here for the deep talks and the bad dance moves, too.”

Y/N laughed, her mood lifting a little more. “I’ve got a lot of both, so you’re in for a wild ride.”

Kevin smiled, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like the weight of her breakup was just a little bit lighter.

“Well,” Kevin said, turning toward the exit of the lot, “I’m in for whatever you’ve got. But seriously, text me if you ever need someone to talk to or, you know, vent. I’m all about the backup singer role.”

Y/N paused as they reached the edge of the parking lot, looking at him for a moment. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, feeling the tightness in her chest ease just a little bit more. She grabbed her phone from her bag but hesitated before getting in. “And, Kevin… I don’t know if you’re just being nice, but thanks for being here tonight. I really mean it.”

Kevin looked at her, his expression soft. “No need to thank me. I’m happy to be here. I know it’s not the greatest night, but you’ve got this. And if you need some Beyoncé therapy, I’m your guy.”

Y/N smiled, her heart a little lighter than before. She was still hurt, still processing everything that had happened with her ex, but there was something comforting in knowing that even in the messiest of moments, someone like Kevin could step in and remind her that there was more to life than pain.

“Okay, then,” she said, nodding. “Guess I’ll hold you to that.”

Kevin gave her a playful salute before backing away. “You do that. I’ll be ready when you are. But, uh, just so you know, I’m not a serial killer or anything, I promise. I mean, you don’t know me that well, but I’m definitely not that guy.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback for a second before laughing out loud. “Right, because that was the first thing I was thinking of. You’ve got your work cut out for you, I guess.”

Kevin smirked. “Hey, I had to put it out there. Better safe than sorry, right?”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “You’re lucky you’re funny.”

As Y/N stepped away from the parking lot, she realized that she had to get to her rideshare pickup point. She pulled up her phone, checking her location, and sent a quick text. On my way!

Kevin waved as she started walking away. “Let me know if you need a ride—unless you’re really trusting a complete stranger to take you home. Then I can’t help you there.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she waved back. “I’ll take my chances. You know, not every guy you meet at a concert ends up being a serial killer.”

With that, Y/N made her way toward the rideshare, feeling a little lighter than before. She wasn’t sure where things would go with Kevin, but for the first time in a while, she was allowing herself to feel something that wasn’t just sadness.

She glanced at her phone again, smiling when she saw a text from him.

Kevin: “Beyoncé trivia challenge next time?”

Y/N smiled, feeling the smallest thread of excitement for the first time that night. She typed back quickly.

Y/N: “You’re on. I’ll be ready.”

And as she slid into the back of the rideshare, the night didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore.

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The week after the concert, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of how surreal everything had felt. Her breakup, the unexpected comfort of meeting Kevin, and the lingering, odd spark between them all seemed to blur together like one big, emotional whirlwind. In the days since, she kept herself busy—schoolwork, calls with her friends, and binge-watching reruns of her favorite shows to numb the pain of what had happened. But there was something about Kevin that kept creeping into her thoughts.

It was a sunny afternoon when she decided to text him. Nothing too complicated. Just a “Hey, how’s it going?” She hadn’t expected a reply so quickly, but less than an hour later, Kevin’s name flashed on her phone.

Kevin: “Heyyy! All good on my end. I was just about to start a deep dive into Beyoncé’s discography again. Want to join me? I’m feeling ‘Formation’ vibes today.”

Y/N chuckled to herself. Formation. Of course. It felt like the kind of thing Kevin would text her. The words seemed to light up the screen, a tiny spark that made her smile for the first time in days. She stared at the message for a moment, then typed out her response, not overthinking it.

Y/N: “You know I can never resist a Beyoncé deep dive. I’m in.”

It didn’t take long before they were making plans to meet up at a coffee shop near campus. She hadn’t seen Kevin in a few days, but the thought of hanging out again felt strangely comforting. They weren’t in a rush to define anything. There was something about the way Kevin made her feel that wasn’t rushed or heavy. It was easy.

Y/N was just about to leave her apartment when she hesitated, glancing in the mirror as she touched up her makeup. It wasn’t like she had anything to impress Kevin with. She wasn’t trying to get back into dating. She wasn’t even sure if that was something she wanted yet. But something about the idea of seeing him again made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a while.

No pressure, she reminded herself. You’re just hanging out with a friend. You don’t need to overthink this.

She left her apartment and caught a quick rideshare to the coffee shop. When she walked in, she saw Kevin sitting at a table near the window, looking as relaxed as ever. His green hoodie stood out against the beige coffee shop walls, and his lips were curved into that easygoing grin that made her feel like she belonged in his world, even if just for a little while.

Kevin spotted her immediately and waved, standing up to greet her. “Hey! You made it.” His grin widened, but it wasn’t the same playful grin from their first meeting. There was something a little more personal in it now, like he was genuinely happy to see her. “Beyoncé trivia awaits.”

Y/N laughed, taking a seat across from him. “I don’t think you’re ready for my knowledge.”

“I’m not worried,” Kevin said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ve been practicing. Bring it on.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of coffee, laughter, and surprisingly intense Beyoncé debates. They argued over the best live performances, the meaning behind some of the lyrics, and their thoughts on her various music videos. Kevin’s humor never wavered, and the way he made Y/N feel so comfortable with herself was starting to sink in. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun just talking to someone, and the longer they spent together, the more she found herself forgetting that she was trying to move past a breakup.

At one point, they ended up watching a live performance of “Run the World (Girls)” on Kevin’s phone, completely immersed in the music. Y/N was so caught up in it that she barely noticed Kevin’s hand inching closer to hers. And before she knew it, their fingers brushed.

It was a simple, fleeting touch. But it left Y/N with a sudden, confusing flutter in her chest.

“Sorry,” Kevin said, pulling his hand back quickly, his face flushing slightly. “Didn’t mean to… I didn’t know if that was cool. I mean, I thought maybe we could—”

“It’s fine,” Y/N blurted out, her heart racing a little. She quickly cleared her throat, trying to act casual. “I mean, you didn’t—nothing. I’m good.”

Kevin chuckled awkwardly, clearly sensing her tension. “Okay, good. But I mean… you know, I wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t—”

“No, it’s fine,” Y/N interrupted again, forcing a smile. She had no idea why her nerves were suddenly going into overdrive. It was just a touch, nothing more.

But as they went back to watching the video, Y/N couldn’t help but think about it. It was like a sudden shift—a tiny moment that made her wonder if maybe things were starting to feel more than just friendly between them. And that thought made her feel even more confused.

She had sworn off relationships for a while. And yet, there she was, getting lost in Kevin’s smile, in his humor, in the way he made her feel like she was worth more than the person who had broken her heart.

“So, what do you think?” Kevin asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Next Beyoncé concert? I think we can totally make it happen. It’s going to be a whole thing.”

Y/N blinked, realizing she had drifted off again. “Right. The concert. I’m totally in. As long as we get the VIP tickets this time,” she joked.

“Deal,” Kevin said with a wink. “I’ll make sure we’re front and center.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. It wasn’t that she was ready to jump into something serious. But, for the first time in a while, she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of seeing where things might go with Kevin. For once, it felt like she was doing more than just surviving. She was starting to feel… alive again.

As they continued to talk about their next concert plans, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Kevin had in store for her.

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As Y/N walked into the coffee shop, she spotted Kevin right away. His green hoodie stood out against the cozy, neutral-toned interior, and his wide grin made her stomach flutter. The usual sense of calm she had around him felt almost reassuring now, but that subtle tension, the one that always lingered when they were around each other, had begun to grow stronger.

Kevin waved, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. “Hey! You made it.” He stood up, pulling the chair out for her. “Beyoncé trivia awaits.”

Y/N grinned, slipping into the seat across from him. “I hope you’re ready to lose.”

Kevin laughed, easing back into his own chair, still looking at her with that playful, relaxed expression. “I’ve been practicing, trust me. I’m ready to go head-to-head with you.”

As they settled into the flow of conversation, Y/N could feel her nerves settling too. It was the kind of easy-going banter they had fallen into the last time they hung out—talking about music, laughing over random trivia facts, and debating their favorite Beyoncé lyrics. Kevin’s energy was contagious, and before long, the hours had slipped by unnoticed.

They eventually found themselves watching a live performance of “Run the World (Girls)” on Kevin’s phone, their attention fully immersed in the beat and the powerful energy Beyoncé exuded on stage. Without thinking, Kevin reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as they both reached for the screen. It was light, almost accidental, but the contact sent a jolt through Y/N.

Kevin quickly pulled his hand back, flushing slightly. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to—”

Y/N’s heart was racing, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure how to act. Her breath caught in her chest, and she laughed to cover the sudden awkwardness. “No, it’s fine. You didn’t—nothing, I’m good.”

He gave her a sheepish smile, obviously sensing the shift in energy. “Right, okay. Just making sure. But, you know, I wouldn’t have—if you weren’t okay with it.”

Y/N nodded quickly, feeling her face heat up. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

But as the video continued playing, Y/N couldn’t shake the image of their hands brushing. There was something about it that felt like a subtle turning point. She had sworn to herself that she wasn’t going to jump back into anything serious, especially after the emotional toll of her recent breakup. But here she was, feeling something shift in her chest, and she couldn’t quite pinpoint whether it was fear or excitement.

When the video ended, Kevin shifted his posture, clearly trying to make light of the moment. “So, what do you think? Next Beyoncé concert? I’m thinking we can totally make it happen. It’s gonna be a whole vibe.”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, smiling at his enthusiasm. “Right. The concert. We should definitely do that.”

Kevin grinned, “I’ll make sure we’re front and center this time.”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, though she wasn’t sure if it was the idea of another concert or the thought of spending more time with him. Either way, it felt like something more than just a casual hangout. It felt like a step closer to something undefined, but real.

