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LITTLE THINGS

STARRING ... BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!M. YOONGI X READER

WORD COUNT ... 4.7K

SUMMARY ... it was the little things.

NOTES/WARNINGS ... happy min suga day everyone!!! a double update today, wowww. slight(? five years) age gap. based in the 2000s. growing up with yoongi and reader. underaged drinking. slightly suggestive towards the end. let me know if i missed anything.

playlist : crush (david archuleta). you belong with me (taylor swift). do i wanna know (arctic monkeys). just a little bit (maria mena). somewhere only we know (keane). teenage dirtbag (wheatus). the only exception (paramore). cigarette daydreams (cage the elephant). hate that you know me (bleachers). kiss me slowly (parachutes).

the first time you swore marriage to yoongi, you were five and he was ten. you, his sister, and him were all at the playground, and you and his sister had decided to just spend the day trip in the sandpit.

your loving declaration was made shortly after yoongi hit one of the other boys there in the face with his skateboard after he made you cry by saying that you had cooties.

the first time yoongi swore marriage to you, you were eight and he was thirteen. you and his sister were sitting cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, cutting pictures out of an old magazine, when the topic of boys being gross came up.

"they are," you insisted, wrinkling your nose as you snipped a model’s head clean off his body. "all of them."

"not all boys are gross," yoongi said from where he was lying on his stomach by the door, flipping through a comic book. he didn’t even look up, just turned the page like this was a casual debate he was only half-invested in.

"yeah, they are," you shot back.

"you’re marrying me," he said simply, like that settled it.

"i am not." you stuck your tongue out at him.

"guess i’ll just have to marry you instead, then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows and smirking.

"ew," his sister said.

"yeah, ew," you agreed.

yoongi just laughed, flipping another page with a half lazy smirk.

you were thirteen when you stopped idolizing yoongi and started seeing him for what he was—your best friend's older brother.

maybe it happened gradually, in the way he stopped lingering in doorways or teasing you when you and his sister whispered in her room. maybe it happened all at once, the day he turned eighteen and left like it was the easiest thing in the world. either way, by the time you realized, it was already too late.

he was gone. not gone gone, but whisked away into adulthood like it had been waiting for him just beyond the front porch. he stopped coming home as much, stopped letting his sister drag him into your sleepover games or chase him down the hall when he stole a hair tie off her wrist.

"he's so annoying," his sister huffed one day, flopping onto her bed after yet another unanswered text. "it's like he thinks he's too cool for us now."

you just hummed, staring at your phone screen, at a group picture taken last summer—the three of you, arms slung over each other's shoulders, sun in your eyes and sand stuck to your knees.

maybe he did think he was too cool for you now. maybe he was right.

he would come home every summer, but those summers were never actually spent at home. you'd catch two-minute glimpses of him before he’d run off to some party or to skate with the other boys.

sometimes, you’d see him in the kitchen, rifling through the fridge for something to eat before disappearing out the back door. other times, it was in the driveway, slamming the car door shut while some guy leaned on the hood, waiting for him to hurry up.

"yoongi," his mom would call after him. "you just got here!"

"i know, i know," he’d say, already halfway down the front steps.

he never looked back, not even when his sister rolled her eyes and mimicked his voice under her breath, making you laugh.

but sometimes, if you stayed up late enough, you’d hear him come back. the rattle of the doorknob, the creak of the stairs. the sound of his skateboard dropping to the floor just outside his room.

once, when you were sixteen, you caught him on the front porch lighting a cigarette.

"that’s bad for you," you said, stepping outside.

he glanced over his shoulder, barely reacting. "so’s fast food, and i don’t see you giving up mcdonald’s."

"that’s different."

"not really." he took a slow drag, blowing the smoke into the warm night air. then he looked at you properly for the first time all summer, eyes flicking down like he was seeing something new. "you got taller."

"yeah," you said, crossing your arms. "it happens."

he huffed a little laugh, pressing the cigarette to his lips again. "guess it does."

the first time yoongi sees you drunk, you’re seventeen.

his sister’s sleazebag of a boyfriend had invited the two of you to some rager in his backyard, and—against your better judgment—you both went. one drink turned into three, cheap booze and cruisers passed around like candy, and before you knew it, everything was a little too funny, a little too bright, and walking in a straight line became a distant memory.

yoongi had to be called to pick you up.

"she’s fine," his sister slurred into the phone, waving you off when you giggled at absolutely nothing. "we’re both fine. just hurry up."

he showed up fifteen minutes later, standing in the middle of the chaos with a look of absolute disinterest, like he’d rather be anywhere else. some guy slapped his shoulder on the way out, muttering something about taking a shot, and yoongi ignored him completely.

"we’re not even that drunk," his sister insisted when he found you both slumped together on the back steps.

"yeah?" yoongi scoffed, hooking his hands under your arms and hauling you up first. "you can barely keep your eyes open."

"neither can you," you mumbled against his shoulder, words slurring together as he steadied you.

"that’s because it’s two in the morning," he said, half-dragging, half-guiding you toward his car. "come on, let’s go before i have to deal with any more of these idiots."

you blinked up at him once you were in the passenger seat, head lolling against the window. "you’re kind of mean."

he rolled his eyes, reaching over to buckle you in. "and you’re kind of wasted."

you frowned. "i was having fun."

"i’m sure you were." he shut the door with a sigh, rounding the car to help his sister next.

you don’t remember much else. not the drive home, not the way you leaned your head against the seat and mumbled something about how he smelled like mint and cigarette smoke.

but you do remember this—yoongi didn’t laugh at you that night. didn’t tease or call you a lightweight like you thought he would.

he just drove you home, silent, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

the first time yoongi brings home a girlfriend, you’re eighteen.

it’s the middle of july, hot enough that even the a/c struggles, and you and his sister are sprawled across the couch, flipping through a stack of magazines you found buried in her closet. it’s a slow, lazy afternoon—until the front door swings open, and yoongi walks in with her.

she’s blonde. tan. wearing a rhinestone-studded tank top that says JUICY in bubble letters across the front. her white miniskirt is just barely hanging on, and her lip gloss shines like it was applied with a paint roller.

his sister freezes first, fingers tightening on the magazine in her lap. you feel it a second later, the way the air in the room shifts.

"who’s this?" his mom asks from the kitchen.

"this is sena," yoongi says, arm slung low around the girl’s waist.

"hi!" she chirps, all smiles. "it’s so nice to finally meet you guys!"

his sister leans in, voice low. "she looks like she’d be on girls gone wild."

you press your lips together, flipping a page. "swear i’ve seen her in hustler."

yoongi hears. of course he hears. his head snaps toward the both of you, eyes narrowing in warning. his mom’s hard look follows right after, the same one she gives when the two of you are this close to getting grounded.

but the girlfriend just giggles, leaning into yoongi’s arm like she didn’t just hear you indirectly call her a porn star.

"yoongles, they’re so funny!" she coos, poking his cheek with a manicured nail.

his sister chokes. you slap a hand over your mouth. yoongi just closes his eyes for a long, long second, re-evaluating every decision that’s led him here.

his mom sighs. "well, sena," she says, ever the gracious host, "do you want something to drink?"

sena beams. "oh my god, totally. do you guys have diet pepsi?"

yoongi’s sister makes a strangled sound and bolts up the stairs before she completely loses it. you barely manage to keep it together long enough to watch sena drag yoongi toward the kitchen, still giggling, still calling him that.

as soon as they’re out of earshot, you grab your phone and text his sister, only two words:

yoongles. help.

there were many girlfriends after that. a new one almost every two months.

some were blonde, some were brunette, some had the same rhinestone-studded tank tops and miniskirts, and some wore ripped jeans and band tees like they were too cool for the rest of the world. none of them lasted.

yoongi was home a lot more now, at twenty-three, taking a break from college. no one really knew if it was temporary or if he was done for good, but he never said much about it. just shrugged whenever his mom asked and said something about needing time to figure things out.

whatever figuring out he was doing, though, it didn’t stop him from sliding right back into old habits. back to the skater boy that left his dirty socks in the living room and took too long in the bathroom.

"he’s so annoying," his sister groaned one morning, kicking at a pair of his sneakers abandoned by the front door.

"you’ve said that every year since you could talk," you muttered, flipping through the tv channels.

"yeah, and he gets more annoying every year."

you hummed, pausing on mtv cribs.

yoongi was still asleep upstairs, last night’s girlfriend long gone, leaving behind a stray bobby pin on the coffee table and the faintest trace of vanilla perfume in the air.

it was always like this now. he’d crash at home for a few months, fill the house with girls and late-night cigarette smoke, and then disappear again just when you started getting used to him being around.

but for now, he was here. twenty-three, aimless, and completely unaware that yoongles had officially become a household joke behind his back.

your first boyfriend comes into your life at nineteen.

he’s nice. polite. a little vanilla, but sweet in the way that boys who don’t know how to be anything else are. he opens doors for you, remembers your coffee order, and always texts you good morning and good night.

"you’re so going to marry him," yoongi’s sister teases one night, sprawled across her bed with a bag of chips between you.

"right?" you giggle, flipping through a magazine. cosmo, this time. ten ways to know he’s the one.

"he’s so boring," yoongi mutters from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

you and his sister share a look before bursting into laughter.

"he’s nice," you correct, tilting your head at him. "you wouldn’t know what that looks like."

yoongi rolls his eyes. "you’re gonna be miserable in a year."

"you’re just mad i actually found someone who wants to date me."

he scoffs, but doesn’t argue. just watches as his sister steals another chip from the bag and nudges you with her elbow.

"remember when you were five and promised to marry him?" she grins, jerking her thumb toward yoongi.

you wrinkle your nose. "i was a kid."

"still happened," yoongi says, so annoyingly smug about it.

"doesn’t count," you shoot back.

his sister nods, backing you up. "yeah, childhood delusions don’t count."

"whatever," yoongi mumbles, pushing off the doorframe. "don’t come crying to me when you realize i was right."

he disappears down the hall, and you roll your eyes, turning back to your magazine.

"he’s so weird," you say.

his sister snickers. "he’s so jealous."

"he's so gross," you say, wrinkling your nose as you pop a chip into your mouth.

"right?" his sister snickers, shoving another handful into hers. "like, who even says that?"

you shake your head, flipping another page in your cosmo, but your mind is still half-stuck on it—on the way yoongi had leaned against the doorway, arms crossed like he was so sure you’d regret dating someone who was, for once, actually nice to you.

like he knew something you didn’t. like he thought it was funny.

it wasn’t. it was weird. he was weird.

and yet, later that night, when your boyfriend texts you something sweet, something corny and cute, you hesitate before answering.

because suddenly, yoongi’s voice is stuck in your head.

"you’re gonna be miserable in a year."

weird. so weird.

your first heartbreak comes later that year, getting dumped after refusing to put out.

it’s not dramatic. no screaming, no public fight. just a quiet, awkward conversation in the front seat of his car, parked outside your house.

"i just think we’re in different places," he says, hands tight around the steering wheel, like he’s bracing for impact.

"yeah," you say, voice flat. "guess so."

and that’s it. he drops you off and drives away, and you stand in the driveway for a full minute before going inside like nothing happened.

his sister is the first to find out.

"that asshole," she huffs, throwing a handful of popcorn at the tv like that somehow avenges you. "i always knew he was too polite. like, fake polite. like one of those guys who probably tells people he’s a feminist but still reads playboy mags."

you groan, flopping onto her bed. "he does not have playboy mags."

"bet he does."

you let out a weak laugh, staring at the ceiling. you’re not going to cry. not over him. it’s just—it sucks.

the next person to find out is, unfortunately, yoongi.

he’s home when it happens, freshly twenty-four and still lounging around like he has nowhere better to be. you don’t tell him, obviously. his sister does, loud and unfiltered, while you sit at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal and pretend not to care.

"she got dumped," she announces, stealing a spoonful from your bowl.

yoongi, who’s digging through the fridge, snorts. "called it."

"fuck off," you mutter, shoving cereal in your mouth so you don’t have to say anything else.

but yoongi just leans against the counter, watching you with that same smug expression, like he’s been waiting for this.

"should’ve married me when you had the chance," he says.

you glare. his sister wheezes.

"oh my god, you’re so gross," you groan, pushing your chair back. "i’m leaving."

"good," yoongi calls after you. "don’t come crying to me!"

you flip him off over your shoulder. his laughter follows you all the way up the stairs.

you do, in fact, go crying to him.

a full year later, the night his sister leaves for college with a hug, a promise to call you every day, and an assignment to take care of yoongi for her.

you were the wrong person to choose for said assignment.

because first of all, who takes care of yoongi? no one. the man is self-sufficient to a fault, fueled by nicotine and whatever questionable food he picks up at the convenience store at ungodly hours. and second, you have your own life to deal with. your own problems.

like the fact that, hours after his sister’s car disappears down the street, you’re inexplicably, overwhelmingly sad.

the house is too quiet.

the realization hits you all at once—your best friend is gone, off in some dorm room, making new friends, starting a new life, and even though she swore you’d always be her person, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s not here anymore.

so you do what any emotionally stable, well-adjusted adult would do.

you cry about it.

and—because you’re terrible at making good decisions—you cry about it in yoongi’s room.

"you’re so dramatic," yoongi mutters, handing you a tissue as you curl up on the floor beside his bed.

"am not," you sniff, blowing your nose miserably. "you just don’t get it."

"i get it," he says. "i just don’t think it’s worth ugly crying over."

"fuck you."

he smirks, sitting back against the headboard, lazily flipping through a notebook. "not even gonna buy me dinner first?"

you throw the tissue box at him.

he dodges, barely, but there’s amusement in his eyes when he glances down at you again, tapping his pen against his knee.

"she’ll be fine, you know," he says, voice quieter now. "you will too."

you don’t say anything, just sniffle again, swiping at your damp cheeks.

a beat passes. "you can stay, if you want."

you blink. yoongi never offers things like that.

he doesn’t meet your eyes, already scribbling something down in his notebook. "just don’t—" he cuts himself off, sighs. "don’t cry on my floor all night, okay?"

you huff, curling deeper into yourself. "no promises."

he rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t tell you to leave.

somehow, you end up in his bed.

you don’t really know how it happens—maybe you got tired of the floor, maybe yoongi got tired of hearing you sniffle—but at some point, you end up curled against his side, face smushed into his hoodie, still crying like some pathetic, abandoned child.

"jesus," he mutters, hand hovering awkwardly over your back. "you’re actually so annoying."

"you offered," you croak, voice muffled against his chest.

"yeah, well, i take it back." but he doesn’t move you. doesn’t shove you off or complain when your fingers clutch at the fabric of his hoodie because you need something to hold onto.

instead, he sighs—long, put-upon—and lets his hand drop against your back, an awkward, barely-there pat.

it’s dumb. the whole thing is dumb. you’re an adult now, and your best friend is literally a phone call away, and yet here you are, crying like a baby in yoongi’s bed.

but he doesn’t kick you out. doesn’t make fun of you like he normally would. just lies there, letting you fall apart on his hoodie, his hand never moving from your back.

"yoongi?" your voice is small, choked.

he shifts, chin resting against the top of your head. "what?"

"thanks."

he exhales sharply, and for a second, you swear you feel him smile.

"whatever," he mutters, voice softer than it should be. "go to sleep."

and—because it’s yoongi, because he’s warm, because his hoodie smells like laundry detergent and cigarette smoke and home—you do.

when you’re not sleeping in your best friend’s bed, you’re sleeping in yoongi’s.

it’s not on purpose. at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

the first time, you’d been too exhausted to go back to your own room. you’d fallen asleep curled up against his side, and when you woke up in the morning, he was already up, sitting at his desk, acting like you hadn’t just drooled on his hoodie all night.

the second time, it was his fault.

