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You can love him, you can hate him, but you can't ignore him | Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: You’ve been butting heads with Dr. Yoon Jeonghan since he first joined Svt Med’s neurosurgery department. But does the tension between you and Dr. Yoon simply stem from your fierce workplace rivalry, or is it something else?  Pairing: Neurosurgeon! Jeonghan x Neurosurgeon fem! reader (ft. psychiatrist! Dokyeom, cameo of Ophthalmologist! Na PD) Genre: Doctor au, workplace rivalry, hurt/ comfort, fluff Word Count: 7.74k words (help ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )) Warnings: misdiagnosis (made by dismissive doctors, and a genuine mistake by a medical resident), mental conditions and physical illnesses (dementia, hydrocephalus, brain tumors, aneurysm, narcissistic personality disorder), suggestive content (1 dirty joke), cursing, teasing, overworking oneself, misunderstandings (Jeonghan has other people’s interest at heart but the way he goes about showing it is harsh and mean.), PDA (kissing) Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. This fic contains incorrect medical information and is supposed to be taken as a work of fiction.  A/n: Inspired by Chicago med s1 ep 2 and 4. Tagging @tomodachiii 🩵. Tiny spoiler, but this fic kind of links to DK’s fic here! For the rest of the fics, return to the masterlist here. 

In all your years of existence on this planet, you’ve encountered a plethora of things and people who have infuriated you to varying degrees. 

You had a particular intolerance for washing your hands with freezing cold water during winter, people who flashed their car headlights and honked their horn for no reason, entitled people, misogynists, racists, and of course, stuck up doctors who regularly misdiagnosed patients because they carelessly and purposely dismissed their patients’ concerns. 

All things considered though, you weren’t someone who was easily irritated or prone to anger over minor issues. In fact, you built up quite the reputation for being a kind, patient, level headed surgeon in Seventeen Medical Center’s neurosurgery department. You were known to be a surgeon who could keep it together during extremely challenging surgeries, regardless of whether the surgery had taken a turn for the worse due to human error, or whether it was just one of those times when everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. Your colleagues often turned to you to be their mediator during disagreements over treatment plans, and you were the younger medical staff’s “go to” person for any and all questions they might have. 

Certainly these examples and your almost flawless track record were undeniable proof that you weren’t easily irritated or prone to anger. 

Or so you thought until you met the newest addition to the neurosurgery department, your newest colleague, Dr. Yoon Jeonghan. 

At first, you were thrilled to have Jeonghan in your department. He was one of the country’s best neurosurgeons, with hundreds of successful surgeries under his belt. You were familiar with the dozens of insightful journal articles he published over the years, and it was always a pleasure to read his refreshing perspectives on the latest medical breakthroughs in neurosurgery. Interestingly, despite being in the same field as him, and being invited to some of the same neurosurgery conferences, you never met Jeonghan before. So you were really looking forward to working with such an established neurosurgeon. Your excitement also increased tenfold when you heard stories about his charismatic personality, his affable demeanor, his intellect, and his dashing good looks. You had no doubt you would be able to work seamlessly with Jeonghan if he was as great as everyone else made him out to be. 

Alas, when you finally met the esteemed Dr. Yoon, all the excitement you had about working with him flew right out the window. During your first meeting with him, you already foresaw yourself coming to blows with Jeonghan. While some staff members continued to swoon over him, you were completely dumbstruck. You could still respect him as a neurosurgeon, and you weren’t blind to how attractive he was with his model-esque visuals and build. But other than that, there was just something about him you found to be insufferable and infuriating. 

Perhaps it was because you heard the story of how Jeonghan shamelessly demanded a private office and all the appliances he could ever want, or else he wouldn’t move over to Seventeen Med. Perhaps it was the way Jeonghan would dominate every single surgery conference he was called to attend, and then become visibly annoyed when no one would speak up to offer their own opinions or alternative treatment plans. Perhaps it was how harshly he treated the younger medical staff, who in your opinion, didn’t deserve most of the scoldings they were given. Jeonghan, being Jeonghan, frequently passed off his neurosurgery consults to the fellows and residents, for which they soon developed a fear of him as he had zero tolerance for mistakes. Since Jeonghan joined the hospital, there were many occasions where you had to comfort the junior doctors when they were thrown out of Jeonghan’s operation room after making a tiny mistake. 

Or perhaps it was Jeonghan’s playful, unprofessional attitude which you found so off-putting. During the times when Jeonghan wasn’t off crushing dreams or actually working, one could find him either in his large, private office lounging around while eating ramen, or sleeping. If he wasn’t in his office, then he would usually be out disturbing one of his friends from medical school, Dr. Choi Seungcheol from the Emergency Department, and Dr. Joshua Hong from the Pediatric Department, usually being his prime targets. 

Wait, and how could you forget? Perhaps Jeonghan was so infuriating and insufferable because of the way he zoned in on you since the first day he joined Seventeen Med, wordlessly deciding that you, of all people, would be the chosen one to receive all the chaos and torment he could ever unleash onto someone. You just knew something was up with him that day when you saw his eyes scan through the room, completely bored and uninterested, until they landed on you. The moment you locked eyes with him, holding his gaze, you could see a mischievous spark flicker in his eyes, his mouth curling into an almost imperceptible smirk after he gave you a once over. 

Since then, getting on your nerves seemed to be Jeonghan’s little pet project, seeing that he routinely went out of his way to annoy you. Whatever you were doing, writing charts, doing research, checking in on patients, doing surgery, resting, eating, staring blankly at the sky in the courtyard… have no fear, because Jeonghan was always near. He was unusually fond of annoying you by disrupting your concentration, rambling about something unimportant, or clicking his pen repeatedly. Then on days when he was feeling extra chaotic, he would steal some of your food, start a whole debate with you over the latest neurosurgery literature, or place his cold stethoscope against your hand. 

You tried your best to be civil with Jeonghan initially by telling him to be nicer to the younger medical staff, and gently dismissing his attempts to get a rise out of you. Unfortunately, even you had your breaking point. For some inexplicable reason, your ability to keep your cool flew out the window when it came to Jeonghan. He knew exactly what buttons to push and how to push them. Your patience was eventually stretched so thin you stopped trying to be civil with him. 

Unsurprisingly, as your dislike for Jeonghan became more evident, it seemed like he thrived off your change in attitude towards him. He took it as a challenge to see how far he could push you. As Jeonghan ramped up his antics, purposely getting into your space and your face over everything and absolutely nothing at all, you matched his challenge with just as much tenacity and ferocity. For every sarcastic quip he made, every annoying action, you ensured you paid him back accordingly. What was initially a more private rivalry between you and Jeonghan, soon became a full fledged workplace rivalry. During surgery conferences and department meetings, you both debated over who should get new cases, surgery techniques, equipment, and treatment plans. Hell, once you even debated on whose bedside manners were better. Your workplace rivalry was so fierce that it was obvious to the entire hospital. 

To everyone else, your rivalry with Jeonghan was intriguing to witness. It was rare to see you lose your cool, and it was even rarer to see someone fight with Jeonghan and keep up with his antics in the same way you did. All your bosses paid little to no attention to your rivalry, instead they encouraged it. In their opinion, your rivalry with Jeonghan never interfered with the care of the patients, and ironically, it allowed you both to work together flawlessly. You even began to assist each other on particularly difficult surgeries, because as much as you both would vehemently deny it, you respected each other’s skills. There was no one else you trusted more to have your back in surgery than Jeonghan, and vice versa. 

You, nevertheless, had to admit the whole situation with Jeonghan was incredibly infuriating, though not for all the reasons you initially thought. 

A question posed to you by a friend you were venting to one day befuddled you. She didn’t work in the hospital and was unaware of the strange dynamic you and Jeonghan developed. She took in the situation, and out of genuine concern for you, she asked, “If he’s taking things this far, why don’t you just report him to HR?”

Stumped, you found yourself unable to give her a clear answer. You waved her off, stumbling over your answer, as you tried to explain that while Jeonghan’s antics were disruptive to you, it was innocent enough as there was no malice behind them. Your friend gave you a funny look, but didn’t push you further. 

Following your exchange with your friend, you couldn’t stop thinking about her question. Why didn’t you ever report Jeonghan to HR? Disregarding the fact that you now pushed back, why didn’t you write him up before that? 

You mused over those questions, and in a sleep deprived, caffeine induced haze about a week later, you were struck with the answer.

You enjoyed your rivalry with Jeonghan. Not just that, but somewhere in the past few months, you came to enjoy the time you spent with Jeonghan, and it became something you looked forward to when you went to work. You loved to hear his quick retorts, and the shocked look on his face when you said something extra witty. You enjoyed hearing about all the unimportant things he was rambling about, because it breathed some normalcy into the fast paced life you lived. You looked forward to doing surgeries with him as he made a great surgery companion. He never made mistakes and you could always count on him to ensure the patient would come out of the surgery in much better condition than when they went in. Most of all, you loved his company. You could probably even say you were close friends by this point. Albeit distracting and annoying sometimes, Jeonghan made doing mundane, repetitive things like reading journal articles, doing ward rounds, and writing charts seem all the more interesting. You especially enjoyed the time you spent with him in his office, because you could leech off all the expensive appliances he forced the hospital to purchase for him. 

You became acutely aware of what it meant for you to enjoy Jeonghan’s company. You weren’t stupid, although you certainly felt stupid. You felt like a little girl again, becoming smitten with the person who used to poke her shoulder from behind consistently and then pretend it wasn’t them. For all the tension and already heightened feelings between you two stemming from your rivalry, you also became more acutely aware of Jeonghan. 

More specifically, the undeniable possibility Jeonghan might feel the same way you did. Jeonghan was usually so dismissive of others, yet he would always make time for you. He would wave off his closest friends, nagging at them when they even tried to glance at his expensive appliances, but with you, he acted indifferent, telling you to do whatever you wanted. While his big, brown, doe eyes would narrow calculatingly or tiredly at others, they would soften and sparkle with glee in your presence. His perfectly shaped lips were often downturned disapprovingly, but they would curl into a cheeky, tender grin when he was with you. His steady surgeon’s hands, which would point towards the door as he sternly ordered others out of his operating room, would gently wave you inside, beckoning you to come as close to him as possible. 

This revelation infuriated you even further, because in all your years of existence on this planet, no one had ever infuriated you as much as Dr. Yoon Jeonghan did. Yet, try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love with him. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Gingerly holding his coffee mug, Dr Lee Dokyeom, Seventeen Med’s beloved psychiatrist, carefully made his way to one of the free sofas in the doctors’ lounge. He blew slightly on the scalding liquid, before taking a much anticipated sip, savouring the taste of the bittersweet coffee. Dokyeom placed the coffee mug on the table beside him. He shut his eyes, leaning back onto the sofa to relish the feeling of sinking into the soft, plush fabric underneath him. There were others shuffling around the lounge, but he tuned out the sounds of their movements and hushed conversations. After working three consecutive shifts back to back, maybe he could finally get a moment of peace and reprieve in the doctors’ lounge. 

Slam. 

“Dokyeom?!? I still don’t understand how you can be best friends with Jeonghan.”

Dokyeom groaned at the sound of your shrill voice cutting through the peacefulness in the lounge. Peace and reprieve would have to wait. He forced himself to peel his eyes open, watching as you made your way to the coffee station to grab your own drink. Compared to the cheery mood you were in earlier in the day when he first saw you, you were obviously in an irritable mood now, probably brought on by whatever nonsense Jeonghan was up to, again. Dokyeom sighed, mentally cursing Jeonghan for being the reason his own break time was interrupted. 

You angrily stirred your drink, stomping over to plomp yourself down heavily on the armchair next to Dokyeom. Ripping off your scrub cap and kicking off your clogs, you muttered a string of curses under your breath. 

Dokyeom looked at you expectantly, “What did he do now?”

You grumbled sarcastically, “Oh you know, as always, the great Jeonghan saved lives and looked good while doing it.”

Dokyeom snorted, “I’m sure there were some who loved watching that.”

You guffawed, “I’m sure they did. I could see the hearts coming out of their eyes. It was disgusting.”

You continued, “I wish that was it, but no. The other day, we were having a really important surgery conference. The patient had a small tumor in the occipital lobe. Small tumors are easy enough to remove, but this one was sitting a little too close to the optic nerve. We needed to discuss how to remove the tumor without causing any vision loss. Just as we were getting to the important part, Jeonghan gets a page on his PDA and bolts out. Right in the middle of the conference. And he doesn’t come back. We just assumed it was an emergency down in the ED. No. It was a false alarm. When the conference was over, what do we find? Jeonghan sitting in his office watching a TV show.”

A few days ago? That was when he was set up got together with his girlfriend… Wide eyed, Dokyeom began choking on his coffee. 

Dokyeom hit his chest lightly, calming down from his coughing fit. He admitted sheepishly, “A few days ago? If you’re talking about what I think you are, sorry about that, I think it was my fault.”

You gave him a questioning look, “Okay? But that’s only part of the story. The surgery was scheduled for this morning. Jeonghan completely disregarded whatever was discussed during the conference after he left. We were going to do a partial resection of the tumor using a Neuroendoscopy because it was too risky to do a full resection. Then, Jeonghan shows up today saying we are proceeding with a full resection using MRI-guided laser ablation. He didn’t tell anyone, and went behind all of our backs to get the guardian’s consent. I know he’s the lead surgeon on the case, and surgery plans change all the time, but he could have given us a little warning. Worst of all, after the resection was done, he just walked right out. I had to finish up the surgery and deal with the many, many unhappy people in the operating theater. They always give in to whatever Jeonghan wants and then when he’s not around, they complain to me about him. I’m sick of having to deal with the fallout of Jeonghan’s actions. Do you know what it’s like having to placate people daily just because of him?”

Dokyeom chuckled, “Given you’re sitting here complaining about Jeonghan, I think I know how you feel.”

You rubbed your eyes in frustration, “Sorry, point taken. It’s really exasperating how he always does that. I swear he thinks and acts like just because he’s the best surgeon, he can do whatever he wants. One time a first year psychiatry resident asked me if Jeonghan was ever diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder.”

Dokyeom let out a snort, “First year psych residents have a tendency to be hyper aware of things which seem like symptoms of mental health conditions. Jeonghan isn’t the most subtle when it comes to flaunting his abilities, but he does not exhibit the other symptoms like the lack of empathy, manipulativeness, etc. Besides, there’s a difference between someone being cocky, and someone like Jeonghan, who is extremely self-assured and has the skills to back it up.”

Groaning, you sank further into the armchair, “I’m well-aware of that, which is what annoys me even more.” 

Dokyeom took another sip of his now, lukewarm coffee, giving you a knowing smile, “Let me guess. You’re annoyed at Jeonghan for his actions, but you’re more annoyed with yourself for not being able to get mad at him because he has the patients’ best interests at heart. And despite your rivalry, you trust Jeonghan’s judgment more than anyone else in your department.”

