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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMY LIPS DON'T LIE,ㅤ보이넥스트도어

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― my pretty lips are only for you.

𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ TWOTHOUSAND&FOURHUNDRED / fluff , down bad bnd ᵔᵕᵔ suggestive , kissing ⸝⸝ ❪ CLiCKFORMORE ❫

ALTERNATIVELY ──── first kiss with them.

myung jaehyun.

jaehyun keeps psyching himself out. he wants to kiss you—god, he wants to—but every time he even thinks about it, his heart starts racing, his hands get clammy, and he ends up chickening out. he tells himself he’ll do it next time. next time. always next time.

but then one day, you're sitting next to him, completely unaware of the internal chaos he's going through. he's absentmindedly playing with your hair, running his fingers through it as you flip through a book, your focus entirely on the pages. and jaehyun—jaehyun is completely focused on you.

he doesn’t even register the question you just asked him until you turn to him with the softest expression, waiting for his response. and that’s it. his brain just goes static.

"can i kiss you?"

he blurts it out before he can stop himself, and before you can even process the words—before he can process them—he panics and kisses your cheek instead.

you blink at him, confused. it’s not that it’s unusual—jaehyun is an affectionate person, always has been. but something about the way he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact, ears turning red, tells you that wasn’t what he meant to do.

he groans, hiding his face in his hands. "wait, that’s not—ugh, never mind."

you can’t help but giggle, reaching over to tug his hands away from his face. "it's fine," you say, amused, and your smile is so warm, so sweet, that it completely undoes him.

before he can second-guess himself, he kisses you.

this time, he doesn’t hesitate. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, while the other stays tangled in your hair, holding you close. he kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, like he’s making up for all the times he wanted to but didn’t. and it’s soft, but sure—like a weight lifting off his chest, like everything has finally clicked into place.

when he pulls back, he’s grinning—completely, utterly lovesick. his face is warm, just like yours, and he feels so, so giddy at the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

"cute," he murmurs, and before you can even think of responding, he starts pressing kisses all over your face. your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your temple—everywhere.

"jaehyun—" you try to protest, laughing as you push at his shoulders.

"nope." he kisses the corner of your lips next, grinning against your skin. "this is your life now."

park sungho.

sungho has been holding back for so long. he’s been waiting for the right moment, for the perfect excuse, but you’re just… effortlessly cute all the time, and he’s running out of patience. every laugh, every glance, every small touch has been chipping away at his resolve, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.

then one day, while walking together, you playfully bump into him with a little smirk, teasing, “oops, my bad.”

and something in him just snaps.

"okay, that’s it."

before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. his lips crash against yours—quick, firm, like he’s been dying to do this for ages. there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure instinct. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your skin as he tilts his head, pressing deeper, more insistent.

it’s all so sudden that your breath catches in your throat. but then the shock melts away, replaced by warmth, by the way he’s holding you like you’re something precious, by the way his lips move against yours like he never wants to stop.

when he finally pulls back, it’s just enough to look at you, to take in your dazed expression, the slight part of your lips like you’re still processing what just happened. he smirks—smug, triumphant, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. “should’ve done that sooner.”

and just when you think it’s over, he dips back in—slower this time, softer, like he’s savoring it. like he’s making up for lost time.

lee riwoo.

you and riwoo had been lying side by side, scrolling through tiktoks on your phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows over his face. every now and then, one of you would break into quiet laughter, making playful comments about whatever ridiculous video popped up next. it was comfortable, easy—just like always.

but then, in the middle of laughing at some cat video, you turned to say something to riwoo, only to realize how close the two of you were. his face was just inches away, his dark eyes meeting yours. you noticed it. he noticed it. but neither of you said a thing.

riwoo’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. he didn’t hesitate—just leaned in, soft and slow, like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. his lips brushed against yours, barely there at first, testing, before he pressed in just a little deeper. his hand found your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek as he kissed you, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

when he pulled away, he didn’t move far. his gaze flickered over your face, taking in the warmth blooming on your cheeks, your slightly parted lips, the way your breath hitched like you were still processing what had just happened. something about the sight made his heart squeeze.

so he leaned in again.

this time, his hands settled on either side of you, caging you in as his lips met yours again—firmer, more certain. the kiss was still gentle, but there was something else there now, something deeper, like he was savoring the way you felt against him. when he finally pulled back, his breathing was slightly uneven, and so was yours.

riwoo, still hovering over you, took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing a featherlight kiss against your palm. his lips curved against your skin, a little shy, a little giddy. neither of you spoke, but when he settled back beside you, he draped an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the two of you went back to watching tiktoks, but there was no ignoring the way your lips tingled, the way riwoo’s fingers traced soft patterns against your arm.

and when the next video made you both laugh, you caught him biting back a smile—not because of the video, but because of you.

han taesan.

taesan was so obvious—from the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips to the way he pretended to stretch just to drape his arm around your shoulder. you’d asked him more than once if he was okay, but he just waved it off with a shrug, refusing to meet your eyes for too long.

he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so shy. he’d spent countless nights thinking about this, imagining how it would go—how he'd pull you close, how effortlessly smooth it would be—but now, sitting this close to you, all that confidence had disappeared.

meanwhile, you were completely unaware—just chatting away about your favorite artist’s new album, your childhood dog, anything that crossed your mind. and taesan, instead of listening, was too busy staring at your lips, heart racing at the thought of finally closing the distance.

his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. he swallowed. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in—just close enough for you to catch your breath, for your words to falter.

his lips brushed against yours—soft, fleeting. barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. you froze mid-sentence, your eyes widening slightly as he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.

when he found none, he moved in again. this time, he lingered. slow, deliberate. his lips pressed against yours more firmly, warm and sure, savoring the way you melted into him.

and then he did it again.

and again.

each time he pulled away, his grin grew wider, more playful, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you. he was teasing now—pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then another, barely holding back a chuckle when you huffed in frustration.

finally, he tilted his head in mock consideration before swooping in once more, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss—one that left no room for doubt. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your sides as he pulled you flush against him, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. he let out a small hum, voice laced with amusement.

“just making sure,” he teased, eyes twinkling, “that first one wasn’t a fluke.”

kim leehan.

leehan had been staring at you with a dazed expression for far too long. you noticed it, and judging by the way his ears were turning pink, he knew you noticed it too.

you poked his cheek, amused. “what’s up?”

he blinked, startled. “n-nothing.”

liar.

you tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you sure?”

leehan swallowed—visibly. his gaze darted away, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to do something but was too nervous to act on it. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he finally moved.

he leaned in—eyes fluttering shut, lips barely brushing against yours, soft and hesitant. his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your arms. the kiss was fleeting, nothing more than a whisper of contact before he pulled away too quickly.

but when he saw your expression—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise—something inside him melted.

the rush of warmth, of relief, pushed him forward before he could think twice. his hands cupped your face with gentle urgency, pulling you back in as he kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t so fleeting. it was still soft—leehan had never been anything but gentle with you—but there was something new in the way his lips lingered against yours, like he wanted to hold onto the feeling for just a little longer.

his thumbs traced over your skin, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of you. and when you responded—when you kissed him back just as softly, just as sure—he sighed against your lips, something tender uncoiling in his chest.

he pulled back only slightly, enough to search your face, his own breath uneven. his lips were curled into a small, bashful smile he couldn’t quite hide. his fingers brushed over your cheek, his gaze warm, a little dazed.

then, in a moment of unguarded fondness, he ducked his head and kissed the tip of your nose, a soft laugh escaping him when he felt you stiffen in surprise.

his own cheeks burned, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “i like that. a lot,” he murmured.

and then he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to rest at your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips slotting against yours with a newfound confidence. he kissed you like he couldn’t quite get over the sweet taste of your lips, like he didn’t want to. each brush of his lips grew a little bolder, a little more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

when he finally pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding against his ribs. and yet, even as he tried to catch his breath, his arms stayed locked around you, his forehead resting against yours.

he laughed, breathless, eyes shining. “i really, really like that.”

kim woonhak.

the day was just like any other, as normal as ever. you were hanging out with woonhak, having planned to do your homework together—though that plan had been abandoned a while ago. he had a ball in hand, lazily throwing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound for the past fifteen minutes, while you were lost in your own world, doodling absentmindedly in the back of your notebook.

but woonhak got bored quickly. you noticed the shift when he set the ball aside, his fingers drumming against his thigh, his lips pressed together like he was debating something in his head. his gaze flickered to you every few seconds, thoughtful, unreadable.

and then,just as you were about to ask what was on his mind, he just did it.

no hesitation, no warning—his hands found your face, warm and gentle, as he leaned in and kissed you.

it was soft but certain, like he'd made up his mind in an instant and didn’t want to give himself the chance to second-guess it. his lips molded against yours, slow and warm, lingering for just a beat longer than expected before he pulled away. his large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs tracing over your skin as his eyes flickered over your face, taking in your wide-eyed, dazed expression.

but instead of teasing you for it, he just smiled—small at first, then wider, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.

there was no shyness, no uncertainty—just quiet comfort, the kind that made it so easy for him to touch you, to want you. like he had never even considered being nervous around you in the first place.

and then—just when you thought it was over—he dipped back in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. then another on your temple. soft, affectionate, each one lingering a little longer than the last. you barely had time to recover before he tilted your chin up and stole another kiss from your lips, quick and playful, like he was testing the waters.

but when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned in just the slightest—he kissed you again. slower this time. deeper. his hands smoothed down your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between you, his lips moving against yours,like he wanted to memorize the way your lips felt against his.

when he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little uneven, but the grin he wore was lazy, pleased.

his voice was impossibly fond as he murmured, “yeah,” pulling you in until you were against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “definitely gonna need more of those.”

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eunandonly · 24 days ago

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BOYNEXTDOOR AS DIFFERENT ROMANCE TROPES

the different genres of romance between you and boynextdoor

( 対 ) boynextdoor x fem. reader 1247WC · so many different genres contains! skinship, mild swearing, cringe shit, terrible trope names / archive

은: i'm finally back after 589393 lightyears with a new boynextdoor fic ^^ i hope you guys enjoy!! since i'm here, i would like to remind you guys to not believe everything you see on the internet and that quick assumptions and accusations will cause regret in the future. let's always be kind instead of spreading hate ♡

myung jaehyun : playboy

cherry lollipops, smudged lipstick on his collar, lazy smirks, fingers tracing circles on your wrist

jaehyun is used to attention- he's practically bathing in it every single day. girls clamour for his gaze, hanging onto every teasing smirk, every lazy remark that drips with effortless charm. he plays his part well; never giving too much attention, always keeping them wanting more. one week he has a cute cheerleader clinging onto his arm and the next he has the school president walking by his side.

but with you, the game doesn't work.

you roll your eyes at every flirty thing he says, scoff at his cocky smirks, and call him out on his lazy drawl. it should annoy him, but it doesn't. and when he realises he doesn't want to play the game anymore, it hits him hard in the stomach.

the chase isn't about winning. really, it's about you.

one night, he leans in with his familiar grin, expecting you to push him away as usual. but you don't. instead, you meet his eyes, unbothered, and say, "if you're just playing, don't bother."

for the first time, jaehyun's speechless. he knows the truth, he knows that he doesn't want to play anymore, not with you.

park sungho : bodyguard romance

tension filled silence in the car, pulling you behind him without a thought, "stop doing stupid shit"

park sungho doesn't do stupid shit like romance. he's not paid to participate in whatever cliché, sappy things you see on the tv. he's paid to protect, to stay by your side no matter what and make sure you don't wind up stalked, injured or dead.

but you make the job so very difficult. always refusing to listen, constantly putting him into situations that make him heart race for all the wrong reasons.

park sungho doesn't do romance.