She forced herself to focus on the present, to not get ahead of herself. “Deal,” she said, offering him a genuine smile. “But only if you get VIP tickets. No nosebleeds this time.”

Kevin winked. “You got it.”

As they continued to joke about concert plans, Y/N couldn’t ignore the feeling of anticipation in her chest. It was as though she had finally found someone who could make her feel alive again, someone who was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with—and maybe, just maybe, someone who could make her believe in the possibility of new beginnings.

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The week leading up to the concert felt like a blur. The anticipation wasn’t just for the show itself—it was the thought of spending the night with Kevin that kept Y/N awake in the early hours, her mind racing with questions she wasn’t ready to answer. What was this feeling? Why was she so nervous about something as simple as a concert? Was she overthinking things, or was there really something more between them?

As the day finally arrived, Y/N found herself standing in front of her mirror, staring at her outfit as if it were some kind of decision that could change everything. She laughed at herself, shaking her head. No one needed to get dressed up for a concert, right? It wasn’t a date. They were just two people going to a show together. She had promised herself that she wasn’t rushing into anything, that she wasn’t trying to replace one emotional rollercoaster with another.

But there was something about Kevin that made her second-guess all of that. He was easy to talk to, yes, but there was a deeper comfort in him—one that made her feel understood in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had made her feel so at ease, so completely herself. And as much as she tried to keep things casual, the way she thought about him was beginning to change.

They met up outside the venue, where the crowd buzzed with energy. The usual excitement of a concert loomed in the air, but something felt different this time. Maybe it was because the whole thing wasn’t just about the performance. It was about spending time with Kevin, about seeing where things might go. She couldn’t deny that the thought made her feel a little lighter.

Kevin greeted her with his usual warm grin, looking relaxed in his jeans and a jacket, not the kind of person who made her feel like she had to put on a front. “Ready for this?” he asked, his voice light, but with an undercurrent of excitement she could feel in her chest.

Y/N smiled, feeling an unexpected rush of anticipation. “You know it. But I hope you’re prepared for me to out-sing you the entire time.”

“Bring it on,” Kevin shot back, eyes twinkling with humor. “I’ve been practicing.”

The concert itself was an unforgettable experience, but not for the reasons Y/N had expected. It wasn’t just about the music or the lights or the crowd. It was about the quiet moments in between—when Kevin would glance at her with that soft, knowing look, the way he would hand her a drink or ask if she was okay without even needing to be told. It was the small things that added up to something bigger.

They talked during the entire show, laughing over shared inside jokes, teasing each other over their respective dance moves (which, admittedly, weren’t as coordinated as they’d hoped), and even commenting on how ridiculous the outfits people around them were wearing. It felt like they were in their own little world, even though they were surrounded by thousands of people.

At one point, the lights dimmed for a quieter song. It wasn’t a moment where they could shout lyrics or get lost in the music, and for a second, the air between them was quiet, the sounds of the crowd fading into the background. Kevin leaned in slightly, as if testing the waters. “Hey, you good?”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the question. She had been lost in thought, in the quiet of the music, but the way Kevin asked it felt different. It wasn’t casual. It was like he truly cared. She smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… enjoying the peace for a second.”

Kevin grinned, nodding as if he understood. “You know, I’m really glad we’re doing this. Not just the concert, but… hanging out like this. It’s been fun, Y/N.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected honesty. It wasn’t the kind of thing you expected to hear from someone after only a few weeks of hanging out. But the more they spent time together, the clearer it became that their bond was growing stronger. The concert was a backdrop to something much deeper than just music.

By the time the show ended, the energy in the air had shifted. The crowd slowly started to disperse, and the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. Y/N didn’t want the night to end. Not because she was particularly enamored with the show or because she was still processing the performance. But because, for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t want to say goodbye to the person who had made her feel this… alive.

They walked out of the venue together, the cool night air offering a reprieve from the heat of the crowd. The conversation flowed easily as they made their way toward the parking lot, both of them reluctant to end the night.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Kevin said, his voice quiet but sincere as they approached her ride. “I’m glad we did this.”

Y/N smiled, trying to keep the knot in her chest from giving away how much she truly appreciated his company. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad you were the one to drag me into this whole thing. I don’t think I would’ve had nearly as much fun with anyone else.”

Kevin’s expression softened, his eyes meeting hers in a way that made Y/N’s heart skip. “I mean, you made it fun. It’s not just about the concert. It’s… it’s about hanging out with someone who actually gets it.”

The words lingered between them, heavy in the air. Y/N felt the pull between them—the kind that was undeniable but unspoken. She didn’t know what it was, this connection they shared, but she wasn’t afraid of it. Not anymore.

Before she could think too much, Kevin’s lips curved into that playful grin again. “So… next time we do this, what’s the verdict? Maybe a comedy show? Or a karaoke night?”

Y/N laughed, relieved by the shift back to their usual easy banter. “Karaoke sounds good, but I’m warning you now—I’m a beast on the mic.”

Kevin raised his hands in mock surrender. “Oh, I’m terrified already. Bring it on.”

They shared one last laugh before Y/N reached for her rideshare, a quiet sense of contentment settling over her. As she waved goodbye to Kevin, she realized that it wasn’t about what they’d done or where they’d been. It was about who they were when they were together. For the first time since her breakup, Y/N felt like she could breathe again, like she didn’t need to rush or overthink things. The night had proven something she hadn’t known she needed: that connection wasn’t just about grand gestures or big moments. It was in the quiet ones, too—the ones that made her feel understood without needing to say a word.

As she sat back in the car, the city lights flashing by, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it wasn’t about finding someone to fill the space her ex had left. Maybe it was about finding someone who made her want to fill the space with laughter and quiet moments that felt just as important.

And for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt like maybe, just maybe, she was starting to look forward to something new.

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The next time they met up, it wasn’t planned. Y/N was out running errands when Kevin texted her.

Kevin: “What are you up to? I’m grabbing lunch if you want to join.”

Her day had been exhausting—a mix of work, school assignments, and endless errands—but something about Kevin’s casual invite made her pause. A part of her wanted to say no, to just head home and recharge. But the bigger part, the one that always lit up at the thought of him, couldn’t resist.

Y/N: “Where are you? I could eat.”

Kevin sent her the address of a small café near campus, and within 20 minutes, she was there. She spotted him right away, sitting outside at one of the tables, his usual green hoodie paired with a messy bun. He was scrolling on his phone, absentmindedly sipping from a cup of iced coffee.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted as she approached.

Kevin looked up, his face breaking into a smile the second he saw her. “Hey! Glad you could make it. Wasn’t sure if you’d be free.”

“I almost wasn’t,” she admitted, pulling out the chair across from him. “But food and good company were tempting enough.”

Kevin chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Well, I promise the food’s good. As for the company… you’ll have to tell me.”

They ordered sandwiches and talked about everything and nothing while they waited. Kevin was easy to talk to—he always had been—but today felt different. Maybe it was because their conversation drifted away from surface-level topics, sinking into things they hadn’t talked about before.

He told her about his family, about growing up in Canada and how moving away for college had been both exciting and terrifying. She shared stories about her own childhood, the way her parents had supported her in every crazy dream she’d ever had. They talked about what they wanted for their futures, their fears, their dreams. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, but it was real.

At one point, Kevin hesitated, his gaze flickering down to the table before meeting hers. “Can I ask you something?”

Y/N tilted her head, curious. “Sure.”

“Have you thought about… us?” His voice was careful, like he didn’t want to push her too hard. “I mean, I know we’ve been hanging out a lot, and it’s been great. But I just—sometimes I wonder if maybe you see me as more than just a friend.”

Y/N froze, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. She had thought about it. Of course, she had. Kevin wasn’t just anyone. He was funny and kind and thoughtful in ways that made her feel like she was the only person in the world when they were together. But the idea of admitting that out loud, of putting words to the feelings she’d been trying to suppress, felt like too much.

“I…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I don’t know.”

Kevin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know right now. I just— I wanted to be honest. Because I think about it. A lot. And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t feel something when I’m around you.”

Y/N looked up, meeting his eyes. There was no pressure in them, no expectation. Just honesty.

“I like spending time with you,” she said quietly. “A lot. And I don’t know what that means yet, but… I know I don’t want it to stop.”

Kevin’s smile widened, his shoulders relaxing as if he’d been holding his breath. “Me neither.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the air between them feeling lighter, warmer. It wasn’t a declaration of love or a grand romantic moment, but it didn’t need to be. It was enough.

As they finished their lunch, the conversation shifted back to its usual playful tone, but there was a new ease between them. A quiet understanding that something was shifting, even if they weren’t ready to define it yet.

When they left the café, Kevin walked her to her car. They lingered there for a moment, the sun casting long shadows on the pavement.

“Thanks for coming today,” Kevin said, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “I know it was last minute, but… I’m glad you were here.”

Y/N smiled, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest. “Me too.”

For a moment, she thought he might lean in, that their story might take a step forward in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready for. But Kevin just grinned and gave her a small wave as he stepped back.

“Drive safe,” he said.

As she drove away, Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself. Things were changing between them, and for the first time, she wasn’t scared of what that might mean.

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It had been weeks since the café conversation, and while Y/N and Kevin hadn’t officially defined their relationship, something had definitely shifted between them. Their texts grew longer, their hangouts more frequent. Even the silences between them felt comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding.

Today, they had planned to meet at the park near campus, a favorite spot of Kevin’s. He had insisted on bringing snacks and claimed he had a surprise for her, though he wouldn’t give any details.

When Y/N arrived, Kevin was already there, sprawled out on a blanket under the shade of a large oak tree. A basket sat beside him, and he was messing with something on his phone, likely adding a new playlist to his ever-growing collection.

“Hey,” she called out, walking over to him.

Kevin looked up, his face lighting up in a way that still caught her off guard. “You’re late.”