You draped an arm over your face, pointing at Dokyeom using your index finger to signal he was right. 

He hummed, cheekily adding on, “It also doesn’t help that you developed a big fat crush on your rival huh?”

Hearing Dokyeom’s words, you flushed, feeling the heat rush through your body. You buried your face in your hands, mumbling, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dokyeom burst out laughing at your reaction. Although he was embarrassed about how dense he was about his crush, and now girlfriend’s, feelings towards him, he was beginning to see why Soonyoung and Seungkwan enjoyed sticking their noses in his love life. Teasing you about Jeonghan was fun. 

Just as Dokyeom turned his body to face you so he could amp up the teasing, the door chime on the doctors’ lounge sounded and he could see someone making their way towards you both with a worried expression etched on their face.

You took in the new arrivals’ presence. It was one of Seventeen Med’s Ophthalmologists, Dr Na Yangseok, who was assigned to the surgery team this morning. Wondering if he was here to tell you about the patient’s eyesight, you asked, “Dr Na? What’s going on? Do you have news about the patients’ eyesight? We tried our best not to damage their optic nerve during the surgery.”

Dr Na shook his head, “No. Actually I’m here about one of your first year residents. I was going to update Jeonghan about the patient’s stable condition when I saw them run out of his office crying. Some of the other residents were saying Jeonghan told them ‘if you can’t even figure this simple thing out, I suggest you start looking for another profession because you won’t last long here’. I respect the guy but whew, he can be a dickhead.”

Your eyelids twitched. Jeonghan said what now to one of your residents? Your first year residents? Residents were here to learn, and mistakes will inevitably happen. This wasn’t the first time Jeonghan made someone cry. The irritation from the day’s earlier events, coupled with this new development caused a new rush of anger to bubble up in your chest. Crush or no crush, you were going to have words with him. You shot up from the armchair, muttering an ‘excuse me while I go destroy Jeonghan’, before storming off in the direction of Jeonghan’s office. 

Dokyeom and Dr Na watched as your figure got smaller and smaller until you left the doctors’ lounge. Dr Na shook his head, sitting down in the armchair you vacated, “Those two are always at each other's throats.”

Dokyeom chuckled, “You know I can never tell if they are fighting or flirting. Maybe both.”

Dr Na questioned incredulously, “Flirting? Those two? Together? Yea, I don’t see it. They would rip each other’s heads off.”

A thought flashed through Dokyeom’s mind. He extended his hand out for Dr Na to shake, “Want to bet on that? I know you have an extra ticket to that baseball game I wanted to attend.”

Dr Na snickered, shaking Dokyeom’s hand, “Sure, you’re on. If I win, you have to pay for the Ophthalmology department’s monthly dinner.”

Dokyeom grinned, “Fine with me, but I have a feeling I won’t be the one losing this bet.”

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Meanwhile on the other side of the hospital, you were making your way to Jeonghan’s office, more furious than anyone had ever seen. Your jaw was clenched, brows furrowed, eyes blazing with fury, and you clutched a file in your hand, its edges slightly crumpled from the force you were holding it with. 

Pausing for a millisecond in front of your destination to confirm your target was actually in there, you didn’t bother to knock, and swung the door open violently. 

Jeonghan, who was sitting at his desk, jumped at the sudden intrusion. Glaring at whoever dared to enter his office without knocking, his expression quickly changed into one of curiosity and amusement when he realised it was you. He caught onto your sour mood quickly, “My my, what’s gotten your panties in a twist now?”

You ignored his blatant attempt to tease you, instead choosing to chuck the file in your hand on his desk, “You want to explain yourself?”

Jeonghan eyed the file suspiciously, nudging at it using his finger as if it was a poisonous plant. 

When he wouldn’t respond to you, you flipped the file open to the page you wanted, “Care to explain to me why you were chewing out our first year resident over this?”

Jeonghan replied tiredly, “I don’t need to explain anything. They misdiagnosed a patient, simple as that.”

Simple as that? You thought, grinding your teeth in disgust. Does he not understand why you were so mad or the consequences of his statement towards the resident? You went around his desk, stopping when you were hovering over his seated form. Jeonghan was still poking at the file, so you gripped the side of his seat and turned it so he was facing you. 

You leaned down towards him, using a finger to jab at his chest. You seethed, “Simple as that? You told the resident that if they couldn’t do this simple thing, they should look for another job because they won’t last long here at Med. You belittle them and then imply they might get fired? All this over an honest mistake. Hydrocephalus and dementia have similar symptoms. Even the most experienced neurosurgeons get mixed up between the two, which is why hydrocephalus is one of those neurological diseases which often goes undiagnosed or misdiagnosed in 80% of people suffering from it. If they can make this mistake, how do you expect a first year resident who is encountering this disease for the first time to make a correct diagnosis?”

Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, “I don’t want to hear you brag about how you were able to correctly diagnose all your patients even as a first year. And don’t even get me started on what happened this morning. You had the audacity to run out of a surgery conference, completely dismiss the team’s plan, and go behind our backs to get the guardian’s consent for a different surgery plan which carried even more significant risks. You truly think your plans are the best, that you’re always right?”

You pause to take in a breath before continuing with your rant, your voice increasing in volume with each sentence you spoke, “News flash Yoon Jeonghan, just because you’re the best neurosurgeon here doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. You always impose your way onto others and then scold them for not speaking up against you. You know what? I’m so sick and tired of being the person who has to clean up after your messes. I’m the one who has to deal with the disgruntled staff when you step all over them during conferences and surgeries. I’m the one who has to comfort all the residents and fellows when you scold them over the tiniest things. Hell, I’m the one who puts up with your annoying, flat ass all the time. It’s too bad you’re so pretty because you’re such a dickhead.”

Jeonghan gazed up at you towering over him, stunned at your outburst. He inhaled sharply as an indecipherable emotion flashed through his eyes. For the few seconds Jeonghan was completely silent, an uncomfortable, heavy silence fell over the room. 

When it looked like your words finally sank in, his brows furrowed in annoyance, and he threw his hands up in exasperation, “Listen. I hold the residents, and everyone else working with me, to the same standards I hold myself to. If they cannot meet those standards, I don’t believe they should be here. As for the surgery this morning, it’s really not my fault the surgery plan was so flawed. I don’t think my plans are the best, just the ones that are the least flawed. It gives the patient the best possible outcome with a shortened recovery time, which is our main goal, in case you’ve forgotten. Perhaps you have, seeing that you were the one who signed off on the previous plan for a Neuroendoscopy. I didn’t see the need to consult a change in plans with people who couldn’t draw them up well in the first place.”

Ouch. It was one thing for Jeonghan to make such snide remarks to a first year resident, but it was another for him to direct them towards you. Out of all the things he could have said, Jeonghan hit you where it hurt. He had the audacity to imply you didn’t care for your patients. 

Your face went completely blank. In a low voice devoid of any emotion, you said, “You’re so full of yourself. Why did I even think I could come and reason with you… You’re just as insufferable and infuriating as I initially thought. I’m a fool for starting to believe you were anything else than that.”

With that, you turned on your heels and walked out of Jeonghan’s office. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

To say there was mounting tension between you and Jeonghan would be the understatement of the year. Everyone could see the rapport you built with Jeonghan crumbling under the strain of your last exchange with him. 

Over the next few weeks, you avoided Jeonghan like he was the plague. Unless you needed to be in the same vicinity as Jeonghan, you refused to be in the same space as him. You wouldn’t acknowledge his presence if you were both in the same room, and you would go as far as excusing yourself politely so you didn’t have to be near him. During the times you unfortunately could not get out of working with him, you kept the entire exchange strictly professional, only speaking to him when necessary. You might have been disappointed and pissed off by Jeonghan, but you weren’t going to let patients suffer. You weren’t going to give Jeonghan any excuse to undermine the effort you put into caring for your patients. 

You threw yourself into your work to distract yourself from the disappointment you felt from Jeonghan’s dismissiveness, and from the emptiness you felt now you were no longer spending a lot of your time with him. You chided yourself for wallowing in your own self-pity because you felt horrible for somehow managing to fall for the most self-absorbed person around. You couldn’t have fallen for someone else? Anyone else? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head as if it would help to shake away those thoughts in your mind. Reopening your eyes, you focused on stirring your drink at the counter in the doctors’ lounge. 

“When was the last time you slept?”

You groaned, instantly recognising the owner of the soft voice, “Dr Yoon, what I do, or do not do, is none of your concern. But before you can question my ability to look after patients, I slept last night.”

Jeonghan pursed his lips, “I know you’ve been sleeping in the on-call room. When was the last time you slept in your own bed? At home?”

“What are you doing? Stalking me? How do you know I haven’t been home?”

Jeonghan let out a disgruntled snort, “You’re wearing the same scrubs as yesterday, and you’re cracking your back more than normal, which is what you always do when you’re working back to back shifts at the hospital. What… I can’t be concerned for a colleague now?”

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t peg you to be the type who was concerned about anyone else but himself.”

“I didn’t know you were trying to do that to me,” Jeonghan shot back.

Grabbing your cup, you scoffed, “I don’t need to do anything of that sort to you since you already have your head so far up your ass.”

You turned to walk out of the doctors’ lounge, nodding at a Dokyeom as he passed by you.

Dokyeom paused, looking at you and then at Jeonghan. He crossed his arms, “I thought you said you were going to apologise to her.”

Jeonghan shrugged, “I was trying to, but she was being difficult.”

Dokyeom gave him a pointed look, “Don’t you want to make up with her? I thought you liked her? By the looks of things, you weren’t trying very hard.”

Jeonghan scrunched his nose, taking a long sip of the coffee he just made. Somehow, seeing you act that way towards him made the usually fragrant coffee taste sour. If he was being honest, he hadn’t been quite himself since you blew up at him. As the best neurosurgeon in the region, the pressure he felt on his shoulders was indescribable. People always expected the best from him, and he felt the need to act like he had everything together, because if he didn’t, then who could everyone else rely on?

But when he was with you, he felt different. He felt lighter. Your presence helped to lighten his mood. Regardless of what you were doing together, teasing each other, engaging in playful banter, ward rounds, surgeries, Jeonghan felt as though you were able to lift some of the burden and stress he constantly felt. During the times he spent with you, he felt more like himself. His playful, fun loving self. You, as annoyed as you were with him, endured his antics and even matched his playfulness. With you, the persona he built as “Dr Yoon Jeonghan, the best neurosurgeon in the country” could be shoved aside and ignored. With you, he could simply be, Jeonghan. It was freeing. You were freeing. 

Over the last few weeks, however, with you going out of your way to avoid him, Jeonghan felt trapped, lonely, and empty. He missed ramen and coffee time with you. He missed how the time used to fly by when he worked with you, how surgeries seemed so much easier with you watching his back. Now, when you did work together, the hours ticked on painfully. The air was heavy and stifling as your dislike for him was evident. He missed seeing your pretty smile, the joy you always brought him, your playful rivalry that ironically came with strong mutual respect. He missed the reprieve he felt and relished every time he was in your presence. He missed all of it. Most of all, he missed the happiness and glee he could bring you. He used to be able to make you laugh with a glance and a cheeky smile, but now his glances left you with nothing more than a glare or frown etched on your face.

Jeonghan missed you. He was, unfortunately, completely lost as to how he should go about doing things. He had never been in this situation before, and he didn’t know anything about making amends. But, he would be damned if he let his stupid pride and actions get in the way of making things right with you, or the possibility he could be with you. 

What good was it if he was the best of the best, when he had no one there on the top with him? 

Finally, swallowing his pride (and coffee), Jeonghan whispered, “You’re right. I need to do better. I’ll apologise to her properly. Tonight.”

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

You found yourself on the hospital’s rooftop later that night. From your vantage point, you had an unobstructed view of the hospital compound. Despite it already being 11pm, the hospital was still bright and teeming with life. You could see people move around the hospital, their tiny figures and shadows fluttering around them. On floors where the patient wards were located, the lights were dimmed, but there were one or two patients sitting near the windows admiring the hospital’s inner courtyard below you. You could see why they were so transfixed by it. The lamps and mood lights illuminated the triangular shaped inner courtyard, casting a subtle, warm, ethereal glow onto the hospital’s windows. 

Being so high up, you could feel the cold air prick your skin, hear the soft whistle of the wind. You exhaled as you watched your warm breath turn into a puff of cold mist before dissipating into the night. While it wasn’t as cold as other nights you had been up here, you felt chilled to the bone. Even the extraordinary view which lay before you did nothing to warm you. 

Wrapping your jacket around yourself to try to keep the cold out, you shivered at the thought of how you snapped at Jeonghan earlier. He was simply expressing his concern for you, just as your other colleagues would have. Although you believed Jeonghan deserved to be called out (for many, many things), he didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that. With a heavy heart, you hunched over the railing, staring at an ambulance which turned into the Emergency Department. You would have to return inside soon, but for now, you allowed yourself to stay here, wallowing in your own self-pity. 

As you continued to watch the people bustle around below, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, though you paid them no mind. It was the hospital’s rooftop afterall, and like you, many staff members found comfort in being up here. 

Suddenly, you jumped slightly at the sensation of a large, soft piece of fabric wrapping around your shoulders. Recognising the blanket’s familiar scent, you recomposed yourself, wrapping it around yourself more securely. 

After a pregnant pause, you spoke, addressing the newcomer on the roof, “I should be mad at you.”

“I know.”

“I hate that I’m not more mad at you. Honestly, I’m more sad and disappointed than anything else. Your actions towards everyone else, and what you said, about me not wanting for my patients… it really hurt.”

Jeonghan gazed at your side profile softly, his heart aching as he saw the pain that flashed through your eyes when you spoke about what he said to you all those weeks ago. He shuffled a bit, fiddling with the hems of his coat. 

Hoping you could hear the sincerity in his voice since you were still turned away from him, he said, “I know, and I’m sorry. You’re one of the best doctors I know, one of the only doctors I fully trust. I don’t know what came over me. No one has ever called me out like that before. I guess it threw me off, and I lashed out at you for it. I’m really sorry. For what it’s worth, I also apologised to the first year resident, and the surgery team.”

You could hear he was taking this seriously. Your head and your heart were fighting, with your heart wanting to relent and tell him everything was okay and all was forgiven, but you had put up with him for far too long. After musing over his words, you finally decided on how to proceed, with your head (the voice of reason) winning out. You sighed, addressing Jeonghan, “You know why I can’t be mad at you? It’s because you’re a huge mystery to me. You’re unpredictable and confusing. On one hand, you’re this ball of energy, so playful, so cheeky, someone who is always caught up in mischief. I’ve gotten the privilege of seeing and getting to know that Jeonghan. The Jeonghan that is tender when he wants to be, someone who is kind, gentle. On the other hand, you’re also the very embodiment of a neurosurgeon stereotype. Overly strict, mean, arrogant, someone who might even have a god complex. You act like you’re better than everyone. You put down others, dismiss their feelings, go off and do things on your own without consulting the team. Your duality infuriates me so much.”

