taesanluv3r

[taesanluv3r]

a pink envelope and kitten stickers.

han taesan x reader

taesan gets an anonymous love letter in his locker. highschool au. hehe this is so cute, also the poem is actually one i wrote in 2022 about my crush at the time lol TT cuteness. lowercase intended, pls ignore any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes! enjoyyy

wc: 1,934

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"i'm just gonna grab something from my locker, i'll see you in class!"

han taesan tells his friend as they walk down the hallway. "alright dude, just don't even think about ditching class without me…be there before the bell rings or you're fake as hell" woonhak replied, a basketball spinning unsteadily on his pointer finger. "yeah, yeah…just go get to class before you get a tardy card again!" he speaks as he pushes the ball right out of the other boy's hands, receiving a groan and playful shove in return.

taesan watches as woonhak walks away, chuckling to himself and beginning to unlock his locker. "math, math, math" he mutters under his breath like a mantra - so he doesn't forget what book he had been meaning to grab - which has definitely happened too many times before. after he enters the unnecessarily long key-code, the boy's locker clicks opened. "math, math, mat- huh?" the boy furrows his eyebrows as a slip of paper falls at his feet. he bends down to grab it, bringing it closer to his face to get a better look.

it's a baby pink envelope - hand-made, it seems. there were no words on it. instead, a single sticker of a kitten acted as a seal right in the middle. with no hesitation, and a head filled with curiousity - that often acted first - the boy went ahead and tore it open, wondering what awaited him inside.

a letter.

"well duh! what else would be inside of an envelope, genius?" he sighed, rolling his eyes at his own foolishly loud thoughts. his eyes scan the folded piece of lined paper. it was pink; whoever sent this to him either really loved this colour, or got super unlucky at the stationary store. the boy puckered his lips out of pure habit as he finally began to unfold the sheet, using his fingers to smoothen out the creases before he actually began to read.

addressed to him, written in what seemed to be a brand new black gel pen - or at least that's what he gathered from the way it splotched and smudged over the first few sentences. kitten stickers, the same kind used to seal the envelope, and ones of dried flowers were scattered on each corner of the page as well. they were pretty, but not as beautiful as the poetry that covered majority of the paper.

in fact, the words of this anonymous letter were so…good, that it sucked the breath right out of the boy's lungs. he had never felt this way before, not even as he read the most proclaimed of romance novels - and trust me, he dabbles. no, the way these words made him feel was other worldly, almost insane. taesan lost the ability to breathe, let alone to speak. the little hamster in his brain ran around in circles at full speed, generating enough energy to send his heart into an electrical shock.

"who…?" the only thing that came out of his mouth - that too, almost breathlessly. however, in a second taesan snapped back into reality, the ringing of the school bell bringing him back to life. the boy gulped, shoving the letter back into it's envelope and then stuffing that right into the inner pocket of his blazer. in a panic, he shuts his locker closed and begins to sprint to class - forgetting all about his math book in the process.

"and where, may i ask, have you been, han taesan?"

all eyes were on him as the classroom door closes with a loud bang. "i…uh…sorry, i was um…getting my math book and i…shit! i mean…uh" flustered, the boy couldn't bring himself to really speak. mr. woo, who taught senior math, just rolled his eyes. "get to your seat now! kim woonhak, share your textbook with your friend" - "yes sir!"

taesan sighed as he slumped down on his seat, having just a second to catch his breath before he felt someone else's on his shoulder. "dude where were you! i told you not to ditch without me…" woonhak complained quietly, scooting his desk closer to his friend's. "i…i need to show you something" the other boy looks confused and slightly concerned. he had never seen his friend act this way before. "what is it? and why do you look so…out of it right now?" - "you two! quit chatting and do your work!" - "yes sir!"

the boys shared nervous stares, little smiles peaking through as they try to hold back their laughs. "i can't show you right now…i'll show you at lunch" woonhak nods, "okay, we should probably start doing this shit before mr. woo beats us now" - "yeah, good call"

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i can’t explain it because it’s way too hard to put into words. the feelings i feel for you are none like ever before. or at least that’s what i’d like to say but those words would never be true. for I have always been this way for you.

