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Kpop Idol x Reader

Content: You bother a K-pop idol, but he accidentally ends up falling for you

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You’re annoying.

At least, that’s what he’s told you. Multiple times, actually.

But do you care? Nope. Not even a little bit.

Because why should you? When your ultimate bias is standing right in front of you at every fansign, every event, every concert, looking drop-dead gorgeous as always? And if you have to be just a tiny bit insufferable to get his attention, then so be it.

“Did you miss me?” you chirp, grinning as you slide your album across the table.

He sighs. Deeply. Like he’s summoning the patience of a thousand saints just to deal with you. “Didn’t I see you last week?”

“Yup! And the week before that. And the week before that. And the week—”

“I’m sensing a pattern,” he mutters, flipping open the page. His pen hovers over it for a second before he glances up. “Should I even bother signing? You probably have my autograph a hundred times already.”

“Hundred and two, actually,” you correct, tapping your chin. “But who’s counting?”

You’ve been on his radar for months now, your presence a constant thorn in his side. While other fans scream in adoration, you’re the one who relentlessly teases him. While others shower him with compliments, you’re the one who calls him out for looking like a sleep-deprived raccoon which, in your defense, he does.

And at first, he hated it. He still does but he’s gotten more used to it now.

“You know,” you say, leaning closer as he signs your album. “If you keep staring at me like that, people are gonna think you’re in love with me.”

He chokes. Actually chokes. Coughing into his fist as his ears turn a suspicious shade of red.

“You—” He glares at you, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re so—”

“Charming? Stunning? The love of your life?”

“I was going to say infuriating,” he deadpans.

“You got a giant pimple on your chin by the way.” You mess with him.

“Wait what?” He panics, pulling out his phone camera to look only to see you had been lying. You laugh but he just glares at you.

“I’m calling security.”

“I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” You yelp before speed-walking away.

It’s the same thing every time. You show up. You tease him. He gives you a death glare. He doesn’t hide his irritation or put on the ‘always appease the fans’ personality.

And that is why you keep coming back. It’s gotten entertaining now, he kind of expects it everytime his group is having an event. It’s kind of fun seeing you and the disaster you bring. Even if he’d rather die than admit it.

One day, you stop showing up.

It takes him a while to notice.

At first, he just thinks it’s a coincidence. Maybe you finally got bored of teasing him. Maybe you ran out of albums to get signed. Maybe you found some other idol to annoy instead of him.

It shouldn’t bother him.

And yet, it does.

He doesn’t realize how much he’s grown used to your presence until it’s gone. No smug grins at fansigns. No playful insults thrown his way. No exasperating banter that secretly made his days a little less exhausting.

The first week without you, he feels… relieved.

The second week, he feels off.

The third week, he starts searching for you in every crowd.

And by the fourth week, he knows something is wrong.

It’s not like he has a way to contact you, he doesn’t even know your full name. But, by some miracle, he finds you. It’s past midnight when he sees you again.

He almost doesn’t recognize you at first. You’re curled up on the bench of a park near his apartment, arms wrapped around yourself as the rain pours down. Your usual playful confidence is gone, replaced with something small. Fragile.

Something inside him twists at the sight.

He doesn’t think. He just moves.

“Hey.”

You flinch at his voice, eyes wide as you look up. The dim streetlight barely illuminates your face, but it’s enough for him to see the tear tracks mixed with the rain.

For the first time since he’s known you, you’re not smirking. You’re not teasing. You’re just—broken.

“What… what are you doing here?” you whisper, voice hoarse.

He frowns, ignoring the rain soaking through his hoodie as he crouches in front of you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You let out a weak, bitter laugh. “I could give you a hundred and two reasons.”

Normally, he’d have a snarky reply ready. But right now? Right now, he just wants to know what’s wrong.

His voice is softer than he means it to be. “Y/n, what happened?”

You hesitate. For the first time, you actually hesitate. But then your shoulders shake, and suddenly, you’re unraveling right in front of him.

“Everything just—everything went wrong, and I didn’t know where else to—” You whisper, voice cracking

Your breath hitches, and before he can think twice about it, he’s already shrugging off his hoodie, draping it over you. His hand lingers on your shoulder, grounding you.

“Come on,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Let’s get you out of the rain.”

You blink at him, like you can’t quite believe this is happening. Like you were expecting him to brush you off. But he doesn’t. Because right now, you’re not the annoying fan who used to drive him insane.

Right now, you’re just you. Another person just like him.

You don’t argue. You just let him help you up. And as he leads you inside to his apartment, away from the cold, away from whatever is haunting you, he realizes something.

He’s missed you.

You’re dry now. Mostly. His apartment looks nice. You can’t believe how many times you’ve walked past the area oblivious to the fact your favorite kpop idol lives right there.

Sitting on his couch, wrapped in a blanket that smells faintly of laundry detergent and something undeniably him, you grip the cup of tea he shoved into your hands the second you stepped inside. You’re still cold, though. Not from the rain, but from everything else.

He’s sitting across from you, his shirt damp from the rain, arms crossed as he leans back. He hasn’t asked you to leave. Hasn’t told you you’re being annoying. Hasn’t even made a sarcastic comment.

You let out a slow breath, staring at the steam rising from the tea. “You don’t have to be nice to me, you know.”

He exhales sharply through his nose. “Trust me, I know.”

That earns the faintest hint of a smile from you, but it disappears as quickly as it came. The silence stretches between you, thick and unfamiliar. Normally, you’d fill it with some dumb remark, poke at him just to see him roll his eyes.

But tonight you don’t have the energy.

“I don’t even know why you let me come here,” you admit. “It’s not like we’re actually friends.”

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t argue.

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “But I appreciate it since nothing in my life is going right.”

He watches you, eyes unreadable. “Yeah?”

You scoff, curling further into the blanket. “Yeah.”

And then, before you can stop yourself, you start talking.

You tell him about your job that sucks. About the bills that won’t stop piling up. About how it feels like the universe has some personal vendetta against you.

And then, finally—

“…And then I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.”

You don’t look at him when you say it. It’s less embarrassing that way. But he stills. You don’t notice at first, too busy staring at the swirling tea in your mug.

“…Boyfriend?” His voice is sharper than you expect.

You glance up, confused by the expression on his face.

His brow furrows. “You have a boyfriend?”

There’s something off about the way he says it. Something tense. Like he’s testing the words out, like they feel wrong in his mouth.

You blink. “Had.”

His eyes flick to yours. Just for a second. Enough for you to see relief flicker in them, but it’s gone before you can process it.

“Huh.” He leans back, arms still crossed, gaze flicking to the side. “Didn’t know that.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

He doesn’t answer right away. And when he finally does, his voice is quieter.

