#boynextdoor

[kyufeed]

LEEHAN for Elle Korea

[kaiyunsim]

dangerous —

pairing : neighbor!taesan x gn!reader

genre : fluff

summary : what do you do when you get a text from your neighbor in the middle of the night asking to head outside? answer it. who knows what’s to come? no one. but one thing is for sure. it’s not going to be a normal night

a/n : this is the last one guys !! hope u enjoyed 19.99 :)) very fun to write and lots of love to everyone reading <3

queueing : dangerous - boynextdoor, say - keshi, flamin hot lemon - jaehyun, rendez-vouz - baekhyun

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— wc : 3.8k — not proof read —

you’re brushing your teeth when the first pebble hits the window.

at first, you think it’s nothing. probably just the wind or a tree branch or a cat being annoying again. but then it happens again. a sharper sound this time. too precise. and you freeze with your toothbrush halfway to the sink.

you shuffle to your window and peer out into the dark.

han taesan is standing in your yard.

no. more accurately, han taesan is standing just outside your yard, leaning casually against the fence like he owns the street, like he didn’t just pelt your window with two small rocks. his hoodie is up, shadowing his face, but the flashlight in his hand flicks on and off twice. deliberate. like a signal.

you blink. and then blink again.

because han taesan is the neighbor you’ve always kept a healthy distance from. he’s the reason the neighborhood group chat has three different emergency threads. he’s the kid who climbed onto the school's four-story roof last year just because someone dared him. he’s always getting written up. always being talked about. always loud, always laughing.

but tonight, he’s quiet. tonight, he’s looking directly at you.

you don’t move. he shifts slightly, then pulls something out from behind his back.

a sign. well, it's a napkin, but it works as a sign. he holds it up, and in bold, messy marker it reads:

come with me. just for a bit.

your heart skips.

you’re not the type to sneak out. not the type to say yes to things like this. you’re the “text me when you get there” kind. the “curfew means curfew” kind. your phone is already in your hand, screen glowing with the drafted text you were going to send to your mom about finishing homework and heading to bed early.

you look back out the window. taesan grins and pulls out another napkin where he starts scribbling onto it once again.

you’ll regret it if you don’t.

the grin gets to you more than it should. it’s not cocky. it’s a little hopeful. a little excited. like he’s waiting to share something no one else gets to see. like he picked you.

you sigh. your thumb hovers over the text message. you think about deleting it. you think about shutting the window. you think about how weird tomorrow might feel if you go. and like a ghost possesed you to be different tonight, you delete the draft and throw on a hoodie.

you leave the light on to make it look like you’re still in your room. your heart is pounding in your throat. this is ridiculous. this is so dumb. you’re halfway down the stairs before you even realize you're moving.

you make sure to take out the batteries from the door alarm and open it but the front door creaks. you wince. freeze.

nothing.

you slip outside and shut it again, as slowly and silently as possible. the porch light is off. the night is cold and still and too quiet. every crunch of gravel beneath your sneakers feels like a siren.

taesan is already walking backward, waving you toward the end of the street.

you jog to catch up.

“you actually came,” he says, eyebrows raised.

“you threw rocks at my window,” you whisper back, still out of breath.

“and you came,” he says, like that’s proof of something. “i’m impressed.”

you roll your eyes. “what is this, exactly?”

taesan shrugs, flashing the flashlight briefly at your feet. “just something i want to show you. it’ll be worth it.”

“is this the part where you reveal you’ve been hiding a stolen motorcycle in your garage?”

he grins wider. “nah. that’s next week.”

you laugh before you mean to, and he catches it. his gaze lingers on you for half a second longer than it should. you pretend not to notice.

the neighborhood looks different at night. each house is a sleeping giant. windows glowing softly. no cars. no noise. just the two of you, cutting across sidewalks and hopping fences like fugitives.

“we’re gonna get arrested,” you mutter.

“technically,” he says, “we’re just walking.”

you glance over at him. “most people walk on the sidewalk.”

“most people are boring.”

you duck as a red dot from a camera catches your gaze. taesan hisses a laugh and grabs your wrist, yanking you behind the nearest hedge.

you land too close together, knees bumping, breath tangled.

you don’t say anything. neither does he.

the light eventually shuts off.

“okay,” you whisper, barely audible. “maybe this is kinda fun.”

“told you,” he says. “but it gets better.”

“what is this place, taesan?”

he looks at you, serious for a moment. “it’s where i go when the rest of this place feels too small.”

you stare at him.

he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “that sounded cooler in my head.”

you nod slowly. “nah. it was kind of cool.”

he perks up again. “yeah?”

“don’t push it.”

you keep walking, this time side by side.

the thrill is still there, tingling just beneath your skin, but there’s something warmer now too. a weird quiet comfort in the way your steps sync. in the way taesan hums softly when there’s no conversation. in the way he sometimes looks at you like he can’t believe you’re still here.

“so,” you say after a while, “do you do this often?”

“sneak out? yeah.”

“no, convince innocent bystanders to join your criminal antics?”

“not really,” he says. “you’re kind of a first.”

you glance at him.

he doesn’t look back.

instead, he points ahead to a chain-link fence.

“almost there,” he says.

you don’t know where there is yet, but you know one thing for sure: you’re not turning back.

not yet.

you’re halfway across a playground you didn’t know still existed when taesan suddenly veers left, hopping a low fence like it’s muscle memory.

you follow, breathing harder now, adrenaline buzzing under your skin in a way that makes you feel alive and reckless and a little bit stupid.

“we’re really far from my house,” you say.

“you mean our house,” he corrects, turning around with a crooked grin. “we’re neighbors, remember?”

“yeah,” you mutter. “this feels like the kind of bonding experience that ends with a demon being summoned.”

he laughs, loud and bright in the empty dark. it echoes between the old school buildings as you both duck into a narrow path between chain-link fences.

“you always this dramatic?” he asks.

“you always this mysterious?” you shoot back.

he considers this. “i try not to be. people make assumptions when you stop explaining yourself.”

“so you just stopped explaining?”

“i got tired,” he says, voice quieter now. “and my friends moved away. it’s easier not to miss them if i don’t talk about them.”

you glance at him. there’s something different in the way he walks now. slower. not just because the path narrows, but because he’s remembering.

“this the part where you tell me about your tragic backstory?” you ask, teasing, but softer.

he snorts. “nah. just… there used to be five of us. every friday night. we’d sneak out, go exploring, steal snacks from the convenience store if we were brave enough. we called it ‘operation getaway.’”

you raise a brow. “wow. that’s so dramatic.”

he nudges you with his shoulder. “shut up.”

“i’m just saying,” you grin, “sounds kind of adorable. were you, like, the fearless leader?”

“duh,” he says, then adds quickly, “i mean—no. maybe. i don’t know.”

“taesan,” you drawl. “are you sentimental?”

he stumbles over a crack in the pavement.

“what? no,” he says too fast. “no way.”

“you totally are.”

“i’m not.”

“this is your secret memory lane. you’re taking me to your old hangout spot. you’re sharing stories about your childhood gang—”

“okay shut up, you’re ruining the moment.”

you’re laughing when he shoves you lightly, and he’s laughing too, except it sounds more like relief. like he’s glad you didn’t run at the first sign of something real.

you climb up a slanted dumpster and hop down the other side, landing next to him in a hidden alley you didn’t even know existed. it smells like asphalt and wild mint.

“how do you know all these weird paths?” you ask, brushing your hands on your hoodie.

“been running through them since i was twelve,” he says, glancing around. “they don’t teach this stuff in school.”

you pause, realizing you’ve been walking for a while now, and not once have you felt lost.

“now, where are we going?” you ask.

he smiles. “you’ll see.”

you roll your eyes. “vague. mysterious. definitely suspicious.”

“all the best things are,” he says.

you keep walking, but something changes.

at first it’s small, a flicker in your peripheral vision. a low hum. the kind of noise you don’t notice until it’s been going on for too long.

you glance behind you.

a car. old. paint chipped. headlights off. moving way too slow for a place with no stop signs.

you squint. taesan hasn’t noticed yet. he’s ahead of you, already halfway through a shortcut behind someone’s backyard. but when the car creeps past again, this time from the other side of the block, you speak up.

“hey… that car’s weird.”

he stops mid-step. turns. his eyes scan the street, sharp now, calculating.

“which one?”

you point. it’s gone again.

his jaw tightens. not dramatically. just enough that you notice.

“it’s probably nothing,” he says, voice level. “somebody getting lost.”

but he’s looking around more now. less joking. more alert.

you don’t ask questions. not yet. you just fall in step beside him again, a little closer this time. and when you reach a side street with no streetlights, he reaches out and takes your hand.

just like that.

no big deal.

except your fingers are burning where they touch.

“shortcut,” he says, tugging you into the dark between two buildings. “we’ll cut through here.”

you don’t argue.

your shoes scuff against broken pavement, and his flashlight flicks on, just long enough to catch your footing. it smells like rain and something else, dust maybe. you can hear your own heartbeat louder than your steps.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, still holding your hand.

you nod, even though he’s not looking.

“yeah.”

you’re more than okay. you’re terrified, and excited, and fully aware that you’re wandering through alleys with a boy you barely know but somehow trust anyway.

and then, as you turn the corner, he stops. you almost run into him. he’s staring up at a narrow fire escape tucked between two brick walls.

