#hyunjin scene was just slightly inspired by that one vincenzo scene where vincenzo makes ramen but chayoung ends up eating it all lmao

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SKZ HEADCANONS: REALIZING YOU'VE FALLEN FOR THEM.

pairing. skz x gn reader

genre. fluff, humor and a bit of angst

warnings. food, mild swearing, alcohol

summary. moments where you realized you were in love.

word count. 3.3k+

a/n. long post ahead! i didn't even realize how long it was until i put it into a word counter 😭

hyunjin —

it's 1 am and hyunjin is sulking on the living room floor because you refused to play monopoly with him.

you have attempted, multiple times, to explain to him that you don't want to invest in real-estate and avoid bankruptcy in a fucking board game at 1 am on a monday night, but hyunjin just won't listen. then again, hyunjin is also heavily intoxicated and probably won't remember a single thing by the time he wakes up tomorrow.

you sit next to him on the rug, trying to get him to look at you. he scowls and looks away, eyebrows furrowing irritably.

"hyunjin," you sigh, "we have class tomorrow. i can't play monopoly with you right now."

he says nothing, instead opting to hug his knees to his chest and stare down moodily at the floor. you really don't even understand why he wants to play monopoly in the first place— he usually despises the board game with a burning passion.

your stomach growls and you are reminded of the fact that you still haven't eaten dinner yet. standing up, you glance at hyunjin's moody figure. "want me to make you some ramen?"

hyunjin perks up at the mention of ramen.

and that's how you end up sitting by the dinner table, watching hyunjin devour three fucking servings of shin ramyun all by himself. your bowl remains tragically empty— you really had no fucking idea hyunjin adored ramen so much. hyunjin slurps up the noodles noisily and somehow manages to looks attractive while doing so.

flushed cheeks and puffy eyes. slurred speech and clammy skin. a strand of dirty blonde hair falls from his messy ponytail and you resist the urge to brush it back. hyunjin looks up to catch you staring, cheeks comically bulging with noodles, and his lips tug upwards into a smile, eyes curving into little crescent moons.

how effortlessly beautiful he is.

you can feel your heartbeat fluttering wildly in your chest and you let out an audible breath of relief when hyunjin breaks the eye contact to continue eating his ramen.

so this is how you fall for hwang hyunjin.

1 am in your apartment, watching him inhale beef-flavored ramen noodles at a ridiculous pace.

the epiphany comes almost gently to you. you suppose that you've known all along.

it just took a drunk ramen date at 1 am on a monday night to fully perceive it.

minho —

when minho stops by your place to pick up his hoodie that he accidentally left at your apartment last night, he leaves an iced vanilla latte on the dining room table.

you sit on a chair and stare at the latte. there is a gathering of condensation against the plastic cup, clumps of dewdrops clustering together from the temperature of the drink. it is made exactly how you like it— an unhealthy ratio of milk and expresso, a ridiculous amount of ice, and a perfect amount of vanilla syrup to top it all off.

there is something about the fact that minho went out of his way to pick up an iced vanilla latte for you at the local starbucks store that is so undeniably sweet that you can't help but grin, cheeks flushing with gratification. the fact that minho remembered the way you liked your lattes, down to the very last detail, only makes the entire thing a thousand times better.

it's foolish to read so deeply into a vanilla latte, you know. but you indulge yourself anyways, just because it's lee minho and it's once in a blue moon that minho decides to openly display his affection for you in such a transparent way.

your phone vibrates next to you, and you quickly divert your attention from the latte to check the new message.

[9:47 am] minho: it's been 30 minutes im still waiting for my 'thank u so much, minho!!! ur the best, minho!!!'

a grin spreads across your face. typical minho.

[9:48 am] it was too bitter anyways why tf should i thank u ??? [9:48 am] minho: bc u love me !!! [9:49 am] no i dont

that was a lie. you actually do love lee minho.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks a few seconds later.

fuck. you love lee minho.

shit.

a lot of things suddenly make a whole lot more sense. you suppose that the signs have been there all along— it's remarkable you haven't realized earlier.

burying your face in your hands, you moan in despair. why minho out of all people? minho, with his sarcastic remarks and agonizingly pretty eyes and his tsundere ways. you know better than to fall in love with minho, you really do.

but there are some things you just can't help but love. and you suppose that lee minho is one of them.

your phone buzzes again, and you briefly adjourn your mental breakdown to check your messages.

