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Come Back Home (M)

Contains: Kim Youngjo (RAVN) x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, featuring ONEUS, fingering, biting, marking kink, choking, creampie, supernatural!au, supernatural!ONEUS.

Synopsis: All you remembered was waking up in a cloud of darkness, surrounded by six men, each of them looking painfully familiar to you but you couldn’t remember why. For some reason, you trusted them, especially their leader Youngjo.

Darkness surrounded you as you awoke from what felt like a fever dream, your body trembling from the cold despite the room feeling a lot hotter than normal. You wanted to cry out for someone to help or at least tell you where you were, but you couldn’t find your voice. You didn’t understand what was going on or what you had done in your life to be in such a terrifying place, but for some reason, it felt familiar to you.

As you were in your own thoughts, you could hear footsteps to the side of you, causing your body to stiffen at the sound. The darkness never faltered and the sound of the footsteps kept getting louder, immediately forcing your heart rate to skyrocket from the fear of the unknown. Listening carefully to try and get a sense of what was going on around you, it sounded like the footsteps belonged to multiple people instead of a singular being. That certainly didn’t help your nerves as you could feel eyes on you, studying your every move.

“Wh-Who’s there?” You squeaked, finally being able to find your voice after what seemed like an eternity of laying there. Of course, the subjects that were now surrounding you never spoke a word, choosing to only watch the way your body shook and observing you quietly. When you realized you weren’t getting a response, you resulted to demands even though you were certainly not in a position to be making such a scene, “I said who’s there? Answer me!” The only answer you received after your demands was not something you were expecting as a soothing voice responded, “Do you really not remember us, jagiya?”

Although you couldn’t place a name to a face, you had definitely heard the voice before. You couldn’t remember if it was from a dream or from reality, but you had heard the man’s voice before winding up wherever you are now. In fact, you’re having quite a hard time differentiating between reality and your dreams at this point because the longer you stay in this room, you can feel yourself teetering between the two. 

A deeper voice, the deepest voice you had ever heard, could be heard nearest to you as he interrupted your conscience, “Of course she remembers you, hyung. Look at the way her face lit up from your voice. She must’ve missed you the most.” You soon felt a hand on the side of your face, soft fingers caressing your cheek as you were forced to turn to your right. As the person’s fingers lingered on your face, you could feel a slight warming sensation spread through your face and start to trickle to your neck and shoulders. Confused, you pulled your head away from their grasp only to be met with another chill running down your spine from the cold. What is going on with you?

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you,” The first man’s voice whispered in your left ear this time, feeling his pillowy lips cascade along your ear. Goosebumps began to form over your body after realizing how close the mystery man was to you, the anticipation in your gut building with every passing second. Suddenly you felt the odd weight on your eyelids weaken, allowing you to open your eyes to reveal the mystery men to you.

There were six in total, each of them varying in height and hair color but each of them wore the same devilish grin as they watched your pupils dilate at the sight of them. The six men were dressed in black velour suits, looking agonizingly handsome as their eyes fell on various parts of your body. This made you look down since you couldn’t feel much fabric on you, seeing that you were dressed in black as well, but your outfit was much more revealing than that of the men. You were dressed in a simple black lace set, the bra made out of a beautiful onyx eyelash lace while the skimpy undergarments were a solid black lace, and your legs were adorned with delicate knee high stockings held up by the matching garter belt. You looked insatiable.

However, when you were admiring how you looked in the lace, you couldn’t help but notice a faint black mark forming on the inside of your right arm. You couldn’t make out the shape just yet as it looked fairly new, but you certainly don’t remember getting a tattoo of any sorts. After studying the mark, you looked back up at the men and waited for them to explain themselves since you are having a really hard time understanding the world at the moment.

“It’s common to forget, especially at your age. But let us explain ourselves,” The shortest member spoke up next, understanding your confusion. He then took a step forward and took your hand in his, stroking your hand with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, “I’m Hwanwoong, and these are my colleagues Dongju, Keonhee, Gunhak, Seoho and, the man who you’ll be getting very acquainted with tonight-” Hwanwoong was about to continue when you felt the familiar voiced man at your left side again, his hand resting softly on your shoulder, “Youngjo.”

Again, a steady stream of warmth could be felt from the man’s hand, traveling down your body to rest at your stomach but certainly wanted to go lower. Unknowingly, you tilted your head back and held your lips open to release a sigh that you never knew was approaching, your eyes becoming hooded as you began to relax into Youngjo’s grip. You couldn’t understand why you felt such a connection with him or why he made you feel so warm, but you honestly didn’t mind at this point. Something about him told you to trust him.

Even though you were promised an explanation from Hwanwoong, you never got one. Instead, Youngjo got impatient and ordered all of them to leave the room at once, but not before everyone of them got to send their farewells to you. Seoho was first, placing a gentle kiss on your hand. Next came Gunhak who was a little more straightforward by reaching out and placing a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing you on your cheek. Keonhee was next, kissing your hand like Seoho had done, but then bowed graciously to you. Then came Hwanwoong who opted to give you a hug first, wrapping his arms around you and then kissing the top of your head. Lastly was Dongju, who simply placed his finger under your chin and winked at you. It was at that moment that you became very aware that you were completely at the mercy of Youngjo.

Once Youngjo was certain you two wouldn’t be disturbed, he finally turned to you and smirked at you, “We’ve been waiting to see when you would come back home.” Home? “Of course, darling. This is your home after all. Surely you’ve noticed the mark on your arm?” Youngjo asked curiously, already knowing your answer since he watched you acknowledge it minutes earlier. Also, you were fairly certain you never spoke a word to Youngjo yet, so how did he know what you were thinking? Youngjo took this opportunity to unbutton the button keeping his blazer together, removing the fabric from his body to reveal his honeyed skin to you, noticing the familiar mark on his arm except that it was far darker on his skin than yours.

You couldn’t help but admire Youngjo’s body, feeling your mouth beginning to water at the sight of his abs flexing with every step he took towards you until he was crawling on the bed with you, stopping only when his lips were centimeters from yours. “You look absolutely divine,” Youngjo whispered, leaning forward to connect his lips with yours, you immediately becoming breathless in his embrace. Youngjo smirked against your lips as he leaned into your frame, laying you down completely beneath him as he began to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip to indicate his desire and you kindly obliged, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. 

Youngjo’s lips were intoxicating as he continued to steal both your breath and sanity away, barely paying attention to where his hands were going until you felt his fingers slip into your panties and prod at your soaked hole. When Youngjo felt how wet you were, you felt him groan into your mouth as he pressed not one, but two slender fingers into you. The relaxing warmth from earlier soon became a searing heat as Youngjo pushed deeper into you, pressing his lips harshly against yours to swallow the moans that spilled from your lips. 

“Fu-fuck Youngjo,” you groaned against his lips, arching your back off of the mattress to feel as much as you could of his fingers as his thumb began to work at your clit, drawing sinful shapes into the bundle of nerves. Youngjo finally tore his lips from yours and smirked at the string of spit that connected the both of you, taking his tongue and licking his lips to break it while his gaze never broke from yours. You swore you could’ve cum from that face alone. But just as your high was building, it was quickly taken away as the feeling of Youngjo’s fingers spreading you open were quickly replaced by... well, nothing.

Wondering why Youngjo would deny you an orgasm like that, you propped yourself up to see Youngjo removing the slacks of his suit to reveal his thick cock resting in his hand. As your eyes widened from the sight, Youngjo chuckled at you while he continued to pump himself to his full length, “I didn’t want you to cum from just my fingers.” Once Youngjo was satisfied with the length of his cock, he grabbed your panties and ripped them from your body, smirking as he held the shreds of fabric in front of your face, “Oops.” You didn’t have time to scold him for ripping such a beautiful set because Youngjo managed to shut you up by sliding his cock deep inside of you.

The stretch Youngjo gave you had you arching so far off the bed that you were sure you almost broke your back, a staggered moan falling from Youngjo’s lips as he felt every ripple of your pussy. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re t-taking me so well,” Youngjo praised as he stilled against you, trying to get his bearings together before he came from just entering you. You were that addictive to him, and he was the same for you. 

Youngjo finally got it together as he kept one hand on your hip to pin you to the mattress, taking the other one to place right next to your head to keep himself upright in order to fuck you as deep as possible. Youngjo then drew his hips back, groaning out from the wetness coating his cock and the tightness of your pussy, and then slammed back into you slowly and precisely to make sure he could hit your spot the first time. He could tell that he did by the way your eyes rolled in the back of your head, earning a smirk from him as he quickened his pace on you.

You couldn’t believe the depths that Youngjo could achieve as he fucked you with so much force that you honestly thought the bed was going to break as it slammed against the wall behind you. As you were being fucked senseless, your hands struggled to find purchase on Youngjo’s shoulders, so you opted for digging your nails into his back and leaving red marks in his skin. Youngjo threw his head back from the sensation as he looked down at you with all black eyes, moaning out, “Goddamn, please do that again.” And so you dug your nails deep into Youngjo’s skin, raking your nails down his back yet again, seemingly fueling the fire burning between you two as Youngjo slammed his hips against yours even harder than before.

It didn’t take long for you to become a hiccupping mess underneath Youngjo as you screamed his name from the top of your lungs, cumming extremely hard around his cock. Your nails were dug so deep into his skin that you were sure you drew blood at this point as you continued to lose your mind around Youngjo, sobbing from the pleasure. The warmth in your body burned the hottest it had all night and you could feel yourself becoming undone the longer Youngjo pounded into you. A part of you wanted Youngjo to stop because you were feeling so good, but the other part of you wanted him to keep going because it felt so good.

“Mmm god, babygirl,” Youngjo moaned in your ear, burying his face into your neck as his grip on your hips tightened to keep you in place to take all of his thrusts the way he intended. You could feel Youngjo’s hips begin to falter, indicating that he was extremely close to cumming. As a last ditch effort, Youngjo wrapped his hand around your throat while he sunk his teeth into the other side, drawing out beautiful red flowers to mark you as his and only his. Youngjo delivered one last thrust into you and moaned out your name as he came deep inside of you, biting down again on your neck, but this time feeling him break the skin from not being able to control his hormones. 

Oddly enough, the area where Youngjo bit started to burn with the same heat you had felt when you two were having sex, immediately causing your eyes to open to see Youngjo smirking above you as he was still inside of you. He saw the look of panic on your face but simply shook his head, dismissing your silent question and wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, “I’ll explain later darling. Right now you need some rest.” Youngjo slowly slipped himself out of you and pushed his slender fingers inside your dripping hole, pushing all of his cum back to where it belonged before kissing you on the forehead, sleep immediately claiming you for the night.

What felt like hours had passed until you awoke again, opening your eyes to see that you were alone yet again, but you were in the same room as before. You slowly picked your torso off of the mattress and leaned against the headboard, trying to get out of bed but where quickly reminded that you received the hardest fucking of your life last night so walking wasn’t exactly the best idea. Instead you sat there and sighed, hoping that someone would come and check on you. 

Soon you heard the door open, revealing all six boys from last night, all dressed in their signature black velour suits. All of them looked ravishing as always as they all smiled at you, Youngjo’s smile being a lot bigger than the others as he shot you a quick wink. Expecting him to come forward, you were pretty surprised to see Gunhak walking over to you and grabbing your hand, turning it over to examine your wrist. Much to your surprise, the faded mark had darkened into what seemed to be a sword with two half circles surrounding it, the exact same mark you had seen on Youngjo the night before.

“Welcome Home.”

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Just Flirting

🧡 Summary: You've had a bit of a crush on Son Dongju, one of your younger friends, who has been flirting with you for the past few years. And during a busy day of practice and hanging out with the other members of ONEUS, you discover that you and him aren't as good at being subtle as you think.

🧡 Word Count: 2,604 words

🧡 Pairing: Reader x Son Dongju (Xion) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

🧡 Rated: E? / Warnings: Food Mention / Genre: Fluff

🧡 A/N: this took forever, my bad 😔 ily, 📷 anon! It's kinda messily written but I hope you like it 💗

You always watch fondly when Dongju's members treat him like a kid. You know he isn't one anymore, but it is sometimes extremely hard for you not to see him as the young and charming nineteen year old you met two years ago.

That doesn't mean anything to the excited, happy feelings, the bubbly feelings that bubble in your heart every time he gives you his charming smile, one you've spent almost two years trying not to fall for.

You worked with ONEUS ages ago as a backup dancer, and during that time, you grew close to and befriended them. Despite the fact that you usually don't perform with the boys anymore, you do still work at RBW as both a backup dancer for other groups as well as a trainee, which gives you lots of time to hang out with ONEUS.

In your nearly two years of being friends with ONEUS, you've watched the members grow as idols, as performers, and as friends. You have especially grown close to the maknae line. Very close. They often consider you one of them, despite the fact that you're older than all three of them. Perhaps it's because you've spent the most time with them, what with practicing dance with Hwanwoong and Dongju in your free time.

You have no idea when you started feeling a not-just-platonic attraction toward Dongju. It may have been during ONEUS's Twilight promotions, when you started helping Dongju with memorizing and cleaning up his choreographies, that you started feeling a pull in your heart, but you had tried to ignore it. Being a couple years older than him, you felt awkward about those feelings. It was just a couple years, but it still felt awkward.

But as you two grew together as friends, these past few years, and spent more time together, it became harder to pretend like you didn't have feelings for him. You're almost positive that Dongju has feelings for you as well--you've seen the way he stares at you from across the room, and often flirts with you and teases you--but you tend to try to brush it off or pretend it's just flirting without feelings.

You watch across the practice room, extremely amused as Dongju scolds Hwanwoong for treating him like a baby.

"Baby Dongju-ya," Hwanwoong teases, arm raised to poke and pinch at Dongju's cheeks. You can't help but smile as you watch, laughing with the older members. "Baby Dongju-ya!"

"I'm not a baby!" Dongju scolds, pouting. "Y/N, tell him I'm not a baby!"

You grin, tilting your head as if to think for a second. "I mean . . . I'm older than both of you. So technically, if anything, you're both babies to me."

Dongju rolls his eyes teasingly, but you can't help but smile at him. His smile really does brighten up your day, huh? You smile softly, looking over at the mirror wall of the practice room, and you catch Dongju's eye in the mirror. He blinks, shoots you a wink, and you quickly look away. If you're visibly flustered, Dongju can definitely see it in the mirror.

"Alright, kids," Youngjo says. "Back to practice. We have promotions to prepare for and a video to film next week. Throw out your garbage and let's get back to it."

Everyone moves to their feet, including you. After dusting off your pants, you place your water bottle against the wall with the boys' and stretch your arms across your body.

"Gosh, my shoulder," you grumble. "I think I slept on it wrong."

"Would our Y/Nie like a massage?" Dongju asks from the middle of the room, prepared to start practicing the routine. You wrinkle your nose at him, and he winks teasingly.

"Thank you for the offer, Dongju, but no thank you."

"Are you sure?" he asks, shrugging when you nod. "Your loss."

The seven of you have been practicing (all day, and since the members are getting ready to promote again with this choreography, you offered to help them practice--despite the fact that you all know that your presence doesn't always help with keeping everyone on track. You aren't sure when everyone's heading back to the dorm. There isn't a plan for when everyone will be heading back to their dorm, but you know it'll be late, which is why Youngjo ordered some more takeout. 

"Okay, since I ordered, who's gonna pick up the food?" Youngjo asks from where he's sitting on a foldable chair in the corner of the room.

"I can go," you say, standing from your spot on the floor. "You six need to practice for your performance. I can go."