“this is it,” he says.

you follow his gaze. “what is?”

he grins. “our rooftop,” he says. “c’mon. don’t wimp out on me now.”

you eye the ladder. it looks… less than safe.

“you first,” you mutter.

he’s already climbing.

you wait until he’s halfway up before starting after him, hands trembling with cold and adrenaline.

when you reach the top, breathless and heart pounding, he’s standing there—arms spread like he’s welcoming you into a secret universe.

and what you see takes your breath away.

city lights stretch in every direction. soft, glowing. like someone shook glitter over the world and let it settle in the cracks. the wind brushes your face. it’s quiet up here. peaceful. far away from everything.

“taesan…” you say, voice small.

he glances over. “told you it’d be worth it.”

you don’t realize how hard you’re breathing until your back hits the cool rooftop, and the stars spin a little above your head.

“oh my god,” you gasp, laughing between breaths. “we almost died on that ladder.”

taesan collapses next to you with a dramatic sigh. “worth it.”

you turn your head. he’s grinning again, eyes squinting up at the sky, hoodie bunched at his elbows. you’re close enough that your arms touch, and the heat from his skin is louder than the wind.

“so,” you say after a beat, “this is your big secret spot.”

he hums. “yep.”

“it’s actually kind of... amazing.”

“you sound surprised.”

“well,” you grin, “i was expecting like, a junkyard. or maybe a haunted gas station.”

“jeez, you just hate me i guess,” he deadpans.

you nudge his shoulder. he doesn’t nudge back.

instead, he says, quieter now, “i thought you weren’t gonna come.”

you glance at him.

his eyes are still on the sky, but his voice dips, softer around the edges. “i had the sign ready and everything. would’ve felt dumb just standing down there.”

your chest squeezes. “so you planned that?” you ask, raising a brow.

he side-eyes you. “no.”

“taesan.”

“okay maybe.”

you laugh, and he smiles like he can’t help it. there’s something different about this version of him. less troublemaker, more boy with too much heart and nowhere to put it.

you sit up, the city stretching behind him like a dream, and for a second, just a second, you wonder what would happen if you leaned in.

he’s looking at you.

you’re looking back.

his hand brushes yours, light as static.

you close your eyes, move closer

and then—

“oh hell no.”

you both jolt upright.

from the opposite side of the rooftop, two shadows emerge, both climbing over the edge like it’s their usual entrance.

taesan groans. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“bro,” the short one says, stepping into the light, “you knew we were coming tonight.”

“i forgot!”

the second boy, a much taller, with round cheeks and wide eyes, waves cheerfully, like he hasn’t just interrupted the moment of the century.

“hi!” he says brightly, to you. “you’re not part of the usual rooftop squad.”

“not yet,” you mumble.

“don’t be nice,” taesan grumbles, standing. “you just ruined the vibe.”

“you ruined the vibe by being early,” the short one fires back. “we had a whole timing plan!”

taesan sighs like this is a very old argument.

“y/n,” he gestures between them, “this is riwoo, angry, dramatic, and woonhak, baby of the group.”

woonhak beams and does a little wave again.

you can’t help it, you whisper to taesan, “he is the cutest.”

taesan just groans louder. “don’t encourage him.”

woonhak plops down like this is his house and you’re the guest. “you guys bring snacks?”

“do i look unprepared?” taesan mutters, already pulling a bag of chips, two rice cakes, and a bottle of melon soda from his backpack like some kind of urban picnic magician.

riwoo raises his eyebrows. “you brought donuts? for them?”

“shut up,” taesan says, tossing the pack across the rooftop. “you can have half.”

“i want a rice cake,” woonhak chirps.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” taesan says, handing it over.

you watch all this unfold. three boys on a rooftop at midnight, bickering over snacks and spots on the concrete, and suddenly, the night feels warmer. this is the side of taesan no one gets to see. the one who keeps old traditions alive. the one who remembers to bring enough snacks for everyone. the one who laughs like he means it.

you end up sitting between woonhak and riwoo, passing the soda back and forth as stories start to spill out. ones about rooftops and ruined bikes and the time taesan broke a pipe trying to slide down it like in a movie.

“he landed in someone’s pool,” riwoo says, deadpan.

“i was aiming for it!” taesan insists.

“you broke your arm.”

“yeah, after the pool part. technically still a win.”

you’re laughing too hard to respond. your face hurts from smiling.

taesan glances at you, eyes crinkled. there’s something in his gaze you can’t place, soft and searching, like he’s trying to memorize the sound of your laugh.

you look away, heart thudding louder than before.

somewhere in the distance, a dog barks. a train hums. the city never really sleeps. but for once, it feels like the world’s paused just for you.

you tilt your head back. above, stars scatter across the sky like glitter spilled on black velvet. below, you can see the town, tiny houses, sleepy streets, the faint glow of your porch light still on.

you think about curfews. about rules. about how this night wasn’t supposed to happen. and then you think about how glad you are that it did.

the sky is turning that pale, impossible blue, like someone pressed pause on the night right before it gave up.

you walk slower now, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, the rooftops and alleyways behind you, your house still just out of sight.

it’s not the kind of slow that comes from being tired. it’s the kind of slow that says please don’t end yet.

taesan’s quiet too. not in a bad way. just thoughtful. he kicks a pebble down the sidewalk, his hand close to yours but not quite touching. you want to say something. you don’t know what.

instead, he says, “you ever stay out this late before?”

you shake your head. “never.”

he looks over. “so… i was your first time?”

you scoff, elbowing him. “don’t make it weird.”

he laughs, but it’s soft. tired. fond.

you turn onto your street and the quiet shifts. not peaceful anymore. heavier. because from here, you can see it.

your porch light is on.

and the light inside the living room, off when you left, is now glowing faintly behind the curtains.

your heart drops to your knees.

“shit,” you whisper.

taesan stops next to you. he sees it too.

you both just stand there for a second, frozen like deer in someone else’s headlights.

“okay,” he says finally, breath visible in the morning chill. “don’t freak out. could just be uhh—like, someone got up to pee. lights got left on.”

“yeah,” you say. “totally. because my family just loves wasting electricity.”

you take another step. then another. your yard is a war zone of betrayal. every twig looks louder. every shadow feels like an accusation.

taesan nudges your fingers with his. not quite a hold. just a reminder he’s there.

“don’t worry,” he says, too gently. “if you get caught… i’ll take the blame.”

you blink at him.

“taesan.”

“i mean it.”

“that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” you whisper, but you’re smiling. kind of. it’s tight. terrified.

you reach the edge of your driveway and crouch instinctively. like you’re in a spy movie. or about to commit a very boring felony.

taesan follows your lead, ducking behind your mom’s flowerbed.

“okay,” you mutter. “plan?”

“i distract. you sneak in. climb up that janky trellis like you’re in mission impossible. easy.”

“you do realize i’ll owe you for life if this works.”

he shrugs. “worth it.”

you glance toward the house.

the window to your room is slightly cracked open, just like you left it when the nights got too warm. but that means you didn’t close it. which means someone might’ve noticed. might’ve gone to check.

your throat is dry.

“i’ll go first,” you whisper. “if it looks bad… run.”

he frowns.

“i’m serious,” you add. “don’t make this worse than it is. just—run.”

he hesitates. but nods.

you creep across the yard. one foot. then the other. the grass is damp. your hoodie feels too loud. everything is glass and you’re walking with a hammer. you reach the side of the house. make it to the window. fingers wrap around the wood. you glance back—

taesan’s crouched low, watching you. he gives a tiny thumbs-up.

you roll your eyes and start to climb. it’s harder than it looks. the wood creaks. your foot slips once. but you make it, window ledge, fingertips, finally swinging one leg over—

and then it happens.

the creak.

that one stupid floorboard by your desk. you always forget. it always betrays you.

your heart stops.

you freeze, mid-step. barely breathing.

down the hallway, something moves.

a shadow.

a person.

you hiss—“go!”—at the window, barely loud enough, but taesan hears.

he’s already moving. but he doesn’t run. he hesitates. stares up at you one last time. something flickers in his eyes. regret, apology, maybe just goodbye. and then he bolts.

vanishes behind the neighbor’s hedges like he was never there. you’re alone now. and the shadow’s getting closer.

—

the house is too quiet after the storm.

you’re still standing in the hallway when the words settle in the air like dust:

“you’re grounded for a month.”

you don’t argue. you just nod. what would you even say?

the silence that follows is somehow worse. the kind where you can feel someone’s disappointment before they even say it. like static in your bones.

you mumble something like “okay,” something like “goodnight,” and shut your door behind you.

your room is dark except for the bluish light bleeding through the window. you can’t bring yourself to turn on the lamp. the adrenaline’s gone now, but your heart is still racing like it doesn’t know the night’s over.

you’re not even sure what you’re feeling.

regret?

not exactly.

fear?

kind of.

mostly it’s just… him.

taesan.

his hand brushing yours. his laugh on the rooftop. the way he ran when you told him to, but didn’t want to.

you sit on the edge of your bed and realize your fingers are clenched around something.

it’s a note, on another one of those stupid napkins. you forgot he gave it to you, folded into your palm like a secret before you climbed the trellis.

it’s crumpled now, smudged from your grip, but you unfold it anyway.

his handwriting is messy. like him.

