#jeongwoo fluff

[alohajun]

♡ THE SEVEN STAGES OF FALLING FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND — PARK JEONGWOO

jeongwoo x fem!reader | wc : 2k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, angst, swearing, playful teasing, mentions of food, crying, mutual pining (?) | request : hi can i makes request? childhood friends to lovers with jeongwoo (cut off to not spoil the plot)

ACT ONE — PROMISES

“you know, it’s crazy how one day we could be hanging out on the rooftop for the last time and we wouldn’t even know it.”

you muttered, hugging your knees as you turned to look at your best friend, park jeongwoo.

he scoffed. “like i’d ever let you stop having our daily catchup sessions on the roof,” he quipped, shaking his head. “you are stuck with me forever, love.” jeongwoo smiled, reaching out as he invited you into his embrace.

“well, good.” you chuckled, finding solace between the brunet’s arms. “because i’m not going anywhere, woo.”

“ooh, is that a promise, missy?” jeongwoo inquired, raising his brows.

you smiled, nodding. “yeah. we are gonna be besties forever and always.” you never felt more sure about anything than when you made the promise while watching the moon.

“forever and always, indeed.”

ACT TWO — OBLIVIOUSNESS

out of all the drama club traditions, melancholy mondays were definitely jeongwoo’s favorite. 

it was when the drama club would get together and watch a movie that would somehow have most of their members in tears. and as sadistic as it sounded, jeongwoo enjoyed those days the most.

why, you may ask?

well, it was because there was something about you crying like a baby while being held by jeongwoo that did things to his heart. 

he always waved it off as finding you adorable — which was without a doubt the truth — but there was something else to it too.

but jeongwoo just couldn’t put his finger on what that feeling was.

just like clockwork, every monday, park jeongwoo sat right beside you, enveloping his arms around you while you watched the drama club’s weekly sad movie, wiping away your tears as if it were his profession.

“why would he do that?” you cried, gripping tightly onto your best friend’s shirt. “they could’ve been so good together.”

jeongwoo nodded, patting your head softly. “could they, though?” he asked quietly. “he loved her enough to know it was the right thing to do. i would do the same, honestly,” he muttered.

you turned to look at your friend, your lips quivering at the thought of him not being there for you ever again. “don’t say that.” you teared up instantly, sobbing as you were pulled into his embrace.

jeongwoo winced, regretting his choice of words. “shit, i’m sorry. you know, i didn’t mean it like that,” he apologized.

sumin chuckled as he saw the two best friends, exchanging knowing glances with jinsik. “you can’t tell me they aren’t dating.” he raised his brows, skeptical.

“you’ll be surprised.” jinsik laughed. “that’s how they usually are.”

“like a couple?” sumin inquired, shocked at the response.

“exactly like a couple.”

ACT THREE — PROTECTIVENESS

“wow, such a gentleman you are.” you scoffed, frowning at your monitor, as you listened to the unsolicited curses from a fellow gamer. “could you speak one sentence without a curse word in it?”

jeongwoo paused his game as he looked up from his phone, brows furrowed in concern. “hey, love. what’s wrong?” he inquired, immediately at your side.

you pushed the mic upward with a sigh. “the guy’s just a sore loser. he started cursing everyone out, and when i told him to stop, he just targeted me,” you explained.

“hand over the headset, please?” jeongwoo didn’t even wait for your response, taking your headphones off before wearing them himself. “hi there. could you just repeat what you just said?”

you couldn’t help but crack a smile, amused at how polite jeongwoo was when you knew he was most definitely getting cursed out by the other guy.

“woah, dude. calm down.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“woo-” you tried to cut him off, not wanting him to get into a virtual fight unnecessarily because of you. “please.”

jeongwoo raised a hand to stop you, raising his voice as he spoke to the gamer guy. “no, man. you listen to me!” he exclaimed. “you may as well whisper in my friend’s direction; i will hunt you myself. good riddance.” he ended the game, shutting down your setup.

you bit your bottom lip, worriedly glancing over at the male. “woo, are–” you spoke, pausing when jeongwoo looked at you with furrowed brows.

“don’t let anyone speak to you like that ever, love. if they cause trouble, just let me know. i’ll take care of it for you, okay?”

ACT FOUR — COMPANIONSHIP

you let out a sigh for the umpteenth time as you felt your best friend poke your side, fisting your hand on the table to calm yourself down. 

for the past half-hour, park jeongwoo seemed to find happiness in poking the side of your waist. the way he could distract you from getting your work done in class made him chuckle.

his actions earned snickers from the backbenchers, but he was more accomplished upon seeing your adorable frown every time you turned to look at him. 

one more time. just one more time, and i swear–

“park jeongwoo, i swear i am this close to–” you seethed, holding your index and thumb together with just a sliver of space between them. “-ripping your fingers out of your hands, for real.”

the class fell into a pin-drop silence at your outburst, followed by your teacher kicking you out of the class along with your best friend.

despite your whining about how you did nothing wrong, you found yourself outside your class, mustering the harshest glare you could as you faced the one who got you into this mess.

you really wanted to be angry at him; you really did. but alas, one look at each other, and the two of you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.

fuck park jeongwoo and his fucking handsome face.

jeongwoo smiled. “damn, stop looking at me like that; i’m blushing,” he teased. “i might just think you want to kiss me, love.” he chuckled, his shoulders bouncing as he laughed.

“oh, you think about that a lot, don’t you, park?"

ACT FIVE — UNREQUITED

“will you just shut up and eat this, y/n?” jeongwoo sighed, not wanting to give up on his attempt to make sure you were properly getting your meals.

you whined. “woo, i’m literally carrying our team right now. one wrong move and we lose, so can’t i please eat later?” you asked, hoping he’d listen to your pleas.

“you’ve been telling me that for the last hour. i’m not falling for that again.”

“woo, please. come on, don’t be like that.”

jeongwoo shook his head, grabbing your collar as he pulled you closer. “i’m ending this game right now, guys,” he said into the headset. “i need to make sure my girl gets her meals,” he stated, and with a few clicks, he ended the game like he promised.

it made you laugh, seeing how the bare proximity between you and your best friend knocked the air out of your lungs while he seemed absolutely normal. his gestures, his words, his behavior — everything drove you crazy.

you didn’t really know why you felt like this, but then again, you knew exactly why.

“my girl, huh?” you focused on something else to distract yourself. “didn’t know i was yours.”

jeongwoo chuckled, nodding. “you would love that, wouldn’t you, love?” he quipped, clearly teasing you.

fucking hell, yeah, i would. 

ACT SIX — REALIZATION

park jeongwoo sat between his friends, hands fisting in anger as he tried to register what they were talking about.

why would y/n date someone and not tell me about them?

“nah, but like, the way he asked her out was also cute, though,” sumin stated, noting the way jeongwoo’s expressions changed with every word he spoke. “with all her favorite snacks and those cute little notes.”

jinsik snickered, understanding what his friend was trying to do. “yeah, honestly, they are super cute together too,” he agreed. “i can’t believe it’s been one month since that day,” he added, instantly getting the younger male’s attention.

“wait, what? one month? y/n’s been dating him for a month?!”

“yeah, you didn’t know?”

jeongwoo scoffed. “of course i didn’t fucking know,” he grumbled, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“i mean, it’s understandable.” jinsik shrugged. “hyunwoo is a mutual friend of you and y/n, so maybe they wanted to keep it low-key in case it didn’t work out.” 

why would you date one of my best friends and not tell me about it, y/n?

“no, it’s not understandable!” jeongwoo stated, raising his voice angrily. “how can y/n just date someone and not tell me?!”

“you are mad at y/n?”

“well, wouldn’t you be mad at your best friend if they were dating someone behind your back?”

sumin couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head. “actually, if i were you, i’d be mad at hyunwoo.” he shrugged. “you’ve known hyunwoo longer than y/n, so why are you mad at her?” he asked.

jeongwoo fell silent at his friend’s words, not understanding the logic himself. 

exactly why was he mad at you more than hyunwoo? 

though you were both his best friends, jeongwoo knew hyunwoo longer, so it was confusing as to why he was mad at you more.

“are you mad at y/n for not telling you?” jinsik inquired, raising his brows as he looked at jeongwoo. “or are you mad at yourself because all it took was a stupid lie for you to realize you like her?”

“huh, what?”

“y/n’s not dating anyone, jeongwoo. we just made it up because we know you like each other, but you were just too oblivious to notice it,” sumin admitted. “you like y/n, jeongwoo.”

yeah, i guess i like her. quite a lot, actually.

ACT SEVEN — CONFESSION

park jeongwoo stood outside your house, going over the words he wanted to tell you in his head.

after that chat with his friends, the brunet couldn't help but feel like an idiot, realizing how stupid he must've made you feel with his words and actions.

and all it took was for his friends to lie to him, for him to realize he had fallen for his best friend.

before he could gather the courage to ring the doorbell, you opened the door, having seen him standing outside for quite a while now.

for some reason, your best friend was distancing himself from you, and you didn't know why.

and now that he was finally at your doorstep, you approached him first before he changed his mind and ran away.

"woo," you softly muttered, cracking a small smile at him. "is everything alright? you haven't been answering any of my texts or calls properly lately."

park jeongwoo felt his heart break as he heard the disheartened tone in your voice, followed by the little pout on your lips.

"i'm sorry, love. i really am."

"n–no, it's alright. i just–"

"i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner." jeongwoo shook his head. "i'm sorry you had to think i never felt anything for you."

your eyes widened in shock, head tilted in confusion as you looked at the male standing in front of you.

he nodded, seeing your confused look. "i like you, y/n. and i was an idiot to not have realized it earlier," he admitted. "i like you very much."

"really?"

"yeah, we were always best friends, and i never thought i'd have to lose you to anybody. but the thought of you looking at someone else the way you look at me drives me crazy, and i wouldn't be able to live with that, you know?"

you teared up a little at his words, realizing they were truly heartfelt. you had never felt more loved by the way he looked at you, eyes filled with affection.

"so, what i'm really tryna ask is," jeongwoo paused, taking a deep breath, "would you kinda sorta maybe wanna be mine?”

“i’m yours, jeongwoo. forever and always yours.”

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[wooahaes]

a boost of confidence

pairing: non-idol!jeongwoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff <3

word count: ~0.9k

warnings: food mentions. two whole dummies crushing on each other hard.

daisy's notes: hes just. silly lil goofy guy (whos taller than me by a Lot)

“Are you sure you’re okay with it just being the two of us?”

Jeongwoo nearly jumped at the sound of your voice, even though this was your house. You’d come back into the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn and your own drink (his was already set on a coaster on the coffee table). The other snacks were already out, and Jeongwoo had lightly picked at a piece of candy, although he’d never cracked open the wrapper. It was something for him to idly fiddle with, heart racing in his chest. 

“Are you?” He asked, positive his cheeks were flushed. Suddenly, he felt so obvious. You had to know, didn’t you…?

You passed the bowl of popcorn to him as you reached for the controller. “I’m fine with it! I’m always happy to hang out with you,” you giggled. “I just… I dunno. It’s weird everyone dropped out, y’know?”

Doyoung had made up an excuse about homework. Haruto said something about some limited item that Hyunsuk wanted, so he had to go with him and Yoshi to try and get it. Junghwan just faked sick (because Jeongwoo heard that fake cough—he can’t be fooled!). Which meant it was now just you and Jeongwoo, because you still wanted to watch movies, and he…

Well. He was probably an idiot. “I guess it’s just a weird coincidence, huh?”

A+ acting. Jeongwoo felt awkward as hell trying to feign ignorance, but you seemed to buy it as you started up the first movie. His shoulder was pressed against your own, a plush blanket thrown over his lap. You’d taken the popcorn bowl back, setting it in your lap as the two of you watched. As much as he wanted to focus on the movie, your hand was pressing against his. This movie wasn’t even scary, but he almost wished it was—just to have an excuse to hold your hand and then maybe find the courage to just do what he needed to do. He said today would be the day. That was why everyone backed out, right? Because Jeongwoo had promised he’d confess today?