"I can come with you, Y/N," Dongju says, also getting up. You frown, and he shakes his head. "Don't worry, I'll be staying here late tonight practicing extra, either way. I'll be fine with missing a bit of practice."

You shrug, but you're secretly happy that he's missing about half an hour of practice to accompany you in getting take-out for the group. Makes you feel . . . you can't explain it. You're grateful to spend the extra time with him.

You, looking at Dongju, nod toward the door. He smiles his annoyingly charming smile and follows you out, grabbing something and waving goodbye to the members before following after you quickly.

You and Dongju walk outside the building. It's late, but not too late. You can't see the sun at the moment, but you can tell from the color of the sky that the sun must be just above the horizon from behind the city buildings. It isn't super busy, so there aren't a lot of cars out. You can hear Dongju's footsteps behind you. The weather is a little chilly, the cool air biting at your nose and cheeks. You realize you forgot your coat in the practice room.

Ah, I'm not gonna drag Dongju all the way back upstairs, you think. It'll be fine. It isn't that cold. I'll be fine.

Dongju catches up to you so that he's walking right next to you.

"You aren't cold, are you?" Dongju asks. You blink and frown.

"Oh, me?"

He laughs a bit. "Yes you, silly," he teases, poking your cheek. "Your cheeks are all rosy and cold."

"Oh, are they?" You put your hand on your cheek, where he poked. Your cheeks are a little cold. "I mean, I am a little chilly. But it's okay." He snickers a bit, and you frown. "Ya, Dongju-ya, what are you laughing about?"

"Nothing, nothing. Here." He holds up something he's been holding this entire time. You blink, and realize it's your jacket that you thought you forgot at the practice room.

"Oh, thanks," you say, your face heating up for no reason at all. You take the jacket and pull it on over your shoulders.

"Of course, pretty Y/Nie."

The two of you walk to the take-out place. It isn't too far, and you both have made this walk before--just not alone together.

You two continue to walk together, talking and laughing together about plans for the coming week. The boys will be filming a choreography cover video soon, and have been preparing and practicing to film it. Dongju mentioned he's been feeling a little less nervous about being center, which you celebrate.

Eventually, you and Dongju arrive at the restaurant. You pick up the two bags of food from the takeout table, and as you head out, Dongju takes one of the bags from you.

"Oh, you don't have to."

"No no, I want to," Dongju says.

You grin. "Your loss."

"We're back!" you yell as you and Dongju enter the practice room, bags of food in hand. The members burst into applause, celebrating either you and Dongju's return, or the arrival of food. Probably the latter.

You set the food down on the table against the wall and stretch your arms in the air, yawning a bit. You and Dongju set up the food for easy distribution among the members, opening the boxes and setting out the utensils to use.

By the time you two are both done, your hands are both a bit sticky from whatever spilled or leaked from the food boxes, so you both dismiss yourselves to go wash your hands in the restrooms down the hall.

When you return to the practice room, the boys are already sitting on the floor, plates filled with food, except for Youngjo, who is still serving himself. It appears that Dongju hasn't returned from washing up himself. You join Hwanwoong at the table, filling your own plate with food.

"How was you guys' walk?" Hwanwoong asks, adding some more noodles to his plate. "Not too cold, was it? When I checked the weather, it said it'd be a little bit chilly."

"It was fine," you say. "Not too cold."

"No? I could have sworn someone left their jacket at home," Hwanwoong teases, bumping your shoulder a little bit.

"I did, but Dongju brought it out for me," you say.

"Oh, little Dongju did? Cute. I'm not surprised," he says, stepping back to let you get some noodles.

"Not surprised? What do you mean?"

"His feelings for you, of course. And yours for him," Hwanwoong says.

Keonhee snorts from the center of the room, and you turn to face him. "Y/Nie, do you think none of us have noticed?" he asks.

"Noticed . . . ?"

Keonhee rolls his eyes. "You and Dongju have been flirting for the past year or more. You might both be oblivious to each other's feelings, but you're so obvious to the rest of us."

You blink. "Excuse me?"

"You and Dongju's flirting is so obvious!" Hwanwoong says. He sits down, food in hand, and Youngjo gives him a scolding look.

"Hwanwoong. Keonhee. Stop teasing," Youngjo scolds. "Sorry, Y/N."

"No no. Please, tell me," you say, setting your plate aside to cross your arms over your chest. "So you've all noticed something. Some flirting. But feelings? Him for me?"

"Of course," Hwanwoong says. "Did you think you were both flirting without any feelings?"

You blink. "Well I didn't . . . Maybe I've felt . . ."

Hwanwoong raises his eyebrow at you. "Come on, Y/N. Maybe? Be honest, at least with yourself. Maybe it's more than just flirting without feelings. It is for Dongju, I know that." You pause, and nod at Hwanwoong, considering, for a second, your own feelings.

Suddenly, the door opens and Dongju enters. You quickly turn back to the food, pretending like nothing was being talked about. Nope. You and Hwanwoong and Keonhee were absolutely not talking about your not-so-secret feelings for Dongju.

"Dongju!" Hwanwoong says. "The food is ready. You should grab some before we continue practice."

"Okay?" Dongju says. You can feel his eyes on you for a second, before he walks over and grabs a plate.

The members have all filtered out of the practice room at this point to go their separate ways, either to the dorm or the recording studio or elsewhere, all but you and Dongju.

"Bend your knees a bit more, it'll let you spring off better to cover more distance next step," you advise. Dongju bends his knees more. "There you go! Now, run it through one more time and we'll be done, okay?"

Dongju goes through the choreography again, bending his knees more at the specific parts you said to, or angling himself one way a bit extra. Afterward, as you're both packing your things, Dongju offers to walk you home. At first you decline, but you can't resist his puppy-dog eyes.

You let Dongju walk you home. The walk, for the most part, is quiet. It's much darker than the walk to get food was, and a little bit chillier on your face. Thankfully, you remembered your jacket. On your own, too.

"Thanks for walking me home, Dongju," you say, nudging Dongju's shoulder. You're only a few minutes away from home now. "Ya. Next time, I'm walking you home, deal?"

He snorts. "Sure. If you remember."

"I will."

You two continue walking in almost silence for a couple minutes longer. You glance over a few times at him, and a couple times, you meet his eyes and it gives you those funny, butterflies-in-the-stomach feelings.

You think of what Hwanwoong and Keonhee had said earlier today. Consider your feelings, your flirting with Dongju. What Hwanwoong had said.

"Maybe it's more than just flirting without feelings. It is for Dongju, I know that."

"Hey Dongju?" you ask, stopping on the sidewalk.

"Hmm?" He stops, a few feet ahead of you, and turns to look at you, eyebrow raised, and for a second, you consider not asking. But you already got his attention. Might as well.

"There's something between the two of us . . . I don't know what it is, exactly, but I know you know what I mean," you say.

"What, this playful flirting thing, darling?" Dongju asks. You feel your face heat up, and almost stop breathing.

"Yes, this playful flirting thing." You inhale. "What does this . . . mean for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, are you just flirting for fun? Or are there feelings behind it?" you ask. "I just want to be on the same page here."

He stops on his tracks, and you have to turn to look at him standing in the middle of the street.

"I mean . . ." He chews on his lip a bit. "I'm not gonna say there aren't any feelings. Because that would be a lie. But . . . are there feelings for you?"

You inhale sharply, and you can't help but break into a laugh. "Perhaps. You?"

He chuckles. "Perhaps," he says, shrugging his shoulders and moving the same way you did. He's teasing you, and you know it, mimicking you as he usually does.

You wrinkle your nose at him playfully. "Perhaps. Perhaps you'd like to . . ."

Dongju raises his eyebrow. "Like to . . . ?"

"I don't know, take a step beyond just. Playful flirting? Start dating or something?"

Dongju grins a bit, and winks playfully. "I'd like that."

Your face heats up even hotter than it already is. You're sure your face must be burning by now.

He continues walking, and you follow, reminded that he's walking you home.

When you reach the doorstep of your home, you turn to say goodbye to Dongju. When you open your mouth to say something, he stops you.

"By the way, Y/Nie," Dongju says. "I did hear your conversation with Hwanwoong earlier."

You blink, face getting all hot. You're flustered. "My . . . about our flirting?"

He grins. "Yep. You two need to be less loud when talking about things like that."

"Wait, so you knew I liked you back for the whole last part of practice, plus this entire walk home, and you didn't tell me?"

He shrugs, grinning his little, mischievous smile. "I wanted to wait until you told me yourself when you were comfortable enough, silly." He leans over and plants a quick kiss on your cheek. "Good night, Y/N-ya! Sleep well!"

You blink, almost speechless, and watch as he starts to walk away. "Ya, you brat! You can't speak informally like that, Dongju-ya! I'm older than you!" you call out.

"Sorry Y/N," he says, grinning widely as he bows. You can tell he isn't sorry, but in all honesty, you're too whipped to be annoyed.

You wave goodbye, and you can't stop smiling even when he's disappeared from your sight. You're just so happy as you open the door and make your way inside into the warmer building. You're smiling so dumbly but you can't help it. You're just so happy.

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Do you want to see more screenshots and hear more about the ongoing adventures of ONEUS IN MIITOPIA? Of course you do, don’t worry about it. 

Read on.

This game is ridiculous, first of all. I played it back in 2018 on 3DS with a cast populated entirely by OCs, so I went in knowing that the relationship system in this game is unbelievably like this.

What do I mean by that? I mean stuff like this happens when a character gives another character a present, sometimes. 

This just happens. There are even relationship dynamics with the horse. 

Oh yeah there’s a horse now. 

His name is Devil and I gave him the color scheme to match. He’s a good boy. 

At some point in recent days I figured out how to remove hats, so I’m no longer cursed with POPE RAVN at all times, but I do frequently still say “POPE RAVN!!” out loud if he changes into a new set of clothes with the hat attached. 

Okay, let me just lay some random screenshots on y’all now. 

Stuff like this happens in battle. This is a mechanic. 

This is just Leedo. Also he’s dressed like a bee, don’t question it. It’s Bee Armor. 

YOU TWO. 

Keonhee’s arms look like spaghetti noodles I can’t get over it. 

You can send two characters on “outings”, which are basically dates, which increases their relationship level. I found this line hilarious. 

Seoho and Keonhee got into a jealousy fight over Leedo I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, they quarreled for two full legs of the journey because THEY BOTH LIKED LEEDO. 

WHAT IS THIS GAME. 

POPE RAVN. Another mechanic I don’t remember from playing in 2018 is this, where one character comes out to keep watch with someone else all night and it raises their relationship level. I just thought that was cool. 

There’s gameplay in this, I guess, but it really is mostly just playing with dolls. 

Presented without comment. 

This was before he gave him the photo of himself. See previous post in the v.miitopia tag. 

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? He just hid behind Keonhee and let Keonhee take the blow. 

Me, every time: “THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING”

I promise all this was only engineered insofar as I chose their class and personality type. 

Seoho just paused in the middle of the journey to give Leedo some compliments. 

OKAY that’s it for now. I hope to add Hwanwoong and Xion to the party soon. More updates later!! 

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Can you do a oneus reaction to you Being cuddly when you are tired ?? Thank you

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[Oneus] Reaction to you being cuddly when you’re tired

Ravn:

He already thinks you’re adorable as you are, but when you sleepily crawl into bed with him and wrap your arms around his body tightly to put your head on his chest he won’t know what to do with you for a few moments. He can’t exactly coo over you here and freak out, so he’ll try to stay calm on the outside and hug you back while his fast heartbeat is killing him from the inside. Even as your relationship progresses and you keep being super cuddly whenever it’s time to sleep he’ll never quite get used to you acting like that, but he will become calm enough to fall asleep with you (unlike the first time when he couldn’t sleep for a good three hours because you’re so close to him omg). Only on days when you’re especially affectionate you can see in his expression just how much you affect him, and you giggle because his heart just won’t beat at a normal pace. “Well, it’s your fault for making me this weak…” he’ll complain at your amusement, and you’ll take it as a motivation to get even closer to him.

Seoho:

It hasn’t been long since you two started dating, but you’re trying to spend as much time together as possible due to his busy schedule. He’s watching something on his phone late at night, sitting on the couch, when you walk up to him, barely able to keep your eyes open. You let your body slump down next to him and fling your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “Huh? What’s this, Y/N? Huh???” he’ll be super perplexed at first but will soon put his phone away. “Are you cold? Or do you just wanna be close to me?” he’ll ask, smiling at how cute you are. You’ll just yawn and nod your head, so Seoho takes off his sweater and lets you put it on. With sweater paws you’ll continue clinging to him, until he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. “Seems like it’s time to sleep for someone,” he’ll remark, setting you down on your side of the bed and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before crawling under the blankets together with you and hugging you tightly from behind to put you to sleep with gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders.

Leedo:

The first time you two stay up late together and you’re gradually starting to get tired and at some point put your arms around him and your head on his chest he’d get super flustered. Stuttering he’d ask what you’re doing, awkward because he wouldn’t know where to put his hands, or what to do in general. But over time he’ll get used to you being super cuddly the more tired you get, and he’ll even appreciate being your personal pillow, because it makes him feel like he can protect you. By then he’ll willingly embrace you as you snuggle up to him, brushing through your hair mindlessly and holding you close, allowing you to fall asleep while listening to his soothing heartbeat and his deep voice that will talk and sometimes sing you to sleep. He’ll always make sure to stay up longer than you, because your face as you drift off to dreamland is just too cute to him, and looking at you like that, his heart swells and he will ask himself what he ever did to deserve having someone like you so close to him.

Keonhee:

He loves cuddles and affection and any kind of attention, so the nights when you come home exhausted and crash right into his arms are secretly his favorite. Whenever he knows you’ll have a long day, he’ll make sure to have food and a fun movie ready by the time you arrive at home. So you can share dinner, then he’ll send you off to take a shower (or you’ll even take it together uwu) and then you can let the day end in front of the TV, where he’ll let you sprawl out on top of him however you like. He loves having you so close to him, holding you tightly. He’ll start drawing mindless patterns on your skin or placing chaste kisses all over your face, receiving sleepy giggles from your side. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and can relax, and if the tiredness takes the better of you and you fall asleep on top of him, somehow you’ll always wake up in your bed the next morning, still snuggled up closely to Keonhee.

Hwanwoong:

He’ll be absolutely smug about you letting your guard down as you’re very obviously trying far too hard to keep your eyes open during a late night conversation with him. “If you’re so tired we can keep talking tomorrow, baby,” he’ll tease you and pinch your cheek, to which you pout and slap away his hand with very little energy. You yawn and shake your head, then tug at his sleeve to signal that he should follow you, despite you being slightly annoyed with him. But honestly, you’re so tired that you couldn’t care less at the moment. He’ll chuckle and explain that he has to stay up a few more hours and practice, but you’re having none of it. “But cuddles…” you protest silently, and with a kiss on your cheek he’ll try to send you off to bed. However, you really want to fall asleep with him tonight, so you surprise him with a backhug, and surprised he is. There’s a visible blush on his cheeks, and he can’t stop his heart from suddenly racing because of your actions. Taking a deep breath, he’ll turn around in your embrace and return the hug. “Okay… then just for today, let’s go to sleep together.”