i guess it’s in the way you are; tall and lanky, but you’re built so strong. and maybe it’s the way your skin beams against the light - whether that be your aura or just the glint of your oily skin shining too bright. it could be in the way you speak so proud, like you aren’t afraid you’d word things wrong. or maybe i'm blinded by the way that you look, and by the scarily similar things we share like our go-to karaoke songs.

it could be how little you’ve changed since the day that we met. or maybe that’s just because i'm not ready to let go of that past yet. whatever it is i can not ever pin-point, whether I admire you, want you, like you or don’t. and that’s the thing that's been haunting my head, daunting over me like a shadow with no foreseeable end.

maybe it’s all the little things you did that i never forgot. like how we talked about kurt cobain as we sat by the moon that night. or the way you knew that i liked you…no, you didn’t have a doubt. i was all too obvious, it was only inevitable you found out. remember when you teased me? remember all the hand shakes we shook? and how you’d make a silly face whenever i snuck for a look. or the days you’d make me cry, though i don’t really remember why. maybe it’s how you sat there, charming as you are. and the way i fall so easily, like you’re some hollywood movie star.

i tend to over-analyse and confuse what is true. but the thing i’m always stuck on are the feelings i have for you.

it’s the way you bring comfort and put me in a good mood. when you’re around it’s like there’s no other being in the room. as a friend, as a foe, as a lover, as a pair, no matter what the situation, you’re the one that is there. it’s like my eyes had always been opened to see you like that, and my mouth would only speak to talk about you as well. and my mind is always full, although not directly of you, but full of things that remind me of you.

like you’re this constant that exists even if my mind is unconscious, you’re the person in my dreams, the one in my nightmares. you’re the only one i’ve ever felt this way about. you’re the only person that makes my heart pound that it gets hard for me to hide my reactions when you’re around.

i mean the mere thought of you drives me insane - like i can’t live a peaceful day without being intruded by the mere image of you in my head. i think of you in the morning and even before I get to bed. i mean the fact that i’m writing any of this is all the proof that you need. the way i rhyme the words i say about you even-though these are the things of mine i'd never let you read. yet i spend so much time thinking, talking, and dreaming about you. that it’s so inevitable and without a doubt true. and i guess it’s best to say it and come clean.

that i'm fucking in love with you. and that i guess i've always been.

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"dude, what the fuck…who sent you this?"

the two boys sat together at one of the round tables in the cafeteria. "that's the thing…i don't know" taesan sighs, running his hands through his hair. woonhak hums, skimming through the poetry again. "aha!" he exclaims, as though he had just discovered gold. "what? what is it?" the one who had recieved the letter asked excitedly, anticipating some sort of a resolution. "here, look at this! the time we talked about kurt cobain as we sat by the moon…who could you have done that with?" taesan furrows his eyebrows in frustration, "i don't know! i've talked about kurt cobain to like a billion people before, it could be anyone!" woonhak rolls his eyes, "okay but who did you talk to about him with while watching the moon? surely that couldn't have happened more than once…no way…seriously dude?!" the other guy widens his eyes in defense, "hey! don't judge! apparently a lot of people enjoy star gazing and talking about nirvana with me!"

the pair sighed in the defeat, their eyes focusing in on the crowd of seniors surrounding the area. "how many candidates do we have then?" woonhak asks, turning to face his friend. "three" he replied, meeting his gaze. "oh! that's not too bad, who are they? they hot?" taesan shakes his head in disbelief, "well first there's leehan, but he's a guy and i don't think he'd send me hand-written paragraphs in pink letters…" he says, pointing at a certain alien-like senior who was busy digging up a mini dinosaur fossil toy set instead of eating his lunch. "okay, so one out…who are the other two?" - "then there's belle…but that time we were just drunk at an outdoor party and angrily debating over if ariana grande or kurt cobain would win if they fought each other…so…" woonhak sighed, "okay, so it's definitely the third one then! who's she?" - "well she's…she's…"

taesan trails off, his eyes zooming in on the one and only culprit. the only other possible person - and honestly the most probable - that could be his anonymous admirer. there she was, sitting all alone in the very last table at the other end of the cafeteria. as usual, she wore thick headphones that wiped out any noise that surrounded her. and as usual, with a fluffy pen in one hand, she had her head stuck inside of a very familiar pink notebook…one covered in kitten stickers and dried flowers.

she's breathtaking, he knows that for a fact. for every conversation, every moment he had spent with her, every second he had spent thinking about her killed him - in a good way. for that reason he knew it was her. for who else would write poetry as naturally as she? who else would suck the air out of his lungs the way she did? han taesan's eyes never left, not even when she had looked up from her notebook to meet with his gaze. and then she smiled at him, the kind of smile that made his stomach turn. that's when he concluded his investigation. it was her. the anonymous admirer...