Barely twenty minutes in, he decided to throw caution to the wind. He paused it, and turned to you, speaking up before you could ask what was wrong, “Everyone backed out because I told them I was going to tell you I like you.” 

You stared at him. “What?”

He shut his eyes. “I kept telling myself I’d confess to you that I’ve had a crush on you for a while. But I kept backing out because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. The others kept telling me it was all in my head and that I should just say something already, so I said I’d do it today, and then they all just… ditched us to make sure I’d do it.” 

“Jeongwoo—”

“I know it was stupid,” he opened his eyes, watching you for a moment. “But I didn’t want to not say something. You deserve to know why I act so weird sometimes—”

“So Doyoung wasn’t lying to me?”

He stared at you. “What?”

“Doyoung told me that you liked me, too,” you said, “and that I should just say something.” 

Wait. What? Really? “You… You like me?” He said, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t planned this far, actually—he always thought it would be a matter of him confessing, you telling him it was okay, and the two of you resolving to not destroy your friendship over this. “Really?!” 

Suddenly, it was your turn to be flustered. “Yeah! I mean… You’re really sweet. I dunno, Doyoung told me it was obvious that I liked you because I always laughed really loud at your jokes, even when they weren’t that funny…” 

… Now that you mentioned it, it was a little more obvious. His hand pressed against your own again, and he yearned to hold it. “Okay, so… Can I take you on a real date sometime?”

“I think this can easily count as a ‘real’ date, if you want,” you hummed. “That way our next date doesn’t have to be our first.” 

“What’s wrong with that?”

You watched him. “Aren’t first dates awkward sometimes? I dunno, I just… I didn’t want our first date to be awkward. If we call this our first date, then we can just have fun next time.”

Oh. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. How cute of you… You were already thinking ahead to the point of wanting a second date when he’d yet to have this first one with you. “I think I’d like that a lot.”

With the movie started again, Jeongwoo felt you slide in a little closer. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you took his hand again. He intertwined his fingers with yours, the way he always used to when the two of you were walking through a crowd because you’d always get lost otherwise. Yet this time it felt different. 

Maybe, in his heart, it was because this was day one for him. Movies and cuddling with his favorite person… It’d be a first date he’d always hold close to his heart.

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[tzuyusluv]

❥ Darari

genre -> fluff

pairing -> trs jeongwoo x reader

warnings -> nothing that I can see

word count -> 0.1k

summary -> treasure’s jeongwoo as a dad

• Playing games with his kids

• Even when they mess up he’s there cheering them on the entire time 🥹

• When he picks his kids up from school, he’ll wear their backpacks on his shoulders

• So this tall man is wearing a paw patrol backpack on one shoulder and a monster high one on the other

• Cries on their first days of school

• Takes a picture as well and keeps them in a scrap book, so the scrap book has pictures of them before kindergarten, junior high, high school and college

• Does car karaoke with them

• Letting his kids pick out some juice at the grocery store

• Feeding them whenever they ask

• Just an incredibly happy dad and tries his best for the kids 🫶

[hinaaspanda]

wait for me, okay? | s.jh

pairing: brother's best friend! so junghwan x fem reader warnings: swearing, alcohol genre: brother's best friend, uni au, fluff!! and a smidge of angst wc: 9.4k

You couldn't help but baby So Junghwan—your brother's best friend who just happened to be one year your junior—all your life. That was, until Junghwan abruptly stopped talking to you once you began high school. You learned to move on eventually, but all your efforts were put to the test in your second year in university when an all grown up Junghwan enrolls in your school!

a/n: hi!! im back with another fic hehe, this time featuring my treasure bias Junghwan! been meaning to post for awhile but real life is so hjsfhdjgfabsjg yk anyways enjoy!!

2013. 07. 10

“Junghwanie? What’s wrong?”

Jungwhan could barely look up at you. You watched the boy’s shoulders slump over as he sat on the wood surface, feet bleakly swinging in the air. Dirt and grass littered and stained his knees and elbows.

“Some older kids took my soccer ball—they called me a twerp, too.” Tears welled up in Junghwan’s eyes. It made your heart sink. You jumped up to sit beside him as Junghwan sniffled, snot running down his nose. “Jeongwoo’s trying to get it back for me.”

Your eyes narrowed, watching the older boys further down the field. Two of them kicked the ball between them, while a third held your twin brother by the head in a rough noogie. Seeing it all made your blood boil, your fists shake. Your mom told you about bullying before; how you should never do it, and how you should always help others if they’re being bullied. Your fists balled up tighter and tighter. You needed to help Junghwan. 

You glanced down at your tiny fists. What could you do? You couldn’t do anything. You were just a weak kid. 

An idea spurred in your mind. You scooted closer to the boy beside you. Fiddling with the pink, frilly fabric, you slowly slid off the elastic hung snug against your wrist Maybe you couldn’t fight off some scary middle schooler, but you could at least do this. 

“Here,” You hovered the pink scrunchie in front of Junghwan, a small smile lining your lips as you faced him. “You can have this. Maybe this will cheer you up.”

Junghwan’s eyes widened. “Your scrunchie—isn’t this your favourite?”

“I know, but it makes me happy—hopefully it makes you happy, too!” A grin stretched across your face. 

Junghwan gulped, head still hanging low. His face flushed into a deep red as his eyes flit back and forth between you and his feet. The redness spread onto the shell of his ear as he hid his face beneath his dirtied forearm. 

“Thanks, y/n.” Junghwan finally smiled, your chest sinking in relief. 

2024. 08. 20

“Did we leave anything in the car?” Jeongwoo’s exhaustion spilled through his voice as he cradled his neck with both hands. 

“Don’t think so,” Sweat beaded from his temples as Junghwan hunched forward, gently dropping the cardboard box at his feet. He straightened up, using a forearm to wipe his forehead, pushing back his hair in the process. Junghwan turned to you, an awkward smile lining his lips. “Did you see anything, y/n?”

“Nope.” you pursed your lips, fiddling with a loose piece of tape on one of Junghwan’s miscellaneous boxes—a box you sat on as you unloaded Junghwan’s belongings into his new dorm. 

“Thank fuck,” Jeongwoo heaved a very sigh before plopping onto Junghwan’s new bed, treating it like his own.

So Junghwan—your brother’s best friend, and the youngest of you three—was on his way to begin a new chapter in his life; university. And now, Junghwan was moving to an entirely different city in order to attend university; your university, to be exact. 

He was moving away from his best friend, and moving closer to you—a peculiar set up, considering how far you two had drifted within the past few years. 

So Junghwan was a staple in your life during your childhood. It was you, him, and your brother against the world. The three of you didn’t need anyone else as you went on your daytime adventures to the neighbourhood playground; spending your measly allowance on snacks and sweets from the convenience store down the road from your homes; running away from the dreaded reality of chores and homework. 

Even if the boys were closer, it didn’t stop you from cherishing your friendship with Junghwan; You’d always tag along whenever Jeongwoo would visit his house, you'd bring extra snacks to school just for him. He felt the same, always welcoming you with a warm smile. You babied him, spoiled him silly. He was a year your junior, after all—how much he contrasted against your mischievous, prankster brother didn’t help, either. He was the only one of your brother’s friends you genuinely cared for. 

Once you entered highschool, however, the distance between you two only grew. Junghwan talked to you less, reserving all his attention to girls in his class and your own brother. Soon enough, the childhood trio you grew up with began to dissolve, fade away—leaving the infamous duo, and you in its wake. 

You decided to just shrug it off, opting to focus on your own life, your own friendships. Maybe he got tired of you. Maybe it was just a part of growing up.  

Maybe you were just the girl who babied him too much.

Which brings you back to the present, in which you were helping Junghwan move into his university dorm. Not because you were friends, but because you so happened to be the only one in the area. 

“Think I’m gonna head out.” Jeongwoo abruptly huffed out, shaking you back to reality. In one swift movement, Jeongwoo slid his car keys off the wood of the desk and looped them around his finger. Rising up at the foot of Junghwan’s mattress, Jeongwoo spun the clanking metal around before catching it with the rest of his hand. Junghwan followed suit, arms automatically up and out for your twin brother. 

You watched as the boys hugged and said their goodbyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the heartwarming sight. For second, it made you forget about this very very awkward set up. 

“Bye, loser,” Jeongwoo hummed into the crook of your neck as you hugged your brother goodbye. You glanced up, your eyes making contact with Junghwan’s frame. Your eyes trail up, noticing Junghwan’s eyes flit away from what looked like your direction, and his adam’s apple erratically bobbing up and down. You furrow your brows, taking note of the redness spreading over the curve of Junghwan’s ear. 

With a slam of the door, Jeongwoo was gone—and only then did your entire body freeze. 

You and Junghwan stood stagnant in the middle of his cramped dorm room. Awkward silence filled the air—filling your lungs and suffocating your chest. That's what you told yourself, anyway. You totally weren’t finding excuses to not talk to the boy you haven’t talked to in years. Totally. 

Only now have you gotten a proper chance to really look at Junghwan; really capture how much he's changed since you last saw him. This was probably his third growth spurt by now, with the way his figure towered over you. You studied the way his chestnut hair fell gently below his eyes, and how it was parted not at the middle, but slightly to the left. You caught a few glimpses of his broad shoulders—his built frame peeking through his campus sweater. You pinched yourself. Who cares if Junghwan grew up a little?

You cleared your throat. No. No matter how awkward all this was, how rocky your history was; you still needed to be strong, reliable. Junghwan was still your junior, after all. 

“So, you excited?” you wanted to slap yourself. What kind of question was that?

“Yeah,” Junghwan hummed a chuckle, maybe out of pity. You weren’t sure. “A little nervous, though.”

“Why? ‘Cause of classes?” You were just trying to make conversation, but maybe a part of you was concerned. Old habits die hard, anyway. 

Junghwan paused for a few long seconds, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Right. Classes.”

Your eyes furrowed at his weird, hesitant tone, but you brushed those thoughts away. You shine a bogus smile his way—the brighter the smile, the more convincing the lie. “Well, you can always ask for help!”

Junghwan hummed another smile—this time softer, more fragile. More genuine. His eyes never daring to let go of your frame. It made you insanely self aware of your own skin, your own being. You were being read like a book; though you doubt it was much of a page turner. You instinctively shield your torso with your crossed arms.

“It’s good to see you again, y/n.”

You stammered over his words, his very unexpected words. “Oh, uh, you too.”

Another blanket of silence fell on top of you, giving you ample time to reset; to compose yourself from the mess you were becoming. You cleared your throat, eyes darting straight towards the window. Junghwan, meanwhile, tucked both hands in his back pockets, eyes doing all they can to avoid your line of sight, as he sucked in air through his pursed lips. 

“I guess I should head out, too—”

Junghwan pivots to you, hurried. 

“Actually—I do have a favour to ask.”

“He asked you for a campus tour?” Your friend Winnie asked before popping a comically large cheeto in her mouth. Her munches and crunches filled the air of your shared apartment as you sunk into the couch—utterly defeated. 

“And I said yes,” You whined into the fabric of your throw pillow. 

Winnie only giggles, popping another chip and munching happily. “Girl, relax. You’re literally the only person he knows right now. Better to go with you than be lost on the first day.”

You grumble. You hated how level-headed she was. “But everything’s gonna be so awkward. We haven’t talked in years—”

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward,” Winnie shrugs. 

You could only groan. Winnie was right, you were being dramatic. So what if So Junghwan suddenly trudged back into your life, after leaving without a trace. You should be totally normal about this. 

You slap yourself back to reality as you roll your limp body over, finally catching your breath after covering your face with the pillow. You flit your phone open, fiddling with the first arbitrary app you come across. Winnie does the same before her voice peaks up again. 

“So, what about Eunhyeok?”

Your ears barely drown out the looped audio of the internet video plastered on your phone screen as your mind draws to a blank. “...Who?” 

Winnie’s eyebrow cocks to the sky. “Eunhyeok. The guy from social econ last year? Mr. ‘first talking stage in forever?’”