You turn to face Jeonghan, looking intensely into his eyes as if you were searching for something deep inside of him, “I’ve come to really like that first Jeonghan. He’s frustrating to put up with, but in a good way. He treats me well, never undermines me, and best of all, he makes my days so much more exciting in the best ways possible. But every time I experience this Jeonghan, I’m harshly reminded of the uglier side of you, the second Jeonghan’s existence. And this time, he really crossed a line. So while I appreciate your apology, I think it will take some time for you to regain my trust again.”

Jeonghan held your gaze, nodding in understanding. Despite his heart practically beating out of his chest at what was practically your confession, he elected to ignore it. It was neither the time, nor the place for him to tell you that the feelings were mutual. Instead, Jeonghan focused on the hidden meaning behind your words, one which he appreciated deeply:

While I can’t forgive you right now, or forget what happened, I’m willing to try to mend my relationship, with you. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take that long for you and Jeonghan to get back to the rhythm of your old rivalry slash close friendship. After a few initial weeks of trial and error, you both were back to your old antics - bickering with each other lightly, teasing each other, doing surgeries flawlessly together, ramen time in his office etc. 

You had to hand it to Jeonghan, who was really making a concerted effort to become a better version of himself. You didn’t say anything but his efforts were enough to earn himself your forgiveness some time ago. He was really trying to be a better team player, and a better superior to the younger medical staff. Old habits did die hard, and he was still as firm as ever on everyone, but he was now more fair as well. He no longer scolded anyone groundlessly, and he no longer threw people out of the operating theater. There were still times when he either slipped, resulting in him receiving a disapproving look from you, or times when he tried too hard to be nice, which resulted in him having this fake, exaggerated smile plastered on his face. All in all, however, the tension between you and Jeonghan eased significantly, and the number of complaints you received from others about Jeonghan reduced as well. You took this as a win.

The only thing you didn’t see as a win was the significant increase in the number of people who were fighting for Jeonghan’s attention and affection. Jeonghan had always been a charmer, and regardless of his upsetting behaviour in the past, there was always a consistent line of people who fell at his feet. Now, with Jeonghan’s mellowed out behaviour, it only seemed to invite new swarms of admirers. You found the very same people who would always complain to you about him to be the very same ones who would now seek you out to ask if Jeonghan had a girlfriend, or if you could put in a good word to him for them. You couldn’t even have a meal with Jeonghan in the staff canteen without someone flirting with him or approaching him for his phone number.

And so, once again, you found yourself in the doctors’ lounge during a late night shift complaining to Dokyeom about your Jeonghan woos. 

Your arms flailed around animatedly as you conveyed your frustrations to Dokyeom, “Then, they asked if Jeonghan wanted to get some lunch with them… I mean come on! I was literally right there having lunch with him, and his lunch was half eaten already. What am I? Chopped liver?”

Dokyeom doubled over, clutching his stomach laughing, “No I know how you feel. The other day our whole friend group was having a coffee at the cafe. One random middle aged person came up to Jeonghan, tapped his shoulder, and began flirting with him. 13 of us there and 12 of us became invisible as soon as they saw Jeonghan!”

You nodded empathetically, “For real. It’s as if the world fades around them as soon as they lay eyes on Jeonghan’s pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Jeonghan’s gleeful voice echoed through the lounge, cutting you off.

Your body chilled, and your motions stilled. Dokyeom wheezed at your shocked expression, quietly slipping away from his seat while you were buffering to leave you and Jeonghan alone.

Jeonghan slid into Dokyeom’s chair, a content and blissful smile etched on his face. He repeated, “So you think I’m pretty?”

Heat rushed to your face. You were sure Jeonghan could see the steam rising from the top of your head right about now. You shook your head, “I never said that.”

At your flustered expression, Jeonghan chuckled. He teased, “No no actually you said it twice. This would be the second time you called me pretty.”

Second time? A memory flashed through your head. You hid your face in your hands at the sudden recollection of how you told Jeonghan “it’s too bad you’re so pretty because you’re such a dickhead.” In your anger fueled haze, you didn’t even realise you called him pretty during your tirade. 

You felt Jeonghan shift closer to you, but you refused to remove your hands from your face. You were way too embarrassed to face him. 

Jeonghan gingerly pryed your hands away from your face, to which you didn’t put up that much resistance. 

With his face dangerously close to yours, a cheeky glint in his eye, he whispered, “hi.”

You tried to avert your eyes from him, but found yourself completely entranced by him. You always loved Jeonghan’s eyes, though seeing them this close made you love them even more. They sparkled like gems under the soft overhead lighting in the doctors’ lounge, and the moment his eyes met yours, they softened. You could spend forever gazing into his eyes. The best part? Jeonghan looked just as enamoured with you as you were with him. 

Jeonghan, taking advantage of your flustered state, was the first to break the silence, “Would this be a good time to confess something to you?”

You nodded dumbly, mind racing too much to think clearly. 

Jeonghan inched even closer to you, never breaking eye contact. He confessed, his voice warm and full of affection, “I didn’t want to say anything then, but remember that time on the roof? How you said you liked that first Jeonghan? The one that is a ball of energy, playful, cheeky, mischievous? The one who is also tender, kind, gentle? What if I told you that you are one of the only people on this planet who ever had the privilege of seeing and getting to know that Jeonghan? Because I like you too, more than you can ever imagine. It’s why I tease you, why I banter with you, why only you get to use my fancy applicances. You held my gaze the first day we met, and then proceeded to challenge me in ways I’ve never been challenged before. You saw my flaws, held me accountable to them, all while still accepting me, having my back, and teaching me how to be a better person.”

Each word Jeonghan spoke sent shivers down your back. Your heart pounded so wildly in your chest you swore you could hear it reverberate through the quiet room. 

Jeonghan liked you too. 

Overcome with emotion, you impulsively grabbed Jeonghan by his coat and crashed your lips on his. Jeonghan let out a strangled noise at your actions, but soon began kissing you back with just as much intensity. You savoured the feeling of Jeonghan’s lips against yours. The sensation was electrifying. Whatever residual tension you both had melted away completely. Jeonghan’s confession and this kiss would mark a new beginning in your relationship with Jeonghan, one which you hoped wouldn’t be as infuriating. 

Sensing that you were beginning to pull away from him, Jeonghan tugged your head closer to his, once again capturing your lips in a passionate, tender kiss. You giggled into the kiss. You could deal with the thoughts of “what comes next” in your relationship with him later. For now, you would tune the rest of the world around you out, focusing only on Jeonghan (and his pretty lips). 

Because, who cares if you were both caught making out in the doctors’ lounge? 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Unbeknownst to you, someone did catch you both making out in the doctors’ lounge, for you see, Dokyeom never fully went away after Jeonghan arrived. Dokyeom merely shifted to a far corner of the lounge to give you both some privacy. While he had a feeling today might be the day you would both confess, he didn’t expect you to immediately start sucking on each other’s faces in the middle of the night. Luckily for you, the rest of the lounge was empty or else this might cause a huge stir with Minghao HR.

Snapping out of his daze, Dokyeom sneakily took out his phone. He took a picture of you and Jeonghan, sending it to Dr Na triumphantly. 

To Dr Na (Ophthalmology): [Picture]

To Dr Na (Ophthalmology): I’d say I win, so hand over the tickets (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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✏️ film major!mingyu x reader.

"the greatest films of all time were never made"? not if your ex, film student mingyu, can help it ✶ part of my svt university milestone event

⤿ college exes, exes to friends. more content under the cut. ♡⸝⸝ prompt from @taeraegyat & @gyubakeries!

DIR. BY KIM MINGYU

FADE IN INT. CINEMA '76, LOBBY - DAY

MINGYU enters with his DATE. MINGYU's eyes go wide when he notices YOU at the cinema's snack bar.

DATE Do you want some popcorn?

MINGYU (hesitant) Uh… Isn't it kind of expensive?

DATE shoots MINGYU a look. He heaves out a longsuffering sigh.

MINGYU Okay, I'll get us some.

MINGYU makes his way to the snack bar. YOU look up. His eyebrows furrow, because he can't read the look on your face as well as he used to.

MINGYU Hey, look—

YOU (interrupting) Welcome to Cinema '76. What can I get you?

MINGYU feels his heart drop in his stomach. He wants to explain, but then DATE comes up to him.

DATE Can you get us some soda, too?

MINGYU wishes he hadn't noticed the slight change in YOUR expression. But YOU keep your cool as you go to punch in the order.

YOU A large popcorn and two sodas. Anything else?

MINGYU I—

DATE And a pack of M&Ms, please.

YOU Got it.

MINGYU watches helplessly as you go get their snacks. When YOU return, he wordlessly hands over the payment. The tips of your fingers brush.

MINGYU (softly) Thanks.

YOU only give MINGYU a nod in response. He winces slightly when DATE grabs him by the arm.

DATE We'll miss the previews!

MINGYU Right, right.

MUSIC UP: "You Were Beautiful" by DAY6

MINGYU lets DATE drag him off. He casts one glance over his shoulder at YOU, except YOU'RE not even looking at him. Somehow, that's even worse.

INT. CINEMA '76, CINEMA 1 - DAY

The film is one of those cheesy romcoms. MINGYU thinks about how YOU had introduced him to his favorite romcom; how the two of you used to spend hours and hours debating over which was best.

His DATE leans over a lot to comment on things, he notices.

DATE (pressing close to MINGYU) I think Glen Powell is severely underrated...

MINGYU laughs, just a bit, because his first thought is how YOU would react to that opinion. He's also imagining the look on YOUR face if YOU saw somebody talking during a film.

YOU only allowed movie commentary if it was in the comfort of YOUR home. Otherwise, in public places like cinemas? YOU would glare daggers at anybody who dared.

DATE (CONT'D) ... And that's kind of like Sydney Sweeney, isn't it?

Crap. MINGYU has no idea what DATE had just said.

MINGYU (whispering) Yeah, I agree.

His DATE seems placated. Close call, thinks MINGYU. But he's also thinking about how the two of you would argue about everything. How YOU would never back down on YOUR opinion, and how he adored YOU for all YOUR convictions.

DATE goes to hold MINGYU's hand. He almost flinches away. But that would be rude, so he awkwardly lets them hold on.

It's cruel, but throughout the movie, MINGYU bears it by imagining that it's YOUR hand instead.

INT. CINEMA '76, LOBBY - EARLY EVENING

MINGYU emerges from the movie with DATE. He immediately drops their hand.

MINGYU Hey, uh, I think I was short on change from the cashier. Mind if I go check on that real quick?

DATE Oh, sure. I'll wait for you by the entrance.

MINGYU Thanks.

MINGYU rushes back to the snack bar. YOU'RE nowhere to be found. He checks his watch; YOUR shift has probably ended.

MINGYU (underneath his breath) Damn it.

MINGYU had wanted to explain. He does the next best thing. He fishes out his phone from his pocket and pulls up your contact, which is still your name with a heart emoji. He hasn't changed it after all this time.

He types and retypes several texts. When did you start working at Cinema '76? and You looked good and Can we talk, please? and I wished it was you during the entire two-hour runtime of the film.

In the end, he only sends out an I'm sorry.

MINGYU puts his phone away. He wanders back to DATE, who greets him with a helluva good question; they're looking at the posters for upcoming shows.

DATE (absentmindedly) How do you feel about sequels?

And, again, MINGYU is thinking of YOU.

MINGYU I think they're always worth a shot.

FIN.

[chanceonceli]

self indulgent af cause that's all I can write.

hyunjin x sensitive emotional fem reader that isn't used to love

I know it's bad but I've had a long day and I'm tired and lonely and I don't even know what I wrote.

you hoped the boys were too caught up with each other to notice you've sneaked away and now we're hiding in the bathroom. you couldn't explain why if anyone asked why you were crying. out of happiness.

the plan for the night was for everyone to be at chan and jeongin's place for a movie night. you were there before your boyfriend since he wanted to practice longer. he'd take a shower and join a bit later along with felix and minho. you didn't mind. it wasn't unusual for them to get caught up in their dance practice.

it was the way he greeted you that made you react this way. jisung was the one opening the door but hyunjin looked for you first. he looked tired when he walked over to hug you. his hair was still a little damp and you were going to say he should've dried it properly but your brain stopped working when he pulled you to his chest. and he kissed your hair.

something so normal had managed to make you tear up.

kisses on the lips or the neck could happen with a stranger. at a club for example. it doesn't necessarily require romantic feelings.

but

one holds a person that close and kiss them on the top of their head when they seek comfort.

and hyunjin found that comfort... in you.

you knew you weren't the easiest girl to love. yes, you were just as hopelessly romantic as him and that was something you both cherished. but you saw yourself as someone who's difficult to stay with. and hyunjin knew how stubbornly you believed that. he had even lost count of all the times you've said you knew he's going fall out of love and be done with you with a straight face. you really thought he'll get tired someday and leave.

yet those few seconds, what seemed like a simple greeting, changed everything. you could feel his breathing, his smile, his heartbeat, his love. it was a first for you. feeling truly needed. so could anyone really blame you for getting a little emotional over it?

[chanceonceli]

↳ WHAT A MAN ⭑

𝓼ynopsis. the little sweet things they do. 𝓹airing. enha!member x female!reader 𝓰enre. tooth rooting fluff, domestic. 𝔀arnings. mentions of nude (not in a malicious way), not proofread, english is not my 1st language. 𝔀𝓬. 1k+ 𝓶asterlist.

♡ 𝓪melie's 𝓷ote: hey there! how are you guys doing? excited for enhypen's comeback? because i surely am! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

― 𝓱eeseung: leftovers? it's his!

you know that boyfriend's who are the definition of a vacuum cleaner? heeseung is definitely one of them ― and it makes you fall even more in love. there's something about him finishing his meal first and waiting patiently for you to finish yours or giving/handing your leftovers to him. in the beginning of your relationship with heeseung, you were kind of taken back by his action, which made you ask him if he wasn't disgusted or something. however, this man looked straight into your eyes and replied: "no? babe, i kiss you every day, how could i be disgusted? i mean, how could i be disgusted of you?" ― how sweet... (╥﹏╥)

― 𝓳ongseong: bathe you when you're tired.

it's not a secret that jongseong is that type of domestic boyfriend or like the materialisation of husband material. with that, usually, when you come back home tired, your boyfriend makes sure to let you rest. he makes you food, then chooses a comfy pyjamas for you before leading you to your shared bedroom. with that, he would slowly and sweetly take off your clothes and reassure you he could do the laundry. jongseong then proceeds to leads you to the bathtub ― already running a warm bath ―, pampering you with butterfly kisses onto your shoulders while both of you wait for the water to fill the bathtub. and then finally you get into the bathtub, enjoying the way his hands massage your shoulders, how his lips feel against your tense muscles and hearing his whispers: "i'm so proud of you, i love you, sweetheart..."