[9:50 am] minho: ur such a terrible liar

you faceplant into the dining room table, groaning loudly.

seungmin —

all your friends are at a barbecue restaurant right now, eating korean-style short ribs. all your friends are probably having the time of their lives at this very moment, and you're stuck at the library with kim seungmin because he insists on making you study for the upcoming physics exam with him. just because he "can't stand watching you get a 61 on your exam again."

you stare down at your physics notes and sigh wistfully at the thought of spare ribs. seungmin looks up from his laptop, wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the light, and reaches out to tap your nose lightly with his fountain pen. you quickly snap back to reality and glance up to glare at him.

"what was that for?"

"stop thinking about spare ribs and focus. the exam's coming in two weeks."

you scowl. "i wasn't thinking about spare ribs."

"sure you weren't," seungmin sighs. "don't you think i've known you long enough to be able to tell whenever you're actually focusing?"

you glower at him resentfully but open your physics textbook anyways, rustling through your backpack until you locate a pink highlighter. you attempt to underscore the average acceleration formula with bright pink, before realizing that the highlighter is bone dry and no longer contains a single drop of ink in its cartridge.

groaning, you toss the highlighter into the trashcan and attempt to begin yet another search for a highlighter that actually works. but before you can unzip your backpack, seungmin takes a highlighter from his own pencil case and pushes it towards you.

"here, just use mine instead."

you stare at the green highlighter that lies in front of you on the table and pretend that you don't find it stupidly wholesome that seungmin just offered you one of his highlighters.

"staring at the highlighter won't do anything, you know."

you look up to see seungmin smiling slightly at you, amusement laced in his tone. frowning, you grab the highlighter, uncapping it to rather aggressively color the average acceleration formula a neon green.

seungmin stares at you exasperatedly before reaching out to grab the highlighter. for a moment, your fingers brush against each other and you can do is stare stupidly at seungmin's hand over yours. your heartbeat flutters wildly, pulsing through your flesh. his hands are so pretty— slim and veiny and perfectly shaped.

and then seungmin takes his hand away, clutching the green highlighter and glaring at you antagonizingly. "you shouldn't highlight so violently, you'll break the highlighter."

you stare at him, cheeks flushed before clearing your throat and averting your gaze. "whatever."

this cannot be happening. you cannot possibly have fallen for kim seungmin.

but you suppose your burning cheeks and adrenaline-pumped veins say more about your feelings for seungmin than words ever will.

jisung —

you should not feel this irritated.

silently, you watch as jisung grins at ryujin as he hands her a plastic cup of some cocktail minho just whipped up. he looks happy, you think— maybe even happier than he is whenever he's with you.

you resist the urge to crumple up the red plastic party cup in your hand. a disgusting mixture of vodka and vermouth sloshes in the cup, with a pitiful slice of lime floating on top. you take a sip of the revolting concoction and marvel at how much its flavor parallels dog vomit.

grimacing, you toss the cup into the trash. you really shouldn't have come to this party after all. but felix had pleaded with you so desperately, all puppy eyes and pouty lips— it had been quite literally impossible to say no. shooting yet another glance in jisung's direction, you find him to be still conversing with ryujin, lips tugging into a wide grin. you mentally curse yourself for caring so much and avert your attention to the snacks bar, where minho is currently stuffing his face.

he gives you a nod as you approach, cheeks stuffed full of dasik cookies. you come to stand next to him, reaching out to nibble on a custard cake.

minho stares at your forlorn expression and frowns. "what's with the face?"

"it's nothing," you sigh and cast another look in jisung's direction. minho follows your gaze and scoffs at the sight of jisung talking animatedly with ryujin.

"what, are you jealous?"

