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silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)
ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 • ch 6
synopsis: a nervous leehan and a supportive sungho. if he thinks he was obvious before, there’s definitely no hiding now
content: NERVOUS AND FLUSTERED AND ANNOYED LEEHAN, mild cussing, banter, jaehyun is that one friend, sungho is… yeah, food/drink mention, someone give leehan a hug?, a nudge from a friend, insecurities mention(?)
a/n: …. hi? second year uni really is doing a number on me, especially on writer’s block apparently. took me a while to be happy with this, but i hope a few of you are still following along :( take care of yourself everyone <3
wc: 1898
taglist: @haechology @jenuinne @saintriots @badaspookie @yveol @yunextdoor @lailols @rawrbamgyu @amarecerasus @pandorahearts19 @luvvhaerin @saritahwang
chapter 5: who’s there?
Leehan had started walking from the art block after dropping you off at class, definitely not with a thumping heart and a giddy feeling in his chest, when his phone vibrates enthusiastically in his pocket, he picks it up to see Sungho’s contact in his text messages.
“Bro, please tell me it worked.”
He had started walking near the cafe Sungho had ditched you and Leehan earlier. Leehan sends a non-chalant “...” to Sungho as he continues walking, earbuds with music blasting trying to calm his heart.
God, he felt like he made a fool of himself, and thought that he was being way too obvious. I mean walking your crush to class? Who does that? Leehan never had much with his crushes, to be honest. Sure he was friendly and everything, but sometimes he felt like he was too friendly, it deterred his crushes away from him. Even if it was because of the crafty work of Taesan and Sungho, his alone-time with you made his feelings harder to ignore. He liked your presence, he liked your determination and passion for your work, he liked how you showed interest in his degree and his hobbies. God, what else could the fluttering feelings in his chest be? And so subconsciously he had felt the need to be closer to you.
As he continued to spiral, a persistent buzz came from his phone this time. He sighs when he sees it’s Sungho again, probably eager to know what the hell happened after he set up you two. Leehan rejects his incoming call, puts his phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode before he makes a mental note to go to the grocery store, just so he could do something with his jittery self.
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An impromptu trip to the grocery calmed Leehan’s mind, maybe a bit too much since his arms were almost straining from the weight of the bags, and he wondered what kind of sorcery allowed the bags to still be intact as he made it to his apartment complex.
He’s only been at the apartment for a month, time flies especially with uni. It was starting to feel all familiar now. The spring months coming to an end meant the sun was starting to set a little later, it wasn’t dark when he reached his floor, but it was the weird period of the sun still wanting to wane for just an hour longer.
He’s also made himself quite the chef since he’s moved, and turns out eggs seem to be the most versatile regardless of breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Except, he’s forgotten to buy eggs on this trip. Because apparently making a fool of himself today once wasn’t enough, he’s had to do it a second time.
Getting over himself, he calls Sungho on his phone. Despite the foolishness of the other boy, Leehan always seemed to approach Sungho first whenever he needed something.
“Leehan?” comes Sungho’s voice, a little raspy from an obvious nap he probably woke him up from, “so you finally decided to call! Tell me, did you hol—“
“Do you have any eggs?”
The line goes silent before Sungho wheezes into the speaker,
“Bro, you woke me up from my wonderful nap, may I add, to ask me for some eggs? After you ignored aaaalll of my messages after you dropped off y/—“
“Do you?” Leehan cuts him off again, about to slap the boy across the face through the phone.
Sungho sighs, admitting defeat and knowing he’ll need to pry information out of Leehan another time, “Fine. I do but unless you wanna walk by, I really don’t wanna walk right now. And plus, you’re at the other side of the building on the floor below me, do I really look like the type to be bo—“
“I’m literally just asking for eggs, I’m begging you to be normal for once. Please.”
Sungho annoyingly giggles again before he diverts the conversation to its intended point. “You know there’s someone right across from you who’s more than happy to help? Y/n’s probably already come back from class, she always got eggs from all of that stuff she bakes all the time. Some kind of ‘therapy’ she says or whatever it was.”
Leehan hates that Sungho is right, and plus walking to Sungho’s seems absolutely treacherous with the pain of walking home from the grocery store and the annoyingness of his friend from today.
“Fine, fine! If it means I get to see your stupid face just one less time today.” Leehan almost shouts onto his phone speaker.
“Ohoho! You wanna play with me right now? Come at me you son of a—“ and Leehan hangs up before Sungho could finish.
Leehan feels a weird wave of confidence as he walks to his door with the intention to walk to your door.
“Eggs. It’s just eggs. God, Leehan, get over yourself.” He pep talks to himself. He doesn’t walk too far before he’s ringing your doorbell, distancing yourself from the camera on the door’s lock. The door opens with a little scuffle as you emerge from inside,
“Leehan? Oh— Leehan! What’s up? Can I help you?”
Leehan freezes when he sees your form. It’s your same outfit from earlier, but your hair was up and out of your face. Tired but still had that glimmer he so lo— liked about your appearance.
“Eggs.”
You blink at him. “… Eggs?”
Leehan coughs and clears his throat, “Sorry! Sorry, I meant, do you have eggs? I, uh, went to the store earlier but I forgot some so I was hoping… I could ask for some from you?” He says in one breath.
Your head was tilted to the side as he spoke and your eyes widened. “Oh! Yeah! Of course, of course let me just get the—“
“Yo, who’s there?” Leehan hears a voice coming from inside of your apartment along with footsteps getting closer to him.
“It’s just Leehan!” You shout back and you look back at the boy at your door, “I’ll be back, how many you need? Two?” Leehan nods as you swiftly turn back into your apartment.
Leehan peers to the left of the door a little to see the inside, the entrance of your apartment was similar to his. His gaze was suddenly disturbed when Jaehyun popped out of nowhere.
“Leehan? What are you doing here? Wanna study with us?” Jaehyun says while teasingly pointing at Leehan at the doorway. Leehan’s head does a 180 when he realises Jaehyun… was in your apartment… just you two… alone—
“Study? But you’re in economics and y/n’s in interior, why would you be helping her study?” Leehan blurts out before he could think.
Jaehyun laughs a bit while he crosses his arms, all comfy in his white hoodie, “Well, apparently, interior design requires some calculus unit, so I’ve been helping out y/n in exchange for dinner every week.”
“Every week?”
“Every week.” Jaehyun nods, wiggly eyebrows and everything until it clicks in Leehan’s head and he smacks Jaehyun’s arm in a pout Jaehyun’s seen right through Leehan’s blatant jealousy.
Jaehyun fakes his pain with a groan and a dramatic turn over his shoulder. You magically appear behind Jaehyun with four eggs in a cut out of its own carton. After throwing Jaehyun a glance, he straightens up and moves out of your way.
“Here you go. I got you some extra so you can have more before you get to go to the store. Did you need more?” You say as you hand Leehan the eggs, and he replies with a small ‘no’ and a shake of his head.
If someone had told Leehan this morning that he’d be standing in front of his crush’s door with four eggs in a cut out of its own carton, he’d probably believe you with how foolishly smitten he is with you. You cough, albeit a little awkwardly,
“Oh and uh, thank you for dropping me off at class earlier,” you start to fiddle with the edge of your pullover, “and for the chai latte!”
Leehan gapes a little too long at you again before he clears his throat, “Oh, of course! You’re welcome! I’m happy to do it again, walk you to class and whatnot.”
How sweet of him, you thought. “Aw, no chai lattes this time though?” You tease Leehan.
“I mean, if you’d like. I don’t mind that either.” He says with a smile, looking into your eyes. Your eyes for a half a beat longer, your eyes widening in surprise. Just when I thought he couldn’t get sweeter—
“Well- thank you again, y/n,” Leehan stutters out, “ I hope you uh, your studying goes well tonight then. But don’t stay up too long! Rest is important too.”
A giggle escapes your mouth before you could stop it, “Thank you, Leehan. Hope you enjoy your night, and no need to pay me back for them or anything.” You gesture to the eggs you had given him.
Honestly, if Leehan had talked to you for another minute, he would’ve dropped all the eggs. Though if that actually happened, he probably would’ve moved out and lived in some foreign country forever in an attempt to shroud his embarrassing crush on you. But thankfully, Leehan makes it to his apartment across the floor even with shaky legs.
