kyukyulhan

[kyukyulhan]

little dates, big smiles | boynextdoor × reader

Pairing: boynextdoor x fm reader

Wc: 400 +- each

Genre: fluff, soft romance

SUNGHO • Songs on napkins

The small café Sungho took you to seemed like something out of a dream: walls covered in books, hanging potted plants, warm lights.

He chose a table by the window, where the evening light filtered in like a soft embrace.

"This place reminds me of you" he said, with a shy grin.

Soon after, he arrived with two steaming cups. Yours, a hot chocolate topped with lots of sugar marshmallows.

You didn't know how, but I had guessed your favorite drink.

As they shared sweets and laughter, Sungho started doodling on napkins: silly caricatures of the two of you, drawn with huge heads and hearts floating around.

Every time he finished one, he would lift it triumphantly to show it to you.

"I'm not an artist... but I'm good at drawing my ideal world" he joked, making you blush.

Later, he took out his cell phone and, in a whisper, began to sing a song he had just discovered to you. His voice, warm and full of emotion, floated among you like a silent promise.

When he finished, you clapped your hands in jest, and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

When you left, the air was cold. Sungho, without saying anything, untied his scarf and, with clumsy but careful hands, wrapped it around your neck.

"I want to be the one to always keep you warm" he murmured, his voice barely a sigh, as his eyes caught in yours.

And in that instant, the whole world was reduced to the warmth of his gaze.

JAEHYUN • Little play

It was a perfect afternoon for an impromptu match: the sky was clear, and a light breeze cooled the warmth of the sun.

Jaehyun was waiting for you on a small neighborhood court, dressed in comfortable clothes and a huge smile on his face. He waved his hand excitedly as soon as he saw you.

"Ready to be the star of the team?" he asked laughing, handing you a soccer ball.

Obviously you weren't an expert, but you loved seeing him so excited, so you tried to keep up with him. Every time you missed a pass or stumbled, he would let out a laugh so pure that you ended up laughing too.

At one point, you faked a dramatic stumble, falling to your knees, and Jaehyun rushed towards you with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?!" he asked, worried.

You laughed, pulling his hand to make it fall too, and they both ended up on the grass, between laughter and knowing looks.

As evening fell, Jaehyun took off his sweatshirt, which still retained his body warmth, and gently draped it over your shoulders.

"I don't want you to catch a cold... but if it happens, I swear I'll take care of you until you smile again" he murmured, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

We stood up, and as we walked back, his fingers began to rub against yours shyly... until he, with a determined but sweet gesture, intertwined his hand with yours.

That day you didn't win the game, but you did gain something much more important: Jaehyun's heart.

RIWOO • Dance under the sun

From the moment you arrived at the park, the day felt special. Riwoo greeted you with his typical calm smile, carrying a backpack so large that it looked like he had packed for a three-day trip.

"I prepared something simple" he said, as he spread a blanket under a large oak tree. The picnic was perfect: paper-wrapped sandwiches, fresh fruit cut into small hearts, and a bottle of homemade lemonade.

Everything carefully prepared, everything thought of you. As you ate, Riwoo listened intently, laughing at your stories, asking you more details, as if everything you said was important.

After eating, he took out an old film camera.

" I want to keep this day for real" he said, as she posed by the flowers, in the sunshine, with a shy but loving smile.

Each photo was like encapsulating a small universe where only the two of you existed.

As the park began to empty, Riwoo stood up, reached out to you, and helped you to your feet.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his eyes shining.

You nodded, and he began to teach you some basic dance steps. You didn't know if it was the grass, the nerves or its proximity, but you stumbled all the time.

And each time, he laughed so tenderly that you ended up laughing too. At one point, he placed your hands on his neck, while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Don't worry about footsteps" he whispered, his forehead almost touching yours. "Just... feel the music".

There was no real music, but in your mind, it all sounded like the most beautiful melody in the world. And there, dancing awkwardly under the last rays of the sun, Riwoo whispered to you:

"I want to keep dancing with you... even when we're old."

Your heart jumped so big that you thought it would show in your eyes. But Riwoo had already seen it, and smiled, as if he had received the answer he was looking for.

TAESAN • Our secret relationship

Walking into the vinyl store with Taesan was like walking through a magic door.

The walls were covered with shelves creaking under the weight of old records, and a soft melody sounded from a corner.

"This place is one of my secrets" he confessed, winking at you.

He would wander through the halls with impressive ease, pulling out records and telling you little stories about each artist. Every once in a while, he would put the headphones over your ears and play you a song that you were "definitely going to love."

The excitement in his eyes as he shared his world with you was impossible to ignore. Finally, he found a vinyl with a simple, almost forgotten cover.

He took him to an old turntable in the corner and let the music fill the air. It was a slow, intimate song, one of those that seem to embrace you from the first chord.