Xion:

He’d be just as cuddly when he’s tired and with a person who makes him feel at ease as you are, so cuddling each other to sleep is a frequent occurrence between the two of you. He loves holding you close when you’re both wrapped into a fluffy blanket in winter, warming each other. And even in summer he’ll love cuddling with you (unless you’re both dying from the heat, but even then he’ll at least want to hold your hand before falling asleep). He likes switching between being the big and the little spoon, depending on his mood. For example if he feels especially protective of you, he will hold you closely from behind and place gentle kisses in your nape and he can’t keep himself from smiling because you’re just that precious to him. But if he’s stressed or uneasy about something, he’ll appreciate you holding him, putting him to ease. He’ll whisper to you, just before drifting off to sleep, “Thank you, for being there for me.”

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[mirror-juliet]

Pet~ San X Reader X Wooyoung

The way your wine glass glimmered as you swirled it underneath the chandeliers captivated you as well as a lone vampire that had been eyeing you all night. A newborn. Though rather broad, he could easily kill you if you angered him. It excited you, his eyes shine a brilliant shade of red, daring to compare to the liquid in your hand.

You make your way over to him, skillfully pulling your dress down just enough to show more of your cleavage. His eves travel downward as you stand in front of him, much shorter than you had anticipated.

"Hello. What might your name be?" You begin to run your fingers across his tie, watching as he does everything but moan under your touch. Newborns are so hard to control, their hormones heightened.

"I-it's Gu-"

"Leedo, why don't you go talk with Keonhee?" The twerp of a vampire interrupts you two. Lightly removing your hand from so-called 'Leedo'

"Angelica, you know you shouldn't be talking to a vampire without permission first. So tell me, where are your masters? Pet." Hwanwoong asks, twirling a piece of your hair.

"You know just as well as i do that i have permission other pets don't. My name also isn't Angelica, Shortie."

You are much more eye level with Him than you were with Leedo. Your statement seems to gain a reaction from him, his brow furrowing down.

"So why bring a newborn to a clan banquet?" You bring your wine up to your lips.

"We brought two." The wine nearly shoots down your windpipe and you pull him off to the side of the room.

"What the hell is Ravn thinking?" You whisper shout to him. "The one can't be older than a moon, any sort of emotional trauma could set him into a rage."

You take another swig of your wine, an unhealthy habit you've seemed to pick up at these banquets, no thanks to Hwanwoong and his clans' shenanigans.

"Which is exactly why we couldn't have you fooling around with him. You're notorious for fucking with anyone you can. Mentally and quite literally. "The stress of this is beginning to get to me, god knows what they're feeling. I'm surprised he didn't come apart then and there." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. You guess he didn't use to smoke before these family reunion like party's. Most likely another unhealthy habit brought upon by stress.

You hold out your hand in hopes he'll let you borrow his cigarette, to which he looks at quizzically. "Will your master's get upset at me?"

"My masters don't give a damn about what i do, as long as i give them any information that i gather at these party's. Gossip, mainly; though on the not so rare chance that a scandal is happening. They reward me handsomely. Such is the life of a information fairy."

He places a fresh cigarette between your fingers, lighting it as you bring the stick to your lips.

"You sound like you need much more than a puff Angelica." You both begin to watch the party in silence, catching glimpses of your family's. The both of you are able to hide in the shadows, but when the time comes you are able to shine like the prize bunny's you are.

"Why do you wear those bracelets. They make you look like wonder woman." He asks and You look down to the silver accessories lined with sapphires.

"I think mine are much more stylish than her's." He scoffs at your joke.

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you call me Angelica." Your eyes challenge him.

"The first time i saw you, you wore a white feathered dress, your hair was curled and you had delicate jewelry. You looked like an angel. How wrong did you prove me though." His beautiful laugh reigns out softly once again.

How deeply you wanted to fall for him. It would be easy to, much easier than the weight of the jobs you had now. For a moment you think of what it would be like to be by his side rather than your own masters.

The very real weight of the bracelets bring you back.

Your delicate fingers graze over the stones. Suddenly you wish you wouldn't have finished your wine so soon.

"A mark of ownership is placed upon a pet, it's meant to honor them by giving them privileges among the clan. One is a blessing, two gains you power. But when someone is given power. They also gain.....They also"

"They also gain an unspeakable burden." A tear nearly slips through your lashes as he finished your sentence

"Only if you know how true those words are. I feel every emotion of them, though i cannot speak of my pain. Every time i do." You take off the metal, showing off a violet blight near a set of fang scars on each of your wrists.

"Oh." Is all he manages to say.

"Do they-"

"No, they don't hit me. They can't control the blight...... What other names do you have for the rest of the pets?"

Catching that you want to change subject, he comply's as you put the bracelets back on.

"Keonhee's pet, i call her klenot. She's the tall one in the tiara. He always puts her in pretty things."

"What does Klenot mean?"

Hwanwoong smirks. "It means Jewel. She always is decorated."

He points to a girl who is very small, nearly hidden behind a familiar vampire.

"That is Seonghwa's pet, though i'm sure you two already know eachother."

"I wasn't aware he had a pet. What is her name?"

"(*****) Officially, but i call her mousi."

That makes sense. I'm sure she would hide in a wall if she wasn't attached to her master like a leech.

"When did she become a thing?" You ask, keeping an eye on her. Watching as she slowly begins to stray further away from her master.

"Quite a few months ago Ravn, abandoned her. We were all sad to see her go, she was quite nice; we also didn't know what became of her. She only became a part of the group we don't talk about anymore."

Goose pimples spread across your neck.

"What group is that?" You're afraid you already know the answer.

"The pets Ravn gets bored with." You both watch as Ravn gets closer to Mousi.

"Though, he has begun to give her more attention. I don't like it."

Gears turn in your head, you decide to hand back your cigarette to Hwanwoong and make your way towards your two masters who have engrossed themselves in a conversation with Hongjoong.

You curtsy to Hongjoong first, then to your masters.

"I do hate to intrude masters but i have a bit of information i think you would find enlightening."

The three boys are now paying their full attention to you. "Speak up (y/n)" San says. Making you slightly agitated, you would have gotten to it.

"I saw Ravn drag Seonghwa's pet out of the banquet." Hongjoong nods to the two, San immediately leaving. But Wooyoung grabs your arm and whispers in your ear.

"Don't you ever smoke again. It will kill you." He says it in a tone that makes you frightened and angry. You love your masters, though you would like to have your own choices once in a while.

He follows San, you watch him leave and then Seonghwa looks around for his lost pet. "I am going to grab a drink of wine. Would you like anything, My Leader?" you curtsy once again. You don't want to get him a drink. Though it's mandatory that pets asks the clan leaders of their needs when in their presence.

"No, that will be all (Y/n) Enjoy the rest of the banquet before it ends." He smiles kindly at you. "And (Y/n) Do keep your thoughts in check. San and wooyoung feel that sting as well. Have a good night." His words are chilling, counteracting the smile he has.

The rest of the banquet is spent with Hwanwoong, making each other laugh, bitching about the jobs they had. And the highlight was watching the newborns make a fool of themselves in front of the elders. Hwanwoong telling everything they were saying, as you weren't able to hear that far.

Eventually Yeosang comes to collect you, telling you it was time to leave. The most you do to say goodbye is give a curtsy and smile.

Yeosang pulls you along by your wrist, his anxiety making him walk faster.

Living with Yeosang, you've learned to just roll with it. Knowing that he'll be fine once you get to the car.

Speaking of, your two masters stand there, both looking angry.

"I'm going to call another driver." Yeosang states before walking away, sensing the fight that would happen in the car.

"Get in." San says in a harsh tone.

You comply, getting into one of the bench seats. The two men sitting across from you. "You're crossing your arms again." San says, pushing your buttons.

"That i am." You push back by kicking your heels off, and clenching your jaw.

"Why were you with him tonight?" Wooyoung asks.

You smirk "Who? Hwanwoong?"

Wooyoungs face grows red.

"That's the fucker." He crosses his arms, the vein on his neck popping out.

"I wanted to have some fun with a newborn tonight, but he interrupted me. So i had fun with him tonight instead."

San grows a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Tell me. What.....exactly, you did with him."

This was becoming fun for you, watching the vampires become flustered and angry.

"We stood on the sidelines of the room, having a drink. Bitching about the elders."

"And smoking." Wooyoung finishes for you.

"I thought we told you no smoking." San continues.

You quickly whip up some tears and look down in your lap.

"I- I'm sorry masters. It seems i can only make you mad these days." Crying was also one of your specialties. Wooyoung moves to sit by you, taking your arms in his hands, wrapping them around him.

You both sit like that the rest of the drive home, feeling a pair of copper and yellow eyes on you.

Once home, you ask one of the maids to draw you a bath as you begin to take off your jewelry at your vanity.

The large door opens to reveal a pie charted-hair master. He walks up behind you, making eye contact through your mirror.

"Hello San. Do you need anything?" He puts his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the aches out of them.

His double colored eyes glare at you through the mirror, shaking you.

"Lady (Y/n) your bath is read- Oh. Master San." The maid coming out of your bathroom curtsy's to Your master. Quickly bowing her head.

"That will be all. Please leave us." San says in a cool tone. He begins to slide the shoulders of your dress off.

"You know, the crying will work on Wooyoung." He bends down to your ear. "But i can still see through it. We're connected first, after all.

"Go take your bath darling. I'll be waiting out here for you." San slips you the rest of the way out of your dress, taking off your guarder belt that holds your stalkings up.

You obey San, allowing yourself to relax in the hot water. The classical music playing from your room calms you enough where you doze off.

A light shaking wakes you up.

"(Y/n) You've been in here for an hour. It's time to get out." Wooyoung holds a towel out, you notice he's in casual clothes.

He helps you dry off, wrapping you in a silk robe.

The both of you enter your room to see San sitting on the edge of your bed

He beacons you closer, taking your forearms in his hands. His eyes scan over the violet blight roaming your skin.

"It's not good to talk about it. Even if it does bother you." He brings your right arm in his hand and sinks his fangs into it, sucking the blight out. Wooyoung takes your other arm, giving the same treatment.

"Why doesn't it hurt you to take it away?" You sit down on San's lap, allowing him better access.

"Because it is our venom infecting you. I don't know exactly how it works, the elders don't allow us to know that much."

The two men tuck you into your bed, crawling on either side of you. San nuzzles his head into the side of your neck, while Wooyoung gets comfortable in your chest. They wrap their protective arms around you, turning the lights off with a snap of a finger.

"We love you."

[soulangel]

Oneus Reaction to S/O Being Bullied at Work

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“If you’re just going to talk about how much you miss where you used to live, why don’t you just go back to where you came from?!” Your coworker and the work bully shouted at you, finally having enough of your talk about your old home.

You stared at them in disbelief, horror starting to seep through as you continued to look at them. “I-I’m sorry?” You asked gently, hoping you didn’t hear what they’d said.

They scoffed and glared at you, walking right passed you without another word said in your direction. You knew what they said, in fact you heard them perfectly the first time though you tried your best to ignore the words. You ended up talking to your boss along with HR that same day to see if there was anything they could do to help you. All you got from them was a “we’ll look into it. Sorry you’re dealing with this.” speech.

So after your meeting, you barely made it to your car before you immediately rested your head on the steering wheel, trying your hardest to keep from crying in the parking lot. Finally after a few minutes of tiny breaths and a session of grounding yourself, you were able to drive yourself home.

RAVN

    He was excited to finally have the day off so he could spend some time with you. He’d even gone so far as to set up your apartment in a nice romantic atmosphere with soft music playing in the background and a happy tune to his own lips as he ordered some of your favorite and delicious takeout you almost always seem to buy whenever the two of you are together. “This should do it, right?” He asked himself just as the front door started turning, indicating you coming home.     You barely made it one step in the door when amazing food wafted into your senses and you noticed familiar shoes by the door. Even though you felt like breaking down in this particular second, you tried braving your feelings and put on a fake happy face for when you’d see him, but before you could even try, there he was staring at you with such a concerned expression, there was no way you could try and get yourself out of this talk. “I just-Please just don’t ask.” You whimpered, feeling the tears immediately falling from your eyes.     He rushed up to you without any hesitation and held you in his arms silently, stroking a hand through your hair while you cried into his chest. He then slowly brought you towards the couch where he sat you down and took off your shoes for you, putting your feet on the other side of the couch when he was done. You continued sniffling softly, until he was back in the room and sitting down next to you. “If-If they don’t do-do something I’m g-gonna quit.” You said gently, curling into a ball with Ravn only able to stroke your hair and quietly wait for you to calm down.     He grabbed his phone quickly and stood up to make a call after you’d managed to cry yourself to sleep. Because what good could his idol status be if he couldn’t use some of the power to help you out at work? Even if it was just an anonymous complaint about something a specific coworker has done to his attire.

SEOHO

    You’d managed to make it home before he did, and in your haste of wanting to hide yourself so he wouldn’t see your depressed state, you forgot to pretty much do everything you normally would. You left the door unlocked, threw your shoes against the wall, tossed your coat and purse on the floor and left a trail of excess clothing starting from the door and ending at the bedroom; over shirt, leggings, socks, regular shirt, shorts. By the time you made it to your bed you were just in a tanktop and underwear crawling under the sheets with teardrops hitting the comforter.      You heard the door open and a tiny curse come from the front, but were too afraid to get out of bed, let alone call out for him. What if your voice cracked? Or you started to really cry while telling him exactly where you were hiding? “Y/N! Please tell me you’re not doing this on purpose. You know I hate seeing such a mess everywhere. Are you mad at me? What’s-oh my god, Babe?” You heard him ramble until his voice got uncomfortably close to the bedroom doorframe.     You sat up in bed, hair a mess and tear tracks all down your face. “I-I just...I’m sorry!” You wailed, hiding your face in your knees.     He gasped at your outburst and rushed to you, immediately taking you into his arms and holding you tight to him. “No no Baby don’t cry. I’m sorry I should’ve known something was up. Can you talk about it?” He gently whispered, cradling your head against his chest while quietly shushing you to calm you down.     When you explained the situation at work and what you did to try and fix the situation, he held you tighter and laid down with you, letting you bury your face in his chest. “We’ll fix this, okay? You’re not going through this by yourself. They should never have said those things to you.” He mumbled softly, kissing the top of your head.

LEEDO

    Instead of wanting to cry the moment you got home, you got extremely frustrated. So while you wanted to lay on the bed and wallow in misery, you decided you were going to scrub the place to try and get the anger out. It took you maybe 30 minutes to deep clean unlike what you thought, you must’ve gotten rid of more than just anger? Yeesh. Ah well, at least the house is now cleaned. Unfortunately though, the moment you sat down was when the imagination started to roll. You were stewing in anger once more with nothing to help calm you down until he walked through the door, a small sigh on his lips as he noticed just how clean the home was. “Babe?” He called out for you.     “In here!” You called back, angrily ripping up pieces of paper and throwing them in the trash can you placed beside you so you wouldn’t get them all over the floor you’d just cleaned.     He stepped into the room and tilted his head, practically feeling the anger coming off you from where he stood. “Okay, what happened?” He asked with a sigh, dropping his bag beside the shoes so you wouldn’t yell at him.     You tossed the paper you were still ripping into the trash can and pointed at him. “This stupid bitch at work! I’ve had it up to here with her! I hope she gets FIRED I’m that mad right now. UGH!” You shouted, jumping to your feet to start pacing the room.     He chuckled and sat down on the couch to listen to your venting and angry kicks and punches to the air as you imagined the person in front of you.