“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” she teased, dropping her bag next to him. “What’s in the basket? Don’t tell me it’s just sandwiches again.”

He grinned, gesturing for her to sit. “No sandwiches, I promise. Today is fancy picnic day. I brought charcuterie.”

“Charcuterie?” Y/N laughed as she sat down, pulling the basket closer to inspect it. Sure enough, there were neatly packed containers of cheese, crackers, fruit, and even a small jar of honey.

“I had to impress you somehow,” Kevin said with a smirk. “Besides, I’ve been watching those aesthetic picnic TikToks. This is my debut.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re ridiculous. But this actually looks amazing.”

As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did. They talked about their week, shared updates about school and work, and debated over what movie they should watch at their next hangout. Y/N felt a warmth settle over her, the kind that came from being with someone who made her feel completely at ease.

When they finished eating, Kevin leaned back against the tree, his eyes scanning the park. “So, I promised you a surprise.”

“Oh?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is it Beyoncé-themed? Because I think we’ve exhausted all the possible surprises there.”

Kevin laughed. “Not this time. I figured we needed to expand our horizons.” He reached into his bag and pulled out two small envelopes. “Here.”

Y/N took one, eyeing him suspiciously. “What is this?”

“Just open it.”

She slid her finger under the flap and pulled out the contents. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. Two tickets to a local art exhibit she’d mentioned in passing weeks ago, one she hadn’t been able to afford at the time.

“Kevin,” she said softly, looking up at him. “How did you—why did you—”

He shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “You mentioned you wanted to go, and I figured it’d be fun. Plus, I’m trying to earn some best-friend points. Or, you know… more-than-friend points.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I try.” His grin softened into something more genuine. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve had a rough few weeks, and I figured this might cheer you up.”

She looked at him, her heart swelling in a way that was both terrifying and wonderful. Kevin had a way of making her feel seen, like every little thing she said or did mattered.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Really.”

Kevin held her gaze for a moment, his smile fading into something more serious. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I like doing this kind of stuff for you. I care about you. A lot.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She had known this moment was coming, had felt it building between them for weeks. But hearing him say it out loud made her chest tighten in a way that was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

“I care about you too,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I just… I don’t know if I’m ready for something serious yet.”

Kevin nodded, his expression understanding. “That’s okay. I’m not asking for anything you’re not ready to give. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

The weight of his words hung between them, but it didn’t feel heavy. It felt freeing, like a door opening instead of closing.

They sat in silence for a while, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. Kevin reached over and took her hand, his touch warm and steady. Y/N didn’t pull away.

For the first time in a long time, she felt like she didn’t have to have all the answers.

As the evening turned to dusk, they packed up their things and walked back to their cars. Kevin stopped her before she got in, his hand brushing hers again.

“So,” he said, his voice light but his eyes serious. “Next concert, you’re still my plus one, right?”

Y/N smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “Always.”

Kevin grinned, stepping back as she climbed into her car. As she drove away, Y/N couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips.

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[a-dream-bookmark]

NEW ARRIVAL:

“The Nurse” by jinnieboosworld

The Nurse

Hyunjae x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: RomCom, Fluff

Summary: While ice skating Lee Jaehyun slips and sprains his wrist. After being transported to the hospital he meets a nurse. A very pretty nurse.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 3302

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Hyunjae had no idea how he’d been roped into this.

“It’s the holidays!” Sangyeon had said with that big, hopeful grin. “You’ve got to do something festive, Hyunjae!”

“Yeah,” Changmin had added with a teasing smirk. “Sitting at home binge-watching dramas does not count as festive.”

Chanhee, the practical one of the group, had already booked the tickets. “We’re going ice skating. It’ll be fun. And if you break something, it’s your fault for being clumsy.”

And that’s how Hyunjae found himself wobbling across the ice, his arms flailing like a newborn deer.

“Guys,” he called out, voice wavering. “I think I’m getting the hang of this!”

“No, you’re not!” Sangyeon shouted back, laughing as he effortlessly glided past him.

“Try not to die!” Changmin added, doing a playful spin.

Chanhee, skating backward like a show-off, raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I give him five more minutes.”

Hyunjae grumbled, determined to prove them wrong. He pushed off harder, his confidence soaring as he actually managed to move without tripping over his own feet. But then, out of nowhere, a tiny child zoomed past him at lightning speed, causing him to panic and lose his balance.

Before he could fully process what was happening, his skates slipped out from under him. He flailed wildly, arms reaching for anything to stop his fall, but gravity had other plans.

“Hyunjae, no!” Sangyeon yelled, reaching out too late.

With an ungraceful thud, Hyunjae hit the ice. His right hand took the brunt of the impact, and pain shot through his wrist like a lightning bolt.

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“I told you this would happen,” Chanhee muttered as they sat in the waiting room of the hospital’s urgent care center.

Hyunjae cradled his wrist, trying to look less miserable than he felt. “I think it’s just a sprain.”

“Let’s hope so,” Sangyeon said, patting his shoulder. “You’re too young to be this accident-prone.”

“Not to mention, this is so embarrassing,” Changmin chimed in with a grin. “Who gets injured doing holiday activities? It’s literally the most wholesome thing ever.”

Hyunjae was about to retort when a nurse entered the room, clipboard in hand. “Lee Jaehyun?”

The voice caught him off guard—not because of what it said, but how it sounded. Soft, clear, and with a hint of amusement. He looked up to see a young woman in scrubs standing by the doorway, her name tag reading Y/N L/N.

For a moment, Hyunjae forgot about the pain in his wrist.

“Come on,” Y/N said with a small smile, motioning for him to follow. “Let’s take a look at that wrist of yours.”

“Go on, lover boy,” Chanhee whispered, earning a glare from Hyunjae.

He stood up, cheeks flushing slightly, and followed Y/N into the exam room.

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“So,” Y/N began as she carefully unwrapped the makeshift ice pack from Hyunjae’s wrist, “how did this happen?”

“Ice skating,” Hyunjae said sheepishly. “Turns out, I’m not very good at it.”

Y/N chuckled, the sound making his heart skip a beat. “You’re not the first, trust me. We get a lot of skating injuries around this time of year.”

She examined his wrist with gentle hands, her touch light but precise. Hyunjae tried not to wince too much, though it was hard to focus on the pain when she was standing so close.

“It’s swollen,” Y/N noted, grabbing a small flashlight to check for bruising. “But I don’t think it’s broken. We’ll get an X-ray just to be sure.”

“Cool, cool,” Hyunjae said, trying to sound nonchalant. “You, uh, do this a lot?”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression amused. “Take care of patients? Yeah, that’s kind of my job.”

“No, I mean…” Hyunjae trailed off, realizing how dumb he sounded. “Never mind.”

Y/N smirked but didn’t push him to explain. Instead, she finished her initial assessment and handed him a form to fill out while they waited for the X-ray technician.

“Someone will come get you in a few minutes,” she said, turning to leave.

“Wait,” Hyunjae blurted out before he could stop himself. “Are you—uh—are you working tomorrow? I mean, if I have to come back or something…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly biting back a smile. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, focus on not falling again.”

And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving Hyunjae staring after her like an idiot.

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When Hyunjae returned to his friends in the waiting area, they were all grinning like they knew something he didn’t.

“So?” Sangyeon asked. “How’s the wrist?”

“It’s fine,” Hyunjae mumbled, sinking into his chair. “Probably just a sprain.”

“And how’s Nurse Y/N?” Changmin teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Hyunjae shot him a glare. “She’s professional. And nice. That’s it.”

“Sure, sure,” Chanhee said, smirking. “But did you notice how hot she is?”

Hyunjae groaned, covering his face with his good hand. “You guys are the worst.”

Sangyeon laughed, clapping him on the back. “Hey, at least you got something good out of this disaster.”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes, but as his friends kept teasing him, he couldn’t help but think about Y/N’s smile. Maybe they weren’t entirely wrong.

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Hyunjae spent the rest of the evening nursing his pride almost as much as his wrist. The X-rays confirmed it was just a sprain, but that didn’t stop his friends from teasing him relentlessly.

“You should’ve seen yourself,” Chanhee said, doubling over with laughter as they sat around Sangyeon’s living room. “You looked like a baby deer on ice.”

“Very festive, though,” Changmin added, grinning. “Like a reindeer. Just, you know, clumsier.”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow in their general direction. “You guys are the worst.”

“I don’t know,” Sangyeon said with a sly smile. “That nurse seemed to think you were pretty charming.”

That got their attention.

“She was just doing her job,” Hyunjae said quickly, but his ears turned pink, betraying him.

“Oh, come on,” Chanhee said, narrowing his eyes. “You were totally into her.”

“Guys,” Hyunjae groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Drop it.”

But even as they moved on to other topics, Hyunjae couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. Her easy smile, the way her eyes crinkled slightly when she laughed, the calm confidence in her movements as she took care of him.

Yeah, he was screwed.

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Two days later, Hyunjae found himself back at the hospital for a follow-up appointment.

“You’re back!” Y/N said as she walked into the room, clipboard in hand. She looked surprised but not displeased to see him.

“Yeah,” Hyunjae said, his heart doing a weird little flip. “Apparently, I’m supposed to be ‘monitored for improvement.’ Or something.”

Y/N chuckled, setting her clipboard down. “Let me guess. Dr. Kim’s orders?”

He nodded. “She’s thorough.”

“She is,” Y/N agreed. “But don’t worry. I’ll make this quick and painless.”

She gently took his wrist, checking the swelling and testing his range of motion. Hyunjae tried to focus on anything but the way her touch sent a jolt of electricity up his arm.

“You’re healing well,” Y/N said, scribbling something down on her clipboard. “Just keep icing it and avoid any more skating adventures.”