“if we get caught, blame me. but if it’s fun, you have to admit i was right.”

you close your eyes. you don’t even hear your phone buzz until the second time. you dive for it.

taesan: did you make it?

you bite your lip. thumbs hover over the screen.

you: define “make it.”

you wait. your heart is loud again.

taesan: define “regret.”

you almost laugh. almost cry. your fingers tremble as you type, curling under the covers like the walls can’t hear you.

you: i don’t.

a pause. then the three dots again.

taesan: knew it.

you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling. your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re trying not to smile. you don’t know what this is. you just know it matters.

—

it’s past midnight when you hear it.

click.

soft. quiet. outside your window. you pause your music and sit up. it’s nothing. probably. a squirrel. the wind. you peek through the blinds anyway. and there he is.

taesan.

hoodie up. hair messy. standing at the edge of your yard like a dare you forgot to take. he sees you and holds something up.

a napkin.

scribbled in sharpie, crooked but clear:

“worth it?”

you stare at him, press your forehead against the cold glass, and nod.

taesan’s grin splits across his face. cocky. blinding. he doesn’t stay.

just throws you a wink and disappears again. back into the dark, like a secret the night let slip for just a second.

you crawl back into bed and keep the napkin. fold it. press it into your notebook. write the date in the corner.

because later, when you’re older and the world feels a little less magic, you’ll want to remember this:

the rooftop.

the laughter.

the near-kiss.

the sprint through shadows.

the moment your heart cracked open at the worst possible time.

you got caught. but you also chose it. and that kind of feeling?

that’s worth everything.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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SOULMATE UNDERCOVER ⌕ TAESAN SMAU

LOGGING IN ｡ ｡ ｡ With Find my Lover on the rise, it only makes sense to take down Soulmate Tracker once and for all. As one of the creators of Find my Lover, you have been tasked with going undercover as a client of the rival service to complete your team’s goal. However, things go completely wrong when instead of sticking to the plan, you find yourself falling for Han Taesan—the very person who could jeopardize everything you worked hard for.

OR IN WHICH What was supposed to be an easy plan to take down competition quickly spirals out of control—your mission now in shambles, leaving you torn with the possibility of being with someone unexpected.

MATCH FOUND ➜ han taesan x fem ! reader ──────

LOADING DETAILS ↻ social media au, school au, fluff, a little bit of angst, crack, she fell first / he fell harder, secret identity kind of thing, strangers to lovers

OTHER SEARCHES ⌇ boynextdoor ( all mems ), illit ( iroha and minju ) zerobaseone ( gunwook ) enhypen ( riki ) + other brief idol mentions ( sunghoon, anton, yuna, jiwoo + tba ?! )

WARNINGS AHEAD ➜ language, insults / bickering, random timestamps, moments of denial ? (how’d u think i dragged this out 🫰) + more will be added if any !

STATUS ↻ COMING SOON [ … — … ] ( every weds + sat )

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PROFILES ──── the trackers & the finders

THE CHAPTERS › prologue — bootleg tinder

001 › ROBLOXGAMER2984 NOOOO

002 › i’d like to Thank the academy

003 › it’s just the instigator in me..

004 › We got em boys 😂🙏

005 › Delete for ur Bro pls ❤️?

006 › i just said anyone BUT you

007 › all these jabs coming from left and right 💔💔💔

008 › that’s heat!

009 › what’s up youtube!

010 › the dumb dumber and dumbest trio

TO BE ADDED!

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the door creaks open with the low thud of footsteps, and the moment you look up, there he is—tie slightly loosened, hair tousled, broad shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

he’s got his arms around you before you can even say hi, nose tucked into your shoulder, exhaling like the weight of the world just lifted.

you rub his back gently, and he only hugs you tighter. your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair. 

“tough day?”

he nods into the curve of your neck. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles, voice soft and muffled as he sways you slightly. “did you miss me?”

you chuckle under your breath. “you saw me this morning.”

“yeah,” he pouts, pulling back just enough to look at you, “but that was so many hours ago.”

your heart melts at the sincerity in his voice, and you let him hold you, swaying gently with him in the quiet. the only sound is the soft crackle of the chimney behind you, casting a warm glow across the room.

even when you pull away slightly to ask if he wants dinner, he tugs you right back in, mumbling into your shirt, “not yet. just a few more minutes like this.”

and so you stay like that, his head resting on your shoulder, arms around your waist, wrapped up in the quiet thrum of home.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮

riwoo’s sprawled on the couch beside you, one arm draped around your shoulder as you snuggle into him, a blanket messily thrown over your tangled limbs and a bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

a romcom plays on the television—the kind that’s equal parts cheesy and charming—and riwoo’s been providing commentary on every single scene, ridiculous and exaggerated, leaving you wheezing with laughter, clutching your stomach. he looks so proud of himself every time you laugh, flashing that boyish grin every time you laugh, even when you playfully shove him for his hilarious comments.

you’re laughing more than watching.

and then, the ending hits. the music softens, the screen dims, and the two lovers finally reunite after being apart.

riwoo’s about to crack another joke when—

sniffle.

he pauses, turning to look at you, and his smile fades into something softer. “wait, are you crying?” he asks, his voice low, surprised.

you nod, wiping your cheek quickly. “it just got me, okay?”

without hesitation, he scoots in closer, tugging the blanket snugly around both of you, his fingers gently reaching for yours. “hey, come here.”

no more jokes. just his arms around you, chin resting on your head, and his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles into your palm—quiet, warm comfort wrapped in the soft glow of movie credits from the screen.

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

it’s still dim when jaehyun wakes, the room washed in blue-grey light. your limbs are tangled beneath the blanket, one hand resting over his chest, your breath brushing against his collarbone in a steady rhythm.

his lips lift in a soft smile when he looks at you. your lips are parted slightly, brows relaxed, your expression peaceful—like you’re perfectly content staying wrapped in his arms. his gaze lingers, tracing over your face, memorizing every curve softened by sleep.

he brushes your hair back, thumb gently grazing the slope of your cheek.

the minutes stretch on. he checks his phone. no emails, no messages, no noise. just the quiet beating of his heart, somehow louder in the stillness.

eventually, the boredom seeps in—not the restless kind, but the yearning kind.

so he leans in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your nose.

you groan, sinking deeper into the blankets. “too early.”

jaehyun hums, slotting his leg between yours, voice barely above a whisper. “i missed you.”

you sigh, exasperated, but you let him curl fully around you. he’s warm—annoyingly so. he smells like his body wash, and home.

and when he rubs his nose against yours and mumbles, “if you really want me to stop, i will,” you let out a tired laugh.

“don’t stop,” because even if you act mad sometimes, you still love his affection so much.

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭

taesan bursts through the door, soaked from head to toe, water dripping all over the entryway.

“you didn’t take an umbrella?” you ask, arms crossed, brows furrowed in disappointment.

“i forgot,” he says pitifully, hair plastered to his forehead and shirt soaked through. “it started pouring out of nowhere.”

your glare doesn’t falter—you’d reminded him to carry an umbrella, more than once. but he never listens.

he pouts a little and leans into you, like a wet kitten looking for sympathy. “comfort me. i’m wet.”

“you’re also gross,” you deadpan. “go shower before you catch a cold.”

when he reappears fifteen minutes later, his hair is damp and clean, shoulders bare, skin flushed from the hot water. he sits at the edge of the bed, and you kneel in front of him, gently toweling his hair dry.

he hums, soft and content, until you accidentally tug his ear a little too hard.

“ow.”

“sorry,” you say, trying not to smile.

he turns to pout at you, cheeks puffed like a cartoonishly. “you’re not being gentle. are you really mad at me?”

you chuckle, setting the towel aside and pulling him closer until his head rests against your stomach. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed into your shirt.

“better?”

“mm,” he hums, already snuggling in. “much.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭

leehan is sitting on the floor between your legs, his back warm against your ankles, and his cheek rested snugly against your knee. the living room is quiet, save for the soft hum of whatever show is playing on the television.

your fingers move through his hair slowly—carding out the little tangles, smoothing each strand with care. leehan hums under his breath as you part it carefully, smoothing it down before starting a braid.

your hands move in gentle patterns—over, under, over—and he tilts his head slightly to give you more space. he leans into your touch, shoulders relaxed, breathing slow and steady.

“is this okay? too tight?” you ask, pausing to lightly scratch his scalp

“no,” he murmurs, eyes closed. “feels nice.”

you finish the braid—neat and simple—but your fingers keep moving, combing through the rest of his hair with soothing, lazy motions.

he shifts slightly, turning his head to look up at you with that soft, half-lidded gaze that makes your chest ache a little. “let’s do nothing all day,” he says, voice thick with comfort.

you chuckle, brushing a thumb against his cheekbone. “that’s what we’re doing right now.”

he nods, satisfied. and you both stay just like that for hours, long after the braid is done—quiet tv, soft touches, and hearts full.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪

you wake up to the softest poke against your shoulder and woonhak’s voice in your ear. “hey. wake up, please?”

you groan, blearily blinking at the clock. “it’s 1:30 in the morning. what do you need?”

he grins. “i’m craving ramen. come with me?”

you grumble but get up anyway, feet padding after him into the kitchen.

you sit on the counter, half-asleep and smiling as he throws absurd ingredients into the pot just for the sake of experimenting.

“strawberries are not for garnish,” you mumble, amused, watching him cut strawberries into tiny pieces.