Your eyes widen. Right. Your mind has been so occupied with the new school semester starting and helping Junghwan move cities that you completely forgot about your date next week with Kwon Eunhyeok —a guy you only shared 

one (1) class with before finding him on a dating app last month. You heave a sigh, leaning back on the plush of the couch as more weight has been added to the boulder of burden on your shoulders. 

“Don’t tell me Mr. "Freshman’s’ got you all distracted, now.” Winnie teased, a stupid grin contaminating her face. You roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

“My girl’s the main character of a love triangle, ooh!” Winnie pestered, belting a laugh as you groaned in response, making your way towards the kitchen. You swing the fridge door open, letting the cool air refresh you as you reach in to grab a can of soda. Maybe that would alleviate the burning rush of your cheeks. 

Would it stop your erratic heart beat, too? 

“Over here is the campus gym,” Winnie jutted her finger towards the building on her right, large windows showcasing the different gym equipment scattered all over the floor. Her arm then pivoted, pointing straight towards the open bed of grass, basking in the afternoon sun. “This is the field—it’s supposed to be where the teams practice, but really students come here when they wanna skip.” 

You and Junghwan, at opposite ends of Winnie's shoulders, laugh timidly. You knew you had to give Junghwan a tour today, but you also knew you needed some kind of assistance. It was the only way you'd come out of this alive, sanity unharmed. So, you let Winnie take the lead, letting yourself hide in the sidelines. 

“That being said, I better not catch you here!” Winnie jabbed a finger towards Junghwan’s chest, to which he responded by holding up both hands in surrender, eyes flitting back to you for a split second. “Yes, ma'am!”

“Hey, y/n!” a voice closely trailed behind Junghwan’s boom of a voice. The voice was faint, as if it was carried and coddled by the wind. Filtered through the breeze. Nevertheless, you could tell it was coming from the direction of the field. Your head shot up towards the air, your eyes landing on a small huddle of guys at the centre of the grass. The one in the middle rolled a soccer ball between his foot and the grass, while the other two kicked at the grass, hands shoved deep in their pockets. As you walked closer to the field, the man in the middle began to look more and more familiar. It was Kwon Eunhyeok. 

Eunhyeok had a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he waved his hand in a ‘come here' motion. “You wanna play?”

You couldn't help but furrow your brows. You've never told him anything about liking or playing sports—because you definitely didn't. “Um…”

“It's 2v2, but we need one more player. Wanna join?” 

You hugged your shoulders, looking around aimlessly. Though really you were just looking for an apt escape. “I dunno—”

“I'll do it.”

Everyone’s heads snapped towards the timid freshman, who’s voice had finally spoken up after staying quiet for an abnormally long time. One hand lazily in the air while the other fiddled with belt loops in his pants. Silence swiftly fogged over the group as the boys looked at each other. 

“You don't have to,” you tried to butt in. You didn't want to bother him with this, nor did you even want to stay out here any longer.

Besides, the idea of Junghwan and Eunhyeok interacting shot a weird feeling down your stomach.

“I’ll be fine,” Junghwan shot a quick yet soft smile at you, and you gulped; his eye smile suddenly making you feel the need to drink water. Slowly, Junghwan slid off the straps of his backpack and dropped it onto the grassy field, his black zip up hoodie quickly following suit. You unfortunately took note of his newly revealed short sleeves—not too tight, yet not too loose—and, now, you really wished you had some water on you.

When you snap back to reality, the boys make their decision, welcoming the freshman into their group easily. “Alright, man. Let’s play!”

The breeze was cold against your skin. 

You sat dead centre of the vast campus quad, knees tucked in against your chest, your chin hammocked on your knuckles as they clung onto your kneecaps. You weren’t exactly sure why you stayed to watch those boys play soccer. Heaven knows you didn’t enjoy it, and Winnie wasn’t even around anymore. Instead, she was allowed to hide away in the safe haven of her evening class. Lucky.

You glance up, eyes latching onto Junghwan, who was currently locked in the game. His back was hunched over as he clung onto his knees, sweat pooling on his shirt. 

You weren’t exactly sure why you stayed, but something in you told you to stay—and your body obeyed like a puppet to its strings, apparently.

Junghwan doesn’t wait long. A few seconds later, he’s back with the main group, tossing the soccer ball and pushing the tall blades of grass beneath it. Nevertheless, your eyes linger— stupidly so. They linger as his hair flies against the wind, brushing entirely away from his face. They watch Junghwan’s broad shoulders practically shining through his supposedly loose t-shirt, the way his back tensed beneath each and every movement. You watch his muscles flex as he ran to the ball. You gulp. Has he been working out that much since you last talked? 

A huge smile swipes across his face, his eyes lost in the crescent moons of his eye smile. Your heart skips a beat. 

You choke. You didn’t find Junghwan attractive, did you? 

You wonder where that cold breeze went. It would’ve been helpful in calming down your skin—which was currently being lit on fire. 

“HEADS!”

The boom of Eunhyeok’s voice shook you to reality *thank god*. The ball had seemingly lost control, soaring through the air like a deadly shooting star. Everyone else had already run to take cover. their arms enveloping their heads in makeshift helmets. All except one; Junghwan, who was now standing still in the middle of  the field, facing you. Too bad the ball was, in fact, heading in his direction. 

THWACK!

The ball struck head first against Jungwhan’s, well, head. The taut rubber smushed Junghwan’s nose, definitely bruising something. It sent the poor freshmen straight to the ground, blades of dead grass shooting up into the sky upon impact. 

The boys only stood around in shock, only taking a few steps towards Junghwan’s body. You, on the other hand, sprinted towards him. You weren’t sure why, but it felt like second nature. You helped the freshman gently sit up into a sitting position, immediately scanning his face and head for prominent and dangerous injuries. Aside from some scratches and light bruising along his cheeks, there was nothing. You rolled out a sigh of relief. 

“Hi,” Junghwan peeked through his fallen bangs, voice soft and timid.

“Hi,” your lips curled into a smile without realising, your mind suddenly forgetting all your recent qualms of late. “I have a first aid kit at my place, should we stop by?”

Junghwan sucked air through his teeth sharply, eyes crinkling shut as he winced from the pain of the ointment. You felt his large hands cling onto your wrists, desperate for you to stop the torture. However, you could tell Junghwan was still restraining himself from using his full strength on you. 

“Ouch!” Junghwan yelped. Again. 

“How does this hurt more than the ball?” 

Junghwan pauses, cheeks suddenly turning rosy. “It burns, okay!”

You only sigh. “I’m almost done, anyway. Just stay still.”

You bickered back and forth. It was odd. This was the most you talked to So Junghwan in over 3 years—but it all felt natural. You weren’t sure why.

After Junghwan finally decided to comply, you finished the last of ointment application, and sealed each wound with a bandaid. Wiping off the excess with a tissue, you let Junghwan go. 

Except he didn’t. He stayed there, face inches away from yours as you sat on the plush of your bed. Your knees rested against his hip; it was the only way you could balance without the use of your hands. You felt his breath graze against your cheek; short and shallow. It reminded you to breathe. Junghwan gazed up at you, his eyes glistened amidst the ebony skyline shining through your bedroom window—never daring to let your eyes go. 

That familiar odd feeling whirled in your stomach again. 

After clearing your chest, you both bounce away from each other, eyes finally severing their connection. Your feet hung off the edge of the bed while Junghwan rested further back on his outstretched arms. You watched as his hand tensed and relaxed, crinkling the fabric of your bedsheets. 

“There,” you muttered meekly. “You’re all good.”

Junghwan stared blankly, grazing a light finger across his newly patched up wounds. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” you purse your lips. 

Long gone was the laid back, relaxed feeling you had earlier. You stood up from the bed, dragging the bedsheet down slightly before packing up the first aid kit and hiding it away in your closet. 

Even now, you're still the girl that babied him too much. 

Junghwan hung his head low, fiddling with his thumbs before slowly lifting his eyes back up to face you. He hesitated for a bit, lips parted before he remembered to take a breath. A deep breath. 

“You still take care of me, huh? Even after all these years.”

Your eyes grow wide at Junghwan’s words. What was he talking about? Was he referring to all those times back when you were kids? Those moments you swore to forget. Those moments that came hurdling back into your stubborn little brain the moment Junghwan enrolled in your university. 

You purse your lips before uttering softly. “I thought you forgot about that.”

Junghwan softly grins, “How could I?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your heart bouncing beneath your ribs. It makes a nervous leap, getting stuck in your windpipe. What did he mean by that?

“Well, it’s been a while” You kept your eyes on the evening skyline, each apartment light shining like a star in the night. Nevertheless, you watched Junghwan through your peripheral vision. You watched as his eyes finally let go of your frame, his head once again hanging low. 

“It really has,” Junghwans voice didn’t reach past a whisper. 

The room was enveloped in—you guessed it—awkward silence. You’d think you’d build some kind of immunity to it at this point, but that wasn’t the case. You still managed to suffocate. You turn to fully face Junghwan, whose expression turned flat, stoic. He stood up from the bed, bedsheets leaving an imprint of his frame. 

“Maybe we can restart?” He asks

You blink, gulping once more. So Junghwan—the boy you spent your whole childhood with, the boy who disappeared from your life without a trace. The boy you babied too much. So Junghwan wanted a second chance. 

Your mind thought it was crazy. Too bad you never listened to it. 

“Sure.”

“You’re going on a date?” Junghwan asked, sipping on a juice box he insisted he’d pay for as you trudged your way home. Well, your home, to be exact. Junghwan also insisted he’d walk you and Winnie home after all your classes. Seems like Junghwan was taking this second chance thing seriously. 

“Yeah, and guess what?” Winnie chimed in, as preppy as usual—she was always like this when it came to your love life, though there wasn’t much to report. “It’s with that Eunhyeok guy—the one from the field the other day. You remember him?”

Suddenly, Junghwan’s face turns serious, stoic, as his eyes trail the sidewalk. He sipped until bubbles popped inside his straw. “Yeah. I do.”

You were sandwiched between their two figures, quietly sipping your soda. You raise your hand and wave it frantically. “Can we stop talking about it? It’s not a big deal.”

“Tell me you’re at least a little excited about it?” Winnie tilted her head, her bangs falling over her long eyelashes. You bit your lip, glancing over at Junghwan, whose wide eyes suggested he was curious about this, too. 

“Yeah, I—AH!”

Your undone shoelaces saved you the burden of having to lie. The strings scattered across the pavement, landing right in front of the area you were going to take your next steps. The front of your sneaker had clung onto your other shoe’s laces, causing you to trip on your own two feet—like an idiot. You only wince, squeezing your eyes shut to brace for impact before you hit the ground. 

You’d hit the ground. Any day now. 

But you didn’t. Instead, you felt a force envelope your shoulders and back. Your head hung in the air, your eyes meeting a distorted view of the clouds above. You tense your neck, scouring to find this mysterious force that had caught you out of thin air. A part of you wishes you didn’t. 

Nevertheless, you open your eyes to a worried Junghwan. His arms cradled you against his chest, a hand tightly gripping your bicep. He’s got you hanging in thin air, in a way that resembles tango dancers at the end of their performance. His face was inches away from yours, puffs of his air blowing onto your cheeks—your very warm cheeks.  

“You alright?” Junghwan asked, rather hastily. 

Your mind drew to a complete blank before you could respond. “Uh, um—yeah. I’m good.” 

Junghwan heaved a sigh of relief before standing you up straight—lord knows you were too dazed to do it yourself—and loosening his grip around your shoulders. He avoided your gaze, face painted a blaring red as he dipped down to your feet. Junghwan proceeded to loop his fingers around your loose laces, tying them into pretty double knots; safe and sound. 

“Be careful, okay?” Junghwan gazed up at you, his adam's apple bobbing up and down and his eyes shaking. Your heart was quaking in the confines of your rib cage, like a feral beast trying to escape. You weren’t sure if it was from the near fall from your trip, or if it was from your heart being utterly, terribly, stupid. 

The library was, uncharacteristically enough, loud. 