“No promises,” Hyunjae said, grinning.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I mean it. If you end up back here, I might have to charge you for wasting my time.”

“Harsh,” Hyunjae said, feigning a wounded expression. “And here I thought we were becoming friends.”

Y/N laughed softly. “You’re charming, I’ll give you that. But I think you might be a little too clumsy to keep up with me.”

“Ouch,” Hyunjae said, placing a hand over his heart. “That’s cold, Nurse Y/N.”

She shrugged, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Just calling it like I see it.”

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Over the next couple of weeks, Hyunjae found excuses to drop by the hospital more often than strictly necessary.

“Hey, I just wanted to double-check that I’m doing this wrist exercise thing right,” he said one day, even though Dr. Kim had already explained it to him in excruciating detail.

Y/N gave him a knowing look but didn’t call him out on it. “Let’s see.”

Another time, he showed up with a box of chocolates. “Just a little thank-you gift for taking such good care of me.”

“Bribery,” Y/N said, shaking her head but accepting the chocolates anyway.

His friends noticed, of course.

“Are you serious?” Sangyeon asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re pretending to need medical advice just to see her?”

“Desperate,” Chanhee said, smirking.

“I think it’s kind of romantic,” Changmin chimed in.

“It’s not like that,” Hyunjae protested, but the pink tint to his ears gave him away.

Sure, he could argue that he was just being friendly, but deep down, he knew the truth. He wanted to see Y/N. He wanted to make her laugh, to hear her teasing remarks, to see if maybe—just maybe—she felt the same spark he did.

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One day, as Hyunjae sat in the waiting room, fiddling with his phone, he overheard Y/N talking to a colleague.

“So, how’s that guy who keeps coming in with the sprained wrist?” the colleague asked, her voice amused.

“He’s harmless,” Y/N said, laughing softly. “Honestly, it’s kind of cute how much effort he’s putting in.”

Hyunjae froze, his heart pounding. Cute?

He couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or thrilled. Maybe a little of both.

When Y/N came out to greet him, her expression was as professional as ever, but he thought he caught a flicker of warmth in her eyes.

“Back again?” she said, crossing her arms.

“What can I say?” Hyunjae said, flashing her his best smile. “I can’t stay away.”

For the first time, Y/N looked a little flustered. It was brief—a blink-and-you’d-miss-it moment—but it was enough to give Hyunjae hope.

Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as his friends thought.

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Hyunjae didn’t think it was possible to spend so much time debating with himself over six words.

“Will you go out with me?”

It seemed so simple when Sangyeon suggested it—“Just ask her! What’s the worst that could happen?”—but now, sitting in the hospital parking lot with his sprained wrist officially healed, Hyunjae felt like a nervous wreck. He’d already seen Y/N twice this week for follow-ups, and each time, he left more smitten than before.

The idea of asking her out was terrifying, yet there was a voice in the back of his head urging him on. His mom’s words, casually spoken over the phone the night before, echoed in his mind.

“She sounds like a nice girl,” his mom had said after he told her about Y/N. “I think you two would make a cute couple.”

Cute couple. Sure. If he ever managed to string a sentence together in front of her that didn’t sound like a middle school crush.

Finally, with a deep breath, Hyunjae got out of his car and headed inside.

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Y/N was at the station when he walked in, typing something on her tablet. She looked up as he approached, her eyes lighting up the way they always did when she saw him.

“Hyunjae,” she said with a warm smile. “Back again?”

“Hey, Nurse Y/N,” he greeted, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “You’ll miss me when I stop showing up.”

Y/N laughed softly. “You’re assuming I don’t already.”

Her words caught him off guard, and he blinked. Was she teasing? He couldn’t tell.

“I was actually hoping to talk to you,” Hyunjae said, shifting his weight nervously.

Y/N tilted her head, her smile still in place. “Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Hyunjae said quickly. “Better than fine, actually. My wrist is all good, so I won’t need any more appointments.”

“That’s great!” Y/N said, genuinely happy for him. “You must be relieved.”

“I am,” Hyunjae said, then hesitated. Now or never. “But, uh, I was wondering if—well, if you’d maybe want to go out with me sometime?”

Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. For a moment, Hyunjae thought he’d made a huge mistake. But then, a slow, surprised smile spread across her face.

“Are you asking me on a date, Hyunjae?”

“I am,” he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his chest. “Unless you’re about to tell me it’s against hospital policy.”

Y/N laughed. “No, it’s not against policy. But you know I’m going to hold you to ridiculously high standards, right? I don’t just go out with anyone.”

“That’s fair,” Hyunjae said, grinning. “I’ll do my best not to embarrass myself.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, as if deciding something. Then she nodded. “Okay. You’ve got yourself a date.”

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The following weekend, Hyunjae waited outside a small café, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. When Y/N arrived, wearing a casual yet effortlessly stylish outfit, he realized he had absolutely no chance of playing it cool.

“Hi,” she said with a smile, her cheeks slightly pink.

“Hey,” Hyunjae said, opening the door for her. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

The café was warm and cozy, with soft music playing in the background. They ordered coffee and pastries, then sat near the window, the conversation flowing easily.

Hyunjae learned that Y/N had always wanted to be a nurse, even as a kid, and that she loved cheesy rom-coms as much as he did, though she claimed she only watched them ironically.

“You’re not fooling me,” Hyunjae said, leaning back in his chair. “You totally cried during The Notebook.”

“First of all,” Y/N said, pointing her fork at him, “everyone cries during The Notebook. Second, if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

Hyunjae laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in ages. Y/N had a way of making him feel like he could just be himself, no pretenses or bravado.

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Hyunjae had always been good at overthinking. It was practically a skill at this point, honed from years of imagining worst-case scenarios and planning for disasters that never came. But as he stood outside Y/N’s apartment building, bouquet in hand, he realized that this time, he wasn’t nervous.

For once, his mind was clear.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of amazing. Each date with Y/N felt like peeling back another layer, discovering something new and wonderful about her. And the best part? She seemed to feel the same way about him.

“Relax, man,” Sangyeon had told him that morning over coffee. “Just tell her how you feel. She already likes you. What’s the worst that could happen?”

For once, Hyunjae actually believed him.

He knocked on Y/N’s door, the bouquet shaking slightly in his hand. When the door opened, Y/N stood there, her usual smile lighting up her face. She was wearing a casual dress that made her look effortlessly beautiful, and Hyunjae couldn’t help but stare for a second too long.

“Hey,” she said, her tone playful. “Were you planning to just stand there all night?”

Hyunjae blinked, snapping out of his trance. “Sorry. You look…amazing.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, stepping aside to let him in. Her eyes fell on the flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjae said, handing them to her. “I figured you deserved something as pretty as you.”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly pleased. “Cheesy, but I’ll take it. Let me put these in some water.”

As she disappeared into the kitchen, Hyunjae sat on the couch, his heart pounding in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for.

When Y/N returned, she sat down beside him, her expression soft. “You okay? You seem…different today.”

Hyunjae took a deep breath, turning to face her. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly, her brows knitting together. “Okay. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice steady despite the nerves bubbling in his chest. “And I realized something. Every time I see you, it feels like the best part of my day. You make me laugh, you make me feel comfortable, and…you make me want to be better. I guess what I’m trying to say is…I like you. A lot.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her lips parting as if she were about to speak, but Hyunjae held up a hand.

“Wait, let me finish,” he said, his cheeks flushing. “I know this might be a little fast, and if you’re not ready, that’s totally fine. But I think my mom was right.”

Y/N blinked. “Your mom?”

Hyunjae nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She said we’d make a cute couple. And now, standing here, I think she was right.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face.

“Your mom sounds pretty wise,” she said softly.

Hyunjae chuckled, relief washing over him. “She is. But I’m starting to think you’re even wiser.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing lightly. “You’re such a dork.”

“Maybe,” Hyunjae admitted, grinning. “But I’m your dork. If you’ll have me.”

Y/N didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, her hand lingering on his shoulder.

“I guess I can live with that,” she said, her voice teasing but her eyes warm.

Hyunjae felt his heart soar, his grin widening as he leaned back, finally letting himself relax. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

And as they sat there, the world outside fading away, Hyunjae couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“Pup Primp Palace” by jinnieboosworld

Pup Primp Palace

Younghoon x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Summary: Every month Younghoon takes his dog bori to a groomer but when his usual groomer closes, he’s forced to go to another groomer by the name of Pup Primp Palace. After a grooming session Younghoon realizes his dog has taken quite the liking to a particular groomer.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 3354

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Younghoon stepped out of his car, Bori eagerly trotting at his side, her leash taut as she sniffed the air. The pastel sign of Pup Primp Palace gleamed under the late morning sun, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive. After years of sticking to the same groomer, the closure of his regular spot had thrown him into unfamiliar territory.

“Let’s hope this place works out,” he muttered, giving Bori a quick scratch behind her ears before pushing open the door.

The soft chime of the bell was met with a soothing ambiance: gentle lighting, lavender-scented air, and soft instrumental music playing in the background. A shelf by the entrance displayed neatly arranged pet accessories, and the counter was adorned with framed photos of dogs sporting everything from bows to stylish cuts.

“Hi there! Welcome to Pup Primp Palace!”

Younghoon turned to see you—Y/N—standing behind the counter, a warm smile lighting up your face. You wore a simple apron over your casual outfit, your hair tied back in a way that accentuated the kindness in your expression. “What can I do for you today?”

“Uh, I have an appointment for Bori,” Younghoon said, gesturing to the cute dog who was now wagging her tail furiously.

“Bori,” you repeated, crouching down to meet the dog at eye level. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” You extended a hand slowly, letting her sniff before giving her a gentle scratch under the chin.

Younghoon was taken aback. Bori wasn’t typically this friendly with strangers, but here she was, leaning into your touch as if she’d known you forever.