“i just wanted some colour,” he laughs.

he keeps looking over his shoulder at you. you’re smiling in a sleepy, squint way: the one that he’s grown to adore so much. he cracks another egg into the pot, absolutely no reason other than wanting to hear you laugh again.

you don’t trust the ramen he’s cooking at all, but he’s glowing—loose tee, messy hair, eyes sparkling—and you let him play chef.

once the lid is on and the noodles are simmering, he sets the chopsticks down, steps between your legs, and leans in to kiss you. slow. warm. just because he can.

you kiss back, fingers curling into his hair—until your nose twitches.

“woonhak,” you murmur against his lips, “the ramen.”

he yelps, rushing back to the pot, cheeks flushed pink, clearly embarrassed for getting distracted so easily.

when it’s finally done, you eat straight from the pot (because who’s bothering with dishes at 2 am?). and somehow, it turns out edible delicious, even.

you sit side by side on the floor, knees bumping, chopsticks clinking, trying not to laugh too loudly.

you’ll probably regret this when you’re both running late in the morning—but that’s a worry for tomorrow.

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JAEHYUN 명재현

He'll tell you it happened by accident, his phone was left on do not disturb the moment he got to work. he'll tell you that he was so focused on the upcoming comeback, so focused on producing this new song, so focused on learning this new choreo, so focused—so distracted—that it had simply slipped his mind to pick you up, to check the weather, to remember you were waiting. 

Jaehyun thinks he’ll never get rid of the image of you—wet, shivering, quiet—when he finally caught up to the staircase. your eyes bore into his. ‘You forgot.’

"jaehyun you—" a shaky breath. you don't finish. he'd rather you yell at him. tell him how awful a boyfriend he's been. scream. throw something at him maybe. 

instead, you stay silent. your eyes never leave him. he has to tear his own eyes away from you — there's too much emotion in yours, too much that makes him want to cry. he was a terrible boyfriend. his lips part in hope to say something, but what could he say — so he says nothing. eyes filled with unshed tears staring at the way his shoes crease against the roughness of the staircase. “i’m sorry,” he finally says, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to — I didn’t want. I’m just so so…” 

a shaky breath betrays him, a desperate soft plea don't go. he hears his heartbeat echoing in his ears, the wind whistling, and the staggered pitter pattering of the rain. 

you purse your bottom lip, clenching and unclenching your fists. a part of you wants to forgive him — the way jaehyun quickly tears his gaze away whenever your eyes meet, the way his lips quiver everytime they part… — the other is still mad, you had to wait, you had to call, and you called and he left you waiting. 

a sigh leaves your lips as you adjust your bag on your shoulder, stepping down the staircase until you reach his level. he watches you carefully, scared that if he moves, he says something if he does something, you might actually go away. 

arms snake around his waist, your face flush against his chest. “it's okay hyun,” you murmur, fingers tracing soft circles against his back. “just don't forget me okay.” He nods furiously, “never, ill never. I'm sorry, I'm sorry  I'm so sorry —” he rests his head onto your shoulder, you whisper, “ I know, baby. I know baby” 

SUNGHO 박성호

the bus ride home is silent, too silent. sungho had said he was busy — he was always too busy. he’s aware that no amount of sorry’s would make it up to you. eyes snapping away from your own whenever he finds your gaze lingering too long. 

underneath them the bus rumbles, constantly swaying the two of you back and forth between the plethora of people standing, waiting to get to their next stop. 

he wants to hold your hand and, tell you that he’s sorry — but he knows that it won’t work, not this time. he promised that he’d pick you up from work, to pick you up early to hang out together (the first time in a while) 

but 15 minutes past eleven and he’s still not here. so you wait for the bus and then you see him, running down the street to meet you. the smoky sputter of the bus moves your attention back to it and you step inside, and sungho feels his heart break into two. 

he’s sorry he says, when he boards the bus and stands behind you. hands just inches away from your own. “stop making excuses, i’m tired.” and he listens 

sungho stands silently, his own tall figure covering your own, the bus continues to fill up, despite being a bit after midnight. the lights outside flicker past one by one, and the silence between you two makes him uncomfortable. 

it’s too quiet for his liking. he feels so guilty, but he knows that no amount of sorry’s tumbling from his lips would make you turn to face him and tell him what you want to say – what you truly want to say. 

your gaze stays on the window in front of you, you refuse to look at him. this time you won’t be swayed but soon tufts of hair tickle your shoulder and you find him resting his forehead against it. 

he holds his hand out for you — waiting mindlessly for your warmth. the corners of your lips turn into a soft smile. and you hold it, his knuckles softly caressing and softening the fold. his other hand finds itself on the grab handle, your hands are tightly wrapped around. 

A gentle kiss on your shoulder blade tells you all that he’s been saying. I'm sorry. the gentle lean of your head on his tells him your answer.

RIWOO 이상혁

the wind is howling, the rain is pouring, your feet hurt and you just want to go home. sanghyeok had already texted that he was on his way, that things got held up all of which were beyond his control. but youre tired and confused and oh so cold and he’s not here. 

footsteps hitting the pavement in a sound all too familiar grabs your attention away from the phone that illuminates your face in the evening. 

the look that you give him is so tired, no bright smile evident on your face no emotion but the slow blink you give him when he approaches you. there’s nothing much to say, not much he can say. and you know what happened was beyond his control, the fact that his elders held him up or he was forced to work a late hour but you had wished he was here and not there

he looked like he ran — sanghyeok's chest heaves a bit, droplets of water dripping down his face as he walks underneath the shelter despite having a folded umbrella in his hand. 

you turn your attention back to your phone, playing with the edge of its case — it's old and has lost its colour, but the charm sanghyeok had given you before you started dating stays stuck to it. 

you turn back to your phone, thumb tracing the edge of its faded case. the charm sanghyeok gave you — the one from before you even started dating — still clings to it.

sanghyeok sits beside you in silence, waiting for something — really anything, he doesn’t mind sitting in silence. just wants to know if everything is right with you. 

his heart beats in his chest as he watches you pick up your workbag from the stairs of the building and pull it over your shoulder, and then rest your self against him. he lets out a soft sigh and smiles, before resting his own head against yours. “i’m sorry,” he says, a hand out to hold your own. “They wouldn’t let me go and I tried, I promise you I tried but I couldn’t.”

you put your other hand on top of his, before bringing it up to your lips and placing a chaste kiss between the depths of his flushed knuckles. “it’s okay,” you lift your head up to look at him. 

he can no longer hide the tears threatening to fall, blurring his vision completelty. maybe he’d lie and say it was the rain. “i love you,” you give a soft kiss to his forehead. his bottom lip juts out forward before he brings your head closer to his lips, a warm kiss to your ftop of your head.

TAESAN 한동민

dongmin's first instinct is to call you, having spent most of the day in his room — trying to craft up songs for their new album, the numerous frantic calls and notifications on his phone go completely unnoticed. it’s when he tilts his phone, for a brief moment, to check the time he sees your calls — his heart sinks. 

he immediately, calls — it rings a couple of times before you finally decide to pick it up, series of ‘im coming,’ are muttered through the phone on dongmin's end. phone pressed to his ears while he runs out into the sidewalk, trying to fix up his jacket. ‘I’m coming baby i’m sorry’.

you could hear his panting through the phone, his footsteps against the pavement — the poor boy stumbling a couple times and attempting to regain his footing before bumping into a crowd of officeworkers. (he’s determined — he thinks, to hear your voice, to know that you’re atleast okay while he finds his way to meet you). 

you’re already walking by the time he reaches up to you, umbrella propped open in his hand that does no good as he stumbles in front of the staircase. the glare you give him is anything but warm. dongmin's hands are shoved into his pocket pulling out heat warmers for your hands. you don’t move, so he takes your hand and wraps your fingers around it. you swallow. 

puddles fill the cracks in the sidewalk as the light summer drizzle turns heavier, you hold the umbrella dongmin brought with him while he walks beside you, hands shoved in his pocket, heat warmers shoved in yours. the silence irks you, so you say something — really anything, more directed at him more angry at him, more angry at yourself for letting this happen again. 

and soon the words ‘ you don’t care,’ stumble from your lips and he stops in his tracks, pulling your arm and swings you to face him. “ i do care.” 

it’s firm and strong, the distant sound of cars driving past you, but you hear him. “i do care,” he says quieter this time, eyes never tearing away from your own. “I care,” he chokes on his own words, eyes scanning your face for some sort of expression, maybe for remorse or for forgiveness. “i’m sorry.” 

and he really, really means it. dongmin's arms snake around your waist and pull you flush against him, i’m sorry.

LEEHAN 김동현

the sound of the car door clicks open and you meet the eyes of an embarrassed donghyun leaning forward from the drivers seat. he gives you a sheepish smile, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

but the water thats seeping through your clothes, and the way everything is clinging onto you makes you want to burst. so you stare at him, brows furrowing with an expression thats all too knowing. 

he swallows his excuse, a soft sorry leaving his lips as he grabs a cloth from the glove compartment and puts it on the passenger seat. you throw your bag in first, before wringing out the excess water from your clothes — your eyes leave him, you can't bear looking at this man any longer. 

donghyun turns up the heater, watching as you finally enter and settle into your seat, the door slamming closed before you adjust yourself. 

his lips part — he wants to say something, fingers tapping against the steering wheel in a way to fill the silence. The windshield wipers make a sound that scratches your brain in all the wrong ways. his hand makes his way to the back of your headrest, his eyes glittering against the lamp post, you avoid his gaze. because you know if you look at him, if you meet his eyes, you’ll falter — you’ll smile and say it was okay but it wasn’t. 

donghyun notices but stays silent and turns his attention back to the steering weel, starting the car up again. the ride home is noisy — the soft rumbling of the car, the rain hitting against the windows, the heater doing most of the talking. you barely hear it, the “i’m sorry,” he says. a little over a whisper, less than a yell – filled with worry and regret and so much guilt. 