It was the table beside you, lined completely with utter buffoons of freshman. They had the audacity to play a chaotic card game amidst you and other university students who were desperately cramming for their midterms. They didn’t have a shred of remorse, either. Not even bothering to glance around at the students who were currently giving them death stares. The louder they’d holler or slap their hand on the table, the closer you were to seeing red. 

You grumbled in your seat, thumb clicking at your pen profusely as you held it centimetres before your noticeably blank notepad page. 

“Woah okay, don’t kill them, please,” Junghwan’s voice was laced with worry, understandably—you did consider it for a bit. Junghwan sat beside you, his once laid back figure now hunched forward, his big hand clung onto your tensed wrist. The warmth of his skin was enough to calm you down, apparently. Your head pivots back to Junghwan’s direction, your eyes immediately linking up with his. His face glistened under the golden hour sunlight, acting like the spotlight in a theatre with how it only shined on him. You watched his hair burn a bright auburn, his eyes carried in them a swirl of stars. 

You gulped at the sight, completely forgetting about those annoying freshmen. Or anyone else, for that matter. 

“Whatever,” your hand slips from his grasp quickly, though your skin felt a twinge of coldness, loneliness, after the fact. You clear your throat. “How do you deal with them? I think I’d lose my mind.”

Junghwan gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. A finger tapped at the headphone set that hung snug around his neck. “With these. They’re noise cancelling.”

You turn your head to the front, avoiding Junghwan’s gaze after staring at his oddly chiselled jaw for longer than wanted. “Lucky.”

You glanced back at the rowdy table, still stagnant and unmoving from their loud and aggravating presence. Sure they were still ear piercing, but now you could barely hear them over your beating heart, pounding so loud you could hear it in your ears. 

You sensed some rummaging behind you before you turned around, curiosity getting the best of you. Your eyes are met with a sweetly grinning Junghwan as he pulls off his headphones, adjusts their size, and gently slides them on your head. His hand slides off your head, but not before running a finger through your hair. His smile grows wider. “There, now you can focus.”

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes widen. “What—what about you?”

Junghwan ever so softly flicks your nose with his finger. “Quit worrying about me, already. You deserve to study in peace.”

“Oh,” You gulp again, heart still pounding in your chest. “Thanks.”

You did not find So Junghwan attractive. 

You knew it was redundant to say, but you just wanted to make it clear. So Junghwan was just a friend; A friend you had hung out with more than your other friends in your year, by now. You would study together, walk home together—Junghwan insisted the walk back to his dorm didn’t bother him—and even eat out together. You two even developed a new bond over finding new cuisines to try. 

But all that eating out eventually led to near empty wallets, so you suggested an alternative for this afternoon; cooking. It was high time Junghwan learned how to cook for himself, anyway. 

The two of you stood shoulder to shoulder as you guided the poor, lost freshman on how to properly cut vegetables. The final boss? The yellow onion. 

“What happens when it stings too much?” Junghwan whined, one eye practically glued shut while the other peeked open ever so slightly. Though, that eye was too busy swelling in tears. You giggle as you watch him. 

“You’re just supposed to deal with it, really.” You only shrug as an ailed sound emits from Junghwan’s mouth. 

Soon enough, all the torture food preparation was complete, and the two of you pivoted to face your apartment's kitchen. You heated a pan on the stove, drizzled on oil, and got to work. Junghwan’s head perched over your shoulder, silently watching. 

Thankfully, your silence wasn’t awkward anymore. It was comfortable, easy. You didn’t think it possible, but you and Junghwan were slowly going back to how things were; going back to being best friends. Sparks popped in your chest at that thought.

“Oh—your date’s tomorrow” Junghwan analysed, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the calendar on the corner of your fridge. “How are you feeling?” 

Though a part of you was thankful for the reminder, you couldn’t help but groan. You were already tired of Winnie’s constant berating concerning the first man to go on a date with you since your failed talking stage in your first year—did Junghwan really have to do the same? “I dunno, haven’t given it much thought.”

“Alright, you player,” Junghwan teased, jabbing your shoulder. Maybe he was spending too much time with Winnie; she could be a bad influence on him. “Just another guy on your roster, huh?”

You roll your eyes to the sky—or, really, the exhaust fan above your stove. “Oh, shut up. Don’t act like you and my brother weren’t with different girls every month back in highschool.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Junghwan scoffed. 

“Don’t play dumb,” you jabbed back as you flung your spatula, unaware of the pieces of vegetables flying in the air. “Just ‘cause we didn’t talk, doesn’t mean I didn’t see things!”

Junghwan lifted his hands in the air, like a criminal caught red handed. “I swear! I didn’t do any of that.”

You turned to face him. “Then who were all those girls you'd hang around with on campus?”

Junghwan scratched the nape of his neck. “They were just friends… I’ve actually never dated, or even kissed a girl before.” 

You gulp. Had your perceptions all been wrong? You were positive the reason why Junghwan stopped talking to you in the first place was to make room for more girls in his life. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Junghwan fiddled with the hem of his apron. “I just never knew how it worked—too lazy to learn.”

You turned off the stove, your brain switching onto a particular idea. It might’ve been sick and twisted, but maybe it was just what you needed. 

“What if I teach you?”

Junghwan’s eyes practically spilt out of their sockets. You didn’t blame him; what you said was crazy. But you had your reasons. You needed to prove that you didn’t find So Junghwan attractive; that you didn’t wanna cross the boundary of best friends with him; that those past moments of your heart slipping up were none other than random flukes—a way for your heart to tell you your love life was too stagnant. 

“You sure?”

You stared up at him, gulping. “I’m no player, but I’ve had my fair share of kisses… maybe we can practise.”

Your words dwindled to the end once you realised how crazy you sounded. Gosh, if you didn’t know any better, you sounded like you were hitting on him. Your stomach churned at the thought. Your cheeks flared up in response. But it didn’t matter, Junghwan was your friend. You were doing this for a reason. For clarity. For closure. 

You did not find So Junghwan attractive. 

Junghwan was almost as red as the tomatoes in your frying pan. “O-okay.”

You were kissing So Junghwan.

Or more accurately, Junghwan was kissing you. 

As you stood in the middle of your living room, basking in the afternoon sunlight, your lips melted into one—easily, you observed. You also observed how soft Junghwan’s touch was. His hand trailed from the shell of your ear after brushing your hair away from your face, to cupping the side of your cheek. The graze of his fingertips sent chills through your skin. His fingers lifted your head ever so slightly, combating your towering height difference. His other hand didn’t even flinch as it stayed at his side; in fear of crossing an unwanted boundary. An odd swirl spun at the pit of your stomach. Your heart tripped and face planted on its two feet. Multiple times.

Wasn’t Junghwan supposed to be bad at this? 

Overwhelmed, you couldn’t muster much movement on your end. All your measly mind could think of was to cling onto his broad shoulders, which were hunched over to reach your frame closer—practically enveloping you. You hated how gentle he was, considering how strong you knew him to be. It was doing weird things to your mind. You clung onto the fabric of his sweater; desperate and confused.  

What was Junghwan doing to you?

After what seems like centuries, your lips finally plop apart. Your figures hesitate to move apart, your breaths both short and shallow—he quite literally took your breath away. Your eyes naturally link with his, a red string of fate hanging in the balance. You really hoped Winnie wasn’t gonna come home anytime soon. A sudden chime of someone’s phone catapulted you back to reality as you jumped away from him. Your eyes avoided his gaze like the plague as your cheeks burned so hot you could cook more of that dish you made earlier. And don’t even get started on your heart beat, your erratic, animalistic heart beat. 

Maybe your little test wasn’t so smart, anymore.

“You–uh,” you stuttered out like an idiot. “You’re pretty good…”

You glance back at Junghwan, who’s red stained cheeks and ears, paired with eyes practically glued to your wooden floor, suggest that he was just as much of a mess as you were. At least there was that. Junghwan clung onto the nape of his neck like a life force. “R-really?”

So Junghwan was the death of you. “Y-yeah. You don’t need my help.”

Awkward silence, your old friend. 

“I–uh,” Junghwan’s voice didn’t reach past a whisper. “I should probably go.”

“Okay,” you replied, grateful for the leeway he was giving your heart. Though, an empty feeling began crawling up your chest, too. You watched as Junghwan scurried out the door, the boom of it shutting barely overpowering the crazy thumps of your heart beat. 

So Junghwan was so cooked. 

He stumbled out of your apartment complex, dazed and confused. His heart clawed profusely at his ribcage, like a feral animal—just itching to jump out and splat on the road. He clenched his chest, lost at a shortness of breath. He thought back to your kiss; your supple lips locked against his. He thought about how you melted into his chest, how your skin felt so warm, it was like he was dreaming. Maybe he didn’t wanna wake up. Scratch that—he wasn’t just thinking about all that. The image was tattooed in his brain, forever. 

He’s done it. He’s officially gone too far. 

Junghwan wasn’t supposed to expose himself so…idiotically. He planned to be more composed, untroubled. Was he just supposed to confess his life long crush on his best friend like a loser? 

You were the love of So Junghwan’s life, the apple of his eye. He’s loved you since you were kids. He loved everything about you; from the way you lit up any room with your smile, to the way you’d always put others before yourself every chance you got. You had him wrapped around your finger; anything you did gave him butterflies. He’s always believed he hit the jackpot the moment he met you.

He also believed he absolutely fumbled that jackpot the moment he distanced himself from you. The more time he spent with you, the more he realised you’d never love him back. You were too busy babying him. In your eyes, Junghwan would never be your equal. So, by the time he entered highschool, he opted to give up. 

Foolishly, he thought he could still keep your friendship as he tried to get over you. Quickly, however, he learnt that it wasn’t possible. Your constant, beautiful presence always sent a punch to his gut, a guilty feeling squeezing at his heart. So he finally decided, it was time to end your friendship, once and for all, even if it meant hurting you in the process. Lord knows it tore his heart into pieces, too.

It also didn’t even work. 

Junghwan didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that he got accepted into the university you happened to be attending. Sure, maybe he was the fool for applying there in the first place last fall, but still. The one thing he did know was that he’d lose his mind the moment he’d see you again. He knew he’d combust the moment you’d look at him with your beautiful eyes one more time. 

Nevertheless, something in his resolve had switched. His chest puffed out, his heart beat faster. With the years of distancing himself from you behind him, Junghwan was a changed man. And he was going to prove it to you. 

Or he was, until he completely fumbled the bag just now.

Trudging home with heavy shoulders, Junghwan rummaged in his sweater pocket, fingers easily finding what it needed to. He pulls out a pink, frilly scrunchie, grazing the soft fabric between his fingertips. The elastic could barely fit over just two of his large fingers, but that didn’t stop him from taking the scrunchie everywhere he went. 

It was the scrunchie from the day he first fell for you, after all.

“Fuck,” Junghwan huffed.

“Sorry I’m late!” Eunhyeok’s voice peaks in your ears, causing you to look up from your phone. He walks up to you, holding a lazy but apologetic hand up in the air. You glanced back at your phone quickly; the time was 3:58—around 30 minutes past your originally discussed meeting time.  

“No worries! I just got here,” You lied anyway. That was custom for first dates, apparently. 

You were meeting up with Kwon Eunhyeok for your very important, once in a lifetime—according to Winne, anyway—date. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited for today. The idea of going on a date for the first time in what felt like ages did excite you, slightly. You allowed yourself to get dolled up a little, too—dawning your favourite maxi shirt and a bow that completely your half up-half down hair look.  

It’s not like you weren’t excited for this date—there were just other things that stubbornly occupied your mind at the moment. 

You didn’t expect Junghwan’s kiss to stay so vivid in your mind for so long. You allowed yourself maybe 30 minutes to properly freak out about how good he kissed you; how he kissed you in a way that made you gut wrench, your head spin. How he kissed you in a way that makes you rethink everything. You were only allowed 30 minutes for all of that. But when you woke up this morning with So Junghwan running in your mind, you knew you were fucked. 

You thought back to the past month with So Junghwan. The boy you grew up with, your brother’s best friend. The man that, in the past month, showed a completely new side of himself, and it was making you go crazy. 

Were you on a date with the wrong person?