"stop doing stupid stuff," sungho mutters for the hundredth time, grabbing your wrist to pull you back from the crowd. you huff, yanking free, but you don't move away. the closeness between you two is suffocating, but neither of you step back.

sungho knows he shouldn't let his guard down, shouldn't let himself feeling anything beyond duty.

it's just a job.

so why is it starting to sound like he's gaslighting himself?

lee sanghyuk : unspoken love

lingering glances in crowded rooms, love letters never sent, late night walks, almost confessions

there are words left unsaid between you an riwoo, filling every silence, every stolen glance. you've been friends forever- so close yet so incredibly far. he memorises how you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're nervous, the way your voice gets softer when you're tired. but he never says anything, never lets those feelings spill past the walls. but still, he wonders if you notice the way his gaze lingers a second too long to be normal, the way his breath catches when you laugh.

maybe you do, maybe you don't.

the words are always at the tip of riwoo's tongue, threatening to spill out, but he manages to swallow them and keep quiet. even now, sitting next to you on the sofa of the dimly lit living room as you watch a movie. riwoo isn't focused on whatever that's playing on the screen. he's focused on you.

riwoo compensates lost words with silent care. his hands finds yours in busy streets, opens the doors for you, remembers your favourite snacks and buys them for you even when you don't ask.

riwoo likes to think that you're just waiting for him to speak first.

he will. one day.

han dongmin : academic rivals to lovers

scribbled insults on margins of papers, stolen glances over textbooks, clicking pens in silence, “admit it, you like me” whispered against your ear

taesan really, really, really wishes that you would just disappear.

he's always been the best- top of every leaderboard, fastest on track, the one teachers nod approvingly at when the test scores go up. he thrives on competition because, until now, he's never really had any.

then you show up.

scholarship kid, plucked straight out of your public school and into private after your all-hundreds on this year's exams. suddenly, taesan's name isn't the only one at the top of rankings. suddenly, there's someone who walks into class with the same cocky, unshakable confidence, someone who meets his gaze with a smug smirk when grades are posted. you sit in his usual spot in the library, take his record in the physics competition.

taesan hates you. really he does.

but he hates even more that when you lean over his desk to throw a snarky remark at him, his heart races. he hates that he noticed the way your eyes light up when you solve a question before him, or the way his brain short circuits when your shoulder brushes against his in the crowded corridors. he hates how he can't deny how pretty you are.

taesan really, really hates that he might not really hate you at all.

kim donghyun : soulmates

the scent of home every time you’re near, deja vu, nostalgia, a warmth in his chest he can’t explain, blurry memories

leehan doesn't believe in fate. why would he? he believes in reality, in the tangible, in the things he can see and touch. love is just a series of chemical reactions, and the idea of soulmates- of invisible red strings tying two people together- has always seemed like something out of a children's storybook.

but then there's you. you, who appeared in his life out of nowhere. when and where and how, leehan can't really place. it feels like you've been around forever and for no time at all at the same time. you, who seem to understand him without words, who always knows when something's wrong before he even says it. leehan catches himself staring at the way your fingers brush against his when you two walk side by side, at the way your laughter sounds like a memory he can't quite place.

"it feels like we've met before," you say once, absentmindedly.

leehan freezes. because he's felt that too, that strange pull in his chest, the whisper of something inevitable. and suddenly, fate doesn't seem so impossible anymore.

"yeah, maybe we have."

kim woonhak : love at first sight

stammered compliments, heart racing, pink cheeks, “can i—uh—i mean, do you wanna—never mind.”

it's over for woonhak from the first time he sees you. from the second he lays his eyes on you, his brain short circuits, he talkers faster than he can think, and he's grinning like an idiot without even realising.

he's hopelessly, embarrassingly obvious about his big, fat crush on you.

everyone sees it. you see it, which is new, since you're pretty oblivious about stuff like this. the way woonhak stumbles over his words when you're around, the way his ears turn red when you tease him.

you think woonhak's cute. woonhak thinks he's done for.

"you're staring again," you point out one day, laughing. woonhak panics, eyes darting everywhere but you.

“wha-what? no, no, i was just, uh, thinking! yeah, thinking,”

you raise and eyebrow at him, and woonhak buries his face in his hands with a groan, face pink. he’s messed up. again.

“you’re so obvious,” you say, shaking your head at him.

woonhak just grins, ears burning. yeah, he is obvious. hopelessly, shamelessly so.

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hancorys · 1 month ago

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k.lh — language of quiet hearts

genre: slowburn, fluff, sort of crack, comfort, strangers to lovers pairing: leehan x afab!reader wc: 9.5k warning: long-ass narrative and romance pace (bcs i’m a sucker for slowburn), aespa, belle and bonedo mentioned. FISHES mentioned!! lots of them, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind mentioned, my never ending “to be loved is to be known” mantra listen: ligaw — moonstar88 ft. chito miranda, love. — wte, bad — wte, sa bawat sandali — amiel sol, romcom — rob daniel, balisong — rivermaya, valentine — laufey

“welcome to the broadcasting club! we are pleased to have you here!”

a guy with a bright, almost too enthusiastic smile greets you the moment you step into the journalism headquarters. his voice carries an undeniable warmth, as if he’s been waiting all day just for your arrival. jaehyun—that’s his name. at least, that's what you remember from the posters.

the room hums with a quiet energy, papers rustling, low voices exchanging thoughts, the soft clicking of keyboards filling the spaces in between. the air smells faintly of old books, freshly brewed coffee, and the unmistakable scent of ink from the scattered printouts on the desks.

this is your first day at the broadcasting club. you had been enticed by one of their posters pinned outside your classroom, the words practically calling out to you—

“want a peaceful environment? join the broadcasting club now!”

peaceful, huh? looking at the head president in front of you, you're beginning to think otherwise. jaehyun radiates energy, the kind that makes you wonder if he’s ever known a moment of stillness in his life.

“uh… where do i sign?” you ask, shifting slightly on your feet.

jaehyun tilts his head. “sign what?”

“for the membership,” you clarify, fingers fidgeting at the hem of your sleeve, as if grounding yourself will somehow make the nerves dissipate.

“oh! right!” his sudden exclamation startles you slightly, making you stiffen for a brief second before you let out a soft chuckle, trying to mask your embarrassment.

he grins, unfazed, before motioning for you to follow. as he guides you further into the headquarters, your gaze flits around, taking in the space, committing the details to memory.

the room is a blend of organized chaos—papers stacked in precarious piles, sticky notes clinging desperately to the edges of computer screens, bookshelves lined with past publications and reference materials. a group of students huddle over a laptop in one corner, their quiet murmurs blending into the background noise. across the room, another group chats animatedly, their laughter breaking through the otherwise mellow atmosphere.

but then, your eyes land on him.

a guy stands near the farthest desk, his posture relaxed yet focused. his fingers move effortlessly over the buttons of a sleek camera, adjusting the settings with practiced ease. strands of dark hair fall slightly over his forehead, catching the soft glow of the overhead lights. he doesn’t seem aware of the world around him, completely immersed in whatever he's doing.

his brows knit together as he checks the camera screen, lips slightly parted in concentration. you wonder what he sees through the lens—what kind of stories he captures, what moments he finds worthy enough to frame.

your gaze lingers for a second longer before you shake yourself out of it. you’ve barely been here for five minutes, and you're already getting distracted.

straightening your posture, you let out a quiet breath before returning your attention to jaehyun, who’s still talking about the club’s activities. but even as you listen, your thoughts briefly wander back to the boy with the camera.

for the whole day, you barely did anything related to broadcasting. no writing, no editing—just a long, hellish day of socializing.

it’s not that you hate people. they’re not necessarily annoying, and you don’t think you’re above conversation. but being around too many of them at once? exhausting. overwhelming. you’ve always preferred the quiet that comes with staying in your own bubble, away from the small talk and forced interactions.

but today, jaehyun had other plans for you. he made sure to drag you from one conversation to another, introducing you to every single person in the club, making sure you weren’t left standing in a corner by yourself. you were drowning in introductions, nodding and smiling so much your cheeks started to hurt. you had exchanged pleasantries, laughed at jokes you barely understood, and answered the same questions over and over—“what made you join the club?” “how do you like it so far?” “do you write news or more on the features side?”

by the time the day was coming to an end, all you wanted was to sink into the nearest chair and disappear.

“before we end today’s agenda, please gather up here,” jaehyun calls out, motioning everyone to the giant couch in the middle of the room.

the members shuffle around, some grabbing last-minute snacks, others dragging chairs closer. you, on the other hand, are just about ready to bolt out the door, but before you can even think about it, jaehyun’s eyes land on you.

“y/n, come up front.”

you freeze.

slowly, hesitantly, you step forward, hands clasped together in an attempt to steady yourself. socializing was one thing, but standing in front of a room full of strangers, being introduced like some kind of special guest? you weren’t prepared for this.

jaehyun, ever the extrovert, beams as he gestures toward you. “everyone, meet y/n! she’s our new writer, so be nice.”

a small round of polite applause follows, along with a few smiles and waves from the group. you manage a shy bow, offering a soft “hello” as your eyes flicker from face to face.

jaehyun, ever the diligent host, takes it upon himself to introduce you to the people you hadn't formally met yet. he points first to a pair sitting close together—

“this is belle and taesan, our main radio announcers. they basically run the shows.”

belle gives you a friendly nod, while taesan grins and throws up a peace sign.

“woonhak and sungho—our sports feature writers. they’re also on the soccer team, so expect a lot of game recaps from them.”

the two boys flash matching smiles, exuding the kind of effortless confidence that only athletes seem to have.

“riwoo, our editorial writer. he basically keeps us from writing complete garbage.”

riwoo snorts at that, shaking his head as he offers you a knowing smile.

more names are thrown your way—ningning, winter, yuna, daehwi—all of them waving, all of them welcoming. the list seems never-ending, and you nod along, trying your best to commit at least a few of them to memory.

and then, finally, jaehyun points toward the last member.

your gaze follows his gesture until it lands on him.

“that’s leehan, our official photographer.��

he’s still where you last saw him, camera hanging around his neck, fingers lightly tapping against its frame. unlike the others, he doesn’t offer a wave or a smile. instead, he lifts his head just enough to glance at you. it’s brief—so brief you almost miss it—before he gives a small, polite bow and returns his attention to his camera.

“in this room full of extroverts, he’s an alien,” jaehyun murmurs, leaning toward you with a smirk.

you blink, tilting your head slightly. “why?”

jaehyun hums, crossing his arms. “he’s actually an extrovert by nature, but let’s just say… communication isn’t his strong suit.”

you glance back at leehan. he’s adjusting the settings on his camera now, looking through the viewfinder with a quiet kind of focus.

he doesn’t seem unfriendly. just… distant.

reserved.

like he exists just a little outside of the circle, never quite stepping in.

jaehyun chuckles, shaking his head. “he’s not as intimidating as he looks. he just sucks at talking to people.”

you nod slowly, gaze lingering on leehan for a moment longer. there’s something about him that piques your curiosity. maybe it’s the way he carries himself, the way he seems so immersed in his own world, separate from the lively chaos of the club.

or maybe it’s just the fact that, out of everyone you’ve met today, he’s the only one who hasn’t said a single word to you.

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after the long and exhausting day of forced socializing, all you wanted was to go home, collapse onto your bed, and let the silence wash over you.

but, as luck would have it, the universe had other plans.

as soon as you step out into the parking lot, a sharp plop lands on your cheek. then another on your shoulder. before you can even register what’s happening, the sky opens up, and the rain comes down in heavy sheets, soaking the pavement in seconds.

shit.

you mutter a curse under your breath and break into a sprint, making a beeline for the nearest waiting shed. the cold raindrops cling to your skin, drenching your sleeves, your hair, the hem of your jeans. by the time you reach cover, you’re damp and shivering, rubbing your arms as you let out a tired sigh.

you shake the excess water from your hands, watching the rain crash against the asphalt. it’s relentless, the kind of downpour that could last for hours.

you exhale sharply. great. guess i’m stuck here.

as you wring out the sleeve of your jacket, you feel it—a light tap on your shoulder.

at first, you think it’s just a stray raindrop. you ignore it.

but then it happens again.

tap, tap, tap.

three soft, deliberate taps.

you turn around, eyebrows furrowing.

leehan.

he stands just behind you, his posture relaxed, a large blue umbrella held out in his hand.

you tilt your head, confused.

his expression remains unreadable, eyes flickering to yours before he nudges the umbrella toward you, silently insisting.

you blink.

he nudges it again.

hesitantly, you reach out, your fingers brushing against the smooth handle as you take it from him. the weight of it feels oddly significant, like an unspoken gesture heavier than words.

before you can even thank him, leehan has already moved.

he tugs his black marshall iv headphones back over his ears, slipping them into place as if retreating into his own world. then, in one swift motion, he pulls the hood of his jacket up and steps out into the rain.

you watch, stunned, as he takes off in a light jog, hands shoved into his pockets, head slightly ducked. he doesn’t even bother running properly—just moves at a leisurely pace, as if the rain isn’t drenching him head to toe. his free hand lifts above his head, fingers spread as if shielding himself from the downpour.

as if that’s going to make a difference.

you scoff, shaking your head.

so, he’s leehan.

quiet. distant. unreadable. but unexpectedly thoughtful.

you look down at the umbrella in your hands, running your fingers over the fabric. it’s slightly worn, the handle warm from where he held it.

a small, almost amused smile tugs at your lips.

maybe today wasn’t all bad.