"yn ln"

the end.

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OMG FINALLY I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS FIC AND IT SAVED PROPERLY THIS TIME YYAYAYYAYA! okay, first of all, im sosososo sorry for the inactivity - im moving to korea to study at the end of the month so life's been very hectic TT also! happy taesan dayyyyy, it's almost over where i live, but still!!! ily taetnyangi, bee happy 4ever and ever mwah :3333 as usual ily guys, thx for sticking around <3 love, kona.

[taesanluv3r]

ugh i have a good draft rn but no motivation to finish it fuck me

[taesanluv3r]

hi! i love your woonhak fics and i was wondering if you could do a fic about idol!woonhak having a crush on idol!reader? thank you so much!!

hey!! so ive been rlly interested in writing this req for a while now and i finally got done w it an hour ago! it was 3k words long and one of the best things ive written BUT TUMBLR DIDNT SAVE IT PROPERLY AND NOW ITS GONE 😭 im so so so sorry. ik this ask has been sitting in my inbox for long & i was rlly working hard to get that fic out for u but :((((((( its been so hard to get myself to feel motivated enough to write & i rlly rlly rlly hope i can rewrite the fic and post it for u as soon as i can :( im sorry again, i literally feel so upset but there's nothing i can do abt it for now :(((( if u want to, pls dm me ur @ and ill tag u whenever i finally get this story out!!!

im really truly sorry for making u wait so long, only for it to turn out this way TT

[taesanluv3r]

its also 11pm rn is it insane to wish that ill wake up tmr and itll magically reappear in my drafts

guys im going to kms....i finished the fic AND IT DIDNT SAVE IN MY DRAFTS EVEN THO I SAVED IT??????? IM ACTUALLT GONNA CRY???? this ruined everything im quitting

[taesanluv3r]

okay im sorry im literally actually sobbing rn i feel like shit i really hope i feel motivated to write again bcs i rlly want to give u guys something to read but this rlly just 💔💔💔💔💔 im so upset fuckkkk ugh whywhwyhwwywuwhyw

guys im going to kms....i finished the fic AND IT DIDNT SAVE IN MY DRAFTS EVEN THO I SAVED IT??????? IM ACTUALLT GONNA CRY???? this ruined everything im quitting

[taesanluv3r]

im so sorry guys :( ik a lot of u guys hv been waiting for me to post again and i was also so excited to finally have the motivation to finish writing a whole long fic but tumblr crashed and it didn't save and now i feel like literally sobbing. im so so sorry i swear i feel so bad idek what to do it was going so well i was about to post it too and it failed and it didnt save and im so sad

guys im going to kms....i finished the fic AND IT DIDNT SAVE IN MY DRAFTS EVEN THO I SAVED IT??????? IM ACTUALLT GONNA CRY???? this ruined everything im quitting

[taesanluv3r]

stop im actually so upset im gonna cry. it was a 3k long fic too and it was rllt cute AND IT DIDNT SAVE. im actually so mad if i never write again this is why FUCK

[taesanluv3r]

guys im going to kms....i finished the fic AND IT DIDNT SAVE IN MY DRAFTS EVEN THO I SAVED IT??????? IM ACTUALLT GONNA CRY???? this ruined everything im quitting

[taesanluv3r]

OKAY HELLO!!! I finally got a keyboard for my new tablet so I'm finally able to write on this!!!! That meaaaanssss I may or may not be finishing up a fic tonighththththth hehehe pls look forward to it!!! (Maybe...no promises tho I'm so sorry)

[taesanluv3r]

hey guys sorry for not being active 😭 i have a j*b rn so im being empl*yed and ad*lting 💔💔💔 but im off today so i might write something later !! theres a request sitting in my inbox rn tht i rlly wanna write so...no promises tho 😭😭 we will see