“No. Guess not.”

Another silence. This one is heavier than before.

You sip your tea, pretending not to notice the way his fingers tighten slightly on his arm. Pretending not to notice the way he hasn’t looked at you since you said ‘had’.

And he? He pretends he doesn’t care. Even though, for some reason, he does. More than he wants to admit.

“I should’ve known,” you mutter, voice dull. “He was always too smooth. Too good at talking his way out of things.”

Across from you, he shifts, watching you carefully. “How’d you find out?”

You snort. “Instagram.”

His brows raise slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

“I was so stupid,” you continue, laughing bitterly. “This whole time, I thought I was paranoid. I even told myself, no, you’re just overthinking it. But then, boom—he slips up. Some girl posts a story of them together at a hotel. Tags him in it. And just like that, it’s over.”

You don’t even realize you’re gripping the blanket tighter until you feel the fabric bunch beneath your fingers.

Silence.

And then—

“…He’s an idiot.”

You blink, looking up.

He’s staring at you now, expression unreadable, but his voice is firm. Steady.

You let out a scoff. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

His gaze flickers over your face. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something else. But instead, he just leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“You mad at him?”

You think about it. Let the question settle in your chest.

“…No.” You exhale. “I’m just mad at myself.”

His brow furrows slightly. “Why?”

“Because I let it happen.” You shake your head. “I should’ve seen the signs. I should’ve trusted my gut. I wasted so much time on him, and for what?”

The words taste bitter in your mouth. But before you can dwell on it, he exhales, running a hand through his damp hair. “You’re not the only one who’s been through it, you know.”

You blink. “What?”

His jaw clenches, like he’s debating whether or not to say more. But then he sighs, shaking his head. “I’ve been there too. The whole ‘getting cheated on’ thing.”

Your eyes widen. Someone cheated on him? Were they stupid? “Wait. You?”

He nods once, gaze flicking to the side.

You sit up straighter, fully invested now. “Who?”

At that, he hesitates. His fingers tap lightly against the couch, a nervous habit you’ve never seen from him before.

“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

You blink at him, taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Do I need to sign an NDA?”

“That’d probably be a good idea” he says, looking at you now, eyes sharp and unwavering, “But I don’t have any lying around so just promise not to blabber.”

You pause. Then, with the most solemn expression you can muster, you raise a hand. “I solemnly swear that I, Y/n L/n, will take this secret to my grave.”

Huh, so that was your full name. Then, after another long pause, he finally says it.

“Myra.”

Your brain short-circuits. “Wait. Kim Myra?”

Kim Myra—the nation’s sweetheart, lead vocalist of Lulupop, one of the biggest girl groups in the industry? The same Kim Myra who made headlines last year for her K-drama debut?

That Myra?

“She cheated on you?” you say, still trying to process the information.

He lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Yup.”

“With who?”

Another pause. And then, with a sigh, he mutters, “Kevin.”

Your jaw drops.

Kevin Ngyuen the half Vietnamese and half Korean actor? Her flipping co-star in that ridiculously popular debut drama she starred in last year. The one everyone swore had “undeniable chemistry.” The one she denied being involved with a thousand times in interviews.

“Holy shit,” you breathe. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leans back, rubbing his temples. “It was a whole thing. I found out during the drama’s press tour. They were sneaking around behind my back for months.”

You stare at him, mind racing. “How did this not get out?”

He gives you a flat look. “Come on. You really think companies let this stuff leak?”

That gets your attention. You shift, turning to face him fully. “Okay, spill. How often does this actually happen? Because every time an idol gets exposed for dating, people act like it’s some rare phenomenon.”

He scoffs. “Please. It happens all the time.”

You gape at him. “All the time?”

He nods, stretching his legs out. “Most idols date in secret. Sometimes it’s other idols, sometimes it’s actors, sometimes it’s staff. Hell, sometimes it’s fans.”

Your eyes widen. “Fans?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. Not often, but it happens.”

Your mind is spinning. The media paints idols as these untouchable figures, too busy to date, too devoted to their careers. But here he is, casually confirming that half the industry is dating behind closed doors.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, crossing your arms. “You’re telling me that while we, the peasants, are out here fighting over crumbs of interactions, you guys are out there secretly dating each other?”

He smirks. “Pretty much.”

You groan, flopping back against the couch. “I feel so betrayed.”

He actually laughs at that—a real laugh, not the sarcastic ones he usually gives you. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest. You watch him carefully. For the first time, he looks… vulnerable. Not the cocky idol who always rolled his eyes at you. Not the guy who (rightfully) acts like you were the most annoying person in the world.

Just a guy who got his heart broken, the same way you did.

“…She’s an idiot,” you say eventually.

He glances at you, lips twitching. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

The rain has slowed to a faint drizzle, tapping softly against the window. You’re still curled up on his couch, still wrapped in his blanket, still reeling from the fact that you just got industry tea straight from the source.

And yet, the weirdest part?

You’re not freaking out.

Like, logically, you should be. You’re in the apartment of a K-pop idol. But here you are, having a normal conversation with him like this is just… a thing that happens.

He shifts, resting an arm against the back of the couch. Then, almost absentmindedly, he mutters, “You know… this is the first time I’ve let a stranger into my house.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

He tilts his head slightly, watching you. “I’ve never talked to a fan like this before, let alone allow one into my place.”

You let out a small laugh. “This is kind of crazy, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What is?”

“This.” You motion between the two of you. “I’m literally sitting in a celebrity’s house, and I’m not even freaking out. It’s like…” You trail off, thinking.

“…Like?” he prompts.

You shrug. “Like we’ve been friends or something for years.”

His lips twitch. “Oh, a friend, huh?”

You don’t miss the way his gaze sharpens, playful and teasing. Then, with a smirk, he leans forward just slightly. “You probably have, like, a gajillion pictures of my face in your camera roll.”

Your face heats. “I—okay, first of all—”

“Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” His smirk widens. “How many are we talking? A hundred? Two hundred?”

You cross your arms. “I don’t have that many.”

He hums, unconvinced. “You sure?”

“Okay, maybe a few, but that’s normal—”

“So you do like me.”

You sputter. “Excuse me?”

His eyes gleam with amusement, head tilting slightly. “You like me.”

“I used to like you,” you correct quickly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Past tense.”

He snorts. “Right. Past tense.”

“Yes.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then—

“Still doesn’t explain why you showed up to every fansign just to bother me.”

You groan. “Oh my god, can you let it go?”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying this way too much.

You decide to change the subject before he can keep teasing you. “Anyway. Moving on. We’re getting off track.”

He smirks but doesn’t argue.