---

when everyone in the club loved to chat or do anything that a typical extrovert would do, you’d find yourself slumped on the worn-out sofa in the farthest corner of the journalism office, tucked away from the noise. the room was always bustling with energy—voices overlapping, laughter echoing off the walls, the faint hum of computers in the background. yet, in your little corner, it felt like the world was muted, and you found comfort in that.

it’s been a week since you joined the broadcasting club, and you were surprised at how much you were enjoying it. their slogan promised a peaceful atmosphere, and while that wasn’t entirely accurate—there was always some level of chaos—it was still the perfect place to escape without affecting your class schedule. the best part? you could stay inside the broadcasting headquarters as long as you liked, surrounded by shelves crammed with old tapes, stacks of forgotten scripts, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. it felt like a secret sanctuary, and you were slowly getting attached to it.

you were curled up on the sofa, legs folded beneath you as you held a haruki murakami book, fingers lightly gripping a pen that danced along the pages as you scribbled little notes in the margins. the words on the paper seemed to blur at times as your mind wandered, losing focus just to drift back with a renewed curiosity. occasionally, you’d lift your gaze, letting your imagination fill the room, painting scenes inspired by the story in your head.

your eyes drifted to the water dispenser, the hum of the cooling unit blending into the background noise. and that’s when you saw him—leehan, standing by the dispenser, his hair slightly tousled, fingers tapping impatiently against his cup as he waited for the water to fill.

the blue umbrella.

shit. you forgot his umbrella, and it’s been a week since that rainy day when you borrowed it. you pressed your palm to your forehead, feeling the embarrassment flood in. you promised yourself right then—you’d definitely bring it tomorrow. no more excuses.

the next morning, you arrived at the broadcasting headquarters earlier than usual, the blue umbrella clutched tightly in your hand. the sky outside was still a soft gray, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. inside, the familiar hum of equipment and faint chatter greeted you. a few early birds were already scattered around, their sleepy good mornings exchanged as you made your way through the room. your eyes instinctively searched for him, and you didn’t have to look far.

leehan was at the coffee table, a book in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other, his posture relaxed as his eyes skimmed over the pages. the soft glow from the window cast a golden hue on his face, and for a moment, you stood frozen, unsure of what to say—or if you should say anything at all.

you approached him quietly, your footsteps light against the worn floorboards. when you were standing in front of him, you didn’t bother with words. instead, you gently tapped his shoulder, just like he did that day when he handed you the umbrella without a single word. his eyes flicked up, widening in surprise as they met yours.

before he could say anything, you held out the umbrella, your fingers brushing his for the briefest moment before you quickly pulled away. his lips parted, as if to say something, but you were already turning on your heels, leaving the room before he could respond. you didn’t even know why you were rushing, heart pounding as you disappeared down the hallway.

and yet, no matter how far you tried to run, you couldn’t escape the fact that leehan was everywhere. it started to feel like he was haunting you, always showing up in the same places, always close but never speaking. like now, for example.

you were curled up in your favorite corner, the ancient sofa sagging beneath your weight as you tapped your pen against the pages of your notebook. you’d been staring at the same sentence for what felt like an eternity, words tangled in your mind, refusing to form coherent thoughts. but your distraction wasn’t just because of writer’s block.

across the room, leehan was there, again. his camera rested in his hands, fingers absentmindedly adjusting the lens. he wasn’t taking any pictures, just fiddling with the settings, eyes occasionally flicking up before quickly looking away. you wondered if he knew you noticed. if he realized how obvious he was.

this wasn’t the first time.

last week, you were in the library, wedged between two dusty shelves, lost in an old poetry book. the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows created a soothing melody, and you were fully immersed in the words until a faint presence disrupted your peace. you looked up, and there he was—one aisle over, his eyes skimming book titles, fingers trailing along the spines without actually pulling any out. you turned a page. he turned a page. you sighed and scribbled a note. he shifted his weight, adjusting the strap of his camera bag. it was almost like you were synced, even though neither of you said a word.

then there was that time at the coffee station, a cramped little corner of the student center where people squeezed past each other with hurried apologies. you were pouring cream into your cup, watching the swirling white cloud mix with the coffee’s dark brown. you felt him before you saw him—standing just behind you, close enough for you to feel his presence, but not close enough to touch.

you didn’t turn around. you didn’t have to. you moved aside, and he stepped forward, reaching for a sugar packet. his movements were slow, deliberate, the crinkle of the packet tearing breaking the silence between you. you knew he liked exactly one sugar in his coffee because you had seen him do this before, every time you ran into him here. he stirred his cup slowly, his eyes never meeting yours, but his presence was heavy, lingering in the air long after you walked away.

and now, once again, he was here, in the broadcasting headquarters, across from you with his camera in hand. neither of you spoke. the silence felt heavy, charged with something unspoken, the distance between you feeling smaller than it actually was. you wondered if he knew how many times you noticed him. if he realized that he was becoming a constant in your day, an unspoken presence that you were starting to expect.

leehan’s gaze shifted, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before he looked back at his camera, his fingers continuing to fiddle with the lens. you quickly looked away, pretending to be lost in your notebook again, the pen tapping against the paper as your heart raced.

---

the quietness with the both you started shifting when he saw you at the couch, sitting during one break, reading one of the books he was into—fishes.

slowly, leehan approached, standing near the arm of the couch, his fingers tightening slightly around the strap of his camera bag.

“t-that’s a cool book.” he said just enough for you to hear.

“yes, i love reading this every now and then,” you blinked.

“you… like fishes?” he looked just as surprised as you felt, like he hadn’t really planned on speaking.

for a second, you only stared at each other. then, you nodded and smiled.

“i have some,” you murmured, voice quieter than the bustling room around you.

his eyebrows lifted slightly. “some?”

you hesitated, then closed the book halfway, your fingers still keeping your place. “i have six. a small tank in my apartment.”

leehan blinked, and then, before he could stop himself, he sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

“what kind?”

there was something about the way he asked, like he actually cared about the answer. you shifted slightly, feeling the couch dip with his added weight.

“a mix… two bettas, a couple of neon tetras, and some corydoras.”

leehan exhaled, a soft, amused sound that almost resembled a laugh. “you really know your fish.”

you shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “i just think they’re interesting.”

“you have fish, too?”

leehan leaned back slightly, nodding. “yeah… a planted tank. mostly rasboras and shrimp.”

for the first time, the quiet between you wasn’t just comfortable—it was expectant, like something unspoken had shifted.

“how do you keep shrimp alive?” you asked after a moment, genuinely curious. “mine never last longer than a few weeks.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s all about the water parameters. i can show you sometime if you want.”

it was a simple offer, but it felt bigger than that.

you nodded, tucking your legs under you. “i’d like that.”

and just like that, the conversation flowed.

for hours, you talked. about fish, about aquariums, about the best water conditions and tank setups.

leehan was in awe.

he had never talked this much before. never felt this comfortable.

since that day, something quietly shifted between you and leehan.

it wasn’t sudden, nothing dramatic. just subtle changes—small, unspoken gestures that gradually became routine.

like how he’d now linger near the couch during breaks, pretending to scroll through his camera or fiddle with his lenses, when you both knew he was waiting for you to sit down and talk.

and you did. you always did.

at first, it was just about fish. he’d bring books with colorful covers, filled with illustrations of vibrant aquatic life, and you’d pour over the pages together, sharing your thoughts, comparing notes.

once, he showed up with a tiny container. fish food.

“try it,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

you crinkled your nose. “are you crazy?”

“it’s not that bad,” he argued, leaning back against the couch with a casual shrug. “just a little salty.”

you stared at the container, hesitating. “you’ve tried it before?”

his lips curved into a small, almost playful smile. “curiosity got the best of me.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i’ll pass.”

he just grinned, tucking the container back into his bag. “suit yourself. give some for your fishes though.”

it wasn’t always about fish, though. sometimes, it was about journalism.

he’d ask about your writing—your ideas, your process, what you wanted to bring to the broadcasting club. you’d stumble over your words at first, unused to someone showing such genuine interest. but leehan was patient, his quiet encouragement coaxing you out of your shell.

one afternoon, he found you struggling with an article, your laptop open and your fingers frozen above the keyboard.

“stuck?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

you exhaled, leaning back with a groan. “i don’t know how to start this.”

leehan glanced at the screen, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in closer. “just write the first thing that comes to mind. you can always edit it later.”

“easy for you to say,” you muttered. “you’re just clicking a button. i have to actually make sense.”

he rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched with amusement. “you think photography is that easy?”

you shrugged, teasing. “pretty much.”

he shot you a mock glare, then grabbed his camera, holding it out to you. “here. let’s see you take a decent shot then.”

you hesitated, fingers brushing against the cold metal. “i don’t know how to use this.”

“i’ll teach you.”

and he did.

he showed you how to adjust the settings, how to find the right angle, how to capture light and shadow. his voice was patient, his hands occasionally guiding yours, his touch warm and careful.

you ended up taking a picture of a half-empty cup of coffee, the light from the window hitting it just right. it was a terrible shot, the focus all wrong, the composition awkward.

but leehan looked at it like it was something special.

“not bad,” he said softly. “you’ve got an eye for this.”

you tried to ignore the way his words made your heart flutter.

then there was the day he showed you his portfolio.

“it’s nothing special,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed, as he handed you his tablet.

you started scrolling, taking in shot after shot—landscapes drenched in golden light, candid moments of laughter, the vibrant energy of city streets. his photos were alive, bursting with emotion and movement.

“leehan,” you breathed, eyes wide with awe. “these are... incredible.”

he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “thanks.”

then you saw it.

you almost scrolled past it, but something made you stop. it was a shot of the broadcasting club room, sunlight filtering through the window, the warm glow wrapping around a familiar figure.

you.

your profile turned to the side, a small, thoughtful smile playing on your lips as you scribbled something in your notebook. your hair fell gently over your shoulder, your expression soft and serene.

your heart skipped a beat. “w-when did you take this?”

leehan froze. his eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “oh... uh... that... i was just testing the lighting, and you were there, and...” he trailed off, clearly flustered. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he looked away, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

you tried to keep your voice steady, tried to ignore the heat creeping up your own cheeks. “it’s... a good shot.”

he glanced at you, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to gauge your reaction. “really?”

you nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “yeah. you’re really good at this.”

for a second, he just stared at you, his expression softening, his shoulders relaxing. then he looked away, his ears tinged red. “thanks...”

after that, things changed—just a little.

he started showing you more of his photos, and sometimes, you’d catch glimpses of yourself in them. blurry, candid shots. nothing posed, nothing intentional. just stolen moments.

you never asked why. and he never explained.

but slowly, leehan’s presence became a constant in your life.

he’d seek you out during breaks, sitting across from you at the couch, sometimes talking, sometimes just existing quietly beside you.

other times, you’d find him standing outside the broadcasting club room, his hands tucked in his pockets, waiting for you without saying a word. you’d walk out together, your footsteps falling in sync, a comfortable silence wrapping around you both.

and then there were the little things.

like the way he’d slide over an extra bottle of water when he noticed yours was empty. or how he’d subtly adjust the window blinds so the sunlight wouldn’t glare on your laptop screen.

or how he’d hold out his hand when you were struggling with carrying too many things at once, his fingers brushing against yours just for a second before he took the burden off your hands.

you never talked about these moments. never addressed the way his gaze would linger a little too long, or how your heart would race whenever he was close.

it was slow, a delicate dance of stolen glances and soft smiles, of shared silences and unspoken words.

but somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, you and leehan were getting closer.

---

what you had with leehan wasn’t loud. it didn’t demand attention, didn’t clamor to be seen or heard. it was quiet, gentle, almost delicate in its existence. but it was yours.

it started as something small. something almost insignificant.

maybe it was the way your eyes flickered to the door more often than they should, a subtle glance that betrayed the anticipation curling in your stomach. you weren’t waiting for him, not really. but some part of you hoped. hoped that, maybe, leehan would show up, like he always did.

and then, like clockwork, the door creaked open.

your head lifted before you could stop yourself, heart skipping just a little when you saw him step inside. he was balancing a cup of fruit in one hand, a fork in the other, a piece of pineapple poised between his lips. his hair was slightly tousled, like he had run his fingers through it on his way over, and his eyes crinkled as they met yours.

he waved, the motion casual, easy. “hey,” he mumbled around the fruit before quickly chewing and swallowing.

you tried to fight the smile threatening to break free but failed miserably. “hey.”

he walked over, dropping his camera bag onto the chair with a soft thud, the familiar scent of his perfume trailing behind him. it was subtle, a delicate blend of something fresh and slightly woody, tinged with a sweetness that lingered in the air long after he had settled into his seat.

you tried not to notice. you really did.

but it was getting harder.

especially when you started noticing... everything.

like how he always had that cup of fruit with him. pineapple, melon, sometimes apple slices. you weren’t sure why it stood out to you, but it did. maybe it was because of the way he ate, with a sort of quiet focus, his eyes fixed on the cup, his brows drawing together just slightly. or maybe it was the way his lips would curve upwards every time he tasted something particularly sweet.

you’d never paid much attention to it before, but now it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world.

you filed the thought away, only for it to be replaced by something else.

like the way his voice dipped lower when he spoke in hushed tones, the words wrapping around you softly, lingering in the air long after he’d finished speaking. it was calming, a gentle rhythm that soothed even the most restless parts of you.

or the way he tilted his head when he listened, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that made you feel like the most important person in the room. he didn’t just hear you; he listened. truly listened. and somehow, that meant everything.

and then there were the little things, the ones that shouldn’t have mattered but did.

the mole in his neck, peeking out from the collar of his shirt. you weren’t even sure why your eyes kept drifting there, but they did, tracing the shape absently, memorizing the way it stood out against his skin.

or the way he laughed. soft and breathy, like he was trying to hold it back. but when something was really funny, his laugh would break free, louder, more genuine, and he’d immediately cover his face with his hand, his shoulders shaking with embarrassment. you found yourself wanting to hear that laugh more often, wanting to be the reason for it.

you didn’t realize you were staring until he looked up, his eyes meeting yours.