"you’re just gonna cry in my room again anyway," he’d said when he saw you hovering by his door, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands like some kind of orphaned child. "just get in bed and shut up about it."

so you had.

and then it just...kept happening.

some nights, you still slept in your best friend’s bed out of habit, curling up under the same floral-patterned blanket you’d both been using since you were kids. but most nights, you ended up in yoongi’s instead.

"this is getting weird," he’d grumbled one night when you crawled under the covers beside him, poking at his ribs until he moved over.

"then kick me out."

he sighed. "too much work."

and that was that.

there were rules, though. unspoken ones.

you didn’t talk about it. not in the morning, not when his mom raised an eyebrow at the way you emerged from his room stretching, not even when your best friend teased you over the phone.

("ew, you’re sleeping in yoongi’s bed?" she’d laughed. "have some self-respect.")

you didn’t cuddle. you weren’t like that. yoongi kept to his side, you kept to yours, and that was that.

and, most importantly—it didn’t mean anything.

because if it did, then you’d have to admit that something had shifted. that somewhere along the way, the teasing, the eye-rolls, the years of bickering had stopped feeling so familiar, so easy, and had started feeling like something else entirely.

and you weren’t ready for that. not yet.

the first time you realize something’s changed, it’s at a party.

it’s one of those loud, hazy, sticky summer nights, the kind where the air is thick with humidity and the scent of cheap beer and cigarette smoke clings to your clothes before you’ve even stepped inside.

you don’t know why you came. maybe because your best friend begged you to actually go out for once, or maybe because you knew he would be here.

yoongi isn’t hard to find. he’s never hard to find.

he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, lazily sipping from a red cup, one arm draped over the back of some girl’s chair. she’s pretty—they always are—laughing at something he just said, leaning into him like she wants to be the next one.

you tell yourself you don’t care. that you’ve seen this before, that it means nothing, that you have absolutely no reason to feel the way you do right now.

but then he looks up.

his eyes find yours across the room, and something in his expression shifts—just barely, just enough for you to notice.

and just like that, you’re somewhere else.

somewhere months ago, slipping under his blankets, stealing his warmth on cold nights. somewhere in the early mornings, waking up to the sound of his deep, slow breathing before slipping out of his bed unnoticed.

somewhere you shouldn’t be.

but you’re here now, in a room full of people, and he’s still looking at you.

you swallow, breaking eye contact first, pushing past bodies and slipping outside.

you don’t run, exactly, but it feels like you do.

the air is cooler out here, quieter, and you take a slow breath, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks.

and then—"running away?"

yoongi’s voice. behind you.

you turn, and he’s standing in the doorway, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other still holding his drink.

"no," you say too quickly. "just needed air."

"bullshit." he steps closer, the warm glow from the porch light casting soft shadows across his face.

you roll your eyes. "why do you care?"

"i don’t," he says, but he doesn’t walk away. doesn’t leave you alone like he should.

he just watches you, like he’s trying to figure something out.

and then—"you look good."

your breath catches.

it’s stupid, it’s so stupid, because he’s probably said that a hundred times to a hundred different girls, but this time it’s you.

and it feels different.

"you’re drunk," you mutter, arms crossed.

"not really."

you don’t know what to say to that.

so you say nothing, looking away, looking anywhere but at him.

but then—his fingers graze your wrist.

just barely. just enough.

and suddenly, it’s very clear that something between you isn’t the same anymore.

the first time you kiss yoongi, it’s his birthday.

he’s turning twenty-seven. his hair is still bleached, the pale blonde grown out a bit at the roots, and he looks different now—older, sharper—but somehow still the same yoongi you’ve always known.

there’s no party. no drunken celebration or crowded apartment full of strangers. just a quiet night at home, the way his mom prefers it. the way he prefers it. dinner, cake, a movie. the whole family—plus you, of course.

his mom had gone to bed hours ago. his sister was passed out on the couch, curled up in the same blanket she’d been buried under for most of the movie.

and you’d just wanted a drink of water. but when you turn around, glass still in hand, he’s there. leaning against the counter, watching you with that lazy, unreadable expression.

"where’s my present?" he asks.

you blink. "you already opened my present."

it’s true. you’d given him a new set of headphones, something he’d offhandedly mentioned needing months ago, and he’d actually smiled when he unwrapped them. a real one.

but now he just hums, stepping closer. "not that one."

"what—"

and then he cuts you off with a kiss.

it’s soft, at first. hesitant, testing. but when you don’t pull away��when your breath catches, when your fingers tighten around the glass still in your hand—he presses in deeper, tilting his head, lips parting against yours like he’s been waiting for this.

you don’t know who moves first. don’t know if you drop the glass or if he takes it from you, if you step closer or if he pulls you in.

all you know is that it’s him. yoongi.

his hands on your waist, the faint scent of birthday cake and cigarette smoke clinging to his hoodie, the way he exhales so softly against your lips before pulling away just enough to look at you.

yoongi lifts you like it’s nothing.

hands firm at your waist, he hoists you up onto the counter, slotting himself between your legs before you can even catch your breath. the cold marble is a shock against your bare thighs, but the warmth of his hands is hotter, grounding, spreading heat everywhere.

you’re wearing an oversized band tee—his band tee. he notices. his fingers slip beneath the hem, just barely, thumbs brushing slow circles over your skin.

"you’re such a thief," he mutters, mouth ghosting over yours, not kissing you yet, just lingering.

"you gave it to me," you breathe, blinking up at him.

he huffs a soft laugh, lips twitching. "you stole it."

"and yet, you never asked for it back."

he hums, tilting his head. "maybe i liked seeing you in it."

you don’t have a chance to process that, because then he’s kissing you again. deeper. slower. hungrier. you don’t even realize your hands are in his hair until you feel the strands slipping through your fingers.

yoongi groans, low, deep, and the sound goes straight through you.

his hands tighten on your thighs, pressing you closer, and you feel it, the way his fingers tremble, just a little, like he’s holding back.

you don’t say anything. just pull him in, legs wrapping around his waist, fingers tugging him even closer.

"yoongi," you murmur against his lips after a moment, breathless, dazed, hands still tangled in his hair.

"mm?" he hums, mouth trailing, kissing along your jaw, slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. and maybe he does. maybe you do.

except—

"your sister is in the living room," you remind him, voice barely above a whisper, fingers tightening against his hoodie.

he stills, and there’s a beat of silence. then he groans, low and frustrated, forehead dropping against your shoulder.

"you have the worst timing," he mutters, his hands gripping your thighs, debating whether or not to just pretend you didn’t say anything.

you laugh, breathy, threading your fingers through his hair. "we’re in your mom’s kitchen," you point out. "next to the fridge. literally anyone could walk in."

he huffs, pulling back just enough to look at you—really look at you. your lips are swollen, your shirt is crooked, still drowning you. and suddenly, he wants. wants to stay here, wants to ignore reality, wants to kiss you until the sun comes up.

but you’re right.

(you’re always right, and it’s so fucking annoying.)

he sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. "fine," he grumbles. "you win."

you grin. "i always do."

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it, stepping back, hands slipping from your thighs way too slowly, like he doesn’t really want to let go. "come on," he mutters, offering a hand. "before you ruin my life even more."

you take it, hop down, straighten your shirt, and try not to laugh at the way he adjusts his way too obvious boner when he thinks you’re not looking.

"hey, yoongi?" you say as he leads you out of the kitchen.

"what?"

you smirk. "happy birthday."

his eyes flick to you, and something shifts again, something deep, something you don’t have a name for yet. then, his mouth quirks into something almost fond, and he squeezes your hand before finally letting go.

"thanks, brat."

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Hii hellooo, may i have a request like svt 14th fem member youngest like they care abt platonically and protective specially when there's some male idol who wants to hit on her? Or like whenever they are shooting and some people stare at her, or during live some like that and like they become protective but the reader doesn't have any clue thank youu

Unspoken Rules | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

"Y/N, stand over here," Seungcheol murmured, subtly guiding her to the middle of the group as they prepared for a live broadcast.

Y/N blinked up at him, confused. "Why? What's wrong with my spot?"

"Nothing. Just... better camera angle," he answered smoothly, glancing over at Joshua, who was already nodding in silent agreement.

"Right," Y/N said, unconvinced but not questioning it further.

The members had always been protective of her—she was their youngest, after all. But lately, something had been feeling... off. Like there were unspoken rules she wasn't aware of.

The broadcast started, and everything seemed normal—until she noticed the way Jeonghan casually placed a hand on the back of her chair whenever a certain male idol sitting across from them spoke to her. Or how Mingyu laughed a little too loudly whenever she responded to said idol’s questions, effectively drowning out the conversation.

It wasn’t until later, when she scrolled through comments, that she saw fans noticing it too.

"LMAO the way Seventeen turns into a human shield whenever a guy talks to Y/N." "DK literally just changed the topic mid-sentence when that dude asked for her number." "Do they realize she’s an adult? 😭"

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay," she started as she marched into their waiting room, crossing her arms. "What is going on?"

The room went silent. Some members pretended to check their phones, others suddenly found their drinks very interesting.

"You guys are acting weird," she pressed.

"We're always weird," Vernon pointed out, unhelpfully.

"Don't change the subject!" She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me why you guys keep acting like my personal security team every time a guy so much as looks at me."

A long pause. Then, Woozi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, Y/N, you’re our little sister. We don’t trust these guys."

"Yeah," Hoshi nodded seriously. "Some of them seem... too interested."

"Too interested?" she repeated, confused.

"Like, flirting," Jun clarified, making a face as if the word itself was offensive.

Her jaw dropped. "Wait. You guys think they—?" She burst out laughing. "You guys are ridiculous."

Seungkwan scoffed. "Oh yeah? Tell that to the dude who tried to ask for your number last week."

"What?! When? Who?"

"Exactly," Dino muttered. "You don’t even notice."

Minghao crossed his arms. "That’s why we have to."

Y/N stared at them, realizing just how deep their protectiveness ran. It wasn’t just playful big-brother energy—they genuinely looked out for her.

She sighed, shaking her head. "And what if I want to finally meet someone? What if I wanted to give him my number?" She looked at them, exasperated. "You guys can’t protect me forever."

Seungcheol, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward, his voice firm but gentle. "Yes, we can. And we will. Until we know for sure that the guy is good enough for you."

The room hummed in agreement.

"Exactly." "Facts." "Scoups speaks for all of us."

Y/N groaned dramatically and fell backward onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t win against you guys, can I?"

"Nope," Jeonghan grinned, ruffling her hair again.

She huffed but couldn't help the small smile creeping onto her face. Maybe having thirteen overprotective brothers wasn’t so bad after all.

[badasoneandonly]

𝘗𝘜𝘛 𝘔𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘝𝘐𝘌 || 𝘏𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕-𝘏𝘖 × 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘞𝘤: 1,118𝘬

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:

Y/N is manipulated by her neighbor Hwang In-Ho into a relationship, questioning it only to be gaslit into submission, ultimately losing herself to his control.

𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: MANIPULATIVE INHO, NAIVE READER, READER IS 22 WHILE INHO IS 45, NEO-NOIR, DARK ROMANCE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP.

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 × 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ;)

"C’mon, you know you like little girls,” the voice cooed from Y/N’s phone as Lana Del Rey’s lyrics flowed through her headphones. The eerie, saccharine melody filled her quiet room as she absentmindedly hummed along, the words settling somewhere deep in her subconscious. She wasn’t sure why she liked this song. Something about it felt unsettling yet intoxicating, a contradiction that mirrored her own life.

Her neighbor, Hwang In-Ho, had always been there. He had lived next door for as long as she could remember. While their families were close, her connection with In-Ho had always been... different. As a child, she idolized him. He was older, wiser, and had a calm, commanding presence that made her feel safe.

But now, things felt different.

---

Y/N was sitting in her backyard, flipping through a novel, when In-Ho leaned over the fence that separated their properties. His casual smile disarmed her, as always.

“You’ve been reading that book for weeks now,” he teased, his deep voice carrying warmth.

She smiled shyly. “I like to take my time.”

“Some things are worth savoring,” he said, his words laced with a meaning she couldn’t quite grasp.

They chatted for a while about nothing in particular, and before long, he invited her over for tea. She agreed without hesitation. It was second nature to her—In-Ho had always been like an older brother, someone she could trust implicitly.

But that trust would soon be tested.

---

As they sat on his patio, sipping tea, In-Ho began to reminisce.

“You know, I remember when you were just a little thing,” he said, his eyes glinting with nostalgia. “You used to follow me around everywhere.”

She laughed softly, her cheeks warming. “I was a kid. You were the cool older neighbor.”

“You still do,” he said under his breath, but loud enough for her to catch.

Her laughter faltered, and she looked at him curiously. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his smile returning. “It’s just funny how some things never change.”

The conversation drifted to lighter topics, but a strange tension lingered in the air.

---

That night, as Y/N lay in bed, the memory of his words replayed in her mind. “Some things never change.” It was such an innocent phrase, but the way he’d said it made her skin prickle.

---

The weeks that followed were filled with small moments that left Y/N questioning everything. The way his hand would linger on her shoulder during conversations, the way he seemed to watch her a little too intently when she laughed, the way he always seemed to be there when she needed something.

She told herself she was imagining things. This was In-Ho. He’d always been kind and attentive. He was like family.

But then he confessed.

---

It happened on a quiet evening, as they walked together through their neighborhood. The sun had set, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement.

“In-Ho,” she said, breaking the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied, his tone gentle.

“Why do you spend so much time with me?”

He stopped walking, turning to face her. The look in his eyes was intense, almost desperate.

“Because I care about you, Y/N. More than you know.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve always cared about you,” he said, stepping closer. “But it’s not just as a friend or a neighbor. It’s... more than that.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

“I-In-Ho, I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her mind racing.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” he said, his voice soothing. “Just think about it. All I want is to make you happy.”

---

Y/N spent the next few days in a fog of confusion. She had never been in love before, never even dated. The idea of someone feeling that way about her was overwhelming.

And then there was In-Ho. He was safe. He was familiar. Maybe this was what love was supposed to feel like.

---

She agreed to date him.

At first, things were almost perfect. He was attentive and thoughtful, always making her feel special. He would surprise her with her favorite snacks, take her on long drives where they would talk for hours, and tell her how beautiful she was in ways that made her blush.

But as time went on, the cracks began to show.

---

He would ask her not to wear certain outfits.

“You don’t need to dress like that,” he said one evening as she prepared for a dinner with friends. “You’re already beautiful. Besides, who are you trying to impress?”

The comment made her stomach twist, but she brushed it off.

He started isolating her from her friends.

“Why do you need to spend time with them?” he asked one afternoon. “I’m here. Isn’t that enough?”

The questions felt harmless at first, but they began to pile up, eroding her confidence.

---

One evening, as they sat together in his living room, she finally voiced her doubts.

“In-Ho, do you think this is right?” she asked hesitantly.

He looked at her, his expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

“I just... I feel like something’s off. Like this isn’t how things are supposed to be.”

He sighed, reaching for her hand. “Y/N, you’ve never been in love before. It’s normal to feel uncertain. But I know what I feel, and I know this is right. You just need to trust me.”

---

“C’mon, you know you like little girls,” the lyrics played in her head like a taunting whisper.

She began to question everything: his intentions, her own feelings, the way their relationship had started. But every time she tried to pull away, he would pull her back in with words that felt like a lifeline.

“No one will ever love you the way I do,” he told her one night, his voice soft but firm. “No one else could ever understand you like I do.”

---

Y/N wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that this was love, that the unease she felt was just her own inexperience clouding her judgment.

But deep down, she knew.

She knew that something about this wasn’t right.

---

By the time she realized the truth, it was too late.

In-Ho had woven his way into every aspect of her life, his presence a constant shadow that she couldn’t escape.