And somehow, just like that, the conversation flows into something easier. More natural.

You talk about random things—childhood memories, weird pet peeves, stupid things you’ve both done. And the more you talk, the more you realize just how much you actually have in common.

You both hate the taste of parsley. You both secretly love trashy reality TV. You both have a fear of roaches.

“They’re just creepy, okay?” he mutters.

You nod solemnly. “Agreed.”

“That’s so exhausting,” you mutter as he rambles on about the complicated life of being a celebirty.

“Welcome to the industry.”

You tilt your head, watching him. “Do you ever regret it?”

The question catches him off guard. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, he doesn’t answer.

Then, after a beat, he exhales. “I don’t know. Some days, yeah. But I signed up for this, so…” He shrugs.

You don’t know why, but the way he says it—so nonchalant, so matter-of-fact—makes your chest feel a little tight. Because for all the glamour, all the fame, all the screaming fans and flashing cameras… it must be lonely. And you’re starting to wonder if he’s lonelier than he lets on.

You shift slightly, resting your head against the couch. “You know,” you say, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought being an idol was, like, the dream life.”

He snorts. “Yeah? Still think that now?”

You hum, considering. “I mean… parts of it, sure. The music, the performances. But all the other stuff? The restrictions, the constant scrutiny, the… fake smiles?” You glance at him. “I don’t think I’d last a day.”

His lips quirk slightly. “Yeah. You’re too stubborn to follow company rules.”

You gasp. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He smirks, shifting so he’s facing you fully. “They’d tell you to keep your head down, and you’d be out there starting fights with reporters.”

You cross your arms. “I would not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe I would,” you admit. “But that’s beside the point.”

His chuckle is soft, barely there. But you hear it. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest.

“You know,” he murmurs, breaking the silence, “you’re not what I expected.”

You blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He tilts his head, studying you. “I don’t know. I just figured… I don’t even know what I figured. But it wasn’t this.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Wasn’t what?”

He exhales, shaking his head. “I don’t know. You’re just… normal.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow. What a compliment.”

He laughs, low and breathy. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

And yeah. Maybe you do.

You stretch your arms above your head, letting out a yawn. “Whatever. You don’t even know me.”

He scoffs. “Same could be said about you.”

But that makes you sit up, an eyebrow raised. “No, see, I actually do know you.”

He leans back against the couch, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, shifting to face him. “For example—you grew up with a corgi.” You pause for effect. “Your favorite anime is fruit basket. You trained for five years before debuting. You love mint chocolate—”

At that, he suddenly bursts out laughing.

You blink. “What?”

“Oh my god.” He covers his face with his hand, still laughing. “That is so wrong.”

Your brows furrow. “Huh?”

“My favorite anime is blood C” he says, “But that was too graphic for my label so I had to lie about it”

“And I hate mint chocolate.” He shakes his head, still grinning. “My company made me lie about that too.”

You gasp. “Are you serious?”

He stretches his legs out, exhaling dramatically. “They assigned me this whole personality—‘the sweet, playful vocalist who loves cute things. They made me do so much aegyo during our rookie days. I swear, I was dying inside. Like geniunelly an angel lost its wings everytime they made me sing that fuck ass ottoke ottoke song.”

At that, you lose it, laughing so hard your sides hurt.

“Wow. So all those ‘cute’ moments in variety shows—”

“Forced. Every single one.”

You shake your head, still grinning. “Damn. Your whole life on camera is a lie.”

“Pretty much.” He sighs, shaking his head.

You tilt your head. “Yeah, okay. Who is the real you, then?”

He leans back, thinking for a moment. Then, he starts listing.

“I hate aegyo, if that wasn’t obvious by now. I suck at cooking, but I can make instant ramen taste amazing. I get restless if I sit in one place too long. I used to sneak out during trainee days just to take a breather because the dorms were hell.”

You listen intently as he continues.

“I love staying up late. I overthink a lot. I hate being told what to do. And—” He pauses, eyes flicking toward the ceiling in thought. “—oh. When I was a kid, I once cried for, like, three hours straight because my ice cream fell on the floor.”

You burst out laughing. “Three hours?!”

“It was tragic, okay?” He places a hand on his chest dramatically. “And I was five.”

You shake your head, still laughing. “Wow. You were a menace.”

“Still am,” he quips.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then—his gaze shifts back to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Okay, your turn.”

You blink. “Huh?”

He tilts his head. “I just told you who I really am. Now it’s your turn.” He smirks. “Because as far as I know, you’re just an obsessed fan with a messy life.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Wow. Rude.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…No, but still.”

His smirk deepens. “So? Who are you, really?”

You open your mouth, then close it. Because, honestly? You’re not sure how to answer that. And for the first time tonight… you think he can tell. You fidget with the edge of the blanket draped over you, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

“Who am I, really?” you echo, stalling.

He shrugs, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah. Since, y’know, I actually answered.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, okay. Geez.”

But now that the question is out there, you don’t know where to start. Because who are you, really? You could go the surface-level route—basic facts, the kind of stuff you’d put in a ‘get to know me’ post. Or you could be real, like he was, peeling back the layers, saying the stuff you don’t usually admit. Your fingers tighten around the fabric of the blanket. He’s watching you, waiting. And for some reason, despite how ridiculous this entire situation is, you kind of want to answer honestly.

So you exhale and start.

“I’m the kind of person who laughs at their own jokes before even finishing them.” You scoff at yourself. “I stay up way too late and regret it every morning. I’m really bad at responding to texts, even though I always have my phone on me. And I—” You hesitate, but push forward. “—I overthink everything. Like, everything. I make up problems that don’t even exist sometimes, just so I have something to be stressed about.”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, and I have a terrible habit of pretending I’m okay when I’m actually so not.”

You glance at him, expecting—what? Judgment? Pity? You’re not sure.

But he’s just watching you. Quietly. Like he’s actually listening.

So you continue.

“I get attached to people way too easily. It’s honestly embarrassing. And I hate it, because most of the time, they don’t even care that much about me in return.” You shrug, forcing a small smile. “Guess that’s my fault, though. I expect too much from people.”

You don’t know why you’re saying all this. Maybe it’s because you’re tired, or maybe it’s because, for once, you don’t feel like you have to pretend.

Either way, the words just keep coming.

“I act all tough, but I take things way too personally. If someone I care about starts acting distant, I automatically assume I did something wrong.” You huff out a laugh. “I hate that about myself, honestly. But, y’know… can’t really turn my brain off.”

You fall silent, staring at the fabric in your hands, feeling weirdly vulnerable.

Then—

“That,” he says, voice softer than before, “was not what I was expecting.”