“what?” he asked, a curious smile playing at his lips.

you blinked, heat flooding your cheeks. “nothing,” you mumbled, quickly looking down at your notebook, pretending to be engrossed in whatever you were scribbling.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shrug, going back to his fruit, his foot lightly tapping against the leg of your chair.

and just like that, the world felt a little more grounded.

you didn’t know when it happened—when the quiet presence of leehan became something you looked forward to, something you anticipated without even realizing it. but it did.

because it wasn’t just the moments filled with conversation or laughter that you found yourself craving. it was the silences, too. the ones that stretched comfortably between you, where no words were needed because his presence was enough.

sometimes, you’d both be working on different things, the only sound in the room the soft clicking of keys or the scratch of a pen against paper. yet, you felt more at ease in those moments than you ever did surrounded by noise.

and it was strange—how easily he had slipped into your life, into your routine. how his presence felt natural, like he belonged there, across from you, his fruit cup balanced precariously on his knee as he scrolled through photos on his camera.

you didn’t question it. you were too afraid of what the answer might be.

so you let it be. let yourself notice the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, or the way his fingers drummed absently against the table when he was lost in thought.

let yourself memorize the subtle curve of his smile, the warmth in his gaze whenever he looked at you.

---

leehan had always been observant.

it was something his friends teased him about constantly, claiming he paid too much attention to things that didn’t matter. but to him, the small things did matter. they were what made up the fabric of his world, the tiny details that others overlooked but he found himself lingering on, almost obsessively.

like how the jaehyun, the club president always spun a pen between his fingers when he was deep in thought, his brows knitting together as he tried to piece together the next news segment.

or how the lights in the broadcast room flickered ever so slightly every few minutes, a barely noticeable glitch that seemed to go unnoticed by everyone but him. or how taesan would doodle absentmindedly in the margins of his notebook, his sketches chaotic but oddly charming. or how woonhak had this habit of humming under his breath whenever he was editing videos, the soft tune weaving through the air like a whisper.

leehan noticed all of it. every little thing.

but most of all, he noticed you.

he noticed how you always sat in the same spot on the worn-out couch, legs tucked under you, your body curled in a way that made you look smaller, softer. how you’d have a cup of coffee within reach, the steam curling upwards, and a piece of bread in your hand, nibbling on it absentmindedly as you reviewed scripts or edited recordings.

he noticed how your brows would furrow when you were focused, your nose scrunching just a little, and how your lips would part ever so slightly when you were deep in thought. he noticed how you’d occasionally hum under your breath, a quiet melody that you probably didn’t even realize you were singing.

he noticed the way your hair would fall messily over your face, how you’d push it back absentmindedly, fingers brushing against your cheek with a sort of careless grace that made his chest tighten. he noticed how your eyes would light up when you laughed, the way your shoulders would relax, your entire body leaning into the joy as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.

and he noticed the way his heart would stutter every single time.

leehan wanted to talk to you from the very first time he saw you.

it was the first day of the semester, and you had walked into the broadcast room, shoulders slightly hunched as if you were trying to make yourself smaller. you were wearing a faded sweatshirt, the sleeves too long and frayed at the edges, your hair a little messy, like you had rushed out the door without bothering to fix it. you had looked around the room, your gaze flickering nervously before settling on the couch, where you had sat down, curling into yourself like you were trying to disappear.

and that was when it happened.

his heart did this strange, stupid little flip, a fluttering that made him feel lightheaded and dizzy. he didn’t understand it, didn’t know why his chest suddenly felt tight or why his palms were getting clammy. all he knew was that he couldn’t look away.

he wanted to say something, anything, but his throat closed up, the words dying on his tongue. he wasn’t good with people—never had been. talking to someone new was hard enough, but talking to you felt impossible. because you were beautiful. painfully so. and that terrified him.

so he did nothing.

instead, he watched. quietly, carefully, from the corner of the room, his eyes drifting back to you every few seconds, his heart beating a little faster each time.

“dude, you’re staring again,” taesan muttered beside him, his voice low enough that no one else would hear. “it’s getting creepy.”

leehan tore his gaze away, heat rushing to his cheeks. “i’m not staring.”

taesan rolled his eyes. “right. and i’m practically your best friend, dude.” he nudged leehan’s shoulder, a teasing grin on his face. “just go talk to her already.”

“i can’t,” leehan mumbled, his eyes unconsciously drifting back to you. “i... i wouldn’t know what to say.”

“just say hi,” woonhak chimed in, leaning back in his chair. “it’s not rocket science.”

leehan’s stomach twisted at the thought. just the idea of walking up to you, of saying something and potentially making a fool of himself... it was enough to make his palms sweat.

“i’ll just... i’ll just wait,” he muttered, sinking lower in his seat. “for the right moment.”

taesan sighed. “you’ve been waiting for the right moment for months, dude. at this rate, you’ll graduate before you even say hi.”

leehan didn’t respond. because taesan was right. he had been waiting.

and waiting.

but the moment never came.

so he watched instead. and he noticed.

he noticed how you always showed up early, at least fifteen minutes before the rest of the team. how you’d settle into your spot on the couch, sipping your coffee slowly, your shoulders visibly relaxing as the room remained quiet and empty.

he noticed how you always brought a piece of bread, usually something simple—plain toast, a croissant, sometimes a muffin. you’d nibble on it absentmindedly, your eyes fixed on the papers in front of you, occasionally brushing crumbs off your lap.

he noticed how your handwriting was neat but slanted, the letters curving gracefully across the page. how you always underlined your titles twice, the lines perfectly straight, no ruler needed.

he noticed the way you laughed—soft, melodic, the kind of laugh that made his chest feel warm and tight all at once. how you’d cover your mouth when you laughed too hard, your shoulders shaking, eyes crinkling at the corners.

and he noticed how his heart would ache every single time.

“you’re hopeless,” taesan said one day, watching as leehan’s gaze followed you across the room.

leehan sighed, his shoulders slumping. “i know.”

“just talk to her, man,” taesan pressed. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“everything,” leehan muttered.

at this point, his friends had stopped listening.

but he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t stop noticing you, couldn’t stop wanting to be near you, to talk to you, to make you laugh. he couldn’t stop his heart from racing every time you looked his way, even if it was just for a second.

he couldn’t stop the way his chest tightened when he saw you smile, or the way his mind would go blank whenever you were close enough for him to catch the faint scent of your shampoo.

he couldn’t stop falling for you, even if you didn’t have a clue.

but then one day, everything changed.

it was break time, and leehan was heading toward the coffee station when he saw you.

sitting on the couch.

with his book.

well, not his book, but the book. the national geographic book about fishes. the one he had practically lived in as a kid, flipping through the pages until he had every fish species memorized.

his breath hitched. his hands clenched. his mind went into overdrive.

she likes that book? does that mean she likes fishes? what if it’s just random? what if—

he caught himself before spiraling. no. he needed to act normal. he needed to breathe.

step. step. breathe.

before he could fully comprehend it, he was standing right in front of you. close enough to see the delicate curve of your eyelashes, the way your fingers gently held the pages.

his lips parted, his voice coming out shakier than he wanted. “t-that’s a cool book.” just loud enough for you to hear.

you looked up.

oh. oh god.

leehan swore his heart stopped. just for a moment, he saw the gates of heaven when your eyes met. there was a pause, long enough for the world to blur around the edges, leaving only you in perfect focus.

“yes, i love reading this every now and then,” you blinked, looking up at him through those impossibly pretty eyes.

his mind went blank. completely, utterly blank. then, somehow, words tumbled out. “you… like fishes?” he sounded as stunned as he felt, like his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

you stared at him, and he could feel his pulse racing, each beat echoing in his chest. then, you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips.

“i have some,” you said softly, your voice delicate, almost shy.

leehan’s heart did a weird little flip. “some?”

you hesitated, closing the book halfway but keeping your fingers in place. “i have six. a small tank in my apartment.”

leehan’s eyes widened, and before he could stop himself, he sat down on the other end of the couch. he needed to be closer, needed to hear more.

“what kind?”

his voice was soft, almost reverent, like he was asking about something sacred. because to him, it was. you were.

you shifted, and leehan felt the slight dip of the couch, felt the warmth of your presence. “a mix… two bettas, a couple of neon tetras, and some corydoras.”

he let out a breath, a sound that was almost a laugh, his heart feeling light in a way he didn’t know it could. “you really know your fish.”

you shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “i just think they’re interesting.”

god, he wanted to bottle that smile and keep it forever.

“you have fish, too?”

leehan leaned back just enough to look at you fully, his eyes taking in every detail. “yeah… a planted tank. mostly rasboras and shrimp.”

your eyes sparkled with curiosity. “how do you keep shrimp alive? mine never last longer than a few weeks.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s all about the water parameters. i can show you sometime if you want.”

the words were out before he could think, hanging in the air between you. he held his breath, waiting, hoping.

your eyes softened, your lips curving into that gentle smile again. “i’d like that.”

leehan felt his heart swell, warmth spreading through his chest. he could’ve floated right off that couch.

and then, as if some invisible barrier had shattered, the conversation flowed. effortlessly, beautifully.

you talked about fish, about aquariums, about water conditions and tank setups. your voice was like music, your laughter light and airy, filling every corner of his heart.

he was completely, utterly captivated.

leehan couldn’t believe how easy it was, how natural it felt. he had never talked this much before, never felt this comfortable. but with you, words just came.

he was falling. hard. and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

not that he wanted to.

---

“hey, are you listening?” you snapped him back to reality. stopping him from literally reliving the past mid-conversation.

he stared at you, and blinked, heat rushing to his cheeks. had he been staring? he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “y-yeah, of course. i still think the joel and clementine deserved a second or third chance...”

you have been talking about movies for the past hours and it's just so that you got to talking about eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

you laughed, and the sound was so soft, so genuine, that it made his heart skip. “we moved past that like five minutes ago.”

“oh,” he mumbled, feeling utterly stupid. “right… yeah, i knew that.” you shook your head, amused.

“you’re kind of weird, you know that?”

“yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, a sheepish smile forming. “i get that a lot.” he expected you to laugh again, to make another teasing remark, but instead, your expression softened.

“it’s… kind of cute.”

leehan’s heart stopped.

did you just call him cute?

he replayed the words in his head, over and over, trying to convince himself he hadn’t imagined it. the way you looked at him, eyes warm and gentle, the smallest smile on your lips—he was sure he was dreaming.

“w-what?” he stammered, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched. he cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. “i mean… really?”

you shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but the slight pink on your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. “yeah, in a weird, clueless kind of way.”

“oh.” his heart was racing, pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. “well… thanks, i guess?”

you smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds, warm and dazzling. “you’re welcome.”

leehan swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of the tiny space between you on the couch. he could feel the warmth radiating from you, could smell the faint scent of your perfume. it was intoxicating.

“so… um,” he started, desperately searching for a topic to break the tension that had settled between you, but his mind was blank. “you, uh… you never told me who your favorite character was.”

you looked at him, surprised. “from eternal sunshine?”

he nodded, grateful his voice didn’t crack. “yeah. you said you liked the movie, but you never said why.”

you tilted your head, your eyes drifting to the ceiling as you thought. “i think… i think it’s joel. he’s awkward and complicated, and he overthinks everything. but he feels everything so deeply, even when he tries not to.”

leehan’s breath caught. it was like you were describing him.

he wanted to say something, to tell you how much he understood, how he also overthought everything, how he was feeling everything so intensely right now it almost hurt. but the words wouldn’t come.

“what about you?” you asked, your voice gentle. “who’s your favorite?”

he looked at you, his chest tightening. “joel,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. “definitely joel.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the air was thick with something unspoken, something electric. leehan could feel his heart racing, his palms growing sweaty.

then you looked away, breaking the spell. “yeah… he’s great.”

leehan swallowed, realizing he had been holding his breath. he let it out slowly, trying to calm the storm inside him.

you leaned back against the couch, eyes drifting to the book he let you borrow, resting on your lap. “you really know a lot about fish,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the spine absentmindedly. “i never would’ve guessed.”

leehan smiled, his heart fluttering at the way you said it, like you were genuinely curious. “yeah… it was kind of my whole life growing up. i used to spend hours reading about them, watching documentaries… i even had this imaginary aquarium business when i was a kid.”

you laughed, the sound bright and warm, and leehan felt his chest tighten. “really?”

he nodded, his cheeks flushing. “yeah… i’d make these little paper tanks and pretend to sell them to my stuffed animals.”

you laughed even harder, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “that’s… that’s adorable.”

adorable.

his heart skipped. he wanted to hear you say it again, wanted to make you laugh like that a thousand more times.

he looked away, his face burning. “yeah, well… i was a weird kid.”