Taesan walked over, his hand timidly reaching for yours.

"Shall we dance?" he asked quietly. In the middle of the empty hallway, between colorful covers and the smell of dust and old paper, you let yourself go.

Taesan moved his feet awkwardly, but his smile was so wide and sincere that nothing else mattered.

He placed his cheek against yours and whispered:

"If you ever get lost... Follow this song. I will find you."

You left the store with vinyl in your hands, promising yourself to look for more songs, more moments, more secrets to share.

And you knew, deep inside you, that every melody from now on would have the sound of your laughter

LEEHAN • Home is where you are

When you arrived at his house, Leehan was already waiting for you at the door, with a smile so soft that you felt the cold outside disappear.

He was wearing comfortable clothes, a big sweater and soft fabric pants, and he looked so relaxed that you wanted to stay there forever, to.

"Come, almost everything is ready" he said, taking you by the hand and leading you inside.

The room was warm and inviting: a giant blanket spread over the sofa, lit candles that filled the air with the smell of vanilla, and a tray on the coffee table with two cups of steaming hot chocolate.

But what surprised you the most was the cookie tray.

"I don't promise they taste good" he said laughing, "but I made them... thinking of you."

You sat next to him, laughing as you tried one. They were awkwardly formed, some a little more toasted than others, but they had the sweetest flavor you'd ever tasted, because you knew how much effort I'd put in.

You spent the afternoon watching movies. At first you talked, commenting on each scene, laughing at silly moments; But little by little, the atmosphere became calmer, more intimate.

You snuggled up on the couch, covering yourself with the blanket, and Leehan soon moved closer, as if it were natural. His arm ended up wrapping around your shoulders, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating steadily and surely.

At one point, without taking his eyes off the screen, Leehan whispered:

"You know...? I've always thought 'home' was a place." He paused, squeezing you a little closer ."But now i know he's a person. It's you."

You felt the heat rise up your face, but you didn't say anything. You just snuggled more, smiling against his chest, as he stroked your hair slowly, as if he had all the time in the world all to yourself.

When the movie ended, you didn't move. It was not necessary. There, in the soft beat of his heart, you found your favorite place in the world.

And you knew, with a certainty that filled you completely, that it didn't matter where they went...as long as you were with Leehan, you would always be home.

WOONHAK • Love prizes

Woonhak waited for you in front of the amusement park, jumping with excitement as if he couldn't sit still.

"Today you're going to see my true talent!" he exclaimed, holding your hand tightly.

From the first game, he proved to be incredibly competitive: he won a huge stuffed animal in the first round of target shooting, then he got you a keychain in the game of basket balls, and finally he won a mountain of tickets in the marble machine.

Each award was presented to you with a dramatic ceremony: "To you, my queen" he would say, bowing exaggeratedly that made you laugh nonstop.

You climbed all the attractions: the Ferris wheel, the house of terror, the spinning cups. In each one, Woonhak managed to make you laugh, or to hold your hand at just the right moment, as if he never wanted to let go of you.

At dusk, you sat on a bench in front of an illuminated fountain, sharing a cotton candy that you could barely eat because of how big it was.

Woonhak looked at the starry sky, then looked at you, and his expression changed: he became serious, with a soft twinkle in his eyes.

He wasn't just thinking about winning. " I made a wish... a very selfish one." He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed, but continued:

"I asked that you always choose me. That we would never stop laughing together... to be like this."

You felt your chest fill with a tenderness so intense that it almost hurt. Without thinking, you clasped your hand with his. And he, as if he couldn't believe it, squeezed your fingers with infinite sweetness.

That night, between fairground lights and shared dreams, you understood that the best prizes are not always stuffed animals.

Sometimes, it's hearts that choose to stay.

[kyukyulhan]

Between daggers and promises| chapter 1

Genre: slow burn, angst, mutual pining, idol industry realism, sexual tension / intimacy (not explicit) , mental health themes.

Pairing: Use of real names, Kim donghyun (Leehan) x Han donmgin (Taesan)

Wc: 860

Status: 1/15 chapter

Warnings: romance in hostile environments, emotional breakdowns, internalized homophobia, industry manipulation, public baklash, heavy angst, healing arcs, found family

Chapter 1 - Noises between notes

Donghyun hated chaos, it irritated him, it unhinged him. And, lately, that chaos had a first and last name: Han Dongmin.

It was Tuesday, 7:03 a.m., and Donghyun had already been in the studio for twenty minutes adjusting the levels of a track he had mixed the night before. His headphones were resting on his neck and a cup of coffee was steaming beside him. The rest of the group was asleep. Or at least he thought so.

A laugh broke the calm like an out-of-tune chord.

-Are you really working from this hour?

Dongmin asked, entering without knocking, his hair disheveled, wearing an oversized T-shirt, and a bowl of cereal in his hand.