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sometimes i see fics that are so eerily similar to my own works and it makes me overthink 😭 like ik it's easy for writers to write abt similar concepts and plots but sometimes it's just so freakishly similar that im like ??? 😭

[taesanluv3r]

I MISS U OMG LIKE GURL WHERE DID U GO LIKEEEE ILYYY

HI LMAOAOAOAO sorry i literally disappeared 😭 i have sm fic ideas and stuff but i havent been motivated to write at allllllll today's fic was lowkey a miracle cause i was abt to give up halfway 😭😭 anyways hopefully i'll be active again!! ty guys for sticking around thooo ilyylylylylyl 😚😚😚😚😚

[taesanluv3r]

a warm welcome

han taesan x reader

established relationship. it's implied that yn is also an idol. kind of suggestive ending (?) but no actual smut. cutesy. lowercase intended, & pls ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! enjoyy

wc: 1,678

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taetnyangi 🐈‍⬛

boarding the flight, see u soon darling

i’ll come straight to ur dorm yeah?

you

oki!! see u soon :3

uk my key code right? if i fall asleep just walk in and then lock the door

taetnyangi 🐈‍⬛

yup, love you ❤️

you

ily2, safe flight 💓

read, 8.05 pm

౨ৎ 1.15 am

taesan sighs as he sleepily walks out of the company car, saying bye to his group-mates who stayed in the vehicle to go back to their own dorm building. the boy lets out a quiet yawn as he enters the elevator, blinking twice to fix his sight as the door opened on the sixteenth floor. he drags his feet all the way to end of the hallway, stopping right by the final door. her door.

he smiles, wondering if she had even tried to stay awake late enough to greet him on his arrival after being apart for the past month while he was on tour. taesan kept his thoughts short though, not wanting to prolong the wait any longer as he hastily pushed down on the buttons of the key-pad lock above her door, eyebrows furrowing as he carefully recalled the passcode; her birth date.

with a single click sound, the piece that separates him from the cool air of her company-provided apartment came unlocked, a warm grin creeping against his face as he took in the dark atmosphere.

‘the lights are off, she’s probably asleep’

locking the door behind him, taesan simultaneously takes his shoes off and turns on the entrance lights. he jumps in shock at the unexpected figure standing before him.

a doll. more specifically, the stuffed monkey he had won her at an arcade many dates ago. the plush toy was oddly large, it's size resembling that of a tiny toddler. it sat on the floor before him, in its tiny plush hands a white-board with words scribbled on it in black temporary marker.

“your girlfriend is asleep already, she’s tired. but!!! welcome back!”

followed by a large and slightly deformed heart.

the boy lets out a laugh, picking up the doll and the white-board before making his way towards her bedroom. the door wasn’t closed properly, making it easier for him to make his silent entrance. the lights were off but the peak of the outside world that seeped through the tiny space between her curtains made sight for him to see. taesan's eyes softened, a smile he could not hold back forming on his rather cold complexion as he stood there and stared for a moment. she was curled up against the sheets, eyelashes grazing lightly against her skin as she breathed into her slumber.

not wanting to ruin her peace, the boy spots the marker on her bed-side table. he grabs it, using one end to erase the sweet message she had left him before and then the other end to jot down a new one for her. he placed the monkey beside her on the bed, the white-board back in its arms as he slowly bent down to press a soft kiss against her head. when her eyebrows furrowed and her head shifted deeper into the pillows he smiled and walked away.

yn turns in her bed, the slight sloppiness of his lips placed against her head waking her up from dreamland. the girl squints her eyes, expecting to be met with her boyfriend’s gleaming face but instead being greeted by her plush doll. she got up slightly to read the message he had left, letting out a sleepy yawn in the process.