― 𝓳aeyun: calls you layla's mum.

ever since you and jaeyun were friends, he has already called you layla's mum a hundred times, but it never hit you that much back then until both of you started dating. i think it is because of the moments jaeyun usually calls you that, being mostly of the time when he wants to cuddle his two girls ― you and layla. if you're still not convinced that it could be one of the sweetest thing he does, imagine this scenario: both of you cuddling on bed and then your boyfriend suddenly hears small whimpers coming from layla behind the door. and then he gently places a kiss on your forehead and opens the door for her, petting her head while speaking with a baby voice with her as well. "come here, layla!" he pats an empty spot on your shared bed, inviting her. "come here cuddle with your mum! ey~ good girl! jaeyun would tease you saying ― while giggling ― something like: "you're so cute... like your mum," ― literally the sweetest thing ever!

― 𝓼unghoon: remembers every little thing you say.

remember when you said you like that drink? me neither, but sunghoon surely does. sunghoon is known for being one of the introverts, however, he is one of the sweetest that's for sure. in the beginning of your relationship, you remember going out for a date with him, and while walking on the street holding hands, he pulls out something from his pocket and hands you. it was a small pink box. "what is this?" "um... open it," opening the small box, a beautiful necklace was revealed. "what...?" "you know," he would start, avoiding looking at you while feeling coy. "remember when you said you wanted a new necklace because yours was getting old?" your boyfriend looks at you for a brief second, waiting for you nod. "so... i know you didn't ask for me to buy it but... i bought one for you." and that was one of the moments you knew you were loving and falling for the right person: and not because of the necklace, but because of his intention.

― 𝓼unoo: cares about you and your (mental) health.

sunoo loves sharing, he can't forget that sharing is caring. with that, since both of you were just friends he always made sure to share everything with you. skincare products, perfumes, feelings... and you have the most clear memory of him being worried about you while you were out and have ate nothing more than an apple. don't do this to him. sunoo always says to you ― when you complain about your looks ― that he doesn't care, he cares about you! not your looks. ― "look, baby, i understand you. i have my insecurities too and we can work them together; two is better than one, right? i love you, i care about you and i hope you know you can count on me always."

― 𝓳ungwon: kisses your hand daily.

as a way to show love throughout the day, jungwon prefers to give you small acts of love, such as like: forehead kisses, doing the laundry, making the bed and tidying the room up, etc. it's not like he doesn't kiss you, but he doesn't feel the need to make you feel loved only by that. however, he knows how important it is for you, so he usually rather to kiss your hand. like, imagine both of you just sitting on the dinner table having a meal together and suddenly ― while chatting ― he takes your hand and gently places a kiss on it because he felt like it. or, imagine you accidentally cut your finger: jungwon will get a band-aid and give you a little hand kiss, kissing your forehead as well, wishing you feel a bit better.

― 𝓻iki: always covers your legs.

riki is usually wearing his large jumpers/hoodies, and that is for three reasons: 1. because he feels cool; 2. because he feels cold; 3. because he wants to protect you. protect you from what? i mean, you can't really stop a bullet from hitting someone with a hoodie right? yeah, it's obvious, with that, he just wants to protect you from the cold, creeps; mainly when you wear short skirts and you have to sit down on an underground seat or just simply waiting for the bus to arrive. it's this little thing he does that makes you feel cared and loved, even though riki has this playful and sometimes nonchalant personality.

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆

[chanceonceli]

the feeling of your skin is soft underneath minghao's fingers, and all he can think about right now is spending this vacation with you. it had been your idea to go away for his birthday, to take the vacation the two of you had been wanting to take for well over a year now (life gets in the way, unfortunately). turning it into a birthday present for him just makes it a little more special.

you're sleeping peacefully next to him, and he's just resting a hand at your hip. your shirt has ridden up while you turned in your sleep. his is twisted around himself, too, and he doesn't care to move and fix it right now. he's just watching you through his eyelashes, a little too awake to be asleep although his body yearns for just another fifteen minutes. he shuts his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss against the side of your face before snuggling back in.

"hao?" your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper in the low light of morning, but there. "i love you. happy birthday."

it definitely is when you're there with him.

[chanceonceli]

𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨!

nonidol!jung wooyoung x f!reader

the one where you're stuck in denial and wooyoung's determined to not be stuck in the friend zone.

7.7k words, fluff, f2l, they've kinda got a banter thing going on, he's in a frat cuz i said so, college au, swearing, kissing, mentions of alcohol and food, pining, obliviousness, jealousy/insecurity if you squint...? (sorry mark), barely proofread, overall pretty wholesome

a/n: okay... wooyo brainrot going hard lately, but anyways, hope u enjoy <3

The horizon glittered like a sea of molten gold when you stepped onto the sandy shores of the beach. Seagulls squawked overhead, riding the setting sky like your friends currently in the surf. You smiled to yourself, inhaling the briny air and slipping the shades off your nose and up onto your head. Your sandals hung limp in your hand as grains of sand embedded themselves into the soles of your bare feet while you jogged down the hill toward the bonfire and crowd of people.

The last week of summer before the fall semester brought your friends to convince you to come to their last bonfire at the beach. It wasn't difficult to persuade you.

“Oy, Yn! Head's up!"

Your eyes shot open and your head whipped up. Sandals fell from your hand as they came up to grab the frisbee out of the sky. It was plastic and blue, with scratches engraved into its surface from thorough use.

Hoots of approval erupted from further down the bank. "Nice catch!" Yeonjun praised as he jogged to meet you in the middle. A light blue Hawaiian shirt hung loose off his lean frame, unbuttoned to display the glorious, toned muscles of his chest.

You grinned, handing him the frisbee before picking your sandals back up. The two of you walked together back towards the group. "Thanks. How're you, Jun?"

He pulled you into a brief, yet affectionate side hug. "I'm great! You?"

"Same here." You had been itching for an outing—and dreading the first day back to class—so this would be good for you. “Who's here today?”

“Ah, y'know, the usuals.” He grinned at you then, sending you a teasing wink. “Your lover boy's here for sure. He wouldn't miss this for the world.”

Your skin warmed at the playful comment and you were failing to pretend it was just because it was hot out here. You rolled your eyes. “He is not my lover boy.”

“Based on the fact you knew who I was talking about though,” he drawled with a singsong tone. He let out a loud guffaw at your less than gruntled expression. “You know, he ditched his frat's annual pool party to be here.”

“That's his prerogative—I don't know how that relates to me,” you said with your palms raised up helplessly.

As you turned around to walk in front of him, Yeonjun wrinkled his nose with a grin. “It's cute when you're in denial.”

You scoffed, backpedaling in the opposite direction to where Changbin was hollering for him to hurry up with the frisbee. “Denial, as if.”

“Whatever you say, Cher,” he snickered, then raised his hand up in goodbye to jog across the sands to the game of frisbee.

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. The sun glared in your eyes as you trudged through the sand toward the sounds of your other friends hollering at you from the barbeque and speaker system set up. You flicked your shades back over your eyes, an easy smile coming to your face. “Hi everyone! Smells delicious over here.”

Chan was stationed at the small, portable barbeque with a bottle of beer in his hand. He smiled as you neared, digging his hand into the cooler beside him to pass you a fresh bottle of hard lemonade. “You're right on time, Yn. Dinner is almost ready.”

“I do believe I have impeccable timing,” you mused, thanking him while accepting the bottle. You dropped your sandals to the sand by your feet so you could free your hands and twist the bottle cap off.

“So glad you could make it, Yn!” Lia chimed in from her spot beneath the beach tent. She and Chaeryeong were lying on their stomachs with books splayed out before them for a light beach read.

“Hey guys! Glad I could make it, too—”

“Oh my god, is that Yn Ln?”

Your head whipped around in the direction of the new voice, and you watched as Felix trudged up the sandy bank with his surfboard under his arm, his free hand brushing back his strands of damp hair.

“Felix Lee, you've been chickening out on me all summer.”

He gave a lazy smile back at you as the two of you clasped hands in greeting, his being cold and wet from the waves and yours dry and gritty with sand. “You say that like you haven't been working all summer. Anyways, there's someone who's been dying to see you even more than me.”

You could spot the impish mischief in the blond's eyes from a mile away. “I feel like everyone's been telling me the same thing, but I haven't seen Wooyoung anywhere.”

“First time she says my name, and it's not even to my face,” came a dramatic sigh from somewhere behind you.

The organ in your chest kicked into action and you turned to face the newcomer bounding toward the group from up the hill where the parking lot was. He was clad in a pair of board shorts and a tank top, his skin glowing in the golden afternoon light. “Speak of the Devil,” you jested, poking your tongue into your cheek as you smiled.

Jung Wooyoung peered at you from over the rim of his sunglasses as they slipped down the slope of his nose, then pushed them up to nestle in his locks of dark brown hair. “That nickname's a new one.”

“It's an expression, Jung,” you said, eyebrow arched.

He gave yet another melodramatic sigh. “And she's back to the last name-calling. Would it kill you to try a 'sweetheart’ or a 'darling’ one of these days?”

“I think Yn would rather go into cardiac arrest before calling you by your first name, mate,” Felix gave a warm laugh as he sidled up beside his friend, propping his arm up onto Wooyoung's shoulder.

You lifted your bottle of lemonade in salute. “Lix, you are not wrong. Where've you been anyways, Jung?”

“Did you hear that? She cares about my whereabouts,” he gasped in giddy delight, palm over his mouth as if he and Felix were co conspirators. “I'll have you know, Ln, that Hyunjin and I were scouting for ice cream carts, but he had a phone call to take so I came back here.”

You gave a pleasant hum, knocking back a sip of the spiked lemonade. “An ice cream cart? A man after my own heart.”

“Took you that long to notice?”

You weren't given much time to ponder on that statement before everyone's attention turned to Chan, who announced that it was finally time to eat. By some miraculous force of nature, Hyunjin heard Chan's call, too, and came barreling down the hill toward base camp a few moments later. The frisbee was laid to rest, the books were marked for later, and the bonfire was set ablaze.

With delicious eats and favored company, the lot of you gathered around with one another to have dinner and watch the sun slowly sink into the horizon line. It was the perfect cap to a long and warm summer.

A few hours later, when the sun had only just disappeared from view to leave the sky a lingering shade of hazy orange, you settled beside Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yeonjun on one side of the fire pit while Chan sat on his stool with a ukulele he kept in his backseat. (You were pretty sure that ukulele lived in his backseat at this rate. Once, you saw him buckle the thing with its own seatbelt. To each their own, you supposed.)

“So Wooyoung-ah,” drawled Changbin from his perch beside Hyunjin, as the two of them plucked chips out of the same bag, “did Hongjoong say if movie night was confirmed for next Friday?”

All eyes flickered over to Wooyoung expectantly, and you found yourself meeting his gaze as his own flitted from your eyes and back to Changbin. “I’m pretty sure we're still on for Friday, yeah. All of you better be there,” he said pointedly, his finger drawing over the group.

“What time is it again?” Yeonjun asked as he shoved a marshmallow into his cheek. You smiled to yourself and poked at it, making him send an adorable scowl your way.

Wooyoung pursed his lips. “Ah… it should start around nine o'clock. But make sure you guys text me first so I can let you in. Sometimes the pledges don't care to ask before collecting fees at the door.”

Nods and murmurs of agreement resounded from around the group. Each one of you had your own experience with getting hassled for entry fee at the ATZ fraternity door before Wooyoung or one of his frat brothers came to collect you. You remembered Felix once joking about having all of your names on a list or something.

“Ln, you're coming, aren't you?” Wooyoung nodded at you from across the bonfire. He leaned his elbows onto his knees, his fine features illuminated by the fires.

Your pulse skipped. “Hm? Oh, uhm, yeah I'm pretty sure.”

A smile curled onto his lips. “Good.”

From beside you, Yeonjun lightly smacked the back of his hand against your shoulder. “Hey, you should totally invite that guy from our Econ class—y’know from last quarter—?”

Your eyebrows creased. “Mark?”

“Who's Mark?” The question Wooyoung posed was innocent, but you couldn't help hyperfixate on the way he tilted his head and pressed his lips together.

And for some reason, you wanted to clear this up. “Mark from Econ,” you said. “He, Jun, and I used to sit with each other during class. I dunno if he'd wanna come with…” You somewhat kept in touch with Mark over the summer, but it wasn't like the two of you hung out solo or anything.

Yeonjun shoved another marshmallow into his mouth, but still spoke through it, “Mawk's cool doe. I fink he iked you.”

“Ooh, someone had a crush on you, Yn?” Hyunjin snickered.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “He did not have a crush on me; he was just nice.”

“You should invite him anyway!” Chaeryeong piped up as she leaned over you and Lia to steal a marshmallow from Yeonjun's bag. The owner of said bag watched the stolen marshmallow get swallowed whole with wide eyes. “More the merrier.”

“As long as Woo lets him in,” Felix muttered into his plastic cup so his words were slightly muffled. You didn't hear what he said, but you saw Wooyoung whack him and induce a Felix-standard fairy giggle.

You reached into Yeonjun's marshmallow bag, pretending he wasn't gawking at you with even wider eyes to guilt you into not taking his precious. “Okay, I will ask, but no promises.”

“Who the fuck is Mark from Econ?”

San barely glanced up from what he was reading and he flipped the page to the tune of Wooyoung's rapid pacing of their shared room. “He's from Econ, I'm guessing.”

Wooyoung stopped in the middle of the open space between their beds, hands braced on their hips. He had just gotten home from the bonfire after having dropped off Hyunjin, Yeonjun, and Changbin at their apartment. When he'd arrived home to the ATZ fraternity on Greek Row, he had not been surprised to find nearly everyone still awake, even at one in the morning.

San, as always, had his nose buried in a bout of nightly reading. He claimed it helped him sleep better, but how could it if he sometimes stayed up until five in the morning because he was so invested?

“That's very helpful, thanks,” Wooyoung deadpanned.

His friend spared him a glance from over the book's edge. Then after one peak at his sorry state, San sighed and stuck an old receipt into the book to mark it for later. “Did they mention a last name? Mark who?”

Wooyoung waved his hand around. “Agh, I dunno. Yeonjun said in the car ride home something about a Mark Lee…”

San blinked, head tilting to the side in thought. “Mark Lee? Like the Mark Lee from NCT down the street?”

For a moment, Wooyoung only stared with furrowed brows, allowing the information presented to process through his brain. When it hit him, it was clear as day. He groaned, dragging his palms down his face as he plopped down on the edge of his bed. “We can't let him into Friday's movie night, Sannie.”

“And why not? He's a nice dude.”

“That is exactly why we can't let him in!” At the way San's face arranged itself into the epitome of confusion, Wooyoung waved his hands around in a manic craze. “If he gets cozy with Yn, my chances are ruined.”

San gave up; he picked up his book again. “Sounds like a skill issue.”

“Movie night? Dark setting? Sharing blankets? Fairy lights overhead?” Wooyoung flopped onto his back and glared at the ceiling. It was the perfect way to get closer to you if he could somehow make it not weird since you were almost always with one of your other friends. This could arguably be his big breakthrough with you; it had all of the makings of a romantic night… as long as everything went right.