And somewhere along the way, she had stopped trying.

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵: @ehcausewhynot @akumazwrld @elledumplings @jamiewritesfanfiction-blog

𝘈/𝘯: soo that happened, ik this isnt the usual sad angsty sht i post but like hey its just me branching out to diff genres ^_^ let me know if u liked it, i would love to hear yalls thoughts...

[munsonluhvr]

✶ SISTER, SISTER - older!steve harrington x college student!henderson!reader

“I didn’t know you had a sister, Henderson!” Steve whisper-shouted to his younger friend as he bent at the waist. The pair crept down the hallway of Dustin Henderson’s house, the floor creaking against their weight. 

Steve had a straight view of you as you sit in a kitchen chair, one of your legs hiked up on the chair. You teeter in your seat, bending low to spoon cereal into your mouth as you flip the page of your paperback. You are oblivious to your younger brother and his older friend passing by the kitchen doorway. Steve, however, thinks you’re the prettiest girl his eyes ever laid on. 

“That’s because she’s annoying!” Dustin yells just as he and Steve pass by you. You look up, startled, and meet the gaze of your brother and his good-looking friend. Your eyebrows raise when you notice the boys in the doorway, then scowl when what your brother said registers in your mind. 

“Are you sure you aren’t the annoying one, Dustin? I certainly think so.” You hum back, glancing back at your bowl of cereal. Your brother’s nameless friend snickers, glancing between you and Dustin. “Yeah, yeah,” Dustin says, flapping his hand at you. “We’re going upstairs, don’t bother us.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your attention back to your book and afternoon snack. You hear your brother shuffle down the hallway towards the stairs that lead to his bedroom, but you notice in your peripheral vision that a figure still lingers in the doorway. “I’m Steve Harrington by the way,” your brother’s friend says. You look up in time to see him shove his hands into his pockets, tilting his head so that a strand of his hair dangles in front of his face. He had boyish looks, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Y/n,” you say with a small smile. Steve Harrington. So, this was your little brother’s idol. You get a better look at Steve, tilting your head, your eyes grazing his figure. He was well put together, clearly comes from money by the way his pants and shirt are pressed to perfection. Though, you hold back the urge to laugh, Dustin’s experimentation with his curly hair for the winter dance making sense now that you look at Steve and his head full of hair, almost in the same style as Dustin had. ‘This is how Steve does his hair and he gets major girls,’ Dustin had informed you when you attempted to tell him his hair was perhaps too extravagant for a middle school dance. 

“Do you go to Hawkins’s High?” Steve asks, his eyes grazing your figure too. You’re in an oversized t-shirt and your shorts are hidden underneath. Your legs are bare, your hair is a mess as if you just woke up, yet you’re radiant, your eye’s sparkling against the kitchen lighting. Steve can feel a bubble of nerves coursing through his stomach. 

You shake your head. “No, I graduated. I’m at Indiana University now.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, his nervousness increasing. So, you’re older than him – Steve’s interest in you increases a couple of notches. “Oh,” Steve says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out weak. “What year are you?” 

You shrug casually, glancing back at Steve. “I’m only a freshman.” 

Steve nods silently, then opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He wants to ask you endless questions, get to know you more. He feels as if he just won the jackpot, uncovering the deeply hidden treasure of discovering his close friend’s gorgeous older sister. Steve makes a mental note to flick Dustin on the side of his head for not introducing him to his sister sooner. 

After a few seconds, Steve comes up with the idea to ask you out. Maybe you’d be interested in going out on a date or just hanging out casually. It was the summer after all, and you were home for college - you wouldn’t have anything going on anyway. “Would you-“  Steve begins to say but Dustin’s voice rings through the house’s hallways. 

“Steve! Stop flirting with my sister and get up here!” Dustin yells from down the hallway, his tone expressing annoyance. 

Steve smiles sheepishly in your direction, a pink tint creeping across the apples of his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He runs a hand through his wild, brown hair and steps back from the entrance of the kitchen. “Guess I should go.” 

You hum, amused by the boys unwillingness to depart from the kitchen and away from you. You were flattered as Steve made it clear he had an instant crush on you. “I suppose so. Dustin will come in here if you wait any longer.” 

Steve laughs, offering a wave. “I’ll see you around then.” And he slips down the hallway towards Dustin’s room. 

[wisecura]

Pretty

Suguru x fem-reader p.2, p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.3

summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN: thank you for continuing, these are still under edit so please be aware

Warning: Yandere behavior oncoming please continue with caution

And the saga continues

The boys had been buzzing with excitement at the prospect of meeting the Satoru Gojo, bombarding you with questions for weeks—how did his technique work? How strong was he? Was he really the strongest?

You loved your brother, but their admiration seemed to border on idolization, perhaps even surpassing your own.

While it was initially flattering, it quickly became annoying. And finally, you arranged for them to meet. If not just to shut them up.

Yet, when they came face-to-face with Satoru and his upperclassmen friends, their initial excitement dissolved into…intimidation.

Watching their shy, flustered demeanors made you giggle, just a little bit—they stuttered over their words, fidgeting nervously, trying to make a good impression.

It was almost endearing.

However, when you introduced your two new classmates to Satoru, his reaction was anything but impressed.

It didn’t help that you had been endlessly talking about your new "friends." for weeks now. You’d been gushing about how adorable you found them, and how well you all got along—much to Satoru’s growing irritation. He hadn’t meant to come off so protective but he just couldn’t help it.

It didn’t escape Satoru’s notice that the two boys were a little too…comfortable around you.

They didn’t hesitate to touch you during conversations, brushing against you casually, their tone toward you too familiar for his liking.

And the more he watched, the more his irritation grew. One of them casually draped an arm over your shoulder, another brought you your favorite snacks (for the three of you)—each little gesture, a silent declaration of how at much they liked you.

It was all too much, and Satoru couldn’t help but roll his eyes at their “obvious” flirty moves. His cute little sister was too sweet to shove off their advances—no doubt mistaking it as nothing more than friendly. The closeness, the comfort—all of it—he couldn’t stand.

What did you see in them? They weren’t particularly strong—actually, they were pretty fucking weak, in his opinion.

Satoru hadn’t realized it before, but now he understood just how much you’d changed. You weren’t the small, helpless child who used to follow him around the estate looking for midnight snacks.

Or the baby who clung to him late at night after having yet another nightmare, proclaiming that only being with Satoru would make you feel better.

You’d, unfortunately, filled out a little too much in his opinion. Grown into your squishy cheeks in a way that made him uneasy. You’d started showing more skin, wearing shorter skirts—tighter outfits (In reality, you were simply wearing the standard school uniform for that time of year, which was hardly revealing at all—)—Becoming a little too friendly, and that…that bothered him.

The fact that you had the two boys constantly at your side, eyes locked on your every movement—seemed to eat away at him, itching at his conscience in ways he couldn’t ignore.

Those boys were absolutely not worth your time. Satoru was convinced you were far too good for some high school kids who still picked their noses when they thought no one was watching.

Nasty boys who snuck peeks in the girls' changing rooms or even stole your underwear when you invited them over—Okay, maybe that was pushing it a bit far, but that’s all to say: Satoru didn’t like the type of attention you were attracting.

He was certain you were leagues ahead of them in every aspect. They could never protect his sweet little sister the way he thought necessary. They’d never measure up to the high standards he held for you in his eyes.

He only hoped you would see it too.

So—no. He couldn’t help but grip their shoulders just a bit too tightly. Refusing to let go even after they winced.

And—no. He couldn’t control the icy look in his eyes, the sharp, cold furrow he gave any boy who dared get within a few inches of you.

And he had no intention of stopping his "antics" of placing himself between you and your classmates—jokingly—any time soon.

Nor could he stop the "teasing" that bordered on outright bullying. Why the hell were you always surrounded by boys, anyway?

Did this school even bother recruiting female sorcerers anymore?

And you know what?

He felt a such a sense of relief when Suguru seemed to pick up on their overly familiar behavior, too. Made him feel a little less crazy when he too noticed their blatant offenses.

But Suguru.

Fucking Suguru.

He did nothing to ease his best friend's growing paranoia. In fact, he seemed to feed off it, taking every opportunity to stoke the flames of Satoru’s irritation.

It wasn’t entirely deliberate—it was just…impulsive.

A reflex.

He felt protective of you too, though not in the same obvious way Satoru did. Maybe it was a shared bond, a need to keep you safe from anyone who got too close.

But Suguru couldn’t deny the unease that twisted in his gut whenever those boys so much as spoke to you.

And not to mention the way they looked at you, the way they touched you…it made him…restless.

These nasty feelings formed an itch, urging him to push Satoru into action. It became a daily occurrence, provoking him like this. Hoping to achieve his one goal.

To make Satoru do something drastic.

So he’d lean in, just close enough for his breath to brush against his ear, low and soft—quiet enough for only Satoru to hear, but loud enough to burn. Whispering just the right things to set him off.

“I’m positive he’s flirting with her. Did you see how he brought her favorite snack today? Cute little gesture, don’t you think?” Suguru’s words were practically dripping with mock sweetness. She doesn’t need his fucking snacks.

“Why’s that kid sitting so close to your little sister, huh, Satoru? Is he that desperate?” Suguru’s voice was almost playful now, laced with the right amount of indifference to feign nonchalance. Why the hell was that shrimp blushing so much?

“Why’s she grabbing his arm like that, huh? Seems a little too…close, don’t you think?” Suguru teased, letting the words linger, his eyes glinting in that usual teasing way. Why touch filth like that?

“I think I just saw him peek up her skirt, Satoru. What do you think about that?” The words weaponized and angled. He’d better keep his fucking eyes to himself.

And a final blow.

“Who do you think she’d marry out of those two losers, Satoru?” Suguru leaned in, his voice so low it was almost conspiratorial. Satoru only saw red. Red.

It wasn’t hard to rile him up. Not when it came to you.

And Suguru wasn’t stupid.

He knew exactly who could stop those two parasites from staring at you with such longing. Who could make an impact—without you getting too upset. Without shutting him out completely. It didn’t take much to figure it out—the damn near possessive, overprotective streak that ran deep in Satoru. One that you tolerated well.

You were just so unbearably sweet.

And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the idea of you with those two boys tore him apart, twisting his gut into something ugly. He hated it. He hated the way they were always lurking around you, always so close. Closer than he could ever get.

Suguru would watch these minuscule, fleeting interactions you had with them—those light touches, those knowing glances. As to put it plain and simple, he couldn’t fucking stand it.

So, as usual, Suguru did what he did best—he prodded, poked, and nudged Satoru in the right direction. Subtle. Calculated. Sneaky as hell. All of it was done carefully, out of your earshot.

After all, Satoru was protective in his own way—overprotective, really to a fault—and Suguru had a feeling he’d agree easily, knowing it needed to be handled somewhat discreetly. You were just too innocent to call those boys out yourself. You’d never do it, no matter how obnoxious they got. You were too good-hearted for that.

And you hadn’t noticed. At least that’s what they thought. But of course you had. One of the boys confided in you about how terrifying your big brother and his best friend were.

How they glared at them both with pure vitriol, though neither couldn’t figure out why. How they’d found some of their school stuff mysteriously torn to shreds—books, assignments—how everything they left in the hall would vanish, only to sometimes reappear ruined, as if someone was sending a clear, hostile message.

And, of course, how they wanted absolutely nothing to do with you, your brother, or the rest of his friends.

This confession only came after you cornered questioned them, demanding requesting to know why they’d been so distant. Why, after everything, they had suddenly gone cold.

You’d watched them for days, racking your brain to figure out if it was something you’d done—if you’d somehow messed up—but nothing made sense. Sure you weren’t the most social, but you didn’t think you were that bad.

And, funny enough, you didn’t take this news well.

Satoru was genuinely shocked when you came storming to his dorm room, looking like you were ready to knock the damn door off its hinges. He had no clue what was coming, but he knew it couldn’t be good.

“Satoru, open up!” you hollered, your voice sharp with frustration and something deeper than anger, maybe even hurt. You were fuming, practically vibrating with a storm of emotions. Frustrated with your loss of friends, the betrayal, the fact that your brother was always so…so—

Satoru didn’t even have time to process before the door swung open, and you stormed past him like a whirlwind. The door smacked right into his face, and he instinctively stumbled back, rubbing his nose as he tried to regain his balance.

“What’s wrong now?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and mild irritation, though his tone softened the moment he saw your eyes.

You didn’t hesitate. “What did you and Geto say to my friends? They’re barely talking to me anymore!”

Suguru, sitting across the hall in his room, perked up at the sound of your voice. Not able to help pick up the conversation.

“Not much,” Satoru mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He shifted his weight awkwardly, glancing away. “Just told them to stop making those big, dumb heart eyes at you… and maybe to keep their hands to themselves. That’s all.”

He almost whispered the last part, his confidence faltering for just a moment as he realized just how mad you really were. Satoru wasn’t great at lying to you—he never had been, no matter how hard he tried. He’ll just leave a few bits out.

You scoffed, your cheeks flushing a furious shade of pink, not from embarrassment but from sheer indignation.

“They are my friends!” Your voice dropped to a dangerously low level, forcing Suguru to press his ear to the door to catch what you said next. He’d never heard you so upset.

“And just because my focus isn’t on you all the time doesn’t mean you can take it out on them.”

Your words were sharp, each one cutting deeper than the last. Satoru flinched—actually flinched—at your tone. You’d never been this upset with him before, and it threw him off completely. You two had always been close, so this sudden, biting anger felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

Satoru wasn’t weak—far from it. But if he had one weakness, it was you.

He swore he could hear the crack in Satoru’s voice.

“I… I’m sorry, imouto,” Satoru stammered, his voice softer now, unsure. He almost sounded small, an unusual vulnerability creeping into his tone. “I didn’t think it would upset you like this.”

Suguru’s leaned closer. Was that hesitation he heard? Maybe even guilt? Satoru Gojo wasn’t one to crumble, yet here he was, faltering under the weight of your anger. Your dynamic was just so…interesting. You practically had him eating from the palm of your hand.

“I just didn’t like the way they were getting so close to you,” Satoru admitted, glancing at you like he was bracing himself for the backlash. His voice dipped, barely above a whisper. “Do you really have to hang around them so often?”

For a moment, silence filled the room, heavy and unrelenting. Suguru, still eavesdropping the room over, had to strain to hear your response, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He could practically feel the shift between you and Satoru, and oh, if it wasn’t keeping him on edge.

Suguru thought he heard you let out a sigh.

“Toru, c’mere,” you said, the soft command in your voice.

Suguru could picture it clearly—the way Satoru must have hesitated for half a second before stepping closer, his usual confidence giving way to something more careful, more tentative. He could almost see the two of you in a loose, familiar embrace, the tension between you softening just enough to make room for understanding.

Maybe it was jealousy creeping in, though Suguru quickly shoved it aside. It was ridiculous to feel that way, wasn’t it? This was between you and Satoru. Nothing more. Nothing less. He wasn’t here to be jealous, after all. He was here to observe—just an outsider, listening in on the sibling bonding he had no place interrupting.

“They’re going to be my classmates for the next several years,” you explained with a heavy sigh, your voice carrying a softer tone. As though you were comforting a child. “I need to get along with them. Besides, I’m not interested in someone weaker than me and uglier than you.”

At that, Satoru let out a soft, genuine laugh. “Yeah, well, how will we ever find you a husband like that? Can’t you just stay with me forever, imouto? I’ll make sure no one hurts you, and I’ll buy you anything you want.”

His teasing tone was back, playful as ever, yet soft. So soft and Suguru could hear something deeper in it—something protective, maybe even a little desperate. It wasn’t loud, but it was there, tucked beneath the layers of humor and charm that Satoru wore so well.