You scoff. “Yeah, well. Neither was tonight.”

He chuckles. Then, after a beat—

“You know what’s funny?”

You glance at him. “What?”

He leans back, arms crossed, smirking slightly. “For someone who annoys the hell out of me, you sound a lot like me.”

You blink. “Wait. You overthink everything too?”

“All the time.” He exhales through his nose. “It’s exhausting.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Well, damn. Maybe I do know you.”

His gaze lingers on you for a second longer. Then—

“Yeah.” His lips twitch. “Maybe you do.”

You glance over at him, unsure how to break the silence, but he speaks first.

“You can stay the night if you want.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

His voice is low, relaxed, like he’s been thinking about it for a while. “I mean, it’s getting late, and you’ve been through enough tonight. You can stay in the guest room. No pressure.”

Your heart races a little at the offer, and you instinctively open your mouth to decline. “Nah, it’s really fine. The weather’s—”

Just as you’re about to finish, a sudden crack of thunder shakes the walls.

You freeze, looking toward the window, and the hairs on your arms stand on end. You glance at him, confused. “That was… loud.”

Before you can say anything else, the wind picks up, howling against the glass. The first hailstone hits the window with a sharp thunk, followed by another, and then another.

You’re caught in the sudden chaos of weather. The storm that had seemed far off only moments ago now feels like it’s directly on top of you.

He watches you, his eyes soft but firm. “Yeah. It’s now hailing outside. You’re not going anywhere.”

You blink, feeling a rush of uncertainty. “But I—”

“Stay,” he insists, his voice calm, reassuring. “You can’t go out in this. It’s not safe.”

You swallow, the sudden realization hitting you that he’s right. The storm is now battering against the windows with intensity. The wind howls, the thunder rumbles louder, and the hail sounds almost like it’s trying to break through the glass.

You hesitate. “But I don’t want to be a bother—”

He cuts you off, eyes not leaving yours, his tone gentle but firm. “It’s fine. Really. It’s just one night.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but the sheer thought of stepping out into the storm is enough to make you reconsider. The last thing you need right now is to get caught out there, drenched and cold.

With a reluctant sigh, you nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll stay. But only because the weather is insane.”

He gives a small nod of satisfaction, his expression softening just a touch. He stands, stretching his legs. “I’ll show you the guest room. It’s just down the hall.”

You follow him down the hallway, the quiet hum of the apartment now replaced with the distant rumble of thunder and the sharp tink-tink of hail.

He leads you into a modestly furnished guest room, with a neatly made bed and soft, dim lighting that creates a warm, inviting atmosphere.

“Make yourself at home,” he says, his voice more casual now. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

You glance back at him, feeling a little out of place but oddly comfortable. “Thanks.”

He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, looking at you like he’s about to say something else, but then he just nods once and leaves.

As you settle into the bed, the storm outside continues to rage, but inside, everything feels calmer, quieter. You close your eyes, trying to shake the feeling of being in his space, of being taken care of.

The storm doesn’t let up. If anything, it gets worse. You can hear the wind howling through the cracks of the apartment, the heavy thunk of hailstones smacking against the windows.

You should be sleeping. But you’re not.

Instead, you’re lying on your side, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing too fast to settle.

There’s a soft knock at the door.

You sit up slightly. “Yeah?”

The door creaks open, and he steps inside, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks… uneasy, like he’s debating whether or not he should even be here.

“I, uh—” He hesitates. “Couldn’t sleep.”

You exhale a small laugh. “Yeah, me neither.”

He nods, lingering by the doorway before eventually sighing and stepping inside. “The storm’s kinda loud.”

You smirk. “You scared or something?”

He scoffs. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Just… restless.”

You watch as he walks over, hesitating before sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s close, closer than before. The dim lighting casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers press against his knees like he’s holding himself back from something.

The air shifts.

Neither of you speak, but you can feel it, the weight of everything unsaid pressing into the space between you.

You swallow. “What?”

His gaze flickers to yours. “What?”

“You’re looking at me like…” You trail off, suddenly self-conscious.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, his lips parting slightly like he’s about to say something, but then—

He kisses you.

It happens so fast you barely process it. His lips press against yours. Firm, hesitant, like he’s not sure if he’s making a mistake but can’t stop himself.

Your breath catches.

It’s warm. It’s soft. It’s…

Over too soon.

He pulls back immediately, his eyes widening like he just broke every unspoken rule in existence.

“Shit,” he breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “I—” He stands up abruptly, pacing. “That was, fuck. That was so unprofessional of me.”

You blink, still trying to process what just happened. “Unprofessional?”

He groans. “I mean you’re a fan. You were literally crying outside my apartment, like—this is just—” He groans again, dragging his hand down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You just stare at him. “So… was it bad?”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to you, blinking like the thought never even occurred to him. “…What?”

You raise an eyebrow. “The kiss. Was it bad?”

He looks almost offended. “No. That’s not the point.”

You tilt your head, lips twitching. “So it was good?”

He glares at you. “Stop.”

You can’t help it, you laugh.

Because despite his whole internal crisis, despite the way he’s pacing like he just ruined his career or something, he kissed you first.

And that means something.

He sighs, exasperated, before finally looking at you again. His expression softens—just slightly. “I’m serious. That was…” He exhales. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

You hum, still amused. “But it did.”

The moment is thick with tension, something unspoken hanging between the two of you, stretching out like an invisible thread waiting to snap.

“This.” His voice is edged with something unsteady as he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his fingers twitching like he wants to take the word back as soon as it leaves his lips. “I wasn’t supposed to—” His sentence cuts off abruptly, his jaw clenching hard as if he's physically stopping himself from saying more.

You narrow your eyes, your gaze locking onto his, searching for whatever it is he’s trying so desperately to keep from you. “Wasn’t supposed to what?”

His eyes flicker to yours for only a second, but it’s enough. Enough to send something sharp and unexpected shooting through you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“…Start liking you.”

The words are so quiet, you almost think you imagined them. They are hesitant, fragile, as though speaking them aloud makes them more real than he’s ready for. Like he’s admitting something he never planned to, something he never thought he’d have to.

Your stomach flips, and suddenly, for the first time since the kiss, you’re the one feeling thrown off balance.

You blink at him, unsure if you even heard him correctly. “You—”

“Forget it,” he mutters quickly, already shaking his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw like he regrets every syllable. “Just—”

“No.” You sit up straighter, your voice firm. “You can’t just say that and expect me to forget it.”

He exhales sharply, his gaze darting away from you. “I know. I just…” He groans under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in clear frustration. “This is a mess.”