“Where we headed first?” Eunhyeok asked, his gaze locked on something behind you as he shoved both hands down his pockets. You gave him a quizzical look. “I thought you said you’d plan everything? I didn’t give it much thought…”

“Oh—right.” Eunhyeok’s voice grew quiet. He picked at his lips, swiping at his phone screen. “Well, I’ll look up some places, I guess. ” 

You wished you could roll your eyes right now. 

After stopping underneath a well shaded tree to look for nice places in the area, the two of you finally went on your way. While your time was eventful—you visited a variety of places, including the trendy and overpriced coffee shop, the park, and dinner at a place he couldn’t stop talking about—you couldn’t muster up any feeling of excitement. Sure you had fun, but this seemed like nothing more than a simple platonic day out. And judging off of Eunhyeok’s laid back, borderline bored attitude, you could guess he felt the same. 

Besides, you still couldn’t shake Junghwan out of your mind. 

The sky was painted a deep orange as you and Eunhyeok walked to the train station. Ribbons of white and pink scattered across the sky, twinges of blue laced at the corners. It was beautiful. You wished Junghwan was here to see it. 

You and Eunhyeok said your goodbyes as you hopped on your respective trains. You weren’t getting a text back from that guy, you knew it. And yet, that didn’t seem to bother you. 

Junghwan was seeing you today. 

Though, it was gonna be painfully one sided—because he wasn’t going to meet with you, no. Instead, he was joining a very hyper Winnie in stalking your date with that Eunhyeok guy. 

To say Junghwan was sceptical about Winnie’s insane and creepy idea would be a deep understatement. FIrstly—and more prominently—he wasn’t even sure if this was legal, let alone a good thing to do. What if someone saw him? Or worse, what if you saw him? Lord knows he's anything but ready to see you after the kiss that stole his breath. Nevertheless, he tagged along. That Eunhyeok guy rubbed him the wrong way, and it was an excuse to see you in a cute outfit. 

“You sure this is a good idea?” Junghwan whispered, face practically smushed into the decorative bush outside the train station. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Winnie whisper-shouted back, her whole figure enveloped by the same bush. “I think I see her!”

Junghwan’s heart pounded in his chest, though he wasn’t sure if it was from being caught by the cops, or by you. God, what if you thought he was some weirdo after this? He’d pass away, actually. 

He took note of what you were wearing; the maxi shirt that made you look like a princess, and the hair bow that completed your royal look. It warmed his heart knowing you still liked hair accessories just as you did as a kid. 

Gosh, you looked beautiful.

Junghwan’s eyes latched onto a figure of a dude slowly jogging to you. His words were inaudible, but the view of your smile in response was enough to make Junghwan’s blood boil. What was so funny? Junghwan gulped. He knew he was funnier, there was no doubt about it. You didn’t even need to go on this date in the first place. 

Winnie adjusted her stance, causing a branch from the bush to move. The Eunhyeok guy’s eyes snap towards his direction as Jungwhan freezes like a deer in headlights. Was he fucked?

Eunhyeok’s eyes linger in the air before finally reaching Junghwan’s. Like an idiot, Junghwan stared back. He was fucked. 

Eunhyeok’s eyes finally flit back to you, mumbling something inaudible again before the two of you walk away. Jungwhan and Winnie follow suit, Junghwan’s heart still pounding in his chest. 

—

“So, how's Junghwan?” Jeongwoo’s voice chimed through the phone. You purse your lips. As if you haven’t been thinking about him enough. You clear your throat, gracing your twin brother with a response. “He’s, uh, good.”

There was a pause on Jeongwoo’s line. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, no, it’s all good.” You realise your double usage of the word ‘good’ makes you sound even more suspicious. 

“What, you guys kiss or something?” Jeongwoo teased, his peculiar words sending your heart into full attack mode. Your heart leaped from your chest, your eyes spilling from your sockets. Your mind flits back to the image of Junghwan, his hand snug against your cheek as he stole your heart like a ruthless burglar.

“WHAT? NO!”

“Jesus, calm down,” Jeongwoo whined. “I was only joking, relax!”

You stayed silent. 

“Unless something actually happened?”

No. Nothing happened. Only So Junghwan, who came crawling back to your life after years, turning into a whole new person, and was turning your world upside down. Junghwan didn’t do anything—he just manages to swirl butterflies in your stomach with his handsome smile and chivalrous ways, make your heart skip multiple beats with his cute jokes and even cuter habits, take your breath away as he kissed you like a man who's been starved to near death.

Nothing happened. You just fell in love with your—and your brother’s—best friend. You heave a sigh. It felt freeing—finally admitting to it.

But it didn’t matter. He was still your best friend. You would die before you told him the truth.

“I gotta go, Woo.” Overwhelmed, you suddenly mumble into the phone. You barely hear his confused reaction as you click the phone off, chest sparking with adrenalin you haven’t felt in awhile. You trudge to your bathroom, in desperate need of a splash of water to refresh yourself and your mind. 

You can’t tell Junghwan. No matter what.

In the corner of your eye, however, you see Winnie skip up towards you a bright smile on her face. 

“Hey,” Winnie twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. “Found a couple packs of beer in the pantry. You wanna drink tonight?”

“Sure” You shrug. You definitely needed it after the month you had.

“Great! I’ll invite Junghwan, too!” Winnie cheered before skipping away. 

Great. 

Junghwan didn’t know you were a light-weight. 

But here you were, sprawled out on your living room couch, with a rosy face as multiple (3) beer cans scattered over the floor. Your head barely grazed his thigh, your hair spreading across his lap, each strand following the creases of his jeans. Junghwan couldn’t help but smile; you were the cutest drunk person he's ever seen.

Maybe for tonight, he can forget about fucking up any chance he had of staying your friend.

“Oh god,” Concerned, Winnie hid her mouth behind her hands as she looked over at you. She looks back up at Junghwan. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t think she’d get like that.”

Junghwan waved a lenient hand. “It’s all good.”

“She’s probably still grovelling over Eunhyeok. Poor girl got ghosted.” Winnie muttered. The mention of his name left a bitter taste in Junghwan’s mouth, but at least he was out of the picture. Winnie shot up from the couch, shuffling to the kitchen. “I’ll see if we have anything to fix…that.”

Junghwan pursed his lips, gazing at how your eyelashes swooped beneath your eyelids so beautifully. There’s nothing to fix. Even as a drunk mess—you were still perfect.

Winnie soon disappeared into the pantry, and Junghwan felt some shuffling at the edge of his thigh. He glanced down, watching your figure shift around your area of the couch. You began by slowly turning over, your cheeks squished against the backrest. You then murmured something completely incoherent—like a baby saying their first words. You melted Junghwan’s heart into a lovesick puddle as Junghwan gently brushed the hairs away from your face, taking care of you in any way he knew he could. 

Maybe Junghwan let his guard down too soon. 

You proceeded to messily crawl up a bit, resting your head on Junghwan’s lap. Junghwan’s skin ignited at your touch. He gulped, bullets of sweat running down his forehead. What were you doing? Were you trying to kill him?

You flopped over so that your flushed, rosy face was facing up at him. “Junghwanie.” 

Junghwan blinked. “Yeah?”

“Mmm I think I’m in trouble,” you mumbled some more. Junghwan knew you were just speaking gibberish, but a part of him couldn’t ignore you. 

“I think I’m falling for you.”

Junghwan choked. 

“There’s something about you lately… you’re so caring and sweet—but like more than before. And then we kissed, and it made me more confused. No one’s kissed me like that before…”

You fell asleep before Junghwan could compose himself, your soft snores filling up the living room. He could only scoff. While the walls of your apartment closed in on him, his heart jumped in and out of his chest, and reality as he knew it began to shatter—you were peacefully asleep. 

Junghwan gripped at his chest, which was bubbling up with adrenaline. You liked him back? He had a chance?

“I like you, too,” Junghwan whispered back. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“I’m back!” Winnie chimed in, catapulting Junghwan back to reality. 

No, no, no. This wasn’t good. None of this was good. 

I think I’m falling for you. 

Your words from last night replayed in your mind, as if your raging headache from your hangover wasn’t enough torment already. You were pacing back and forth on your living room floor, fingers picking at your lips and eyes quaking side to side. Your heart was popping out of your chest, sweat beaded from your temples. 

Few sips of alcohol and you were off, ruining life long friendships with a single drunken love confession. How stupid were you to let yourself slip up like that? 

“It’s probably fine, y/n” Winnie watched you from the couch, very worried. “You probably didn’t say anything too bad.”

“No.” you mutter, regrettably “I remember what I said.”

“Well, why don’t you go to him?”  Winnie shrugged. How could she be so nonchalant about this? “Talk it through. Who knows? Maybe he feels the same way?”

You stop in your tracks, holding in a scoff. There was no way. He was your childhood best friend. But Winnie was right about one thing. You needed to clear things up. 

You needed to see Junghwan.

“y/n?” Junghwan’s voice was overwhelming with confusion as you stood in the quad, visibly dishevelled and still in your sleepwear. You were lucky you remembered to put on proper shoes. What’s worse? Junghwan wasn’t alone. He—and by proxy, you—was surrounded by other students, presumably his friends. You forgot he hung out with people aside from you. 

“Can we talk?”

“Uh, sure,” Junghwan stuttered before whisking you away, one hand at the small of your back. His touch made your stomach swirl. The two of you stood along the side of the nearest campus building, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. 

“Oh yeah, almost forgot,” Junghwan’s eyes lit up, brows shooting up to the sky.  Slipping his bag off his shoulders, he pulls out a smaller bag before handing it to you. “Made some food for you. Hopefully it helps with the hangover.”

“Thanks,” you gulp. Only Junghwan would think of something like this—something that would make your heart melt to the ground. Nevertheless, Junghwan remembered you’d have a hangover, which meant he remembered how drunk you were last night. 

“I’m sorry about what I said last night!” You suddenly blurt out, head hanging low. “I wasn’t thinking right, clearly, and—”

“What?” Junghwan’s voice was shaky, worried. “You’re taking it back?”

“You’re one of my best friends, Junghwan. What I said wasn’t right. I don’t want to ruin what we have, especially right after I got you back.” You gulp, your words turning sour and bitter on your tongue. Each sentence broke your heart into pieces. You were placing a wall between you and your chance at happiness, after all. 

“What about what I want?” Junghwan’s voice suddenly grew deep and firm. He slapped a palm onto the brick wall behind you, encasing you in his frame. Chills ran down your spine.“You’re too busy babying me and protecting me, did you forget I get a say in this, too? What if I wanted to take the risk? What if I wanted to make the jump to be with you?

“What are you saying?” you muttered like an idiot. 

Junghwan looks to the side, nervously hiding his face beneath the back of his hand. The shells of his ears grew red. His other hand fell from the wall before reaching into his pants pocket. He pulls out a pink frilly piece of fabric—fabric you recognized instantly. “Last night, the girl of my dreams; the girl that gave me her favourite pink scrunchie, told me she liked me back, and I want nothing more than to take her in my arms right now.” 

Your cheeks flush in heat at his heart fluttering words. Questions ran through your mind like runners in a marathon as your heart beat faster and faster. Junghwan wanted to be with you? You weren’t living in one sided nightmare? Junghwan was willing to risk your friendship for you? Your chest heaved as you clawed at the brick wall behind you—anything for that sense of reality. 

“Did you mean it? What you said last night?” Junghwan’s eyes flit back to you. 

Your heart made one final, courageous leap across your chest. Fuck it. 

“Yeah. I meant it all—I like you, Junghwan. I like you so much.”

The pressure on your shoulders began to float to the sky. This was what it felt like to stop lying to yourself, huh?

Like clockwork, Junghwan pulls you against his chest, his face melting into the crook of your neck. You cling onto his shoulders, grip maybe too tight for your liking. You didn’t want him escaping your grasp anymore. He was gentle, still, but you couldn’t help but notice a sense of urgency in his touch. As if he was waiting all his life for this. “I like you too, y/n.”