“i’m so so so sorry,” he continues and then explains — something about work and dancing you nod eyes fixed between your nail and the road, anything but him. 

you refuse to spare him much of a glance but then the car pulls up to a red light and he turns his entire body to face you. 

“im so sorry my love.” there's a soft pause. “I know,” it leaves your lips quietly. donghyun tilts his head to catch your gaze, your eyes dart everywhere, looking at everything but him. “mmm?” he hums softly and his hands slip over to your side and he aches for your touch. 

you can feel the cry coming before the tears, the bubbling in your chest — the possibly sickness making you feel all too woozy. his hands stay like that for awhile, a bit empty a bit lonely but your hands instinctively reach for his own, before he clasps it and pulls you into a kiss. 

it’s short and sweet, a promised passed between lips — i won’t forget, i’m sorry. 

a car honks from behind and he giggles, stealing another kiss for road safety before hitting the pedal, his right hand never leaving your own.

WOONHAK 김운학

he runs. that’s all he simply does, the moment his friend reminds him that he was supposed to meet up with you, the nogs turn in his head and he sprints. 

barely grabs his jacket as he jumps down flights of stairs down to the apartment entrance. woonhak can’t believe he forgot, strings of curses leave him in a single breath the wind howling in his ears. 

almost impulsively he passes by the bakery that you’ve been craving to eat from, running inside, nearly bumping into an old man who gives him the scolding of his life. woonhak lets the older man speak, ranting about how the young kids don’t know how to do anything and maybe he was right — but he ignored him for the most part, eyes scanning the menu and trying to figure out what treat would be the best for you. one that wouldn’t coax you into forgiving him but enough that shows that he cares and that he truly really is sorry. 

woonhak leaves as quickly as he came. he does his best not to ruin the designs of the treat, trying to keep it intact as much as possible, but one hand is holding his phone and desperately trying to get you to pick up while he speeds up to your meeting place. 

and he sees you, eyes pinned to the floor playign with the gravel underneath your shoe, the guilty pit in his stomach making it harder to ignore. you finally look up when you hear someone approaching you, and you make eye contact. 

there’s a pause between the two of you. “you forgot.” you finally say. “i forgot,” the corners of his lips pull down, softly blinking back the tears in his eyes. i’m sorry gets stuck in his throat, the sweat rolling down his face, and the dampness of his clothes already tell you enough. woonhak waits, breath shaky, and sighs deeply. 

you shift a bit, patting the empty space beside you. he smiles through the blurry vision, setting the bag down to give you a hug. “i’m sorry,”

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a/n: perv!taesan brainrot unfortunately

best friend perv!taesan who is so close to you that you don’t mind sharing pictures of yourself with. you need a fresh set of eyes after a while of contemplating whether your boobs look good or not in the pics you took on a whim. he always compliments them, particularly normally, saying they look great and you don’t have to worry so much about them. but alone, he’s typing it all with one hand while the other is furiously working him up because you’re providing him content he would otherwise have to search for. the way your cleavage spills out just enough as your hand holds your side, pushing your boobs together under your bra to really emphasize your assets has him drooling at the sight. but, well, even the simplest of things has him horny in an instant. of course, you’re oblivious to it all as you just send pictures and trust him with them, not knowing anything about how if he had a chance to fuck you, he would take it in a heartbeat. but you are just his friend, best friend in fact, and he doesn’t want to lose you in that aspect, so he just keeps it to himself rather pathetically.

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BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECOMMENDATIONS !

my favorite bnd fics i've read as of 18.04.2025

no smut because i don't read it!

SUNGHO

twenty questions by @taesanrot college au, coworkers to lovers, enemies to lovers, forced proximity

a lady's guide to securing a man with broad shoulders by @astrae4 fluff, strangers to lovers

of pomegranates and love stained fingers by @mountaesan fluff, established rs (soo soft and cute)

it's the thought that counts by @htaesan love at first sight, meet cute, fluff (my all time sungho fave!)

RIWOO why are there so little riwoo fics:((

gentle with me by @uriwoos2 fluff, hurt/comfort

the first snow by @lionhanie coworkers, fluff

come back home by @winteringdream comfort, fluff, established rs

MYUNGJAE

don't fall in love by @byeuijoo fluff

highschool in jakarta by @serejae fluff to angst

jaehyun and his frankly debilitating crush on you by @koishua fluff

i do, but! by @tanghuyuj oneshot smau, childhood bsf to lovers

rewind to you by @htaesan high school au, fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers

sick of being sober by @bambisnc drunk confession, fluff

TAESAN

medicine by @htaesan sickfic, established rs, fluff

meet ugly by @winteringdream series, university au, angst, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers

catch a break by @fgumi university au, fluff, strangers to lovers (his present at the end omfg)

nice guy by @ihangelic angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, bsf to lovers

the ultimate 10 steps to confessing (jaehyun's idea) by @dearwhs fluff

not that i care or anything by @htaesan fake dating, college au, fluff, one-sided rivals to lovers (this honestly has everything i love)

LEEHAN

mend me, love me by @mountaesan hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, pining

pull and push by @winteringdream black cat reader x golden retriever leehan, fluff

if i say ... i love you by @jnnul highschool au, fluff

silly little excuses by @rentenwins series, fluff, university au, neighbor leehan

things that your bf does that just make sense by @hancorys fluff, established rs

WOONHAK

take a chance with me by @winteringdream childhood bsf to lovers, fluff, angst

under the weather by @memorabxlia sickfic, bestfriend!woonhak

20 by @kaiyunsim bittersweet angst, comfort, bestfriend!woonhak, no romance

flying kiss by @nicholasluvbot fluff, headcanons

i love you(tube) by @juyeoz short smau, fluff, ytber au

favorite flavor by @guiltysungho fluff, highschool au

cherry blossoms by @winteringdream fluff, best friends to lovers

long list of my love by @4doras fluff, established rs

OT6

she gets her way by @miumura relationship fluff (i loveee)

when you kiss them mid-argument by @ihangelic established relationship, fluff, teeny tiny angst (honestly one of my fave genres)

when you cry during a movie by @eunandonly fluff

boynextdoor with kids by @slytherinshua fluff

songs queued by @gluion fluff

swayed by you by @woniluvu borrowing clothes, fluff

when they're clingy by @nicholasluvbot fluff, headcanons, established rs (i recommend everything written by ira honestly)

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INTERTWINED | HAN TAESAN

PAIRING: brother’s friend! han taesan x fem! reader

SUMMARY: Y/n had never officially met her brother’s friends. All she knew about them came from the echo of laughter, thundering footsteps, and the occasional crash of something toppling over whenever they visited. They were loud—loud enough to shake the walls of her room and drown out her music. One particularly chaotic afternoon, the noise downstairs reached a level she could no longer ignore. With a sigh of exasperation and curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n crept out of her room and tiptoed toward the staircase. Peeking over the railing, she finally laid eyes on the infamous group that had turned her home into a mini warzone of sound. That moment marked her first real encounter with Sungho’s friends—though she didn’t expect to take a liking to one of them.

GENRE: brother’s friend trope, fluff, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

A/N: the first part of this imagine is actually taken from a sunghoon ff that i never published on wattpad--ALSO, TAESAN RED HAIR and Boynextdoor comeback 😩

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Taesan and Y/n had been dating since senior year in high school. But when Y/n first met him, she was convinced he didn’t like her at all.

Fifteen-year-old Y/n let out an exasperated sigh as the loud voices from the living room echoed up the stairs. Her older brother, Sungho, had his friends over again—and they were anything but quiet.

She tried her best to focus on the textbook in front of her, eyes skimming over the same sentence for the fifth time. Another round of cheers erupted downstairs, and she shut her eyes in frustration. With a small groan, she closed her textbook, stood up, and tiptoed out of her room.

Peeking from the top of the staircase, she spotted her brother and three of his friends—Riwoo, Leehan, and another boy she didn’t recognize—lounging across the couch and floor of the living room. Before she could slip back into her room, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Sungho called out, jogging toward the door.

He opened it to reveal two more friends, Jaehyun and Taesan.

The moment Taesan stepped inside, his eyes immediately flicked to the staircase—where Y/n was still standing. He nudged Jaehyun, who followed his gaze. Y/n’s eyes widened when she accidentally made eye contact with Jaehyun, and she bolted back into her room.

“Dude!” Jaehyun exclaimed dramatically. “I think I just saw a ghost at the top of your stairs!”

Sungho laughed, closing the door behind them as Jaehyun clung to Taesan’s arm in mock fear. Riwoo, ever dramatic, immediately latched onto Leehan.

“You probably just saw my sister,” Sungho said with a chuckle, taking a seat next to Leehan again.

Jaehyun released Taesan and raised an eyebrow. “You have a sister?”

All the boys turned to Sungho in surprise, clearly intrigued.

Rolling his eyes, Sungho stood back up and walked toward the stairs. “Y/n! Can you come down for a bit?”

From behind her closed door, Y/n heard him. She hesitated before cracking her door open, her footsteps light as she padded toward the stairs.

“My friends want to meet you. Just for a second,” Sungho coaxed.