The comment made you laugh, light and airy, but Suguru caught the tension that still lingered just beneath it. Your laugh had always been warm, but this one didn’t quite sit right. And somehow, that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He could tell Satoru’s comment dug at you a little. But his mind kept a shifting back to your previous words.

Weaker than her and uglier than Satoru?

Was that really all it took? If anything, Suguru fit that description perfectly. He shoved that thought down quickly. He’d deal with it later. He reminded himself to pull Satoru aside to tell him to stop spoiling you so damn much.

But before he could spiral too far into his own thoughts, your voice broke through again, quieter this time, but with a weight that made Suguru pause.

“Satoru, I can’t stay with you forever, you know that.”

“Yeah, well,” Satoru shot back, “I’ll sure as hell make sure you don’t have all these trashy men crawling after you.”

That made you laugh again—though this one sounded more genuine.

“You’re really somethin else.”

Suguru leaned back against the wall, sighing as he rubbed a hand over his forehead. What was he even doing?

This wasn’t like him. Not at all.

And yet, he couldn’t stop listening.

p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.3

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Now and Then

✎ Bang Chan x (afab) Reader

✎ 9k

✎ Second-Chance AU: Emotional, Friends to Strangers to Lovers

Synopsis: When Bang Chan reunites with Y/N—a former tutor turned idol—on Knowing Brothers, he’s flooded with memories of their bond and the mysterious way she disappeared. As they reconnect, unresolved feelings and buried truths resurface. Can they turn their bittersweet past into a hopeful future?

This is my first time writing fanfic ever, so please bear with me if there's a gramatical error or wrong spellings, english is not my first language, enjoyy staysss!! This is for entertainer purpose only! — Bae

The classroom-like set of Knowing Brothers buzzed with excitement as Stray Kids walked in. They were met with cheers and playful teasing from the regular cast. Joining them on the show was Aether, the rookie girl group taking the industry by storm.

Among the members, Y/N stood out—not just for her beauty but for the effortless charisma she carried. The slim fit body, half-Italian, with striking features and subtle tattoos peeking from her sleeves. She exuded confidence, her bright smile captivating the room.

Bang Chan, seated among his members, barely glanced at her. His focus was on keeping his group's energy high for the show.

The Profile Reading

When it was Y/N’s turn to share her profile, the room grew quieter. She walked up to the front, glancing briefly at Chan, who was oblivious.

"I'm Y/N from Aether," she began, her voice steady. "I was born in Italy but moved to Australia when I was young. Oh, and fun fact—I actually went to the same junior high school as Bang Chan." The revelation sparked gasps, laughter, and curious glances. Bang Chan's head snapped up, his brows furrowing.

"No way," he muttered, leaning forward in disbelief.

"Yeah, we were classmates. In fact…" Y/N's smile softened, her gaze meeting his, "I used to tutor him."

The room erupted in surprised exclamations. Chan's confusion deepened, his eyes scanning her face. Chan’s mind raced as Y/N stood before him, her confident presence clashing with the sweet, nerdy girl he vaguely remembered. It couldn’t be her… could it? Then, like a dam breaking, memories came flooding back.

The sound of a loud slap on the table brought Chan out of his trance. The cast of Knowing Brothers was still laughing and teasing him about not recognizing Y/N.

“Are you okay?” Lee Soo Geun asked, smirking. “You’ve gone all quiet.”

“I—uh—yeah,” Chan stammered, his ears burning. He glanced at Y/N, who watched him with a knowing smile, the rest of the cast teased Chan mercilessly, some calling him out for not recognizing her while others joked about how he must’ve been too focused on her lessons to notice anything else.

As the shoot wrapped up, Chan couldn’t hold back anymore. He found Y/N alone in the dressing room, the memories from their past swirling in his mind.

He found her alone in the dressing room, taking off her earing. She looked up as he entered, her expression softening.

“Hey,” she said casually.

Chan stepped inside, his eyes scanning her face again. “I still can’t believe it,” he admitted with his light chuckle. “You’re that Y/N. The girl who used to tutor me… I mean, you’re so different now.”

She laughed lightly. “People change, Chan.”

He hesitated, then sat down across from her. “Why didn’t you tell me? Back then, I mean. After the exams, you just disappeared. I… I wanted to thank you.”

Her smile faltered. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. A lot happened.”

“Like what?”

She sighed, the folded memories start to swirl around her head.

Flashback

The scent of freshly sharpened pencils mixed with the faint chlorine on Chan’s skin as he collapsed into the chair opposite Y/N. His hair was damp from swim practice, sticking messily to his forehead.

“You look exhausted,” Y/N said softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She adjusted her notebook and spread out the physics worksheets between them.

“I’m fine,” he replied, though his eyelids betrayed him by drooping. “Let’s just get started.”

Y/N frowned, her delicate features creasing with concern. “Chan, you just came from practice. Why don’t you rest for a little while? You can’t focus like this.”

Chan shook his head stubbornly. “No, it’s fine. I need to pass this exam, Y/N.”

She sighed but didn’t argue further. Instead, she gently pulled his notebook from his hands and closed it. “Okay, how about this? Rest for twenty minutes, and I’ll wake you up. You can’t study properly if your brain’s running on fumes.” Chan blinked, startled by her tone. It wasn’t demanding, but it carried a kind of care that made him pause.

“I mean it,” she added, her lips curving into a small smile. “Close your eyes, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Something about her smile—so sweet and genuine—made him comply without argument. He slumped forward, resting his head on his crossed arms. His heart was oddly calm, the stress of school and sports momentarily melting away as Y/N’s presence anchored him.

When he woke up, it was to the sound of a pencil scratching on paper. Y/N was working on the worksheet he had abandoned, her head slightly tilted as she muttered formulas under her breath.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice groggy.

She looked up, startled, and then smiled. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah… thanks,” he said, sitting up straighter. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I didn’t mind,” she replied, handing him the worksheet. “Now, let’s go over this together.”

He stared at her for a moment, feeling something unfamiliar stir in his chest. She wasn’t just smart—she was kind, patient, and always seemed to know exactly what he needed. He didn’t realize it then, but it was in that moment that she began to mean more to him than just a tutor.

The next day

The hallways were quiet as Y/N grabbed her books from her locker after school. Most students had already left for the day, but she had stayed behind to finish some last-minute tutoring preparations.

She was startled when three girls appeared, their presence suffocating as they leaned against the lockers.

“You’re Y/N, right?” one of them sneered, her arms crossed. “The nerd who tutors Bang Chan?”

Y/N swallowed, gripping her books tighter. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

The leader of the group stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Let me make this simple. Stay away from him.”

Y/N blinked, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just helping him with school—”

“Do you think we’re stupid?” the girl snapped, cutting her off. “Everyone’s noticed how close you two are. But here’s the thing—Chan doesn’t belong to you. He’s way out of your league, so stop pretending like you matter to him.”

The words stung more than Y/N wanted to admit. She tried to protest, but the girls didn’t give her a chance.

“If we catch you hanging around him again, we’ll make sure you regret it.”

Y/N stood frozen as the girls walked away, their laughter echoing in the empty hallway. Her hands trembled, and for the first time, she felt the weight of being too close to Bang Chan.

That evening, as she sat across from him during their tutoring session, she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Y/N? You okay?” he asked, noticing her uncharacteristic quietness.

“I’m fine,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Let’s just focus on your notes.”

From then on, she began pulling away—shortening their sessions, avoiding him in the hallways, and making excuses when he tried to talk to her outside of tutoring. It create a visible distant between the two of them.

Present Day

Chan leaned forward, his voice softer. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to burden you. You were already dealing with so much—swimming tournaments, school, being the most popular guy around.” She smiled faintly. “I didn’t think you’d even notice I was gone.”

“I did,” he said, his voice firm. “I did notice. I even went to your house. Your neighbor told me you’d moved. I…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a gift for you, you know. To thank you for helping me pass those subjects.”

Her eyes widened. “You did?”

“Yeah. It’s still in my room somewhere.” He chuckled softly, then looked at her with a seriousness that caught her off guard. “You have no idea how much you helped me back then. I don’t think I ever told you, but you made me feel… cared for. Like I wasn’t just some guy everyone expected to be perfect all the time.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, emotions threatening to spill over. “I cared about you, Chan. That’s why I tutored you in the first place. You were always so determined, even when you were exhausted from practice. I admired that about you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words settling between them.

“So… how’d you end up here?” Chan asked finally, gesturing to her idol attire.

She smiled. “After my nana passed, I started working to help my mom. I sang on a cruise ship for a while, and that’s where a talent scout found me. One thing led to another, and here I am.”

Chan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, you’ve come a long way, Y/N.”

“So have you,” she replied, her eyes softening.

There was a beat of silence before Chan spoke again, his voice quieter. “I missed you, you know. I didn’t realize it then, but… I really liked you.”

Her breath hitched, her cheeks warming. “I liked you too,” she admitted. “But it felt impossible back then.”

“Is it impossible now?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

Y/N smiled, her gaze meeting his. “I don’t know. But maybe we can find out.”

Chan grinned, his dimples showing. “I’d like that.”

And for the first time in years, they both felt a little less lost.

[hwa-stars]

Fighting over Seonghwa

Pairing: idol boyfriend Park Seonghwa x fem named reader x BFF Kim Hongjoong

Genre: fluff, jealousy, fighting (not physically)

Summary: You and your boyfriend have always had a great relationship. But there's always someone who didn't like it.

Word count: 2.3k

Hongjoong had always been protective of Seonghwa. After all, they had been through thick and thin together, starting from their trainee days at KQ Entertainment.

When Seonghwa joined, Hongjoong was the first to welcome him, the first to show him around, and the first to believe in him. Their bond was more than just friendship; they were brothers.

So, when Minseo entered Seonghwa's life two years ago and captured his heart, Hongjoong had mixed feelings. It wasn't that he didn't want Seonghwa to be happy—he did, more than anything—but he couldn't shake the feeling that Minseo was intruding on something sacred.

“Seonghwa, are you sure about this?” Hongjoong asked one day as they sat in the practice room, wiping the sweat from their brows after a long day of rehearsals.

Seonghwa looked at him, confused. “Sure about what?”

“About Minseo.” Hongjoong’s voice was casual, but his eyes were intense. “I just... I don’t know, man. I’ve known you for almost ten years, and she’s only been around for what? Two?”

Seonghwa sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Yes, Hongjoong. I’m sure. I love her.”

Hongjoong looked away, jaw clenched. “I just don’t get why you need her around all the time. We were fine before she showed up.”

“You’re acting like I’m abandoning you,” Seonghwa said softly, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You’re still my best friend. That won’t change just because I’m dating someone.”

“Yeah, well, it feels like it’s changing,” Hongjoong muttered.

☆☆☆☆☆

Minseo could sense the tension every time she was around Hongjoong. He wasn’t rude, exactly, but he wasn’t friendly either. He always made snide comments or found ways to criticize whatever she did. At first, she tried to ignore it, thinking he would warm up to her eventually. But two years later, it felt like things were only getting worse.

“Why does he hate me so much?” She asked Seonghwa one evening as they cuddled on his couch.

“He doesn’t hate you." Seonghwa reassured her, though he wasn’t sure he believed it himself. “He’s just... he’s protective.”

“Of you.” Minseo finished, her voice tinged with frustration. “I get that you two are close, but it’s like he thinks I’m taking you away from him.”

Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I’m trying to talk to him about it, but it’s not easy.”

“Maybe I should talk to him.” Minseo suggested and he shook his head quickly.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. He might just get defensive.” Minseo frowned but nodded.

“Okay, but something has to change, Hwa. I love you, but I can’t keep feeling like I’m in a competition with your best friend.”

☆☆☆☆☆

The tension between Minseo and Hongjoong reached a boiling point a few weeks later.

Minseo had come over to the ATEEZ dorm to surprise Seonghwa with a date night. She knocked and Hongjoong answered the door.

“Oh, it’s you.” He said flatly and she rolled her eyes.

“Nice to see you too, Hongjoong.”

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to see Seonghwa." She replied, holding up a bag of takeout. “We have plans.”

Hongjoong scoffed. “Well, he’s busy tonight, we’re working on some new music.”

Minseo’s eyes narrowed. “He didn’t mentioned about that.”

“Maybe because he doesn’t tell you everything." Hongjoong shot back.

“What is your problem with me, Hongjoong?"

“My problem is that you’re always around and demanding his time and attention,” Hongjoong snapped. “We used to be able to hang out whenever we wanted, but now everything changed.”

Minseo took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I’m not trying to take him away from you, and I don't demand his time I'm a student and I have a lot of things to do as you guys too!" She added.

Hongjoong’s face flushed with anger. “I’ve been there for him through everything, and I’m not going to let you come in and ruin that.”

“Ruin what? Our relationship?” Minseo’s voice was sharp now. “You need to get over yourself, he’s my boyfriend, not yours. Are you in love with him or why did you hate me so much?" She accused him.

“Can't you just leave now?” Hongjoong said coldly. “He’s not going out tonight.”

“And who made you his boss?”

“Well, news for you, I’m the leader of the group and Seongwha's best friend." He smirked crossimg his arms knowing he won this fight.

Before Minseo could respond, Seonghwa appeared in the hallway, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Both Hongjoong and Minseo turned to him, startled.

“She was just leaving." Hongjoong said quickly.

“No, I wasn’t.” Minseo shot back. “I came here to have dinner with you, but your ‘best friend’ here says you’re busy.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

Seonghwa looked between them, exasperated. “Enough. Both of you. Love I’m sorry, but I can’t go out with you tonight. We really do have some work to do. But I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Minseo nodded reluctantly. “It's okay. But we’re talking about this later.”

She turned to leave, but not before throwing one last glare in Hongjoong’s direction.

Once she was gone, Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong.

“What the hell, Joong? You didn’t have to be so harsh.”

“I’m just looking out for you.” Hongjoong mumbled, crossing his arms.

“I don’t need you to look out for me like that." Seonghwa said, his voice firm. “Minseo’s my girlfriend. You need to respect that.”

“I just... I don’t want to lose you, Hwa,” Hongjoong admitted, his voice breaking slightly.

Seonghwa’s expression softened. “You’re not going to lose me. But you have to stop this. I want you and Minseo to get along because you’re both important to me.”

“I’ll try.” Hongjoong muttered, though he didn’t sound very convincing.

☆☆☆☆☆

The turning point came a few days later. Minseo had decided to try and extend an olive branch. She showed up at the dorm again, but this time, instead of asking for Seonghwa, she asked to speak to Hongjoong.

“Can we talk?” She asked, her tone surprisingly calm.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow but nodded, gesturing for her to come inside. They sat down in the living room, an awkward silence settling between them.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Minseo began. “I don’t want to fight with you, Hongjoong. I really don’t. But I feel like I have to defend my relationship with Seonghwa every time I’m around you.”

Hongjoong looked down at his hands, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that.”

“Yes, you have." Minseo said bluntly. “But I get it. You and Seonghwa have been through a lot together. You’re close. I’m not trying to change that.” Hongjoong nodded slowly.

“I know you’re not. It’s just... hard, you know? I’ve always been the most important person in his life. And now you are.” Minseo shook her head.

“We’re important in different ways. You’re his best friend. I could never replace that. And I don’t want to.”

Hongjoong looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time. She seemed sincere, and he realized how much he’d been projecting his own insecurities onto her.

“I want to get along, for Seonghwa’s sake." Minseo continued. “But also for ours. We both love him, and I think that’s something we can bond over.”

Hongjoong sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re right. I’ve been a jerk, and I’m sorry.”

Minseo smiled back. “Apology accepted. Now, how about we go get something to eat? My treat.”

“Actually,” Hongjoong said, standing up, “I’ll pay. Consider it a peace offering.”