Though this time, he doesn’t drop any eggs, so he thanks you again and says a small ‘bye’ behind you. It hits you at that moment that Jaehyun probably witnessed the whole exchange. You turn to see Jaehyun gaping at you, his glasses only adding onto the already-stupid look on his face. He starts to laugh,
“Oh my god, you should’ve SEEN the way his smile dropped when he realised i was here!” Jaehyun manages to wheeze in between laughs, “God, it looked like he wanted to smack me into oblivion. I did NOT know he was the jealous type.”
He continues to laugh as you walk past him with an annoyed look on your face, though internally you hope Leehan wasn’t actually too offended by Jaehyun’s presence. You sit back down on the floor in your living room behind your coffee table, Jaehyun follows suit. Even with the distraction of Leehan and his flowy brown hair, you get back to studying for your mid-term test.
Meanwhile, Leehan makes a dinner omelette for himself, sitting at his small dining table staring at his aquarium, counting how many more times can he really make a fool of himself in front of you again. He stabs his fork a bit too hard on his plate, and groans at himself.
It’s not that he doesn’t want you to know he likes you, or that he wants you next to him all the time. He’s not the best at reading people either, what if it was his delusions thinking that you liked him back too? Not with a weird, awkward man like him. With a heavy reluctance, he picks up his phone and texts Sungho’s number, this time actually with some will.
“I think I screwed up” he types. Almost immediately after he sends Sungho a message, his phone rings and he jumps a little.
“Leehan.”
“Sungho.”
“What did you do?”
Leehan bites his lip. He needed to get over himself some point or another.
“Y/n. I think I like her.”
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leehan as your boyfriend! ♡
established relationship, PURE fluff, leehan x reader, leehan is IN LOVE with you, also not proofread LOL!!!!!!!
word count: ~800 i think lol
warnings: none
a/n: i can't lie this whole thing was sooo self indulgent i just love him so bad #GUILTY!
literally does everything in his power to make you smile and feel good... #1 boyfriend in the world i fear!
he must have the ability to read the minds of the people he loves bc he just knows what you need all the time
...or rather than this, all of his opinions and preferences become whatever you like! (without complaint ofc, because he’s okay with anything as long as you’re satisfied)
this makes me think he’s rlly big on quality time because he seems like the type of bf to be content with just. whatever! as long as you’re there ^_^
quite literally only has eyes for you
he doesn’t really *intend* to do this, but it is so difficult for him to focus on anyone else if he has *you* there with him
everyone will always complain when they hangout with just you two bc they will always end up feeling like a third wheel :skull:
even if you try to tease him for literally adoring you 24/7 he wouldn’t even be flustered or embarrassed. he would just nod and smile in agreeance U_U
he’ll always go out of his way to compliment you too, telling you how cute you look or how good you are at doing something. he gets a little shy every time you compliment him, but he always recovers by turning the praise back to you
even though he isn’t the best texter, i imagine he would put in extra effort to keep you updated throughout the day-- especially if it's hard to spend a lot of time together in person
you're just going about your day at school/work and you hear a notification on your phone... it's leehan sending you like 10 different angles of the new friends he got for his fish tank
or it's one of his selfies that are either 1) blurry, 2) crop out like 80% of his face, 3) at an unnatural selfie angle, or 4) all of the above. regardless, he's still your handsome boyfriend & looks amazing in every pic he sends
unironically i think he would be a DRY texter LMFAO but the way he communicates is kind of endearing. rather than sending messages, he def has a concerningly large album of reaction pics he uses for every possible situation (including ones he made himself using pics of you & the members)
dates with him are SO fun.
again, he doesn't really care too much about what you two do as long as he gets to spend time together... he's just down to try Anything and Everything so you guys never really run out of things to do together
being so eager to try new activities, i can 100% see him suggesting the most obscure data ideas & being so genuinely excited to do it no matter how odd it may seem given the context
cause Boy wdym you think fishing in a river at 12am is a fun idea for a date... it’s not necessarily like you were going to say no .... but also… this isn’t a common date activity, right?
i think he loves staying in with you the most….. sleepover!!! :3
especially after you both had tiring days; spending a night in with each other never fails to recharge you both!
ordering any food you want (he isn’t planning on eating much, so he’d rather get something you’re craving) ((after a couple bites he sits back and watches you eat w/ the biggest grin on his face))
but i think the absolute BEST part of the night is when the two of you are side by side at the bathroom counter doing a Twelve Step Skincare Routine that leehan made himself
and you’re giggling the whole time bc he takes his skincare SERIOUSLY. (that one mf who don’t play about his skincare bye)
i think he’d be super attentive, but silently though
you’d never know he’s constantly keeping track of your reactions to certain things, your different routines, your food preferences, the types of clothes you like
Ok in theory it /sounds/ creepy but he just puts in the effort to observe the way you like to do things so he can help you whenever you need it
IMAGINE you’re running late & you can’t find your phone /again/ and you’re lowkey freaking out because you Need To Leave Now but leehan just steadies you and hands you your phone
and ur kind of in awe ??? i've been looking for this for ten minutes now... How Do you have this …?
he just shrugs and explains “you always leave it underneath the blanket when you make the bed so i figured it might be there again" and motions for you to hurry before you’re late
or maybe you’re feeling under the weather & you ask him to make you a hot drink to help soothe your throat and he comes back with a mug of tea made EXACTLY how you make it for yourself
you're pleasantly surprised upon taking your first sip because …you don’t recall ever telling him how you like your tea?
then he's sitting there with stars in his eyes and saying “i made it properly, right? :3” (clearly very proud of himself bc he remembered how you like it)
doesn't seem like the type to be too extra when it comes to PDA. if anything, he prefers small and/or secret interactions in public (it feels more intimate if only you guys know what's happening)
head pats. that’s it. he thinks the way you literally melt whenever he pats your head is the most endearing thing ever, so he'll save it /specifically/ when you're out w/ a group of people because he loves seeing you so flustered afterwards
keeping a hand on the small of your back or resting his arm on the back of your chair when you're sitting next to each other
holding your hand in his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you continue to talk with the others at the table
at the end of the day... he just loves you so dearly & couldn't be happier knowing that he can call you his, and you can call him yours :,)
© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!
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taesan boyfriend texts.
synopsis! daily texts with your emo idol boyfie taesan
BOYFRIEND! taesan x GIRLFRIEND! reader GENRE! smau, fluff, crack TW! swearing, grammar mistakes, mentions of riwoo n woonhak, she/her pronouns used, loser taesan lol
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"say you love me, baby"
#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗#enhypen moodboard#kpop moodboard#jake moodboard#heeseung#kpop layouts#boynextdoor#jungwon enhypen#grunge#grunge moodboard#sunghoon moodboard#black and white moodboard#kpop bg moodboard#kpop icons#sunglasses#hoon#park sunghoon#rockstar gf#rockstar boyfriend#kpop#korean#blue moodboard#kpop gg#manga#anime and manga#sunoo icons#kim sunoo#sunoo#enhypen#enhypen sunoo
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instagram stories with bf boynextdoor!
leehan x reader
genre: smau, crack, fluff
versions: mjh, psh, lsh, kdm, kwh
masterlist
#leehan#bnd smau#bnd#bnd x reader#boyfriend texts#crack#boynextdoor#boynextdoor smau#boynextdoor x reader#kpop smau#ig story#kim donghyun#leehan x reader#leehan smau
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“across the street” pt. 2
-3k-ish words
-mike schmidt x fem!reader
-no trauma au
an: thanks for all the love on my last post!! i took some inspiration from a few joel miller fics for this one. also, referring to the ending, gotta let it marinate or sum. and if you get the orange reference, marry me.
summary: you have a late night phone call with yk who, and build furniture in the morning.
part one is here!
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You plopped down in your chair, sighing while rubbing hand sanitizer over your hands. Your shift had been busy as hell, this being the first break you had all day, and it was only halfway over. You wiped your now clean hands over your eyes, trying to rub the tired soreness out of them. At least the pay is good, you thought.
Your coworker calling your name pulled you away from your thoughts.
“25 wants you again.” They said.
“Why me?” You whined.
“I don’t know, I think she prefers women.” They answered your rhetorical, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“Fuck me, I’m going to have to take my lunch after this. I’m never working another Sunday.” You said, standing up on your practically creaking legs.
This was how the rest of your afternoon went, running in all directions like a chicken with its head cut off. “23 wants an ice cream,” “25 pulled out her IV again,” “Call security on 26, he’s trying to leave.” It was an absolute shit show, you hardly had a chance to see the time on your phone, let alone check for a text that you were desperate to receive.