“i think that’s sweet,” you said softly, your voice gentle. “you were passionate, even then.”

leehan’s heart thudded in his chest. how were you doing this to him? how were you turning his most embarrassing childhood stories into something beautiful?

“i… i guess so,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

you smiled, your eyes lingering on him a moment longer before you looked down at the book. “you know, i’ve had this book for years, but i never really understood half of what’s in here. maybe… maybe you could teach me sometime?”

leehan’s eyes widened, his heart leaping. “r-really? i mean, yeah! yeah, i’d love to.”

“cool,” you said, your smile soft, almost shy. “i’d like that.”

leehan felt his heart swell, warmth flooding his chest. he wanted to memorize this moment, to etch every detail into his mind. the way your hair fell softly over your shoulder, the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him, the way you said you wanted to spend more time with him.

he fell. hard. he fell so bad he swore that you could hear his heart beating maniacally because of you.

---

it was a saturday morning, lazy morning for the whole broadcasting club, and you? you have other plans to spend this lazy saturday.

you found him in the broadcasting room, hunched over the soundboard with his brows furrowed, headphones around his neck. his fingers moved expertly over the controls, adjusting levels with a focused determination that made your heart skip.

you hesitated at the door, gripping the edges of your notebook, your palms clammy. asking him to watch a documentary shouldn’t be this hard, right? it was just… a documentary. about fishes. something you figured he’d like. nothing weird about that.

so why were your hands shaking?

“you gonna stand there all day?”

you jumped, heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked up to see taesan leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his lips. his eyes sparkled with mischief, like he knew exactly why you were hesitating.

“i-i was just…” you stammered, struggling to come up with an excuse, but taesan only raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

“leehan’s in there, you know.” he jerked his head towards the room. “and he’s been staring at that soundboard for the past hour. pretty sure he could use a distraction.”

your heart fluttered at the thought, and before you could second-guess yourself, you took a deep breath and walked inside.

leehan looked up at the sound of the door, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you. “oh… hey.”

“h-hi.” you cursed yourself for stuttering. get it together. “i… um… i wanted to ask you something.”

his eyebrows lifted, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “yeah?”

you opened your mouth, the words on the tip of your tongue, but they refused to come out. your mind went blank, and all you could do was stand there, staring at him like an idiot.

leehan shifted, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks. “is… is something wrong?”

“no! no, nothing’s wrong,” you blurted, heat flooding your face. “i just… um…” you looked down, your fingers twisting nervously. “i found this documentary. about fishes. and… and i thought… maybe… you’d want to watch it… with me?”

there. you did it. you actually did it.

the silence that followed was deafening. you forced yourself to look up, panic bubbling in your chest when you saw the way his eyes widened, his lips parted in shock.

oh god. this was a mistake. this was a huge mistake. you shouldn’t have asked. you should’ve just watched it by yourself—

“i-i mean, you don’t have to,” you rushed to add, waving your hands frantically. “it’s totally fine if you’re busy or not interested or—”

“no!” his voice came out louder than intended, his eyes widening in horror at his own outburst. he cleared his throat, his shoulders hunching as he looked down, his fingers fidgeting. “i… i mean… i’d like to. watch it. with you. i… i’d like that a lot.”

your heart skipped, hope flaring in your chest. “really?”

he looked up, his eyes softening as he nodded. “yeah. it sounds… fun.”

a smile spread across your lips before you could stop it, relief washing over you. “o-okay. great. um… during break time, then?”

“yeah.” his lips curved into a small, shy smile, his fingers fiddling with the headphone cord. “during break.”

you nodded, your heart pounding. “okay. cool. um… see you then.”

“y-yeah.” his eyes lingered on you as you turned to leave, and you swore you could feel his gaze on your back long after you walked out.

the moment you were out of sight, you leaned against the wall, your knees weak. did that… did that just happen? did he really say yes?

“well, that was cute.”

you jumped, whipping around to see jaehyun leaning against the lockers, arms crossed and an infuriatingly smug grin on his face.

taesan stood next to him, his own smirk firmly in place. “didn’t know watching fish could be so romantic,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

your face burned. “shut up,” you muttered, hugging your notebook to your chest as you tried to walk past them, but they blocked your path, their grins widening.

“honestly, it was painful to watch,” jaehyun drawled, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “i almost went in there myself just to ask him for you.”

“good thing you didn’t,” taesan added, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i was enjoying the show.”

you glared at them, but they only laughed, clearly amused by your embarrassment. “you guys are the worst.”

“maybe,” taesan admitted, shrugging, “but at least we’re not the ones hopelessly crushing on leehan.”

your jaw dropped, heat rushing to your face. “i-i’m not—”

“sure, you’re not,” jaehyun said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “and leehan totally wasn’t staring at you like a lovesick puppy the entire time you were in there.”

you froze, your heart lurching. “h-he was…?”

jaehyun’s grin widened. “yep. absolutely whipped.”

taesan chuckled, crossing his arms. “you two are so obvious, it’s painful.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. because deep down, a part of you hoped they were right.

---

the room was quiet, save for the hum of the old tv and the soft narration of the documentary. the dim light from the screen cast a gentle glow on your face, illuminating the spark of excitement in your eyes.

leehan couldn’t look away. he was supposed to be watching the documentary—supposed to be fascinated by the vibrant corals and the graceful dance of the fishes—but all he could see was you.

you leaned forward, eyes wide with wonder as the camera followed a school of angelfish gliding through the water. “look at that,” you whispered, your voice tinged with awe. “they’re so beautiful.”

leehan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “yeah… beautiful.”

he wasn’t talking about the fish.

your shoulder brushed against his as you shifted closer, and his breath hitched. the contact was barely there, just the slightest touch, but it sent electricity down his spine. he fought the urge to lean in, to close the distance between you, to feel your warmth against him.

his fingers twitched, ghosting over yours. he wondered what would happen if he took your hand, if he dared to intertwine his fingers with yours. would you pull away? would you look at him with that soft, curious smile? would you let him hold on, just for a little while?

his heart raced at the thought, his chest tightening painfully.

he didn’t dare.

“you’re quiet today,” you murmured, turning to look at him. your face was so close, your eyes searching his. “are you… are you okay?”

leehan blinked, realizing he had been staring. heat rushed to his cheeks, and he quickly looked away, eyes glued to the screen. “y-yeah. just… just focused on the documentary.”

you tilted your head, studying him. “you must really like this, huh?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “i… i like watching it with you.”

the words slipped out before he could stop them. his eyes widened, his heart freezing in his chest. he dared a glance at you, panicking when he saw the way your eyes widened.

but then, slowly, a smile spread across your lips. “me too,” you whispered, your voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it. “i like watching this with you, too.”

his heart skipped, his breath catching in his throat. was this real? were you really looking at him like that, your eyes warm and gentle, your lips curved into that beautiful smile?

he was dreaming. he had to be dreaming.

the documentary continued, the narrator’s voice droning on about coral reefs and marine ecosystems, but leehan couldn’t focus. not when you were this close, not when he could feel your shoulder brushing against his, your warmth seeping into him.

you shifted, your head tilting to rest against his shoulder, your hair brushing his neck. he froze, his entire body going rigid.

you were leaning on him. your head was on his shoulder.

he didn’t dare move. he barely dared to breathe.

he could feel his heart pounding, his pulse racing as he slowly turned his head, eyes wide as he looked down at you. your eyes were still fixed on the screen, a peaceful smile on your lips, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside him.

he wanted to stay like this forever.

“you know,” you murmured, your voice soft, “i think this is my favorite documentary.”

he smiled, his heart swelling with warmth. “yeah… me too.”

he had watched this documentary a hundred times, knew every line by heart, but this was the first time it felt so special. because he was watching it with you.

your fingers twitched, brushing against his. it was barely a touch, just the lightest graze, but it sent his heart spiraling.

he looked down, his breath catching as he watched your fingers, so close to his own. his heart raced, his mind screaming at him to just reach out, to take your hand, to hold on.

his fingers moved, slowly, hesitantly, until they were resting against yours, his pinky brushing against your own.

you didn’t pull away.

leehan’s heart stopped.

your fingers curled, just the slightest bit, brushing against his. it was so subtle, so delicate, but it was enough.

he looked at you, his eyes wide, his heart in his throat. you didn’t look at him, your gaze still fixed on the screen, but there was a soft smile on your lips, so small he almost missed it.

his heart pounded, his chest tightening painfully. he wanted to say something, to tell you how much this meant to him, how much you meant to him, but the words wouldn’t come.

so he stayed silent, his fingers brushing against yours, his heart racing.

and as the documentary continued, as the narrator’s voice filled the room, leehan knew he was completely, hopelessly, undeniably in love.

and for now, this was enough.

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୨⎯ "attention" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🌟:*﹤smut w plot, sub!leehan, edging, riding, exhib+voy themes, reader fem anat, piv sex, flawed characteristics, bit of a scent thing going on / wc: 4.7k / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

leehan wants your eyes on him, but you've been so focused on work, leaving early and coming home late. he knows it's important, that you have to finish your project by the deadline, but he can't help but feel a little selfish about your time when you've rarely spoken to him in the past two weeks. he's barely even seen you, always falling asleep despite trying to stay up when you come home, and he's getting antsy missing your company.

you're sliding out of bed after only being home for five hours. he’d startled awake when you came in, but you were too tired to talk, too tired to change before collapsing on the bed.

he’d changed you himself, gently wiping your makeup off and massaging lotion into your skin, then held you close to him as you caught up on much-needed rest. he wakes up when he feels your body heat leave his side, and groans as he watches with foggy eyes as you disappear into the bathroom.

“don’t go to work. stay here with me,” he begs sweetly when you come back out. you consider it, he can see it on your face, but you ultimately shake your head.

“i can’t, baby. gotta get this project done, then i’ll be all yours, m’kay?” he pouts, but it doesn’t last long because you kiss it away and ruffle his already messed up hair. within minutes, you’re out the door.

leehan sulks in bed for a little longer, wishing he could make you pay attention to him. it feels like the only time you’re actually looking at him, thinking about him, is when the two of you are intimate with each other. it’s hard to find time in two busy schedules, but during those rare moments, it’s just you and him; the world around the two of you doesn’t exist anymore.

he’s so warm and safe in bed and the only thing that would make it better is if you were here with him, tangled up in the sheets and wasting the day away. he thinks about your soft skin and how sweet it smells, how warm your touch is when he’s lucky enough to be blessed with it, blessed by your gentle eyes and kind words when they’re focused only on him and spoken just for him to hear.

his hand is traveling under his waistband without hesitation, and thoughts of you clutter his mind as he wraps his palm around his length. he tries to mimic the way you squeeze his base and flick your thumb over his slit, tries to imagine it’s your pretty hands touching him this way. it's not long before stars are dancing behind his eyelids and he’s grunting out into the silent room.

you never want him to cum the first time around, and almost always pull away when he’s on the edge. he’s so used to the denial, to the feeling of his orgasm slipping out of his grasp that it just feels natural when he pulls his hand away from his cock. he sucks in a breath at the way it twitches and sees you, hears you in his imagination, saying, “good boy, aren’t you so well-trained?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the burning hot need coursing through his veins, and an idea forms in his head. he knows he shouldn’t, but it should be fine, right? just a voice message showing you how much he misses you. you wouldn’t get upset with him for that, surely.

he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens you guys’ text messages. he spends another four seconds convincing himself this is a good idea. then he’s grabbing his cock again, pulling all the tricks to put him on the verge of tipping over. when he feels close, he presses the “record a message” button beside the text bar.

at first, it’s just shy little moans as he complains about how much he misses you, how much better it would feel if you were here. then, they turn into desperate, raspy gasps as he pushes himself over the edge. the audio recording sends the second he releases the button, and he can’t unsend it, so he accepts his choices and waits to hear what you have to say.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

the answer is absolutely nothing. you don’t respond to or address the audio recording at all, aside from a smirk and a “did you have fun today?” that you throw his way when you walk through the front door.

he continues doing it, messages ranging from more audio recordings to photos of his stomach painted white, and usually you’ll kiss him, ruffle up his hand, call his “little treats” cute, make more promises to help him out when you’ve met your deadline.

he knows your work is important, but although guilt claws at him for it, leehan still feels a bit hurt that you didn’t take his complaints to heart, just assumed it was another one of his trivial games.

leehan can play games, and when you hole yourself up in the bedroom to type away at your laptop, he realizes that he will. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your attention.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

you finally have a day off, and have decided you’d like to spend part of it at the mall looking through new arrivals. leehan’s not big on shopping, so he just follows you around and occasionally gets distracted by fish merch.

you’ve stepped away at least four times to take phone calls from your coworkers, and you guys have only been at the mall for an hour and a half. when lunchtime rolls around, you excuse yourself again to answer a call from your boss, leaving leehan alone to pick at his food in disinterest.