Minseo laughed. “Deal.”

☆☆☆☆☆

Their dinner was surprisingly pleasant. They talked about Seonghwa, of course, but also about themselves, their lives, their interests. By the end of the night, it was hard to remember why they had disliked each other so much in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, things changed. Minseo and Hongjoong started spending more time together, hanging out even when Seonghwa wasn’t around. They found they had more in common than they’d thought, and soon they were laughing and joking like old friends.

Seonghwa noticed the change almost immediately. One night, he found them in the living room of the dorm, watching a movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” he asked, feeling a look of suspicion as he stood in the doorway.

Minseo turned around with a bright smile. “We’re bonding over our mutual love for this terrible horror movie. You’re welcome to join us.”

Hongjoong grinned, his eyes not leaving the screen. “Yeah, but fair warning, I’ve already claimed most of the popcorn.”

Seonghwa’s heart swelled with happiness. He had dreamt of this moment—his two favorite people in the world finally getting along. He sauntered over and squeezed himself between them on the couch, making both of them laugh.

“This is perfect." he said, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders. “I’ve waited so long for you two to get along.”

“Yeah, well, we realized fighting over you was kind of a waste of time." Hongjoong said, mock-rolling his eyes. “You’re not that great.”

Minseo snickered. “Yeah, you’re not worth the drama, babe.”

Seonghwa gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me, I am worth all the drama, thank you very much.”

They all burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with warmth. For the first time in months, Seonghwa felt a sense of peace settle over him. Things were finally as they should be.

☆☆☆☆☆

A few weeks later, Hongjoong and Minseo’s newfound friendship continued to blossom. They started hanging out without Seonghwa, grabbing coffee or going to art exhibits together. Seonghwa watched this transformation with a mix of amazement and gratitude.

One evening, as they were all lounging around in the dorm’s living room after a late practice, Seonghwa decided to bring it up.

“You know.” He began, looking between Hongjoong and Minseo. “I’m really happy that you two have become friends. It means a lot to me.”

Minseo smiled at him, her eyes warm. “We both realized how much we care about you, and it just didn’t make sense to be enemies anymore.” Hongjoong nodded.

“She’s right. Plus, Minseo’s not so bad once you get to know her.” He winked at Minseo, who playfully punched his arm.

“Hey, I’m amazing.” Minseo teased. “It’s you who’s lucky to have me as a friend.”

Seonghwa laughed, feeling an overwhelming sense of love for both of them. “I’m just glad I don’t have to play mediator anymore. You two fighting was driving me crazy.”

“Sorry about that." Hongjoong said, genuinely apologetic. “I was being selfish.”

“And I was being stubborn,” Minseo added. “But we’ve moved past it.”

Seonghwa leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. “You know, I really am the luckiest guy in the world.”

Hongjoong and Minseo exchanged a look, and then, without warning, they both tackled Seonghwa in a playful hug, nearly knocking him off the couch.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Seonghwa laughed, trying to squirm out of their grasp. “I love you guys too!”

They eventually let him go, all three of them laughing and out of breath. It was in moments like these that Seonghwa felt truly grateful. He had his best friend and his girlfriend, and now they were friends too. And life couldn’t get any better.

☆☆☆☆☆

Over time, Minseo and Hongjoong’s bond grew even stronger. They discovered shared hobbies, like painting and photography, and started collaborating on small projects.

Hongjoong would often call her up to brainstorm ideas for new music videos, appreciating her fresh perspective.

One day, while they were sitting in a cozy café, sketching out concepts for an upcoming ATEEZ video, Minseo glanced at Hongjoong with a thoughtful expression.

“You know, I never thought we’d get here." She said, her voice soft.

“Get where?” Hongjoong asked, looking up from his notebook.

“Here.” Minseo gestured between them. “Being friends. I was so convinced you’d never like me.”

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I was stubborn. I didn’t want to admit that you could be good for Seonghwa—and for me, too. I was afraid of losing him.”

Minseo nodded, understanding. “I get it. I never wanted to come between you two. I just wanted to be part of his life, and by extension, part of yours.”

Hongjoong smiled. “Well, you’ve managed that and more. Now I can’t imagine life without you being around.”

Minseo’s eyes shone with happiness. “Thank you, Hongjoong. That means a lot.”

He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Minseo, for being patient with me.”

They shared a warm smile before diving back into their work, the air between them lighter and more comfortable than it had ever been.

☆☆☆☆☆

By the time Seonghwa’s birthday rolled around, Minseo and Hongjoong were practically inseparable. They planned a surprise party together, coordinating every detail to perfection. On the night of the party, as Seonghwa walked into the decorated dorm, he was met with cheers and laughter from his friends and fellow members.

“Happy birthday, my love!” Minseo exclaimed, rushing over to hug him.

Hongjoong followed, clapping Seonghwa on the back. “Surprise, buddy. Hope you’re ready for the best night ever.”

Seonghwa looked around, taking in the decorations, the food, and the smiling faces of his friends. He felt a lump form in his throat as he turned to Hongjoong and Minseo, who were standing side by side, beaming at him.

“This is amazing.” He said, his voice choked with emotion. “You guys did all this?”

“Of course.” Minseo said, her eyes shining. “You deserve the best, Hwa.”

Hongjoong nodded. “We wanted to show you how much you mean to us.”

Seonghwa couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled them both into a tight embrace, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

“I love you guys.” he murmured. “Thank you. For everything.”

They hugged him back just as tightly, and in that moment, Seonghwa knew he truly was the luckiest man alive. Not because of the party or the decorations, but because he had the two most incredible people by his side, supporting him and loving him unconditionally.

[cosmicfandomvegan]

I genuinely don't understand people who say "Itachi couldn't even get Sasuke back from the dark unlike how Naruto did." ARE WE CONSUMING THE SAME STORY?

It's so clear that Itachi is the main reason Sasuke went back to protecting the Leaf, and Sasuke himself explicitly states it. He is consistently saying he wouldn't let Itachi's sacrifice be in vain. Itachi's. Not Naruto's. If not for Itachi's love first paving the way, Naruto wouldn't have reached him in the end.

The moment reanimated!Itachi said those parting words, Sasuke was lost (saved, thrust back) to the light. It's why everyone was so shook when he joined the fight, proclaiming his dream of becoming Hokage. Because they knew it wasn't due to anything they'd said or done, and they would be correct. It was 100% ITACHI. Sasuke had never wanted that title before. Only now, after pursuing Itachi's dream of protecting the Leaf, does he covet that title.

Sasuke's entire life still revolves around Itachi, even after Itachi's death. His whole life he's idolized Itachi, even calling reanimated!Itachi "perfect" to his face.

After the massacre, that love turned to "hate" because that was the only way he could process the pain of someone whom he loved so dearly committing such atrocities. Sasuke is bad at dealing with feelings, so instead of saying he's 'hurt' or 'let down' or 'sad', he would prefer to focus on the rage. Originally after the massacre, he claimed to be seeking vengeance for his clan and parents, but at its core, it was all due to his hurt feelings over Itachi abandoning him for good this time, for cutting ties so violently and for seemingly no good reason at all. So that became his life purpose.

After finding out the truth, his obsession with Itachi never fades, it actually increases. He then became committed to destroying the Leaf in vengeance because he can once again accept the feelings of love that he'd always had for Itachi, and always would. Even then, Sasuke doesn't state that he's doing it out of love. He keeps reiterating his 'hatred.' Hilariously, Tobi has to state it (for the audience). Directly after going on a tirade about how hate compels him to destroy the village, Tobi clarifies, "When a man learns to feel love, he must also bear the risk of feeling hate."

They reconnect while taking down Kabuto, and Sasuske is flooded with old, tender memories. Despite telling Itachi that it doesn't matter what he says, he won't be able to stop him from avenging him, after Itachi tells him in the manga, "No matter what you decide to do from now on, I will love you forever," Sasuke... stops. BECAUSE HE LOVES HIM.

In the original Japanese dub, Itachi says "aishteru" which is considered to be the most powerful and upmost declaration of love you can make in Japanese. It’s not used casually because of how deep and serious it is—it carries a lot of emotional weight and often implies a sense of permanence or commitment. In fact, many married couples may never use it because it's seen as something reserved for very deep, committed moments, and there's a cultural understanding that love is often shown through actions rather than words.

Afterward, he interviews the Hokages to find out the truth, and when the 3rd confirms that Itachi did indeed sacrifice all this for him, that's when Sasuke can truly trust in his brother's words.

THAT'S why Sasuke turned back to fighting for the Leaf, not anything Naruto could have done or said would have changed him so rapidly.

He loves his older brother far more than ANYONE! If he had to in order to save Itachi, he would strike Sakura and Naruto down in an instant like how he was doing in his quest for revenge (done both times out of his love/obsession with Itachi). Just as Itachi did for him.

As much as Sasuke loves Itachi, Itachi's love for him is far greater, IMO. Their love for each other, though not romantic, is epic as fuck and the greatest love of the Naruto story.

[kittykat-25]

Not Alone: An S.Coups story

Chapter 2

Pairing: Seungcheol x F. Reader

Genre: strangers x friends x lovers, Hurt x Comfort, found family, seventeen being the best friends and brothers.

Synopsis: After begging the famous K-pop sensation S.Coups for help in the Seoul street market your life completely flips upside down, bringing you true friendship and a chance at true love.

A/N:This story is purely fiction. It talks about harsh things such as domestic violence, suicide and anxiety. This in no way represents the artist or their families. It is all made up🫶🏻

Chapter 3

*one month later*

You walked through the shopping district feeling lighter than you had in years, though a new type of stress was gnawing at you. Trying to find clothes for a job interview, because in your fleeing you left all your nice clothes at your now exes and you didn’t have enough of an attachment to them to risk going near that apartment. As you turn into a shop you spot Yoon Jeonghan flipping through a rack. What was with you and these idols. Never in all your years have you ran into them. And now it was wherever you went. He looks over to find you frozen to the spot, not sure to speak or just walk by. He gives you a smile, “y/n right? How are you?” You smile back, “I’m good, trying to rush and find an outfit.” You saying skimming through the clothes in front of you. “Looking for something specific?” He asked coming around to your side. “I have a job interview tomorrow and have nothing to wear.” You huffed, pulling out a silky top. “Where at?” He asked casually handing you a beautiful green top. “Lavien, it’s a skincare company, to do marketing research.” You said, voice full of hope. “Where’s the boyfriend of yours?” He asked innocently, remembering the man who dragged you out of the cafe. Your heart sank, and you knew he heard your sharp inhale as his face turned to you. “We broke up.” You stated with a shrug trying to act like your heart wasn’t in your stomach. Jeonghan nodded and quickly changed the topic handing you more clothes and leading you to the dressing rooms.

You and Jeonghan walked out of the store, him paying for your new outfit much to your dismay. “Do you want to grab a coffee?” He asked, gesturing to the small cafe inside the shopping district. “Sure!” You ordered your coffee and a small snack, buying Jeonghans as a thank you. “Can I ask about the boyfriend?” He said, his eyes piercing into yours. You looked down, “y/n, you don’t have to tell me, I just-I saw how he grabbed you and the bruise on your face that day and there’s bruises on the backs of your arms.” He stated quietly. “I got out.” You whispered, more like a self reminder than an answer to the idol, one tear sliding down your cheek. Jeonghan reached towards your hand, the quick movement had you flinching. Jeonghan heart shattered at the sight, before setting his hand on the table in between you, “I am so sorry that you were in that situation.” You chuckled but it was dry and humorless, “I’m out and free and just trying to get ready for my interview tomorrow.” Jeonghan face lit up, “We’re all getting dinner tonight, why don’t you join us? I’m sure the boys won’t mind.” You shook your head, “I couldn’t, wouldn’t want to impose and I can’t imagine that would be good for your idol image.” Jeonghan laughed, “you’ve clearly heard of seventeen, when do we ever care about our idol image?” You debated it, “is it okay with everyone if I join?” You asked cautiously. “I’ll let Scoups-ssi know but it shouldn’t be a problem.” You nod, your face heating at the mention of seventeens leader; Jeonghan typing away on his phone, smirked. “Alright I told them a friend would be joining, Scoups will be happy to see you. He’s gone back to the coffee shop any chance he can get to see you.” He said nonchalantly. “W-why?” You stammered, shock taking over your face. Jeonghan patted your hand, “neither of us were fond of you walking out that door that day. Not with a bruise and not with how he grabbed you. He wanted to make sure you were alright.” You shook your head, “but you barely know me.” You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that these men would care so much over something so little. “You don’t have to know someone well to not want them in danger. Cheol is protective as it is, but seeing you in danger twice in a week shook him.” He said running a hand through his hair, “and you? What’s your reason.” You asked. His face paled, “you remind me a lot of my sister.” was his only explanation.

Chuckling at his phone, Jeonghan shoots back a reply to his members as he walks towards the company car. They were happy to see you again, Scoups and Joshua most of all. He sent a warning reminder that you didn’t like to be touched and to limit sudden movements towards you if possible just as a precaution. Pulling up your contact now in his phone, he sent you the address of the restaurant in case you got separated while following them there. Sitting back in the car he pulls up his text with the 95ers, the hoard of questions from them about your wellbeing. He had noticed healing bruises on your arms, he was sure there were more he couldn’t see but your eyes looked more lively than they had in the coffee shop so that was a relief. He clenched his fist, the anger from that day rising back up as the memories of you flinching as your ex grabbed you. Your face shifting into his little sisters. He let out a deep sigh, looking back and seeing your car behind his. He wouldn’t fail you the way he had his sister.

Pulling up to the restaurant you took a shaky breath as Jeonghan walked towards your car, he opened the door “I’m sorry in advance for any and all questions you’re going to get.” He opened the door and followed you inside gesturing to a private room, where loud voices were streaming out. Chaotic laughter greeted him as Jeonghan opened the door, Scoups stood up and everyone fell silent. The three men who were at the coffee shop gave little waves of acknowledgment as their leader made his way to you. You froze on the spot, eyes scanning the room, turning on a heel you walked back out the door. Jeonghan and Scoups shared a puzzled look then were close behind you. Leaning on the wall across from the door you took a few deep breaths, not meeting the two men’s eyes. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want too.” Jeonghan said quietly.”I didn’t mean to push if you aren’t ready.” “No it’s not that, it’s just overwhelming to walk into a room full of seventeen members.” You mumbled. Scoups laugh eased some tension, “a fan?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as he waiting for your answer. Jeonghan smirk grew as you blushed, “I mean I’ve heard your music and have seen enough Going to recognize you.” You ran a hand through your hair, pushing off the wall. “If you get uncomfortable or want to leave at any point please tell me.” Scoups said gently as he opened the door, you nodded before walking back in the room.