Your drive home was quiet, soft music playing to hopefully decompress you. It always seemed to help. You pulled into your driveway, noticing the lights on at a certain someone’s house across the street, his old Accord telling you that he was home. You turned your car off, trying to stop looking at it from your rearview.
Walking into your house wasn’t as satisfying as you’d hoped, boxes still covering the floor. You took your shoes off as you set your work bag on the ground. You looked at your bed frame again in the dark, not bothering to turn a light on. Was a day too early to expect a message? Was that considered desperate? Probably, you thought. But fuck, you were so desperate. He checked all the boxes,
cute? : check
siblings? : check
caring? : check
a little mean? : check
dorky as hell? : check
abandonment issues? : probably check!
You forced yourself to pull your eyes off the box. As the saying goes, a watched fish doesn’t get caught.
That’s not right, you think. Your tired brain can’t decipher what you were trying to go for, but you knew it would’ve worked.
Anyways, constantly thinking about someone texting you doesn’t help anything. You plugged your phone into the charger near the couch, purposefully ignoring staring at it for too long.
Your eyes fell back to the boxes surrounding you. You passed them all, going straight to your bathroom to shower.
The shower was the right call, you decided. Scorching water loosened your muscles and kept your mind in the present. Washing the outside world off your skin was the highlight of your day.
You got out of the shower, eventually. The warm water didn’t last as long as you had hoped, though it did try. Your nearly hour-long shower would overwhelm any water heater on the market. You quickly dried yourself off, taking the time to brush your teeth and apply your skincare before wrapping your towel around yourself and stepping into your bedroom. You threw on some pajamas from your suitcase that moved with you; pajama pants and an old shirt.
You balled up your work clothes into your towel and put them all in the laundry basket in the corner of your room, already beginning to overflow. You reminded yourself to start the laundry sometime tomorrow as you walked back to your temporary bed, the large green couch in your living room.
You pulled back the covers on the couch, piling into it. You had completely decked it out; two blankets, a comforter, two pillows (one for your head, one for between your legs), and the fan dialed up. You closed your eyes, listening to the white noise of the fan above you.
You were interrupted by the shrill noise of your phone ringing behind you. You groaned, folding your blankets over so you could get off the couch and walk to the charger. You ripped your phone off the charger, taking it with you as you laid back into your bed. You re-adjusted your blankets before pulling the phone under your ear and swiping to accept the call.
“Hello?” You said groggily.
“Hey.” A voice responded. It took you a moment, but eventually, you recognized it. You were suddenly awake with nervousness.
“Hey, Mike.”
“Hi. Um, I texted you,” He said, sounding more like a question than a comment. “A few times, not a big deal. I just wanted to make sure you were alive.” He joked.
You paused, trying to quickly check your messages.
“You there?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m here. Sorry, I’ve been working all day. It was super busy, so I didn’t have time to check my phone, and when I got home all I was thinking about was sleep.” You described.
“No need to be sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re okay?”
“I’m okay.” You responded.
“Good, good,” He pauses. “So, um, how was your day?”
“Pretty shitty.” You summarize, hearing him laugh in the background.
“Tell me about it.”
So, you did. You proceeded to tell him all the gritty details about your job. What your coworkers are like, the patients that you had to deal with, the frequent fliers, all of it. He asked a lot of questions, making you feel more comfortable rambling on to him.
“What’d you have for lunch?” He asked.
“I had leftover wingstop, I barely have any food at the house.”
“What’s your order?”
“Eight-piece boneless, classic hot. With fries, ranch, and a huge coke. It was amazing,” You said, practically salivating remembering it. “What about you and Abs?” You asked.
“It was very fancy, I don’t know if you’re prepared to hear me talk about it, you might be jealous,” He said sarcastically. “I made cheese quesadillas.”
You laughed a little too long at that, surprised. He was funny, another check.
You talked on the phone for a while, so long that you were talking about the most boring stuff. Like how Abby was a picky eater, and it annoyed Mike because all he wanted to do was eat a good burger now and again. It was sickly sweet and felt like being a teenager again. Whispering as to not wake your parents up, hoping that they wouldn’t catch you up past your bedtime.
You’re not sure when it happened, but you fell asleep on the phone. Mike was talking about something, maybe about the tv show he had been watching. You’re not exactly positive, but you know that you passed out cold.
Your eyes fluttered open, the phone still pressed up against your cheek, warm from the contact. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep your dream in your mind. You had to think hard, as it was delicate. If you let it go, you’d never remember what it was.
It was a good dream, as most of yours tended to be. You didn’t remember a lot, only pieces of it. But you knew Mike was there. You knew that he had led you to your bed, pulling you under the covers with him. You talked, cuddling close to him. God, it had felt so real. You could practically see the lines under his eyes and the pores on his nose. You smiled, but this felt a little creepy at this point. Borderline delusional, your mind added. You barely knew him and you were already dreaming about him.
You grabbed the phone from under your face, groaning as it got unstuck from your skin. Thankfully, it wasn’t dead. You unlocked it, taking the opportunity to look at the texts that you had gotten the night before.
Yesterday, 12:36 pm: hey, this is mike. i’ll need you on the weekends from 8 am-4 pm. and idc that you said not to pay you, i’m building your bed too.
Yesterday, 2:49 pm: you okay?
Yesterday, 5:03 pm: not to be creepy, but i think i’m going to call you. you’re worrying me a little lol
Today, 1:45 am: i think you fell asleep, i’ll talk to you in the morning :)
You smiled, making a contact for him. “mike <3” was now typing. Three little dots popped up on your screen and you quickly swiped out in nervousness. You opened it again when you got a notification.
Today, 10:23 am: i dropped abby off for school and slept in a little, is it okay if i come over to build that bed frame for you?
You smiled again, quickly replying to make up for last night.
Today, 10:24 am: yeah, ofc. give me a few minutes to wake up lol, i need to brush my teeth and clean up for a second.
He replied immediately.
Today, 10:24 am: lmk when you’re ready
You willed yourself to stop smiling, god it had been too long. You hardly knew how to act with a potential date.
“Oh, god.” You muttered to yourself, realizing you had to talk to him. Why did you have to talk to a man to get a boyfriend? Why couldn’t it just happen telepathically?
You sighed, rolling off the couch. You plugged your phone back into the charger, making your way to the bathroom. You completed your morning routine and ran to your bedroom to pick something out to wear for the day. You decided to go for casual, grey sweatpants and a green hoodie. Didn’t want to seem too desperate. You pulled your socks up your feet, laughing at yourself.
You grabbed a quick breakfast from your kitchen, consisting of leftover cookies and a slice of cold pizza. You tried your best to tidy your place up, moving boxes to the corner of the living room. Running down the hallway to your bedroom with your boxed bed frame in hand, you placed it on the floor, taking the other boxes and moving them to the hallway. You scrubbed your toilet and sink, turning on the air fresheners you had placed around the house.
You washed your hands, drying them before returning to the living room. You texted Mike, letting him know that you were ready. He liked the text message, and in less than two minutes he was knocking on your door.
You eyed the door at the noise. Jesus, he was not playing around. You took another deep breath, opening the door to see him standing there with a small smile. He went for casual too, you noted. He wore a black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. He held a bag, which you assumed was full of tools.
You smiled at him as a greeting and opened the door wider to allow him to walk into your house.
“Hey.” He said as you walked past you.
“Hi, thanks for coming so quickly.” You responded. “You didn’t have to, the payment feels premature.” You joked, shutting the front door. He looked a you for a second while taking his shoes off at the entryway.
“Shut up, you can’t sleep on the couch for a week”
“I totally can.” You bite back.
“You won’t, where’s your bedroom?” He finished, looking at you again.
You were shocked into silence, feeling your cheeks warm up. The comment made your head spin. Fuck, could he tell that you liked that?
You said nothing, ignoring his little smirk as you walked him to your bedroom. He followed behind you, dropping the bag on the floor with a small thump.
“Do you need any help or something?” You asked finally, breaking the tense silence.
“No, I’m good. I’ve done a lot of stuff like this,” He answered, shrugging. “You could put on some background music?” He suggested.
“That, I can do.”
You nodded, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You hesitated, before choosing a slower playlist of yours. Something calm, that you didn’t have to focus on. He nodded in enjoyment, then began to open the box that held your bed frame. He spilled the contents onto the floor, then kneeled on the ground. He started pulling stuff out of his bag. You guessed correctly, it was full of tools.