KEONHEE

    He could hear the mumbling and the crying and even the yelling through the door. It had been about 10 minutes since he got to the door, and may have been a little terrified to step through the door in case you yelled at him for something completely random. He knew you didn’t mean it, and every time you got this way you always made sure he wasn’t around to see you like this so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt him; but this was how you coped with things, and today’s bad energy was something you were trying to get out of your system before he got home. “STUPID HOE!” You finally shouted, and then there was silence.     He tentatively stepped through the door and looked around, wondering if anything was thrown around or broken? Nope, okay good you didn’t break anything. Then again you never broke anything except your heart, or made your throat really sore. “Baby? I’m home!” He called out for you, hoping you were in the living room so he could hug you.     When he didn’t get an answer, he then started looking throughout the house to see where you could be at. He was about to check the bedroom when someone landed on his back and he crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “Ooof! What the-?!” He yelped before hearing your giggling from above him.     You kissed his cheek and then got off him so the both of you could stand up. After you brushed off the imaginary dust, you latched onto him in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you so much.” You sighed, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.     He couldn’t fight you with how adorable you were being in this moment in time. Maybe he’d talk to you about your yelling later.

HWANWOONG

    You were in the process of wiping your eyes when he stepped through the door, and stopped dead in his tracks. “Babe what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked quickly, rushing to your side in barely any time at all.     You shook your head and sniffled a couple of times until you were able to speak without feeling like you were going to cry again. “J-Just some th-things at work today.....it’s nothing...” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself for security.     He watched you for a second before he took your arms away and pulled you into him, wrapping his own around your frame. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly, pulling your both to the couch.     You sighed and started into an explanation of what happened today until you managed to get to the part about where you were in the moment. “Oh hell no they didn’t do that to you. I need to go have a talk to them right-oof.” “Don’t leave right now, please?”     You wrapped yourself around him and hid in his neck, holding onto him tight so he couldn’t go anywhere. “Please.” You whispered again, biting your lip.     He smiled and rested a hand on your head. “Alright, fine. But that person will definitely be hearing some nasty things coming soon if I have anything to say about it.” He grumbled out.

XION

    You went straight to him instead of home actually. In fact you drove so fast to the studio, you almost forgot to check that you weren’t speeding to get to him. The emotions running through you were so strong that when you went to talk to the receptionist, they immediately told you where he was with a frown and sent a call up to the manager to they knew to expect you. And when they saw you, boy did that try their best to let your boyfriend talk to you.     He ran up to you as soon as he saw you and cupped your face, looking to see into your eyes. But instead of looking at him, you just hugged him to you and sighed. “I just needed to see you, sorry if I’m interrupting something important.” You mumbled into his shirt.     He pet your head and wrapped his arms around you, silently asking the group to leave you alone for a few minutes. “Do you wanna talk about it? I can ask If I can leave early today. Please don’t shut down like this, you know it doesn’t help.” He sighed out, stroking your cheek gently with his finger.     You just sighed again and leaned into his hand. “Okay, can we go home? Please?” You asked quietly, looking to the ground when your eyes started tearing up.     He immediately hugged you and kissed your head with a quick, “let’s go.” given to you. He then dragged you out to wherever his manager went off to and explained the situation, asking for the rest of the day off so he could take you home. When he was given the okay, he took your keys from you and rushed you home as quick as he could where he sat with you the rest of the night as you cried and explained what happened at work.

[onewaigu]

Vlogging

Genre : boyfriend!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Keonhee(Oneus) X Reader

Description : you loved filming vlogs of your everyday life. meanwhile your boyfriend, Keonhee, loved to be in them.

“Stop moving like that, Keonhee”, you burst into uncontrollable laughter while wheezing hard in between laughs.

Instead of acting naturally for the camera like you had specifically told him to, your boyfriend thought that it would be better if he did an aegyo relay to bring more flavour into your daily vlog. Shaking your head at his nonsense, you positioned your camera upright again to film him.

You always had a love for filming as the film major that you are. Recently, you had picked up the hobby of vlogging your everyday life just for the fun of it. You wanted to keep all the vlog entries as memories that you could look back at when you grew older. Memories that you would cherish for a lifetime.

To keep things organised, you would set a theme for every vlog you took. This time, it was supposed to have chill and laid back aesthetics. Things were going smoothly according to plan until Keonhee happened.

The two of you were taking a short walk along Han River. It was a calm Sunday after all. The weather was nice..slightly chilly, the leaves on the trees were a beautiful shade of green, and the clouds above your heads were soft and poofy.

You just had to capture the moment. You let go of Keonhee's hand that was holding yours and reached into your backpack to take out your camera. Hearing a pouty cry of protest coming from your right, you paused to raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

“What?”, you asked him cluelessly.

“Your hand was so waaarm, Y/N”, he adorably whined while looking at you with puppy eyes.

Reaching further into your backpack, you grabbed a hotpack and lightly tossed it to him.

“Here ya go”

“Gee, I really do have the best partner in the world”, he deadpanned.

Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed him on the cheek before smiling smugly at him. “You're absolutely right about that, sweetie”

He placed his hand affectionately on the spot that you just kissed and asked whether you were going to do a vlog. You nodded in response.

“Oooh lemme be in it, please”, Keonhee pursed his lower lip as he clinged to your arm.

“Sure, why not..just act natural Keonhee”

While he was preparing himself for whatever reason he needed to prepare himself, you had already pressed the record button and was filming some scenic shots of Han River.

Everything was perfect. But the second your camera panned to where Keonhee was, you couldn't keep your composure.

There he was, acting not naturally at all.

“Ah, Keonhee is shy”, he exclaimed while shielding his face away from your camera in an exaggerated manner.

He continued switching from one aegyo to another as if he had been practising for years and waiting for this very moment to come. You were left dumbfounded at his cute antics. So instead, you decided to abandon the theme you had set before and go with whatever Keonhee decided to do.

Following him around the park was fun to do, especially when people around started giving weird looks at Keonhee who was practically gracing the whole place with his presence. He was twirling around, hopping up and down like a bunny, and running around the park like a lost child. Seeing him being so carefree and unbothered left a huge lovestruck look on your face. This was the man who had your heart.

“O..okay, done”, you switched off your camera and left it slung around your neck.

Editing for you would always start in the middle of night so now you had loads of time to relax.

By the time you finished your vlog, the two of you were absolutely hungry. Thankfully, there was a convenient store nearby.

“Keonhee, do you want anything from the store?”, you turned to your boyfriend while removing the camera strap from your neck.

“Nah, it's okay I feel like ordering fried chicken”, he gave you a toothy grin while motioning to his phone.

So you left him there sitting under a tree to go to the store.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Keonhee had work the next day so he had to leave early. The two of you parted ways at the train station. He took the train on the opposite side and like a whole drama, he kept waving at you till the doors closed on him. You tried to hide your smile when his face dropped. Giving him a flying kiss, he grabbed for it and pocketed the kiss in his coat. You were the epitome of a cheesy couple.

Once you were home, you straight away went to take a nice, warm shower. It'd been a long day after all. When you finished, you sat on your bed to check on the clips you captured. But as you switched your camera on, you were left puzzled. A blank screen. You didn't remember recording a black screen.

Noticing the video icon in the corner of the screen, you clicked.

The start was full of shuffling and rustling before a gasp could be heard. Immediately, the blank screen turned into your boyfriend's face looking directly at the camera. He smiled sheepishly while scratching his temple.

“Heh, I wanted to surprise you Y/N but I forgot to remove the lens cover”, Keonhee's face was turning red in embarrassment and you could hear his lisp thickening.

You melted at his adorableness.

“So you're walking towards the store right now-”, he cut himself off.

“-oh God, you're so adorable with your little waddles”

“Anyway, I decided to make a small video dedicated to you”, his eyes looked into the camera softly.

“Y/N, I want you to know that you are the most wonderful person I've ever met. Remember the time when we first bumped into each other at school? That was absolutely planned, not on my part though. I had a crush on you but was too scared to ask you out. So Hwanwoong decided to push me in your direction when you were walking towards us. I'm sooo sorry you fell on your face. I made sure Hwanwoong got a scolding of his life from Yonghoon-hyung”

You let out a soft chuckle as you looked back at the memory. That fall made you hit your face hard. But you didn't want to make Keonhee feel bad so instead..

“I was slightly freaked out when you started laughing your head off with your face still on the floor”

“That's when I was really glad Hwanwoong did what he did because without him, I would've never plucked up the courage to go speak to you”

“I love you with all my heart, Y/N..please know that. I gotta end this soon because I can already see your bald head from here”, he laughed at his own joke.

You weren't bald. You just had short hair hiding under your beanie.

[a/n]

dude has my freaking heart 😫✊

[old-read-all-about-kpop]

hi bb could I please request a scenario with oneus' keonhee, something like you're friends with the oneus boys for a while and he has to build up the courage to confess and it's all cute and stuff 💙💙💙 ily

A/N: Love you too sugar! 💓 I can already visualize what the setting is gonna be & everything! Aww this is gonna be good! I hope you enjoy reading it darling!

Genre: Fluff

You and the boys were riding to the amusement park. It was the boys’ day off and, as a celebration for their successful debut, they chose to go to the park. And, with you being a close friend of theirs, you were invited.

Today, you weren’t hanging with Oneus. Instead, you were hanging out with regular young men who you’ve known since senior year of high school. One young man, in particular, you weren’t close to was Lee Keonhee. Despite being around each other for a year and some change, this boy was still awkward around you.

Honestly, it was starting to worry you. It caused you to think that he didn’t really like you but instead tolerated you since his members liked you. You tried not to let the thought manifest into reality but, how Keonhee has been interacting with you lately has caused you to believe in your silly thinking.

“We’re here!” Ravn shouted excitedly.

You all perked up like meerkats at the news. Your mouths dropped in awe at the sight of rollercoasters that were high enough to break your neck from trying to see the top.

You all piled out and started making plans on what rides to get on first. You made your way to the entrance of the park, tickets in hand.

“I want to go on the Viking first!” You exclaimed. Your eyes drifted to Keonhee, who happened to be walking next to you.

“What ride do you wanna go on first, Keonhee?” You smiled up at him.

His body seemed to tense when he made eye contact with you. In a hushed tone he said, “I don’t care. I have no preference.” He then hurried his stride, choosing to walk next to Seoho.

You deflated a bit. You'd be lying if you said you weren’t hurt by Keonhee’s sudden departure. It was as if you had a disease that he was strongly trying not to catch.

“Everything okay, y/n?” Leedo asks softly, looping an arm around your neck.

You sighed heavily. “It’s Keonhee. I’m starting to think he only tolerates me for you guys’ sake.”

Leedo chuckled incredulously. But, once seeing your melancholy facial expression, his smile dropped. “Wait. You’re serious?”

“Well, yeah, Geonhak. I didn’t just pull it out of my butt.”

Leedo then looked off into the distance. But, little did you know, he was glaring at Keonhee’s back.

He then placed his attention back onto you, his smile reassuring. “Don’t worry about it too much, little sis. Let’s just have a fun day today.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. But it didn’t reach your eyes.

You guys reached the Viking ship ride. You clapped your hands excitedly. Of course the boys would listen to your suggestions first. You were like their little sister. They made sure to always keep you in mind before themselves.

You couldn’t help but let out a squeal as the operator opened the gate. “I’m so excited!”

You glanced around at the boys. Hwanwoong, Seoho, and Xion were right behind you. You saw Ravn, Leedo, and Keonhee behind them. Your view was obstructed, causing you to be unable to know what they were doing.

As you guys were getting on, all the boys sat behind you. You looked at them questionably as you were left by yourself.

Before you could say anything, Keonhee sat down next to you. Leedo sat on the outside.

You quirked an eyebrow at the situation. Keonhee was the last person you expected to sit next to you. You were sure he didn’t want to be anywhere near you.

He glanced at you. When catching your eye, he gulped noisily. Your gaze was definitely doing something to him.

As the ride started, you noticed Keonhee gripping the bar tightly. You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh. The ship hadn’t even gained speed and already this man was holding on for dear life.

“If the bar isn’t enough you could hold onto my hand,” you said, jokingly.

Keonhee looked at you with wide eyes. “Really?” His voice held relief as if you read his mind.

You weren’t expecting this response at all. You blinked at him before speaking. “Yeah...”

As the ship starting getting higher, Keonhee let out a yell. He quickly seized your hand, gripping tightly.

“Hey! I said you could hold my hand, not crush it!” You said, laughing. In actuality, you didn’t care how tight he held your hand. Feeling the warmth of his large hand seep into the skin of your smaller one had your heart doing somersaults.

Keonhee didn’t hear what you said, though, due to his yells being so loud. You soon fell over, leaning your head against his shoulder, from the amount of laughter that was erupting from your body.

You guys finally got off the ride. Keonhee’s face was flushed. You patted his arm, feeling slightly sympathetic. Your hands were still linked, but neither of you cared to notice.

“You want to get some water? Or lemonade?” You asked.

He nodded his head vigorously, prompting you to lead him to the nearest stand that offered such beverages.

Once you two had your own refreshments in hand, you realized the others were gone. You searched frantically for any sign of them.

“Wow, it seems that the others ditched us.” You sipped on your lemonade, shrugging. “We’ll find them eventually.”

“Could we not until much later?” Keonhee inquired.

You knitted your brows together. “Huh? Why?”

Keonhee sat back on the bench y’all took rest in. He huffed as he scratched the back of his neck. “I’d just like if we spent time together. Without the others.”

You found yourself in a whirlpool. You were hit with waves of confusion, nervousness, and excitement. Was it possible that Keonhee actually liked you the way you liked him?

Not wanting to get your hopes up, you decided to throw out the assumption you’ve had since the day this young man grew awkward around you. “I thought you disliked me.”

Keonhee looked at you as if you offended him. “What in the world would make you think that?”

Feeling silly all of a sudden, you bit your lip. “Well, you barely engage in conversation with me. And once we got here you were quick to get away from me as if I had fleas.”

Keonhee groaned exasperatedly. “Trust me, even if you were to have fleas, I would never leave your side. Believe it or not.”

“Then why the weird mannerisms? We’ve known each other for over a year, Keonhee, but yet I feel as of lately we’ve been nothing more than strangers. Or acquaintances.”

“Believe me when I say I never meant for you to feel like that. I want our relationship to be more than that.” He was focusing on you. His eyes were trained on your face like a high-def camera.

You, happy to hear such words from Keonhee, you decided to quickly let your inner doubt/turmoil go and focus on the day ahead.

“So we’re friends?”

“No.” His face held firm, causing you to freeze. The inner turmoil you endured returned with revenge.

Keonhee sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair. He then seized your hands. His thumbs rubbed them tenderly. Your heart pounded harder.

“Listen. Y/n, I have liked you ever since I met you. I thought you were beautiful then, and now you became breathtaking. I’m sorry that I became so awkward towards you. I just didn’t wanna risk saying anything stupid. Or start rambling like an idiot...like I am now.” He smiled bashfully as he looked down.

You giggled. One reason being because of Keonhee’s cuteness; the second reason being because of the way your brain had created such absurd conclusions. To think that Keonhee didn’t like you.

With a shy smile on your face, you peered at the sweet boy in front of you. You planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, prompting him to look at you with shock.

“Come on,” you said, standing up. “Let’s enjoy this day together.”

A bright smile took over Keonhee’s face as he quickly took hold of your hand. You two then bee-lined it to the closest ride you could find, beginning your journey toward laughter and happiness. Oh, how jumping conclusions could bring you to the right conclusion.

A/N: Wow this became longer than expected. But I’m content with how it turned out. I hope you enjoyed it lovely! 🤗 It was a joy writing it.