You study him carefully, taking in every detail—the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers clench at his sides, the unmistakable war waging behind his eyes. He looks so genuinely conflicted, like he’s fighting against himself, and maybe he is.

And then, because you can’t help yourself, because some part of you needs to hear him say it again, you murmur, “You liking me is a mess?”

His head snaps back toward you, and for a brief moment, he looks utterly, completely exasperated. “Yes. Obviously. You’re a fan—”

“Was a fan,” you interject smoothly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He glares. “That doesn’t make this any better.”

You smirk. “I think it does.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head in frustration. “You’re impossible.”

You simply grin at him, but inside, your heart is pounding. Because it doesn’t matter how much he denies it, how much he tries to fight it—the truth is out now. He likes you. He wasn’t supposed to, he doesn’t want to, but he does. And now, neither of you knows what to do with it.

Outside, the storm continues to rage, wind and rain slamming against the windows, but inside, you’re both just standing there, frozen in this moment, waiting for something—anything—to break the silence.

You shift slightly on the bed, tilting your head at him. “So, let me get this straight.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, already looking pained. “Oh my God.”

“You kissed me.”

“Yes, I know.” His tone is flat, resigned.

“And you like me.”

He groans, running a hand down his face. “I literally just said that.”

You smirk. “And somehow that’s the problem?”

His hands drop to his sides, and he just stares at you, completely unamused. “Yes.”

You swallow, forcing yourself to keep your voice casual. “Okay.”

He blinks, his brows furrowing. “Okay?”

You nod, leaning back on your hands, your expression unreadable. “Okay. So don’t like me, then.”

His jaw tightens, his entire body going rigid. “I should go,” he says suddenly, voice stiff.

He says he should go. But he doesn’t move. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like you’re the most frustrating puzzle he’s ever had to solve. And maybe you are.

You tilt your head slightly, a teasing edge to your voice. “Still here.”

His jaw clenches harder. “I know.”

Your smirk widens. “So much for I should go.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face before muttering, “You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

You shrug, entirely unfazed. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”

“I meant it every time.”

The air between you shifts again, the tension mounting, thick and almost suffocating. You don’t know how you got here, how things escalated to this point, how you went from being someone he wanted nothing to do with—to whatever this is.

He sighs, finally breaking eye contact, his shoulders tense. “This is a bad idea.”

You hum in agreement. “Probably.”

He turns back to you, eyes searching yours, his voice low. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of how close he’s gotten. You should stop him. You should say something to break the tension, to shift the mood before it spirals into something neither of you can take back.

“Because you don’t want me to.” You whisper

His breath catches. And just like that, whatever restraint he had left—snaps.

Because the second his gaze drops to your lips again—

You pull him back in. This time, it’s different. This time, it’s desperate.

You barely have time to react before his hands are on you again—one curling into the back of your hair, the other gripping your waist, tugging you forward until there’s no space left between you. His lips crash against yours, and you can feel the restraint he’s been holding onto for so long break completely.

You match his intensity, your fingers twisting into his shirt, pulling him closer, like you need to feel all of him. His hands tighten on you in response, and then suddenly, he’s moving, guiding you back until your legs hit the mattress.

You fall back slightly, breath hitching as he follows, hovering over you, his weight pressing down in the most intoxicating way. His lips leave yours just long enough to trail down, grazing your jaw, your neck—hot, open-mouthed kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“Shit,” you breathe, gripping his shoulders.

He exhales sharply, like your voice alone is enough to make him lose whatever control he has left. His teeth graze your skin, and you shudder, your fingers tangling into his hair.

You exhale a little laugh, breaking the silence. “I so have to sign an NDA now, don’t I?”

He opens one eye, glancing at you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You gonna keep showing up to my events?”

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’ve been stalking you this whole time?”

He lets out a soft laugh, turning to face you fully. “No. But you did seem pretty persistent.”

You grin, leaning back on your hands. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

He sighs, rolling onto his side to face you. “Then yeah. You’ll need an NDA.”

You bite your lip, pretending to think about it, then nod slowly. “Fine, I’ll sign. But only if you promise to stop acting like I’m some crazy fan who’s not actually pretty cool.”

He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with something you can’t quite place. “You’re definitely crazy, but I’ll admit, you’re kind of cool.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s warmth in your chest. “Oh, thanks.”

He shrugs, but the smile never leaves his face. “You’re welcome.”

The storm outside has finally quieted, leaving only the occasional distant rumble as a reminder of how chaotic things once were. The space between you and him is still charged with everything you’ve just shared, but there’s a peaceful calm settling in. The kind that comes with knowing that, no matter how strange or messed up this situation is, there’s something real here. Something that sticks.

You look over at him. He’s lying back on the pillow, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you now—something softer.

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hyunjinz · 6 months ago

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KPOP ASK GAME

your favorite group(s)?

your favorite solo artist(s)?

who is your bias in your favorite group(s) and why?

who are your ultimate biases?

who was your very first bias?

how long have you been into kpop?

which song/group introduced you to kpop?

an idol you'd love to be friends with?

an idol you don't think you'd get along with?

an idol you think would match your freak?

idols you share the same zodic sign with?

idols you share the same mbti with?

the last photo of an idol you have saved to your camera roll?

name 3 idols you'd want to accompany you during a zombie apocalypse!

your favorite hairstyle on your bias(es)?

your bias(es)' best look(s)?

tell me 3 things about your bias(es) some people might not know about!

name 5 things your bias(es) remind(s) you of?

your all time favorite kpop songs?

your favorite songs from your favorite group(s)?

your favorite kpop albums?

your favorite concepts?

your favorite choreographies?

your favorite debuts?

your favorite music videos?

your favorite collabs?

your favorite vocalists?

your favorite dancers?

your favorite rappers?

if you could only listen to one group for the rest of your life, who would it be?

if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, which one would it be?

which song is playing during your funeral?

a kpop concept you don't like?

a group you're no longer a fan of?

a group you've been eyeing for a while but couldn't get into them yet?

name an underrated kpop group!

name an underrated kpop song!

a song everyone seems to like but you?

a song no one seems to like but you?

songs you would show to people who are not into kpop?

last kpop song you listened to?

a fandom name you like?

do you watch survival shows?

if yes, who's a survival show contestant you've been keeping up with ever since?

do you own any kpop albums/other merch?

do you collect photocards?

have you been to any kpop concerts?

a kpop group whose concert you MUST attend in your lifetime?

your favorite kpop songs from this year (2024)?

did you get into any new groups this year (2024)?

which kpop song do you think will be your most played song this year (2024)?

which group(s) did you listen to the most this year (2024)?

tell me your unpopular kpop opinion!

talk to me about anything kpop!