“She’s, uh, usually a little shy,” he admitted, watching the interaction with a mix of surprise and relief.

“Well, she’s not shy now,” you said with a chuckle, standing back up. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of her. Just fill out this form, and we’ll get started.”

Younghoon nodded, moving to the clipboard you handed him. As he filled out the necessary details, he couldn’t help but glance at you occasionally. There was something calm and grounded in the way you moved, effortlessly handling a Yorkie in the background while chatting with another client.

“Alright,” you said, stepping out from behind the counter and taking Bori’s leash. “We’ll call you when she’s ready. Should be about an hour.”

“Got it,” Younghoon replied, feeling an odd pang of hesitation as he handed her over. Bori, however, didn’t share his reluctance, happily following you to the back like she’d found a new best friend.

When Younghoon returned an hour later, the first thing he noticed was Bori’s coat gleaming like never before. Her trimmed fur was impossibly soft, and the pink bow on her collar was a cute, unexpected touch.

“Wow,” Younghoon said, crouching to greet his dog. “You look amazing, Bori. They really outdid themselves.”

“She’s an angel,” your voice chimed in from behind him. “Super well-behaved. You’re lucky.”

Younghoon stood, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the air between you felt different. It wasn’t just a polite exchange—it was something warmer, something that made his heart skip a beat.

“She’s lucky to have you taking care of her,” he said, smiling back.

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Well, she makes it easy. And I think she might already be planning her next visit.”

As if on cue, Bori looked up at you and wagged her tail, clearly smitten.

“Looks like it,” Younghoon agreed, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the way you interacted with his dog—and with him.

As he left the salon, Bori trotting happily beside him, Younghoon found himself glancing back at the window, where you were already preparing for your next client. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about today felt different.

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Younghoon hadn’t expected to feel nervous walking back into Pup Primp Palace a month later. It was just a dog grooming appointment, after all—routine. But as he pushed open the door and heard the familiar chime, his pulse quickened, and he caught himself scanning the room for you.

You were there, of course, standing by the front desk with your back turned as you jotted something down. It wasn’t until you turned and caught sight of him that he felt the nerves subside, replaced by a warmth he couldn’t quite explain.

“Hey, Bori!” you greeted with a grin, crouching down to greet the excited pup. “Back for another spa day, huh?”

Younghoon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, she’s been acting like she owns the place ever since the last visit. I think you spoiled her.”

“She deserves it,” you said, scratching Bori’s ears affectionately. “She’s such a sweetheart.”

As you straightened up, you caught Younghoon’s eye, and for a brief moment, the air between you felt a little heavier, a little more charged than last time. He thought about saying something—anything—but before he could, you stepped behind the counter to grab the clipboard.

“Same routine as last time?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, still trying to shake off the odd flutter in his chest. “Whatever magic you worked before, just do that again.”

You laughed, a soft sound that made his lips twitch into a smile. “Got it. Bori’s in good hands.”

He handed over the leash, and just like the first time, Bori followed you without hesitation, wagging her tail like she’d been reunited with an old friend. Younghoon watched until you disappeared into the back, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

The hour passed slower than it should have. Younghoon found himself checking the time repeatedly, then wandering into a nearby café to wait. He ordered a latte and sat by the window, scrolling aimlessly through his phone but not really absorbing anything.

His mind kept drifting back to you—how effortlessly you’d connected with Bori, how your smile had lingered just a little longer than he expected. He wasn’t sure why he was overthinking a simple grooming appointment, but something about you had planted itself firmly in his thoughts.

By the time the hour was up, he was already back at the salon, leaning against the counter as he waited.

“Here she is!”

Your voice drew his attention, and he straightened as you emerged from the back, holding Bori, who looked as pristine as ever. Her coat gleamed, her little paws perfectly trimmed, and she even had a new pink bandana tied around her neck.

“You really go all out,” Younghoon said, smiling as he crouched to greet his dog. “She looks amazing.”

“It’s all her,” you said, watching fondly as Bori nuzzled into his hand. “She’s got such a sweet personality—it makes the job easy.”

Younghoon glanced up at you, his smile softening. “I think you might be her favorite person now. She barely wags her tail like this at home.”

You laughed, leaning against the counter. “What can I say? I’ve got a way with dogs.”

“I noticed,” he said, standing up again. “Maybe I should book myself in for a grooming. You know, see if I walk out looking half as good as she does.”

The joke slipped out before he could stop himself, and he immediately regretted it. But to his relief, you laughed, shaking your head.

“I don’t know if I’ve got the skills for that,” you teased, crossing your arms. “But hey, if you want to come by for a bandana, I could probably make that work.”

Younghoon felt his face flush, but he managed to laugh along with you. He wasn’t used to this—flirting, or whatever this was. But it felt easy with you, natural in a way that caught him off guard.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice softer now.

As he paid for the appointment and gathered Bori’s leash, he hesitated for a moment, glancing at you. There was something he wanted to say, something just on the tip of his tongue. But before he could find the words, you beat him to it.

“See you next time?” you asked, your smile warm and genuine.

“Yeah,” he said, feeling that odd flutter again. “Definitely.”

And as he walked out of Pup Primp Palace with Bori trotting happily beside him, Younghoon realized that he was already looking forward to the next visit—maybe even more than his dog was.

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A few weeks later, Younghoon found himself back at Pup Primp Palace. If he was honest with himself, he’d probably scheduled Bori’s appointment a little sooner than necessary. It wasn’t like she needed grooming again so soon—her coat was still sleek and shiny from her last visit. But when he checked the calendar and realized how long it had been since he’d seen you, he shrugged off the self-awareness and dialed the shop’s number.

Now, as he walked into the salon with Bori at his side, he felt a twinge of nervous excitement. He knew it wasn’t just about his dog anymore.

You were at the front desk again, sorting through paperwork, and the sight of you brought an involuntary smile to his face. You looked up when the chime above the door rang, your expression lighting up the way it always did when you saw Bori.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite client,” you said, crouching down to greet the dog. “Hi, Bori! Did you miss me?”

Bori wagged her tail furiously, leaning into your touch, and Younghoon couldn’t help but laugh. “I think the real question is, do you ever miss her?”

You stood up, grinning at him. “Of course I do. She’s my best customer. You’re just the guy who drives her here.”

“Ouch,” Younghoon said, feigning a wounded expression. “I see how it is. Bori gets all the credit.”

You laughed, and the sound of it eased some of the tension he hadn’t realized he was carrying. “All right, let’s get her ready for another spa day. Same as usual?”

“Same as usual,” he confirmed, handing over the leash.

This time, though, when you walked away with Bori, Younghoon didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he lingered near the counter, pretending to scroll through his phone as he tried to figure out how to ask you a question he’d been mulling over for days.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it was appropriate—or smart—to ask out someone who groomed his dog. But the connection he felt with you was undeniable, and every time he left the shop, he found himself replaying your conversations in his mind.

After a few minutes, you returned to the front desk, wiping your hands on a towel. “She’s all settled in,” you said. “I’ll give you a call when she’s ready.”

“Actually…” Younghoon began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

You tilted your head, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Actually…?”

“I was just wondering,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly, “if you’d, um, ever want to grab a coffee sometime? You know, outside of here. Just… as friends or something.”

For a moment, there was silence, and Younghoon braced himself for rejection. But then your lips curved into a smile, soft and a little surprised.

“Coffee, huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “Is this your way of trying to steal Bori’s spot as my favorite?”

He laughed, relieved that you didn’t seem uncomfortable. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Hmm,” you said, pretending to consider it. “It might be. But I think I’ll need to do a thorough evaluation before I decide.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his confidence growing. “Does this mean I passed the first round?”

You nodded, leaning against the counter. “Sure. Why not? Coffee sounds nice.”

“Great,” he said, trying not to sound too eager. “I’ll, uh, text you or something to figure out a time?”

You grabbed a business card from the counter and handed it to him, your smile widening. “Here. Now you’ve got my number.”

As Younghoon left the shop, his heart was lighter than it had been in weeks. It wasn’t a date—not officially, anyway. But it was a start. And as he thought about your laugh, your smile, and the way you made him feel at ease, he couldn’t help but think it was the start of something good.

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Younghoon couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous about something as simple as coffee. It wasn’t even a date—he’d made sure to keep the invitation casual. But as he stood outside the little café where you’d agreed to meet, adjusting the collar of his jacket for the fifth time, it definitely felt like a date.

He spotted you through the glass window first. You were already seated at a table by the window, scrolling through your phone with a calm ease that made him feel even more self-conscious. You weren’t trying too hard, yet you looked effortlessly charming, wearing a simple sweater that complemented the soft glow of the late afternoon light streaming in.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and walked toward you. The moment you looked up and smiled, his nerves eased just a little.

“You made it,” you said, standing up briefly to greet him. “I was starting to think Bori might’ve convinced you to stay home.”

He laughed, pulling out a chair to sit across from you. “She tried, but I told her I’d make it up to her later. Maybe an extra-long walk or something.”

“Good,” you said, your lips curving into a grin. “Because if you bailed, I might’ve had to demote you from favorite human status.”

“You’re already ranking me?” he teased.

“Oh, definitely. But don’t worry. You’re doing pretty well so far.”

The conversation flowed easily from there. You talked about everything from funny stories about clients at the shop to your shared love for dogs. Younghoon found himself relaxing more with every word, marveling at how natural it felt to talk to you.

At some point, the conversation turned to Bori.

“She really does love you,” he said, stirring his latte absently. “I mean, I’ve never seen her take to anyone like that before. It’s a little unfair, honestly. I’ve had her for years, and you win her over in, what, ten minutes?”

You laughed, setting your mug down. “Dogs just have good instincts. Maybe she knows I’m a good person.”

“She’s definitely onto something,” he said, the words slipping out before he could think better of them.