[starlit-serenade]

Along the Red Thread | Chapter 1

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 1: 1,991 words

🧣 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju/Xion; a couple of OCs;

🧣 Rated: T / Warnings: Mentions of divorce (Y/N’s parents); Mentions of abuse (physical); Instances of abuse (non-physical); Mentions of child abuse; Swearing / Genre: Angst; Fluff; Soulmate!AU (Red Thread of Fate); ChildhoodBestFriends!AU; Happy Ending;

《 Boy Group Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Series Masterlist 》

You see your father waiting at the entrance of the airport as you exit baggage claim. You haven't seen him in a long time, especially not alone, but he looks almost the same as he did when he moved here to Korea with his wife, who now stands beside him, waiting for you. She looks to be almost half your father's age, but you don't say anything. 

Several years ago, two years before you entered high school, your parents divorced, and later your dad moved to South Korea with his Korean wife. Since then, he would visit your home once a year, for a week at a time on your birthday. But you've never been to Korea before now.

You had a friend when you were younger who was from Korea. But a year after your parents split, he moved back home to Korea. You fell out of contact soon after, but you often wonder how he's doing.

You approach your father. Your height difference has changed significantly since you last saw him. You're now much closer to his height than you were before. His wife, a Korean woman you met once when he introduced you so many years ago, before he moved to Korea. You don't remember her name very clearly. It started with an S, maybe? Or a J? Something like that. Her black hair is cut in a short bob, and her smile is soft, almost insincere. A little boy you didn't notice stands beside her, looking up at you curiously.

"Hi, Y/N," your father says, giving you a hug. You return it, uncomfortably, and then pull away. You smile in an attempt to placebo yourself into feeling more comfortable, but it doesn't work. "How was your flight?" 

"Fine," you say. "A bit bumpy, but not too bad.

"Have you met my wife?" he asks, placing his hand on his wife's back. You shake your head.

"Hello, I'm Sooyeon," your step-mother says. She shakes your hand, then directs your attention to the little boy beside her, who is now hiding behind his mother's legs. "And this is Sunho."

You bend down to Sunho's face level, in sort of an uncomfortable squat. "Hello," you say, your voice softer. He waves with his tiny hand.

"How old are you?" you ask. His mother, Sooyeon, translates to him. He must not speak English. Or maybe he just isn't fluent. Sunho  raises his hands up to you, showing five fingers on one hand and his thumb on the other.

"Oh, six?"

"Yes, he's six years old."

You nod. Sunho smiles at you proudly, and he smiles back, still hiding behind the cloth of his mom's skirt.

"He's shy," Sooyeon explains.

Your father directs you out of the airport to his car. You sit in the back with your half brother, Sunho, while your dad and step-mother sit in the front and passenger seats. The ride to their apartment is quiet except for Sunho, who giggles as you make silly faces at him. At the same time, you watch the buildings zip past.

You haven't seen your father in about a year, but he's barely spoken to you since you've arrived, other than introducing you to his wife. You don't know if you should be surprised.

You reach the apartment, and your father helps bring your stuff inside. He shows you to your room. It's empty, and blinding white, as if they just had it cleaned this morning. You walk over to the bed to stand in the center of the room. It feels so empty and plain and large, compared to your small room at your home.

"Y/Nah," your dad says from the doorway. You turn to him, slightly startled by his voice. You've been here in Korea for a few hours and you still aren't used to his voice yet. "Sooyeon is going to have dinner ready in about half an hour. Does that sound good?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Y/N . . ." You look up at your father questioningly. "I'm happy to see you."

You nod, unsure of whether you feel the same way. There are reasons you live with your mom full time and only see your father once a year.

Your father closes the door as he leaves you alone to take in the room on your own. You set your bag aside and open the closet to find it empty. Since you'll be here for two months, you are expected to use the room as you wish. You don't have enough clothes to fill the closet yet in your suitcase, but you wouldn't be surprised if you collect additional clothes during this trip.

You put away all of your things, hanging up your jacket and putting away your shirts and pants. You stare at the bed. It's so clean that you almost don't want to lie down. But you're tired from the plane ride and the emotional exhaustion of meeting your father for the first time in forever. But also, Sooyeon is making dinner for the four of you, so you can't sleep, because that would both be rude to her and would also mess up your sleep schedule for the next two months.

With somewhere between ten and twenty minutes left before dinner--you haven't been keeping track--you decide to sit down on your bed and scroll through the internet and think.

You think about how you used to come to school and tell your friend, the Korean kid--gosh, you wish you could remember his name, he was so nice, but it was so long ago--about what happened at home the day before. You would tell him about how you couldn't sleep because your parents were screaming at each other again, or you would tell him about how your father hurt you or locked you in the basement as a punishment.

You sigh. Aren't parents supposed to be the adults you look up to? The ones who you learn from? Aren't parents supposed to be an example of a healthy relationship? But instead, all you saw and heard was screaming and violence. You grew up being afraid of your own safety, and wondering if watching your mother being hit or threatened was normal.

You frown. The more of that you saw, the more and more you gave up on the idea of a relationship. It was what love was supposed to be--doors slamming, screaming every night--you didn't want it.

Why did you want to come here and spend two months in Korea with your father again?

Right. You wanted to try to mend your relationship with him. Why? Because he wanted you to. And you knew that, if it didn't end up working out, you are now old enough to get a room at a hotel to stay safe if needed.

You sigh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you should go back home and--

"Y/N?"

You look at the door. Sooyeon, your step-mother, has opened the door just enough to poke her head inside the room. You must have been so deep in your thoughts to not hear her open the door.

"Yes?" you say, your voice light as you pretend to be happy and excited to be here and see her.

"Dinner is ready," she says.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Sooyeon. I'll be there in a minute."

"Of course. And please, call me Eomma," she says, smiling widely. You nod, though you aren't very comfortable with calling her the Korean word for mom. You already have a mom who raised you alone for the past six years. Why would you call this woman who you barely know cmom" when you don't see her as that? When you already have a mom that raised you alone? You'd rather call her Miss. Sooyeon.

"Thank you, Eomma," you say anyway. You're afraid that, if your dad finds out you're being disrespectful or disobedient, you'll get in trouble.

She disappears from the doorway, closing the door as she leaves, and you sigh. You're already so emotionally drained by being here, and you still have two months left.

You swing your legs off of the bed and stand up. All you have to do is get through dinner and then you can go to bed and sleep. Maybe in the morning, you'll feel better about being here.

You walk over to the dining room. Your father is sitting at the table, which has been set with table mats, plates and silverware. Sooyeon stands next to him, and Sunho sits across from him. He smiles at the sight of you and points to you. Your father and Sooyeon both look at you at the same time. They both smile widely, but their smiles don't make you feel comfortable. So you just smile at Sunho instead and sit next to your father while Sooyeon sits next to Sunho.

"So Y/N," Sooyeon says, halfway through the meal. "What do you like to do?"

You blink. How do you answer that? You don't know this woman. You don't know if she's genuinely asking because she's genuinely curious, or if she wants information for something, or if she's going to judge you and criticize you, or if--

You shake yourself. These are your trust issues speaking. Maybe you should just answer her like a normal person without trust issues would.

"I listen to music. And I play some video games. I read and draw a lot. I just finished my freshman year of college, so it's difficult to focus on my hobbies as much as usual," you say, sipping from your glass of water.

"Oh? What kind of music do you listen to?"

You squirm in your chair. All of these questions being shot at you are starting to feel like an interrogation, and it makes you feel anxious.

"I, uh, listen to many types of music," you stutter, your voice quiet from the internal stress.

"Y/Nah, don't mumble," your dad scolds loudly from next to you, causing you to jump in your chair. You're still not used to his voice, and him scolding you for the first time in years isn't helping at all.

"Sorry, dad," you mumble, ducking your head. 

"Answer your Eomma's question," your dad says, leaning toward you,  and you wince at him speaking so close to you. His voice is loud, demanding, and booming. The same that you remember, back when he would shut you in the garage or closet when you were twelve.

You take a deep breath.

"I listen to many types of music. Not a specific type, really." You can feel two pairs of eyes on you. Your father and Sooyeon are staring at you, while Sunho just continues eating. "Eomma," you add. Your father leans back in his chair, and you wish you could feel that relaxed.

You had expected that he might have changed in the past seven years. You'd hoped he'd become less violent and scary.

It seems he hasn't.

He's almost the same as you remember.

Loud, angry and intimidating. His presence demeaning power and attention from the rest of the room.

"You're in college, right?" Sooyeon asks.

"Yes," you confirm.. "I just finished my first year."

"And how was your first year of college?" she asks.

"Fine."

She nods, and doesn't ask anymore questions. You wonder if you made it clear enough that this is a topic you aren't interested in talking about with her.

You finish your dinner in silence. Your father allows you to wash your dishes before you head to your room to say goodnight.

You sit on your bed, considering the past few  hours you've spent here in Korea. It's not bad. The city is nice. The bed is comfortable.

But none of that really erases the memories of your parents screaming through the walls, the fear and pain you endured for several years and the loneliness you endured for several more years.

Really, you're not here for fun. You're here to mend a broken relationship that you're not even sure is worth salvaging.

[starlit-serenade]

Starry-Eyed Smile | Chapter 4

⭐ Summary: You practically grew up with Youngjo, attached at the hip, two peas in a pod. You did everything together. At some point, both of your feelings became more than platonic, and you both knew it. Everyone knew it. But neither of you have had the courage to do anything about it.

⭐ Chapter 4: 1,917 words

⭐ Pairing: Reader X Kim Youngjo (Ravn) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

⭐ Rated: E / Warnings: I talk too much about Youngjo’s smile / Genre: Fluff; BestFriends-To-Lovers; Angst; Love Triangle if you squint; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

This morning, you went to work early. But after work finally ended, you are on your way to RBW to congratulate ONEUS on their comeback. You'd listened to the album as soon as it came out the other evening. You had wanted to text Youngjo--and the other members--to tell them how much you loved it, but you figured they'd be too tired to talk. So you decided to wait until tonight instead.

You blink. You haven't talked to Youngjo since he came over to your apartment the other day, when you had accidentally and impulsively kissed him on the cheek. He had sent a series of kiss emojis after, but other than that, you and him kind of ended on unknown terms. You think things are fine, but you can only guess.

You arrive at RBW and walk upstairs, wondering where you might be able to find the members. You start by heading upstairs and going to their usual practice rooms. The first practice room is empty and the lights are out. You can hear music from the next practice room, so you decide to check there.

You knock on the door, and the music stops. The door opens, and a trainee stands there smiling. You don't know her name, but you recognize her. You don't know where from. Perhaps you met in the hallway once. Or the lunch room.

"Oh, Y/Nie," she says, and you feel bad for not knowing her name. "If you're looking for any of the ONEUS members, they're in Ravn's recording studio. I think they're monitoring their performance from earlier today."

"Oh, thank you," you say, smiling. "Bye!"

"Bye!"

You make your way toward the recording studio, walking through familiar hallways. There are few people around the hallways right now. Most of the employees should be home right now, as it's later in the evening. Everyone here should be working and doing things in rooms.

You stand in front of the door to the recording studio and take a deep breath. Last time you saw Youngjo, you kissed him on the cheek impulsively. Then you think back further. Last time you saw Seoho, you rejected his confession. He had said you were still friends, but you worry that things might be weird.

You place your hand on the doorknob and brace yourself. If someone were to come into the hallway, they'd just see you staring at the door for much longer than necessary. You need to go inside. That's why you came, isn't it? To congratulate them on their comeback.

You open the door quietly and stand right inside the doorway. You see all of the ONEUS members sitting around the table at the other end of the room. Youngjo is sitting farthest from the door, his eyes on the computer on the table along with everyone else's, their performance playing on screen.

Seoho looks over at you, the only one to notice you entering. He smiles at you, waves, and then taps Youngjo's shoulder. Youngjo looks at him, and Seoho gestures over to you. Youngjo follows his gaze until his eyes fall on you, and a wide smile spreads across his face, making you feel warm and happy inside.

Seoho nudges Youngjo with his shoulder and says something to him. Youngjo nods, says something, and stands up, smiling at you as he walks over quickly and hugs you tightly, lifting you up a bit as he squeezes you tight.

"Hi," you say, hugging him back.

"Hi, Y/Nie," he says as he sets you down and avoids your eyes, but you don't miss his nervous energy and his smile.

"Cute!"  Keonhee coos. "They look like a couple."

"Get married already!" Hwanwoong yells.

"Can we go outside?" Youngjo asks. You tilt your head curiously.

"Sure," you say. "Why?"

He looks you in the eyes and slides his hand into yours. You swear your heart skips a beat as you allow him to pull you into the hallway. He closes the door behind him and looks around to ensure that the hallway is empty. After a moment, his gaze settles back on you as his hands settle to hold both of yours.

"Hi," he says again, almost breathlessly. And you feel like the sight of him is also breathtaking. His hair and makeup are done up for a performance, since the group just finished up performing earlier today.

"Hi," you say again. "What's happening?" you ask, gesturing to the scenario. He laughs a bit.

"Honestly, I don't know how to answer that," he says. He pauses, thinking of something to say. "Have . . . have you listened to it yet?"

"The album? Yeah," you say. "It's amazing, Youngjo. 'To Be Or Not To Be' is gorgeous. They all are. You guys seriously outdid yourselves. And I knew you'd do amazing."

He smiles and squeezes your hands. It's not like he's never done this before. Growing up together as best friends, you're used to it. But here and now, it feels more intimate than usual. "I couldn't have done it without my best friend and members by my side," he says. 

You smile. He's staring at you so deeply and affectionately, you swear you can see stars in his eyes. Unconsciously, you weave your fingers into his.

"Y/N," he says, inhaling sharply. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah?"

"I mean--" He pauses, glancing around the hallway to make sure, once again, that you two are the only ones in the hallway. "Do you . . . want to go somewhere more private?"

You shake your head. "No one else is out here, Youngjo. If you want to, we can, though."

He shakes his head. "No, no. It's okay." He looks anxious, so you squeeze his hands gently to reassure him. "Y/Nie. We've been friends since we were kids."

You laugh a bit. "Youngjo, is this a confession?"

His ears go bright red, and he laughs a bit. "Maybe . . . ?"

"Well, if it was a confession, I would tell you I feel the same."

He smiles, his hands lifting to wrap around your waist and pull you against him in a hug. "Good. Then this is a confession."

"Well then, Youngjo," you say. "I feel the same way."

He smiles, humming. "So will you be mine?" he asks, and you swear your heart melts.

You nod excitedly. "Yeah. Yes."

He smiles widely and brightly. Earlier, you could see stars in his smile, but now you can see the entire Milky Way in his eyes.

He looks like he's about to say something, but you're interrupted by the door next to you opening suddenly.

You and Youngjo jump back away from the door as Seoho and Keonhee poke their heads out to look at you.

"You finally did it!" Seoho cheers, clapping excitedly. "You finally confessed!"

"Were you two listening through the door the whole time?" Youngjo asks, his tone scolding.

"Well . . ." Keonhee says, "All five of us were listening."

Youngjo rolls his eyes. "You kids. Go back inside, we'll be a couple more minutes."

The two disappear back into the room, snickering, and Youngjo rolls his eyes.

"I suppose those two deserved to spy and listen," Youngjo sighs. "After all, if it wasn't for Seoho, I wouldn't have had the courage to confess today."

"What?" You frown. Seoho? "What do you mean?"

"Well, after I came home from your house the other day, I found Seoho was still awake. I told him about what happened, you kissing my cheek and everything." You feel your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as he continues. "He told me I have to confess to you next time I see you. Seoho insisted that you felt the same."