The two men lead you to a chair in the center of the table, Scoups and Jeonghan on each side of you. The memebers glanced at him all smiles and he refrained from groaning. They were not helping this situation. “This is y/n, y/n these are my brothers. But I’m sure you know their names.” You glared at the leader and he winked before turning his attention back to the other members who had turned their grins at you. They went around the table and introduced themselves more for formalities before it got back to you. “Scoups-ssi told us he helped someone and went on for days about you so I’m glad we got to meet the famous y/n.” Dino chimed from the other side of his leader, the grunt of him being smacked making you laugh. Conversation flowed nicely after that, each of them telling you about themselves and giving you a chance to open up. They seemed calmer to you than what you were expecting and quieter. You looked to Scoups who immediately put all his focus on you, “are you alright?” You nodded, “are they? This seems too calm for all I’ve heard about this group.” You responded. He glanced around, “I think they’re trying not to scare you.” He whispered making you laugh. In which drew attention to you and the older mans private conversation. “What happened to your arm?” Hoshi asked, immediately getting a glare from the two men on both sides of you. In talking with Scoups you had turned and all the old bruises along the back of your arms were on display to those on your right. You looked down at the now yellowing bruises, “you don’t have to talk about it.” Joshua said from across you. You sighed and straightened your back before answering. “My ex boyfriend happened.” You stated, the silence after was unsettling, you saw a few pair of eyes shift to Jeonghan, Scoups grip on his fork getting tighter. “Was that because of us at the coffee shop?” Joshua asked, his eyes full of guilt. “He would’ve done it if he hadn’t seen me talking to you. So no it’s not your fault.” You said looking at Scoups whose eyes were a mix of rage and sadness. Jeonghans voice came from the other side, “you know it’s not your fault either right? You didn’t do anything to deserve that.” You nodded, “I know, it took a while for me to realize I needed out. But after that I packed up everything I could and left. I changed my number and got a new phone. I quit my job and disappeared from him.” DK looked like he was about to jump over the table and tackle you with a hug but Joshua spoke, “why quit your job?” You poked a piece of spinach around the plate, “we worked at the same company. I didn’t feel safe there either.” “Where are you staying now?” Someone asked. “My car currently, my friend offered her couch but she just had a baby and I don’t want impose.” You responded not making eye contact with anyone. You looked over at Scoups, he saw the pleas in your eyes. “That’s enough questions, let’s enjoy the meal and give y/n a break.” You mouthed a thank you and excused yourself, heading toward the doors for the bathroom.

The second the door shut behind you all the members turned their attention to the two oldest. “What are we going to do?” DK asked looking between the two for answers. “We have to help her, she can’t live in her car!!” He exclaimed. Joshua put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “she might not want the help.” “I’m with Dokyeom, we have to do something.” Mingyu said looking towards the door, “she’s all alone.” Scoups shook his head, “what do you expect me to do?” He asked, looking towards Jeonghan for support. His best friend’s face was pale, a distant look in his eyes. “What the point of having all that money if you can’t use it to help?” Seungkwan asked. Joshua went to cut in when the door opened back up for you to walk back in, pausing as all the members turned to you. “What?” You said walking towards your seat. “Move in with me.” Scoups said, all the members head snap towards him, yours included. “I’m sorry what?” Scoups pulled his shoulders back and turned to you, “move in with me, well it’s me and my brother but he’s rarely home. We have more space than we know what to do with. You’d have your own room and bathroom. Please.” The last word was no more than a whispered plea. “You have such busy schedules, I don’t want to impose or get you in trouble.” You said quietly, fiddling with the napkin in your hands. “Let us help you, we won’t get in trouble and we have a somewhat calm schedule currently.” Jeonghan countered, the rest of the members agreeing. You looked up at their leader and the hope in his eyes, “I promise I’ll start looking for a place as soon as I find a job.” He broken into a smile that sealed your fate.

Walking towards your car, Jeonghan and Scoups at your heels. “Can I help you?” You asked turning around to face them. “I figured I’d drive you to my house.” Scoups replied. Your body tensed up, “I’m going tonight?” You asked, trying to hide the panic in your voice. “Did you want to keep sleeping in your car?” Jeonghan asked. “I just thought I’d have time to process.” You mumbled. Scoups leaned against the car, giving Jeonghan a look. They seemed to have a whole conversation before Jeonghan said his goodbye and walked towards the company cars. “Y/n do you actually want to come stay with me?” You looked down, not meeting his eyes. “It’s hard to say no when 13 people are staring at you.” You said, voice shaky. “You can tell me no, and I will respect any decision you make.” He countered, you saw his hand reach for you. Stumbling back a step, you squeezed your eyes shut. “If you don’t want to stay with me it’s okay, I completely get it. It’s a lot and I’m sorry I put you under pressure. But let me get you a hotel room so you are somewhere safe.” His voice so gently it almost broke your heart. “I can’t afford to pay you back for that.” You replied, “you said I’d have my own room?” Scoups nodded, “and bathroom attached. The door locks, and we will never come into your room without your permission or you being there.” He finished.

You let out a deep sigh, looking up at this beautiful man, “I just don’t understand why, why are you so hell bent on helping me?” He looked back at you, “I don’t know y/n, but that day in the market you looked so scared and it was awful watching you walk away not knowing if you’d stay safe. And then the coffee shop, you had this detached look like you were breathing but not alive. And it hurt seeing that and the way he grabbed you…” his voice trailed off, watching the tears fall from your eyes. “I just want you to be safe and if that’s at my house or at a hotel it doesn’t matter. As long as you are safe.” You nodded, “to your house then.” You said moving to the passenger side of your car. Scoups smiled as he got in, “kkuma is going to love you.” You laughed, “I’m hoping so.” You rode in silence, taking in the night views before you stopped in front of a nice looking house. You glanced in the back and grabbed the duffle bag of clothes and your pillow. Scoups came around and opened your door, “need anything else?” He asked. You handed him the suit bag of clothes Jeonghan had bought you as you got out. “Nope everything else I’ll go through later. I shoved a lot in here and I’m not sure what all is here.” He nodded and lead you up the path to the front door. “Kkumaaaa, I brought a friend!” He called as he opened the door, a little white fireball came sprinting towards the man bouncing at his feet. You laughed and she turned towards you, crouching down you held your hand out for her to sniff, she ran right past it into your arms. “It’s nice to meet you Kkuma!” You said, your voice shaking as you laughed. Scoups looked down at you and his pup, your face lit up in more joy than he has seen. “Your bedroom is up here” he motioned towards the steps and you fell in line behind him. He stopped in front of a closed door, “my room is across the hall, my brothers is downstairs.” He said as he opened it, the spacious bedroom had a bed and a dresser with a small desk in front of the window. The bathrooms through that door, pointing to another closed door on the other side, the closet is in there as well.

He walked back towards the door and grabbed a small key off the top of the doorframe. “This is the only key that unlocks your bedroom door.” He said handing it to you, “you’re more than welcome to hide it somewhere that only you know. You can keep it on you and lock your door when you leave. Whatever you need to feel comfortable. I’ll get you a house key made tomorrow.” You nodded along, the cold key pressed tightly in your hand. “Thank you Scoups.” You said quietly, feeling an extra load was taken off your shoulders. He smiled and turned towards the door, “you can call me Cheol.” You smiled, as you followed him to the bedroom door, “thank you Cheol, have a good night.” He gave you an over dramatic wink before turning into his own bedroom. Your door shut and he heard the lock click into place. He smiled regardless knowing you were finally somewhere safe.

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!! This chapter is LOONNG but I just love Scoups and Jeonghan🥰

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[scrumptiousstuffs]

i’ve never watched any of p’au works so i don’t know the kind of atmosphere he put in his shows, but since OL is a funny comedy maybe CFC will have a lot of comedy too and i know people will get mad at bcs ppl hate funny things

I was delighted when I found out FirstKhaotung will be working with P’Au. If you have only watched OL, then I implore you to watch the others shows he has directed - this includes the massively successful My School President that pretty much put Gem4th on the map of Thai BL and My School Mix Up (also Gem4th)

Plus, he is the protege of P’Aof and has worked closely with him (being his assistant director) of these projects: Last Twilight, Moonlight Chicken, Bad Buddy, A Tale of 1000 Stars, Still 2gether

And also the screenwriter for classic Thai BL (pre-2020 era): including Theory of Love (OffGun) and Dark Blue Kiss (TayNew and PoddGawin)

Now, I haven’t watched Theory of Love and Dark Blue Kiss, but I’ve watched all the rest. And while I may not vibe with some of them (Last Twilight, I’m looking at you 😅), these shows are still excellent in their own right.

Suffice to say, P’Au track record is pretty good. His flare is slightly different from P’Aof who tends to be more angsty-vibe/melodramatic/lakorn-like while I find P’Au to be softer, more romantic still with some angst/hurt-comfort vibe. And as you can tell with OL, I think he is doing a good job with balancing comedy as well.

As for your last sentence about “people will get mad because they hate funny things” - I’m interpreting it as you alluding to some FK fans (or casual watchers of FK-related things) wanting them to play only in serious, dramatic/angsty roles. I suspect this is partly because their introduction to FK is from The Eclipse, MLC or OF (or even THK), where let’s be honest - their roles are more “heavier��� and serious in nature.

See, this is where I will like people to go watch First/Khaotung earlier roles because the boys have great comedic timing.

First in The Shipper (and as a supporting character in Wake up Ladies) was amazing. Seeing First (in The Shipper) embodying a fangirl while also trying to navigate his (her?) feeling for the best friend and brother - was funny but doozy lol

You can tell he was still honing his skills then but without these roles, we won’t get his subtle but effective comedic take of this scene in the THK (for example):

Similarly, Songpol/Paul in 55:15 Never Too Late. This show remains the most under-rated gem of a show ever. Seeing Khaotung acting like a 55 yrs old man in a 15 yrs old body while simultaneously fangirling over his idol - EPIC (plus his chemistry with Piploy (she plays Jeya) - the idol he worshipped (who with Paul suddenly finding themselves in their 15 yrs old bodies), his now same aged niece as the latter tries to teach him how to be 15 yrs old effectively - 🫡🫡🫡). I still cried buckets for him (by the end of the show) because what is a KT show without tears 😭 but it was worth it.

(Here, have a fun reel of Paul/Jaya being chaotic lol):

And let’s not forget Tonhon Chonlatee - I know people trashed this show a lot. Yes, it’s not the greatest series. But again, Khaotung nailed it with the comedic scenes. And the way he can say all the cringiest lines with an earnest, cute face just made me snort with laughter, ok? This show also has the best queer friendship group ever. Not to mention - Khaotung and Ciize chemistry as besties. It also has people (who did watch it) worshipping Khaotung/Neo as a ghostship.

I guess what I’m trying to say is - I have the upmost faith in FirstKhaotung and P’Au. FK have never failed us and they always shined in whatever they were given (even when it’s just a cameo/side roles - I’m looking at you Zero!! Home School Season 2 when?) and just looked at them with their cameo in OL recently (as Alone/Kaitong).

I’m not sure why people want doom and gloom so much for them (the real world is already terrible as it is). So, give me all the good vibes, fluffy cats and sweetest romance (with a touch of comedy or more 😉) - I, for one, cannot wait for this! (Ads and blatant sponsors of pet food/toys included 🤣)

[hmshermitcraft]

Now, while not the standard "celeberties" in the stereotypical sense, both Mumbo and Pearl are essentially Idols in their fields of work, receiving the same level of attention and treatment as actors and singers.

Pearl, an astrophysicist, known for her groundbreaking discoveries regarding the moon and other celestial bodies, found herself in an odd predicament as she seemed to grow fonder and fonder of this celebrated engineer she had met during a New Year's Eve party held by her brother, Grian. There was just something about those eyes and his suit, the way that he let his intelligence shine through his jokes and comments, and the hints to the chaotic weirdness she just knew laid beneath that thin layer he held up for those who didn't know him well.

Mumbo, a roboticist and engineer, known for his groundbreaking robots that had been used to reach the moon and now some of the furthest solar system bodies, found himself in an odd predicament as he seemed to have fallen hard for the astrophysicist who had used his machines to make such astronomical discoveries. He'd known about her for years now, mostly through Grian, getting stories of the siblings' chaotic hijinks and sometimes, he'd get some news about her work, but now- Now she stood right in front of him, and she was drop dead killer, even in the formal academic attire she was stunning, but in casual clothing- were it not for the soft buzz of the jack he had earlier, he'd be a stuttering mess from how cool she looked.

The introduction went well, and when Grian brought up what they did for work, things began to hit it off fast. The two would spend almost all of the party just talking about their fields and stories from their past, sitting beneath the cosmic painting that is the midnight sky above them.

This was bad. That was the first thought that came to Mumbo's mind when the flash of the camera hit them- both him and Pearl had met up together at her place of work to discuss somethings, and it was just- how could he not lean in and kiss that smart face? How was he supposed to know that a reporter had came in right behind them to get a statement. Already, they saw how colleagues and fans of their work were beginning to talk about how amazing it would be if they were to work together, and a tiny few who started to connect a few dots-

This was great! Er, well, it gave them an answer on how to break the news on how they were dating. At least it wasn't from someone digging where they shouldn't have. Pearl was far more positive on this, using it as a way to safely and more appropriately reveal the "new" relationship. Of course, it came with some downsides, the letters and "critics" regarding a relationship between coworkers or who their partner was were always annoying, and at times, aggravating, but it was manageable, they had even gotten a "couple name" by a fan which was Celestial Nonsene- she had no idea where it came from, but she liked it. The best thing to come out of this all was her brother showing up to her place the day after it broke news, only to find a messy haired mumbo still in his boxers (that had moons on them, a gift from her) and a groggy Pearl who was wearing Mumbo's tie. Now that was a fuuun day, and nothing was better than messing with Grian by just leaning over and giving her boyfriend a solid kiss that left him seeing stars a bit.

-👁🎭

Grian is outnumbered and he regrets ever introducing the pair. They probably would've crossed paths eventually - Pearl works with a lot of high tech equipment! But Grian accelerated the process, and with it, his misery.

Seriously, he's glad they're getting along so well, but not so well they're teaming up to tease him!

[mingiatz]

Summary: Jiwon, a reserved biotechnology student, never expected her quiet late-night study sessions to include Kang Yeosang—an idol hiding from the world. What starts as an unlikely friendship slowly turns into something deeper. But with secrets, insecurities, and the pressures of fame between them, can they truly belong in each other’s worlds?

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x OC (Jiwon)

Trope: Idol x Fan

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life,  Angst, Software & Awkward First Love, Fluff

Featuring: Ateez, OCs, late night walks, Lots of Fluff and Awkwardness

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 2000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Chapter Two

Yeosang’s POV

Yeosang had barely stepped into the dorm when he noticed that something was different.

For one, the living room was full. Mingi was lounging on the couch with Emilia curled up next to him, and Jongho sat comfortably beside Hana, listening to some inside joke that had them both grinning.

This was normal.

What wasn’t normal, however, was the extra person standing near the kitchen, casually pouring himself a drink like he had been there a hundred times before.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

Noah.

He had seen him a handful of times before—not often, but enough to recognize him as Emilia and Hana’s brother.

He didn’t know much about him, other than the fact that he was the kind of guy who never seemed fazed by anything.

Yeosang hesitated for half a second before making his way toward the couch.

“Yeosang-ah,” Noah greeted casually, handing him a water bottle like they had been friends forever.

Yeosang took it, still slightly wary. “Hey.”

Noah’s gaze didn’t waver. “So. I heard you’ve been going to the university library.”

Yeosang froze mid-sip.

What.

A few heads turned at the words—Wooyoung and San, in particular, looked way too interested.

Yeosang lowered the bottle slowly. “Where did you hear that?”

Noah tilted his head, unbothered. “From someone who studies there.”

Yeosang frowned slightly. Was this a trick?

“Someone?” he echoed, buying himself a second to think.

Noah’s lips twitched. “Jiwon.”

That name sent a jolt through him.

Jiwon.

So that was her name.

Yeosang had wondered, of course. He hadn’t asked when they first met, and after that, it had started to feel awkward to bring it up.

But now—now he knew.

Jiwon.

He turned his focus back to Noah, who was watching him carefully.

“Relax,” Noah said smoothly. “She didn’t make a big deal out of it.”

Yeosang exhaled through his nose, setting his water down. “Then why are you asking?”

Noah shrugged. “Curiosity.”

From the other side of the room, Wooyoung’s grin was slowly growing.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He pointed between them. “What’s going on? Yeosang, you’ve been going to a university library? And you met someone there?”

Yeosang’s jaw tensed. He should have known this was going to happen.

“It’s not a big deal,” he muttered.

San chuckled, leaning forward. “If it’s not a big deal, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because it’s not worth mentioning.”