You just watched, sitting down against the wall of your room. It was attractive, him expertly putting your bed frame together. He was good with his hands, you wondered what else he was good at. He looked at you after a moment.
“You just gonna watch?”
“If that’s okay.” You shrugged, he nodded at your sort of question. He tried to hide his smile.
He was going to town, drilling, piecing parts together, all while completely ignoring the instructions. He didn’t need them.
After a while, you could tell he was getting hot. His black shirt was sticking to his skin. You hated to admit that it did something to you. You felt a warmth settle in your stomach and tried your best to will it away. Your eyes settled on his back, looking up to his neck when he turned towards you.
“Why’re looking at me like that?” He asked, eyes narrowed out of curiosity.
You made eye contact with him like a deer in headlights. Smiling at you, he laughed a little. Your words were stuck in your throat, embarrassed about being caught.
“Um, do you want some water?” You settled on.
“Sure.” He answered, chuckling at your suddenly shy demeanor.
You stood up off the floor and walked out of your room, closing the door behind you. What the fuck was that? You scolded yourself, internally. Now he was going to think that you were a horny weirdo. I mean, you were, but he didn’t need to know that yet.
You shook your head at yourself as you poured him a glass. This was ridiculous, you needed to chill out.
You came back into the bedroom and handed him the glass. He took it from you gratefully, fingers brushing over yours as he grabbed it. Telling you a small “thank you,” he brought the glass to his lips and began to drink greedily. You watched him as he downed the glass, some dripping down his chin.
When he was finished, he wiped a hand over his stubble. He looked over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He held the glass out to you and you took it, quickly walking out of the room.
You placed the glass in the sink, blinking to try and bring yourself back to life. How did someone make drinking water look so good? How was that even possible? And god, the look he gave you.
You needed to get it together before you blew it. Talk to him, say something, anything other than just fucking staring at him.
You walked back into the room with a mission, you were going to talk to him. Taking your spot on the floor, you cleared your throat.
“So, what’s your favorite food?” You decided on.
He barely paused before answering, “Definitely pasta, like a good chicken alfredo.”
“Shit, that’s a good answer. I’m really into sushi right now. Can’t afford it, but into it.” You said, smiling at his willingness to answer.
The stupid questions continued for a few minutes. The two of you got to know the smallest details of your likes and dislikes. Turns out, Mike can’t stand the color yellow but loves orange. He’s not much of a drinker, mainly because he can’t afford it, but he does occasionally smoke weed. He’s a cat person but would get a dog if Abby asked for one. It killed you when he talked about his sister because it was so obvious how much he loved her.
Eventually, he finished your bed frame. The gentleman that he is forced him to carry your mattress in from the laundry room, helping you set that up too. Mike may have been on the shorter side, but he was strong as hell. The two of you put on your sheets, blankets, pillows, and finally your comforter. It was almost too domestic, too real.
When you were finished, you didn’t want him to leave. You think he felt the same. This was confirmed when he saw the tv sitting in your closet.
“Do you want me to mount that for you?” He asked.
I want you to mount me, you fought against saying.
“That would be great.” You agreed.
Mike probably spent three hours helping you put your bedroom together, setting up shelves, arranging your cabinets, and helping you put your pictures and posters up while you talked his ear off.
Even though you told him a million times that he didn’t need to, he hung your clothes up in your closet while you folded the rest to go in your new dresser. Finally, your room was fully decorated and unpacked.
He rubbed his hands together, settling on the end of your bed. You sat next to him.
“Thank you, seriously. I was dreading doing all of that by myself.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He said.
You both looked at each other for a second too long, the tension between the two of you becoming thick. You took breaks from looking at his eyes by moving down to his lips. You took a deep breath, noticing him moving closer to you.
He hesitated, pushing a stray hair behind your ear instead. His hand lingered on your face, eventually moving down your arm to put your hand in his. He interlocked your fingers together, pulling it close to him and pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. He held you there, hand resting on his chin. This was almost more intimate than a kiss, you thought.
“Do you not-” You started, getting interrupted.
“I want to, believe me.”
You looked at him, willing him to continue.
“I don’t want you to think that’s all this is.” He explained, you nodded. You know that this was him being respectful, but it made you want to tear his clothes off even more. Forbidden fruit, if you will.
“Let me take you on a date, tomorrow on my lunch break. I know a place you’d like.” He continued.
“Okay.” You said, smiling.
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gentle with me ☼ ִֶָ · (lsh)
pairing: bf!riwoo x gn!reader. genre: fluff, hurt/comfort. overview: soft, gentle bf riwoo <3 who comforts you, when ur feeling down. word count: 1.8k warnings: the reader is dealing with some unpleasant thoughts. they both have unusual nicknames for each other. idk it's cute, ok? ♡ note: got the urge to write this boyfie riwoo fic, cuz he's quite literally my biggest source of comfort. he's just so lovely <3 this ended up longer than I intended, but.. anyway. hope you enjoy. likes & reblogs are very appreciated! — with love, cream <3
♪₊˚song: touch tank — quinnie.
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you're sat at the kitchen counter, cheek resting heavily on your palm as you pick at the remainder of the pancakes on your plate, having lost your appetite.
i don't feel so good.
before this you were doing just fine, what could have triggered such an unpleasant surge of feelings, that you can't even give a name to?..
you and riwoo had an early breakfast this morning, both of you waking up at an ungodly hour. it was uncharacteristic even for him, who tends to get up before you on most days. he tells you he doesn't mind it, even if he has to be alone for a bit, because he gets to wake up next to you every morning.
sometimes, he remains next to you in bed, admiring your sunlit features in secret with a smile on his face. but more often than not, he opts for an early start to his day. you have no idea where he gets all the energy from but thanks to that, he can get some chores done. his reasoning for this being, that if everything's already taken care of by the time you've opened your eyes, you can focus solely on him.
he's so sweet.. so so sweet, just for me.
today you actually arose from your slumber first, after a restless night. something just wasn't right, you could feel it since the evening before, but you couldn't really put a finger on what was bothering you. your rustling made riwoo shift in his sleep too, as you gently removed his arm from where it was resting on your belly. always such a light sleeper, his eyelids fluttered open at your slightest movements and this time was no different.
"baby?" he croaked out, sitting up while rubbing his eyes, "what's going on? are you okay?" his hand instinctively finding it's way back to yours, "did you have a bad dream, sunbeam?" he put your intertwined hands in his lap, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, soothing.
you couldn't think of a way to relay what you felt to him, because you yourself had no idea, and no matter how accepting his gaze was at the moment, you chose to not worry him for no good reason.
"it's nothing, don't worry. I just couldn't sleep much, but I'm good." he squinted at you, not taking your word for it. "riuriu, I swear I'm alright." you go to pinch his cheek lightly, your heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. "but I don't think I can go back to sleep, you wanna go make some breakfast? I'll help this time." you offered with a smile.
he chuckled adorably, nodding his head, eager to spend more time with you. "okay, okay, but tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" you just nodded at that, wanting desperately to change the subject.
yeah! I just need to keep myself occupied, that's it. no need to make a big deal out of this.
you got up to follow your boyfriend into the kitchen, determined to distract yourself by helping him make some food, hoping it would clear your head.
cooking with riwoo is always so much fun, and the food comes out super delicious, too. and another bonus, is that both of you tend to become especially affectionate when you're in the kitchen together, something about the atmosphere there being so intimate and homely. as if you won't be able to breathe if you're not latched onto his arm while he's at the stove, or if he hasn't got his head on your shoulder hugging you from behind while you stand in front of the fridge, picking out the ingredients. doing such simple every day things together means everything to you, these moments being your favorite, because you can relish in the uncomplicated warmth they carry.
the breakfast came out perfect, and you told riwoo as such, at which he just blushed, and said it was your stirring and pouring that made all the difference. he gets really shy and smiley at your compliments, which you find to be the most endearing sight ever.
everything was seemingly going well, until you ended up on your own at the table. riwoo had finished his food, and got up to clean the mess you made while cooking, and even if he was still in the room, that uneasy feeling returned once again. it came in waves woven with anxiety and discomfort, slowly increasing in size and submerging your mind deeper and deeper, with each rise and fall of the tide.
what's wrong with me today?
you couldn't tell what was causing this flood of unpleasant emotions, as there was nothing out of the ordinary. if the environment is unchanged, that means it must be coming from within.
is something bothering me? but I don't know what it is! how can something bother me without me knowing what it is?..
