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꒰ MASTERLIST ꒱ POSER! ; jeon wonwoo

summary it's hard pretending to be good at video games when it's so obvious you have no skills. too bad the guy you're trying to impress is the only one who tells you you're trash at the game.

starring gamer! wonwoo x f! reader

genre smau, romcom, enemies 2 lovers, she fell first he fell harder, esports au, that one reverse trope where he's nice to everyone but you, suggestive in later chapters

contains profanities, ignore timestamps, some gaming terminology, the jokes in here are not nice..

status airing ( with an inconsistent posting sched )

playlist | taglist is open

from rhin, LMFAOO i watched a tiktok where some school's varsity fortnite team makes it to provincials so i got inspired to write gamer!wonwoo

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪profiles

character profiles

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪chapters

i, BRO ITS NOT A BBL

ii, imagine if gam3bo1 got a low taper fade

iii, a winner never loses

iv, #switchingtocod ( written )

v, ur not special lil bro

vi, Herro answer my call ( written )

vii, dairy_ninja17

viii, i can’t call them a racial slur

ix, life sucks being 6’0”

x, grandma larping event

xi, IM A MINOR ( written )

xii, rainbow glittery pens

xiii, i felt my shit go up my bum

xiv, “i bought a property in egypt” ahh post

xv, dekubopdumnem

xvi, a wannabe nonchalant opp ( written )

xvii, eye of woo

xviii, who tf is mingyu Bro

xix, tallwonwoojeon1996

xx, taco tuesday ( written )

xxi, this is so kawaii desu

xxii, #tryharderloser

xxiii, my evil mandarin warrior twin

xxiv, he’s cooked too

xxv, lip virgin

xxvi, i just party with the demons

xxvii, he’s from UTAH

xxviii, #gokys

xxix, DONT clip me ( written )

xxx, eat sleep fortnite repeat

xxxi, in the psychward

xxxii, do you mean ‘man tf up’

xxxiii, insanely negative

xxxiv, ‘peanut or done’ ahh

xxxv, icl ts pmo r u fr rn sybau mane

xxxvi, lego octo game

xxxvii, hate from home

xxxviii, ur sister’s husband’s parents’ in laws?

xxxix, clearly ur resort doesn’t have an airfryer

xxxx, blue seashells ( written )

xxxxi, type yes to confirm

xxxxii, lmk if u wanna be my opp

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[macapunoz]

ROMANCE IS HARD (TO GET) ; lee chan

summary he knows you like him; you know he likes you. all chan wants is to be your boyfriend, how hard can it be？ starring chan x f!reader genre fluff，mutual pining，inspo meant to be mv contains kissing (ugh)，mentions of alcohol，reader is literally just playing hard to get Lmfaoo…. word count 0.4k (lowercase intended)

from rhin, while i was writing this, my sister and i were told to do karaoke and she opened my phone to look for some songs and THE DRAFT OF THIS WAS OPENED and she started reading it😭 minutes later she was like “so who’s chan”….

you and chan escape out of the beachside restaurant. your friends went overboard with the drinks, and you didn’t want either you or chan to be next. you can hear the faint booming noises coming from the restaurant as you roam around the display of surfboards and parked motorcycles.

“what’s up with the random surfboards and bikes?” chan glances around the view, intrigued by the mix.

“apparently a lot of the local surfers and bikers go to this restaurant.” you’ve done your research about the restaurant, and the whole dynamic between the surfers and bikers sounds straight out of a movie.

you lean against a standing surfboard, watching the ocean wave at you from afar. chan stands next to you, and as you turn your head to look at him, his eyes meet yours. they avert to your lips, then back to your eyes.

right when he was about to lean in for a kiss, you turned to look at the surfboard next to you and brought up surfers and bikers. “if you were a local here, would you be a surfer or a biker?” you ask.

“biker,” he answers, still not looking away from you. you leave your spot and move around to keep looking at the surfboards and bikes.

“i’d probably be a surfer, with a lot of biker friends,” you chuckle at the thought of being protected by biker girls. “would you ever want a surfer girlfriend? or a biker girlfriend?”

“surfer girlfriend. unless you change your mind and you want to be a biker, then biker girlfriend.”

you sit down on the sand with your back against the wheel of a motorcycle. chan crouches down next to you, and you two make eye contact again. he tries to lean in for a kiss again, and just when he thinks you are finally accepting it, you move your head to rest on his shoulder.

“you’re so cute and funny, chan. i’d want my biker boyfriend to be like that.”

“i’d want my surfer girlfriend to kiss me back,” he mutters as he pats your head.

“you’re so desperate. take me out on a real date, and we’ll see,” you joke. “i just want to savour this moment for a while.”

“and then we can kiss?” he asks, knowing you’re probably going to say no. you pull away from his shoulder and look at him. the way his sight never leaves yours shows that he’s practically begging to be yours.

“i guess moments like these can be romantic.” you press your lips against his, falling against the sand floor while chan makes sure his lips never leave yours.

finally.

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PAGES ; wen junhui

summary the only time your best friend’s brother, jun, talks to you is when he takes what’s not his. starring bsf's brother! jun x gn! reader genre fluff, humour, implied mutual pining, bestfriend's brother au, high school au contains invasion of privacy word count 1k

from rhin， me when i have no creative juices to write a new drabble so i steal one from my old blog. anyways do not give this any hype bc it’s so bad i might as well write a pt 2 if anyone wants😣。

what’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend’s brother, jun. he’s not any typical brother; he’s the younger brother who doesn’t talk to anyone besides his friends and family. the younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. he’s the younger brother who’s the eldest among his friends.

it’s even worse when he goes to your school. fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he’s behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. wherever you are, jun is there. some people would think it’s a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. it’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

the idea of your best friend finding out isn’t the reason you’re running away. in fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. all she did was laugh. she finds it hilarious how he’s gullible and you’re here trying to keep yourself from running away when he’s around, especially when you’re at her house. from sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you’re eating, you’d expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

you don’t know why you can’t function when he’s around every time. is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? it’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you’re suddenly meters away from his presence. you hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. when your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he’s part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

the one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: how come you’ve never had at least one interaction with him?

‘i saw jun in the hallway first thing in the morning’. you write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. you look up at the clock; it’s five before the bell rings. some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. no one seems to be listening to her at all; they’re all waiting for the bell.

yeojin passes a sticky note to you. ‘what did you do?’. she stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. you tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn’t understand your gestures. “what?” she mouths. you lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

“i walked past him,” you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn’t notice but loud enough for yeojin to hear. she covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. as the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

the performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. in that hallway is also the gym, where jun finishes his class. the hallway is tiring for you and yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see jun. yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. you’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall. sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. as you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

“oh, y/n, you dropped this,” jun says as you look behind. he picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. you’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. you run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate. many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

he says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. it sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. but what’s really important is that he spoke to you.

you haven’t seen jun since that interaction. you don’t see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house. whenever eunha calls him down for dinner, he’ll just stay silent or respond that he’s busy. when he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

it was a simple mistake; he didn’t mean to look inside. the outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. when he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. he put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘i miss jun’. he quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. he’s shocked in many ways. those words are playing in his head on repeat. all he can imagine is your voice saying those words. he wants to know what else you say about him, but it’s wrong; it’s your privacy. he approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. his hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

he leaves his room with the journal in his hand. his eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. you quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

“are you busy this friday?”

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