#kpop ask game #feel free to ask away and reblog #this probably looks like every other kpop ask game but this is all I could come up with at 3am lmao #also I didn't ask 'why' after a lot of questions but feel free to elaborate 😊#sorry if there are any typos 😬#personal

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aquasoftware · 4 days ago

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YOU GOT ME LOOKING FOR ATTENTION!!

Cw: Discord mod! Satoru, Kpop! fanboy satoru, fem! reader, fluff to smùt, Satoru lives with his parents, hcs, e-sēx/phone sēx, mūtual màsturbàtīon, long distance, lots of petnames, he calls you kitten (1), + ML

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who spends way too much time on discord servers, he’s got notifs consistently blowing up on his computer which drives his parents insane from having the racket memorized.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who joins a server for every group, and he’s a discord mod in four. He shoos his parents out of the basement when they advise him to get a real job.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who’s the guy who posts fancams with lovesick captions like “I’m on my knees for Chaeyoung again. 😍”

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who has a custom emoji reaction for every mood. He owns lightsticks and photocards with them displayed on a glass shelf like prized possessions.

Bonus: He still brags about having McDonald’s BTS bags in general chat too.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who meets you through a kpop fan server he’s in, It started with a random reply to your message about the worst kpop songs. You clowned the instrumental ‘Sticker’ by nct 127 which led to him writing paragraphs on how it’s the best kpop songs to exist.

(of course he likes sticker it’s chatoic just like him.)

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who slides in your dms after the small banter, especially after seeing a picture of you in the selfies channel.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who sees the “Dms open!” Sticker In your bio and uses the stan list you posted in intros to his advantage hitting you with a “yo, u lowkey got taste” eventually ending up chatting for 4 hours about your ultimate biases, kdramas, and conspiracy theories about choreo symbolism. He calls you lovey dovey nicknames like “Pretty girl,” and “cutie,” but adds a lil winky face that seems very intentional…

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who sends you memes regularly, you wake up to 60 unread messages. All memes. All chaotic. Some are thirst traps of idols with stupid little “me when I see u” captions.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who flirts with you all the time at first it’s subtle—he calls you his “bias wrecker.” As a joke Then it’s voice notes of him humming your fave song in a deep voice that makes you question what his whimpers sound like.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who sends you packages of snacks he’d think you’d like from japan.

“This one always makes me think of you, probably tastes as sweet as you too.. wait, oh… not like that..”

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who eventually gets close enough to call you, it’s awkward at first. It doesn't last long with his typical charisma though, his voice is deeper than expected, teasing, alluring. He calls you “Baby” jokingly, but your stomach flips. You both giggle the entire time, doing karaoke, watching different shows together and don’t sleep until your time zones force you to.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who one day hears your shaky breathing paired with small moans and stops mid sentence about a new group debut in confusion. He's talking fast, all excited until you go unusually quiet. Then he hears it. Soft, yet heavy breaths. The kind you don’t make unless you’re doing something intimate. His voice pauses mid-sentence. “Wait… are you okay?”

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who eventually catches on that his online bestfriend is playing with her sweet cunt, so he shoots the obvious question “You touchin’ yourself Y/n?” He’s shocked for half a second. Then smug, talking low. “Awh, I feel so flattered..” The teasing tone doesn’t hide how hard he’s breathing now too.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who gets cocky when you don’t answer and says “You can tell me, you don’t gotta be shy.” He’s biting back a moan, palming himself through his sweats. “You can admit it. You want me to talk you through it, don’t you?” He beams behind the screen already knowing the answer to his own question.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who when you admit it he finally takes his poor throbbing cock out of his sweats masturbating with you. The sound of your moans drives him crazy. He’s got one hand on his long veiny shaft, the other gripping the phone tighter every time your voice cracks. “Nghh, you sound so fucking pretty. Wish I could see that adorable face right now.” The call turns filthy fast—panting, loads of breathy praise, and crying out each other’s names.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who talks you through your orgasm He guides you with tender groans, “That’s it, kitten… rub your clit just like that… mmph, you close? Lemme hear it, you can be loud f’me..” And when you cum, he does too, shooting thick ribbons across his expensive keyboard; gasping your name like a prayer, hips stuttering into his fist.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who has the prettiest whimpers, so loud he hopes he doesn’t wake his parents he still lives with. His head falls back in the gaming chair, mouth parted with high-pitched whines and desperate curses he muffles himself with a hoodie sleeve. “Shittt, hahh—hope, no one heard me” But he’s a little too far gone to care anyway.

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who secretly craves having phone sex again with you. He replays your moans in his head like a broken record. Nearly texting “What are we?” But proceeds to play it cool, immediately deleting it, instead sending “Missed your voice, pretty girl. <3”

Kpop fanboy! Satoru who’s wrapped around your finger. ❤︎

Dividers/boarder creds | toastray

Note | Lmk if I should turn this into a full fic, or send a request based off of this.

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and likes, THANK YOU!!

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a-lilyofthevalley · 5 months ago

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DK for ALLURE Korea (December 2024 Issue)

#dk #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seventeen #seventeen carat #ultimate bias #kpop #photoshoot #help this photoshoot is doing things to me #i can't breathe

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sakurasmain · 1 year ago

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pairing: miyawaki sakura x staff!reader

summary: reader meets her bias (and sakura adorably spirals)

note: converted an old little marvel fic of mine hahaha, first time writing for kpop so this is rought, kinda dusting off the keyboard! hope it’s okay!

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sakura was enamored the moment you set foot in the practice room, with a pretty smile and equipment ready to film the girls' content, but it was obvious she wasn’t the only one.

as soon as you were officially introduced to the members and staff, it became an entire challenge to win the pretty camerawoman over. during schedules where you were assigned to them, each girl took the chance to get your attention. chaewon would do her cutesy fierce thing, yunjin brought out her loud and loser-coded type of charm which consisted of the lamest pick-up lines known to man, even kazuha started throwing her charming smiles and wearing crop tops more often!

sakura even noticed that while out at events, other idols stared a little too long at her camerawoman. the guests at eunchae star diary wouldn't even be subtle about their glances, and the maknaes were a menace!

she wasn’t worried though, after all these months she had your routine down. you would start by politely declining all those who sought you out with the same awkward giggle, your trademark sympathetic smile, and walk away, it was a waltz sakura loved to see every time.

now sakura wasn’t dumb, she knew it was her who you liked. every early morning now consisted of coffee runs and every night had you sneaking in street food plus small gaming sessions with your favorite member. but still, sakura’s fear of ultimately ruining such an authentic friendship kept her from acting on her feelings, and not to mention that it could affect the great work relationship. she concluded that sitting by and watching everyone try and fail to have you would be a cost necessary.