Noah looked far too amused by the conversation unfolding. “So you just keep going back for fun, then?”

Yeosang knew what he was implying.

And he didn’t like it.

“Like I said,” Yeosang said carefully, “not a big deal.”

Noah didn’t push further, but there was something too knowing in his gaze.

And now that Yeosang knew Jiwon’s name, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

Jiwon’s POV

Jiwon had expected a quiet night.

She should have known better.

She was halfway through reviewing her notes when a shadow fell over her table.

She already knew who it was before she looked up.

And sure enough—there he was.

Same hoodie pulled low, same calm but amused expression.

Yeosang.

Jiwon raised an eyebrow, adjusting her glasses. “Back again?”

He smirked slightly. “Told you, I like the atmosphere.”

Jiwon rolled her eyes but didn’t bother arguing.

Then—

���I know your name now.”

That made her pause.

Jiwon looked up properly, tilting her head. “Do you?”

Yeosang leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “Jiwon.”

She didn’t react—at least, not outwardly.

Instead, she set her pen down. “Let me guess. Noah told you.”

Yeosang nodded. “He mentioned you.”

Jiwon let out a short laugh. “Of course he did.”

Something in Yeosang’s gaze shifted.

He studied her for a moment before speaking. “You don’t seem surprised.”

“I’m not.”

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Jiwon smirked, propping her chin on her hand. “Because Noah’s the type to observe everything before bringing it up at the most inconvenient time.”

Yeosang couldn’t argue with that.

He glanced down at her notes. “Same topic as last time?”

“More or less.”

He nodded. “Mind if I sit?”

Jiwon didn’t even hesitate.

She gestured to the seat across from her.

Maybe this was becoming a habit.

Yeosang’s POV

Jiwon was interesting.

Yeosang had already figured that out, but the more time he spent at her table, the more he realized how different she was from most people he met.

She was confident, but not in a loud way. It was more like she didn’t care what others thought, and that intrigued him.

And now that he knew her name, it felt strangely personal.

Jiwon.

It suited her.

After a long pause, Yeosang leaned back in his chair, watching as she worked.

“You always study at this hour?” he asked.

Jiwon hummed. “It’s quiet.”

Yeosang smirked. “You said that last time.”

She glanced at him over her glasses. “It’s still true.”

For a while, they fell into silence.

Yeosang didn’t really understand why he liked sitting here. But he did.

And he had a feeling he’d be back again.

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Yeosang didn’t even pretend to question it anymore.

At this point, it had become routine—his feet carried him toward the library without him even having to think about it.

It wasn’t just about the quiet anymore.

It wasn’t even about hiding from fans or the fact that this was the only place where he could sit down without feeling like an idol.

It was about her.

Jiwon.

It had only been a few days since he learned her name, but somehow, it felt like he had known it all along.

And so, when he walked into the library again that night, he wasn’t surprised to find her already there, in her usual spot.

She didn’t look up immediately, but the moment she noticed him standing there, she sighed.

“Let me guess,” she muttered, adjusting her glasses. “The atmosphere?”

Yeosang smirked, slipping into the seat across from her. “Obviously.”

Jiwon shook her head, tapping her pen against her notebook. “At this point, I think you’re just coming here to annoy me.”

“I wouldn’t say annoy.”

She shot him a look.

Yeosang chuckled but didn’t push it. Instead, he let his gaze drift over her study materials.

“Still on genetics?” he asked.

Jiwon nodded, flipping through a few pages. “I have a research deadline coming up. Can’t afford to slack.

Yeosang tilted his head slightly. “So, you’re one of those students?”

She glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“The ones who actually care about studying.”

Jiwon rolled her eyes. “I take my work seriously, yes. Some of us can’t just dance for a living, you know.”

Yeosang let out a quiet laugh. “Fair enough.”

For a moment, they both sat in comfortable silence.

Then, Jiwon leaned back slightly and crossed her arms. “Noah mentioned you the other day.”

Yeosang’s interest piqued. “Oh?”

She smirked. “He said you looked confused when he brought me up.”

Yeosang exhaled through his nose. “That’s one way to put it.”

Jiwon tapped her fingers against the table. “He likes to test people.”

Yeosang gave her a knowing look. “I noticed.”

Jiwon shook her head. “I should’ve expected it, honestly. Noah’s always been like that—he doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s usually because he’s already figured something out.”

Yeosang hummed in agreement. “He asked me why I kept coming here.”

Jiwon raised an eyebrow. “And what did you say?”

Yeosang smirked slightly. “I said it wasn’t a big deal.”

She snorted. “That’s a very evasive answer.”

“It’s a very true answer.”

Jiwon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied him for a moment, as if trying to figure him out.

Yeosang didn’t know why that made his heart skip a beat.

After a moment, Jiwon sighed and stretched. “Anyway. I think I’m done for the night.”

Yeosang blinked. “Already?���

She arched an eyebrow. “I’ve been here for hours, Yeosang.”

He hadn’t realized.

Maybe because for the first time in a while, he wasn’t paying attention to the clock.

Jiwon packed up her things, pushing her glasses up her nose.

Yeosang hesitated for half a second—then, before he could overthink it, the words left his mouth.

“I’ll walk you home.”

Jiwon froze mid-movement.

Slowly, she looked up at him. “What?”

Yeosang shrugged, keeping his tone casual. “It’s late. You shouldn’t walk alone.”

Jiwon narrowed her eyes slightly. “You do realize I’ve been doing this for years, right?”

“I’m still walking you home.”

She studied him for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Fine. But don’t expect me to wait for you if you get tired halfway.”

Yeosang let out a quiet chuckle. “Noted.”

The night air was crisp, and the streets were quieter than usual.

Jiwon walked beside him at a steady pace, her bag slung over her shoulder as she kept her gaze ahead.

Yeosang wasn’t sure what compelled him to offer, but now that they were walking together, he realized he didn’t hate the idea of being here.

He stole a glance at her from the corner of his eye.

Jiwon wasn’t like most of the people he met.

She was calm, but not in a distant way—more like she was completely comfortable in her own world.

It was different.

And Yeosang… liked different.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jiwon said suddenly.

Yeosang smirked. “Depends on the company.”

Jiwon glanced at him. “I take that as an insult.”

Yeosang chuckled. “Not an insult. Just an observation.”

She hummed. “Well, you’re in luck. I don’t particularly like small talk either.”

“Good.”

A beat of silence passed between them, only the faint hum of streetlights filling the space.

Then—

“So,” Jiwon started. “Since I never asked… how does an idol even end up at a university library?”

Yeosang exhaled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You really want to know?”

Jiwon raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

Yeosang thought about it for a moment.

Then, he glanced at her and smirked.

“What do you think?”

Jiwon rolled her eyes. “Don’t turn this into a game.”

Yeosang chuckled. “Fine.” He looked ahead, inhaling slowly. “Honestly? At first, it was just because I needed to hide.”

Jiwon hummed. “And now?”

Yeosang hesitated for a split second.

Then, he glanced at her again.

“…Now, I don’t really know.”

Jiwon slowed slightly, watching him carefully.

Yeosang sighed. “It’s just… different. It doesn’t feel like work. It doesn’t feel like I have to be anything. It’s just… quiet.”

Jiwon didn’t respond right away.

Instead, she watched him for a long moment before speaking.

“So you keep coming back because it feels normal?”

Yeosang met her gaze.

Something about the way she said it made it sound less like a question and more like a realization.

“…Yeah.”

Jiwon exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re a strange one, Kang Yeosang.”

Yeosang smirked slightly. “I’ve been told.”

Jiwon chuckled.

For the first time that night, she looked genuinely amused.

And for some reason, Yeosang liked seeing that expression on her face.

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When they finally reached Jiwon’s building, she slowed to a stop.

Yeosang followed suit, glancing up at the entrance.

“Well,” Jiwon sighed, shifting her bag. “This is me.”

Yeosang nodded. “Get inside safely.”

Jiwon tilted her head slightly, as if studying him.

“…You know, for someone who’s supposedly bad at talking, you’re oddly easy to get along with.”

Yeosang smirked. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jiwon snorted. “No danger of that.”

She stepped back, offering him one last glance before heading inside.

Yeosang watched until the door closed behind her.

Then, with a small exhale, he turned around and started walking back.

And for some reason—

The night didn’t feel as cold as before.

 

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Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and scenarios in this story are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect the real lives of the members of Ateez or any other individuals. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes.

[adoremexxs]

Hello!

You can have a story or a headcanon (From your AU, she is great)

Urogi × Extremely calm reader.

Don't know how to explain, they're like, like the sun and the moon. Underwater and cheerful Urogi and a calm, perhaps slow and sleepy reader.

thank you in advance! your blog is one of my favorites <3

AW, this means so much to me! So sweet!

also i’m sorry guys for not posting multiple times a day, my brain is fried and i’m extremely busy ☠️

Urogi with a calm S/O

warnings: none

met him through Aizetsu

you and aizetsu are besties bc u both are extremely calm people and reserved

so whenever you came over to his house, you didn’t expect to see 4 loud and chaotic brothers

zohakuten was relatively quiet until sekido or urogi and karaku pissed him off

the first one to greet to you was urogi

immediately checking you out and trying to figure out who u were

asked if u were aizetsu’s lover

aizetsu said no so fast, he didn’t want to get harassed

urogi was happy on the other hand

“yay! that means they can be mine!”

sekido hit Urogi so hard for saying that

karaku tried to get into your pants a few times but you were like “no! bye!”

you started to befriend urogi and talk to him more, even starting to hang out

even though he is hyper 99.99999% of the time, you enjoy it

he can drive so he takes you everywhere, listening to “Eyes without a face” by Billy Idol

it’s very spiritual tbh

takes you to the beach

will take your instagram photos for you

he’s been trained

shows you his crystals that him and aizetsu collect

whenever you express that you collect crystals too, Urogi goes crazy and needs to absolutely see them which results in bringing him over

your room radiates your energy, sleepy and calm and Urogi realizes how much you are like Aizetsu!

which makes him even more clingy towards you

his energy can sometimes overwhelm you and when you snap at him, he gets so sad and leaves you alone

you feel bad but he’s happy within like 5 seconds

the day that he asks you out is on the beach, the sun is rising and you are watching it

he looks so nervous, you can clearly tell something is up

when you ask him what’s up with him

he pours all of his feelings out to you, expressing how he has liked you since the first day he met you and how he can’t get enough of you

obviously you accept it bc you aren’t dumb, like why would you reject HIM?! He’s so fine and cute and sweet

you are somehow able to deal with his energy most of the time, sometimes you can get overwhelmed but it’s not terrible

he gets REALLY clingy to you, he has to be touching you 24/7 or he has a freak out

whenever you saw the scar on his waist, you were extremely concerned because Urogi casually just said

“oh it’s from when my dad hit me with a beer bottle.”

he completely brushed it off?! like what?!

Urogi doesn’t mind talking about his childhood, he’s indifferent about it

it’s his way of coping with it, he acts like it wasn’t that serious, it’s just how he grew up

he ended up telling you about how he used to get bullied a bunch

and how he struggles with his self image sometimes, he gets really anxious sometimes and doesn’t eat for days but then he’ll end up eating a bunch later on

now it’s your job to get him back on track!

your calm energy relaxes him a bit

if he’s at your house, he is completely calm and sleeps on you

he’s heavy but you aren’t going to push him off

Urogi posts you a lot

he makes you known to everyone

you are referred to as “Urogi’s S/O”

random people will say hi to you in the hallways

urogi LOVES kissing you

everytime he sees you, he has to kiss you

he’s very passionate about it, he usually ends up out of breath

you almost die half the time, he cuts off half your air supply

Urogi is legit obsessed with you

he wants you to be equally as obsessed with him so he looks up love spells online

it works though

i mean he really didn’t need the love spell but man, you got equally obsessed as him

you are so calm that it terrifies him sometimes

if he did something bad, he’s scared that you’re mad

you’re not

Urogi doesn’t handle calm energy too well whenever he thinks they are angry

Urogi is a D2 overthinker when it comes to his S/O

Sekido is a D1 overthinker y’all

Urogi doesn’t think 90% of the time but the 10% goes to you

stresses over gifts and holidays and dates

it’s okay because you already take care of everything and take care of it for Urogi

everyone says you guys are the golden retriever and black cat duo

so that’s what you dressed up for halloween as

even though Urogi wanted to be a bird

tries to compare you to a bird

compliments 24/7

extremely loyal

he is in love with you and you take a lot of his firsts

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 49]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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When your alarm rang, you reached over to turn to it. You've been awake for god knows how long, just staring at the ceiling. Your body felt heavy and the tightness in your chest made it hard to breathe.

"Indi?" You heard Hongjoong's voice. You were surprised but nonetheless, you pushed yourself to sit up, seeing your big brother stand at your bedroom doorway. For a second, you had forgotten he was one of the people with the passcode to your home, for emergency purposes.

"Are you alright? Wow, you look awful." He blurted out, looking at your pale, messy appearance.

"Gee, thanks. Exactly why are you here again?" You frowned.

"Eden told me you called in sick and I wanted to check in on you. Mingi is at practice so I came." He frowned in worry.

"Oh, yeah. I was just feeling a little unwell..." You lied. He came to you and put his hands on your forehead before moving them to your cheeks. You leaned into his touch.

"Hmm, you don't feel very warm. You probably overworked yourself. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He patted your head.

"There's no need, Joong-"

"Shush. Let me. Now you rest while I order food." He tucked you back under the blanket but he perched himself at the edge of the bed, focused on his phone to order you food.

"Joong, you already have 7 children to take care of. Really, I'm fine on my own." You sighed, hugging the pillow to your face.

"You're my baby sister, it's my duty to take care of you too. Plus, Seonghwa's with the kids, he'll be fine... I hope." Hongjoong grinned. You scoffed but couldn't help the laughter that escaped you at how Hongjoong casually left Seonghwa to the wolves.

"You know if he can't beat them, he'll join them, right?" You raised an eyebrow at him. Hongjoong shrugged and came over, getting under the covers with you.

"What are you doing?" You stared at him.

"You need some big brother loving." He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head to his chest.

"What's gotten into you? You don't usually like this sort of thing, like physical contact." You chuckled, words muffled by the way you were smushed against him, but you didn't deny him or push him away.

"Like I said, you need some loving. Plus, I haven't been able to come spend time with you since I've been occupied with comeback preparations ." He confessed.

"Joong, you know I don't blame you, right? It's normal for you to be busy during comeback preparations." You looked up at him.

"I know. I just can't help but feel guilty. You know, since I basically adopted you as my sister." He sighed, hugging you tighter. You continued to laugh, not at him exactly, but more of how serious he was taking this older brother role. You hummed and draped an arm over him to hug him.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when the food is here." He told you, stroking the back of your head..

"But I just woke up before you came." You lied. In fact, you haven't been able to sleep for the past few days, you've just been caught up in your head where you couldn't sleep.

"Just sleep more, you look like you could use it." He chuckled. You lifted your head again to glare at him.

"For saying that, you must now sing me a song to help me sleep." You slapped his arm.

"Fine." He began to sing a random song. Maybe it was the combination of the song, sleep deprivation and Hongjoong's sense of protection but you were lulled to sleep very quickly.

You didn't know how long you slept for but you assumed it wasn't too long because Hongjoong woke you up to tell you that the food was here. He brought a tray with rice in the soup and side dishes from your fridge that Mingi gave you.

"I'll feed you." He grinned and pulled a dining chair from outside to sit next to you.

"Joong! There's no need!" You groaned as you felt your cheeks heat up. He pouted with a small frown and shook his head.

"No! Now don't be stubborn!" He scolded.

"I'm seriously not that sick." You argued but Hongjoong held the tray with the bowl away from you. As if to say, if he doesn't feed you, you won't get to eat anything.