“taking a shower, go back to sleep darling”

in the worst hand-writting known to man that it was a shock the sleepy girl could even comprehend it.

obliging, yn set the white-board aside, grabbing the stuffed toy and turning over to face the other side and fall asleep once again.

taesan finished drying his hair, thankful (and shocked that it even worked) for the ‘less-noise hair dryer’ his girlfriend had impulsively bought during some huge discount sale the shop was holding on its online forum. the boy finishes up in the bathroom, making sure the sink and shower were turned off properly before walking back into the bedroom.

he noticed the disappearance of the stuffed toy and the message he had left earlier, smiling idiotically to himself as he notices the change in her sleeping position as well. she had turned to face the wall, juxtaposing the way her face faced him when he had walked in the first time.

he checked all the lights in the small apartment once more before crawling under the sheets beside her. the warmth of her presence and the thick weighted blanket immediately engulfed his entire build. taesan wrapped his arms around the girl at last, carefully pulling her closer to his chest. awoken by the sudden warmth, yn hums as she turns back around once more. wordlessly snuggling into his embrace as he pressed yet another kiss to her head, and then another to her cheek.

“how was the flight?” she asked softly, voice raspy from her slumberful state. “good. i missed you” he responds. “me too” she mumbles, her words getting lost into another yawn.

and they were off to sleep.

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“mm” yn mumbles as she begins to wake. a yawn faltering out of her mouth as she rubs her head against the surface of her boyfriend’s chest that she laid on. the girl smiles softly as she looks up to see him fast asleep still. his hair's a mess and his mouth slightly agape as he let out simple breaths. she's taken aback, however, when his still expression had turned itself into a warry smirk.

“what'cha starin’ at darling?”

his deep and croaky morning voice, a voice she hadn’t heard in a while, since he was on tour in japan, sent shivers down her spine. the coolness of the air conditioner doing nothing to stop the goosebumps from forming against her skin.

“hm?” he hummed, starting to open up his own eyes to look at her. “i missed you so much” she says, feeling a sudden shyness wash over her body. instinctively, yn hides her reddened cheeks against him, only causing him to laugh at her bashfulness. the boy moves his arms, reaching over to fish her head out of his side. his middle and pointer fingers pressed below her chin as his thumb grazed over her chin and her lips. her lips that remained rosy and plump from the strawberry scented lip scrub she had done the night before.

“you're so pretty, darling” taesan says, tucking some of the loose strands of her hair behind her ear and cupping one side of her face lovingly. she smiles and giggles as he continues to shower her with a billion more compliments.

their laughs come to a halt as he stops and stares deeply into her large eyes. and then finally, after the long wait, the pair leans in for a passionate and loving kiss.

it lasts a while, their noses bumping against each other as they did so. stopping only when they both ran short of breath. yn looks up to see her boyfriend staring at her once again. except this time, there was something different about his eyes.

“what's up?”

her question is ignored as the boy moves to hover his body over her smaller one. he leans in to press a sensual and sloppy kiss against her neck and then whispers into her ear.

“what time do you have to be at the company today?”

she sighs before even thinking of a response, “like…at nine thir-”

that was all he needed to hear before cutting her off with yet another kiss. her hands instinctively went up to wrap around his neck, the both of them moving in sync to get into a more comfortable position. taesan's teeth dug into her bottom lip, inflicting a gasp from her and his tongue slipped right in. the so-called loving kiss was more of a sloppy make-out session now as his hand went down to run all over her body.

the otherwise silent room was soon met with the sounds of flesh, sweat, and their awfully hidden sounds of love. the clothes they had on, now discarded somewhere on the floors of her bedroom and their slumberful innocence long gone as their bodies danced through young lust against her bed-sheets.

౨ৎ 8.30 am

“ugh” taesan sighs, slumping back down onto the bed. yn does the same, using the strength she had left to roll into his bare chest. his arm came to wrap around her figure, hand stroking her hair as the couple started to catch their breaths.

“mm, i've missed you” she smiles, satisfied with how her morning had been spent. he chuckles in agreement before letting out an exhausted yawn. yn reaches her arm out to grab her phone, unlocking it to check on her notifications. in the process she is hit with the sense of time, sighing in annoyance as she tosses her phone away to her side and then looking up at him.

“i have to get ready and go to the company soon” she mumbles, words muffled up against the blanket as she curls back inside its comfortable embrace. taesan groans, caging her dramatically into his arms once more. “can't you get in a little late today?” he almost pleads, pressing kisses against her shoulders. “hm…” he shoots her a dumb pair of puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to win her over.

and usually it didn't work but...