Y/n peeked around the corner, clearly nervous. Sungho laughed softly at her hesitant expression. The other boys exchanged confused glances.

“Are you guys… talking telepathically or something?” Riwoo joked.

Sungho shook his head. “She’s just a little shy.”

Y/n tugged the hood of her oversized sweatshirt—Sungho’s, of course—over her head and took a deep breath before sticking it out. The large hood covered most of her face, and her long black hair only added to the mystery, falling like a curtain over her features. She gave a tiny wave.

“Hi! I’m Jaehyun—the coolest one, obviously,” Jaehyun grinned, earning groans from the others.

“I’m Riwoo! Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Leehan!”

The boys turned expectantly to Taesan, but he remained seated, his gaze fixed on Y/n. His expression was unreadable—maybe even a little cold.

Y/n shifted under his stare, shrinking back slightly.

“That’s Taesan,” Sungho explained. “He’s kinda quiet.”

Sungho nudged Y/n to introduce herself. She gave him a frown but stepped forward slightly.

“H-hello, I’m Y/n. Sungho’s sister,” she said softly.

The boys leaned in.

“Sorry, what was that? Can you say it just a bit louder?” Jaehyun asked kindly.

Y/n sighed, cleared her throat, and tried again.

“Hello. I’m Sungho’s sister, Y/n.”

This time, the boys smiled and nodded. Sungho gave her a thumbs up.

“Okay, you can go back to your room now, Y/n,” he said.

Y/n let out a quiet breath of relief. She gave the group a final glance. Most of them waved or smiled at her—but Taesan still hadn’t smiled. His stare was sharp and unreadable.

Unnerved, Y/n quickly looked away and hurried back up the stairs.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

After that first meeting, Y/n started seeing Sungho’s friends everywhere. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. But then, Taesan began showing up in the most unexpected places—especially around her.

Like during lunch.

Y/n was sitting alone at her usual table. Her best friend, Wonyoung, was out sick with a cold, leaving her to eat by herself. She didn’t mind too much, but the silence felt unusually loud that day.

She was absentmindedly picking at her lunch when a shadow appeared over her tray. She looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Taesan standing there, holding his own lunch.

“U-uh, what are you d-doing?” she stammered, blinking up at him.

Taesan didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her and began eating, eyes focused on his tray.

Y/n continued staring at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, he looked up.

“Are you not going to eat? Lunch is almost over.”

Startled, she blinked again and slowly began eating, her mind spinning with questions.

Why was he sitting with her?

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

What did he want?

That silent lunch together? It was just the beginning.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Sophomore year was when Y/n’s feelings for Taesan began to blossom.

Sungho’s friends were always hanging around her, but it was the way Taesan treated her that made falling for him feel inevitable.

It was Sports Day at school, and Y/n was up for the three-legged relay race with Wonyoung. She stood at the starting line, nervously fidgeting with the baton in her hand, her leg already tied to Wonyoung’s.

Wonyoung nudged her lightly. “Hey, look. It’s your brother and his loud friends—they must’ve just finished their tug-of-war match.”

Y/n glanced toward the direction Wonyoung pointed. There stood Sungho and his friends, still a little breathless from their event, waving wildly and holding up handmade signs with Y/n’s name scribbled across them in colorful markers. Her cheeks burned instantly at the scene.

“Woohoo! Let’s go, Y/n!” Jaehyun shouted, practically shaking the sign above his head. Wonyoung burst into laughter beside her while Y/n covered her face in embarrassment.

But as her eyes wandered across the group, they landed on him—Taesan. Amid the chaos, he wasn’t shouting or jumping. He simply smiled and mouthed, “Good luck.”

Her heart did a quiet flip.

The whistle blew, and she snapped back to the present.

Y/n and Wonyoung moved in near-perfect sync, their arms locked together and steps aligned with practiced rhythm. They were in the lead, cheers erupting from both sides of the field. But just as they rounded the final curve, two figures from Class 2A—Jung Hyejin and Park Minsoul—caught up beside them.

Before Y/n could even react, Jung Hyejin reached out and shoved her sharply.

Y/n stumbled, hitting the ground with a rough thud as her knee scraped against the gravel. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.

“Oopsies. Sorry,” Jung Hyejin said with a smug smile, not even breaking stride.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Wonyoung asked frantically, crouching to help her up.

With clenched teeth, Y/n nodded and pushed through the pain, letting Wonyoung guide her back up. Despite the setback, they managed to finish their leg of the race and pass the baton to their teammates.

When their final runner crossed the finish line just ahead of Class 2A, Y/n and Wonyoung threw their arms around each other in exhausted triumph.

But as Y/n landed back on her feet, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her ankle.

“Ah!” she yelped, instinctively grabbing her leg.

Wonyoung’s expression turned panicked. “You’re hurt—Y/n, sit down. I’ll get the nurse—”

But before either of them could move, someone was already crouching in front of Y/n.

“Get on,” Taesan said, turning his head toward her. His voice was steady, but his gaze flicked anxiously to her ankle.

Y/n blinked in surprise. “W-What?”

“I’ll take you to the nurse,” he repeated, more softly this time.

Still dazed, Y/n hesitated until Wonyoung nudged her with a knowing smile. She climbed onto Taesan’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. The crowd around them parted as he made his way through, his pace careful but steady.

Y/n buried her face in the crook of his neck, partly from the embarrassment of all the stares—but also, quietly, because it just felt safe there. She didn’t see the way Taesan’s ears turned bright red the moment her hair brushed his cheek, the faint scent of her peach-scented shampoo making his heart race faster than it ever did on the field.

Inside the empty nurse’s office, Taesan gently lowered her onto one of the beds.

“The nurse isn’t here,” he muttered, scanning the cabinets. After a moment, he pulled out a first aid kit and returned to her side.

“Hold still,” he said, crouching in front of her again.

“Ah—” Y/n winced as he slid off her shoe.

“Sorry,” he murmured. His touch was careful, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examined her now-swollen ankle. The purple bruising was already beginning to spread. He dabbed ointment gently across it before wrapping the bandage with skillful hands and tying it off with a neat knot.

Y/n’s face was warm with unspoken feelings as she watched him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Taesan looked up at her and offered a small, reassuring smile. Her heart skipped a beat.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Junior year was when Taesan discovered Y/n’s feelings.

She was out with Sungho on one of their occasional sibling days, walking through town when she spotted a familiar face across the street.

“Oh look, there’s Taesan,” Sungho said, pointing.

Y/n’s heart jolted in her chest. She looked over just as a shorter girl ran up to Taesan and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Y/n felt her breath catch, an unfamiliar tightness blooming in her chest.

“Tae—”

Before Sungho could call out to him, Y/n tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go,” she said quickly.

Sungho gave her a confused look but nodded.

The next day, Y/n found herself lost in thought, still replaying the moment from yesterday. The image of Taesan hugging another girl clung to her like a shadow. She walked the hallways with her head down, not even noticing where she was going—until she bumped hard into someone.

She rubbed her forehead, groaning. “Ugh…”

“Y/n?”

She looked up and froze. It was him.

Taesan smiled. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, forcing a wave. “Yeah. I’m gonna head to class.”

Before he could respond, she stepped around him and hurried away.

Throughout the day, Y/n avoided him like a mission. She skipped lunch, stayed in her classroom, and even took alternate routes between periods. But Taesan noticed. And it bugged him.

After school, Y/n waited by the gates for Sungho, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

“Y/n!” a voice called out.

She turned to see Choi Hyunwoo, a classmate, jogging over with her notebook in hand.

“You left this behind in class,” he said, handing it over.

“Oh! Thanks, Hyunwoo,” she said with a smile.

From a distance, Sungho and his friends walked out, Jaehyun spotting them first.

“Oh hey, there’s Y/n! Wait—who’s that guy she’s with?” he asked.

They looked over just in time to see Hyunwoo say goodbye and walk off, leaving Y/n smiling after him. Taesan’s jaw tightened.

“Pretty sure that’s her classmate,” Sungho muttered as they approached.

Taesan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her smile.

“Oooo, who was that?” Jaehyun teased.

“Hyunwoo. He’s in my class,” Y/n replied.

Taesan rolled his eyes.

The walk to Sungho and Y/n’s house was quiet—at least on her part. She avoided walking near Taesan, switching her pace constantly to make sure they didn’t end up side by side. Every time he tried to speak, she turned to someone else. Taesan’s patience wore thin with each silent rejection.

As they reached her front gate, Taesan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Y/n.”

Sungho raised a brow but shrugged, walking in with the others.

Once they were alone, Y/n tried pulling her hand back, but Taesan held on.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, eyes focused anywhere but on him.

Taesan took a step closer. “Do you like that classmate of yours?”

Y/n scowled, finally meeting his gaze. “Why does it matter? That’s none of your business.”

Taesan’s expression hardened. “You seemed pretty close. Maybe he likes you.”

Her frustration flared. “Why do you even care what me and Hyunwoo do?”

Something flickered in Taesan’s eyes at the way she said it—me and Hyunwoo.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about the girl you were with yesterday?” she snapped before she could stop herself.

Taesan blinked, stunned. “Girl?”

He suddenly looked amused. “You mean… my sister?”

Y/n’s heart dropped. “Sister?”

“Yeah. She was visiting for the weekend,” he said. “Wait—did you see us?”

Y/n looked down, mortified.

Realization hit Taesan like a truck, and a sly grin spread across his face.