“um, hi. are you busy?” a feminine voice says. the girl has to stand directly in leehan’s line of sight for him to realize she’s talking to him. when he looks up at her, she smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“can i help you?”

“no! well, yes. i…was just wondering if i could have your phone number. i saw you standing alone earlier…” the girl’s voice fades out as leehan peeps your approaching figure in the distance, and the gears in his head turn with another (probably bad) idea.

“...alone again here in the food court, so i thought i should take the chance.”

leehan didn’t hear most of what she said, but he can tell when someone’s interested in him, and he can play along.

he flashes the girl a charming smile, dimples and all, and nods along to whatever she’s rambling about. she’s cute enough, and seems like a nice girl, but leehan’s real focus is entirely on you as you watch the scene. he watches you as best as he can from his peripheral, but never takes his eyes off the girl in front of him.

“is that…alright?” she says, looking at leehan with wide, hopeful eyes. he pretends to consider whatever she asked, and holds a palm out for her to rest her hand in. her face gets even redder, and he kind of feels bad that he’s using her to get to you.

he’s about to tell her that he’s sorry to disappoint, and that he appreciates it, he really does, but he has a girlfriend. he doesn’t get a chance to say any of that when you come up behind him seemingly out of nowhere and tap him on the shoulder. the girl pulls her hand away from leehan’s and stands around awkwardly.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you ask. your arms are crossed and your eyes are locked on his, but not with the love and admiration he’s been longing for. his composure falters when he sees your expression, one that says he’s fucked up more than he knows.

“this girl came up to me and…” he trails off and gestures in the girl’s general direction.

“and?” you ask impatiently, but leehan doesn’t know how he was going to conclude that sentence. this girl came up to me and i pretended to be interested to get a rise out of you? he has a feeling that’s not going to support his case well. you turn away from him and to the girl behind him, causing him to turn around as well.

“you’ll have to excuse my idiot boyfriend. i’m sorry he wasted your time instead of just telling you he was taken.” the girl nods in understanding and tries to hide her disappointed pout. she accepts your handshake when you offer it and hurries off.

you shoot leehan another pissed glare, then dump your remaining food in the trash and walk out of the mall. he considers apologizing to the girl as well, but she’s already out of sight, so he trashes his own food and trails after you with a ball of shame sitting in his throat.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

to be honest, you scare leehan just a little, especially when he knows you’re angry with him but you’re not talking about it. he’d rather you just chew his head off and get it over with, just tell him how much of an inconsiderate dumbass he is. you don’t, so the guilt manifests and manifests until he feels like he might puke it up.

you lock the front door and hang up your coat, and the first thing you say to him in the last twenty minutes is “sit.”

leehan parks his ass on the couch immediately, and waits to hear whatever other command you might give him. he expects you to sit next to him, or on the armchair by the couch or even on his lap. he doesn’t expect you to sit right across from him on the coffee table. at least a minute passes full of you just staring at him, and the silence is killing him.

“baby–”

“shut up,” you say, and his mouth clamps shut. you stare at him for a few more seconds, poking your inner cheek with your tongue in thought. then, you shake your head and laugh in disbelief. leehan watches as you cross your arms over your chest, and tries not to flick his eyes down to the way your boobs are being pushed up. he may be sick with horniness and loneliness, but it’s really not the time.

“why are you acting like this, leehan?” it takes leehan a few seconds and a quirk of your eyebrow to realize you’re actually waiting for an answer, that you want him to speak now.

“what do you mean?” that’s his intelligent response. you scoff and roll your eyes.

“don’t act dense with me. you were flirting with that girl just so i’d see. i know when you’re acting out for attention, and that’s exactly what you’ve been doing this entire week.” leehan’s embarrassed at being caught so he shakes his head in denial, but it’s nowhere near convincing even to himself.

“no? you didn’t touch yourself and record it for me? didn’t send me photos of you covered in your own cum? didn’t flirt with a girl right in my face in a desperate attempt to get my attention?” leehan’s cheeks burn at the direct confrontation. hearing his actions out loud brings a fresh wave of shame over him, and he’s so ready to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“show me.”

leehan’s eyes fly wide open and he lets out a nervous chuckle. “w-what?”

“you wanted my attention so bad. now you have it,” you say with a bored expression. your eyes leave a trail of fire wherever they land on his skin. he has your attention, and has to think of a way to keep it.

“go ahead,” you command with a jerk of your head. your lips are turned down into a frown, and it’s so condescending, like you don’t even want to be here. leehan needs you to want to be here, and he’s nothing if not a performer. he lifts his hips and tugs his pants down to his thighs.

you make a noise, something between a hum and a coo, when he pulls his boxers down and his dick springs against his stomach.

“your little cock is hard, hannie.” he knows he’s not small, but your words are still humiliating, and still burn the need to impress you across his skin. “gonna show me how you fucked yourself when you were moaning into your phone?”

leehan’s hips buck against nothing, causing his member to slap against his stomach again, and his mouth falls open with a groan.

he does as you tell him, wrapping his hand around his cock like he’s been doing every morning for the past week, squeezing his base, flicking his tip, imagining it’s you, wishing it was you, but he doesn’t dare ask. instead he watches your facial expressions, how your lips curl up into a smirk when he’s close.

“stop,” you tell him, and he pulls his hand away without question. he would’ve been foolish to not expect the sensation of his orgasm floating farther and farther away from him. he tries to slow his breathing, tries not to lose his mind so early into this session.

“keep going.”

he continues his previous pace immediately, and his hips tremble when he tries to stop them from bucking up. his tip is a bit more sensitive when he brushes his thumb across it, and it takes less time for him to get close.

he strokes a bit faster, moans a bit louder. he has no idea how long you plan to keep him here, but he still anticipates the relief of falling off the edge.

“let go.”

leehan pulls his hand away from his cock and clutches the couch instead while willing his legs to stop shaking. he’s helpless to disobey you, but he groans as his orgasm escapes him a second time.

“hm…i dunno. something’s not right.” you tap a manicured nail against your chin in thought. he can never understand how you’re so composed in moments like this, like it’s a normal evening. if you’re turned on, you don’t show it, and it makes leehan flush with shame. “what do you think, baby boy?”

he huffs out a laugh at the question. how is he supposed to know? but you’re looking at him expectantly, so he scrambles to come up with something. “i mean– usually i’m, like, in bed, i guess. thinking about you, imagining you, smelling you…” god, don’t get him started on smelling you.

you hum thoughtfully and lift off of the table. in seconds, you’re hovering over him, flashing him a devious grin. your hips are so close to straddling his, and you slap his hand away when it reaches up to touch your waist. you hold yourself up by the back cushions with your arms on either side of his head. he’s trapped, and suddenly, everything else in the room is overshadowed by you.

“is that right? you think about all the dirty things you wanna do to me while getting off to the smell of my perfume?”

of course you’d know his weak spot. you’re so close to him and he thinks he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get to touch you. your perfume is invading his senses, and flaming hot desire coils in his abdomen. he squeezes his eyes shut to prevent them from rolling into his skull as his hips twitch into the air.

“touch yourself, hannie,” you say sweetly.

he takes a deep breath and grabs his cock again. he’s known to leak like a faucet, especially after meeting you, and his hand is covered in sticky white within the first few seconds of stroking himself.

he knows there’s raspy noises falling from his open mouth, but he can barely hear them over his heart pounding. the way you take over his brain is overwhelming and he can hardly think. your lips graze his neck, and the skin litters with goosebumps despite the hot air between the two of you.

if he opens his eyes, he’s got a face full of titties, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that despite every cell in his body telling him to look. he wants to be good for you and hold out until you give him permission to stop, but it feels so good that he’s speeding his hand up.

“ha– ah, fuck–” slick, sloppy sounds fill the room as he works himself to the edge for you.

“let go,” you whisper in his ear. his hand rips away from his cock and grips onto his thigh instead, getting it wet and gross with precum. it takes what feels like an eternity for him to back away from the precipice this time. fear runs his blood cold when he realizes he almost didn’t last.

he’s always good for you, can edge himself for as long as you'd like. he doesn’t know why he’s sensitive today, especially after spending a week beating it.

you pull your face out of his neck, and he slumps against the couch. you smile at the sight and caress his cheek. he melts into the touch, but you pull away to card through his tangled hair instead. you used the grip on his strands to tilt his head back so that he’s looking up at you.

“i do think you were louder that time. moaned just like you did in those recordings.” he opens his mouth to say something, but loses his train of thought when you plop down on his lap.

“fffuck–” he moans, voice all pathetic and high-pitched.

“stay still,” you warn when his hips buck into yours, and he tries so hard, but even the soft fabric of your skirt is too rough on his sensitive dick. he struggles to keep his eyes open, but he’d rather die than take them off of you, so he blinks through the tears pooling in his waterline. the action causes the tears to trickle down, and the air is cold against his wet cheeks.

you stay like that until his breaths are more even and he’s somewhat calmed down. he lets out a displeased noise when you lift off of him and sit back on the coffee table.

“c’mon, hannie. i’m not done with you yet. let me see.” you push his legs apart with your knee. he looks down with you, and the sight makes him burn with embarrassment. he’s leaking so much it’s soaking into the couch, and it’s another sight he has to squeeze his eyes shut to get away from.

“w-what, are you j-just gonna–” he swallows thickly, clears his throat, and tries again. “how long are you gonna make me do this?”

you tilt your head and smile at him like you aren’t melting his brain into goo. “however long it takes for you to learn your lesson.” leehan whines a little in protest.

“just wanted you to look at me, missed you so much.”

the look in your eyes softens and you lean forward to place a heartfelt kiss on his lips. “i missed you too, hannie. so. much,” you say, cupping his cheeks and pressing more gentle kissing around his face. “it was so hard to focus at work when you kept sending me those treats. but bad boys still have to take their punishments, yeah?” leehan sighs longingly and nods, resting his head against the back cushions, and reaching for his cock when you instruct him to start over.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

by the fifth denial, he’s a shaking mess, falling apart at the seams and only holding himself together by your command. he’s done for the second you flip your skirt up, slide your panties off, circle your clit right in front of him. you’re so close but so far, and he’s definitely losing his mind.

“please– n/n, let me…could fuck you so good,” he begs helplessly, deep voice strained and words stringing together. it’s the first time tonight you actually look interested in what’s happening, and he can’t figure out where to look–at your pretty face as you make yourself feel good, at the wetness leaking out of your pulsing heat, at the way your tits shake when you tug at your nipples. you’re biting your lip to keep quiet, keeping your pretty noises to yourself. leehan thinks that’s the cruelest part of this punishment.

his hips are fucking up into his hand in a sloppily, a stark contrast to his usually controlled thrusts. he’s not easy to turn into a mess, but you know him better than he knows himself. you know his limits, know that he won’t cum unless you tell him to, know how badly he needs your forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, just fuck me, please?” but you’re not looking at him. your eyes are focused on his cock drooling all over his legs, at the way it twitches when he’s close. your hips twitch, and your cunt drools on the table, and his mouth runs dry. he’s too delirious to figure out if your reactions are because of him, if he’s doing good for you.

“stop, pretty boy.”

his hand trembles as he pulls it away from his dick and flops it against the couch. he gasps harshly, heaves loudly, and more tears stream down his face as his hips chase friction that’s already gone.

his head is leaning against the back cushions and lolled to the side, but he’s still watching you touch yourself. his mouth hangs open from all of his pathetic begging, and there’s a thin trail of saliva pooling in his mouth and dribbling onto his t-shirt.

his eyelids are so heavy, but he watches brainlessly as you tease your opening, dip a finger into the heat. it comes back out drenched in creamy white, and he has to dig his nails into the cushion to stop himself from grabbing his dick without permission.

you pull your hands away from your body and straddle him again. he nearly goes cross-eyed when your bare cores touch. it’s so wet, and his entire body shivers with need.

“aw, hannie. look at me. tell me what you want.”

“mm, want– wanna taste you, wanna fuck you so bad.” you giggle, and he loses himself somewhere between your sparkly eyes and shiny lips.