"Fine." You sulked.

"Ah~" He cooed, blowing at the spoon of rice and soup to make sure that it was cooled enough. You glared at him but opened your mouth for him to feed you. The victorious smirk on Hongjoong's face while you were chewing made you want to sock him. He reached out to pat your head.

"Good girl." He complimented. You reached over to grab a tissue to wipe your mouth.

"Seriously, don't you have other things to do? It's comeback prep season, Joong." You folded your arms, raising your eyebrows at him. He shook his head and held another spoon of food out to you.

"Wooyoung seemed excited on the collab cover you're working on with him." Hongjoong said.

"Yeah, we're looking at what genres we can work with." You nodded.

"He's a hard worker. Once he sets him heart on something, he'll make sure it's the best of his ability. He'll give it 110% to ensure it's perfect." Hongjoong told you proudly.

"Not just Wooyoung, all of you are like that... You're all so proud of your craft and anyone can see that you genuinely love music, performing and being on stage." You smiled softly.

"You've all proven yourselves to be talented and worthy of the stages you perform on."

"And yet, people seem to continuously short change us. I don't know how to consistently shield the boys from that." He sighed. You felt for Hongjoong, he carried all this on his shoulders. He felt responsible for not protecting his members when disaster strikes.

"You're already giving it your all and I'm sure the rest is grateful. You can't protect them from everything, Joong. The world is too cruel to take it all on your own." You reached out to squeeze his hand.

"You're right." He nodded, feeding you another spoon of food.

"But I'll do it, for them, for you." He smiled. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you pressed a hand to your eyes.

"Indigo! Why are you crying?! What's wrong?" Hongjong panicked, putting the bowl of food down and moving to stroke your back. He comforted you.

"It's okay, you'll feel better soon." He obviously thought you were just crying from being sick. But it was a lot more than that.

"It must be painful being sick. It's okay." He cooed, soothing you like a mother coaxing her child.

It was going to be hard when the boys were not going to be around anymore. This is why you didn't like getting close to people, one day, you would always find yourself walking away from them. You found that caring about yourself was the only way you could protect your heart, you didn't like being vulnerable.

"Do you want some medicine? It'll make you feel better." He grabbed a tissue and gently pulled your hand away from his eyes. Very softly, he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as you cried.

"Silly girl, what are you sorry about? Everyone gets sick." He chuckled, patting your head.

"When you finish your food, you can take some medication and rest, alright?" He hugged you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

You wished you could tell him why you were crying, tell him that you're gonna miss him and that him being so nice to you was just going to make things harder.

"Pretty girl, no more tears." He whispered, wiping your cheeks with a soft smile. After that, he fed you the remaining bit of food, he wanted to make sure that you had a full stomach before giving you any medicaiton to eat.

"Where are your painkillers?" He asked since you told him your 'head was hurting'.

"The drawer by the sink has a medicine box of sorts. The bottle should be in there." You told him. You heard him rummaging through the kitchen before coming back.

"Here you go." Hongjoong put two pills in your hand and gave you a glass to water to drink it with. When you were done, he placed the glass on the side table then properly tucked you in.

"I'm just going to do the dishes. I'll be back." He smiled.

"Just leave the dishes on the rack, okay Joong? I'll put them back later, it's no big deal." You said. While listening to Hongjoong do the dishes outside, you were on your phone, texting Mingi about how you were. You assured him there was no need to ditch training to come take care of you.

"Done." Hongjoong came back in when he was done. He slid under the covers beside you and you scooted close to him. He laughed at your actions and wrapped an arm around you.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked, hugging you to his side. You let out a small hum.

"Good. I don't just cuddle with anyone, you know. I'm not a skinship person." He joked. You rolled your eyes with a grunt but still snuggled close to him.

When you were asleep, you didn't hear Mingi come in. Truthfully, the giant had been asking Hongjoong for regular updates on how you were. He was worried hearing that you weren't feeling well.

"Hyung." Mingi whispered. Hongjoong looked up from his phone, putting a finger to his lips to hush your lover.

"Is she okay?" Mingi asked, reaching out to touch your forehead. He then went over to Hongjoong so they wouldn't have to whisper over you and risk waking you.

"She's fine now. Fed her and gave her medicine. She's been sleeping quite a bit so I think it's exhaustion." The captain said and looked down at your sleeping face. Everyone knew of your tendency to overwork and overexhaust yourself.

"I wish she would take care of herself more." Mingi sighed, shaking his head.

"It's normal with producers, you know that." Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. He too was guilty of overworking and being so sleep deprived, that's when Seonghwa had to step in to care for him.

"I want to stay with her a little longer." Hongjoong told Mingi before the giant could ask the captain to leave.

"Sure, hyung. I wasn't going to ask you to leave anyway. Thanks for coming to take care of her though." Mingi chuckled.

"Not like I would have left. And of course I would come take care of her, she's practically my sister. But I haven't been a good brother to her." The captain glared at the taller.

"I'm sure she would beg to differ, hyung." Mingi smiled, knowing you all too well.

"You're right." Hongjoong nodded.

"Well, I'm going to continue working outside." Mingi informed. He was honest when he said that he wasn't going to ask Hongjoong to leave at all. Actually, Mingi came home earlier just to make sure that you were really okay. Now that he knows that you are, he was more relieved and able to focus on his work.

"I love you." Mingi leaned over to kiss your head before going outside to work at the dining table.

Sure, Mingi was a little jealous that another man was in bed with you, holding you. But Hongjoong did use his off time to come and take care of you, which Mingi was grateful for.

"They're practically siblings, it's fine." Mingi told himself, taking a deep breath as he typed away on his keyboard.

"Mings...?" You stood there at the doorway, half asleep. Mingi looked at the clock, not noticing that he's been working for 3 hours already.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" Mingi stood up immediately. He walked over to engulf you in a big hug, his cheek nuzzling against the top of your head.

"Feeling okay... Joong's asleep..." You mumbled.

"Yeah, let him sleep. He needs it too." He chuckled, kissing your temple. He led you to the couch, sitting you on his lap.

As you leaned against him, Mingi stroked your hair. He noticed you acting different the past few days. When he video called you, your smile didn't reach your ears. When you spoke to him on the phone, you sounded tired and there was no more energy in your voice.

"So how was practice?" You suddenly asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"It was good. Did some vocal training." He shrugged. His arms instinctively hugged you tighter. Just his warmth and scent could make you fall back into another slumber.

"Falling asleep on me again?" He laughed. Even if he made fun of you, he still loved that he had this effect on you.

"You're nice and warm to sleep on." You murmured sleepily. Mingi moved so you could rest your head against his chest comfortably.

"Sleep then, baby." He encouraged.

"No, I need to work. I've been sleeping the whole day." You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Mingi watched you go into your studio, turning on your system and sitting down.

"But you're not well, baby. That's why you told Eden you weren't going into the studio today, right? He would understand that you need to rest." He stood behind you, turning you around in your chair so that you could face him. His hands came up to hold your cheeks to check your temperature.

"I'm fine, Mings. I don't feel sick anymore. Don't worry." You laughed, putting your hands over his. He didn't look convinced.

"And I'm with you here and Joong sleeping in the room. At most if I faint, I'll be at home and you two will be here to call the ambulance." You joked. Mingi frowned at your words.

"Geez, I'm just kidding. Don't look at me like that." You slapped his arm.

"I don't like those sort of jokes." He scolded, crossing his arms. You leaned in to peck his lips before turning back to your computer.

"I'm really okay, Mings. I'll even leave the door open so you can come check on me any time you want while you work too, okay?" You negotiated. Mingi looked at you but sighed in defeat.

"Only for a while, we'll eat dinner after." He said. You nodded, saluting at him. Laughing, he leaned over to give you another kiss and walked back to the living room.

"Indigo? She's in the studio... I tried to stop her, hyung. But you know she wouldn't listen to me." You heard Mingi speaking to someone, you assumed that it was Hongjoong, who had just woken up. You rolled your eyes hearing your boyfriend tattle on you. Hongjoong's shuffled over to you.

"Excuse me. Why are you working?" He asked, putting his face right in front of yours. He even gently knocked your head with his knuckle like knocking a door.

"Because I feel better AND I have deadlines." You raised an eyebrow at him with a scoff.

"I was supposed to accompany you to nap and yet, I woke up in bed alone." He frowned, knocking his forehead against yours.

"You need to sleep too, captain. You've been too busy with this comeback period and making sure the boys are where they need to be. Actually, you probably need more sleep than me." You said.

"True!" Mingi voiced.

"Whose side are you on, Song Mingi?!" Hongjoong yelled.

"By the way, while you two sort your... discussion about who deserves sleep more... I'm going to order dinner. Is seafood stew okay?" Mingi appeared at the door way, leaning against the frame as he ignored you and Hongjoong's tiff.

"That's fine. Thanks, Mings." You smiled. Hongjoong hummed and nodded his head in agreement. Mingi gave a thumbs up and went back to his spot in the living room.

"Maybe you can help me." You suggested. Hongjoong didn't protest, taking a chair and sitting beside you.

"What are you working on?" He looked at your screen.

"I'm rearranging the song for Wooyoung's cover. Tell me how I can accentuate his vocal tone using a beat. I know his voice is a little air-ier than the rest." You said.

Hongjoong gave you advise, helping you work to rearrange the original song's beats to fit Wooyoung's style more.

"Okay, producers. The food's here. No more work." Mingi entered, clapping his hands.

"Hang on." You said.

"No. Baby, you promised you would stop when dinner was ready." Mingi reminded. You pouted but knew that Mingi wasn't going to budge. You obediently saved your work and went out of the studio. While you washed your hands, Mingi leaned on the counter beside you. He wrapped an arm around you waist.

"My workaholic." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss. Mingi loved teasing your workaholic tendencies. Hongjoong clearing his throat made the two of you pull away.

"I would not want to throw up before I even eat dinner." He crossed his arms.

"Oops." You giggled, patting Mingi on the hip before walking to the table with the bowls of rice.

"Let me scoop the soup." You grabbed the ladle to begin serving the soup into each person's bowl, portioning the seafood while Mingi took the seat beside you.

"Oh, let me get the sauce dishes for the dip." Mingi stood up and went to get the small dishes to pour to seafood sauce onto.

"We can cook ramen in the soup later." You told them as you took your seat. The soup looked good, filled with loads of seafood and vegetables. You all dug into the delicious, warm stew with rice. It was satisfying and comforting.

"This hits the spot, it's good." You smiled happily, making Mingi and Hongjoong laugh fondly at you.

As Hongjoong and Mingi were having a conversation, the guilt sunk in. One was like your older brother and one was your boyfriend. And yet, they're the ones you've been keeping secrets from.

It made your chest feel tight at the though of it. They didn't know what has been going on. But you couldn't bring yourself to.

So how could you possibly tell them that you were leaving?

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[a-spicy-reader]

Discovery

Synopsis

All Luana wanted was to go out and relax, have a drink and, who knows, have a good conversation. She just didn't expect that this conversation would be with Mark Lee, a K-pop idol.

Amidst casual encounters, shared laughter and a connection that grows every day, they find themselves caught between the euphoria of what they are experiencing and the uncertainty of what is to come. After all, Mark will soon need to return to Korea Is it worth giving yourself over to something that could end so quickly? Or are some stories worth living, even without guarantees?

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook ♪

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mark x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, humor, idol au,

English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

[1] First Date • [2] Second Date • [3] Third Date • [4] Fourth Date • [5] Fifth Date • [6] Sixth Date • [7] Discovery

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Luana picked up her phone and opened her chat with Mark. After spending so much time together, it had become a habit for them to exchange messages as soon as they woke up or before going to bed. But that day, he hadn’t texted her yet.

Luana: “Good morning.” Luana: “What’s the plan for our next date?”

The reply didn’t take long. Mark: “Good morning to you too.” Mark: “About that… we might have to postpone it for a bit.” Luana: “WHAT???” Mark: “😂” Mark: “My brother just got to Canada. He was stuck at work and could only come now. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, so my family wants to make the most of these days together.”

Luana read the message and smiled. It was cute imagining Mark valuing family time so much. Luana: “Okay, okay. You’re forgiven.” Mark: “Oh, good. I was almost planning an elaborate apology.” Luana: “And what would that be?” Mark: “I don’t know, maybe an exclusive song? A private concert? A romantic dinner?” Luana: “Hmm, now you’re talking.” Mark: “Only if you miss me a lot.” Luana: “Maybe a little.” Mark: “Just a little? That hurts my feelings.” Luana: “You’ll survive. Now go enjoy your family.” Mark: “Alright… but only because you said so.” Mark: “If you need me, call me, okay?” Luana: “You too.”

She set her phone down and sighed. She’d gotten used to seeing him almost every day, so it felt strange knowing they wouldn’t have a date anytime soon. But on the other hand, maybe it was good to enjoy some free time.

She grabbed her sketchbook and started drawing without thinking too much. At first, it was just loose lines, but gradually, the strokes began to take shape. Before she knew it, she was drawing someone very familiar. “Oh, Luana…” She rolled her eyes but kept shading the details of Mark’s face.

When she finished, she set the pencil down and stared at the drawing for a while. That’s when an idea hit her. Without hesitating, she picked up her phone and typed: “Mark Lee NCT.” And that’s how she fell down the endless rabbit hole of videos, performances, and interviews.

The first thing that surprised her was the difference between the Mark she knew and the Mark on stage. So calm and gentle around her… but so intense and full of presence when performing. “You’ve been hiding your game this whole time.”

But it was when she started paying attention to the music that something really caught her. A specific melody made her stop everything. “Children.” The melody was captivating, and the lyrics felt personal. Without thinking, she played it again. And again. “Yeah, boy… you really surprised me.”

Luana got completely lost in the world of his music and only realized how much time had passed when her phone rang. It was Mark. She answered, surprised. “Hello?” “I needed to hear your voice,” Mark said on the other end, his voice low and a little hoarse. Her heart skipped a beat. “Oh? And why’s that?” “I don’t know…” He chuckled softly. “Just felt like it.” She smiled. “That’s cute.” “I am cute.” “Okay, now you ruined it.”

Mark laughed on the other end, and for a moment, the silence between them was comfortable. “What did you do today?” he asked. “Besides feeling abandoned by my almost-boyfriend?” “Almost-boyfriend? That’s a new title.” “You wanna argue about it now?” “I think I’ll accept it before you change your mind.” She laughed. “Well, I painted a little and… also did some investigating on you.”

On the other end of the line, Mark went quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice sounded a little hesitant. “Investigating?” “Yeah. Googled your name and… well, I guess you could say I’m a fan now.” He chuckled softly but still seemed a little uneasy. “What did you see?” “A bit of everything. But what really got me was your music.” “Really?” “Yeah. Especially ‘Children.’” “Ah…” Mark went quiet for a moment. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. It’s just… that song is really special to me.” “I could tell. You can feel it in the lyrics.” “I’m glad you liked it.” “I loved it.”

There was a silence, but this time it felt different. Luana sensed there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how. “Mark?” “Hm?” “Is something bothering you?” He sighed. “I just… don’t want this to change anything,” he admitted. “It won’t. I still prefer the Mark who takes me on surprise dates. So when you’re with me, you can just be Mark.” He chuckled softly. “Good to know.”

The conversation continued for a while longer until he said, in a playful tone: “So? What do I need to do to deserve such a special fan?” “I’m still deciding. But for now, you can start by promising me you’ll sleep well.” “Only if you promise the same.” “Deal.” “Goodnight, Luana.” “Goodnight, Mark.”

She hung up and stared at her phone for a few seconds. Then, she picked up her sketchbook and looked at the drawing of him again. Mark Lee was definitely messing with her thoughts.