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scratch that, why was there a tall walking sunshine in the cafeteria and why was she making you laugh? wait, were you blushing? you never blush with her!

sakura sat there with what felt like a permanent pout, forcing herself to not just walk over and interrupt whatever you both so vividly talked about. i mean, how funny could they be? she kept glancing over to see when your rejecting routine would start, the awkward giggle, the pity laugh, and walking away.

but it never came, instead, what sakura saw from afar was for certain a giggle, but, it was flirty? god forbid what the other idol was typing on your phone was their number… this couldn’t go on for longer, and after what felt like an eternity you walked away with a goofy grin plastered on your face.

the veteran idol quickly walked over to the corner, disguising her intentions with a false interest in the coffee machine. “hey tsuki, haven't seen you since our fearless kkura episode!”, extending her hand to the other, “oh, kkura-sunbaemin! i got invited to do some dance challenges!”, she answered with a bright smile.

‘fukutomi tsuki? that’s okay, sakura thought, no big deal, except that’s the idol you’ve declared over and over again having a massive crush on. and you were barely five minutes prior talking to them and blushing and giggle- well sakura was officially spiraling.

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three days, it would be three whole days of tsuki coming over to hybe and flirting with you, and you’ve been living for it. after that small talk shared in the cafeteria, the le sserafim member couldn’t have expected just how infuriating all of this would become, more so, heart-wrenching. but, sakura was the one to put up the boundary on your friendship, it was her decision and she would stand by it!

day one was simple enough; you had been assigned to show tsuki the different practice rooms and help her not get lost, which the idol took as valuable time to throw some smooth lines your way and make you blush endlessly. ‘just a blush, a stupid little blush’, sakura kept repeating to herself.

“don’t you think she should film these challenges with her own staff?”, sakura lamely started, “who?” you questioned.

“tsuki… matter of fact i don’t think she has the stamina to even do our choreos, i can though… and who wants to be so tall? should’ve gone to the Lakers instead of here!”, sakura declared, now aggressively gesturing to solidify just how baffled she is. she didn’t catch the adoring gaze you threw her way, much less your beaming smile, that cherry blossom was also so animated.

“i’m just saying, a little overrated if you ask me.”, you only laughed and looked at her with even more adoration, “it is overrated my cherry, so lame, you are so much cooler and dance endlessly!”, maybe it was an exaggeration on your end, but it did bring back a smug and happy sakura.

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day two was much harder. after having spent all your day with tsuki, it's easy to say you got pretty close. close enough to be constantly touching each other, and sakura’s eyes couldn’t move away from it. the way tsuki’s hand rested on your lower back, going out of her way to play with the rings on your fingers. the cherry blossom was seeing red, or green, or whatever the idiom yunjin kept teasing her with. she was jealous.

“fukutomi, you know you can let her take a breather right?”, sakura knew she sounded piteous, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“cherry!”, you exclaimed, “what’s the matter with you?”, ‘great’, sakura thought, ‘now i’m getting scolded’

“it’s- it’s nothing, just odd that they have only you putting in so much work… it’s getting late anyway, want to continue the game through from last time?”, if sakura’s week wasn’t bad enough, your answer was the confirmation it needed, “i’m sorry cherry, but you’re acting rude, and i promised tsuki a night out. maybe next time?”

like a sad little kicked kitten, sakura got up, “that’s okay, i’ll go to my room, night tsuki, goodnight” the older idol could feel her chest tighten, but still, shot you her usual grin, and left. the stupid tall blonde was leaving tomorrow anyway, and you’ll be back to normal.

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it was already day three, the glorious friday sakura had been anticipating, also the day fukutomi tsuki would stop showing up at hybe, hopefully never visit again.

the shorter idol quickly got bored of waiting for practice to start and went out into the hallway, stopping herself after hearing tsuki’s and chaewon’s voices.

“while i prefer not meddling with my member's relationships, maybe don’t ask her out?” chaewon said, knowing all too well how territorial a certain crocheter could be.

“she doesn’t seem to be with anyone though chaewon-sunbaemin, she’s cute and i think she likes me, i don’t understand the problem” tsuki rebutted, seemingly annoyed.

“i’m just saying, wouldn't you be too busy with promotions for a relationship -“ chaewon started but was interrupted by tsuki, “who said anything about relationships? maybe i just want a little distraction every once in a while.”

that was all sakura needed to hear before walking the corner and coming in between her leader and fellow idol, ears red from frustration. “i think it’s better if you leave early today, i’ll let your manager now we got enough footage.” she coldly stated while chaewon only watched and the other idol just nodded, walking away. none of them noticing how you had followed sakura after seeing her walk out of the practice room.

“why are you dragging me?!” sakura all but yelled while holding onto her now even redder ear, which was caused by you pulling her to a nearby room. words couldn’t even describe the flabbergasted look you were giving her, “oh i’m sorry, are you surprised by this? i’m still, on the whole, WHY would you even speak to another idol that way? anyone could have heard and spread false narratives”, you couldn’t even try lowering your voice.

by now you had already gotten up close to her, meanwhile the pro-idol could only continue inspecting the floor, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. she mumbled some nonsense in the hope of giving up on the incoming conversation, but after a glance at your worried, but also very pissed off eyes, she repeated herself louder “she said disgusting things about you…”

sighing, “kkura, it doesn’t matter what anyone says about me, you can’t be going around defending ‘my honor’ like that!”, but that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “yes it matters and yes i can! all she’s done all week is take your entire time, make you laugh the only way i can, and then say you could be some distraction?… as if you aren't someone to treasure as if she could just barge in here and take you away from me!”

that was it, that’s the reason the usually relaxed member was being an irrational baby, she was jealous?

“cherry, would you please look at me?”, you asked in the soft tone reserved only for her. sakuda looked up with small angry tears watering her eyes, “kkura, i understand why you put a boundary to our friendship, and also why tsuki’s comment got to you, but i can’t do much here if you won’t allow me.” you finished, trying to be as delicate with the topic as possible.

with an inhale and a puffed chest, sakura finally spoke up, “i know this won’t be the easiest thing to deal with, with busy schedules and what-not, but, you have never made me feel as a burden, all you ever done is understand and accept me, with that in mind, could i please take you on a date?”, she finished asking while taking both of your hands.

“you’re such an idiot cherry, of course, i’ll be your date, only after we make sure tsuki doesn't go off and tell the managers about how you kicked her out!” you laughed, sakura knew she wasn’t going to live that down anytime soon, but it was worth it, she finally got her pretty lady.