"hey, baby.. I don't think I can finish this." you decide to inform your boyfriend, who was right across the kitchen, now washing the dishes. but you didn't expect your voice to come out so small, making it impossible for him to decipher your words over the loud stream of water.
he looks at you over his shoulder, "what was that, love?" then turns off the tap, to face you completely, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" he says, with the small encouraging smile of his that he always sends your way, no matter the situation.
"I..." you trail off, unable to form your thoughts into an intelligible sentence, eyes lowering. riwoo seems to sense your distress somehow, which cements his suspicions about your mood ever since you got up this morning.
he picks up a towel to dry his hands with, as he's walking over to you, and then sits back down in his chair opposite of you. "hey, what is it?" he reaches over to touch your fingers with his own. "are you not feeling well, love?" his words are laced with such intense concern, that you feel guilty for letting your feelings show.
"i.. i- don't know. I'm just.. ugh. I'm sorry bug, I don't even know how to say it. my brain just shut down on me." you sigh, a lump forming in your throat, making it hard to keep your voice level, "I actually have no idea what's wrong with me either, or if I'm like.. I don't know, making it up."
riwoo's brows furrow in displeasure, instantly rushing to validate your feelings, "don't say that, of course you're not making it up!" his features settle into that gentle smile of his once again, "if you're not okay, then you're not okay, it's simple."
you nod at his words, "I know that, i do. but I don't even know what I'm sad about, I just think I couldn't get enough rest last night, and it's messing with my head." you shake your head absentmindedly, rubbing at your eyes.
riwoo is silent for a bit, and then, taking your entire hand in his, he says, "alright, maybe. but you know you don't have to give everything a reason, right? you can just feel sad sometimes, with seemingly no reason at all. that's completely alright, love." the corner of his mouth upturned slightly, in hopes of comforting you.
and he is, comforting, that is. everything about him is. just being quiet in his presence is a comfort of its own. he is so considerate and so so sensitive. you're eternally grateful for him, and his love, his attention, his affection. but right now it just seems like you've blanked completely. suddenly feeling strangely tired, you find it impossible to relay all this to your sweet lover, who's waiting. being just so patient with you. your heart tightens. my beautiful love.
when he doesn't receive a verbal response from you, he simply reaches out to brush strands of hair from your forehead, a smile never leaving his features, "wanna go lay back down, sunbeam?" it's apparent to him that you're in no shape to tend to yourself, and you don't need to worry, because he will take care of you. he seems to know when you need it, he always just knows. "we don't need to dwell on this. let's just rest for a bit, mhm?"
you want nothing more than to be in his arms now, these weird feelings weighing too heavy on your heart. "yeah, okay." you look down at your unfinished breakfast, as he's picking up the plate to put it away, feeling bad. "love?.. sorry about the pancakes, I just can't stomach anything right now."
"don't worry about that silly, you can eat as much as you want." reassuring you with a smile, "I'll make it for you again, once your appetite has come back." he takes you by the hand, leading the way, "c'mon, love." you follow him sluggishly.
he helps you lie down comfortably, and after getting in right beside you, he glues his body to your side. just how i love it.
you turn, almost instinctively, sinking into his arms, your head finding it's way onto his chest. you're thankful he isn't trying to figure out the root of the problem, because you can barely take even thinking about it right now. you're glad he knows exactly what you need. sighing, content, and grateful to your boyfriend, you feel overwhelmed, a surge of various emotions overcoming you. he's just so perfect. he is so kind to me. my love.
you didn't even notice you were crying, until riwoo placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head, hands rubbing soothing circles on your back, whispering a soft "it's okay." pulling you even closer, hugging you even tighter. "I'm here, sunbeam." another kiss, "it's okay." he buries his head into your hair, arms secured and unmoving. he wants you to feel safe, he wants to protect you, but feels really helpless in moments like these. so the only thing he can do is give you warmth and comfort of his body.
you don't stop crying for a while, but once it subsides and turns into occasional sobs, you're so exhausted, that you think you can pass out. your head is pounding and your eyes are swollen, and.. it's so warm, my baby's so warm. it feels very nice, so so nice. I think I can just fall asleep like this. yeah...
so you do. your boyfriend, upon noticing your evened out breaths, sighs in relief and shuts his own eyes, laying his lips on your hair in a tender kiss, one more time. riwoo isn't planning on letting go of you anytime soon, for as long as you need, he'll let you borrow his chest as a pillow, and his arms for warmth.
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I can smell you 🤤👅
#gayhot#gayboy#gayman#gay love#gay pride#gay men#gay#gay hairy#gay art#men loving men#x men#mensfashion#home#boynextdoor#the boys#gay boys#boyfriend#so hot omg
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silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)
ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 • ch 6
synopsis: it's mid-semester break and the gang needs a day out to relax. but you nor leehan's feelings can't catch a break... never.
content: banter, they are all very good friends, we love the bnd members, leehan is JEALOUS(?), taesan is a (stereotypical intj), f-bomb is dropped, banter, food depictions, the beach and the sand and the wind and the water
a/n: wooohoooo i finished second-year uni which means i have more time to write and actually finish this HAHHAHAH this is longer than usual, so i hope you all enjoy <3
wc: 3267
taglist: @haechology @jenuinne @saintriots @badaspookie @yveol @yunextdoor @lailols @rawrbamgyu @amarecerasus @pandorahearts19 @luvvhaerin @saritahwang @bee-the-loser
chapter 6: mid-semester break blues
You get a text on your phone. It’s around midday on a Saturday, lounging in your apartment with little to no care of what the next week might hold. The one-week long mid-semester break was one that lasted way too short for your liking, and was meant to be a period to prepare for the last half of the semester. Though as a second-year, it got old pretty quickly. This break just seemed to be one to do absolutely nothing.
The mid-semester assignment submission dates and exams meant you didn’t see much of your friends, except for running into them on campus, at the elevator or when Jaehyun came over to help you with math. He tries to be subtle, looking at Leehan’s door whenever he comes to your place. You don’t question it much, everyone was usually equally as distant as each other during mid-sems.
That is, until the text you just received. Your jaw drops slightly, brows furrowed as you read the text over and over again.
Just as you read over the text once again, the doorbell rings and you jump in your seat on the sofa. With a sigh, you raise your voice, “Coming!” as you trudge to the door, still in pyjamas.
The door opens and you see the person who sent the text.
“Sungho? You just texted me, you weren’t serious were you?”
The boy scoffs, “Of course I was! When have I ever bullshitted you?”
“You’re horrible, you know that?” says Leehan besi— wait, Leehan?
You straighten up subconsciously with the sight of Leehan, dressed effortlessly in loose baby blue shorts, a white shirt and a long sleeve button down, not to mention a pair of sunglasses on his head. Bags under his eyes weren’t invisible either. Sungho was dressed similarly, except he was wearing a straw hat that would’ve given Luffy a run for his money.
“The beach? I didn’t think you were serious.” You look back at your phone to see the text Sungho had texted you moments prior. ‘beach day with the gang, be ready in 30’ it read.
“The others ready?” You ask.
“Pretty much. Jaehyun’s getting stuff from the store, told us to meet him downstairs in 30 minutes.” Sungho replied, checking his phone for the time.
“And who’s driving?”
“We can’t fit in one car,” Leehan speaks up, “Jaehyun’s driving, so am I.”
You gulp a little and Sungho probably caught you doing so. You let out a dry ‘okay’ and told the two you’d meet them downstairs after you get your life together for the beach.
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You step out the elevator, a big calico-lined bag hanging off your arm filled with a bottle sunscreen, a beach towel, a picnic blanket and a bunch of other amenities. Unsurprisingly, the boys except for two (namely Jaehyun and Woonhak) had their smaller totes carried on each one of their arms. A silver hatchback is parked on the verge, which you know belongs to Leehan as you’ve seen him drive on some occasions on weekends.
It had been two weeks since you saw everyone together. It was refreshing, so you decide to savour it for now.
Leehan seems to be the only one to realise you walked out first, so he beams you a smile and approaches you.
“Nice hat.” He says simply, looking at the bucket hat on your head. You feel your insides do a backflip, but keep your composure.
“Nice sunglasses.” you reply equally as playful. Leehan’s arm somehow makes his way to the handle of your big bag.