"Oh." You nod, smiling to yourself. You think back to when Seoho confessed to you, and after you told him you liked Youngjo instead, he said he'd help and support you. The first thing he did after was get Youngjo to confess to you. "That's . . . sweet of him."

"I know. He's a good friend," Youngjo says, smiling. "Shall we go inside?"

"Sure."

Youngjo takes your hand and you re-enter the room, Youngjo following closely behind. You wave at the five members sitting around the table, who are all smiling smugly at you.

"Hi guys," you say. "Congrats on the comeback! It's so amazing!"

"Thank you, Y/Nie," Geonhak says.

"Are you and Youngjo finally together now?" Dongju asks excitedly. He notices your hand holding Youngjo's and smiles wider, clapping. "You are! I always knew it'd happen!"

You feel your face heating up from embarrassment, but Youngjo gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You look over at him, and he's smiling softly at you.

"Do you want to watch our performance from earlier?" he asks. You nod, and he has you sit in his chair, next to Seoho while he stands next to you. He unpauses the video and you watch them dance on stage. Through the video, Youngjo moves over to the other side of the group to watch from a different perspective, smiling over at you every few seconds.

Partway through the video, you nudge Seoho softly with your elbow.

"I heard you talked Youngjo into confessing?" you whisper. He nods. "Thank you. You know, you didn't have to do that. After what happened the other day . . ."

"Y/Nie," he says, quietly enough for only you to hear. "I told you I'd help you. And honestly I love you and Youngjo both as my friends, regardless of my feelings for you. What could be better than two of my best friends being happy together?" he says. You're speechless. How can you respond to that?

"Thank you, Seoho," you say. You breathe in, wanting to ask the question that's been on your mind. "Does Youngjo know?"

"That I like you? No. I couldn't tell him." Seoho shakes his head. "It would make him feel somewhat conflicted about being with you. But you and Youngjo are perfect together. Really, you two being happy makes me happy. I'll happily be both of you guys' wingman."

You laugh a bit. "Thank you, Seoho. I appreciate it."

The video ends, and Youngjo returns to your side. He hugs you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head. As the other members start talking about the stage--what went well and what they need to work on--Youngjo pulls you out of the chair and leans against the wall, his hands holding yours tight as he stares at you like you're the only person in the room besides him.

"Hey," he hums, smiling brightly. His eyes are sparkling. "You know . . . we haven't gone on a first date."

"I agree. But, I mean, technically we've only been together for a few minutes," you say. He laughs.

"I know. But we've known each other our entire lives. And I've liked you for way too many years. I want to go on a date with you," he says, a playful pout on his lips.

"Me too. We should go on one early tomorrow morning, before your scheduled day," you say. "We can go to that ice cream shop we went to on your thirteenth birthday," you suggest. "And then we could go for a walk or something."

"That would be lovely," Youngjo hums. You look up at him, meeting his eyes. His smile is as bright as the sun, and you really can see galaxies, the Milky Way, all of the stars in the sky there, settled in his eyes.

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 1

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 1: 2,386 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing, Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst (Later in the fic), Friends-To-Lovers, Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You knock on the door of the dance studio, carrying a bag of take-out in one hand and your phone in the hand that knocked on the door. You had earlier texted the group chat to alert the boys that you were on your way with lunch, and Youngjo responded with an "okay" and series of emojis.

The door opens, and you are met with Youngjo, smiling brightly at you with his phone in hand. You can see the other five members behind him, all staring in your direction while sitting on the floor. 

"Hey Y/N!" Dongju calls out before Youngjo can say anything, waving at you.

Dongju is the closest to your age in the group, the member you had befriended five years ago, before ONEUS's debut. He had been the one to introduce you to the rest of the group.

"Hey Dongju," you say, waving back. "Hey everyone!" Youngjo opens the door to let you enter the practice room. Keonhee grabs the plastic bag of takeout from your hand, sets it down on the floor, and starts taking the food out, while Geonhak, who was sitting closest to the door, quickly stands up and helps you get your coat off and folds it to set it aside for you.

"Thank you," you say to Geonhak. "It's raining outside."

"I can tell," Geonhak says, laughing. "Your hair is dripping. I should come with you next time to help you bring us food."

"What song were you guys practicing?" you ask, sitting down between Dongju and Geonhak. Geonhak sits down in his spot, helping Keonhee set all the food up.

"We were practicing A Song Written Easily," Seoho says. You sigh, smiling softly, thinking of the pretty song, which came out about three months ago. You've always admired the music, the raps, the vocals, the choreography of the song. It might not be your favorite song, but it is still a masterpiece.

"Oh, I've always wanted to learn that choreography," you say dreamily. "It's always so pretty to watch and rewatch your performances."

"You watch our performances?" Geonhak asks, turning to face you with an eyebrow raised, and you nod.

"Of course. I watch them almost every day, when I have time. I'm your friend, I want to support my friends," you say.

"Y/Nie, that's so sweet," Youngjo says.

"The choreographies are so pretty, I've always wanted to learn them," you continue.

"We could teach you sometime!" Hwanwoong says cheerfully. "Which choreographies do you want to know most, Y/Nie?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know. A Song Written Easily or Valkyrie, probably," you say. If you were to be honest, you would have listed every single one of their songs with choreographies, but that would be unrealistic.

"We still have practice for another two hours after our lunch break, you can watch us practice if you want," Geonhak suggests.

You nod, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

After the boys have finished eating the food you brought them--Dongju gave you a bit of his food--you hang out with them for half an hour.

"What choreographies do you know already, Y/N?" Seoho asks.

"Mostly girl group choreos," you say shrugging. "Especially because TWICE's and SNSD's songs are so catchy. I know a few Pentagon and BTS choreos."

"Oh? Do you know the choreo of Pentagon's Shine?" Seoho asks, and you nod. "Show us."

While he plays Shine from the speaker, the two of you do the choreography together while the others watch, laughing, clapping and singing along. After you've finished, you're sweating and panting. Seoho  as a K-Pop idol, is used to this workout. You, on the other hand, are not a K-Pop idol. You can barely call yourself athletic. Of course you're out of breath from doing the shoot dance.

"Good job," Seoho says, patting your back as you sit back down next to him. "You would make a good trainee."

Geonhak nudges you, and offers me an unopened plastic water bottle.

"Thank you," I say, taking it and downing the water.

"Y/N, what other choreos do you know?" Hwanwoong asks. An idea pops into your head, and you stand up on achy, tired legs.

"Just one. Let me get my phone out," you say, opening your phone and opening YouTube. You start typing in the search bar, 'Leedo 5G'.

The music starts playing, and the members except Geonhak and Youngjo start laughing, before getting to their feet and joining you in the dance. Hwanwoong and Seoho imitate the deep voice while Dongju, Keonhee and you just imitate the dance. Geonhak is pretending to cover his eyes as he laughs in embarrassment. Youngjo is laughing while watching, mouthing along with the song.

After the song ends, you all sit back down in your spots next to Geonhak, laughing off your joy and amusement.

"I should have quit all those years ago," Geonhak murmurs, but he can't hide his smile from you. "I hate you all."

The boys resume their practice of A Song Written Easily. They move in sync, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they dance. You're seated with your back against the wall, your computer on your lap for work.

After about half an hour, you set your computer aside and watch the boys practice. They move so beautifully, you can tell it takes years of hard work and passion.

You've sat in on many of their practices within the past few years, but they still never fail to make you smile. It's like watching a painter work on their work in progress. You know it's going to be a masterpiece in the end, but there's a strange joy or honor in watching them create and perfect the piece. You see the piece when it's nothing, when it's a masterpiece, and everything in between.

After they've finished practicing, they all wander around the room, wiping sweat off of their foreheads and grabbing at their water bottles, talking about plans for after practice. Youngjo, Keonhee and Seoho are talking on the other side of the room, while Dongju and Hwanwoong are messing around in the corner. Geonhak, sweating, walks toward you. You grab Geonhak's bottle, the closest to you against the wall, and hand it to him as he approaches.

"Ah, thank you," he says, smiling gently as he sits down next to you. You admire his figure. He’s so large. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, and his skin glistens with sweat. He dabs away at his neck and cheeks with a towel. "What?" he asks you, eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

"Huh?"

"You're staring," Geonhak murmurs, just barely loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough for the others to hear while milling about the practice room. You blink before looking away, but you can hear him laughing gently.

"Hey Geonhak," Youngjo calls out, drawing Geonhak's attention away from you before you can even think of a response. "The rest of us have to quickly help Seoho re-record for a song, come with us."

"Okay. We'll be back soon, Y/N," Geonhak says, waving goodbye. You wave back, smiling as he closes the door behind him.

You stay in the room alone, glancing at yourself anxiously in the large mirror, which stretches from floor to ceiling, end to end of the wall and curves somewhat to the adjacent walls. It probably helps the members watch their stance from more than one angle when they practice. 

After a moment of considering what you can do to fill the silence, you push yourself to your feet and stand in the center of the room, in front of the mirror. You think back to the start of the A Song Written Easily choreography, and absentmindedly stand sideways in Geonhak's position.

You sigh, walk over to your computer and place it in front of the room, so that it’s set up against the mirror with the Weekly Idol Leedo clip of A Song Written Easily playing on full screen as you clumsily attempt to copy Geonhak's movements. You find it's not as easy as he always makes it seem, his movements confident and intentional and elegant, while your movements are stiff, clumsy and awkward, and you almost fall over several times.

How does he keep his balance? you wonder, frustrated as you restart the song for the fourth time, despite having only gotten twenty seconds into the song.

This time, you clumsily make it all the way up to the start of Geonhak's rap verse, about thirty seconds into the song. At the sound of his voice, you freeze up, watching in awe. His moves aren't elegant and flowy during his rap, but they're intentional and beautiful nonetheless. His body control is impressive.

Because he's a dancer.

"Wow . . ." you murmur. You wait until after his verse has ended to restart the song and try again.

You follow his moves as closely as you can, but you end up stumbling getting lost.

"Ah, damn it . . ."

"You're a bit ahead of the beat."

Startled, you whip around at the sound of a familiar deep voice, and Geonhak is standing at the back of the room. He’s leaning against the wall, a pleasant smile on his face as he watches you.

"I, uh, what? I mean--I'm sorry?" Your words come out in a jumbled mess as you bend down to pause the music.

"During Dongju's part, you lose your balance and move a bit too fast. You get lost right before Keonhee's part. I recommend you slow the song down to half speed when you practice at home."

You stare at him blankly.

"You're doing my part," he remarks.

"Yeah," you reply dumbly, ducking your head. Hopefully he hasn't noticed you blushing and smiling like an idiot. You're not used to people watching you do things, and you're not much of a dancer. You wonder how long he's been watching you. "Aren't you supposed to be with everyone helping Dongju record?"

Geonhak shrugs. "Thought you might be lonely. So I thought I'd check on you."

"Oh."

"Do you want help with the choreo?"

You shake your head. "That’s okay. You must be tired from practice. Maybe some other time, Geonhak."

"I'm not that tired. Try it again, I can direct you." He moves to sit in front of you, back against the mirror with your computer on his lap so you can see the screen. He starts the song over again.

You try the dance again, feeling how his eyes follow you as you move as he plays the song for you. He calls out to you as you dance, firmly but gently so as not to distract you too much. "You're rushing, slow down a bit. Step. Step. Step. There you go."

His deep voice is calming, you think. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. But right now, it is. You follow his instructions, going through the first half of the first verse twice. You stop just as his rap begins, and he pauses the music, standing up from where he sits.

"Good job, you're improving. You need to relax your muscles. And bend your knees a bit more at the beginning, like this." Geonhak demonstrates, humming the song as he moves. You watch him dance, mesmerized, not paying as much attention to the moves as you should be.

"Y/N, are you even paying attention?"

You blink, coming back to your senses. "Oh, yes. Your dancing is amazing," you say, and Geonhak smiles shyly, glancing around the room. He is easily made shy.

"Ah, thank you."

"Geonhak?"

He looks back at you, face serious once more, but he's still smiling a bit. "Yes?"

"Could you . . . could you please teach me how to dance?" you ask. "I've wanted to dance so much, but it's so hard to in my free time, plus I'm not good at teaching myself this stuff. I know you're a busy man, so you can say no, but would mean a lot if you could teach me."

Geonhak blinks at you, brow furrowed. Not in anger but in confusion. At the same time, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are a bit pink. "Me? Y/N, I'm not the best dancer on the team. I'm a dancer but . . . maybe Hwanwoong or Seoho would be better teachers?"

You shake your head stubbornly. "Other than Dongju, you're the member I'm the closest to. I'm much more close to you than I am to Hwanwoong and Seoho. I'm kind of too nervous to ask them. Besides, when you were guiding me earlier, it really helped me."

After a moment, he smiles. "Alright, I'll teach you to dance."

You look up happily. "Really?"

Geonhak laughs, nodding. "Yes, I'll teach you to dance. But not today, I'm too tired. Here's a plan. What if I teach you twice a week, after ONEUS practices. You can use this practice room whenever you need, though."

You nod. "Yes, absolutely."

"I'll also be giving you 'homework' too. You need to exercise and stretch, you need to practice on your own. Alright?"

"Alright."

The door bursts open, and in walk the rest of the members. Youngjo, Keonhee and Hwanwoong are discussing something about the recording, while Dongju and Seoho are play wrestling, Dongju trying hard to bite at Seoho's finger.

"Oh, there you two are," Youngjo says, smiling.

"How'd the recording go?" you ask.

"It went well. It's hard to get it just right, but I think we might have gotten it right this time. If not, it was definitely close."

"That’s good to hear."

Youngjo glances from you to Geonhak, then back at you. "What were you two up to?"

"Geonhak was helping me try the A Song Written Easily choreography," you say. Youngjo opens his mouth to speak when a yell pierces through the air, echoing off of the walls, startling you, Youngjo and Geonhak. You turn to find that Dongju has finally managed to bite Seoho's finger, and you laugh.

How lucky you feel, that you befriended Son Dongju and Dongmyeong all those years ago. Otherwise you wouldn't be friends with all of the people in this room with you. And your joy isn't because you're friends with all these famous idols. No, it's because you're friends with all these silly goofballs.

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 5

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 5: 2,242 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You arrive to practice with your mind buzzing. Hwanwoong had texted the Team B party planning group chat that today is the day where you would meet with Team A--Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee--to finish planning Geonhak's birthday party next week. The meeting is only ten minutes after your practice with Geonhak ends, so you'll have to hurry to the ONEUS dorm after practice.

You open the door, and Geonhak is inside. A song that you don't recognize is playing, and Geonhak is dancing intensely, watching his own movements intensely as he dances this unfamiliar choreo. While the song isn't familiar, you known the voices of ONEUS well enough to guess that this is an upcoming song, or at least a work-in-progress.

Geonhak is so focused on the dance that he doesn't notice that you've walked in. His eyes are so focused on his own body in the mirror that he doesn’t see you enter. You laugh to yourself.

Payback for those times he's come in and watched me dancing without me knowing, you think. You sit down on the ground to stretch silently and watch him, impressed. His voice comes on in the song, and you have to prevent yourself from saying wow out loud. You admire the choreography, the way Geonhak's shoulders move.

Perhaps someday I'll learn this choreography, you think.

The song comes to a close, Geonhak throws his head back in exhaustion. He runs his hand through his hair, breathing heavily as he turns around.