“Were you… jealous?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No!”

“Do you like me?” he asked, eyes glittering with amusement.

Her face turned crimson.

“I—I’m going inside!” she stammered, spinning on her heel and rushing toward the door.

Behind her, Taesan’s laughter rang out through the evening air.

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The beginning of senior year was when Y/n and Taesan officially started dating.

And from the moment Taesan found out Y/n liked him, the teasing never stopped.

“So, when did you first start liking me? Don’t be shy.”

“So when you blushed that one time, it wasn’t just the heat, huh? I knew it.”

“I always thought it was cute how flustered you got around me. I just didn’t know I was the reason.”

“What’s that look for? Don’t tell me you’re imagining us holding hands or something.”

And when Jaehyun and his big mouth found out… so did the others. No one was safe.

“Y/n likes Taesan?!” Jaehyun had shouted like he was announcing breaking news.

“Wait till I tell mom about this.”

“Awww little Y/n has a crush~ Should we start planning the wedding or what?”

It was a normal Tuesday for Y/n. She woke up, got ready, and headed to school with Sungho, who, despite acting normal, kept throwing her subtle, knowing glances over his shoulder—ones she was too sleepy to notice. He just hummed to himself as they walked, a smirk twitching on his lips.

Midway to school, Jaehyun and Riwoo joined them. Jaehyun greeted her with a suspiciously bright smile, Riwoo waving with his usual quiet charm. She thought nothing of it.

What she did find strange was the way the three boys kept giggling and whispering behind her back.

“Do you think she’ll cry?”

Y/n turned around once, squinting. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Jaehyun replied, grinning like a little gremlin. “It’s a normal day, Y/n. Totally normal.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

Once they reached the school gates, Y/n waved goodbye to them and headed to her classroom. She was surprised to find it… peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

No Taesan lurking at the end of the hallway. No sly remarks whispered behind her ear. Just… silence.

Part of her was relieved. She wouldn’t have to walk around school with a bright red face today.

But another part of her found the quiet unsettling.

Class went by uneventfully. The lecture was dull, and even the teacher seemed half-asleep. As the bell rang for their mid-morning break, Y/n sighed in contentment, resting her chin on her desk.

Finally. Ten minutes to nap before the next class.

She’d just closed her eyes when—

BANG.

The classroom door slammed open, making several students jump. Jaehyun stood in the doorway, out of breath, wild-eyed, and absolutely beaming.

“There you are!” he said.

“Jaehyun?” Y/n blinked, pushing herself up. “What’s going on—?”

Before she could finish, Jaehyun marched over, grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her out of the classroom.

“H-Hey! What’s going on?!” she yelped, stumbling behind him as everyone in the class turned to watch.

“Emergency,” Jaehyun said cryptically. “Come on.”

“Emergency?! What kind of emergency?!” Y/n asked, eyes wide as she tried to keep up.

“A good one,” he replied with a mischievous grin, looking suspiciously like someone who’d just pulled off a heist.

As they sped down the hallways, her classmates’ concerned stares followed her, whispers trailing in their wake.

“Where are you taking me, Jaehyun?! What’s going on?!”

He didn’t answer—just gave her a wink and picked up the pace.

Jaehyun kept dragging her through the halls like a man on a mission. Y/n was still half-asleep and totally confused.

“Seriously, where are we going?!”

“You’ll see,” Jaehyun said over his shoulder, his voice practically bubbling with excitement.

After a few more turns and a nearly-collided-with-a-teacher moment, he finally stopped right in front of the music room.

Standing outside were Sungho, Riwoo, and Leehan, all lined up like bodyguards. They straightened up when they saw her, trying and failing to hide their grins.

Sungho gave her a thumbs up. “Good luck.”

“Good luck with what?!” Y/n spun to Jaehyun, just as he reached for the door handle.

“Time to go, Y/n,” he said with a wink, and without warning—

he pushed her inside.

Y/n stumbled forward, almost tripping over her own feet. The door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly everything was quiet.

The lights inside were dimmed, the curtains drawn shut. The soft hum of a speaker filled the space, and a spotlight in the center of the room flickered on.

And there, standing under it—was Taesan.

Her eyes widened. “Taesan?”

He was holding a mic, hands a little shaky, but his eyes locked on hers the moment she stepped in. He gave her a soft, slightly nervous smile.

“Hey,” he said. “Before you say anything… just let me do this.”

Music started playing—soft, acoustic, something clearly composed for this moment. His voice came in gentle, low, a little unsure at first but steadily growing stronger with every verse.

Don’t wither like a flower, stay beautiful forever

Please be my first and last forever

So that I can still feel the thrill of first love

So that I can say you were beautiful, even though time passes

Y/n stood frozen in place, heart pounding so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, unsure whether to run away, cry, or just stand there and melt.

The music faded out.

Taesan lowered the mic, taking a deep breath. Then, he stepped closer to her.

“I know I've been teasing you a lot,” he said, eyes earnest now, voice a little rough from nerves. “And it probably annoys the hell out of you. But I meant every word of that song.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out—a small, simple bracelet made of blue thread and tiny silver charms.

“I made this,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “With Riwoo’s help, so if it falls apart in like a week, blame him.”

She let out a watery laugh, her hand covering her mouth.

Taesan looked at her, serious now. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

Silence.

And then—from behind the door—someone sneezed. Loudly.

“JAEHYUN!” Riwoo hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! It was the dust!”

Y/n burst out laughing, eyes shining with tears.

She stepped forward, heart full, and took the bracelet from Taesan’s hand.

“You’re such a dork,” she whispered.

“But you like me anyway,” he whispered back, grinning.

Y/n nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah… I do.”

And just like that, Taesan beamed, the teasing replaced with something softer, sweeter.

The door flung open and their friends all spilled in, cheering and shouting like a football team had just won.

“FINALLY!” Jaehyun cried, lifting Sungho in the air.

“I’m crying,” Riwoo said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Someone pass the tissues.”

Taesan rolled his eyes, pulling Y/n close and shielding her from the chaos.

“Don’t mind them,” he murmured into her hair. “They’ve just been waiting forever for this.”

Y/n smiled, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Me too.”

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꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚  𝓑𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ ex!taesan x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕mentions of alcohol, reader wears makeup, parties

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕angst, comfort

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕1,834

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕i havent written in so long! so im sorry if this is a little rusty. not proofread!

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕having broken up with taesan, you try to move on with the lingering thought of him in the back of your mind. you decide to show up to a house party, bumping into him.

how can you look at me and pretend, i’m someone you’ve never met?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

words that linger in the back of your mind ever since that messy breakup you had with taesan. it all started with small, little disagreements here and there.. you really didn't think it’d turn out this bad. but oh, you were wrong. those “little” arguments turned into full blown arguments, exchanging insults and it all ending the same way. both of you drifting away, not bothering to apologize to one another. 

inevitably, this crushed that illusion you once called love between both you and taesan. the break up was extremely messy, your tearstained face, the both of you raising your voices, something you’d never even wish upon your greatest enemy. it was your biggest heartbreak, because even with how he was, he was undoubtedly the man you loved the most.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

but how could it come to this? he would look at you like you never went through anything together. like you never even crossed paths, you were feeling torn and confused. was it maybe because you wanted him back? not his recent self– but his past self. the taesan who would take you out on dates, buy you “just because” flowers, and even write songs for you. you missed that version of him, the version of him you fell oh so hard for.

why did he change? why does he look at you like you've never met? it was only last december when you were laying on his chest, but he let it go as if it was the easiest thing he had to do in his entire life. it was tearing you apart, not only about him, but about how he was acting amidst all of it. the nonchalance, the casualness laced in his voice.. like you never mattered.

you still bump into him from time to time, and whenever you do, you swear you see all of the sweet memories flash before your eyes, reminding you of the times where you were the happiest. but he? he exchanged your gaze with something numb– dull and empty, not the kind of eyes you’d expect from someone that used to swear you’d be his forever.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

for taesan, oh he couldn't look at you. he couldn't bear to keep his tears at bay. the truth was that whenever he saw you, he’d try and forget every firsts and lasts the two of you experienced together. he buries each and every memory he had of you under thick layers of indifference, layers of his fake stoic demeanor. forcing himself to forget the way you smiled, your laugh, your eyes, your voice– everything. not because he hated you, oh gosh no.. it was only because he worried his scars would tear and bleed open if he had remembered everything– if he had remembered you.

but obviously, with the way your relationship was, there wasn't any way for the both of you to know what was going through each other's minds. the both of you could only live on.. with this lingering feeling of one another. haunting you each and everyday that the person you once thought was the love of your life, is no longer present in your lives– not anymore.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

not until one of your close friends threw a party. it was a usual house party, drinks in those red cups, house adorned in cheap dollar store decorations. a usual place to have fun with close friends and to let loose. you weren't one to usually show up to these parties, you've always called them dumb and a waste of time. but you'd be surprised to see what a broken heart can do to someone. 

it's been a while since you put on some nice clothes that accentuate your figure, a touch of makeup, and sprayed your favorite perfume– only for it to bring back memories you never wanted to remember. but you pushed those feelings away, tonight will be the night you’d forget about it all. the night you’d finally try to enjoy yourself without the thought of him lingering in the back of your mind.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

upon arriving at the party, you parked your car near the house. you closed the car door behind you before you locked the car. you look around, spotting a familiar car.. was it really taesans car? no no it couldn't be. it's probably just a very similar car, it's not like you remembered the car plate number to identify whether it was taesans or not. so, you shrugged it off, not wanting to overthink it too much. because obviously tonight you won't think of him.. right?

walking into the house party, your friend greeted you with a smile as she stretched her arms to pull you in for a hug. you smiled back and reciprocated the action, feeling a sense of warmth that you haven't experienced in a while. it reminded you how you never really smile anymore, nor have you even hugged anyone. “this was totally needed” you thought to yourself.