"jealous? me?" you attempt to sound nonchalant (and fail heroically) as you pick at your custard cake, appetite ruined. "not a chance."

"sure you aren't," minho hums. "why don't you just tell him that you like him? it's not that hard."

"i don't like him."

"right," minho says, "because i'm sure it's completely platonic to stalk him on social media, right? and texting me nonstop about how adorable his cheeks are is just a friendly gesture, right? you're so painfully whipped for him that it's disgusting. just talk to him, what's the worst that can happen?"

you shake your head and look down at your feet, pressing your lips into a firm line.

"you love him, don't you?"

minho's voice is soft and almost sympathizing in a way. you snap your head up to glare at him menacingly.

"i do not love—"

taking another glance in jisung's direction, you feel your chest seize up at the sight of him. you correct yourself before minho can even bother.

"oh my god. i do love him."

minho smiles complacently. "about time that you noticed."

changbin —

"i could set you up with someone. i've got a few friends who are also tragically single.. want me to text them for you?"

you groan. this has to be at least the third time hyunjin has attempted to find you a date. "hyunjin, for the last fucking time, i'm fine! i don't need you to play matchmaker!"

hyunjin throws up his hands in despair. "the dance is coming in two days! i'm just trying to be a good fucking friend so you don't end up being the only single person there!"

you shrug it off. "it's fine, i just won't go."

"the dance is mandatory," hyunjin deadpans. "haven't you heard? all seniors have to participate."

you moan. "but i don't want to end up with some random person i don't even know! imagine how awkward that'll be. besides, you don't even have a date to the dance— why the fuck are you bothering me about it?"

"oh, but i do." hyunjin smirks. "i just asked minho yesterday night."

you look up in shock. "he actually said yes?"

hyunjin hesitates. "well, i think so? at least he didn't threaten to cook me in an airfryer at 180 degrees for 20 minutes which is basically equivalent to a yes. he kind of threatened me afterwards though. said he would deepfry me if i stepped on his toes during the dance."

you grin at him, genuinely pleased. "so after three years of pining after him, you finally got the guy, huh?"

"i didn't like him for that long," hyunjin protests. "2 years at the most."

and then he goes off on this long tangent about how pretty minho's eyes are and how cute his hands are ("they're practically half the size of mine!") and you stop listening to sigh over your terrible luck because even hyunjin got his guy and you're still stuck pining after seo changbin after four fucking years.

the problem isn't really that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. rather, it's more that changbin is so painfully oblivious towards you and your attempts to convey your interest in him that you haven't ever managed to find an opportunity to properly confess to him.

he's foolishly ignorant in that way. so intensely observant when it comes to his friends, but terribly unaware in matters pertaining to himself. but you like him for it anyways— just because it's seo changbin and you would probably give him the sun and the moon on a silver platter if he were to only ask.

buff arms and loud laughter, full of bubbly enthusiasm and bright grins. there are so many things you want with seo changbin. you want to run a hand along his jaw and tell him just how pretty he is. mold your lips against his and breathe in his familiar scent of laundry detergent and jasmine. hold his hand and press butterfly kisses to his knuckles. you want so many things with him, and at the end of the day, you have nothing. but you choose to love him anyways, because love is blind in all of its stupid whims and vagaries.

something aches deep within your chest at the thought of changbin.

you think it might just be love.

felix —

ap chemistry does not deserve to be cried over.

so when the tears fall over your chemistry textbook, you resent yourself for giving your stupid ap course the satisfaction of seeing you have a mental breakdown over equilibrium constants. but you really can't help it. the ap exam is coming in 2 days and you still haven't figured out equilibrium equations yet even though you've been studying nonstop for 4 hours now.

frustrated, you run a hand through your hair and faceplant into your desk, groaning. the time on your phone reads 1:37 am. sighing, you slam your textbook shut and prepare to crawl into bed to spend yet another sleepless night worrying over pH values and whatnot.

a soft knock sounds against your door as you stand up. "can i come in?"

felix's deep baritone voice is so gentle that you resist the urge to cry all over again. quickly, you run the sleeve of your sweater over your cheeks to erase any signs of tears and collapse on your bed, attempting to feign casualty.