You pull away from your embrace, your eyes immediately linking to the sight of his lips. Call yourself selfish, but you needed to kiss the man in front of you. Right now. Judging by the almost ravenous stare from Junghwan’s eyes, it seems he felt the same. 

As if you were starving, you hopelessly clung onto the collar of Junghwan’s shirt, finally linking your lips onto his—genuinely, this time. You move your arms to cling around Junghwan's neck, and his arms loop around your waist. His lips tasted of a weird fruit medley—maybe it's from the gum you gave him last week—but it didn't matter. Sparks still popped against your skin, excitement shocking through your whole body. Junghwan raised a hand snug against the back of your head, protecting you from the brick wall as he leaned in further, deepening your kiss. It made your heart melt into a lovesick puddle beneath your feet. You cling onto the fabric of his collar. Junghwan knew just what to do to take your breath away. 

Slowly, you pull apart, breath shortened, chests heightened, and eyes both full of love. Junghwan keeps his gaze on you, and only you, as he brushes a hair behind your ear. 

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you now?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “I promise”

“Gross,” Jeongwoo winces as he studies the decorations on your apartment fridge—specifically, the photo of you and Junghwan, drunkenly asleep and cuddling on the couch. Safe to say, this was the last thing he expected to see on his visit to see his best friend and sister. 

“Shut up—it's cute!” Winnie, the obvious culprit, beams. 

“I tried getting her to take it down, okay,” You argue, fiddling with your boyfriend, Junghwan’s, fingers as his arm rests on your shoulders in a casual side hug. 

“Don’t act so innocent,” Jeongwoo narrows his eyes at the sickeningly sweet couple, jabbing a finger at you and Junghwan. “You guys are too damn clingy.”

Junghwan takes this opportunity to wrap his other arm—as well as one leg—around you. He looked like a big and goofy koala, but that didn't matter to you. “And what about it?” 

You giggle behind Junghwans arm, which was covering practically half of your face. “Yeah!”

“Yuck,” Jeongwoo’s cowers behind his shoulders, and the two of you laugh triumphantly. Your brother and Winnie quickly retire to another part of your apartment, probably to get away from you two. But that didn’t matter. You gave up at Junghwan, his eyes already gazing down at you lovingly. Heat creeped onto your cheeks. 

“Don’t mind them, baby,” Junghwan says with a pout.

You hum in response before Junghwan’s hand pulls you closer by the jaw, linking your lips with his in a sweet kiss. Even now, So Junghwan managed to take your breath away. 

“I know, baby.”

[junkutie]

[3:24pm] jeongwoo’s hand rests on you lower back as he guides you out of the cafe’s entrance, he sends you a cute smile before grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

the two of you begin walking down the street chatting about anything that comes to mind, your hands swaying gently between your bodies.

after a few minutes you feel a raindrop land on your cheek. “it’s starting to rain,” you mumble and try to walk faster. jeongwoo doesn’t match your pace and when you glance back at him you see him shake his head, “it’s probably just a few sprinkles,” he says. but as soon as he finishes his sentence it begins to pour.

“oh,” he mutters, frozen in place, eyes wide. you pull on your intertwined fingers and the two of you start running. making it to a bus stop, you sit down on the bench to catch your breath. “just a few sprinkles huh?” you smile at him cheekily.

your boyfriend rolls his eyes and sits down next you you, placing his hand on your thigh. “do you want to wait here until it stops?” he asks. you shrug in reply and look around, “that restaurant has some shelter.” you say pointing across the street.

“okay,” jeongwoo says, standing up. he holds his hand out to you and you grab onto it once more, “on three,” he tells you before counting, and then you’re both sprinting again.

reaching the awning in the restaurants entrance you look at your boyfriend and laugh, his hair is sticking to his forehead and water is slowing dripping down his nose. “don’t laugh at me,” he says, reaching up to move your own wet hair from your cheeks. jeongwoo leans forward and places a quick kiss on your forehead, “lets go,” he says motioning to another bus stop further up the street.

“maybe we should wait the storm out, jeongwoo.” you say tugging on his arm. “nah,” he grins, “this is fun.” you roll your eyes, and before you can protest you’re being pulled into the rain once more. while you’re running through a particularly large puddle you feel yourself slip up and you let out a small scream. jeongwoo catches you by your elbow and laughs, “don’t laugh at me,” you repeat his earlier words. “sorry, baby” he mumbles, but he has a huge smile on his face.

your boyfriends smile is contagious and one forms on your face as well. the two of you are now standing on the sidewalk in the middle of a storm grinning at each other like love sick puppies.

with water running down your faces you giggle and lean forward, pressing a kiss onto jeongwoo’s lips. he laughs before pulling you closer and kissing you again, his hand resting on the back of your head. soon enough the two of you are smiling so much it becomes difficult to keep your lips attached.

“this is kind of romantic, no?” jeongwoo smiles, moving his hand to your cheek, smoothing his thumb across your skin.

“just like in the movies,” you reply.

[nonranghaes]

junghwan's hands steady your own now, and they're warm. he lowers the bag of doughnuts you're holding out for him. "it's okay. you can say it outright."

junghwan's always been the sweetest of the friends you have, and even though you're on the verge of tears now, he's still gentle with you. this was a stupid idea. why did you let jeongwoo talk you into this? you knew of his love of sweets, hence the glazed doughnuts you brought for him.

"i..." your throat is threatening to close up out of anxiety. "happy birthday, junghwan."

he chuckles. "thank you. is that all?"

was this really the shy boy you fell for? he warmed up to you overtime, and now he's lovingly teasing you. you shake your head, but your words won't come out still. why can't you just say it? you said you'd do it today because jeongwoo said you should. which... has to mean that jeongwoo knows something you don't, right? you feel tears brim your eyes, anxiety swallowing you whole, and junghwan gently squeezes your hand.

"it's okay. say it and i'll say it back." his voice is softer now. when did he get so mature, too? you'd heard stories of him getting shy with a girl who confessed to him once. yet he's standing here with you as if it's easy. is it you...? or has he grown? you wish you had the answer.

"how are you so calm right now?" you look up. "you aren't scared to say it?" and when he shakes his head, you take a deep breath. "junghwan... i like you."

"i like you, too." he says as if its the easiest thing in the world. "it's easy because it's you," he says. "can i...?"

you think he's going to kiss you. instead, he leans in, kissing your forehead before accepting the bag from you. they're from his favorite place, and his eyes light up a little with recognition and glee.

he takes one of your hands in his own. "there's a nice place in the park. we can share these, if you want..."

and he's back to being shy, face turning redder by the second. maybe it was the forehead kiss that was too much for him. but you curl your fingers around his palm, and nod. "i'd like that a lot."

[imsparklingunicorn]

Who will initiate the first kiss, Treasure or S/O? - Part 3

Maknae's Turns.

Part 1 / Part 2

Theme : Treasure members, whether they will be the first to initiate the first kiss or their date/girlfriend.

Pairing : Treasure Members x Female reader

It's Christmas time and your date with Haruto was going good so far. Dinner was great and you two got along extremely well and now you both walked along the street packed with little stalls selling anything Christmas things whether decorations, trinkets, sweet treats and many others. He suggested to get hot choc as it got colder so you both headed to a nearby cafe and considering inside the cafe was full, you said you will wait outside. Haruto came back real quick with two hot choc and you both drank it. A small chuckled made you look up at him and before you could ask why he laughed, he pointed his finger up and you look up further only to find yourself standing right beneath a mistletoe. Haruto stated that he could only assumed that you may be standing at that spot on purpose but before you could retaliate, he informed you that was really glad you stood there. Still confused, you watched as he gently cupped your and tilt your face and as his face come closer, your instinctively close your eyes and allowed him to kiss you.

Jeongwoo is similar to Yoshi, oblivious to your very significantly signs even though he deeply prayed instead of him making the moves, you would be the one to do so. Annoyed and irritated, mostly at yourself because his awkwardness is making you liking him even more, you found yourself nagging at him. Him blinking back at you is making you even more frustrated and just like a scene in an American Teen Drama, Jeongwoo moved his face so quick and peck you on your lips. You're too stunned to say anything and the only thing you could hear is your heart hammering in your chest. The sound was deafening. The next thing you know, you are on your tiptoes, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you were both kissing each other.

You and Junghwan attended a cooking class and today you are both assigned to clean the kitchen after class which excites you. You both complimented each other's cake and you both decided to wash the dishes together. Junghwan was unsure how to make his move on you and you could see from the corner of your eyes that he wants to do something. Just as you finished your last dish, you pull the rubber gloves from your hand and turned to kiss Junghwan on his cheek. Junghwan turned, his cheeks turning pink, his eyes blinking in surprise. You said thank you to him, mostly for helping you out with the dishes and kept your true intentions inside. You turned to return to the main area when you are spun back and find yourself in Junghwan's arms and his lips firmly on yours. You closed your eyes and tilt your head to deepen the kiss and you moved your hands up his strong arms and around his shoulders.

[hyunsuks-gf]

who else do you want me to write for? 👀

[jinisnuggets]

hii can i request an angst & fluff idol!jeongwoo? been deprived of trsr fics lately :< thank you so much!! 🫶

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ᴮᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ: @cafekitsune

“Isn't he the cutest?”

Jeongwoo turned to face your eyes which were glued to your phone, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and look right back to his own individual device.

“I don't know what you find so attractive about him.”

“Well he's cute, he's nice too so I don't really know what there isn't to like about him.”

“There's better people out there.”

“Well, to be fair you're never gonna find the best person in the world. That's just delusional, the best person is who is right for us and that's different for everyone.”

Your best friend finally made eye contact with you for the first time since you both ate, you turned off your phone and placed it face down on the table.

“What about you?” You asked, turning your full body to face him, who was busy drinking his coffee.

He responded with a confused pitch “What about me?”

“Do you like anyone? I always talk about him so I just wanted to know if you had anyone like that.”

He glanced up at the ceiling thinking for a solid moment, he glitched out of reality and completely lost himself in his own world. You… who had now become awkward, laughed a bit which seemed to bring him back to his senses.

“I do like someone, but I don't wanna tell you.”

“Aw come'on now, don't be mean.”

“I'm not, I just don't go around telling everyone like you do..”

“See? That just proves my point that you're mean.”

“There's a huge difference mind you.”

Rolling your eyes, maybe because you were now genuinely curious to know who he may have liked, or because of how he was being a jerk. Nevertheless you brought yourself to stand up and went to the kitchen.

“I should start prepping dinner, is regular pasta okay with you?”

“If you're gonna treat me to some food then might as well make me something luxurious.” he taunted, a slight smirk creeping onto his malicious face.

“You're not worth my time and energy.” You teased back in which a visible frown appeared on his face, turning back to the front of the couch and turning on the TV to put on some random channel so he could at least try to assist you in making dinner.

Although Jeongwoo and you had known each other for practically forever, you both had what could only be described as a love-hate relationship even though you both were technically each other's closest friend.

“Jeongwoo, pass me the ball.”

“No, come get it yourself.”

“You always tell me that, at least kick it a little.”

“Make me.”

“I'm gonna get run over if I go over there!”

It was your favorite excuse because he knew you were right, and he couldn't bear to watch you get hurt. It was always the best thing to say when he didn't want to pass you a simple ball.

“Thanks, Jeongie.”

He pretended to not like that name, you knew he did. Despite you cringing when you said it for the first few times you got used to it and it became a way of teasing him, and now it was really more of a habit.

Moving into college you both became roommates, really no one could complain even though you liked to pretend it was the most miserable thing that could happen to you at first… well sometimes still like to tease him that way.

“You've got to be kidding me.” you muttered

“You know you like being with me.” he responded, flopping onto the couch.

“I've already spent the last 12 years of my life with you- I don't need to add another 4.”

“Hey, at least it's better than getting a stranger, you've known me for 12 years and know I'm not a creep at least!”

“You're gonna throw parties every weekend!”

“I will not!”

“Ugh… I knew I should've transferred.”

“I'll only throw parties with your permission!”

“I don't like parties so if you're gonna throw one, tell me at least 3 days prior so I can make plans to go out.”

“Deal.”