He just needed to be absolutely sure that your feelings and his feelings were on the same page.

San sighed, the book flopping onto his lap. “Why can't you just—I don't know—insert yourself?” He made a motion with his arm, his dimples digging into his cheeks as he pressed his lips together in a deadpan, arm jutting straightforward. “Insert. Like… insert.”

Wooyoung craned his head up from his position. “Like—insert?”

“Insert,” San affirmed. “She sits down, and you sit down next to her before anyone else can. Easy.”

“So you want me to be a parasite?”

San scoffed and fixed Wooyoung with a pointed look. “If you're not going to tell her to her face that you like her—”

“Parasitism, it is!”

As the days grew closer to the ATZ frat's annual fall movie night, you had to admit that you might have been severely procrastinating on extending an invitation to Mark. Mark was, by all counts, a nice guy. He was a good guy, in fact. But it wasn't like the two of you were buddy-buddy with each other, as Yeonjun made it sound like to everyone else. It was the equivalent of your mom asking you to invite your neighbor to your birthday party—they were nice enough, but you weren't close enough to ensure this wouldn't be awkward.

Plus, you couldn't get this sticky feeling out of the back of your mind about Yeonjun claiming Mark liked you. There was no problem, per se, with a guy liking you. It was just that… you weren't interested in him like that. You also didn't want other people thinking that you were interested in him either, and getting the wrong idea.

You tried to convince yourself that you weren't interested in anyone at the moment, but you knew, deep in your heart of hearts, that wasn't true. You just didn't want to admit it. (A tragedy, indeed.)

When the first Friday night of the university term rolled around, you and your friends pulled up outside the ATZ frat house without Mark Lee. You'd admitted to them that it was awkward, so the subject was easily brushed away. There was nothing they could do about it now, anyway.

When they strolled up to the entryway, Yeonjun told the pledges at the front that they were with Wooyoung. As per protocol, they forced you all to wait outside until Wooyoung could get there from wherever he was within the house. You could hear the music thumping from the backyard, along with chatter and laughter, all from people waiting for the movie night to start.

You shivered as you hugged your arms around your body, a cool autumn breeze blowing past. “Damn, I should've brought a jacket,” you laughed, hopping around from foot to foot to stay warm. Or maybe you should've worn a sweater rather than a T-shirt over your pajama shorts.

Lia perked up. “Oh! I think I have o—”

Felix's eyes widened as he interjected, “No, you don't!”

Everyone passed Felix a strange look, especially you and Lia. Curiously, you watched as Felix seemingly communicated with Lia in silent, urgent facial expressions before smiling at you like his regular, ray-of-sunshine self.

You blinked. What in the world…?

Lia turned back toward you with an apologetic wince on her face. “I think I took my jacket out of the backseat before I left the house. Sorry, Yn.”

“Oh, that's okay,” you assured her. “I'll, uh, probably steal Chan's blanket or something once we get settled.”

Wooyoung appeared at the door moments later, a lollipop stick between his teeth and a cozy dark blue hoodie on his frame. Like many others here tonight, he was in a pair of pajama pants and fluffy slippers. “Hey guys! Come on in.”

Thankful for the excellent timing, you all slipped inside the front doors of the frat to get to the backyard. The movie night was usually held in the backyard space just because it could hold more people. The movie was then projected against the back of the house with an old projector that was apparently passed down from generation to generation of the frat. There was oftentimes a table to the side that was stocked with snacks and booze for all those attending.

Wooyoung led the group of you out into the backyard, specifically to a spot with a decent view, already laid out with picnic blankets and regular blankets. “Tada!” He exclaimed with jazz hands, catching the amused gaze of others nearby. “I reserved a spot for all of us!”

“Without permission!” Somebody—you recognized Yunho's teasing grin from over by the snack table—yelled.

“Seonghwa hyung said I could!” Wooyoung shot back in proper little sibling fashion. He stuck one of his hands into his pockets and took his lollipop out. “Anyways, help yourselves!”

“This is really cool of you, dude,” Changbin said as he bumped Wooyoung's fist and settled on one corner of the setup.

Chan hobbled over toward Changbin. “Yeah, man. We really appreciate it.”

You murmured your own thanks to Wooyoung as you passed by him to decide on where to sit.

His eyes flickered over your form, noting the way you used your palms to keep your arms warm. “Hey, Ln.”

“Jung,” you mused back.

“You didn't bring a jacket?” He asked incredulously. “It's gonna get colder tonight.”

Sheepishness washed over you and you scratched your head with an embarrassed smile. “I'll be fine under the blankets.”

He shook his head, dissatisfaction clear on his face, as he stuck his lollipop back into his mouth and began shouldering off his jacket.

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. “Hey, wait—I’ll be fine—”

Wooyoung held out the jacket to you, eyebrows lifting in silent communication. 'Put it on.’

You pursed your lips and considered it for a moment. You knew that he was right and it was going to get colder later tonight. You could only bring the blanket up so far… Slowly, you slipped into it with his help, and your upper body was immediately grateful for the warmth.

Wooyoung spun you around to face him again, swiftly reaching for the zipper at the bottom to zip you up.

“Oh, you don't have to—” You shut up with one look from him. You could feel your skin begin to warm, not just because of the residual heat from Wooyoung's body heat on the jacket. You weren't exactly used to this, but you also weren't going to complain. This article of clothing smelled sinfully good—was that his cologne or how he always smelled?

When you were all zipped up, his lips pressed into a content smile. “I'm gonna go grab another jacket. I'll be right back,” he said, throwing a thumb back in the direction of the house.

Based on the fact he was only wearing a tank top underneath the jacket you now wore, you nodded vigorously. “Yeah, of course,” you stammered. “Thanks.”

His smile widened. “No problem, Yn. You look good in it.”

You didn't get another word in because he was darting across the backyard and disappearing inside the house before you could. You were sure you looked as flustered as you felt, and you slowly sank onto the blanket set up beside Chaeryeong and Lia.

From down the line, you could feel your friends’ eyes and wagging brows.

“Don't say anything,” you said to them, pulling your knees to your chest and pretending you weren't in heaven from how nice the jacket felt and smelled. (Oh god, were you being weird about this?)

A snort from Hyunjin.

Felix giggled. “Not a single word.”

By the time Wooyoung returned, Hongjoong was beginning to fire up the movie of choice tonight (Parasite—how fitting) and the backyard had been substantially populated.

Though there was no Mark Lee tonight to be a parasite about, Wooyoung settled on the other side of Chaeryeong who was right beside you. There was a bucket of popcorn per every three or so of you. You dipped into the bucket closest to you, which was the one in front of Chaeryeong.

At some point during the movie, Chaeryeong raised her head from where she was resting against your shoulder and searched the area around you. “Hey,” she whispered to you, “my friend from the Delta sorority is over there and I'm gonna go say hi.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

As she clambered to her feet, you met Wooyoung's eyes from her other side. He had tugged his own hood over his head, so only his bangs hung out of it. He nodded toward Chaeryeong in question: ‘Where’s she going?’

“Just a friend,” you answered quietly.

From your other side, you heard Lia make a small gasping sound. “Ooh, I'm gonna say hi, too!”

When both of them had cleared out, you craned your head around to see if you recognized the Delta they went to greet. You did not, and so you stayed put.

It didn't take long for you to realize that you were pretty sure Lia and Chaeryeong were over there for much more than a hello, which was completely fine—you were simply going to hog all of their blanket space—

A throat cleared on your left side, and you watched Wooyoung take the shared popcorn bucket and scoot over into where Chaeryeong was sitting next to you. “So we can reach easier,” he reasoned, shoveling a handful of buttered kernels into his mouth.

You couldn't and didn't argue with that. Though, you were unsure of how fast your heart was beating now that you and he were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

But you turned your attention back to the movie because obviously there was nothing wrong with this. There was absolutely nothing about sitting this close to Wooyoung that was making you flustered—

You jolted when your hand touched his in the popcorn bucket, both of you having blindly reached in.

Your eyes met in the dark again, and you hoped he couldn't see just how affected you were by the touch. “Sorry,” you whispered, withdrawing your hand swiftly.

“No, it's okay,” he murmured back, a small lift in the corner of his lips. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

When the movie reached its inevitable conclusion, it was nearing midnight. Though the projector was turned off, there were plenty of people still lingering to chat and drink. You wiped your hands on a napkin and smeared on a dollop of hand sanitizer that Chan usually kept in his pocket. (The crazy man was always prepared.)

Lia and Chaeryeong eventually came back to the group, but you and Wooyoung scooted over so they could sit next to each other on your right. Your arm was still pressed to his arm, and you still kept his jacket on. It had done a brilliant job at keeping you warm tonight; you were dreading parting with it.

“Can we help you guys clean up or anything?” You asked him as you passed him Chan's bottle of hand sanitizer to use.

He hummed, “Uh, I think we should be okay. We'll probably just end up leaving half of it out to clean up in the morning anyway.”

You nodded, taking the hand sanitizer back from him so you could pass it down the assembly line to Chan.

“Oh, by the way,” Wooyoung piped up. “Whatever happened to that Mark guy you were gonna invite?”

You paused, cupping the back of your neck. “Ah… yeah, I didn't actually invite him,” you admitted. “I just thought it would be awkward 'cause we're not really that close.”

He bobbed his head in understanding. “I see, I see. So what Yeonjun said about him…?”

“Your first mistake was listening to Yeonjun.”

Two people down, you heard a squawk of indignation. “Hey! I heard that!”

A chuckle rang out amongst your group. Changbin and Chan's end of the blanket mass suddenly began standing up, the former of which was propping up a half-conscious Felix, citing needs to get the blond to bed. The rest of you wholeheartedly agreed and joined them, empty popcorn buckets in hand to deposit back at the snack table.

As soon as your bare legs hit the cold night air, you gazed forlornly at the blanket you'd been using before. “Jung, let me give you back your jacket,” you said, catching his attention before he wandered off.

But instead of waiting for you to take off the garment, he placed a hand over yours to stop you from unzipping it. “Keep it,” he said.

“Keep it?” You parroted back dumbly.

He broke into a smile. “Yeah, it'll keep you warm until you get home.”

For a moment, you could only stare. Was he always this pretty? Or was it just the fairy lights that were turned on overhead? You swallowed, your lips curling into a small smile back. “Oh okay—thanks. I'll get it back to you as soon as possible.”

“Whatever you say,” he chuckled and reached over to pat your head. The action made a jolt of warmth run down your spine from your head to your toes. Maybe you were just tired.

Saturday night, you found yourself jostling around in the crowd of all the other late night snackers at the fast food chain a few blocks from the stadium. The first college football game of the season had just ended, and all of your friends who had gone agreed to get a bite to eat afterward. It seemed, however, that nearly everyone else at the game had the same idea.

The establishment was packed to the brim, at least the ordering area was. Your friends had gone outside to score one of the picnic benches for your group, while you, Changbin, and Felix were stuck here to order. (It was all because the three of you sorely lost a game of rock, paper, scissors, and now your wallet would pay, quite literally.) Servers behind the counter hollered out order numbers, and plastic trays of burgers, fries, milkshakes, and grease passed hands.

Your mouth was already watering; cheering and screaming for three hours was a good way to make yourself famished. “Do we have everyone's orders?” You asked your friends, sticking your head in the open space between their shoulders.

Changbin flashed you the group text. “If it's not here, they're starving.”

“Amen to that,” Felix grunted, shaking his bangs out of his eyes and scrolling through his social media fees. “I think Hyunjin and Yeonjun purposely ordered the triple cheeseburger and loaded fries to break our banks.”

“We need to watch that WikiHow video on winning rock, paper, scissors,” you said. The three of you sighed altogether—next time, you wouldn't rely on just luck to get you through something so high stakes.

“You guys look like we just lost the actual game,” mused a familiar voice behind you.

Wooyoung appeared at your side, elbow propped onto your shoulder, accompanied by a couple of his frat brothers, San and Jongho. Wooyoung had a university branded cap over his head with a pair of cherry red heart glasses seated up on the bill, a bit of school spirit in the form of black and red. “I see you lost rock, paper, scissors, Ln.”

You scowled. Of course he knew how you ended up here. After all, he was subjected to it whenever he hung out with your group of friends. “Do you wanna take over my share of the bill, Jung?”

“Do I get something in return?”

“I don't know, your jacket?”

He grinned. “Oh, so you weren't planning on just giving it back to me?”

“I will gladly keep it if you don't want it. She's in the dryer right now,” you shot back. At some point, your heart had kicked up in your chest again, perhaps at the proximity of Wooyoung to you. There wasn't much space in here as it was.

The line scooted up about two centimeters, and Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up in amusement. “You’re washing it after wearing it once? Or maybe you've been wearing it for the past twelve hours and you're just not telling me.”

You ignored the warmth creeping up your neck. “It's called being courteous.”

“It's called wasting water,” he teased, the elbow on your shoulder shifting to an arm slung around both of your shoulders.

“Oh please. It's being washed with the rest of my clothes!” You exclaimed in your defense as you grew more flustered.

Something giddy lit up on his face as the group of you moved up closer to the register. “So that jacket's gonna smell like you? I might not ever wash it again, Ln.”

It was an unholy amount of time later that you, your friends, and the frat trio finally made it out of the stuffy fast food restaurant with your massive order. Instead of a picnic bench, however, it seemed that both your friends and Wooyoung's were exiled to the curb by the street. The sight was rather laughable—around fifteen or so people seated on the firelane like a line of abandoned ducklings.

Everyone practically swarmed the to-go bags that you and your friends deposited in the grass. You picked up one of the cartons of fries for yourself, standing just outside the circle that had formed.

Mingi was recalling one of the plays from tonight's game with vivid acting when you heard your name being called from down the road.

Curious, your eyes tracked the sound, only to see a group of fraternity guys making their way towards you from the direction of Greek Row. Among them, it was Mark Lee that you recognized first in a red bomber jacket and backwards cap. His cheeks were flushed and eyes twinkled like a pair of diamond earrings.

“YN LN! IS THAT YOU?” He giggled, and you just knew that the poor guy was drunk off his face.

One of his friends with a bunny-looking face grappled onto his arm with a groan. “Sorry! He was double-dared to take one too many shots by this bastard,” he said when they neared and cut a glare to one of the tall boys behind him. Said tall boy whistled, pretending not to hear him.

Yunho cupped his hands around his mouth and gave a loud holler. “Aye, N-City! Jungwoo, where the hell have you been, man?"

“It’s called the engineering program, bro,” the one you assumed to be Jungwoo grumbled. He hobbled over to where Yunho was seated in the circle and knocked his fist against the latter's. “Oh my god, can I steal a fry? That line over there looks awful.”

Mingi lifted his tray of fries up for Jungwoo to pluck a few.