“Let me take this.” He murmurs, and you oblige despite the way you slightly pull your bag closer to you. Though, your little crush on Leehan absolutely thrives in every little interaction with him. Who were you to refuse such a kind gesture?
A white sedan pulls behind Leehan’s (cuter) hatchback, driven by Jaehyun in his dorky glasses with Woonhak on the passenger’s side.
“Sit on the passenger’s side will you? I heard you tend to get carsick.” Leehan speaks up, looking at you. Your head whips to him.
“You sure? The others won’t mind?” You ask as you walk towards Leehan’s car, Riwoo and Sungho placing their stuff in the trunk of Jaehyun’s sedan while Taesan has already opened the door to the rear of Leehan’s car.
Taesan catches your eye through the window as he settles on his seat, and you pretend to not see his wink as you walk to the passenger’s side.
The sun was already blaring and Leehan had cranked the AC on blast to deal with the heat.
“All ready?” Leehan asks and you hum in agreement and Taesan groans behind his sunglasses, looking ready to sleep for the 30-minute journey ahead. Leehan grins as he sees Taesan lulling to sleep even as the car hadn’t started to move.
“There’s another reason why I wanted you at the front,” Leehan says to you as the vehicle starts to move out of the apartment complex, “when I first drove here from Busan, Sungho practically slept the whole way through. Taesan isn’t any better apparently.”
“Well,” you say as you put on your sunglasses, “don’t have to worry about that with me.” Leehan kept his eyes on the road but his eyes were as if he was facing you directly. He smiles.
“I’m glad.” he says, and a comfortable wave of silence falls between you two, save Taesan’s heavy breathing at the back seat. Leehan lessens the AC’s fan, and increases the volume of his playlist, which judging by the last two songs played, he seems to be a fan of Troye Sivan.
“So,” you say as the car drives at a steady pace on the highway, “any reason it’s Taesan in the backseat and not any of the others?” Leehan looks at you briefly before his eyes look forward again.
“Not Jaehyun for obvious reasons, Woonhak can only really be tamed by Jaehyun, Riwoo’s picky with the music, Sungho… moving on,” He laughs to himself as you laugh lightly with him, “Taesan’s the tamest, he’s like a cat. Take him anywhere and he’ll adjust.”
Though what Leehan doesn’t say is that the person he wants to be stuck in a 30-minute drive with the most was you. If anything, he was really willing to take a ‘wrong’ exit so he could keep the Troye Sivan vibes with you in the front seat. But alas, gas is expensive and Jaehyun’s convoy is right behind him, lane changing and all. Leehan decides that being designated driver isn’t all bad.
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It’s almost 2pm when you all settle at the beach. You and the others set up near the damper part of the sand. There’s a few people on the beach already, you and the others make the noise levels raise a bit.
Just as you entered his car on the way rhere, Leehan carries your bag and his own tote bag all the way down to the sand, despite your attempt to carry your own bag yourself. Regardless, you find yourself flattered (again) at his gesture.
As soon as the others have set up the two picnic blankets, Woonhak speeds towards the water with an equally as playful Jaehyun in tow to chase him. Sungho feels an overwhelming urge to join them as he bolts for the two boys, leaving you, Leehan, Riwoo and Taesan with all their belongings. Riwoo decides ice cream was a good idea, so Taesan offers to tag along. Leehan makes no intent to move and is way more interested in the bag of convenience store snacks Jaehyun had bought earlier.
Riwoo and Taesan scurry away, leaving you and Leehan. You swear you feel the universe and the stars align, though your insides couldn’t say the same as you stay nervous. Leehan hands you a colourful packet.
“Gummies?” he offers. You smile while you take it from him.
“Thanks,” the plastic crinkles in your hand.
“Have the rest.” Leehan says as he digs through the bag again. The two of you stay doing nothing more than people watching (see: Jaehyun capturing Woonhak in his arms while Sungho splashes Woonhak with the cold ocean). At one point, Leehan plays his playlist from his phone and places it between where you two sit on the blanket. You decide to break the ice.
“You've been okay, Leehan?” He faces you at your question, another snack in hand. Leehan almost looks guilty as your question, and as if on cue, the clouds make the sun shine a little less.
“Is it obvious?” Leehan sheepishly says, playing with the snack in his hand. You feel your insides drop a little. You have the urge to reassure him.
“Well, I’m tired from all my mid-sems too,” You contemplated from the past week, “can’t believe you wouldn’t feel the same. Or worse actually, a new environment and all. It’s been a month since you moved hasn’t it?”
He smiles, a little sadly.
“Mhm, it’s been a month now. Though, if I didn’t have all of us here, I’d definitely have a harder time.” He fiddles almost nervously with the packet of potato chips in his hands. You hum, honestly you couldn’t imagine it, having to move away from a place you lived your whole life. A part of you starts to ache for Leehan.
“Well, if you ever need anything, I’m a door away. Literally.” you say with a smile to lighten up the darkened mood, and he diverts his eyes away from where he was staring into the sea to look at you. He smiles and you feel nervous again.
“Actually, that does remind me of something.” He runs a hand through his hair and leans back on the picnic blanket.
“Hm? What is it?” you ask as you pop another gummy in your mouth.
“I’m going to Busan for three days from Monday, and obviously I can’t take the fishes with me so…” he clears his throat trying to waver off his embarrassment, “I was wondering if you could feed and take care of them while I’m away? I know it might be too much so just let me know if it’s t—
“I’d love to!” you blurt out without thinking. It’s like that part of your brain driven purely by how smitten you are with Leehan worked faster than your own thoughts.
“Oh, it’s okay I’ll ju— wait really?” Leehan whips his head to you again with more fervour this time. You blink trying to stay calm. ‘He’s trusting me with his pets?’ you giddily think, then you remember Sungho’s words from when Leehan first moved in.
“Just between you and me, nothing gets in the way of Leehan and his fishes.”
Right. That. You mentally slap yourself, of course. ‘Leehan’s only asking me for convenience sake, the guy loves his fish. Get a grip, y/n.’
“Well— yeah! I’m happy to! I know how much they mean to you. Plus, I’ve had hamsters before. Shouldn’t be that difficult.” you say to try to convince Leehan that you were more than capable of taking care of his precious Corydoras. Leehan snorts at the comparison,
“It’s settled then. You free tomorrow?” and you nod again, no hesitation.
“Well, come over tomorrow and I’ll show you how to take care of them.” He smiles again and you jokingly salute before looking out into the water again at a very damp Jaehyun and Woonhak with Sungho looking more like a drowned cat than the other two.
“Sounds good.” you reply simply. There’s a beat of silence between you two. You look out in the distance as the sun makes itself known from the clouds again, realising that today really was good weather for the beach, silently thanking Sungho for dragging you out of your house.
Meanwhile, you don’t notice but Leehan gulps, stealing glances from you almost every second. He liked you. A lot. So much that he would trust you with his most precious pets. And you’ve been kind and sweet and a helpful friend since he’s moved in. Being around you makes him feel so giddy. But then whenever he feels like this, he slaps himself mentally. Because whoever would ever like him back like that? The pit in his stomach turns.
‘Fuck it’ he says in his head. He clears his throat and it catches your attention.
“Can I tell you something?” Leehan starts. You look at him expectedly,
“Sure, hit me. You can tell me anything.”
‘I don’t even know if you could handle how I truly feel.’ Leehan decides at this moment to push those thoughts away. He needed to do something now, because even a split-second hesitation would cause him to do otherwise. He releases a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.
“y/n… Actually, I’ve been thinking. You know, I re—
“ICE CREAM IS HERE.” A loud voice from behind him interrupts him abruptly. He sees you turn your head towards Riwoo and Taesan, carrying trays of ice cream. The pit that was already in his stomach turns again, but the fear creeps up from his abdomen to his chest. It gets a bit harder to breathe. Did he just miss his one and only chance?
Meanwhile, Woonhak probably saw his older friends make their way back where you and Leehan were, so he was by Taesan’s side before you could even register. Riwoo hands you a tray with a thank you as the pit in Leehan’s stomach drops again. He was about to—
Taesan takes a seat on the other side of Leehan and hands him a spoon and the ice cream tray, ice cream slowly melting underneath the sun. Taesan waves the spoon when Leehan doesn’t take it immediately.
“Earth to Leehan? You good?” Taesan asks his friend. Leehan wordlessly takes the ice cream and the spoon from Taesan as the pit in his stomach makes him dizzy. He hadn’t told Taesan about his crush on you directly, but for sure with the way Taesan’s been playing matchmaker with Sungho, he knew one way or another.