You paused for a moment, your expression softening. “That’s sweet of you to say.”

“It’s just the truth,” he said, shrugging.

The moment hung in the air, a subtle shift that neither of you acknowledged directly but both of you felt.

“So,” you said, breaking the tension with a smile, “what made you pick Pup Primp Palace anyway? Aside from the fact that your usual place closed, I mean.”

He hesitated, considering how much he wanted to admit. “Honestly? It was the name. It just sounded… fun. Like a place where people really care about dogs.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you said, chuckling. “We do. And I’m glad you found us. I think Bori’s glad, too.”

“Yeah,” he said, meeting your eyes. “So am I.”

The two of you fell into another easy rhythm of conversation, laughing over shared stories and teasing each other like old friends. But underneath it all, Younghoon couldn’t ignore the growing feeling in his chest—a quiet, steady warmth that had been missing for a long time.

When the coffee shop began to fill up with the after-work crowd, you glanced at your watch and sighed. “I should probably get going soon. Early shift tomorrow.”

Younghoon nodded, though he felt a pang of disappointment. “Right. Of course. Wouldn’t want to keep you from Bori’s next spa day.”

You laughed, standing up and gathering your things. “Thanks for the coffee, Younghoon. I had a really nice time.”

“Me too,” he said, rising to meet you. “We should do this again sometime.”

You paused, your smile turning a little shy. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As you walked out of the café and waved goodbye, Younghoon stood there for a moment, replaying the conversation in his mind. He knew it was still too early to tell where this was going, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was on the right path.

And as he headed home to Bori, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

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Younghoon wasn’t sure what to expect the next time he brought Bori to Pup Primp Palace. After your coffee meeting, there had been a subtle shift between the two of you—something neither of you outright addressed, but it was there nonetheless. A lingering warmth in the way you smiled at him. A quiet understanding in the way he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about you.

As he walked through the doors with Bori trotting happily beside him, he spotted you almost immediately. You were at the front desk, talking to a coworker, but the moment your eyes met his, your face lit up with a smile that made his chest tighten.

“Bori!” you called out, crouching down as his dog rushed to greet you. “There’s my favorite little spa guest.”

Younghoon chuckled, watching as Bori wagged her tail so hard it looked like she might take off. “I think she’s more excited to see you than she is for the grooming.”

“Can you blame her?” you teased, scratching behind Bori’s ears. “She knows she’s about to get the VIP treatment.”

You straightened up, brushing stray dog hair off your apron. “How have you two been? It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It’s only been a month,” he said, grinning. “But we’re good. She’s been demanding extra walks lately, though. I think she’s getting spoiled.”

“Sounds like she knows what she deserves,” you said, flashing him a playful look.

The easy banter between you was comforting, even as Younghoon’s mind raced with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t quite bring himself to. He watched as you led Bori to the back, chatting with her like she was an old friend, and he felt a pang of something unfamiliar—something that felt a lot like longing.

He waited in the lobby, flipping through a magazine but barely registering the words on the page. His thoughts kept drifting back to you. How you had laughed over coffee. How natural it felt to be around you. How, even now, just the sound of your voice seemed to brighten his day.

When you finally returned with Bori, freshly groomed and looking impossibly fluffy, he couldn’t help but smile. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time,” he said, kneeling to pet her.

“She’s a star,” you said, grinning. “And she knows it.”

As he stood up, he hesitated for a moment, then glanced at you. “Hey, um… I was wondering if you’d want to do something again. Outside of, you know, this.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but your smile didn’t waver. “Like another coffee?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly. “Or something else. Whatever you want. No pressure, of course. I just… I had a really nice time last time.”

You tilted your head, considering him for a moment, and then your smile softened. “I’d like that.”

His heart soared, but he tried to play it cool, nodding casually. “Great. Maybe next week?”

“Next week sounds perfect,” you said, handing him Bori’s leash.

As he walked out of the shop, Bori trotting happily by his side, Younghoon couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. For the first time in a long time, things felt like they were falling into place.

And as he glanced down at Bori, who was already angling for another treat, he chuckled to himself. “You’re really the best wingman, you know that?”

Bori wagged her tail in agreement, and Younghoon couldn’t help but feel grateful—not just for his loyal companion, but for the unexpected connection that had begun to blossom.

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NEW ARRIVAL:

“Raspberry Tea” by jinnieboosworld

Raspberry Tea

Jacob Bae x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Coming of Age

Summary: Jacob Bae works night shift at a convenience store and every night at the same time a mysterious girl comes in and buys two bottles of raspberry tea. Usually when she comes in they only exchange a few greetings but tonight is different.

Part of The MeetCute Series

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Word Count: 5182

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The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed faintly, casting a pale glow over the rows of neatly stacked snacks and drinks. It was past eleven, the streets outside empty save for the occasional passing car. Jacob leaned against the counter, absently strumming his fingers on the edge of a magazine. His guitar, propped up in the corner near the employee cubby, seemed to taunt him with the promise of distraction.

“Another thrilling night,” he muttered to himself, staring at the clock.

It wasn’t that he hated the quiet. There was something peaceful about the solitude of night shifts, but sometimes, he wished for a little more excitement—or at least a familiar face.

As if on cue, the familiar chime of the door startled him out of his thoughts. He looked up, and there she was.

She always showed up around this time, like clockwork. Tonight, she wore an oversized sweater and a pair of faded sneakers, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Without a word, she made her way to the refrigerator, grabbing two bottles of raspberry tea.

“Right on time,” Jacob said with a small smile as she approached the counter.

She returned the smile, sliding the drinks toward him. “Late-night tea runs are my thing,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.

Jacob scanned the bottles and bagged them, the transaction as smooth and practiced as their nightly exchanges. “You must really like this stuff,” he teased, handing her the bag. “What’s the deal with two bottles every time? One for now, one for later?”

She shrugged, a playful glint in her eye. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m preparing for the apocalypse. Gotta stay hydrated.”

He laughed, the sound breaking the stillness of the store. It was such a simple interaction, but it made his shift feel a little brighter.

She lingered for a moment longer than usual, her fingers drumming lightly on the counter. Jacob tilted his head, curious. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly, then paused. “It’s just… do you ever feel like this place is too quiet?”

“All the time,” he admitted with a grin. “That’s why I keep my guitar around. Helps pass the time.”

“You play?” she asked, genuine interest flickering in her expression.

“Only when the snack aisle doesn’t mind a few wrong notes,” he joked.

She smiled again, but this time it felt different—like she was letting her guard down, if only a little. “Maybe I’ll catch a concert someday,” she said, stepping back toward the door.

Jacob watched her leave, the door chime ringing softly behind her. As the silence returned, he realized he didn’t even know her name.

But he knew she’d be back.

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Jacob leaned against the counter, absently turning a pack of gum in his hands. The store was even quieter than usual tonight, and the dull buzz of the overhead lights was beginning to wear on him. He glanced at the clock—11:28 PM.

Right on time, the door chimed.

She walked in, her familiar presence a welcome break from the monotony. Tonight, she wore a dark jacket zipped up to her chin, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold night air. She didn’t look at him immediately, heading straight to the refrigerated section as always.

Jacob couldn’t help but notice how easily she fit into the rhythm of the store—like a quiet melody that played in the background of his shift.

She returned to the counter with her usual two bottles of raspberry tea. As he scanned them, Jacob smiled. “Late-night tea run again?”

Her lips quirked up in a faint smile. “You know it.”

Their usual exchange was light and predictable, but tonight, something was different. She didn’t leave right away. Instead, she lingered at the counter, her fingers brushing the edge of her bag.

“You okay?” Jacob asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

She hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “Yeah. Just… do you ever feel like this place is too quiet?”

Jacob chuckled softly. “All the time. That’s why I keep my guitar around. Helps fill the silence.”

“You play?” she asked, her voice holding a hint of surprise.

“Mostly just to keep myself awake,” he said with a grin. “But yeah, I guess you could say that.”

She tapped her fingers lightly against the counter, as if considering something. “You should play here sometime,” she said, her tone half-teasing.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “What, like a concert for snack enthusiasts?”

“Exactly,” she said, her grin widening. “I’ll bring popcorn.”

He laughed, and for a moment, the quiet store felt alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain. There was something about her presence that made the stillness less heavy, less lonely.

As she reached for her bag, she knocked a small notebook off the counter. It hit the floor with a soft thud, and Jacob bent down to pick it up.

“You dropped this,” he said, holding it out to her.

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly took it back. “Thanks. It’s, uh, just for sketches.”

“Sketches, huh?” Jacob asked, intrigued but not wanting to pry.

“Yeah. Nothing fancy,” she said, clutching the notebook tightly. “Just little things I notice.”

She offered him another faint smile before heading for the door. Jacob watched her leave, the notebook still lingering in his mind.

As the door chimed shut, he found himself wondering what kind of sketches filled its pages—and what kind of story she was living outside the quiet walls of his store.

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Jacob leaned on the counter, staring at the clock as it ticked closer to 11:30 PM. The door chimed every so often, but it wasn’t her, just the occasional customer grabbing chips or energy drinks.

He glanced at his guitar in the corner, debating whether to pick it up and play something to pass the time. But tonight, the quiet felt heavier. For weeks now, she’d come in like clockwork, her arrival the one predictable highlight of his shift.

But tonight, 11:30 came and went.

“Guess she’s taking the night off from tea,” Jacob muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the twinge of disappointment settling in his chest.

Just as he was about to lock the door for his break, the chime rang.

She rushed in, her hair slightly disheveled, cheeks pink from exertion. She was clutching her bag tightly, her breath coming in short bursts as if she’d been running.

“Sorry!” she said, hurrying toward the counter. “My train was delayed. I thought I wouldn’t make it before you closed.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You know, it’s okay to skip a tea run every now and then. The world won’t end.”