Mark, with the supervision of his bunny friend, scuttled over toward you. “Fries sound so good, dude. Like bro. BRO. I am so hungry.” He giggled again as you extended your fries out to him in amusement. “Thanks, Yn. Do I still owe you for coffee that one time?” He slurred, shoving the slices of potato into his mouth.

You chuckled, offering his friend some fries, but was quietly rejected. “Coffee? That was like, once, Mark. Don't worry about it.”

“I know, but like—like, I keep thinking about it, y'know,” he confessed. In the streetlight, you could see his cherry red cheekbones… almost the color of Wooyoung's glas—what. Where did that thought come from?

Absent-mindedly, your eyes flickered across the circle to where you knew Wooyoung was seated with his brothers. To your surprise, you found him already staring your way.

“—it’d be cool to get coffee again sometime, and be friends! I almost took the next econ class in the series 'cause of you.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, forcing yourself back to the people in front of you and being unable to suppress a giggle. You were touched by the sentiment, and frankly, relieved to hear that you and he were pretty much on the same page about being friends. “The next class in the series is kind of ass though, so I'm glad you aren't gonna have to suffer through it.”

“Aw, but we're all in this together!” He chirped.

His friend gave Mark a small pat on his arm. “We should get a move on before the crowds get worse.”

Mark's eyes widened and he gasped. “You're right, hyung!”

“See you, guys,” you said with a small wave. The two boys threw a similarly warm goodbye to you as they slipped past you and toward the jam-packed fast food joint you had braved just earlier.

Across the wide social circle, Wooyoung couldn't hear exactly what yours and Mark's conversation entailed because of all the chatter. Sue him for being caught staring at you, but he couldn't keep his eyes off you, as per usual. There was a familiar pang in his chest as he watched you bid Mark and Doyoung from the NCT fraternity goodbye, and he mindlessly finished off the tray of fries in front of him.

Although you technically implied to him last night that there was nothing between you and Mark, there was undoubtedly a part of him that still felt jittery at the thought.

There was a nudge against his arm. “Glare even harder, and Mark might wake up with a pair of holes in the back of his head.”

Wooyoung moved his scowl to San beside him, a snicker falling from his best friend's mouth. “I'm not glaring,” Wooyoung protested and reached for a napkin in the middle of the circle.

“Oh, right,” San drawled, “you're staring at Yn.”

“Yes, and?” He shot back. “What'd'you think they were talking about?” He could practically hear the sound of your giggles in his ears after Mark said something. Wooyoung didn't like the way that made his stomach churn—the fact that this other guy was making you laugh. Did he make you laugh like that? Did you look that radiant when you were with him? God, why did you have to be so gobsmackingly gorgeou—

San considered him for a moment as he chewed on the bite of his burger. “Why don't you ask her yourself?” He muttered with a vague gesture of his aioli-covered fingers, “I dunno, go offer to drive her home or something.”

“That's the first good idea I've heard all night.” Wooyoung hopped to his feet, a misshapen plan (of sorts) manifesting in his head. Hopefully it would work out better than the movie night one. (But by some metrics, he could consider movie night a success…)

San exhaled under his breath as his friend went to go find a trash can first. “Can't believe he actually went with that,” he said with a shake of his head. He could only hope now that his friend would finally put himself out of his misery.

Having finished your post-game snack, drowsiness was slowly seeping into your joints and the corners of your eyes. It was bound to be nearing midnight at this time, and with all of the excitement within the past two days, you were about ready to head back.

You swept your eyes over the group to gauge if any of your other friends looked about ready to go home, too, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Can I give you a lift home?” Wooyoung asked as he stood there, cap and glasses hanging from his hand while the other carded through his hair.

Well. “It's like you read my mind, Jung,” you mused. “Do you and your brothers not usually carpool though?”

“Eh, Hongjoong hyung brought the minivan.”

You didn't know why that comment made you laugh—perhaps it was the image of a bunch of ATZ frat members shoved into a soccer mom minivan with Hongjoong at its helm—but a laugh most definitely tumbled from your lips. The sound and sight reflected in Wooyoung's expression, a boyish grin coming to his face and reaching his eyes. “Alright, fine. As long as by taking me home, you aren't abandoning them on the streets.”

The two of you began walking side by side to where he would lead you back toward wherever his car was parked. “Nah,” he reassured you with a shake of his head. He took his cherry heart glasses and slid them up into his hair. “A nice walk home might keep them humble, y'know?”

“And who's to say you don't need humbling, Jung?” You joked.

A smirk curled up on his mouth like a cat's tail. “What? Are you going to humble me, Ln?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug to cover up the rapid pulse hammering away in your veins. “I could finesse your keys, you never know.”

He motioned to the left where his sedan was parked along the side of the street. “I'll have you know that you already have one of my keys,” he said as he rounded his car to reach the driver's seat.

You crinkled your brows together, your hand lingering on the door to the passenger's seat as he fished his keys out to unlock the car. “What key?”

“The key to my heart,” he winked, smile widening.

You glanced away, tongue jamming into your cheek to suppress your flustered smile, but by the sounds of Wooyoung's glee from the other side of the car, you were unsuccessful. “You tell that to all the girls?” You finally said when the car chirped and you slipped into the passenger's seat.

Your car doors slammed in tandem.

“Nope, that one's just for you,” he said, tossing his hat in the back and starting the engine.

The fluttery feeling in your chest was making it difficult for you to sit still. If you were so enraptured by his scent clinging to the fabric of his jacket, then his car must have been level two. Your body melted into the car seat, and you turned your head to watch the world pass through the window with a content expression on your face.

There had been something gnawing at you for a while now. You knew Wooyoung boasted a rather flirty personality; he had always been pretty outgoing and teasing ever since you met. There were so many signs that pointed to him liking you more than just a friend, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions. (Denial? What was that?)

Was this different from when Yeonjun suggested that Mark liked you? Well, yes. This was different because you… it was different because this was Wooyoung, not Mark. It was different because you were suddenly marinating on the idea of him liking you, and not dismissing it like you had with Mark.

You were growing giddy at the idea, in fact. And maybe that made you nervous.

A thought appeared in your head. “Oh, I guess it's a good thing you're taking me home, because now I can give you back your jacket.” For a moment, you deeply considered casually “forgetting” to return the garment, but your integrity won out.

You saw him glance over at you before returning his eyes to the road. “Right, right. Good idea,” he murmured. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip then. “Hey, uhm, weird question.”

“Uh oh,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Yah, it's not an 'uh oh!’ I was just wondering what Mark came to talk to you about.”

Oh. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when he said he had a weird question.

Your eyes flickered over to him for a second. “You seem awfully interested in me and Mark,” you drawled, uncertain of where this was going.

“I mean—I know you said last night that you guys aren't that close,” he supplemented, tongue swiping over his lip as he turned the corner onto your street, “but he seemed pretty friendly tonight.”

“Mark’s always friendly,” you pointed out. Part of it was just so you could prod a little and figure out why Wooyoung was pursuing this.

“You're not wrong.”

Your head tilted to the side. “So?”

“So?”

You let out a small laugh. “Hey, Jung, what's going on? You're usually not so antsy about these things, especially not with me.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and your fingers drummed mindlessly against your thigh in anticipation.

Wooyoung glanced over at you again, his lips pressing together. He was entering your apartment complex street now and carefully pulled up along the curb outside. “I would argue that it's the complete opposite.”

“Huh?”

“You can't possibly think that this whole time I haven't been head over heels for you?” He blurted.

Even if the car had stopped, your heart rate most definitely hadn't.

At your loss for words, he killed the engine. “Like, you think I stare at you for fun? No, actually, I stare at you because I'm literally just so attracted to you, it's survival.”

You sucked in a breath. “Jung…”

“And you know, I try to be as obvious as I can, but maybe I'm not? And I'm—I’m trying to be as loud about my feelings as possible,” he continued on, adding in an accompaniment of sweeping hand gestures. “Without actually admitting to my feelings, as stupid as it sounds.”

“Jung. Jung, wait—”

“This wasn't supposed to turn into a ramble, but what I'm trying to say is—”

“Wooyoung.”

He screeched to a halt, eyes widened as if you'd just grown two heads.

Oh, you were so endeared by this man. In this snapshot of time, there was nothing other than utter adoration in your heart for him. “You were probably being very loud, but I'm also hard of hearing sometimes.”

“Extremely,” he agreed with his mouth pressed into a line.

“Hey!”

He broke into a grin that was soft at the corners and tender at the eyes. “Just so you know, I don't treat anyone else like you. You're probably the only person I will ever address by their last name as a term of endearment.”

You laughed, skin warming to the touch. “I'll admit—same here.” A jolt of electricity warmed down your spine at the admission.

“I can't persuade you to even try a 'honey’ or a ‘baby?’ Not even a 'sweetie pie?’”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Maybe you'll unlock some of them as time goes on. It has to feel right.”

He leaned forward onto the center console, a small, happy sigh falling from his mouth. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I can deal with that.”

In reply, you twisted around in your seat to face him, your head leaned against the car seat. “Just so we're clear though…”

“I like you—I do.”

“Good.” Your lips curled into a smile. “I like you, too.”

In the low light of the car, the sky darkened and the only light coming from the streetlight a few cars away, you and Wooyoung shared a soft moment together. The thing that had been needling at the back of your mind was finally subsiding.

Swallowing, you reached forward to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, and his eyes seemed to shudder. “Yeonjun once called you my lover boy.”

“I'm pretty sure all of our friends knew how I felt,” he snorted.

You made a small gesture with your shoulder, wincing. “Except for me?”

“Except for you,” he sighed jokingly. “Utter pain. But you know what?”

“What's that?”

“I think I like being your lover boy.”

You slowly nodded. “It has a nice ring to it.” You couldn't help another smile as you rolled it over and over in your mind. Your lover boy, your lover boy, your lover boy… “My lover boy.”

Wooyoung pressed his palms together like he was praying, his hands touching his lips. “Give me the strength—I can't not kiss you after hearing that come out of your mouth.”

Your heart gave an aggressive palpitation. “Well… I wouldn't be opposed.”

“Hey, lover girl,” he said, mouth split open with a pretty grin, “can I kiss you?”

How could you refuse?

He leaned forward and cradled one side of your face with one hand so he could press his lips against your own. If there was any doubt left in your mind about how you felt for him, it was all dashed away once he kissed you.

When your eyes fluttered open, you met his gaze.

“I think,” he murmured, thumb drawing over your bottom lip, “I just fell for you all over again.

God, how could you compete with that line? You ducked your head, unabashedly flustered. He only cooed at your reaction and came forward to smack a long kiss to your cheek.

When it was determined that you would finally head up to your apartment for the evening, you reluctantly clambered out of his vehicle. He rolled down his window so he could drape himself out of it like a damsel in a tower, his eyes shaped like hearts.

“Is it safe to say that I can keep your jacket?” You jested, stopping in front of his window.

He huffed a laugh. “You know, I thought you'd never ask. But you'll have to trade me for something of yours.”

“Deal, Jung.” You were certain you could think of something.

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𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓐 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 「 II 」

๋࣭⭑ pairing: wooyoung x reader ๋࣭⭑ au: non idol! | strangers to lovers | slow burn ๋࣭⭑ genre: fluff | crack | angst ๋࣭⭑ summary: Being gifted what was supposed to be a gag joke, turns out to be the real deal. An actual genie in a bottle, ready to serve her new master.

Everyone stood still, the woman now stretching her limbs, a yawn escaping her as she took her in scenery. 8 gorgeous looking men, but one catching her eye. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she did a bow, a dramatic one at that.

“ now, who had the pleasure of rubbing my bottle?” The young woman spoke, looking at each blushing male.

Hongjoong let out a cough, catching the woman attention. “ That would be Wooyoung. There’s no way you’re actually a genie..”

The young woman eyes sparkled with delight as she nodded her head eagerly. “ of course i am! What, did you think i threw a smoke bomb in here and just POOF crawled out the floor?”

Snickers came from Yunho and Mingi, trying their best to ignore the harsh stare from Hongjoong. “ well, no but-“

“ ah, i didn’t even introduce myself. My name is yn ln. Who exactly is Wooyoung?” yn asked, looking around curiously.

Everyone pointed to Wooyoung, who gulped nervously as yn eagerly walked over to him and shook his hand. "I am now your genie, master Wooyoung!"

"Genie... master?" he stammered, still trying to wrap his head around the entire situation.

Yn nodded, “ Correct! Now there are rules before you begin your wishes.”

Wooyoung blinked, still in shock as Yn flashed him a dazzling smile, almost like she’d been waiting ages for this moment. The others leaned in, intrigued.

“Rules?” Wooyoung managed to ask, his mind racing with possibilities. He glanced nervously at Hongjoong, who was still eyeing the scene with disbelief.

Wooyoung nodded his head, his friends in awe that he hasn’t muttered a word. Yn smiled at him sweetly, enjoying the moment. Snapping her fingers, a piece of paper appeared beside her, as well as a pair of moon crescent shape glasses on her face.

“ you can’t wish to bring back the dead. I can’t make someone fall in love with you. I cannot and will not bring ill harm to someone or something. You can’t wish for immortality. Last but not least, you cannot wish for my freedom. Any question Master?”

Hongjoong was the first to speak out of the other boys, " so not the cliche, " you get 3 wishes " genie?"

Yn nodded her head, " I am a different kind of genie. I serve one master per their lifetime, although it feels like forever since my last master."

“ why can’t Wooyoung wish for your freedom?” San asked, curiously.

The mood shifted as yn didn’t face him, “ i’m sorry but that’s something only my master may ask.”

Yeosang pinched San, as if scolding him for asking such question. A whine escaping his lips as Wooyoung finally got his senses together.

“ oh Minyoung is going to have a field trip with your genie,” Seonghwa chuckled.

Wooyoung faced dropped as he realized his girlfriend is going to be coming home here shortly. As if on que, the door began to jiggle causing yn to panic as Wooyoung was quick to hold the bottle up.

" quick you gotta hide please. She'll freak the fuck out if she knew another girl was here."

With a snap of her fingers and a poof of smoke, the genie was gone.

As the smoke cleared, Wooyoung’s was quick to place the bottle back down to the coffee table. The boys trying their best to act natural as they know how crazy Wooyoung girlfriend can be.

“Hey! What’s going on in here?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she took in the scene—the remnants of the green smoke and the boys odd behavior.

“Nothing!” Wooyoung said quickly, his eyes lighting up as he tried to brush off the moment.

She hummed before she noticed the now rusted bottle. She made a disgusted face as she pulled her sleeve down. Grabbing it she looked at Wooyoung. " ew, Woo what did i say about bringing such disgusting things into the apartment."

Jongho tsk, mumbling under his breath as she continued to complain to Wooyoung. Wooyoung demenour changed rather quickly, a fake smile now placed on his face.

" love it's a gift from -"

" ugh please don't tell me it's from your parents? They suck if they actually did."