‘Yeah… yeah I’m fine. Just a bit warm.” Leehan mumbles before he takes a bite of ice cream. Taesan looks, albeit suspiciously, at his best friend before digging through the convenience store bag for bread.
Leehan looks your way again. He sees Jaehyun sitting in the free spot next to you, yapping away again about who knows what. Leehan still wishes he could easily speak like Jaehyun did with you. But alas, he resorts to pining over you from a distance, and he knows Jaehyun can’t help it.
What Leehan doesn’t see, under the heat of the sun, is a Taesan and a Sungho looking at him sadly.
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As the sun had begun to set, you and the rest started to think of going home. It seems like Woonhak and Jaehyun ran out of their batteries a while ago and were lying down taking up most of his picnic blanket. Leehan was reading his book, lying on his stomach on the blanket you brought, occasionally taking bites of the rapidly disappearing snacks. You were approaching Taesan and Sungho, who were walking by the shore taking pictures of each other on Taesan’s digicam.
“y/n, come here!” Taesan beckons to you and you walk a little quicker, holding onto your bucket hat as the wind picks up. Sungho takes your arm and drags you next to him to take some photos. The both of you smile at the camera before Taesan suggests some poses, back to the camera, dramatic and all. You were facing the ocean with Sungho when you felt a presence on your other side.
“Y/n face here! Leehan you too!” Taesan calls out with his digicam in hand. Boldly, Leehan turns his head in your direction to face Taesan, and so do you.
“Oi, we’re all friends, get closer together!” Sungho points out to Leehan jokingly, moving his arm that’s around your shoulder to make a point. Leehan blushes internally and hesitantly moves closer to your side until your shoulders are touching and his hand bumped yours.
Taesan does a thumbs up and takes a few pics after a countdown, and you, Leehan and Sungho change poses every few shots, and yet neither you or Leehan move your hands that were occasionally touching. After the group picture, Taesan kneels on the sand and angles the camera towards himself this time, and the three of you go closer. You kneel one knee down towards Taesan to stay in frame, but Leehan almost loses his footing so he uses your shoulder to steady himself. You feel his hand and instinctively grab the hand on your shoulder as you look back.
“You okay?” You ask as he steadies himself on the sand. He huffs out a ‘yes’ and an embarrassed laugh before he poses for the camera once again. Taesan does a countdown, and Sungho gives Taesan a cat ears pose with his index and middle-fingers. Leehan, too, with a sudden drive of confidence, does the same cat ear pose for you who was kneeling in front of him. After that round of photos, Taesan stands and you start to get up from your spot when Leehan offers his hand to help you up from the sand. You smile as you take his hand, and your hand lingers for a second too long before he lets go and you both start to walk towards where the others were.
Soon enough, you were all back into the same cars as the sun was almost fully set. This time, Taesan wasn’t asleep as evident from the little smile Leehan catches from the rear-view mirror.
“What’re you smilin’ at?” Leehan says in a slight Busan accent, catching you off-guard.
“Nothin’ just the pictures.” Taesan replies in the same fashion, and you turn your head to the backseat.
“Since when could you do that?” You ask confused. Taesan looks up from his digicam with a raised eyebrow.
“Do what? Take these pictures for you? A long time actually.” Taesan replies sarcastically as he hands you the digicam. You scroll through the pictures of your candid photos and the ones with Sungho until you get to the ones where Leehan had magically appeared beside you by the shore earlier. Your eyes widen and almost choke on air when you see the pictures, and hand the digicam back to Taesan before you feel your face burn up.
Leehan doesn’t see this (because he’s a good and safe driver).
“Did they turn out good? The photos?” Leehan asks as he changes lanes and squints when he can’t see Jaehyun’s car in the rear view, internally shrugging and trusts that Jaehyun has his GPS on and knows his way back to the apartment.
“Very good! They turned out great.” Taesan drags out the last word, Leehan eyes him in the rear view mirror and feels his best friend’s smirk from the back seat.
“Send ‘em to me later, yeah?” Leehan decides to say instead of questioning Taesan’s tone, and Taesan lets out a grunt of agreement. You recall back to the photos you just saw. You didn’t realise how close Leehan really was to you in the pictures until you saw the selfie, and only then you realised the hand Leehan used to steady himself on your shoulder never left. It was beyond endearing yet so humiliating that you felt butterflies in your stomach from such a small gesture. You wave it off, and hide your face from Leehan by looking out the window until you get back to your apartment.
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⋆˚࿔ HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, RIWOO ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
#everyone congratulate my boyfriend for existing pls#the second gif is the video where i fell in love w him btw like my brain melted bc of that video and i havent recovered#this is my dance machine no-alcohol big foodie boyfriend my upper middle class boyfriend my princely boyfriend#riwoo#boynextdoor#bnd#bonedo#forbnd#eritual#useroro#usermask#userfoive#userhyunfelix#forparker#hennatual#kpopco#kpopccc#kpopedit#ultkpopnetwork#dailybg
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sungho as your boyfriend! ♡
boyfriend sungho x gn reader!!!!, fluffy fluff, he loves you so much :-(
word count: ~720
warnings: none
a/n: bf sungho everyone CHEERED!!!! i literally geeked writing the last point bc i'm madly in love with him... hope u enjoy ^_^ also he's actually so breathtaking in that pic im going crazy
likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!
i lowkey feel like in the start of your relationship he’s super … well mannered? not that he isn’t normally, but moreso ... the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable so he goes out of his way to make sure he isn’t overstepping any boundaries until he knows you’re okay with something
the two of you are eating dinner with each other & sungho can’t stop looking at the sauce on the side of your mouth; he contemplates not saying anything about it because you look really cute when you’re enjoying the food so well…he eventually holds up a napkin by your face and he’s just like
“can i…?” once you understand what he's asking, you’re a little embarrassed because how long was there something on your face????? but regardless you give him a small nod & he gently wipes the stain off your face, as both of you struggle to keep the smiles off your own faces
always giving gifts with MEANINGS like boy will do his research and go above and beyond!!!!. and will always be so happy to explain said research if you happen to ask about it
(im specifically thinking about their debut gifts to each other and sungho was so drawn to the Meanings of the flowers he got for woonhak rather than focusing only on what they looked like)
at one of your relationship milestones, he pulls out a jewelry box. there’s a dainty ring sitting inside of it, with two gemstones planted side by side in its center. you immediately gasp because IT’S SOOOO PRETTY? but you can’t help but wonder where he got it because it looks… handmade?
“where did you get this? the gems complement each other so well!”
“ah… taesan and i went to a jewelry making workshop a couple weeks ago, so i wanted to make something for our anniversary,” he grabs your hand to place the ring on one of your fingers, finding it to be a perfect fit. “it’s not the best, but i tried my hardest. i even put our birthstones on it!”
even if sungho didn’t think the ring was perfect, it definitely was perfect to you <3
when you give him gifts he will be OVER THE MOON, esp if it was something you got for him /just cause/. he falls in love with you even more knowing that you put in the same effort he does when it comes to gifts
a necklace? he never forgets to put it on before he goes out for the day. a framed picture of you two from your first date? it lives atop his dresser for him to see every morning :3
i'm a firm believer that sungho will go out of his way to implement constant reminders of you throughout his daily routine (because you're obviously his favorite thing to think about), which is why he adores the things you get for him
u already know this man does not hesitate to serenade you whenever he gets the chance to. omygooooddd his angelic voice paired with a love song you just KNOW he is dedicating to you
plus i feel like it’d be intimate as hell…. he’s gently strumming his guitar, playing the chords to one of your favorite songs, only breaking eye contact to take a quick look back at his fingers to make sure he plays the next notes correctly OHHHH i’m in love with him i fear
when the time comes for his weekly deep clean of the dorms, he swears he’s ready to propose to you right then and there as you help him tidy up everyone’s mess LOL
sungho’s accepted the fact that he sometimes needs to clean up after the other members, but now that you’re wiping down the kitchen counters next to him as he washes the various pots and pans that have been piling up in the sink, he almost looks forward to it. it’s oddly domestic-- not that he’s complaining.
“you know, you don’t need to clean up their mess for them. it’s not like you’re their mom or something,” he says as he places another clean plate on the dish rack beside him.