“wanna taste me?” you reaffirm, and he nods dumbly. you straighten his head up and cup his cheeks between your fingers and thumb. you make him watch as you use your free hand to repeat the motions, gathering your wetness on your finger, pushing it through your opening and pulling it out.

you whimper out freely this time, and the sound is so pretty and sinful leehan wishes he could tattoo it on his brain, wishes he had recorded it so he can hear it again later. your hand forces his lips to pucker and his mouth to open, and you press your wet fingers onto his tongue.

leehan’s eyes roll again, and his eyebrows crease as the taste of you, the smell of you invades his senses. you always taste so good, so sweet to him.

his eyes focus on you again, but his vision clouds and his hips buck up against you. you slide against him so deliciously, but it’s over too soon when you slide your fingers out of his mouth and pry your hips away from his.

you wipe your wet fingers on his shirt and remind him to look at you, but he is already looking at you, has barely torn his eyes away from you in the last thirty minutes.

he’s completely awestruck, and maybe a little delirious when he swears he can see the faint halo hovering above your head. he tries to tell you how perfect, how much of an angel you are, but his words come out jumbled and unintelligible.

“do you have a color for me, baby?”

“mhm, fuck– green, n-need you so bad. ’m so sorry, p-please, you look so beautiful, t–”

you interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, and leehan’s convinced he would’ve been talking for the rest of his life if you hadn’t. he’s pretty sure he melts into a puddle of goo when your lips collide, yours so perfect and plush against his. any function his brain is still performing shuts down immediately, and you have to handle the kiss by yourself, because his lips are slack and useless against yours. there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you when you pull away from him.

“i think my pretty boy’s at his limit, hm?” you ask, and he doesn’t really know what you’re saying, but anything sounds good coming from you, so he nods and watches with his jaw on the floor as you stand up and pull your skirt off. you pull his shirt off as well, and you’re both bare and vulnerable but safe in your own world, just as leehan longed for.

you cup his cheeks again and hold his face so he can look up at you as you sink down on his cock, and the noise he makes when you bottom out is broken and pitiful even to his own ears. he knows he must look so fucked out and stupid, but you’re looking at him with so much love in your eyes that he’s sure he looks beautiful anyway.

you wrap around him so well, your cunt is so tight. it feels like he’d forgotten how it feels to be buried inside you, and to be experiencing it for the first time again has to be parallel to some sort of spiritual ascension. leehan doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he does know he’d spend an eternity here if you allowed it.

your hands move to grip his shoulders, and you make the most heavenly face of ecstasy leehan has ever seen. you lift your hips to slide him out, and bottom out again. your cunt’s sucking him in so greedily, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up.

“i’ll let you cum if you fuck me, pretty boy,” you say like you read his mind. you grab his lifeless hands and place them on your waist, then grip the back of the couch again. he gets the message clearly, holding you in place as he jerks into you. his thrusts aren’t coordinated at all, and it’s out of pure habit when he angles his hips to fuck right into your sweet spot.

“fuck yeah, hannie. that’s so good, you’re so good,” you moan out, and he uses strength he barely has to aim for that spot, to hear those words from you again. on a particularly hard thrust, your eyes flutter closed.

“look at me, n/n. please– look at me,” he begs, voice cracking, and when you do, your eyes are glossy, tears pulling in your waterline. it’s so hot, and finally, your attention is his, and he’s making you feel good, but he’s not gonna last like this.

“you fill me up so good, hannie. make me feel so good,” you say breathlessly, eyes locked on his. “gonna cum for me? gonna fill me up nicely?” and he’s nodding, pitiful whimpers falling from his lips, whatever you say.

you trail a hand up his abdomen, to his chest, and tug at his nipple. the rush of pleasure he feels is so intense that the knot in his stomach is fraying and snapping so quickly he can’t even warn you, but he tries through strangled gasps: “cumming, ‘m, fu–”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

it takes leehan a while to come back to earth. he’s so tired he can barely move, but you kiss him until his mind returns home. after asking if he’s okay five times and getting five verbal “yes’s,” you clean the two of you up and lead him to bed.

it’s still when he speaks again, eyes searching for yours in the dark room, “i really am sorry, y/n. i should’ve been more considerate. i respect your work so much, i just got so lonely…” you smile at him softly and reach a hand up to rub circles into his back.

“i’m sorry you were so lonely, hannie. i should’ve managed my time better, should’ve taken your feelings more seriously. from now on, i’ll keep work at work, and after my project, we can both take time off and go on a vacation. how’s that?”

“that’s perfect,” he says, and means it wholeheartedly, falling asleep with a smile of his own.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE LOL i reread it three times pls lmk if there r still typos <3

#i played no part in editing that leehan photo props to whoever made it #my warnings are literally never consistent it is not my fault i have adhd #i stayed up until 4 am writing this but it was worth every second #do u guys see the way im cranking out ffs like #i have many ideas and probably an overactive imagination #but hopefully i dont burn out i love writing ff </3 #i poured so many of my leehan hcs into this it was very fun #boynextdoor hard thoughts #boynextdoor hard hours #leehan hard thoughts #leehan hard hours #boynextdoor imagines #leehan imagines #boynextdoor smut #leehan smut #boynextdoor x reader #leehan x reader #fics: leehan 👽.ᐟ

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poemgyu · 2 months ago

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ㅡ stumbling back to you ( 한동민 )

ㅡ PAIRING: ex!taesan x fem!reader

ㅡ SYNOPSIS: ୨ৎ in which you show up at your ex's doorstep drunk

ㅡ GENRE: fluff, college au, getting you back trope

ㅡ WARNINGS: none??? mentions of drinking and alcohol, kisses and cuddling but nothing more than that

ㅡ A/N: this ended up being longer than i expected oopsies!!! anyways hope u guys enjoy this ᡣ𐭩

taesan has just gotten out of the shower, his previously wet hair now dry as he sets the towel down on the bathroom counter. he’s about to go lay in bed when he hears the doorbell ring. and another. and once more.

taesan looks at the digital clock on his nightstand and frowns. 12:30 AM. why would anyone show up here this late? he’s deep in thought when he hears a loud knock, and someone’s voice. a voice he recognizes particularly well. his eyes widen a bit, but then go back to normal. no it couldn’t be.

he shakes down his suspicions and calmly walks to the door. the person on the other side is still knocking. he sighs before opening the door and the surprise on his face is evident. “y/n?”

“taesannnnn!!!!” you say, stretching out the end of his name. taesan stares at your face. the face of his ex that he knows all too well, the face of the girl he’d broken up with just three months ago.

it’s obvious to him that you’re drunk. your pink cheeks, the way you just hiccuped, how you keep closing your eyes because you can’t keep them open, and the fact that you’re leaning on the person beside you for support—wait who’s the guy beside you?

the guy taesan had been eyeing with nothing but sheer hatred finally gets the hint and speaks up, “hey man, y/n wouldn’t tell me where she lives and this is where she told me to take her… sorry about this haha…” taesan looks at him with an unexplainable emotion in his dark eyes.

“who are you?” he asks although it sounds more like a demand.

“i’m eunseok! we’re in the same club and we had a welcome party today! y/n got a little drunk and i was trying to drop her home but we ended up here…” eunseok says, a bit taken aback by taesan.

without saying anything, taesan grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, forcing eunseok’s hand to fall back next to his side. “hm?” you look up at him with squinted eyes.

“thanks for taking care of her, i’ll take it from here,” taesan gives him a stiff smile that eunseok reciprocates, trying not to make the moment even more awkward for himself. taesan pulls you inside his apartment and closes the door behind you.

once the door shuts you can immediately feel the warmth of his hands on your back, it engulfs your whole body. you smell the familiar scents of his body wash and shampoo and you take in a deep breath. taesan pulls you out of thought as he moves back to look at your face. he’s frowning.

“what were you thinking?” taesan sighs as he gets a look at what you’re wearing. a black dress that leaves most of your legs bare and a thin leather jacket, which is mainly just for style and does nothing to keep you warm.

“it’s so late and you’re dressed so lightly, and you let a random guy who sounds like he barely knows you walk you home while you’re drunk! do you realize how dangerous that is? what if something had happened, what if some weirdo did something to you—” he’s cut off by a giggle from you and the expression on his face changes when he sees your face.

“are you worried dongminie?” you look up at him and his heart softens at the name you call him. you are the only person, aside from his very close friends and family who calls him by his real name.

he ignores your question and looks away. you slightly stumble without taesan’s grip around your body and his gaze comes back on you as quickly as it left. his hands come around your shoulders and back to support you as he walks you over to the couch. he steps into the kitchen and comes back to hand you a glass of warm water.

“you usually get sick during this time of year, you shouldn’t be drinking cold water. and especially with that outfit you’ve been in all night.” he says the last sentence while glaring at you. you pout while drinking the water.

“mean dongminie,” you mumble and you swear you heard taesan let out a quiet laugh.

“dongminieeee!!!” you whine. taesan looks down at you, “what is it?” he says while moving a strand of hair away from your face. “y/n is tired.” you pout. taesan chuckles at how you can barely keep your eyes open as you talk to him. “alright. i’ll give you some clothes to wear and then you can go to sleep, okay?” his tone is so soft that it’s lulling you to sleep right then and there.

“don’t wanna. alwready coezy” you say, slurring your words as taesan bites a smile back. “come on, if you sleep in uncomfy clothes you’ll wake up really sore tomorrow.” you’re too tired to fight with him so you just give in, “carry me.” taesan sighs as his hand secure themselves under your thighs and back. he carries you to his bedroom and gently places you down.

taesan rummages through his closet to find clothes that’ll keep you warm while your arms are wrapped around his waist as you lean all of your body weight on him. once taesan finds something, he turns around to gently pat your back making you look up at him. “go on and change,” he hands you his clothes and walks your wobbly figure to the bathroom.

as he closes the door he shouts, “don’t fall, alright!” he’s worried because he’s seen you stumble over yourself way too many times tonight. “you’ve always been clumsy while drunk,” he says to himself before he hears you shout, “okie dokie!”

you step out of the bathroom and are about to trip once more over the fabric of the sweatpants taesan gave you. “dongminie too big,” you put your arms up to show him how the hoodie arm exceeds at least 5 inches over your hands.

taesan can’t help the smile from creeping up his face as he takes your appearance in. you’re wearing a matching grey sweatpant and hoodie set that got too small on taesan since he’d grown out of it. he laughed to himself at how even his smallest clothing looked humongous on you.

“i’ve missed seeing you in my clothes” he mumbles to himself. “huuuuuh?” you look at him, blinking your eyes with flushed cheeks, due to your intoxicated state and taesan just thinks you looked so cute that he could—he clears his throat.

“your ears are rwed dongminie” you point out, pointing to his red ears. taesan’s eyes widen as he quickly covers his ears. “y-you should go to sleep, you must be tired,” he point to his nicely made bed.

you nod and hold your arms up, waiting to be carried like a baby. taesan throws his head back and closes his eyes as he lets out a soft laugh, amused by your antics.

in a swift motion he pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. your face is buried into his neck and taesan can feel your breath on him. his grip on you is firm as he walks you over to his bed and gently lays you down.

he makes sure to pull the blanket all the way up until it reaches your chin and once again moves your hair away from your face. he looks at you with so much tenderness as his gaze lingers for a couple more moments, as if he’s trying to memorize your face like he’s never going to see you again.

“goodnight,” he finally says as he turns off the lamp on his nightstand and stands up to walk away when he feels a tug on his sleeve. he turns around to be met by your eyes which he can’t refuse, “stay please,” you mumble and taesan can’t say no to you. how could he when you look so precious.

he slowly nods as he crawls into the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket on him as he lays there stiffly. you turn to face him and he feels obliged to do the same. he looks so pretty that your drunken self can’t help but blurt out, “why’d you leave me dongminie. you’re a bad dongminie.” taesan’s eyes soften at your small voice and the hurt look on your face.

“i’m sorry,” he lets out a soft sigh, “it’s my fault.” “what do you mean? tell me,” you ask taesan, wondering what he means. the way taesan broke up with you was so abrupt. there had been no fights, no arguing, no nothing prior to the breakup. he had met up with you at the park and told you that you guys couldn’t be together anymore. you were so shocked because you guys were so happy. he was your most favorite person and without him nothing was the same.

you look back at taesan, it’s like he’s thinking carefully on if it’s okay for him to tell you. “it’s just that saemi, she—she was planning on framing you for plagiarism that she did. it would expel you out of university and she even had all the evidence and everything and wanted to ruin your whole life if I didn’t break up with you and i—i was just so scared. i didn’t want you to be ruined because of me so i—i had to,” he raked a hand through his raven hair and you could hear his voice shaking.

you remember saemi. back in highschool she had the biggest crush on taesan and everyone knew. so when you and taesan started dating you’d became her biggest enemy. she would play childish pranks on you like tripping you and slowly it got worse. she once locked you inside the janior’s closet for 3 hours and when taesan found you he was so furious that he got saemi suspended from school. you thought you’d never see her again after highschool but you never expected her to come back into your life and threaten your boyfriend.

“i’ve missed you like crazy. it was so hard for me to try to erase you from my life and i still can’t do it. every time i saw you walking with a guy my stomach would feel like it’s being ripped out but i couldn’t do anything about it.” there had been so many nights that kept taesan awake. he’d worry about if you were doing okay, if you were safe, if you had moved on and he would feel so empty. as you watched taesan you could tell how hard it’s been for him.