"go ahead."

the door swings open and felix walks in, a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. he carefully sets it down by the table next to your bedside and takes in your tired eyebags and messy hair. you look away, cheeks burning.

"are you okay?"

you close your eyes and will yourself not to cry. naturally, it doesn't work.

the tears spill out, pooling on your bed sheets and leaving damp spots over your pillowcase. felix comes to sit by you on the bed, glancing down at you with forbearing eyes— the constellation of freckles adorning his nose and cheeks is especially apparent under the dim light of your room.

"you should take breaks, you know," he murmurs in a low tone, running a gentle hand through your hair. "you'll burn out if you study for long periods of time."

you lean into his touch, sighing contentedly. there is something about felix that is so pellucidly safe that you naturally relax around him. pressing a chaste kiss to his fingertips, you allow yourself to have this small moment of tranquility.

you glance up to marvel at the boy next to you. this freckled, sun-kissed boy who bakes you brownies and offers you an unlimited supply of backhugs. this boy who has found his way into even the most remote corners of your heart— who has loved you relentlessly even in your worst moments.

gazing at him from under the covers of your sheets, it is not hard to acknowledge and believe that you love him back with an equal intensity.

jeongin —

jeongin looks almost peaceful from underneath the sterile white sheets of his hospital bed. his face is bare of any blemishes save a small cut on his upper lip, and if you didn't know better, you'd almost think he was asleep.

you sit by his bed and run a hand through your greasy hair, looking and feeling like shit. but you suppose anyone would be the same if they had spent 2 days sitting in a hospital without bothering to shower or eat.

"yang jeongin," you say, "i am never going to forgive you when you wake up."

you reach out a hand to brush his dark bangs away from his eyes, running your thumb across his prominent cheekbones. if jeongin were conscious, he'd shy away from your touch, grinning at you with that wide smile of his. but he isn't, so you revel in being able to touch him without being dodged.

"please wake up," you say, and there is nothing but raw desperation in your voice. "please."

you think that it must be the world's greatest coincidence that jeongin's eyes flutter open a few seconds later. you freeze, mouth agape in astonishment, before immediately jumping back, yanking your hand away from his cheek.

"have you been awake this entire time?" you demand.

jeongin slowly sits up, stretching out his arms. "only for the last few hours or so."

"so you heard everything?"

jeongin grins. "pretty much, yeah."

you narrow your eyes at him menacingly but laugh anyways. maybe later, you will scold him for his carelessness and lecture him on the importance of looking both ways before you cross a street. but as of now, you allow yourself to grin at him from across the hospital bed, relief flooding through your veins.

you are nothing but a fool in love when it comes to jeongin.

chan —

the rhythmic clicking of laptop keys in chan's room has been going on since the evening. it's well after midnight by now. you don't know how he does it— chan claims that being a workaholic is in his blood; you claim that he's just got an incurable addiction to working overtime.

you slip into his room and come to sit by him. he doesn't look up from his laptop, eyes fixated to the screen, but he reaches out a hand until he finds your shoulder to give you a gentle squeeze. you hum and tug at his wrist.

"you've been working since four, you know that?"

"i know," chan sighs, "i just have to get this track right, then i'll go to bed."

you roll your eyes. "you can finish it tomorrow, you've still got time."

"i'm promised to take felix out to see the new movie tomorrow!" he says, "i have to finish it today."

"then the day after tomorrow!"

"i'm volunteering to do an interview with one of our sponsorships that day!"

you gaze at him, half in amazement, half in annoyance. here is someone who lacks almost any sense of self-preservation, someone who throws himself wholly into his burdens, who is willing to stay up until 6 in the morning if it means finishing off a track.

you admire him for it, but also wish he would be a little less selfless sometimes.

chan catches you staring and quickly looks away, the tips of his ears coloring red. "what is it?"

you smile. "nothing."

should it be called love? this feeling that surges through you at the sight of him, consuming you wholly.

maybe. you would like it to be so.