“fuck it, i'm sure manager-nim will understand”

౨ৎ 9.56

manager-nim 🤓

yn where are you?

you were supposed to be here like half an hour ago??

oh i just got word that taesan-ssi arrived last night...

you know what fine i'll let it slide but only because you haven't seen him in a while…

be safe please 🙏🙏 and be here by 3 LATEST!

have fun 😉😉😉

delivered, 9.59 am

the end.

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LOLLLLL the ending is so silly 😭 anyways hey guys...long time no see hehe HOPE U ENJOYED THIS FIC TT sorry for being so ia, ive been insanely unmotivated 💔 love u guys, i'll try to upload more often again. love, kona.

[taesanluv3r]

OH MY GOSHHH this is my first time seeing an indonesian onedoor on tumblr!! aku juga orang indo kaakkk heheeee mutualan yukk 🤍🤍

HIIII TWIN OMGGG 😈😈 this one indonesia no engles no usa 🇮🇩🇮🇩🔥🔥🔥 HEHEHEHEH salam kenal yaaa :3

[taesanluv3r]

han taesan x reader [fluff, fem!reader]

a/n: this is totally inspired by @rikivsco’s taesan bf headcanons!!! the point of reader w/ his family just plagued me and i HAD to write this

12:44 - “hey dad,” taesan said, placing the call on speaker and chucking his phone on the bed in front of him.

“dongmin-ah! how are you doing? what are you up to now?”

“i’m good. i don’t have any practise until this evening so i’m just chilling with my girlfriend right now,” taesan answered, picking at his nails as he spoke.

“oh, y/n?”

taesan scoffed, breathing out a laugh, “no, my other girlfriend. yes of course it’s y/n, dad.”

“hi, mr.han!” you smiled, trying to make a good first impression through your voice alone.

“oh, hello! you must be y/n, i’ve heard so much about you!”

“oh really?” you giggled, “well i have to know what’s being said about me behind my back.”

taesan’s dad chuckled, “just the most smitten i’ve ever seen my son. he phoned me minutes after your first date, smiling the whole time, he was gushing and—”

“alright, alright, that’s enough,” your boyfriend spoke, embarrassed.

you laughed, crashing into taesan’s side as he opened an arm to cuddle you close, both of you staring down at the phone. “no! no! go on, please mr. han.”

“please, call me dad,” he spoke, taesan biting back a smile at the moment. “i hear you like rock music, y/n?”

“oh yeah, i love it! that’s kind of how me and dongmin got talking to be honest,” you said, ending up on a long tangent of talking about how you first met, and your favourite bands.

“oh, well you know i love the beatles. so much it rubbed off on our dongmin-ie, too! but have you ever heard of sanullim? if you like soft rock, you’ll love them.”

“oh no! but i’ll check them out, definitely!”

the two of you spoke for almost 40 minutes, without realising the time gone by, before you got a message from your friend.

13:25 - ‘you on your way?🥹’

glancing at your phone, you gasped, “oh f–god!”

“what?” taesan asked, leaning over to his phone and glancing at the time, “oh f– jeez. you need to go.”

“okay, um, i’ll message you later, dongmin-ie, okay? it was so nice to speak to you, dad! i’m so looking forward to meeting you!” you exclaimed, quickly gathering up your stuff as taesan smiled softly.

“yes, you have to come down to gwangju soon! soon! okay? our daughter-in-law,” taesan’s dad cooed as you chuckled politely, trying to hide your delight at his words.

taesan went into space at his dad’s words, imagination running wild, before being snapped out his daze by your lips.

“gotta run,” you smiled, “bye, minnie.”

“bye, love,” he smiled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before watching you leave, “sorry, dad, she has class. starts in half an hour and it takes her the same amount of time to get there.”

taesan’s dad waved it off, before the two men fell silent in thought.

“she calls you dongmin,” he spoke, taesan laughing slightly at his dad’s words.

“yeah, she always does,” he shook his head, dismissively, “has done since our first date. to be fair, i introduced myself as dongmin.”

“yeah but, even now,” his dad said, wistfully, “even the boys call you taesan. but i can tell she… she knows you.”