“i'm so happy you came! i haven't seen you in so long, girl!” leeseo says, her voice filled with excitement. “i'm so glad i came then, i've missed you.” you replied with a smile. one you haven't worn in what felt like forever. “oh did i tell you?” leeseo says as she guides you into her house. “tell me what?” you murmur. not knowing what to expect. maybe she got a new boyfriend? oh! or did she–

“taesans here too.” she says. her voice sounding like she's just as scared of it herself as the both of you stopped in your tracks. you feel your heart beat faster, what the fuck? how does his name still make your heart race like this? what was wrong with you?

the only words you manage to murmur escaped your mouth hesitantly, “.. he is?” you ask. leeseo nodded before speaking, “i swear! i wasn't the one who invited him. i know you guys aren't a thing now!” she says, trying to defend herself. you nod knowingly, still processing what was going on. taesan.. was here.. right now? at this party? “.. i see.” you murmured.

“i'm sure ill be fine..” you say hesitantly. she sighs in relief, giving you a small pat on the back as she looks at you a little worried. “are you sure?” she asks as you reply with a nod before the both of you separate ways. you went off to get yourself a drink as she went to gather with the other people in the party, some people you don't even know.

minding your own business, you sipped on your drink. the sharp taste of alcohol slipping down your throat, your mind still stuck on the fact that you could run into taesan any time now– “sorry!” he says as you feel a body bump into you, making you spill your drink. you bent down to pick up the cup, “watch where you're going–” you said before looking up at the person who had just bumped into you. it was.. taesan. 

gosh this felt like it came straight out of a corny fictional romance book! no way he just bumped into you by accident! you look up at him, the memories come rushing back. the night that was supposed to be the night you forget about it all, turned into the night where you looked straight into his eyes. eyes you once knew, eyes that once looked at you with nothing but love.

but it was different today. he looked at you.. rather softly. his gaze wasn't piercing through your eyes, as if they were reading everything in your head.. but it felt.. somewhat loving. you sensed something different, he didn't look at you like he usually did.. what was going on?

“y/n..” he murmured, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. hearing your name fall out of his tongue like a song he knew with all his heart, it made you catch your breath. the both of you just stared at each other for a while before he spoke up. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you.. um..” he paused, sounding a little embarrassed. “do– do you want to go somewhere a little quieter?” he says.

you subconsciously nod, you swear you didn't mean to–  but it felt like his words were drawing you closer and closer. he grabbed your hand, guiding you to leave the house and stepping into the cold and quiet night. the mumbled sounds of music coming from the house, he brings you to the nearby playground. it felt stupid, really. talking in a playground.. it was like you were little kids all over again.

the both of you sat on the swings, the silence basically killing you. but somehow, it didn't feel awkward. it felt somewhat comforting to be in each other's presence. “i'm sorry.” he says, breaking the silence of the night. you feel your heart leap into your throat at the words, the way his voice sounded, soft and genuine. you've never heard him speak to you this way in a really long time.

“look. before you say anything, i’m sorry, okay? i'm sorry for how i acted and i'm sorry that it was my fault we had to end things.” he pauses before carrying on, “i was going through a really tough time– and that's no excuse to be a bitch but.. i'm just sorry.” you let his words sink in, you process his words before you feel a smile creep onto your face, why were you smiling? gosh. you were never over him.

“taesan..” you murmured, avoiding his gaze as you felt tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. “you mean it? really?” 

“i mean it with all my heart, y/n. so please, give me a second chance. let me treat you right.. please? we’ll talk things out. we won't go to sleep mad at eachother. please.. just let me make this right.” his voice laced with absolute vulnerability, he turns to look at you, your eyes watering. he quickly gets off the swing he was on, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face. “oh no no no, don't cry.. please.” he whispers, wiping your tears with his thumbs. you look at him, teary-eyed. “taesan.. you don't understand how much i've wanted to hear those words.. no– how much i've wanted to hear your voice.” you utter, your hand finding his. “oh my y/n.. my precious precious y/n..” he breathes the words, his hands still caressing your cheeks. “let me make this right, okay? let me take care of you.” hearing these words, you nod. you feel your heart warming up, seeing his gaze soften, seeing him look at you because now you know that he is sure to never look at you as if you’ve never met ever again. now you know for sure, that the both of you cannot go back to being just friends.

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[miumura]

SHE GETS HER WAY ｡ ｡ ｡ 보이넥스트도어 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 ) ﹕ gf privilege with boynextdoor

──── 0t6!boynextdoor x f ! r ╱ ⌕ est. relationship, fluff ∿ w. none, they are just cuties wc. 0.7K+ ( 757 ) ｡ ｡ first post of 2025 😚 !! ( many more bnd works to come! ) happy new years everyone !! i am so thankful for everyone && i hope that 2025 treats you well and also becomes your year 🤍 !!

❛❛ 💬 ❞ 𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛 > 𓂃 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 ⋮ 🪽

MYUNG JAEHYUN freely allowing you to bother him

no matter what kind of tricks you could pull, he never seems to get even a little bit annoyed. in fact, it's almost as if he adores you even more because of your antics. sometimes, it leaves you wondering if anything could tick him off at all. in reality, he might just play hard to get purposefully just to watch you persistently ask for something he would do for you without a second thought—no matter what it was. he just finds it rather cute when you're so determined to make him do something that you want. you wouldn’t even notice it’s an act until you see his wide grin as he finally “gives” in. so really, there's no need to beg for anything—you’re his weak spot, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

PARK SUNGHO dragging him into doing silly trends

regardless how silly he may think the tiktok you just showed him is, there’s such a low chance for him to say no. almost all of the time, you’d catch him saying yes. to his defense, how could he say no to someone like you? he loves seeing that spark of excitement in your eyes and can’t help but smile as you eagerly set up for the video you’re about to record. sungho, without a doubt, would just look at you with so much love as you tie that pink ribbon around him, adoring and cheesing over you internally.

LEE SANGHYEOK random physical touch

he doesn’t dislike physical touch, however, he will get all tensed up if someone were to randomly give it to him without warning. but with you? that’s a complete different story—poke at him, wrap your arms around him, or even smother him with affection, and he'd let it happen without a single complaint. if you wanted it, he’d simply give it to you. regardless, it’s a win-win situation for him—you’d get all the physical touch you want and he gets pampered with your sweet kisses and hugs. let’s say, there was always a motive all along—one that leaves him content with getting to keep you as close as possible.

HAN DONGMIN taking his belongings without asking

the first time he saw you wearing one of his hoodies, he could’ve sworn he fell even harder for you. sure, he’s the type who usually prefers when people ask before borrowing his things, but seeing you in it? that was a whole different story. it brought an instant smile to his face, one he couldn’t hide even if he tried. from that moment on, he’s never refused you—or asked for anything back. need to borrow his phone for a bit? go ahead. want to wear that accessory he cherishes so much? it’s yours. he’s just that down bad for you. honestly, it doesn’t matter how long it’s out of his sight because as long as it’s with you, he’s at ease. he trusts you completely—and maybe, just maybe, he secretly loves the reminder that he’s yours.

KIM DONGHYUN you have all of his attention

safe to say, you have the leehan completely swooned. you could be distracting him from his game or youtube video, but the moment you call his name, it's like everything fades into the background. it’s almost as if, within a split of a second, he’d be right there for you. even when you don’t call for him, he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to check up on you. whether it’s a quick text or simply staying close within your reach, it’s more than enough to keep him content. his eyes soften the moment they land on you, almost as if he can’t help but admire the person who means the most to him. and honestly? he wouldn’t want it any other way.

KIM WOONHAK decorating his belongings

at first, he might refuse and say a few half-hearted complaints as you pulled out your sticker sheets. but the moment you stuck those tiny heart stickers on his phone case, it was game over. his heart started racing faster than he’d like to admit, and suddenly, those so-called “childish” designs didn’t seem so bad. ever since then, he’s been extra cautious with anything you’ve decorated, treating them with such care as if his life depended on it. he’s practically paranoid about getting even the tiniest scratch on them. in fact, he takes every chance he gets to proudly show them off—whether it’s his phone, notebook, or water bottle—and purposely leaves his things out in the open, secretly hoping you’ll add more. it doesn’t matter if the stickers are cute, silly, or completely random. what matters is that you’re the one who decorated them, and to him, that makes them absolutely perfect.

‘💬’ ─── new year new layout ( ? ) do we like this way of writing for hcs ??

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ! — @juyeoz @j4d

[junnieverse]

SHOUTOUT TO MY EX ➳ BOYNEXTDOOR

➙ doing the “rating/ranking my exes” trend ft. boynextdoor

pairing: non idol!bonedo x fem!reader (ex. woonhak)

genre: crack

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, one ‘kms’ joke, woonhak wasn’t necessarily included but he is mentioned and makes an appearance (amongst a few other idols)

a/n: you guys asked for the bonedo version after seeing the enha ver and so here it is! (please be sure to also check out the txt ver)