“Oh! And you're cleaning up after yourself!”

“Yes I know… I'm not irresponsible..”

“That's debatable-”

“Hey! Let's just make some rules and boundaries list. You make one, I make one and then it's a fair game.”

You thought about the offer for a moment until you nodded and made your list of rules to follow, that really applied for both you and Jeongwoo because all of them were reasonable.

And that's mainly how you ended up where you were, roommates with whom you perceived as an all too familiar face.

————————————————————————

“Do you wanna go eat?” You heard Jeongwoo ask from the other side of the couch.

You glanced at him, both of you had been studying in the living room, although he was in a different major, you did sometimes study in the same room because you knew very well that there were always those phone tendencies.

So you both completed assignments together sometimes in order to limit your access to those tendencies… So upon hearing him you wondered if he somehow got ahold of his phone and dialed some random friend's number so they could go get takeout together and you somehow were so laser focused on your assignment that you hadn't noticed him pick up his phone.

Just as you were about to scold him and tell him to focus, you noticed his phone on the table where it had always been. Confused, you looked over to see his eyes fixed on his computer before looking up at you.

“Are you talking to me?” you asked

“Come’on, don't get delusional. You would never be so focused on studying in order for me to go unnoticed when I pick up my phone. Yes I'm talking to you!”

“My bad-” you muttered, rolling your eyes at the unnecessary offense that he just gave you, almost wanting to reject him because of that but decided to nod just because you were hungry. “But you're paying,” you added..

He nodded slowly as he slowly shut his computer “Yeah… it's my treat”

He was getting up slowly and only then did you start to wonder if he was okay, he seemed off, kind of upset and a little stressed, you set your computer to the side and picked up your phone, “you okay?”

“What do you mean?” He replied, making his way to pick up his wallet which was sitting on the TV table, he opened it to check how much money was in it.

“You seem a bit upset, or nervous. Are you okay?” You asked again, this time he just simply nodded without saying a word. It was abnormal behavior for him and that kinda made you more suspicious, but maybe he just wasn't in a chatty mood and the only one who would be worsening it would be you, so you decided to stay quiet.

It wasn't late at night, but it definitely wasn't early. There was a fast food lot nearby so there was no need to hop onto a taxi, there weren't many students in the area like you expected, so the walk was pretty peaceful.

Glancing up at the moon and then glancing back down in front of the non-busy city “It's a nice night isn't it?” you could hear Jeongwoo say beside you.

“It really is, it's nice and quiet, there's a light breeze, and the lights are gorgeous…”

“I agree..”

You both walked in silence for another few moments before you looked up at him and asked.

“Speaking of- why did you decide to invite me all of a sudden?”

Jeongwoo turned to you and made quick eye contact before breaking it and looking back to your surroundings. “I kinda figured we both needed a break. Nice and simple explanation.”

“Oh that's cool but I don't buy it- I think you wanna tell me something.” You teased.

“I have nothing to tell you- you're a boring person.” He replied with a frown appearing on his face, slight pout as he placed his hands in his pockets and brought his face down into the crook of his jacket in order to shield his nose from the cold… sure it was fall, but to be fall it was definitely one of the warmer nights today.

“Still cold sensitive huh?”

“A little”

“Guess you've really never changed” you said with a sigh, slightly smiling and remembering the old times with your childhood best friend.

“I haven't thrown any parties ever since we became roommates. That was 3 years ago.”

You froze in place, you never noticed how close it was to the last year in your curriculum, and you also didn't realize how Jeongwoo, the life of the party… never actually threw his own ever since he moved in with you.

“Crap, I never noticed that we only had one year left, I'm moving out of the dorms next year.”

“That's right.” He answered to your comment, you who was slightly petrified at the sudden realization hitting you.

“I don't know if I'm ready for that yet-”

“Why? Because you wanna see -”

“No! Because I won't be able to see you again!”

Jeongwoo stopped in his tracks, looking at you confused, “you're gonna miss me?” He asked in which you replied with an annoyed pitch “you jerk, how would I not miss you? I've been with you for practically 15 years by now and you expect me to just forget about you?”

“Well- I kinda did…”

“I’ll find you and I'll show up to your wedding when you least expect it.”

You noticed his mood drop a bit and you wondered if you had said the wrong thing, you immediately apologized but he brushed it off.

“I won't show up to yours just know that.”

You lifted an eyebrow, staring at him confused by his words.

“Why?”

“I can't watch the girl I love get married to someone else.”

“What…?” You questioned, words shaky and almost trailing off into the air.

“Don’t say that you didn't know-”

“I really didn't -”

“Of course you didn't. You were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”

“Jeongwoo - I'm sorry… I really didn't know.”

Before you realized you had arrived at the food area, you glanced at him who was already making eye contact with you.

“What would you like to eat?”

[mashimarshmello]

i’m ready to write again, please give me some ideas

20 comforting prompts :

(feel free to use <3 | @urfriendlywriter )

"come to my arms, love."

"shhh, it's gonna be fine."

"i won't go anywhere, okay?"

draping a blanket over their body

snuggling them closer to you

mumbling into their chest, "just hold me"

forehead kiss while cuddling

expressing the endearment you feel whenever they're adorable

^ "awww, why are you so cute??" ><

"you are easy to love."

"loving you is never a task, it's a privilege." <3

"to me, you're the world."

them leaning into your touch

cursing so softly and having the other laugh at it (:

"let--let me help you with that, love"

"don't you dare doubt yourself."

"I'll always love you"

"i think you're just fine. i think you're perfect."

"that was just a nightmare, it's all okay"

"tell me about it"

[wooahaes]

let’s go, hold hands tightly, so that the end can’t be seen

pairing: non-idol!jeongwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: ~0.5k

warnings: food mentions!

daisy’s notes: i wanna be ur morning babey... from now on be alright... i want u to be my niiight....

The moment the two of you stepped off the bus, Jeongwoo was holding your hand again.

To be fair, it was the least your boyfriend could do for you. He showed up to your home, was let in by your family, and woke you up at too-early-to-get-up-o’clock. You were asleep all happy and cozy in your bed, but Jeongwoo had plans. He told you he did, and, to be fair, he told you he’d be picking you up this morning. You just didn’t realize he wasn’t joking when he said to be up bright and early, which meant you had to deal with him pouting a little when you weren’t ready to go when he showed up.

In your defense, it was your birthday... and this birthday girl was not an early riser.

But as your boyfriend, Jeongwoo was proud to say he knew you well enough. He knew that you loved breakfast foods, and he had been planning the first few hours of today in the event that you’d like to spend more time with him post-breakfast. He knew you’d be meeting up with some friends later and that you’d be celebrating at home with your family tonight, which meant he had to be the knight in shining armor to face the sleeping dragon... just with a lot less slaying. More “charming prince” stuff.

He swung your arm with his own, hand still intertwined with yours. “I can see the place now,” he said, pointing ahead. “I came here with a few friends last week to taste it, just to make sure the reviews were all right.”

Meanwhile, you had still been drowsy. You’d nodded off for a few minutes on the bus ride over. “Mmhm...”

With a tiny pout, he shook your arm a little. “Jagi... Are you upset? You could have told me to go away if you wanted more sleep--”

“It’s okay,” you said, looking back at him. “I’ll be fine. I went to bed early last night--” You paused to yawn. “Just... Sleepy still.”

He chuckled warmly. “I promise you’ll like this place... I’m paying, by the way.”

“You don’t have to--”

“You’re the birthday girl,” he said immediately. “It’s my job as your boyfriend to pay today.”

That had earned a giggle and an eye roll out of you, and you squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Okay,” you had said, dragging the word out a little. “If you insist. You can have my morning, then.” (You nearly added on that you could be his night, too: he knew your love of the song 20, after all.)

But he had immediately launched into a excited explanation of what he had planned for the next few hours instead, giddy to be able to spend more time with you. Maybe getting up so early wasn’t so bad when you had Jeongwoo at your side.

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[4ranghaes]

choi hyunsuk x reader [fluff, fem terms & she/her pronouns used]

17:17 - “jeongwoo’s getting in the shower first! he stinks,” hyunsuk laughed, following after all the members pouring into his dorm, all ready for their planned fifa night.

“hyung,” junghwan spoke, stopping in the living room and looking at his leader’s slightly ajar bedroom door - the one he usually kept locked while out the house. “i think we might have to rethink fifa tonight.”

“huh? why?” hyunsuk asked, coming to junghwan’s side and following his line of sight. “what the fuck?”

obviously not having put together the dots as fast as his younger brother, he furrowed his eyebrows in anger, walking into the room. he stopped in his tracks, setting eyes on you fast asleep in his bed. he chuckled softly, walking back to the doorway.

“you guys can just start without me,” hyunsuk said, keeping his voice quiet, “i’ll be out in a bit.”

he walked back into the room, closing the door as quietly as he could before sitting on the bed, stroking your hair softly.

“hey pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you opened your eyes slowly.

“hyunsuk-ie?” you asked, confused, “you’re home!” you exclaimed, sitting up as you blinked, trying to come to your senses, “shit, what time is it?!”

“uh, after 5pm?” he said, checking his phone, “when did you get here?”

“i had an exam this morning,” you sighed, “i came here after just to pick up those clothes you wanted at mine but i was so tired… ugh, i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologise, sweet girl,” hyunsuk laughed, “i’m happy to see you!”

you smiled, slightly embarrassed as you let yourself be pulled into your boyfriend’s arms.

“how was your exam?” he hummed, stroking your back supportively.

“hmm, well i stayed up until 3am revising,” you sighed, pulling back to look at him, hyunsuk reacting to your words with a pouty face, “and i woke up at 7:30 to get to the exam on time so… just glad i didn’t fall asleep during it, to be honest.”

hyunsuk sighed, patting your head affectionately as he looked at you, love pouring out his gaze, “why don’t you stay here tonight? do you have any exams tomorrow?”

“i guess i don’t,” you hummed in contemplation, “don’t you guys have schedules tomorrow, though?”

“well what does that matter? you’ve clearly made yourself at home here,” hyunsuk laughed, making you whine, “no seriously, it’s fine! although the boys are here tonight for a fifa night.”

you sighed, “a night off from studying does sound good.”

“right?” hyunsuk smiled, kissing along your jaw, “and you can fall asleep in my arms.”

you groaned, stretching out your arms and neck, “ugh, fine. you’re really hard to say no to…”

hyunsuk laughed, knowing there was no real convincing to be done anyway, “come on. come watch me ruin the boys at fifa.”

[kflixnet]

Check out our member Loki's headcanons!

admin I was reading through your master list and noticed that for treasure, the reaction to a fight+s/o fainting doesn’t have anything for dobby ruto woo and Hwan! Now that they’re older might you consider writing that for them? (I just love angst)

♡ TREASURE’S REACTIONS WHEN YOU CRY + FAINT DURING AN ARGUMENT

maknae line treasure x gn!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, use of petnames, reader crying + fainting + feeling sick, arguing, angst (and slight fluff if you squint) | loki's lines : ask and you shall receive!

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 doyoung never lets fights escalate, always calming you down before it gets too serious

🐰 but with you being sick, it only ticked you off more when he did so

🐰 "babes, please sit down. you shouldn't be walking around when you are sick."

🐰 he was being nothing but sweet to you, but obv in your sick state, you were only pissed off by his words and gestures

🐰 "i will sit when i fucking want to!" you yelled, your own voice giving you a headache

🐰 doyoung was at your side as you clutched your head, wiping away the tears that fell down your face

🐰 "baby, talk to me. what do you want? what can i do for you?"

🐰 you felt bad instantly, guilty at the fact that you yelled at your boyfriend, who wanted nothing but the best for you

🐰 "i'm sorry. i really am. i'm so sorry."

🐰 you repeated your apologies over and over, your words slurring as your headache was too much to handle

🐰 doyoung knew what was happening before you could even get a word out, making you sit down on the sofa as the spots took over your vision before you passed out

🐰 he kept his calm even though he was internally freaking out, only heaving a breath when you opened your eyes, finally regaining consciousness

🐰 “gosh, princess. you gave me quite the scare right now, you know?”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 bro is in full panic mode as soon as you raise your voice at him

🦙 ruto is so convinced you are gonna leave him when you two get into an argument

🦙 and he's just creating contingencies in his head to make you stay with him bc he doesn't want you to leave him

🦙 “baby, please don't raise your voice. let's talk this out softly, hm?”