“so…” taesan trailed off, heart beating nervously as his mouth ran dry, why was he so nervous? “do you… do you like her?”

his dad laughed, “i’m not joking with what i say to her, dongmin. you two need to come down to gwangju as soon as you can!”

“we will,” taesan smiled, “do you think mum will like her? and seunghoon, and the baby?”

“i think she’s perfect, dongmin-ah,” his dad said, reassuring his son’s nervous heart, “i think she’ll fit right into the family.”

taesan nodded before remembering his dad couldn’t see him, “i’m so glad you think so, dad. cause– cause i think that this is… you know.”

“i know,” his dad smiled, glad to know his son was happy, and even happier to know he was thinking so seriously about your relationship, “i can sense it.”

[taesanluv3r]

I HAVE A RLLY GOOD FIC REQUEST IN MY ASKS RN BUT IM SO UNMOTIVATED SOMEONE PLS BREATHE MOTIVATION INTO MY LUNGS I NEED IT 💔💔 AND TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT IN I PROMISE I WILL TRYYY TO GET IT OUT ASAP 😭😭😭 be patient w me pls...im trying to be motivated to write I SWEAR

[taesanluv3r]

i'd give you the stars (woonhak) — nav

synopsis — you and woonhak grew up side by side, but somewhere along the way, you grew into each other too.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ childhood friends to lovers

you’ve known woonhak for as long as you can remember.

he was the boy who moved in two doors down the summer you turned eight, all scraped knees and sunburned cheeks, lugging a cardboard box that was almost bigger than him. you watched him from your front porch, popsicle melting down your hand, curiosity tugging at you until you couldn’t help but wave.

he waved back.

and that was it—a single, clumsy hello that stretched into years of sleepovers, secret codes, and promises whispered into the night air.

you grew up tangled in each other’s worlds, a thousand little moments blurring into something you couldn’t name back then. he was the one who held your hand the first time you snuck into the woods behind your neighborhood. the one who helped you build a treehouse out of old planks. the one who carried your books when your backpack broke and laughed when you threatened to punch him for teasing you.

woonhak has always been there.

always.

but lately… it feels different.

you notice it one lazy afternoon in late spring. the two of you are sprawled out in the grass behind his house, a soft breeze lifting strands of your hair, the sky stretching wide and endless above you.

he’s talking—about school, about the summer plans he keeps making and remaking—and you’re listening, you swear you are, but it’s hard to focus when the sunlight keeps catching the angles of his face just right. when his smile, familiar as your own heartbeat, suddenly feels like something dangerous.

you look away quickly, pretending to pluck at the grass beside you.

you don’t know when it changed.

you only know it has.

you start noticing everything.

the way his voice drops when he says your name. the way he remembers exactly how you like your eggs without asking. the way he looks at you sometimes—like he’s memorizing you without meaning to.

it’s terrifying.

and it’s thrilling.

and it’s hopeless.

because he’s your best friend.

because you’re scared to lose him.

because you’re not sure he could ever feel the same way.

you try to bury it—the flutter in your chest, the stupid, impossible hope. you try to be the same version of yourself you’ve always been around him.

but it gets harder every day.

especially today.

today, woonhak drags you to a street festival downtown, claiming you’ve both been “too boring lately” and need “serious fun therapy.” he says it with that bright, reckless grin of his, the one that’s always been your undoing.

you don’t even put up a fight.

the streets are alive with music and laughter, colorful banners fluttering from every lamppost. food stalls line the sidewalks, filling the air with the warm, dizzying smell of roasted corn, sweet pastries, and fried everything.

woonhak buys you a lemonade without asking and immediately steals a sip, wrinkling his nose when it’s too sour. you laugh and shove him playfully, and he catches your wrist without thinking, his fingers warm against your skin.

you freeze.

so does he.

for a heartbeat, the world tilts—the music fades, the crowds blur—and it’s just the two of you, tethered together by a touch so small it shouldn’t mean anything.

but it does.

he lets go first, clearing his throat and mumbling something about finding the games.

you follow him, heart pounding.

you tell yourself you’re imagining it.

you have to be imagining it.

the sun sinks lower, painting the sky in streaks of pink and orange. you end up at a booth lined with prizes—giant stuffed animals, glittering keychains, tiny glass bottles filled with sand.

woonhak stops, studying the shelves.