Donghyun didn't look up from the screen.

-And you don't know how to close the door when you come to bother me?

The other boy smiled with that carefree air that made him unbearably irresistible.

-Relax, man, the world isn't going to end if you smile once before eight.

Donghyun snorted. He didn't even bother arguing withhim over small things anymore. But that was the crux of the problem: nothing was small with Dongmin. Every encounter turned into a storm, and yet, he couldn't help it. There was something about that messy energy that threw him off... and trapped him.

-What are you mixing now?- Dongmin asked, leaning closer without permission. He looked at the screen, chewing. Donghyun gave him a dirty look.

-Nothing that interests you. It's a demo.

-A secret demo? Oh, what if i leak it?- he joked.

-Try it. I'll wake you up at five every day for the rest of the year.

Dongmin laughed again, but his smile faded when he noticed something about the melody playing over the monitors.

- That part... - he pointed with a milk-stained finger. -Sounds like the lyrics i wrote a few weeks ago.-

Donghyun looked at him, silent. It was true. And it was also true that he hadn't done it intentionally... or had he?

- I hadn't realized - he muttered, turning down the volume.

Dongmin put his cereal down on the table. For a moment, the atmosphere tense.

- You used it because you liked it? - he asked quietly

- I used it because it worked - Donghyun replied, colder than he felt.

The silence returned. But this time it was different. More charged..

-You are having a hard time admitting that you respect me as an artist, don't you?- Taesan asked, crossing his arms.

Donghyun looked at him seriously.

- I'd respect you more if you didn't leave dirty socks in the bathroom or if you showed up on time for rehearsals.

- And I'd respect you more if you weren't an emotionless robot.

The air between them sparked. It was yet another argument... but this time, something changed.

Dongmin's eyes dropped for a second to Donghyun's lips. And the world seemed to pause for an instant.

Donghyun tensed.

-Don't do that.

-What?

- That... looking at me like that. You know.

Dongmin took a step closer. His tone turned gentle.

- Maybe i understand more than you think, Donghyun.

That was the first moment, the first glimpse of something beyond hostility. But before it could escalate, the study door burst open. Jaehyun poked his head out, looking sleepy

- Are you two fighting again, or can i use the bathroom without witnessing a crime?

Dongmin stepped back, laughing nervously.

-All yours, bro.

Donghyun logged off the project without another word. But something had changed.

---

That night, while everyone was asleep, Donghyun returned to the studio. He sat at the keyboard and played from memory the progression he had created that morning.

The notes seemed to have a different texture now.

As if they were imprinted with Dongmin's gaze, his voice, his chaos.

They hate each other, he thought.

But the music didn't lie.

And that song, that damn song, spoke of something else.

a/n: okayy so this is the first chapter, the series will be quite long, so if i see support i will try to update as soon as possible. Thank you for reading and have a good day!🐠🌸

[kyukyulhan]

Between daggers and promises| taeser

Pairing: Use of real names, Kim donghyun (Leehan) x Han donmgin (Taesan)

Genre: slow burn, angst, mutual pining, idol industry realism, sexual tension / intimacy (not explicit) , mental health themes.

Length: 15 chapters otw

Status: not started

Warnings: romance in hostile environments, emotional breakdowns, internalized homophobia, industry manipulation, public baklash, heavy angst, healing arcs, found family

Synopsis

No one joins a K-pop group expecting to fall in love with their bandmate, but Donghyun never followed the script, and Donmgin was never just another idol. They were fire and restraint, silence and tension. Months of rivalry masked something neither of them dared name. Until a mistake, or maybe a miracle, exposed what had always burned beneath the surface. One kiss, one camera flash, and suddenly the group is on hiatus, their careers hanging by a thread.

Now, under the harsh lights of fame and the even harsher glare of public opinion, Donghyun and Donmgin must decide:

-Was it a fleeting weakness, or the start of something real?

"You think i wanted this?" Donmgin whispers.

"I tried to hate you. God, i tried." Donghyun breathes out, eyes glistening.

"So did i."

And yet, here they are. No script, no safety net, only the truth they can no longer run from.

Notes: Hii so this is my first first first ever fic and I don't know how to use Tumblr and less AO3. Any recommendations are welcome, and i hope you like the story. I don't even have a presentation blog🫠. Will be making it latter

Let's goo with introduction chapter to this serie.

Song recommendation: Love in the dark - Adele

Chapter 0 | Before We Knew the Weight of It.

-From the story: Between Daggers and Promises

It didn’t start with love.

It started with silence.

Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that fills a room like smoke, invisible, choking, laced with everything unsaid. It lived in their shared spaces: rehearsal rooms, studio booths, passenger vans at 2 a.m. with fogged-up windows and the low hum of exhaustion.