#miyawaki sakura #le sserafim #miyawaki sakura x reader #le sserafim x reader #kpop fluff

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jungwnies · 2 years ago

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syn ' you're a celebrity and you decide to talk about enhypen in one of your videos, what happens when they see it :) pairing ' idol!enhypen x celebrity!reader

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이희승 ' lee heeseung

you were at one of your interviews when suddenly an interviewer asked, "so what's your favorite kpop group, a fan mentioned you used to listen to it a lot."

you thought about the question for a minute, but ultimately you knew enhypen always had a special place in your heart.

you tell the interviewer you like enhypen, but you especially like heeseung and how well his vocals sound.

as expected, engenes saw this clip and decided to keep mentioning it in heeseung's weverse live

heeseung watches the video and his heart lowkey does a little skip because not only are you extremely attractive calling him talented, but he listened to a lot of your music and thought you were super talented as well

he ends up reaching out to you through a private instagram trusting you wouldn't expose him

and you guys click and decide to collaborate and release something on soundcloud

fans lowkey went insane over this

because of the collab you and heeseung got super close with one another and eventually it led to a real relationship

and fans were loving it

rest of the members under the cut!

박종성 ' park jay

he was just scrolling through tiktok when he sees a clip of you at one of your interviews

you were an actor/actress

he literally loves all your shows and movies

lowkey you're his celebrity crush

no wonder you're popping up on his fyp

but anyways, in the interview the host is asking you what your favorite genre of music is

you tell them you like everything, but especially kpop and a group called enhypen

free promo for enha???

jay literally fans girls over this and runs to tell everyone in enhypen

they boys go on weverse live and sunoo spills the tea on how jay was fangirling over the clip of you talking about them

engenes and your fans tag you in the clip of them talking about you and your each out to them

since you were in seoul for an event, you met up with them and made a tiktok with him

jay literally fell in love when you stepped into the building no cap

you guys exchanged numbers, and eventually one thing led to another

심재윤 ' sim jake

you're a famous choreographer

everyone knew you for your dancing skills and always constantly literally ALWAYS covering intense dances

you were on instagram live one day when a fan asked you if you could cover a kpop song

you began talking about how you love kpop and the dances are so well done

an engene pops into chat and asks you to dance a part of bite me

while you're learning the dance you take a break and talk about all the members and how well they dance

you specifically talk about jake considering he's your bias, you mention jake and engenes clipped that shit and obviously posted it all over social media

not too long later, like a few days, jake sees the clip cus engenes keep talking about some y/n person on his live

he literally gets mesmerized by your dancing skills and talks about how you're as good if not better than riki LMFAO

since you were based in seoul that year because you were working for a company to help compose dances, you received a dm from enhypen asking if you'd like to come film the duo dance in bite me with jake

fans were lowkey jealous because they never did a duo challenge, it was always the come here and get some part and never the it's you and me in this world

so when they saw you doing the couples dance with jake they immediately thought something was up

except there was nothing up, but you and jake grew super close, and he lowkey caught feelings for you ???

박성훈 ' park sunghoon

let's be real

you're a fellow ice skater

everyone knew you as you brought home the gold

and sunghono always watched you, definitely one of his favorite ice skaters (even if you're not from south korea)

he talked about you in one of his lives but you didn't even know that tbh because you don't even be on social media

but at one of the olympic conferences, an interviewer asks you about your favorite kpop groups

you tell them you really love enhypen, and you used to watch sunghoon on the ice, you mention how good he is and he could totally compete in the olympics

engenes blow this up because the praise you're giving sunghoon is such high praise, an olympic gold winner, PRAISING SUNGHOON?

sunghoon sees the clip and he mentions it during his live and he begins to talk about his past ice skating career

you joined his live because you saw it pop up on your phone and you see him talking about you as well and how good you are

you leave a comment and fans are literally like omg y/n is in chat

sunghoon's face literally turns into a tomato he's so shy and embarrassed about it

you end up private messaging him after his live, and he's so happy

you guys ended up talking for like the whole night, and from there you guys became texting buddies eventually meeting up to become more than buddies fr!

김선우 ' kim sunoo

you're a singer ofc

and sunoo literally loves you

definitely you are one of his favorite artists

everyone knew this, he always talked about your songs or played them in his lives

so when you mentioned him in your instagram live

bro literally when crazy

WHEN YOU TAGGED ENHYPEN ON TWITTER???? TALKING ABOUT STREAM BITE ME

SUNOO LITERALLY 1?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

HE PM'D YOU ON TWITTER SO QUICK AND WAS LIKE "let's make a tiktok when you're in the country :)"

you were on tour, and luckily seoul was your last stop and your next stop

sunoo went to your tour, ofc you allowed him backstage access and made a tiktok with him

bro was fangirling so hard

you guys exchanged numbers and you loved his energy so much as he also loved yours

you guys became super close, strangers to mutuals to friends to best friends to lovers trope. LMFAO

양정원 ' yang jungwon

as the leader jungwon knows everything

so when he was on youtube looking for something

he saw you on his timeline

something titled "y/n talks about their favorite albums" and a picture of the dark blood album was there

he watched the video

you were pretty famous because of youtube and you were known internationally

jungwon didn't watch you often, but he did enjoy your content, so ofc he watched this video

when you mentioned him and how he's such a mature and respectable leader he wanted to cry

literally loves being appreciated and seeing someone like you appreciate him

ugh bro fell for you through a screen

he talked about you in his live and you were literally watching because your fans kept tagging you and telling you to download reverse and watch his live LMFAO

you went on live on instagram and began to talk about how you saw jungwon's live and how you reached out to make maybe a video with them or just him because your channel was lacking content and he seemed like such a lovable person

they literally got back to you within days because jungwon kept asking about it

you guys did a tiktok challenge together and filmed a video, and the fans kept clipping cute moments between you guys

you guys grew close because of the filming, and eventually jungwon admitted how much he admired you and how he wishes maybe you'd be his s/o....!?!?!?!?!

西村力 ' nishimura riki

bro is literally watching your instagram

he's such a big fan of you

of your art??? bro your art style, immaculate

he's such a big art person and not a lot of people really see that since he's never talking about art

in the background he sees your watching his stupid video when he's painting at that place

bro literally runs to one of his hyung's and tells them and shows them the video in the background

you mention the video and how you think it's cool riki is left handed and really talented, since it's a common myth that left handed people are way more creative than the right handed people (which is debunked, but let's pretend its true!)

a few days later when riki goes on live he talks about seeing your live

and fans clip it and start tagging you because they think it's cool you guys are a fan of eachother

lowkey you blush because he's ur bias helllllloooo

you guys end up messaging each other privately and become super close

you meet up one day and obviously grow closer

maybe closer to the point he's your man fr

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