“i mean, i know that. but you don’t need to either! i don’t mind helping you out if it means i get to spend some more time with you.” you shyly admit, spraying the counter with disinfectant. out of nowhere, he comes up behind you and places a sweet kiss atop your head, thanking you for everything you do for him. ♡
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#fresh moodboard#y2k moodboard#alternative moodboard#vintage moodboard#colorful moodboard#kpop layouts#moodboard#kpop moodboard#BOYNEXTDOOR#leehan boynextdoor#sungho boynextdoor#woonhak boynextdoor#riwoo boynextdoor#taesan boynextdoor#boynextdoor moodboard#jaehyun boyfriend#jaehyun boynextdoor#random#believe
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#bnd taesan#taesan#boynextdoor#kpop idols#striped sweater#sweater#fuzzy sweater#mohair#sweater paws#blue jeans#pretty boy#umbrella#rainy day#clear umbrella#han dongmin#bnd#hands in pockets#boyfriend#boyfriend material#kpop boys#rainymood#weather#ootd
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Jaehyun for WEGO
#he's so boyfriend here#boynextdoor#bnd#myung jaehyun#jaehyun#myungjae#2024#wego#241002#p: photoshoot
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RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS 💋
Taesan x f.reader.
warning: mention of cum, reference of 🐓
genre: crack, smau
masterlist
content under the cut🪳
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“across the street”
-1.5k words
-mike schmidt x fem!reader
-no trauma au
an: i’ve never written anything like this, so pls let me live lmao ik that it’s corny. this is more self indulgent than anything, but the mike schmidt hype has hit me hard 😭
summary: you move into a new place and meet your neighbors
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A sudden knocking pulled you out of your sleep, causing you to sit up on the couch. You looked at your surroundings for a moment, trying to remember where you were.
You had just moved into the house that you were leasing the night before, and still had so much to unpack. It was on the smaller side, a two bedroom one bathroom, but it was a steal for the price. Boxes were strewn around the room, and your eyes landed on one particularly large one. Your bed frame, which was still taped up. Leading you to fall asleep on the couch last night.
Another knock, smaller than the first, was heard. You hopped off the couch, suddenly remembering the cause of your early morning. You ran a hand through your hair, double-checking your outfit. Of course, someone had to knock as you were in pajamas; an old oversized t-shirt, and some black shorts.
“I’m coming, sorry!” You yelled, speed walking up to the front door.
Before you could look around you, you tripped on a box next to the couch. You fell, and landed directly on your ass, shouting out a loud curse.
“Fuck.” You muttered, rubbing your stubbed toe. At least your socks took the brunt of the pain.
“Are you okay?” A muffled voice asked.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Sorry, this is embarrassing.” You rambled, mostly to yourself.
You took in a deep breath, what a morning. You stood from the ground, now directly in front of the large wooden door. You tried your best to compose yourself before you were unlocking and swinging it open.
Standing in front of you was a little girl. She had bangs, a huge smile, and a big tupperware box in her small hands. Next to her was a young man, around your age. He was definitely attractive, in jeans and a grey sweatshirt. You looked at him for a little longer than socially acceptable before speaking.
“Hi.” You said with a small smile.
“Hi!” The little girl replied, her smile mimicking yours.
“Uh, this is my sister, Abby.” The cute guy said, gesturing towards his sister. You followed his movement with your eyes, landing on her again. You smiled at her before he continued.
“I’m Mike-“ He said before he was interrupted.
“We live across the street,” Abby said loudly. He glanced at her, nodding at her comment. You held back a laugh at his annoyed expression. They were siblings, alright.
“We made some cookies, thought we’d introduce ourselves.” He finished.
You made eye contact with him, finally, too overwhelmed to do it before. God, was it a mistake. How could you control yourself when he was so fine? He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a soft expression on his face. You were fucked.
You introduced yourself, Abby complimenting your name.
“Thank you so much for the cookies, I bet you did all the work.” You said, winking at Abby. She quickly nodded, and her brother bumped into her playfully with his hip. She giggled, handing the box over to you.
“Do you guys want to come in and try these with me? My house is a mess, but it’s whatever.” You asked, hoping that he would agree.
Abby looked over to Mike for his approval, she muttered a tiny “please”. He seemed to be contemplating before you continued.
“I have milk.”
“Okay.” He said. You opened the door further at his answer, leading them into your house. Mike closed the door behind you all.
You took them to your kitchen, which was thankfully the cleanest place in your house. You set the box on the island, opening up your fridge, and grabbing the half gallon of milk you had bought. You grabbed your only glasses and filled them up. You set one in front of each of them.
“You guys caught me on a good day, with the milk.” You joked, noticing Mike’s small chuckle.
Cookies were dispersed, and you groaned as you bit into it. You nodded in enjoyment, taking a small sip of milk.
“These are good.” You said to yourself.
Abby nodded enthusiastically, “I already had some before we came over.” She said.
You laughed at her comment and looked over to Mike, who was looking at Abby with the same exasperated look from earlier.
“You had to taste test them, I understand.” You said to her.
Abby looked at her brother, and then back towards you. He looked confused for a second but then spoke.
“Oh- um, what brought you to the neighborhood?” He asked, popping the rest of his cookie in his mouth. You wiped the crumbs off your hands before answering.
“I work at the hospital over here, so I decided to get a place to myself that was closer.” You said simply.
“Oh, that’s awesome. So you live by yourself?”
“Yep, just me.” You answered, wondering about him. “What about the two of you?”
“Just us.” He said simply, you nodded at his answer.
“Abby, how old are you?” You asked, trying to include her in the conversation more.
“I’m about to turn ten.” She replied.
“What about you?” Mike asked, bringing your attention back to him.
“I’m twenty-one.” You answered. His eyes lit up for a second.
“Twenty-two,” He said, pointing to himself. You smiled at his goofy gesture.
You were so screwed, you had a thing for dorks. Fuck it, you thought. Might as well try.
“Why don’t we exchange numbers? That way if you needed a favor, or a babysitter,” You said, looking at Abby’s smiling face. “And we could go out for lunch or something.”
He raised his eyebrows for a second but quickly recovered.
“Yeah, yeah,” He squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “That would be great.”
He quickly reached into the pocket of his hoodie and unlocked his phone. He swiped for a second before handing it to you, already on the contacts app. You smiled, putting in your number and name with a “<3” next to it. You returned it to him, noticing his eyes on you.
“Um, Abs. Can you give us a second?” He said, shooing her out of the kitchen.
“You can turn the tv on if you want, Abby. The remote’s on the couch.” You added, she nodded and sent her brother a thumbs up. You smiled at the silly action.
He seemed to need a second to compose himself, so you used his silence to grab the glasses and rinse them out in the sink. You heard the tv click on in the background. As you were placing the cups in the dishwasher, Mike cleared his throat. You turned back to him.
“Were you serious about the babysitting thing? If not, that’s fine. We can just get lunch or something-“ He rambled, you noticed the way he wasn’t rejecting you. You cut his sentence short.
“I was serious, about both.” You clarified, and he nodded at your response. He turned around for a second, looking at his sister. He looked at you again and walked closer to you. He lowered his voice before speaking again.
“This is embarrassing, okay? I really need someone to watch her, but I don’t know how much I could pay you. I haven’t been able to find someone that we can afford.”
“Mike, you don’t have to pay me. She’s a good kid. And I live across the street, it’s easy. Just text me when you need, and I can change my schedule.” You said, feeling helpful.
“You would literally be saving my life.” He expressed, rubbing his eyes with his hands.
“Of course,” You said, looking past him and into your cluttered house. “Could you maybe do me a favor instead of paying me?”
He looked at you through his hands.
“Would you help me build my bed frame? I had movers bring in the big stuff, and I could’ve paid them to build it, but they were already so expensive and-“
“Yeah.” He breathed out.
“Yeah?” You asked, not sure what to say.
He nodded, looking at you like he was trying to see through you. Then he looked down at his phone and smiled. When he looked up again he had a light pink on his cheeks.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing. Uh, we’ve gotta go. I need to get Abby to school, but it was great meeting you. I’ll text you. About babysitting and lunch, okay?”
“Okay.”
He nodded again, a small smile on his face. He rounded Abby up and you walked them out. You stood against the doorframe, while the two of them stood in front of you.
“I’ll text.” He repeated.
“I’ll wait.”
The two of you smiled at each other for a second, neither wanting to walk away. You liked this weird banter the two of you had.
“Do you think he’s cute? ” Abby asked, voice monotone.
Your eyes widened, and you started laughing. This was going to be fun, you thought.
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