He freezes in his tracks when he sees you sitting on the floor. His eyes widen in surprise, then he looks really shy, then he goes back to his normal self in a matter of seconds. "How long have you been here?"

"A bit. Your part is amazing. Was that the new title track?"

He lets out a chuckle. "Thank you. Yes, that was the new title track, coming out later. Do you like it?"

"I do. It's cool. Your dance is really pretty," you say.

Geonhak looks away from you. "Thanks. Let's finish up stretching, and decide what song you want to try next."

He sits down in front of you and watches you with a smile. His eyes on you make you look down at the floor for some reason. "So what song would you like to learn next? Another ONEUS song?"

You smile. "Of course."

"What songs did you have in mind?"

"I mean. Lit is a fun one. Valkyrie, too. Twilight. Zigzag--"

"You've just named all of our title tracks, Y/Nie!" Geonhak chuckles. "I have an idea. We can go with two songs. We'll spend the first two hours learning the first one, and then the second two learning the second one. How does that sound?"

"That sounds fun."

"Great," Geonhak says, humming. "What two songs would you like to try?"

You think for a long moment. "Can we do Lit?"

Geonhak smiles. "Sure. We'll do Lit first."

"Great!"

"Let's start with the pre-chorus this time," Geonhak says, standing in front of the mirror.

"So you're gonna start with your legs in sort of a front stance, turn all the way to your left and put your arm over your leg with your hand against the outside of your thigh. Like this."

You copy his stance. Arm over leg, facing the left wall. You glance at the mirror and make sure to adjust your knees and position.

"Good. Now, you're gonna twist your body in a loop, lean back, and lower your body to kneel like this with your left arm down--"

You immediately do the move, so you're kneeling like him. This move, you've seen and done so many times that it comes somewhat easier to you. You check the mirror and see that you're correct as he continues to demonstrate.

"--and then straighten your back quickly. Lift your right arm, eolssu, and then your left arm, eolssu."

You follow his demonstration closely, which isn't too hard. This song, you've tried to do in your living room, so while you're not good at it yet, you're certainly familiar with it.

"Good. Now," Geonhak says, "lift your back knee off of the ground. Shift your weight back to face the left side of the room again and now put both of your hands over your thigh in an X. Then lean back, and slide your hands behind your back and down with the beat."

You nod, copying the movements.

After a couple hours of learning the rest of the pre-chorus and the chorus, and after taking a ten minute break, Geonhak starts teaching you Valkyrie, starting with the pre-chorus.

"Face the right wall, and put your hand back like this, palm up. You're going to have your right toes and your left heel facing toward the front of the room and off of the ground, so that your feet are positioned in a V."

You copy him. It takes you a minute to get your feet positioned correctly, but Geonhak waits patiently with a smile on his face.

The end of practice nears, and you and Geonhak sit down to stretch together. You look up from your stretches to smile back at Geonhak, and your eyes land on the clock on the wall behind him.

"Oh, shit," you mutter, quickly getting up from your stretches. You start scooping up your stuff. "I have to go."

"What? So soon?" he asks.

"Yes, Dongju's waiting for me," you say.

"Dongju?"

You blink, realizing what you said wrong.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I have a, uh, a doctor's appointment, and Dongju's taking me."

"Oh." He looks sad. "Take care! See you soon."

As you reach the door, you frown. "Aren't you going to be heading home?" you ask. Geonhak shakes his head.

"No. I have . . . some extra stuff to do."

"Okay. Bye, Geonhak," you say. He smiles softly and waves goodbye. You wave back, before you run down  the hallway to change in the bathroom, before hurrying to the ONEUS dorm for the birthday party preparation meeting.

You arrive and knock on the door and wait. Dongju opens the door after a moment and smiles.

"Y/N, you're almost late," he whispers.

"I was at practice with Geonhak! I had to change," you explain. Dongju rolls his eyes and drags you inside.

When you had pictured a surprise party meeting, you had imagined that the five members would have set up a space in the bedroom so that it'd be harder for them to be accidentally walked in on by Geonhak. However, they've simply set up at the dining table, Team A on the left and Team B on the right. Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee are seated on Team A's side, with their phones on the table with notes. Hwanwoong sits on Team B's side with his phone open to the group chat. Dongju sits in the middle chair so you sit on his left, facing Keonhee.

"So," Youngjo says. "We have gathered here today to figure out how we want to celebrate Kim Geonhak's birthday before. We will have opening statements from Team A."

Keonhee opens his phone and clears his throat.

"Our plan for Kim Geonhak's birthday morning includes the following," he says, leaning forward in his chair. "We will spend time at either RBW or the dorm. We'll practice a bit, and then relax."

"Then," Seoho continues, "we will eat lunch at the dorm."

Team B applauds Team A, clapping as Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee bow before sitting back down.

"That is all Team A has planned," Youngjo says. "We sort of . . . didn't spend as much time on this as you three. Now, Team B, your turn to present your proposal for the afternoon."

Hwanwoong stands up in his chair and clears his throat. "Hello. I am Yeo Hwanwoong of Team B. I am joined, today, by my colleagues Son Dongju and Y/N. Today, we will be presenting our proposal for the afternoon of Kim Geonhak's birthday celebration."

Seoho is laughing in amusement at how seriously Hwanwoong is taking this.

"Our plan includes snacks such as ice cream, sweets, fruits and small meat appetizers," Hwanwoong continues.

"We have multiple afternoon activities planned, including a random play dance, several guess-the-song challenges, and other music and dance related games. We are open for additional suggestions at any time. Then, for dinner, we will go out to that restaurant Geonhak loves so much."

"As for decoration plans," you say, "we propose a silver, gold, black and white color scheme, with streamers and balloons."

Keonhee starts the applause, followed by Seoho, then Youngjo. You, Dongju and Hwanwoong take your seats once again.

"Does anyone have any feedback or questions?" Youngjo asks. Keonhee raises his hand.

"Hwanwoong, what ice cream flavors will there be?" he asks.

"Rainbow Sherbet, Geonhak's favorite," Hwanwoong says. "Don't worry, Keonhee, I know all of ONEUS's favorites. They'll be there."

After questions conclude, you six decide roles for party set-up.

"Dongju, Y/N, can you two be in charge of decorations?" Youngjo asks. You both nod, and Dongju gives Youngjo a thumbs up.

Keonhee ends up in charge of making lunch with Hwanwoong. Seoho is in charge of finding and putting together the activities, and Youngjo ends up in charge of getting snacks. After all of the roles are decided, you all put your hands together.

"1! 2! 3! Let's go!"

As you all start cleaning up, you realize how late it is. The sky is dark, almost black.

"Why hasn't Geonhak come home? Shouldn't he have come sometime during the meeting?" you ask.

"No. He actually has to catch up with some practice choreography," Dongju explains. "He's started staying late for extra practice since he started teaching you."

You blink. "What?"

"Usually, after you head home, Geonhak stays at RBW practicing for hours on the new choreos. Since he spends so much time with you, he has to find extra time to do his own practices. And he also comes in early mornings to prepare for your practices. Has he not told you?"

You shake your head.

Dongju frowns for a bit, confused, before his expression morphs into something like shock or surprise.

"I . . . probably shouldn't have told you that then."

You frown. "What do you mean?"

Dongju waves the question aside. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, you should get some rest. Let me walk you home."

You and Dongju walk home comfortably, like you did with Geonhak a while ago. You think about what Dongju had said. Had Geonhak gone and practiced at RBW after dropping you off at your home? Has he really been coming in extra to catch up with the other members and prepare to help you?

"How's your practice with Geonhak going?" Dongju asks after a while.

"Oh, it's going really well," you say excitedly. "I just finished learning Geonhak's part in A Song Written Easily last practice, so now Geonhak is helping me learn Lit and Valkyrie."

Dongju is smiling widely. "You seem to be enjoying it a lot. Maybe as much as Geonhak is."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

He chuckles. "I know you very well, Y/N. I've known you for years. And I've rarely seen you this excited about something for this long. Often times, when you get excited by a hobby, but then your excitement dies down after a week or two. But it's been several weeks, and you're still smiling like a fool whenever you think about it."

You place your hand on your cheek and realize that they hurt from your smiling so hard and excited chattering about how practice has been.

"Geonhak, on the other hand. You should see him after he comes back to the dorms after practicing with you," Dongju continues. "Or even during our practices before practicing with you. He's always smiling like an idiot on your practice days."

You blink.

"Y/N. How do you feel about Geonhak?" Dongju asks after a moment. You stare at him, unsure of how to answer that question.

"I mean. I like him. He's my friend. He's a good dance teacher. He's kind and sweet and funny, just like the rest of you."

"But do you like him?" Dongju asks, emphasizing the word like.

You frown. "Why would you ask me that?" you ask. You don't have an answer, though. You think back to all of the butterflies that you've had, fluttering about in your stomach for the past few weeks. Maybe you do have an answer.

"Like I said, Y/N. I know you very well. There's definitely something going on in that head of yours, whether you know it or not," he says, poking your head gently. "I've seen you two interact. Just from hearing you talk just now, I can hear that there's something. Even if you don't know it."

You blink. "Dongju, I don't--"

"Oh look, we're here!" He stops, and you realize that you two are, in fact, right outside your door. Dongju smiles at you softly. "Go sleep, Y/N. Get some rest. I'll text you tomorrow to figure out a time to go decoration shopping for Geonhak's birthday, okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

He waves goodbye, and you sigh, watching him leave. As you turn to go inside, you turn over the past few minutes in your head. As you shower and get ready for bed, you continue to consider your feelings.

You don't like Geonhak like that.

Do you?

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 2

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 2: 2,161 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You and Geonhak agreed that you would meet together on Tuesdays and Thursdays, right after ONEUS practices. You couldn't wait to dance the following Tuesday. It's currently Sunday evening, and the practice room is probably empty, so you grab your workout clothes and bag and walk to the RBW building. You don't live super close there, but the walking distance is manageable. It's always been your only exercise, so you tolerated it.

You use the key that the boys lent you long ago to get into the building. The practice room is empty, the lights off. It's 6PM, and none of the idols are expected to be here practicing. Obviously, they can come if they want. Youngjo often spends a lot of time in recording studios when producing. There have been multiple times where you'd hang out with the boys as they finished recording before comebacks late at night. This is the first time you've been here completely on your own, for yourself. You feel like you're trespassing, by not being an idol or trainee here, but you already have a bit of a reputation here as ONEUS's friend. No one will kick you out.

You place your bag down, and don't bother with the light. Your computer will be light enough. After stretching sufficiently, you take out your computer. You find the Weekly Idol choreography video you'd used the other day, and repeat the dance presented on the screen. You recall Geonhak's instructions, his voice echoing in your ear.

You're rushing, slow down a bit. Step. Step. Step. There you go.

You can feel how clumsy and stiff you are, but you can also feel how much better you are than from when you'd practice in your bedroom, watching live performances.

Your steps are much more in line with the beat now. Your hand movements aren't half as elegant or intentional as Geonhak's on screen, but they're present.

When you get to Geonhak's rap, instead of stopping, you continue. You clumsily try to imitate his skips and hops, and you manage to get through it. You notice the power in his movements, how each movement he makes is emphasized by the beat. Every kick, every hip thrust.

The song arrives at the pre-chorus, where Keonhee begins singing, and your eyes widen. Those moves are so fast and large. You're not there yet.

You restart the song and continue practicing up until Geonhak's part. He looks so elegant in the video, and you wonder if you look even half that elegant as you try to mirror him.

Halfway through Dongju's part of the song, the door is opened and Geonhak walks in, startling you. You yelp in surprise, and he yells, jumping back, and hits his back on the doorframe. He yells out in pain, falling to his knees as you rush to his side to help him, but he's already recovering on his own.

"Sorry for barging in," he says, before realizing it's you as you rub his back where it hit the doorframe. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I'm . . . practicing," you say, gesturing to the computer which displays the video. "What're you doing here? Didn't your practice end hours ago?"

Guhak ducks his head. "I came back to practice," he admits, laughing while rubbing the back of his neck. "So I could figure out how to help you on Tuesday."

Oh.

You smile, looking away from him. You didn't think he'd need to practice extra to teach you. If you had known that, you probably wouldn't have asked him, simply because you don't want to be an inconvenience.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your practice," he says. "You had the lights of, so I thought no one was here. I'll find another empty room if you want."

You shake your head. "No, you can stay here and practice with me if you want."

"I can give you pointers if you need any," he says, taking off his thin jacket to reveal a black T-shirt. You nod, and he sets down his own bag near yours before plopping down on the ground. "Have you stretched yet? If you don't stretch before and after exercising, you could hurt yourself."

You nod, but sit down anyway to join him on the floor. "I stretched a bit, but I'll stretch with you."

After you both have finished stretching, you restart the song. The two of you dance together to the start of the song, watching yourselves in the mirror. You can see that you're doing well, much more on the beat with Geonhak beside you to follow, but his presence is also distracting.

For one, you can't help but compare yourself to him. He's much more confident with his moves, more deliberate. His moves are sharp and strong, and yet elegant at the same time. While you make the same moves at the same time as him, your moves are somewhat shaky. Of course, Geonhak has years of dance experience, and months of experience with the song, while you only had that one day last week and various random days you found yourself vibing to the song in your room, but that thought doesn't help your confidence enough.

Secondly, his bare arms are a little distracting. He's very strong, is able to carry two of his members easily, even three if he wants. His strength shows in his arm muscles.

By the time you two have gone through the song a couple times, you find yourself panting with your hands in your thighs. Geonhak, however, is barely breaking a sweat. The song continues in the background, and you watch in awe as Geonhak continues to dance gracefully.

After the song has finished, Geonhak smiles at you with his soft smile, and you swear butterflies are fluttering around your stomach. You internally scold yourself and tear your gaze away from him. 

"Good job," Geonhak says, and you nod, avoiding his eyes. "You're getting the hang of it."

The butterflies don't mean anything, you tell yourself. You're just tired.

"Thanks," you say. Geonhak opens his mouth to say something when your phone rings loudly from inside your bag, which lies in the corner of the room. "Excuse me," you mutter, running to grab your phone. The caller ID reads 'Doongdoongie,' and you pick it up.

"Hello?" you ask.

"Hi Y/N!" Dongju's voice is loud through the phone, and you can't help but laugh a little.

"Hi Dongju," you say.

"Y/N, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm, uh, practicing dancing at RBW with Geonhak." You glance at Geonhak, and he shoots you a soft smile.

"Oh? Yes, I think Geonhak mentioned that he was going to be teaching you soon. He wouldn't shut up about it. He was very excited," Dongju says, and you raise your eyebrow, looking at Geonhak again.

"Was he?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm calling for. I'm calling to ask you for a favor. Can you come over to the dorm?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Why?" you ask.

"Aish, Y/N, I can't tell you that. Hurry up!"

You sigh. You were enjoying practicing With Geonhak. But . . . "Alright," you say.

"Thank you, Y/Nie!"

"Bye, Doongdoongie," you say. Dongju hangs up and you drop your phone to your side.

"Sorry, Geonhak, I have to go," you say to Geonhak, packing up your stuff.

"What? Why?" Geonhak furrows his eyebrows. "You should stretch quickly before going, to relax your body. You could hurt yourself if you don't."

You nod and plop down on the floor, and Geonhak joins you in stretching. You stretch your legs out forward, and reach for your toes. It doesn't matter if you can touch them, the point is to stretch your leg muscles.

"I dunno why. Dongju wanted me to meet him at the dorm. He didn't tell me why." You hear Geonhak sigh sadly, and look up at him. "So you were excited to teach me?" you ask. Geonhak's eyes widen, and he tears his eyes away from yours, as if to pretend he's too focused on stretching.