She laughed, the sound soft but warm. “You say that now, but I think you’d miss me.”

Jacob blinked, caught off guard by her boldness. She didn’t give him a chance to respond, already heading to the refrigerator to grab her usual bottles.

When she returned to the counter, she placed the teas down and smiled sheepishly. “It’s been one of those days. Raspberry tea fixes everything.”

Jacob scanned the bottles, still amused. “You’ve got me curious. What’s so special about this tea?”

“Trade secret,” she said, her grin widening. “But trust me, it’s worth the hype.”

As she reached for her wallet, her notebook slipped out of her bag again and hit the floor. Jacob picked it up, handing it back to her like the night before.

“You really need to secure this thing,” he joked, but his tone was light, more curious than critical.

She cradled the notebook protectively against her chest. “It’s my sketchbook. I’m kind of… attached to it.”

“Any chance I get to see what’s inside?” Jacob asked, his voice teasing but genuine.

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edges of the notebook. “Maybe someday,” she said quietly, her smile softer now.

Jacob nodded, sensing her reluctance and deciding not to push. As she walked toward the door, he called out, “Hey, thanks for not switching to another tea brand.”

She turned back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Never. Raspberry’s my favorite.”

The door chimed as she left, and Jacob found himself smiling at the empty store. She was a mystery he couldn’t quite figure out, but for now, he was content with the small glimpses she offered.

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Jacob leaned against the counter, a familiar sound snapping him out of his thoughts: the soft chime of the door. He didn’t even need to look up to know it was her.

But this time, she wasn’t carrying her usual air of quiet mystery. Instead, she strode up to the counter with an unexpected confidence, holding out a bottle of raspberry tea.

“For you,” she said, sliding it across the counter with a grin.

Jacob blinked. “What’s this?”

“Payment for putting up with my midnight tea obsession,” she teased. “And because you clearly don’t know what you’re missing.”

Jacob chuckled, twisting the cap open. “I feel like I’m being recruited into some secret raspberry tea cult.”

“Not a cult. A lifestyle,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He took a sip, the tangy sweetness surprising him. “Alright, I’ll admit—it’s not bad. But now you’ve got me hooked. What’s the plan, drain my paycheck one bottle at a time?”

“Maybe,” she said, leaning on the counter. “Or maybe I just wanted to say thanks.”

“For what?”

“For being here,” she replied simply, her voice quieter now. “Late nights can get lonely, you know?”

Jacob studied her for a moment. She always carried herself like someone who had everything figured out, but there was something vulnerable in the way she said it.

“Well,” he said, leaning on the counter to meet her gaze, “if it helps, I’d say this store is a lot less boring when you’re around.”

Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out her sketchbook, setting it on the counter.

“Wanna see something?” she asked, her tone casual but her expression a little nervous.

Jacob nodded. She flipped the pages until she landed on a sketch—a drawing of the store at night, its fluorescent lights glowing softly against the dark sky.

“This is amazing,” he said, genuinely impressed.

“Thanks,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “It’s kind of my thing—finding ordinary places and moments and making them… feel special.”

Jacob tapped the edge of the sketchbook lightly. “Well, you nailed it. That’s exactly what this place feels like when you’re here.”

Her smile grew, and for a moment, the quiet convenience store felt like the most alive place in the world.

As the night stretched on, she stayed longer than usual, sitting on the counter’s edge while Jacob played his guitar softly in the background. They didn’t talk much—didn’t need to.

When she finally stood to leave, she paused at the door, glancing back with a grin. “Same time tomorrow?”

Jacob raised the bottle of raspberry tea she’d given him earlier. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

The door chimed as she stepped out into the night, and Jacob found himself wondering if this routine of theirs might be turning into something more.

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The nights began to blur into a comforting rhythm. By now, Jacob knew the exact sound of her footsteps on the tile, the rustle of her bag as she approached the counter, and the soft way she said, “Hey, Jacob,” as if they were old friends.

But tonight, there was something different in the air.

“You’re early,” Jacob said as she placed her usual two bottles of raspberry tea on the counter.

“I figured I’d give you some time to prepare,” she teased, leaning against the counter.

“For what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For this,” she said, pulling out her sketchbook and flipping to a blank page. “I decided tonight, you’re my subject.”

Jacob blinked. “What, like a portrait?”

“Sort of. But don’t get too excited—I’m terrible at faces. It’ll probably end up looking like a potato.”

He laughed, leaning forward on the counter. “A potato? That’s a little harsh.”

“Hey, it’s a compliment! Potatoes are versatile,” she said with a grin. “But seriously, stay still. I need to capture the ‘quiet musician stuck in a convenience store’ vibe.”

“Sounds like a movie waiting to happen,” Jacob joked, but he stayed put, resting his chin on his hand.

For a while, the store was silent except for the scratch of her pencil against paper and the hum of the refrigerators. Jacob watched her, noting the way her brow furrowed in concentration and how she chewed the end of her pencil when she paused to think.

“Do you do this often?” he asked after a moment.

“Sketch people? Sometimes. But usually, it’s strangers on trains or people at coffee shops. You’re the first person who knows they’re being sketched.”

“Should I be honored?”

She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling. “Maybe.”

Jacob chuckled and reached for his guitar. “If I’m gonna be your model, I might as well provide some ambiance.”

As he strummed a soft tune, she smiled, her pencil moving across the page again.

When she finally finished, she turned the sketchbook toward him.

“Ta-da!”

The drawing was simple but warm—Jacob leaning on the counter, his guitar propped beside him, the store’s glow softly framing the scene.

“Wow,” he said, genuinely impressed. “You weren’t kidding about the potato thing, though.”

She gasped, pretending to be offended. “You’re lucky I didn’t draw you as a stick figure.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m kidding. It’s… amazing. Really.”

Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she shrugged it off. “It’s nothing, just a quick sketch.”

“Well, I’m keeping it,” Jacob said, reaching for the page.

“What? No!” she protested, pulling it away. “It’s not good enough to give away.”

“Too bad,” he teased. “I think it’s perfect.”

They locked eyes for a moment, the playful energy between them softening into something quieter, more intimate.

Finally, she sighed, tearing the page out of the sketchbook and handing it to him. “Fine. But only because you bribed me with your guitar skills.”

“I’ll take it,” he said with a grin, carefully tucking the drawing into his notebook.

As she left that night, Jacob found himself lingering on the way her laugh echoed through the empty store.

And for the first time, he wondered what it might be like to spend time with her somewhere other than under the store’s fluorescent lights.

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The night felt heavier than usual, the silence of the store almost pressing down on Jacob. He was restocking the chips aisle when the familiar chime of the door echoed through the quiet.

“You’re late,” Jacob teased as she approached the counter.

“Late?” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Since when did I have a set schedule?”

“You’re like clockwork,” he said with a smirk. “I can practically hear the tea bottles calling your name at 11:30 on the dot.”

She laughed, pulling the usual two bottles of raspberry tea from the fridge and placing them on the counter. But tonight, she didn’t grab her wallet immediately. Instead, she leaned against the counter, her gaze thoughtful.

“Long night?” Jacob asked, scanning the bottles.

She shrugged. “Sort of. It’s just been one of those days, you know?”

Jacob nodded, setting the tea aside. “I get it. Want to talk about it?”

She hesitated, her fingers drumming softly against the counter. “It’s nothing major. Just… sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough. Like I should be better at… everything.”

Jacob leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the counter. “That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself.”

“Yeah, well,” she said with a small smile, “that’s kind of my specialty.”

He studied her for a moment before grabbing his guitar from its spot in the corner.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Providing a distraction,” he said simply.

Sitting on the stool behind the counter, Jacob began strumming a soft, easy tune. The melody filled the small store, wrapping around them like a blanket. She watched him, her expression softening as the music replaced the weight of her thoughts.

“That’s nice,” she said after a while.

“Yeah?” Jacob said, glancing up at her.

She nodded, her lips curving into a genuine smile. “You’re really good.”

Jacob chuckled. “Music’s my therapy, I guess. Whenever things feel overwhelming, I just… play.”

She tilted her head, studying him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was a kid. My parents wanted me to focus on more ‘practical’ things, but I’ve always come back to music,” he said, his fingers moving effortlessly across the strings. “What about you? What keeps you going?”

She thought for a moment before answering. “Drawing, I guess. It helps me see things differently. Makes everything feel less… heavy.”

Jacob nodded, his strumming slowing. “Sounds like we’ve got a lot in common.”

“Maybe,” she said, her smile turning playful. “But can you draw a decent stick figure?”

“I’ll have you know, my stick figures are world-class,” Jacob said with mock seriousness, earning a laugh from her.

The moment stretched, the quiet of the store no longer feeling lonely.

“Thanks,” she said softly, breaking the silence.

“For what?”

“For not making me feel silly for venting,” she said, grabbing her tea. “And for the music. It helped.”

“Anytime,” Jacob said, his voice warm.

As she walked toward the door, she paused, turning back to him.

“Hey, Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

She hesitated, as if debating whether to say something, then shook her head with a small smile. “Never mind. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he called after her, watching the door swing shut behind her.

Jacob sat there for a moment, his guitar still in his lap, wondering what she had almost said.

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The store was quiet again, save for the steady hum of the refrigerators. Jacob leaned against the counter, absently plucking at his guitar strings. He wasn’t playing anything in particular, just letting his fingers wander.

The chime of the door startled him out of his thoughts. She walked in, her sketchbook tucked under her arm.

“Hey,” she said, offering a small smile.

“Hey,” Jacob replied, setting his guitar aside. “You’re a little early tonight.”

She shrugged. “Felt like taking a longer walk. Thought I’d stop by sooner.”

Jacob glanced at the sketchbook she carried. “Working on something new?”

“Sort of,” she said, placing it on the counter. “I’ve been experimenting, trying to sketch more… moments, I guess.”