Donghyun and Donmgin were not meant to orbit each other the way they did. There was no grand design, no cosmic alignment. Just two boys with sharp edges, forced into proximity by fate and contracts and the cruel genius of talent scouts.

Donghyun was ice, cold precision, eyes like storm glass and hands that moved like choreography had been sewn into his bones.

Taesan was fire, brash laughter, stubborn jaw, the kind of presence that commanded a room without meaning to.

From the beginning, they clashed, loudly, often, and with the kind of intensity that left the other members quiet and watching, pretending not to listen.

“You think everything’s about you.”

“No. I just think I know what I’m doing.”

“Right. That’s why you missed the step again.”

“Maybe if you weren’t always breathing down my neck..”

It should have been just that. Tension, drama, the kind of friction that producers could edit into spicy behind the scenes clips for fans to obsess over.

But the problem was: Donghyun saw through him.

And Donmgin? Donmgin wanted someone to see through him more than he wanted to be famous.

There were moments, small things, tiny cracks in the act.

The way Dongmin looked at Donghyun when he wasn’t supposed to, when Donghyun was fixing his in-ears, or lost in lyrics, or laughing at something someone else said. A look not of rivalry, but of something softer, something almost afraid.

The way Donghyun always seemed to know when Dongmin was lying, especially to himself. Especially when he smiled too brightly after a scolding from the choreographer or brushed off the fact that his voice cracked mid-high note again.

They weren't friends.

But they weren’t just groupmates either.

It was a limbo, a dangerous one.

The first time something shifted, truly shifted, was during tour rehearsals in Japan. A late-night run-through had left everyone dragging, and Dongmin had stayed back to practice a part he kept getting wrong. Donghyun hadn’t meant to stay. He didn’t "care", not really.

But he did.

"You’re off-beat by a half-count” Donghyun had said from the doorway, watching Dongmin’s reflection in the studio mirror.

Dongmin didn’t turn around. “Why are you still here?”

“I could ask you the same.”

A beat.

“Because i’m tired of being the reason we get extra drills,” Dongmin said finally. His voice was low, honest and exhausted. “Because if i screw this up on stage, it won’t be just me who gets burned.”

Donghyun stepped inside, slowly.

“That’s not how i see it.”

“Of course not. You’re perfect.”

“I’m not,” Donghyun said. And it surprised them both.

That was the night they stayed in the studio until 3:00 a.m.

That was the first time Donghyun saw Dongmin break.

It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t even comforting. But it was "real", and in their world, "real" was rare.

---

They didn’t kiss until months later.

The tension had built like storm pressure, silent, suffocating, waiting for the crack. Arguments turned into stares. Late-night conversations turned into shared silences. It became unbearable.

Then came the night backstage. The night of the encore show, Seoul.

“You’re avoiding me,” Dongmin hissed under his breath, cornering Donghyun behind the LED rig after soundcheck.

Donghyun crossed his arms. “You think too much.”

“And you don’t think at all. You just run.”

“From what?”

“From this.”

And suddenly they were too close, breathing each other in, chest to chest. Every unsaid thing between them like gasoline.

“You think i haven’t tried to stop?” Donghyun said, voice shaking. “You think i don’t lie awake thinking about what happens if someone finds out?”

Dongmin didn’t answer. His hand was on Donghyun’s jaw before either of them could stop it.

The kiss was desperate, messy, unpracticed and painful and "right". It felt like stepping off a ledge and hitting the air hard, with no guarantee the ground would ever come.

They didn’t talk about it. Not for days.

And when they did, it was with trembling hands and eyes that couldn’t meet.

“We can’t.” Donghyun had whispered.

“I know.” Dongmin said.

But neither of them walked away.

---

Then came the months of secrecy.

Stolen glances, brushed fingers in vans, half-written texts, the way they clung to each other after exhausting schedules like they were the only safe thing left in the world.

It wasn’t sustainable, but it was theirs.

Until the photos leaked.

One grainy picture. A hand on a waist. Lips too close to be just talking.

It set everything on fire.

Fans turned, the company panicked, the group was pulled. Statements drafted, apologies rehearsed.

Donghyun was told to deny everything.

Dongmin was told to delete his socials.

But in the middle of the chaos, Donghyun looked across the conference table, into Dongmin eyes and knew.

This isn’t just about us anymore

Because fans were choosing sides. Because kids were sending messages saying "thank you". Because for the first time, someone wasn’t hiding.

---

That night, on the dorm rooftop, where wind cut through their clothes and Seoul lights blinked below, Donghyun whispered:

“I’m not afraid anymore.”

Taesan touched his hand.

“Then let’s fight.”

This is not a story of easy love.

This is a story of fear, defiance, and the price of being seen. Of wanting something so much it terrifies you, and choosing it anyway. Because in the end, they weren’t just idols. They were people. And they were in love.

No matter what the world said.