Wooyoung’s smile faltered as his girlfriend’s expression soured. He knew how much she disliked his parents’ gifts, especially when they were odd or tacky. “No, it’s not from my parents!” he quickly corrected, his tone defensive. “It’s a joke gift from Yunho and Mingi.”

Her brow furrowed deeper as she examined the bottle more closely, the rust now glinting in the light. “A joke gift? Seriously? This thing looks like it belongs in a junkyard! You’ve got to be kidding me.” She held it out like it was a piece of trash, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

" actually i thought it was pretty cool," Wooyoung mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, placing the bottle down before she turned to him. " sorry im late though. Work held me a little bit longer then expected."

Wooyoung’s expression softened at her apology. “It’s okay! I was just hanging out with the guys ,” he gestured vaguely at his friends, hoping to diffuse the tension.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I just don’t want you bringing home weird stuff. I mean, you already have enough strange things in this place.” Her eyes darted around the apartment, taking in the scattered memorabilia and odd knickknacks Wooyoung had collected over time.

“Hey, those are vintage! They’re not weird; they’re character!” Wooyoung defended, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. “Besides, it’s what makes this place feel like home.”

“Right,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

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lollipop٠࣪⭑

── .✦ You make a deal with Jisung.

word count: 2.1k

genre: fluff, skater!jisung x female reader, friends to lovers, neighbor au

warnings: cursing, reader is kind of a brat, kissing, borderline making out, much fluff

taglist: @jisunggy

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Maybe this deal wasn’t such a good idea.

Your most recent obsession, Stardew Valley, had you begging Jisung to play just one game with you. planning to bug him into submission, you would bring up the game every chance you got. After about a week, he finally relented and agreed to play with you. On one condition. You had to let him teach you a trick on that goddamn skateboard of yours.

You from this morning had agreed. You from this morning was an idiot.

Now, you’re sweating your ass off on a dingy green park bench in the middle of July, chugging what little water you have left out of your regrettably small bottle. It had been what, three hours now? And you just couldn’t get the damned trick down. If you have to hear the words, “One more time! You were so close!” again, you might commit a war crime. The plastic of the bottle crinkles as you crush it and toss it towards the nearest trash can. You miss.

In an attempt to get Jisung’s attention, you sprawl your limbs obnoxiously over the length of the bench.

“You’re trying to kill me.” You groan, theatrically draping an arm over your face, “Your sick games won’t work forever.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a whiner you would get the hang of it faster.” Jisung suggests helpfully as he successfully throws your bottle in the trash and takes a seat next to you, shoving your leg out of the way to make room. He’s sweaty as well, and proceeds to take over any space that is left on bench.

You are most definitely not thinking about how you would love to devour him whole right now. No, that would be silly.

Five years ago, Jisung moved into the neighborhood. Both of you being in freshman year of high school, it started with you two carpooling to school. Which turned into doing homework on the weekends. Which resulted in the two of you being permanently attached at the hip.

And the whole time, you’ve had the biggest, juiciest crush on him.

That little smirk when you’re teasing him? Smitten. When he raises his arms and you can see a sliver of that waist beneath the folds of his hoodie? Good lord. And don’t even get you started on his habit of running his hand through his hair.

But of course, you’re too much of a chicken to actually tell him about it. Besides, he probably doesn’t even like you like that, and you’re not about to make a fool out of yourself to find out.

“Well excuse me for not particularly enjoying having heatstroke. I’m done.”

Arms crossed, you challenge him to say something. Unfortunately, he’s gotten pretty good at dealing with your shit over the years.

In favor of a response, a pointed look is sent by Jisung, one eyebrow raised along with a just barely suppressed smile coloring his features. A bead of sweat rolls down the left side of his flushed face, suggesting that he’s probably just as warm and uncomfortable as you and he’s not complaining. Whatever. You’re still going to bitch about it.

“But you were almost there, I swear! Just one more time, pleasee?” Jisung pleads, widening his eyes and sticking out his lower lip. Not this tactic again. You hate it when he does that. He knows you can’t say no. It’s an unfair advantage.

Skateboarding with Jisung had been a nearly daily exhibition for around a year and a half now. Well, you say “skateboarding” but it really just consists of you riding to and from the convenience store at the end of the block every couple of days. Which you manage to do without falling over, thank you very much. Jisung was just a natural at it, always had been. You were, quite frankly, not.

You had never attempted a trick, content with simply watching Jisung in his element. There’s something theraputic about watching a master of their craft in action. Also you were scared of falling and breaking an arm again.

Fine. Fine. You’ll try one more time.

“Okay, one more time. But this is the last try, or I swear to God I’m going to feed your hamster to Bagel.”

Jisung grips the front of his shirt in mock offense at the threat, his gasps of, “You monster!” trailing you as you stomp off with your skateboard onto the open pavement.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Now remember, left foot on the back edge…”

A small breeze had started to pick up, alleviating some of your discomfort. The surrounding air was less stifling now, the wind bringing the scent of freshly cut grass to your senses.

What was this trick called again? A strawberry milkshake? It was one of the “easier” tricks, according to Jisung. If by “easy” he meant that it’s the mental equivalent to stepping on a lego, he was right on. This shit is hard.

The firm hold that Jisung’s hand currently has on your waist makes it even harder. He’s really not helping you focus on the task at hand.

With a deep breath, both in preparation for the trick and to quiet down the rushing of blood in your ears, you repeat the same motion you had been working on for the better portion of the afternoon.

Front foot off. Wrap around. Land.

By Jisung’s reaction, you would think you had won the lottery. He’s pumping both fists in the air and shouting, completely beside himself. You landed it! You really did!

You then proceed to wipe out on the pavement.

Yeah, that checks out.

As you’re brushing the fall from your pants, you are nearly bowled over by Jisung, who sweeps you up and spins you around in a tight hug. The rush of the breeze around you has you laughing breathlessly, holding on to him for dear life.

“Yes! Holy shit, see? I knew you could do it! That was awesome!” He sets you down, looking at you with beams of pride spilling from his crinkled eyes and heart-shaped smile.

“I did it! I finally did it!” You squeal, the adrenaline and genuine excitement of the moment taking control of your body as you bounce up and down, gripping his fingers as you do so.

The grin Jisung gives you is bright enough to light up even the darkest corners of the world, you’re sure of it. You want to keep him in your hands forever and never let go.

But, you do. After a minute of joint celebration, you inform him that you’re going to sit down for a minute to catch your breath.

Finding a nearby tree, you settle beneath its branches, eyes adjusting to the newfound shade. The grass is cool beneath your palms, calming your sun-kissed skin.

As you watch Jisung continue to skate you’re reminded of just how good at this he is. He navigates his skateboard like it’s as simple as walking, every one of his tricks are landed with precision and ease. His habit of biting his lower lip in concentration anytime he performs an air is doing nothing for your sanity though.

Your crippling sweet tooth prods at you, so you decide to reward yourself. Rustling through your bag, you pull out a lollipop, popping it into your mouth. Its tart sweetness bathes your tongue, and you cross your legs, humming contentedly as you resume your attention on Jisung.

After about ten more minutes, he’s jogging over to you with his skateboard in hand. Your heart noticeably picks up its pace. Stop that. Calm down.

Taking a seat next to you, Jisung runs his hand through his sweat-damp hair, one arm supporting his weight and the other coming to rest on his knee. He looks ethereal, skin glowing with the gentle brush of light falling from the tree above.

Then, without so much as a “hello”, the lollipop is yanked from your hand and held out of your grasp.

“Jisung, are you serious? Give it back!” You shout in exasperation at the loss of your sugar source. Is he seven years old? Who does that?

“Nuh-uh, what’s the magic word?” He stretches his arm away as you basically tackle him, reaching vainly for the candy.

“I’m not the one who should be saying please here!”

You have an idea. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pull him towards you. This is definitely the dumbest thing you’ve done all week. But it’s too late now. You can see his eyes fly wide, trying to process the situation as you plant a kiss right on his lips. He’s soft. And warm.

When you pull away, you take the opportunity to snatch the candy back from Jisung’s now limp hand. Popping the sucker back into your mouth, you grin at him smugly. It worked.

Jisung sits there, unmoving. Lips slightly parted, he stares at you, his gaze shifting from your eyes, fluttering down to your lips, and back again. Shit, was that a bad idea? That was a bad idea. You probably should have asked first. What the fuck were you thinking?

Before you could blurt out any sort of apology, he’s grabbing your hand and the candy is pulled from your lips with a pop. It falls onto the cool grass below.

A shaking hand slots underneath your chin with barely suppressed eagerness and he pulls you to him, capturing your lips in a proper kiss. The heat from his body and the sweep of his breath over you are all-consuming. blocking out the world, save for him.

This. Him. Everything about it just feels… easy. Natural. The way he cradles your jaw firmly, but with a careful gentleness that is entirely and solely Jisung. The way his free hand drapes down your side, coming to rest on top of your hip. The way his lips move in perfect harmony with yours.

The tree’s rough bark presses against your back as he leads you backwards, the sweetness of the lollipop being traded between your mouths. A flame starts to burn in your chest, spreading like wildfire until your whole body is alight with the flicker of butterfly wings.

Drawing away to look at you, Jisung runs his tongue over his glistening lips.

He’s holding himself back. He wants nothing more than to consume you, your essence, everything. He wants to show you how much he cares. He also wants to suck every last drop of sweetness from your lips. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he knows you want it as much as he does. But, God, you drive him crazy. His eyebrows pinch and he shakes his head, trying to clear it.

You feel the loss of his ministrations on you like a load of bricks. Wrapping a hand around the back of his head, you pull him onto you once more, wanting -no- needing more of him. He needs more of you too, as is evident by the way his hands tighten and by his quiet gasp of breath when you oh-so gently nip his lower lip, teasing him.

This time, you’re the one to pull away, giggling awkwardly as he squeezes his eyes shut, clearly attempting to pull himself together.

Peeking at you, he finally makes eyes contact, feeling the need to say something, anything.

“Wow…” Is all he manages out, and your giggles morph into full on laughter. You make a kissy face at him which earns you a shove to your shoulder, and Jisungs ears turning a bright red.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me!” he complains, bringing out that pout of his again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say, patting his shoulder, “you’re just such a dork.”

With your side of the deal completed, it’s his turn to pay up. With the steadily setting sun lighting your way, Jisung accompanies you to your house after the silent agreement to play games now, sort out weird feelings later.

epilogue ─☆

As your game loads up, Jisung decides to sit on the couch as far away from you as possible, curling up and hunching over his respective screen. Occasionally, he glances up at you, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Okay. What is he hiding.

You (with grace) crawl across the couch to him, taking a page from his book and snatching the switch from his hands. He yells and kicks you in protest, but not before you had seen his screen.

J.one J.one’s Farm

Day 9 of Winter, Year 3 124,196g

Hours Spent: 106

One hundred and six hours. Jisung had told you that he’d never heard of the game before, let alone played it, and had very begrudgingly agreed to humor you. This whole time he’d been playing it? Why didn’t he- oh.

Jisung looks up at you with a sheepish grin, having been caught in his little scheme.

“I just wanted you to skate with me- ow!” he exclaims, bringing up his hands in defense as you bonk him with the switch.

“Next time maybe just ask?”

“How would I have gotten my kiss then?”

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nepo baby pt.2 | rich ceo's son!nishimura riki x older fem secretary!reader, suggestive, fluffy, sfw, 805 wc

Nishimura Riki notices you before you do him. 

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, head looking up every few minutes whenever the barista calls out a name for an order.

Even in the early morning you’re gorgeous. You’re dressed for the day in a form-fitting button up, tucked into a long pencil skirt. You’re subconsciously kicking your feet to the beat of the music playing in the background, your kitten heels bouncing up and down. 

Riki quickly orders his drink, and swiftly takes a seat beside you on the couch, keeping a respectable distance. 

At the sudden arrival of another, you sit up straighter, moving your bag out of the way. “Oh, I’m so sorry-”

You stop when you recognize that familiar smirk.

“Riki,” You smile, relaxing. “What’re you doing here? Are you spying on me?”

Taking the opportunity, Riki scoots closer to you. “Hi, I actually came here for a coffee, but meeting you here was just my luck.” He winks.

You stifle a laugh, finding his flirting cute. 

“Is this place any good? I’ve never been here.” He tries to make conversation. “It’s my favorite in town,” You say, looking around the cozy cafe.

“They do take a bit longer, but it tastes amazing so I think it’s worth it.” You explain. As you begin to tell him how you discovered the place, Riki tries his best to listen to you but everything about you is so distracting, it’s a struggle. 

Your lips look extra delicious today, he wonders what lipstick you’re wearing, he’d love to buy you more in all the colors you wanted.

Your name is suddenly called out, alongside Riki’s. The two of you stop to walk together to the counter, thanking the barista for your drinks.

“I take it you’re also on the way to the office?” Riki speaks up as he holds the door open for the both of you to exit.

“Yes, my bus should be on the way-”

“Forget the bus, let me drive you.” He flashes you his silver keys, and before you know it you’re seated passenger. Riki can’t believe his luck today, it just keeps getting better and better.

The drive is quiet, aside from you occasionally sipping your drink. 

“Thank you for the ride,” You finally speak. 

“Anything for you doll,” He’s grinning. You scoff at him, but he knows you like it when he calls you his. Eventually he pulls into the parking garage, parking in his reserved spot. He races around the back to open your door before you even have a chance to unbuckle.

“Thank you,” You smile as you take his hand, stepping out of his luxury car. Oh the things he’d do to do this every day for the rest of his life.

You two take the elevator up into the office, and Riki starts to feel anxious. This special morning with you felt like a dream come true, and now he’d be forced to wake up and face the harsh reality of a long day at work.

He’s too lost in his own thoughts to notice you’ve been eyeing him since you two entered the elevator. It’s not until you finally step closer and clear your throat, catching his attention again.

Riki looks at you curiously, you’re wearing an abnormal expression: shyness.

“M-May I?” You stutter, gently pointing at him, specifically his tie. It was loose, he hadn’t really noticed since he loathed wearing them. 

But the idea of having your delicate fingers wrapped around his neck interested him more than anything. He nods, allowing you permission almost immediately, even leaning down so you’d have better access.

You take your time adjusting and fixing his tie, wriggling it into place before laying a hand on his chest to press it flat. 

Your touch ignites his skin on fire.

“There.” You nod, before returning to your spot beside him. “Thank you,” He hums, a wide smile adorning his lips. 

“Well, we can't have someone as important as you show up to work in a loose tie,” You try to hide your embarrassment.

Riki begins to nod, of course you’re right.

“Does that mean you’ll fix it for me every morning then?” He asks, just before the elevator arrives at your floor. You step out, turn and send him a cheeky grin.

“If I must.” You sigh jokingly. You love to tease him. “Let’s get coffee together tomorrow too.” He insists.

This time you laugh, and he’s a bit disappointed to see you’re hiding your pretty smile behind your hand.

“I’ll see you later Riki,” You shake your head and the elevator doors close. As the elevator begins to move again, Riki sighs and leans against the wall, smiling like an idiot. 