“Moments?”

“Yeah. Like this place,” she said, gesturing around. “It’s got a vibe, you know? Quiet, but not in a bad way. Comfortable.”

Jacob chuckled. “That’s one way to describe it.”

She flipped open the sketchbook, revealing a page filled with quick, detailed drawings. Jacob immediately recognized the counter, the shelves of snacks, even the faint glow of the neon sign in the window.

“You sketched this?” he asked, his voice full of admiration.

She nodded, a little shyly. “I wanted to capture it. This place feels… safe, I guess.”

Jacob studied the page, impressed by the way she’d captured the store’s simplicity and turned it into something beautiful.

“These are amazing,” he said. “You really have an eye for detail.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “I’m trying to see things differently, to notice the little things that make ordinary moments special.”

Jacob leaned on the counter, his gaze still on the sketchbook. “You know, I’ve never thought of this place as special. It’s just… work.”

“It is special,” she said, meeting his eyes. “You’re here every night, keeping it running, creating a space for people to come and go. That matters more than you think.”

Jacob felt a warmth in her words, like she’d peeled back a layer of his life he hadn’t paid attention to before.

“You really see the world differently, don’t you?” he said, smiling.

She grinned. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just too sentimental for my own good.”

Jacob reached for his guitar again. “Well, if this place has a vibe, I guess I’d better live up to it.”

She laughed, leaning on the counter as he began to play a soft tune. The music filled the space between them, blending with the faint hum of the refrigerators.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. She flipped to a blank page in her sketchbook and started drawing as Jacob played.

“What are you sketching now?” he asked after a while.

“You,” she said without looking up.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Me?”

“You’ve got that ‘quiet musician’ aesthetic,” she teased. “It’s perfect for the mood I’m trying to capture.”

Jacob chuckled but didn’t protest. Instead, he kept playing, letting the music flow as she sketched.

By the time she finished, the tea bottles sat untouched on the counter, forgotten in the easy rhythm of their interaction.

When she finally stood to leave, she tore a page from her sketchbook and slid it across the counter.

“For you,” she said, smiling.

Jacob glanced down at the drawing. It was him, sitting with his guitar, surrounded by the warm glow of the store’s lights.

“This is incredible,” he said, looking up at her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, grabbing her tea. “Consider it a thank-you for the music.”

As the door swung shut behind her, Jacob stared at the sketch, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

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Jacob waited eagerly for her arrival that night. The sketch she’d given him was carefully tucked away in his bag, and he’d spent the day thinking of a way to return the gesture. He wasn’t an artist like her, but he had his own way of expressing himself.

The door chime rang, and there she was, her familiar smile lighting up the dim store.

“Hey,” she said, setting her tea bottles on the counter.

“Hey,” Jacob replied, his fingers drumming on the counter nervously. “So, I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh,” she teased. “That sounds dangerous.”

He laughed, grabbing his guitar from its usual spot. “You gave me something yesterday, and it meant a lot. So, I figured I’d return the favor.”

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “What kind of favor?”

Jacob strummed the first few chords of a song. “It’s something I’ve been working on. It’s not finished, but… I thought you might want to hear it.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned on the counter. “I’d love to.”

Jacob started playing, the melody soft and inviting. His voice was low at first, almost hesitant, but it grew stronger with every verse. The song wasn’t polished, but it was heartfelt—a mix of gentle rhythms and lyrics that spoke of quiet nights and unexpected connections.

She listened intently, her hands folded under her chin. When he finished, the store felt still, as though the walls themselves were holding onto the music.

“That was beautiful,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob’s cheeks flushed. “It’s not much, but… it’s inspired by you. By these little moments.”

She didn’t say anything at first, just smiled in a way that made Jacob’s heart race.

“I’m flattered,” she said finally. “And really impressed. You’re seriously talented, you know that?”

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” he said, setting the guitar down.

She glanced at the clock, a slight frown crossing her face. “I should get going soon. Long day tomorrow.”

“Right,” Jacob said, trying to hide his disappointment.

She hesitated, then reached into her bag and pulled out a small envelope.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Open it after I leave,” she said, her smile turning playful. “Consider it a mystery.”

Before Jacob could respond, she grabbed her tea and headed for the door.

“Goodnight, Jacob,” she called over her shoulder.

“Goodnight,” he replied, watching the door swing shut behind her.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the envelope immediately. Inside was a sketch of the two of them, sitting on the counter together, tea bottles in hand. The detail was impeccable, down to the faint glow of the store’s lights and the guitar resting against the counter.

At the bottom, she’d written: Thanks for making the nights a little brighter.

Jacob smiled to himself, tucking the sketch back into the envelope. He had a feeling that the best part of his nights was just getting started.

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The next night, Jacob waited for her with a plan in mind. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the sketch she’d given him, the way it perfectly captured their quiet connection. For weeks, they had danced around the idea of being more than just strangers who shared the same convenience store, and tonight, he wanted to see if they could take one step closer.

The door chime rang at her usual time, and Jacob’s smile came instinctively.

“Hey,” he greeted, already pulling out her raspberry tea bottles and setting them on the counter.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes crinkling in that way he’d come to look forward to. “Are you always this prepared?”

“Only for my favorite customer,” he teased, earning a soft laugh from her.

After paying, she didn’t leave right away, instead leaning against the counter like she often did when she had time to linger. Jacob took a deep breath, deciding to go for it.

“Do you have a few minutes?” he asked, stepping out from behind the counter.

She tilted her head, intrigued. “Sure. What’s up?”

Jacob gestured toward a small table near the back of the store. “I figured we’ve talked about your art a lot, but I haven’t shown you much about mine.”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You mean your music?”

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing his guitar. “I know it’s not exactly Carnegie Hall, but I thought you might like a private performance.”

Her smile widened, and she followed him to the table. “A midnight concert in a convenience store? Can’t say I’ve done this before.”

Jacob chuckled as he sat down and strummed a few warm-up chords. “First time for everything, right?”

She nodded, settling in across from him. As he played, her expression shifted—soft and attentive, the way she always seemed to listen so deeply. He sang a new song, one he’d been working on just for her. The lyrics were simple but sincere, weaving together themes of quiet nights, unexpected company, and the kind of magic found in ordinary places.

When the song ended, she clapped softly, her eyes bright. “That was incredible,” she said. “You’re so talented, Jacob. Seriously.”

He set the guitar down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks. It’s, uh, inspired by someone.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down at her tea. “Well, whoever she is, she’s lucky.”

Jacob hesitated, then decided to test the waters. “What if I told you she comes in here every night and buys two bottles of raspberry tea?”

Her head shot up, her eyes wide. “Oh,” she said softly.

Jacob grinned, leaning forward a little. “Think she’d be interested in hearing more songs?”

Her laugh was quiet but warm, and she nodded. “I think she might be.”

For a moment, the two of them sat there, the hum of the refrigerators filling the silence. It wasn’t much, but it felt like the start of something.

Before she left that night, she turned back at the door and gave him a small, shy wave.

“See you tomorrow, Jacob.”

He waved back, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time. “See you tomorrow.”

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The next night felt different. Jacob couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was an energy in the air—a quiet anticipation he couldn’t shake. He’d spent the entire day thinking about her reaction to his song, replaying their conversation in his head.

When the door chime finally rang at her usual time, Jacob looked up to see her walking in with a bag slung over her shoulder and a small, determined smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said as she approached the counter.

“Hey,” he replied, setting her raspberry tea bottles down like clockwork. “You’re right on time.”

She didn’t immediately reach for her wallet, instead pulling out the notebook she always carried. “Actually,” she said, placing it on the counter, “I wanted to show you something.”

Jacob leaned forward, curious. “What’s this?”

She flipped it open to a page filled with sketches of the convenience store—its shelves, the neon sign glowing faintly through the window, and, most prominently, Jacob himself. One sketch showed him strumming his guitar, another had him laughing behind the counter, and the last one was a quiet moment of him resting his chin in his hand, looking out the window.

“These are incredible,” he said, genuinely stunned. “You’ve been drawing me this whole time?”

She laughed, a little shy. “It’s not as creepy as it sounds, I swear. You just… you’ve got this way about you. It’s like you belong here, but you’re dreaming of something bigger. I wanted to capture that.”

Jacob looked at her, his heart doing somersaults. “I don’t even know what to say,” he admitted. “This is—wow.”

“Well, there’s more,” she said, flipping to another page. This one had a sketch of two people sitting on the curb outside the store, sharing raspberry tea under the glow of a streetlamp.

“That’s us,” Jacob said softly.

She nodded. “I figured, if I can draw it, maybe we can make it happen.”

Jacob felt a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you asking me to have tea with you?”

“Technically, you owe me one,” she teased. “Remember the tea delivery I brought you?”

He laughed, grabbing two bottles of tea from the fridge. “You’re right. I can’t leave a debt unpaid.”

They stepped outside, the cool night air wrapping around them. The streetlamp cast a warm glow over the curb as they sat down, their knees almost touching.

“So,” she said, popping the cap off her bottle. “What’s next for you, Jacob? Still dreaming of music school?”

He looked at her, realizing he didn’t feel quite so unsure about the future anymore. “Yeah. But I think I’ve found something just as good in the meantime.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that?”

Jacob tapped his bottle gently against hers, a soft clink echoing in the quiet street. “This,” he said simply. “Late nights, raspberry tea, and good company.”

Her smile was radiant, and Jacob couldn’t help but think that this moment felt like the kind of magic she always talked about finding in the ordinary.

As they sipped their tea, sharing stories and laughter under the glow of the streetlamp, Jacob realized he didn’t need all the answers right now. For once, just being here—with her—was enough.

And as the lights of the convenience store flickered behind them, he couldn’t help but wonder what other moments like this the future might hold.

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