“you want something?” he asks, voice easy.

you shake your head, but he’s already fishing coins out of his pocket.

“too bad,” he says, flashing a grin. “you deserve a prize for putting up with me today.”

you watch, half amused, half horrified, as he attempts the ring toss. he’s terrible—truly, hilariously terrible—but he’s determined, tongue poking out slightly in concentration.

on the fifth try, somehow, he wins.

he picks the prize without hesitation: a small, delicate charm shaped like a star.

he hands it to you with a crooked smile, a little sheepish. “thought it looked like you.”

you stare at it, too stunned to speak for a second.

it’s nothing. it’s everything.

you close your fingers around the charm carefully, holding it like it might break.

“thank you,” you whisper, voice barely audible over the noise.

woonhak shrugs, but there’s a flush creeping up his neck.

“you’re welcome,” he says, and then, after a pause, quieter, “you deserve all the stars, you know.”

you don’t know how your heart survives that.

later, when the festival winds down and the sky is a deep velvet blue, he suggests one last stop: the rooftop of the parking garage overlooking the city.

you climb the stairs together, your shoulders brushing now and then. neither of you moves away.

the rooftop is almost empty. the city stretches out below you, glittering and alive, the river snaking through it like silver.

woonhak sits down, legs dangling over the edge. he pats the spot next to him without looking at you.

you sit.

you sit so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

for a while, neither of you says anything.

it’s not uncomfortable. it’s never uncomfortable with him.

but tonight, the silence feels heavier. charged.

you toy with the charm still tucked into your palm, its edges pressing into your skin.

“hey,” he says suddenly, voice rougher than usual.

you turn to look at him—and find him already looking at you.

his eyes are serious, shining under the city lights.

“can i tell you something?” he asks.

you nod, afraid to speak.

he laughs under his breath, a little shaky. “i’m scared.”

you blink. “of what?”

he bites his lip, glancing out at the city, then back at you.

“of ruining this,” he says. “ruining us.”

your heart stutters.

he takes a breath, steadying himself.

“but if i don’t say it,” he continues, “i think i’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

you barely breathe.

“i like you,” he says simply. “more than a friend. way more.”

the world slows.

the stars tilt.

and in the quiet between heartbeats, you realize he’s been feeling it too.

all along.

you reach for his hand without thinking, fingers curling into his.

he looks down at your joined hands like he’s afraid he’s dreaming.

you squeeze gently.

“me too,” you whisper.

the relief on his face is almost painful to look at.

he laughs, soft and disbelieving, and then he’s pulling you closer, wrapping you in a hug so tight you can feel the way he’s trembling.

you bury your face in his shoulder, breathing him in—the smell of soap and sugar and something purely, unmistakably him.

you stay like that for a long time, swaying slightly, the city a blur around you.

when you finally pull back, he cups your face in his hands, searching your eyes.

“can i-?”

you don’t let him finish.

you lean in and kiss him.

it’s clumsy, your noses bumping, teeth clicking slightly—but it’s perfect. it’s years of friendship, of trust, of love spilling over.

it’s everything you didn’t know you were waiting for.

he kisses you back, laughing a little against your lips, and you realize you’re crying.

he wipes the tears away with his thumbs, smiling so wide it hurts.

“wow” he says, that goofy smile on his lips.

you laugh, shaky and breathless.

"you're making it weird."

he kisses you again, slow and sure, like a promise.

the next morning, woonhak shows up at your door with a single daisy clutched in his hand, looking sheepish and ridiculously proud of himself.

“for you,” he says, cheeks pink.

you take the flower, laughing as you pull him inside.

you spend the whole day doing nothing—eating cereal straight from the box, watching terrible movies, building a blanket fort like you’re still kids.

except now, he kisses you whenever he wants.

except now, you belong to each other in a way you always dreamed of but never dared to hope for.

as the sun sets, you curl up beside him, tracing lazy patterns on his arm.

“you know,” he says, voice muffled against your hair, “you’re still my best friend.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“good,” you say. “because you’re still my best friend.”

he grins, pulling you even closer.

“i wouldn’t want it any other way.”

and you know, with absolute certainty, that neither would you.