That wasn’t a no, he thinks, already looking forward to tomorrow morning.

author's note: here's the highly anticipated pt.2! hehe I wrote this one in riki's pov this time. I'm so happy you guys liked my first drabble, but tbh I'm probably gonna end nepo baby here, mainly so I can focus on my other longer works/series. but who knows, maybe I'll come back to this later and write more!

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[chanceonceli]

ఇ just a few little thoughts i’ve had on the levels of romanticism from the svts ♡︎

seungcheol, mingyu, wonwoo, jun, dk: romantic but shy

↬ blushes when he grabs your hand, avoids eye contact while saying he loves you, eyes pinched shut when you share kisses, ignores the way you look at him when he plays with your fingers as you talk

seungkwan, dino, joshua: romantic and knows

↬ makes a big deal out of dates, constantly posting about you on socials, needs everyone to know you’re his s/o, smug grin and laughter when you get embarrassed by it, makes a point to send you flowers at work weekly, cooking you dinner on the weekends and asking you how you like it. please validate him, he needs it!

minghao, woozi, jeonghan: effortlessly romantic

↬ taken by surprise when you say he’s done something sweet, small smile and a nod when you thank him for it, automatically holding doors open for you, pulling your chair out at the table, pays for your things without you knowing just bc he loves you and wants you to have it, wiping food from your mouth, pushing hair behind your ears as you eat, walks on the outside of the sidewalk to make sure you’re safe

vernon, hoshi: effortful romantic

↬ tries, he really does. there’s no doubt that he loves you, he just can’t seem to understand your love language as well as he’d like to, but continues to do everything he can to figure it out. burns dinner, buys flowers you’re allergic to, clumsy date planning (they’re usually more fun that way anyway)! picks the busiest night to eat at a specific restaurant, takes you to a date location that is closed for the day, getting caught in the rain on a picnic date

[chanceonceli]

You’re the only one who understands

Paring: nonidol!Sunoo x reader

Genre: fluff, wc:233

Synopsis: since your day wasn’t going great, your boyfriend decided to make it better.

Note: this is for @flwrstqr event! It’s inspired by Understand by Keshi. Hope you like it❤️

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Your phone buzzed, it was Sunoo

-hey bubble! Wanna come to the movies with me?

You looked around your room. “What a mess” you thought. You looked in the mirror at the corner of your room. “Total mess”

-I’m not sure sun, I’m not feeling great today

-oh, well feel well soon babe!

And then he went offline, did he just want to leave you alone like that?

________________________

You were sat on your sofa, watching a new kdrama that just came out, when you heard your door bell ring.

You walked over to the door and checked who it was. Outside your door stood Sunoo, with three bags and a big smile on his face.

You opened the door “Hey Sun”

“Bubble! I’ve missed you!” He said, giving you a tight hug. Sit back down and I’ll come join you in a bit!

He sat down with two cups of tea and with a big fluffy blenket. You told him all about your day, and everything that had happened. Wile you were talking, he was sitting next to you the whole time staying quiet. When you were done talking, he stayed quiet and gave you a hug.

“Thank you Babe, I really needed to get this out”

“No problem bubb, I’m always here��� he said, and kissed your forehead.

This was just one of the many reasons why you loved being with Sunoo, and you couldn’t way for many more to come.

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Networks: @starlit-network @k-films

[chanceonceli]

YOU'RE ENHYPEN'S ALL TOO WELL ENHYPENㄑ ♡T7 (𝓇𝑒cord). . . 0T7 ENHYPEN !FEM READER

(𝓈𝒻𝓌) SAFE FOR WORK HEAD CANONS . . .   wc: n/a ꪑ. ! ⠀ ── bookshelf & guidelines ALL MEMBERS | hasn't been proofread as thoroughly as it should be.

Heeseung

Heeseung stood in front of you, carefully wrapping his red scarf around your neck, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin. The chilly autumn breeze bit at your cheeks, but all you could focus on was the warmth of him, his presence so close, his scent lingering in the fabric.

"It looks better on you, baby" Heeseung grinned, his voice soft, almost teasing as he adjusted the scarf one last time.

You smiled, pulling the scarf a little tighter around yourself. "I’ll give it back… eventually."

Heeseung laughed, the sound low and comforting. "Don’t bother. It’s yours now. But I guess that means I’ll have to come find you whenever I miss it." His eyes sparkled as he stepped closer, pulling you into a warm hug.

Jay

The kitchen was quiet, the soft hum of the fridge the only sound as Jay opened the door, letting its warm light spill into the room. He glanced at you, mischief in h is eyes, and reached for your hand.

"You’re not seriously doing this again," you laughed, but didn’t pull away as he twirled you under his arm.

"The fridge light makes everything romantic," Jay grinned, pulling you close. "You’re ridiculous," you murmured, though a smile tugged at your lips as he pulled you even closer, his scent wrapping around you. "And yet, you’re still dancing with me," he whispered as his lips brushing your forehead before planting a soft kiss there, sending a flutter of warmth through your chest.

Jake

Jake’s watch slid down your wrist, oversized and slightly worn, but it felt perfect. You held up your arm, showing him with a laugh. "Still way too big." Jake chuckled, stepping closer to adjust it, his fingers brushing your skin as he fiddled with the strap. "Guess that means I’ll have to hold your hand so it doesn’t fall off," he said, his voice teasing but sweet.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, his warmth flooding through you as the two of you stood under the fading light of the evening sky. The world seemed to slow down, the seconds stretching into a kind of peaceful forever as you leaned against him.

"You just wanted an excuse to hold my hand," you teased, nudging him slightly.

Jake grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "Maybe. But I don’t need an excuse for that."

Sunghoon

Sunghoon glided across the ice, moving with a grace that made it look effortless, while you stood at the edge of the rink, hesitating. He circled back to you, reaching out his hand with a confident smile.

"Come on, I won’t let you fall," he said, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

You slipped your hand into his, your heart fluttering as he guided you onto the ice. The cold air nipped at your face, but the moment Sunghoon’s arms circled around your waist, steadying you, you forgot about the cold. You wobbled a little, but his grip never faltered.

"You make this look easy," you said, smiling up at him as he gently led you across the ice. "That’s because I’ve got you with me," he replied, twirling you lightly before pulling you back into his arms.

Sunoo

Sunoo tugged his oversized yellow sweater over your head, the fabric warm and soft against your skin. You giggled as it nearly swallowed you whole, the sleeves hanging far past your hands.

"It’s huge on me!" you laughed, trying to adjust it.Sunoo stepped back, admiring his work with a proud grin. "Exactly, it looks adorable."

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His warmth seeped through the sweater, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling comforted by his embrace.

"I think I’m going to keep it," you teased, snuggling into the fabric.

Sunoo smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Good. It suits you better than me anyway."

Jungwon

The Polaroid snapped, capturing the moment as you and Jungwon doubled over in laughter in the open field, the wind giving your hair a wild makeover. He shook the photo like it was a magic spell, eyes wide as the image began to develop, both of you frozen in that goofy moment.

“Look, it’s like our faces are coming to life!” Jungwon said, a grin spreading across his face as he held it up.

You leaned in, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. “This is officially my new favorite, and I might just frame it!”

He tucked the Polaroid into his pocket like it was a treasure, then slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. “We need more of these" he giggled out.

Ni-ki

You and Ni-ki sat cross-legged on the floor, a chessboard between you. He leaned in, studying the pieces with a playful grin. "Think you can beat me today?"

"I’m feeling lucky!" you replied, moving your knight.

Ni-ki chuckled, making his move with a dramatic flair. "You know I’ve been practicing, right?"

"Practicing? You’re still going down!" you teased, enjoying the light competition.

As the game heated up, a soft groan escaped his mouth as threw his hands up in mock defeat. "Okay, you win this time!" You beamed, reaching for his hand. "I told you!" Ni-ki smiled back, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "Next time, I’m bringing my top skill."

[chanceonceli]

🎭 svt when idol!reader releases a breakup song.

anon → "may i request when idol!s/o releases a breakup song? maybe for like a promotion or a comeback but not because of svt iykwim"

⌗ ┆ i have a soft spot for my earlier idol!reader work so it was fun to revisit them <3 a little more crack, less headcanons than usual lol

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: idol!reader, f!reader, established relationship, pet names, fluff, crack, [short] headcanons under the cut.

🎭 headcanons .ᐟ

— drama line ✩ seungcheol, junhui, mingyu, vernon.

all the boys are bound to kick up a fuss one way or another, but nobody throws a tantrum like choi seungcheol. that man will be on your case for weeks. "why couldn't it have been a love song? why are you so good at singing about breakups?" junhui is equally dramatic, though in a different manner. he goes down the route of spite. the song is officially banned in the dorms. if anyone plays it in his vicinity, he will honest-to-goodness glare them down. as far as he's concerned, you have no reason to be crooning about situationships when you have a perfectly good partner waiting for you at home! mingyu is in the exact same boat, by the way. he is personally offended. he knows he's been a good boyfriend. and you're out here singing like he's broken your heart? oh, hell no. mingyu is going to get ridiculously over the top with his boyfriendisms to prove a point to— well, maybe just to himself. in contrast to the rest, vernon takes a different approach. a little moral high road, if you will. he doesn't whine about it, but he does get— in the other boys' words— 'emo' about the whole thing. an instagram rebrand? frank ocean being one of his top artists of the month? ... you get the picture.

— sweetheart line ✩ joshua, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, minghao, seungkwan.

a good number of the boys would take the breakup song with relative grace. joshua is aware that it's strictly work, but he doesn't miss out on the opportunity to tease you a bit about it. he'll take any opportunity to remind you of how much he cares about you, even if it is in a roundabout sort of way. wonwoo usually errs more on the side of rationality, too, though this breakup song scares him just a teensy bit. he doesn't bother you about it; he'll cope in his own little way until he comes around. (he's not opposed to reaffirmations of your love, though.) at this point? soonyoung and seungkwan can be a comedy act, really. we have soonyoung apologizing for every little thing he's done, just so he can ascertain that you will not be writing about him in your next album. and then we have seungkwan who assumes the song is a not-so subliminal message of some sorts; he is immensely relieved when you tell him that you're not, in fact, ending things via comeback. and the sweetest of them all. seokmin doesn't care if it's a four minute song. he'll take apart every single lyric, offering you reassurances that you don't even need, until you have a hard time performing the song with sincerity because your boyfriend has made it much less convincing. meanwhile, minghao spends hours ruminating before just asking outright. he's a bit shy at the fact that he's potentially overthought this, although he'd much rather be overprepared on being a good boyfriend than fall on the other end of the coin.

— revenge line ✩ jeonghan, jihoon, chan.

did you think jeonghan was kidding about couple's therapy? absolutely not. booking a session for the two of you is, in part, a joke, sure. but he's also a believer in therapy, anyway, so it becomes one of your... admittedly weirder dates, but there are certainly worse ways to unpack this non-issue. jihoon and chan stick to what they know best. jihoon's teasing of a 'response' song just means that there's going to be a certain track in the next mini-album that may or may not answer the questions/refute the claims/reassures the worries of your breakup ballad. he's classy that way. chan, on the other hand, has a lot less finesse. he's not so subtle in the way he literally makes up a routine— is it a slow song? he'll do contemporary, then!— and posts it for everyone to see. he needs everyone to know that he is unbothered. flourishing. in his lane.

[chanceonceli]

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[chanceonceli]

୨ৎ 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𓈒𓈒 enha when they want a kiss from you

𝖤𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 × 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 , 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗪𝗰 : 200×5 | 𝖾𝗌𝗍.𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 : 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽

LEE HEESEUNG

Heeseung is always playful when he wants a kiss,but there's that charm that comes with it. He's been clingy today. Making you laugh,pulling you close—really just finding excuses for you to be in close proximity to him. After a particularly silly joke,he's watching you laugh,his ever-so teasing grin widening.

"You know," he starts,"it's been really fun spending time with you today,but,there's one thing that would make the day even better."

You tilt your head,the curiousity showing in your eyes. "And what's that?"

He bites his lip slightly,his once firsky smile now softening. "A kiss from you,ofcourse.."

His eyes sparkle with excitment,and as you oblige,leaning in to give him a peck,he cups your face,slightly deepening the kiss,but then pulling away moments later. "Now the day's perfect."

PARK JONGSEONG

Jay isin't the type to ask for a kiss right away,but he makes is known in his own subtle way. He's sitting across from you,a serene atmosphere surrounding you. His hand grazes over yours,his delicate touch never leaving when your fingers touched. He's scrolling on his phone,but you can tell he's distracted.

"Babe,is there something wrong?,you seem kinda off..." you asked,clearly wanting to figure out why he's acting like this.

He looks over to you,his expression calm,but his dark brown eyes warm. "There's nothing wrong,just thinking..."

You raise your eyebrows, "About what?"

He hesitates for a second,but he leans in closer,his voice softer than usual. "How nice it would be if you kissed me right now."

There was a pause for a moment. As you press your lips against his,he slides his hand along your jaw,his kiss slow and chary,as if he's savouring every second. After he pulls back,a wide and content smile tugs at his lips. "That was worth asking for."

SIM JAEYUN

Jake gets a little shy when he wants a kiss from you. He'd do everything in his power to stay close to you,be it if it's holding your hand,hugging you,pulling you by the waist. Anything for you to stay close to him. While you were ranting to him abouy your day,you notice him glancing at your lips for a good few times and then back to your eyes.

"Is there something on your mind?" You ask him with a soft smile.

He glances away,a bit embarrassed,but he still doesn't hide it. "Uhm..yeah,kind of."

He grins, his confidence slipping through as he leans in just a bit more. “You know what I mean. Come on, just a little kiss won’t hurt, right?”

When you chuckle and lean in to meet him halfway, his expression softens, the once-playful attitude melting into something more genuine. He closes the gap, kissing you gently, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek.

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon isn’t one to ask directly for a kiss, but his body language speaks volumes. He’s sitting with you, his arm draped over the back of the couch, inching closer as the night progresses. His gaze keeps drifting down to your lips, and he’s smiling a little more than usual.

You notice his subtle hints and decide to tease him a bit. “Is there something on my face?” you ask, pretending to wipe your mouth.

Sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head. “No, but… if you’re offering something else, I wouldn’t say no.”

You give him a curious look, and he smiles, a little shyly now. “I was just thinking… maybe I could get a kiss? If you want.”

When you finally lean in to kiss him, Sunghoon’s hand gently cups the back of your neck, pulling you close, his lips soft and tender against yours. He pulls back, his forehead resting against yours. “Thank you,” he whispers, a smile playing at his lips.

♥︎ - @icyy-hoon @yuvany @cupidriki @jakesangel @zvouyage @pshwrldd @enreveriee

[chanceonceli]

BABY, PLEASE

— aftermath of reader and enhypens arguments…

pairing: ot6

warnings: mentions of disagreements pretty explanatory