🦙 you knew you were going overboard and your migraine didn't help at all

🦙 not wanting to hurt your beloved bf further, you turned on your heel, attempting to take a step away

🦙 but all you are hit with is a wave of nausea and dizziness, making you still in your place

🦙 you only managed to say “haruto … i don't feel good” before fainting, falling right into his arms as he caught you

🦙 he is going insane with the things running through his head, wondering if what was happening was normal or not

🦙 but he also knew of your migraines and how iffy you got when you had them

🦙 he'd analyse your behavioral pattern as he laid you in bed, realizing you were having a super bad migraine

🦙 haruto would have your meds by your side as you came around, giving it to you as soon as you opened your eyes

🦙 he's also not leaving your side until you agree to go to a doctor bc he's not about to have you fainting on him again

🦙 “no idc if you think this is normal, i won't be able to rest well until you check this out with a doctor, okay, babes?”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 he doesn't get angry often, but when he does, it's an absolute war

🐺 woo would get too angry to even notice the signs of you not feeling well

🐺 you usually kept quiet when he got angry so he thought little of your silence when he was ranting

🐺 it wasn't until you tapped his shoulder mid-rant that he realized something was definitely wrong with you

🐺 he'd see the tears on your face and wonder if he went too far, but what happened next only screwed with his mind even more

🐺 “i understand we have our differences, but we must—jagiya, what's wrong?”

🐺 you didn't even have enough time to get out the words you wanted to say, falling directly into his arms

🐺 jeongwoo would be in full-blown panic, tearing up instantly as he felt guilty for not being more observant of you

🐺 “jagi. jagiya. please open your eyes and tell me you are alright. please.”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 junghwan didn't really mean to get as angry as he did when speaking to you

🐮 he knew you were sick and strictly ordered you to stay in bed and not worry about doing anything around the house

🐮 but when he came back home and saw you doing a deep-clean, he couldn't help but get angry at you

🐮 “y/n! i told you to stay put! why are you doing everything i asked you not to?!”

🐮 you'd be startled at his reaction, tearing up instantaneously at his words

🐮 “i'm sorry, hwanie. i really am. please don't leave me. i'm sorry.”

🐮 junghwan would instantly pause at your words, realizing he must've scared you

🐮 “no, no. hey, y/n. i didn't mean it like that. why would i leave you? i'm sorry for scaring you like that.”

🐮 he'd apologise constantly, afraid to approach you as you cowered in the corner, clutching your head as you quietly sobbed

🐮 junghwan would realize immediately that something was wrong when you rested your hands on the floor, a dazed look in your eyes

🐮 before he could ask you, your body gave away, falling to the floor with a light thud

🐮 instantly, junghwan is by your side, tapping whichever hyung’s number came up first as he called them to get help

🐮 they'd calm him over the phone, letting him know it was just a moment of being overwhelmed and that you weren't seriously unwell

🐮 once you wake up, he's holding you in a tight hug, muttering apologies repeatedly

🐮 “i'm so sorry for making you feel like that, y/n. i promise i won't ever do that again. please don't leave me. i love you, please. i'm so terribly sorry.”

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[junghwcns]

Always been you

☆ : pairing best friend!junghwan x gn!reader word count 1.2k    genre angst , best friends to lovers , non-idol au, fluff at the very end warnings not proofread , uses y/n, junghwan is kind of mean to reader in the beginning, tons of miscommunication/misunderstandings notes this is my first time writing angsty stuff like this so forgive me if it's not the best; req'd

“Hey Hwan, can we talk?” you say as you lightly grab your best friend of several year's wrist to stop him from going up the stairs to class. 

“Oh, so now you want to talk?” He coughs out coldly.

“What?” you try your best to control your expression but you can’t help the hurt that briefly flashes in your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not too busy with your guitar lessons with Jeongwoo? I don’t know, you two seemed really close. Maybe you should go talk to him.” he chides, yanking his wrist out of your grasp. At first, confusion and hurt clouds your mind, making it impossible for you to think about what could’ve made him act like this and then you remember. 

“Junghwan… I-” you start to say but Junghwan cuts your explanation short, not wanting to hear about your lessons with Jeongwoo. It was painful enough for him to witness it but for you to tell him about it yourself, he thinks his heart would break in two.

“Forget it. I have to go to class and you should too.” he whispers low enough for you to barely hear him and then he’s gone up the stairs. In your 7 years of being best friends, he’s never acted so cold and distant towards you and now that he has, you never want it to happen again. His few words cut like ice, making you wonder if you did something wrong or if you would ever get a chance to explain yourself. 

As the number of weeks since your encounter increases, so does the number of days it’s been since Junghwan last spoke to you. Having been friends for so long, you’ve never gone more than 3 days without talking to him so these weeks have felt like a lifetime of torture. Little do you know, it’s been torture for Junghwan as well. He had finally worked up the courage to tell you how he feels and then he sees you laughing and cuddling up to Jeongwoo? Everyone had convinced him that you liked him back and didn’t just view him as a friend but suddenly, all those words of encouragement turned into lies. How could you view him as more than just a friend if you liked Jeongwoo? He knew he had to get over you and the only way for him to do that was to avoid you at all costs. If he saw your beaming smile or heard the laugh that was music to his ears, he wouldn’t be able to let you go. So he tried his best but all he ended up doing was hurting you and himself in the end. 

my y/niee~ ❤️‍🩹 can we talk? Read 5:56 pm please? Read 5:56 pm just meet me at our spot on the playground where we first met Read 5:57 pm

hwaniee~ 💟🐶 ok.  Read 5:58 pm

When Junghwan sees you, his heart sinks. You have the hood of (his) sweatshirt that you’re wearing pulled over your head to hide your face but he can still see the redness of your cheeks and how your eyes are puffy from crying. All he wants to do is pull you into a hug and apologize but he can’t because if he does, he’ll fall right back into the routine of loving you. 

Feeling someone approach you, you look up from your seat on the floor of the playground where you and Junghwan first met all those years ago. 

“Junghwan?” you ask into the darkness, only seeing a figure that shares a familiar outline with your best friend. The figure steps into the light from the streetlamps surrounding the playground, revealing themself to be your best friend who is also in the same disheveled state as you. 

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry.” His voice cracks a little as it tries to hold back all of the different emotions he feels. You gesture for him and he walks over to take a seat next to you. Once he sits down, both of you start to speak at the same time. 

“You go first.” He says, motioning for you to continue what you were about to say.

“No, it’s okay. You can go first.” You whisper awkwardly before you squeak out a small laugh.

“What? Why are you laughing?” He questions but still starts to laugh along with you.

“It's nothing... We’ve just never been this awkward before. It’s kind of funny.” You say as you burst into a full on laugh that’s immediately followed by the sound of Junghwan’s. Once the laughter dies down, you know you have to explain yourself before the tears start to fall again.

“Junghwan… I-”

He cuts you off again, but this time, there’s no anger behind it, only remorse. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“But I do!” You exclaim, turning away from him to hide your face. “I can’t let you think something that’s not true! When you saw me and Jeongwoo together, he was teaching me the guitar. That part’s true, but it wasn’t because I wanted to get closer to him. We were together because I asked him to help me learn a song on the guitar, a song that was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. Jeongwoo is only a friend who was helping another friend in need.” You turn back to look at him and see his eyes, full of regret. “The idea that you think I like someone else is tearing me up inside because you’re the one I like, Junghwan. It’s always been you.” You cry out, face full of tears. 

“Oh, Y/n. I am so sorry for making you upset. I saw you two laughing together and the thought that maybe you didn’t like me filled my mind.” He sighs and runs his hands through his long, brown hair. “I had finally worked up the courage to tell you how I felt after like 7 years and then I saw you with Jeongwoo and my whole world came crashing down. I avoided you because I knew that in order for me to be happy, I would have to let you go.  I am so sorry, Y/N… for everything. For making you cry and for making you think anything other than the truth, which is that I really, really like you. It’s always been you. From day one until now. I’ve never stopped.” he says, wrapping you in a hug. “Are you cold?” he asks, pulling away slightly to look at your face.

Through chattering teeth, you admit, “Just a little bit.” Junghwan laughs but still takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders to protect you from the cold. He offers you a hand to help you up from the floor and never lets go. Not on your walk home, not once you both entered your house and sat on the couch, and not for the rest of the night. You were finally together and he had absolutely no plans to leave.

[nonranghaes]

8-bit music greets jeongwoo when he turns on the game you sent him, and he's already fighting back a smile when he sees a pixel person that looks very much like you on the start-up screen, standing near a pixel person that looks very much like him. "what is this?"

"a project for class," you tease. it's late where you are, in another country studying game design, but you managed to carve out some time for him after his birthday to show him your gift... alongside the package that's sitting on the floor next to him. "i passed, by the way."

within minutes, he's already into the groove of this. it's just a simple little fetch quest game, no dangers programmed in, of your character (aptly named "MC") getting the perfect things for his character (just named "PRINCE") because it's his birthday. he wants to tease you about how cutesy this is, but he can't find it in his heart to do so. no one knows it's actually based on you and him, and he's a little relieved... although he knows you'll likely get teased by your friends if you ever show them pictures of him. you walk him through some of the requirements, namely the whole 'get key, open final door' thing, and soon he's arrived at the prince's home.

there's more cutesy dialogue: your character greets him happily with a vibrant "happy birthday!" that you parrot out loud with a laugh. the two of you share cake, and...

"i love you!" your character's text bubble reads out, overly dramatic anime blush galore in the perfect shade to make it pop against your character's skin. "let's spend your next birthday together, okay!?"

there's pre-programmed dialogue in, a surprising twist of events, that allows him to say it back and agree to spending his future birthday with you, or gently let you down. but jeongwoo just looks up, already feeling his face heat up. "what's this?"

"... well?" you aren't looking at the screen or the camera now. "can we?"

and he feels shy all of a sudden, nodding after a moment. "... i'd like that."

[ynsvnte]

The Speckled Diary: Masterlist

Synopsis: In which Kim Sunoo finds a notebook on his desk and reads the name Y/n seems a name he never heard before. He decides to return it, but…what if he “accidentally” reads through it..

Pairing: non-idol!sunoo x Gn!reader (I might put she/her pronouns at times)

Featuring: Nwjns Minji, NMIXX Sullyoon, Ive Reí, Jungwon, Treasure Jeongwoo, P1h Intak, Zb1 Ricky, Lssfm Kazuha, Itzy Yuna

Warnings: Swear words 👍, probably kys/kms jokes, Ricky being bullied (you will understand as you read I hope) embarrassment..more to be added I fear. I will added individual warnings as well

Genre: SMAU, fluff, crack that’s about it I think. Strangers to lovers 🤷🏻‍♀️

Notes; This is my first time doing something like this let’s hope it goes well and I don’t slack on this. 🧎‍♀️

Taglist: Closed

Status: Completed

Started: July 10 Ended: Sept. 3

Profiles: Itchin and Burnin , Shiver me Timberzz

Chapters:

1. Just Gave Birth

2. You better start running

3. Oh no we gotta go

4. HE WHAT!

5. Let me just

6. Sorry bout that

7. Oh no I hope I don’t fall (for him)

8. Hehe Found it

9. Moments before disaster

10.Ouch 🤕

11. Lost era

12. Don’t worry I got you

13. Saur real

14. (Un)Forgiven Im a villain

15. Just a hater

16. Delusional ass bitch

17. L rizz

18. Yn saved the day!

19. Question mark?

20. That’s what I’m talking about

21. Bad news

22. girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight

23. Badge of Honor

24. Cry about it

25. Awkward Dates

26. O. M. G.

27. In yn we believe

28. Confession of a hopeless romantic

29. Big reveal

30. Oopies Daisies

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