"What did he tell you?"

"He said you wouldn't shut up about it." You smile at him teasingly.

"He's exaggerating," Geonhak says. "I'd only mentioned it to him." He pauses. "I am excited to teach you, though."

Your heart feels warm. "Thanks, Geonhak."

You get up, dust off your workout pants, and grab your bag. As you reach the door, you turn to wave goodbye to Geonhak.

"See you Tuesday for practice," you say. "Bye!" He waves back, the softest smile on his face which makes the butterflies resurface again. You ignore them, and quickly leave.

You exit the building and walk to the ONEUS dorm. You've been there countless times since ONEUS moved in before debut, so you know the way well. Sometimes it's for movie nights. Sometimes, to pick up something for a member who's working at RBW. You can probably find your way there with your eyes closed.

You enter the passcode to the dormroom, and find that Dongju is in the living room, sitting on the couch, his phone in his hand. Hwanwoong sits next to him, also on his phone. Dongju looks up as you enter.

"You took your time," he says, and you glance at your own phone for the time.

"Don't be mean," Hwanwoong scolds Dongju, hitting him in the chest. You shoot him a smile. You're friends with Hwanwoong, but you aren't very close. He's always friendly, but he's like that with everyone. Besides interactions like the one at practice last week, you two don't talk too much. You do like and admire him, but he's kind of intimidatingly cool and you can barely muster the courage to speak to him on your own.

"I had to stretch before I left," you explain. "What's up?"

Dongju leans back on the couch, and gestures for you to sit next to him, on the opposite side from Hwanwoong. You do so, and Dongju smiles.

"Do you know what day it is, Y/N?" Dongju asks.

You wrack your brain. It's not anyone's birthday. Keonhee's birthday was just over a week ago. And it isn't a holiday today. So . . .

"June 5th? Sunday?" you offer. Hwanwoong smiles, obviously very amused.

"And what's coming soon?" Dongju asks.

You ponder for a moment. "July 6th?"

Hwanwoong laughs loudly, clapping his hands, while Dongju rolls his eyes. "No! I mean--yes, but . . . Y/N, Geonhak's birthday is coming up on the 26th!"

"Oh yes. I remember. Is that why you called me here today? To tell me that Geonhak's birthday is coming up in twenty one days?"

"Yes," Dongju says, smiling widely. "And I want you to help me and Hwanwoong plan a birthday party."

You blink. "I mean, yes. Of course. But why don't you ask the other members, too?" 

Hwanwoong sighs and sits up. "The members decided to split birthday planning into two parts. We split ourselves into two teams. Team A, which is Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee, and Team B, which is me and Dongju," Hwanwoong explains, his face too serious for the situation. Still, you listen intently. "Each team plans a separate part of the day. Before lunch and after lunch. Team A is also in charge of lunch plans, and we are in charge of decorations. Then we will come together the week before his birthday and figure out the final plan. Since we have one less member, we get to choose one person to add. So we invited you."

You blink, processing the situation. Two teams of ONEUS are separately planning Geonhak's birthday. Hwanwoong and Dongju want you to help them.

"Okay."

"You'll help?" Hwanwoong asks, an excited smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! He's my friend too."

 "Excellent. Do we want to start now?" Hwanwoong asks, patting the desk in front of the table. You notice a paper and a pencil have been lying there the whole time. "Let's make a list. What does every party have?" he asks.

"Cake," you suggest.

"Balloons!" Dongju says.

Hwanwoong scribbles quickly on the paper as you and Dongju shoot him suggestions.

"Games."

"Snacks and food."

"Alright." Hwanwoong says. "Remember, Team A is doing everything before lunch as well as lunch plans. We only need to decide snacks."

"He really likes ice cream," you say. "The one rainbow one from Baskin-Robbins. He loves that."

Hwanwoong laughs as he scribbles on the paper. "Yes, he does. Let's go back to decorations. What will we want?"

"Streamers."

"Balloons," Dongju says again. Hwanwoong snorts, writing it down even though it's already written.

You continue listing things off, chatting on and on about plans for Geonhak's birthday. You find yourself getting more and more excited and energized.

You end up leaving after a couple hours, walking to your own apartment, a smile on your face. You think about all of the good things going on. You're planning a surprise birthday party for Geonhak with Hwanwoong and Dongju. And on Tuesday, Geonhak will start teaching you how to dance.

[soulangel]

Angel’s Christmas pt. 2

Summary: One more night before Angel leaves for her hometown, she decides to go visit the other group she’s gotten close to the last few months. Oneus has already become great friends with her and she wants to try her hardest to stay in touch with them. Finally she even manages to crack their leader’s shell and talk to him! She really needs to find a way to burn all the mistletoe around her though...

Group: Angel x Oneus

Genre: Fluff, crackhead dorkiness, fun

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Main Masterlist     Angel’s Masterlist     Part 1     Part 3

    The next night, after the amazing night of games and laughter with her boys of Ateez, she’d managed to get a hole of the English speaker of her second group she needed to see before leaving; Oneus. “Keonnie, please tell me you guys aren’t rushing off somewhere last minute for promotions or something?” She practically whined into the phone while the younger guy laughed on his end.

    She was checking herself in the mirror for something to wear since she’d just made it back to her apartment after a full night and half a day with her Ateez boys. She could hear some of the others yelling in the background as Keonhee started walking around their dorm to find the leader and ask him whether or not they were leaving anywhere. “Hyung! Are we going anywhere tonight? Angel says she has something for us and wants to come over!” She heard the boy shout even after she briefly set her phone down.

    She could hear the panic in Ravn’s voice as he freaked out, asking Keonhee questions like how long it’ll take her to get to the dorm, what she was bringing, if she needed help. In fact he went on for a few more questions that Keonhee just handed the phone over to his leader and seemed to walk away. “H-Hello?” The hesitant call on the other end practically squeaked out.

    Luckily Róisín had found the right pants and a slightly ripped t-shirt to visit the boys in before she walked out of her bedroom. “Hey Youngjo! Or should I call you Ravn?” She wondered, pouting a little when she accidentally let her own customs slip through her speech.

    “N-No it’s fine, yo-you can call me Youngjo! I just wanted to know how long it would take you to get here, and if you’d like help with whatever you’re bringing us, and if you’d like to stay the night?” He asked at once.

     She laughed softly at his rambling and quickly stepped into her boots, lacing them up and turning to the bag of gifts she left by the door for the boys. “I’m just now getting ready to leave, so maybe a 15 minutes? Maybe longer if I can’t find where your dorm is again, that was a scary drive last time.” She giggled, slinging her purse up over her head onto her opposite shoulder and then bending down to hoist up the gifts in one arm.

          xXx

    Just like she said, 20 minutes later she made it to the dorms of Oneus. She made the correct decision to call Ravn before she walked all the way up to their dorms because low and behold, there he was waiting for her with Seoho right beside him. “Hey! There you are!” Seoho chuckled as he immediately went to her right side to grab the bag of gifts from her grip.

    Ravn stopped at her other side and smiled awkwardly before motioning to her purse. “Hey I’ll take that for you.” He offered, already helping slide it off her shoulder as the three started their way to the elevator.

    “So what does this mean? I do believe you’ve never even offered to give us anything before, and here you are with a bunch of gifts in tow smiling like you’re Santa Claus.” Seoho joked with a smile, glancing over at the redhead who seemed to awkwardly grip the railing in the elevator.

    She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “You caught me. Um, there’s a trip I’m gonna be taking soon and thought it would be a nice idea to hang out with you guys one last time before I leave for the rest of the year.” She replied just as the doors dinged, signaling their floor.

    Seoho stepped out first and rushed down the hallway where he banged on the door with his foot, calling for someone to open the door for him. “Hurry up guys this stuff is surprisingly heavy!” He whined just before their door opened.

    Ravn looked over at her and held his arm out for her, allowing her through the elevator doors first. “Please, after you My Lady.” He smiled a little bit when she laughed at his cute attempt at flattery.

    She bowed her head in response as she chuckled some more. “Why thank you Kind Sir. What’s the number again?” She wondered, walking down the hall until she looked at the open door where Ravn once again allowed her through first.

    “Uh this one actually.” 

    The moment she stepped through the threshold she was attacked by 4 males all yelling at once. “NOONA’S HERE!” While their arms all entangled her.

    She started laughing loudly while hugging each boy back until it was just her and Keonhee wrapped around each other like koalas. “I missed you so much, you know that right?” She asked him, rubbing her face against his while cooing cute compliments to the boy.

    He flushed madly at the compliments and tried his hardest not to hide from her like he normally would, and instead ran out of the room with a squeal. “By the way your gifts are amazing!” He called over his shoulder.

    Her eyes widened and she rushed into the room after stripping off her boots. “WHO OPENED THEIR GIFTS?!” She screamed as she skidded to a stop in front of everyone who all waited around the living room patiently for her and Ravn to get into the dorm.

    “Wait, you haven’t opened the-Keonnie I swear!” She hissed, chasing after the blue haired boy who was laughing his head off.

    They made it around the living room a couple times before Hwanwoong grabbed at her waist and sat her down right next to him and also beside Ravn. “Okay missy, time for the real present reveal. What’d you get us?” He  asked her happily.

    She rolled her eyes at the energy they were all exuding while hanging around her and she chuckled as she realized just how similar they were to her boys from Ateez. Maybe that’s why she was so comfortable around them? She motioned for the group to rip into their presents and check out what it was she got for them and without any more indication, they jumped on the bag full of gifts, picking up theirs and ripping through the wrapping like they were a little kid all over again.

    Without even meaning to, she leaned into Ravn’s shoulder and gave it a gentle bump, handing him his own tiny box. “Here you go. Early Merry Christmas to you guys.” She whispered to him, not failing to see the blush on his cheeks as he took the gift from her.

    He pulled on the ribbon with a small smile and bumped her shoulder back. “Thanks for this. We’ve missed you coming around.” He mumbled back with the smile still on his face.

    She was about to say something when Hwanwoong stood up and started cackling, holding something above her and Ravn’s heads. “Oh look at this? Mistletoe!” He shouted with a laugh.

    She scowled at the boy and flicked his hand with a shake of her head. “Such a child….I swear you guys get along perfectly with Ateez.” She grumbled before turning to Ravn and quickly kissing his cheek.

    The leader froze in place at both the gift in his hand and the fact that she had actually kissed him on the cheek. Was he dreaming? “H-How did you….how did you know I wanted this ring?” He asked her while checking the rest of the group out of the corner of his eye to see what the rest had gotten from her.

    She smiled wide at him and nodded her head. “I might’ve gotten a tip from your manager I called a couple different times to help me pick gifts for everyone. Since some people can’t keep their mouths SHUT.” She replied, hissing over at Keonhee and Hwanwoong who were both cackling like madmen.

    As she continued to glare at the boys who were jumping around wildly, Ravn had silently put the ring on one of his fingers, just staring at it like it was a magical object. He was about to toss the box away when he saw something else colorful in the box. “Oh yeah, guys don’t throw away your boxes and bags just yet. There’s one more piece hiding in there.” She grinned happily when the dove back into their gift wrappings, finding the same colored objects that Ravn found.

    She giggled when they all looked at the keychains in their hands and then looked up at her. “You-No way. YOU made these?!” Xion shouted with a grin, hooking it up immediately to his keys while others hooked it to their phones or keys themselves.

    Ravn was about to look around for his keys when Róisín held up a phone keyholder for him. “I also heard you keep losing your keys mister! So here you go.” She giggled when he blushed at her comment and gently took the object from her hand.

    “It’s not like I lose things….they just get misplaced….and I forget where they are…” He whined, glaring at the loudmouths who were making kissy faces at him.

    He stood up to chase after them when just about everyone except Leedo and Seoho ran to their rooms and shut their doors with loud “noooo don’t kill us!” yells. Ravn groaned and shook his head, resting it in his hands for a second while he sat back and leaned against the wall. Leedo grinned at Róisín and waved his gift in his hand in appreciation. “Thanks Noona, I’m gonna go read this now. It was good seeing you!” He said before disappearing into his own room.

    Seoho just sat on the couch, watching his leader with a grin on his own face. Róisín was about to ask what Seoho was doing when there was a ‘ding’ from the kitchen. “OOOO don’t go anywhere I’ll be right back.” He said before he ran to the kitchen to grab whatever it was that made the sound.

    Not even a minute later he strolled back out with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, moving himself to the couch where he sat down on it and quietly started eating out of the bowl. Róisín raised her eyebrows at him and lifted her arms up, wondering what he was doing as he just continued eating. “Oh, please don’t mind me. Continue….continue.” He mumbled softly, shooing her with his hand so she’d go speak to his leader.

    She sighed and rolled her eyes before she scooted over towards Ravn, a small smile on her face. “You know there’s no need to be so panicky about me. I’m not gonna hurt you, or go anywhere for that matter. We’re friends, right?” She told him, tilting her head when she finished so she could see his expression as he thought about her words.

    He sighed finally and gave a tiny little smile. “Yeah of course we’re friends. Everyone really likes hanging out with you. And you’ve helped us so much in just a few months. And you’re...also….alsoreallypretty…” He said, ending his response in a breathy mumble so she wouldn’t be able to understand him.

    She leaned in toward him to hear him better and scrunched her nose. “I’m sorry what was that last part?” She asked him teasingly, still knowing what he said anyway.

    He groaned and pushed her away from him gently, grinning at her. “I’m not repeating myself. But seriously. Thank you.” He laughed finally, getting her bright smile in return.

    They heard a loud crunch from the couch and looked over at Seoho, who stopped mid chew and stared at them wide eyed. “OH, sorry…..sorry.” He said, setting the bowl down to disappear into his room.

    The two still in the living room shook their heads and laughed before turning back to look at each other. Smiling they both stood up and went about picking up the wrapping and boxes the boys decided to leave everywhere. “If I’d have known they weren’t going to pick UP AFTER THEMSELVES. I wouldn’t have brought anything over!” She called out, immediately getting 5 guys to rush out of their rooms and grab a bunch of wrapping paper into their hands and then one by one thrown the garbage away into a huge bag in the kitchen.

    And after that, they each hugged her one at a time and thanked her for the gifts she got them. “We love you!” They called all at once, smiling innocently at her until she just rolled her eyes at them.

    She didn’t even have to say anything else before they again disappeared into their bedrooms for the night since it was already 10pm, and according to Ravn, all had to wake up early in the morning. “I should leave then so I’m not keeping you guys up all night.” She said softly, walking towards the front door with Ravn.

    He frowned at her and almost pouted a little. “But….can’t you stay the night? You could use my room so no one would bother you, and you wouldn’t be bothering anyone else but me. I’m perfectly fine with it.” He rambled, hoping to convince her to stay.

    She felt her face heat up just barely while she stared up at him and giggled softly. “As tempting as that sounds, I really don’t want to keep you up anymore than I already have. Maybe next time.” She suggested, winking at him as she managed to step into her boots perfectly without looking at them.

    He wanted to say something else before she bent down to lace up her boots and grab her purse. “I’ll text you when I get home so you’re not too lonely okay?” She smirked as she stepped through the doorway he’d opened for her, holding onto the door for a moment to stare back at him.

    Without anything else being said, she started down the hallway as he awkwardly closed the door and leaned against it. “Holy shit…were you just flirting with Roe-Rose?!” Keonhee shouted from the living room, jaw dropped to the floor as he had a glass of water in hand.