“you probably won’t remember this but i love you and i always will love you, even though i can’t be with you," he looked into your eyes with nothing but sincerity. you suddenly shifted your body close to him and the alcohol in your system made you spontaneously bold. you leaned even closer and caught his soft lips in yours. it was only for a moment but as you pulled away you could see the shock on taesan’s face even through the darkness of the room.

you sleepily giggle as you hold his hand underneath the blanket, “i’ll make sure i remember this at least,” you say, the last part becoming almost incoherent as you’re on the brink of falling asleep. taesan has always had this effect on you which instantly relaxes you.

your eyes are closed as you feel taesan bring you impossibly closer to him, as if you’ll disappear in an instant. your face is buried in his chest and the soft scent of his shampoo is intoxicating the air around you, even more than the soju you drank earlier. the last thing you feel before going off into dreamland is the softness of taesan’s lips on your head, pressing a kiss and mumbling a small “sleep well y/n.”

ㅡ ౨ৎ ㅡ

as soon as you open your eyes, you’re met with the view of a white t-shirt, likely someone’s chest as you’re snuggled in it. you look up to see who the owner is and your eyes land on taesan’s peaceful sleeping face. your heart softens and the memories of last night come flooding back. you smile to yourself before taking in taesan’s face. you haven’t had a good look of it in what feels like forever.

his lashes are long, you notice, not one sign of discomfort on his face as he sleeps soundly. his lips are slightly parted and the sound of his breathing fills the room. your gaze drops to his lips once again and you remember how you briefly kissed him last night. you gasp at your boldness, maybe a little too loud because taesan’s eyebrows furrow and he begins to shuffle. he softly groans before his eyes sleepily, open and they meet yours instantly.

“morning, baby,” he says lazily as his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer and his head buries in your neck. he did it so naturally that even he realizes and suddenly moves away and sits up. he looks a bit surprised but his expression changes and he looks shy.

“i swear i didn’t kidnap you!” he abruptly says and you have to force a giggle back as you sit up as well. “you probably don’t remember but you came here last night and you were drunk and—” “i remember,” you cut him off and his expression goes back to being surprised.

“you—you remember? everything?” “everything.” you assure him. he looks taken aback like he doesn’t know what to say. he shyly looks around the room figuring out his words, “so will you… take me back?”

taesan is scared of what you’ll say and it’s visible on his face. you both are looking into each other’s eyes and he looks so pretty right now that you could cry. you’ve so badly missed the morning face of his that you're looking at, his nagging habits, his smile, everything about him.

“of course i will, i’ve missed you so much dongminie,” you giggle sheepishly and taesan’s expression finally calms. “thank—thank god, i was scared you wouldn’t want me,” taesan finally exhales out the breath he’s been holding in.

“but you’ll have to promise me something,” taesan looks at you expectantly. “if there’s ever a problem we’ll tell each other and work through it together.” taesan aggressively nods at your words, “i’ve learnt my lesson.”

you laugh, “okay!” taesan once again looks at you expectantly while fiddling with his fingers. “so… does that mean i’m your boyfriend now?” you let out a hearty laugh again and taesan swears his heart does backflips.

“yes taesan you’re my boyfriend and i’m your girlfriend,” you say smiling and taesan can’t control himself as his hands reach out to cup your face and his lips meet yours.

he kisses you with so much softness and love that you can feel it emitting out of him. he savors you like it’s the first time he’s kissing you, his lips moving tenderly against yours. you feel him smile against your lips and that’s when you realize that he’d been longing for you as much as you had been longing for him.

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2i1han · 20 days ago

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— request time

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

pairing : tourguide!leehan x fem!reader ⭑ wc 5.9k

genre : oneshot fluff , romance

synopsis: you've liked leehan since seventh grade, but over time, you drifted apart. now, you reunite while working at the same aquarium. and, as you spend more time together, you realize your connection never truly faded.

(thank you to the anon who requested this! it was really fun and cute to write, though the word count ended up longer than i expected. also, this is the peak fish leehan ff i've ever written. it's also giving a slowly then all at once alternate universe, except leehan isn't a brooding loser here LMAO.)

ever since seventh grade, you've never quite gotten over your first crush—the quiet biology nerd who always sat alone by the pond, watching the fish swim as if it were his own personal netflix. his chocolate eyes would follow their every movement, his fingers occasionally adjusting the hem of his uniform reflexively, completely immersed in a world of shiney scales and rippling water. you used to steal glances from afar, wondering what thoughts swam through his head as he watched them. even now, years later, as a college student, that same fluttery feeling overtakes you whenever you think of kim leehan.

growing up in a small town meant living in a loop—same streets, same people, same predictable routines. it wasn't separation from him that you feared—it was how close you always were. ever since that first conversation in middle school, when leehan had filled the silence with enthusiastic talk about fish anatomy and marine ecosystems, you'd been left staring, struggling to keep up. his voice had been calm but full of life, his hands gesturing in small movements as he explained something about gill respiration. meanwhile, all you could do was nod along, mouth slightly open, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

after that, you never dared to strike up another deep conversation with him. not because you didn't like his nerdy ramblings, if anything, you found them endearing, but because you were afraid. afraid you wouldn't be able to keep up, that your lack of knowledge would make him lose interest in talking to you.

so, instead of giving up, you did something ridiculous. you spent years secretly studying marine biology, at first just to understand him better, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being about leehan and started becoming something you genuinely loved. the books stacked on your bedside table, the late nights spent watching documentaries about ocean ecosystems, the hours scrolling through marine biology forums—it all became second nature.

but none of that mattered now because you had bigger problems.

"we'll just call you if we decide to hire you," the restaurant owner said, offering you a polite but clearly dismissive smile.

you forced a tight-lipped smile in return, bowing slightly before stepping out of the small diner. the second the door swung shut behind you, you let out a groan, rubbing your temples in frustration.

this was your fifth stop today. the heat of the afternoon sun pressed down on you, sweat sticking to the nape of your neck as you trudged down the sidewalk, your steps were heavy. your stomach rumbled from hunger, but you ignored it, too exhausted to even think about food.

as you walked, slouching under the weight of your disappointment, a voice called out.

"still nothing?"

liz, your ever-reliable best friend, caught up to you effortlessly, her sneakers scuffing against the pavement as she matched your pace. she held a cold drink in her hands, condensation dripping onto her fingers.

"yeah, this sucks so bad," you muttered, rolling your eyes, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

then, casually, as if she wasn't about to change the course of your entire life, liz dropped the biggest, most life-altering suggestion of your existence.

"maybe you can apply for a job at the aquarium where leehan works."

you stopped in your tracks so abruptly that liz took two more steps before realizing.

your gasped, eyes widening as if she'd just handed you a winning lottery ticket. "wait, what?"

liz turned to face you, unfazed. "leehan. he's been working at the new aquarium since last month, you didn't know?"

no, you didn't. how could you not have known? your heart pounded against your ribs, giddy surging through you like a wave. this was perfect. like a missing puzzle piece snapping into place. you had spent years pouring yourself into marine biology, and now, not only did you have a chance at working with what you loved—you had a chance at being close to leehan again.

"i- i haven't heard from him in so long," you admitted, gripping liz's arm, as if to steady yourself in reality.

"well, now you do," she said with a grin. "and now you have a shot."

a slow smile spread across your face. "thank you, liz. i'm going first thing tomorrow!"

and, true to your word, you did exactly that.

at the first hint of sunrise, you bolted out of bed, running errands for your grandmother at record speed, wiping down countertops before she could even ask, running to the market, sweeping the floor with urgency that dust swirled in the air like a mini storm. you weren't about to let anything get in your way today.

then came the most important part—choosing the perfect outfit. you had spent an embarrassing amount of time standing in front of the mirror, eventually settling on your all-time-favorite blue denim jumper, paired with a white off-shoulder long-sleeve top. your well-worn bambi sneakers completed the look, the same ones you had owned since you were fifteen. not that it mattered much. you never grew taller anyway, still barely reaching leehan's shoulder.

by the time you arrived at the aquarium, the town was lit up in soft morning light. the air smelled crisp, tinged with the faint scent of saltwater from the nearby shore.

you took a deep breath, adjusting the strap of your bag and tightening your ponytail before pushing your square glasses up the bridge of your nose.

the building's glass entrance reflected your slightly disheveled reflection, the nervous excitement evident in your posture.

you followed the receptionist down a hallway lined with vibrant posters of marine life, framed images of colorful reefs, deep-sea creatures, and conservation efforts decorated the walls, making you feel both excited and slightly nervous.

the hiring manager, a middle-aged man with kind eyes and graying hair, sat behind a sturdy desk in a modest office. behind him, a large observation window revealed a floor-to-ceiling tank.

"so," he began, flipping through your résumé, "you're interested in the tour guide position?"

"yes," you replied, straightening in your seat. "i've been studying marine biology for years as a personal passion. i love sharing information about marine life, and i think guiding people through the aquarium would be a perfect way to combine that."

he nodded thoughtfully. "we need people who are both knowledgeable and engaging. guests, especially kids—should feel excited when they learn about the ocean. are you comfortable speaking in front of groups?"

you hesitated for half a second before nodding. "i think so! i get a little nervous, but when it’s about something i love, i can talk for hours."

that made the manager chuckle. he leaned back in his chair, giving you an assessing look before finally nodding. "alright. we'll start you on a trial period. you'll shadow one of our senior guides this week, and if all goes well, we'll make it official."

it took a moment for his words to sink in. your hands tightened around the strap of your bag as excitement flooded your chest.

"really?" you asked, eyes wide.

"really," he confirmed with an easy smile. "welcome aboard."

you thanked him repeatedly, barely containing your enthusiasm as you shook his hand. after running through a few more details, he dismissed you, and you stepped back into the main aquarium hall.

you wandered through the exhibits, the aquarium was even more breathtaking than you had realized—massive glass tanks stretched across the walls, casting a dreamy blue glow. families huddled around displays, children pointing excitedly at the creatures swimming inside. a pair of stingrays drifted lazily near the glass.

you paused near a large touch tank, watching a group of kids giggle as they carefully dipped their fingers into the water to touch a passing starfish.

and then— "you look a little lost."

the voice was familiar, enough to send a sudden jolt through your chest.

you turned quickly, and there was leehan who stood a few steps away, his dark blue staff polo neatly tucked in, his id badge clipped to his collar. a clipboard rested in his hands, though his attention was fully on you. his brown hair was slightly tousled, probably from running his fingers through it too many times—a habit he never seemed to grow out of.

"leehan," you blurted, staring at him as if he were a mirage.

he blinked, then let out a small chuckle. "didn't expect to see you here."

you shook your head with a breathy laugh. "yeah, i—uh, i just got hired."

leehan's eyebrows lifted slightly. "here?"

"yep," you said, still a little dazed. "as a tour guide."

he tilted his head, processing that. "you? giving aquarium tours?"

you pursed your lips. "wow, okay, thanks for the vote of confidence."

leehan grinned, amused. "no, i mean, i just didn't know you were into marine life."

you hesitated before rubbing the back of your neck. "i wasn't… at first. but then i got really into it over the years."

"huh." he studied you for a beat, then chuckled softly. "i always thought i talked too much about fish back in school. didn't think anyone actually listened."

your cheeks warmed. "well… i guess someone did."

leehan smiled, a genuine one this time, his posture relaxing. "then i guess you'll be stuck seeing a lot of me. we're probably gonna work together pretty often."

your heart fluttered. "yeah," you said, grinning. "i guess so."

leehan tilted his head toward the tanks. "want me to show you around? might as well start getting familiar with the place."

you nodded, unable to hide your excitement. "i'd love that."

the rest of the day passed in a motion of laughter, glimmering water, and the sound of leehan's voice weaving through the air. he led you through every corner of the place, pointing at different species of fish with consistent enthusiasm. even though you had spent years studying marine life, he still managed to surprise you with little details and fun facts that you had never come across before.

"see that one?" leehan gestured toward a tank where a tiny, almost translucent fish wiggled between coral. "that's a glass catfish. their bodies are so clear you can see their organs."

you leaned closer, watching in awe. "that's insane… how have i never read about this before?"

leehan chuckled, the corner of his lips quirking up. "guess i still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

and honestly, that just made you admire him more. he was smart, kind, and effortlessly passionate about what he loved—something that had never changed since middle school.

at some point, while strolling past the jellyfish exhibit, leehan casually mentioned, "oh, by the way, i'll be your co-worker since... we're the only tour guides around."

your steps faltered. "wait—seriously?"

he turned to you with an amused expression. "yeah, didn't i say that?"

no, he absolutely did not. but if your heart could physically do somersaults, it would have done a whole routine.

you barely managed to keep your excitement in check, nodding in what you hoped was a casual manner. "that's… cool. we'll be working together a lot, then."

leehan hummed in agreement, hands tucked into his pockets. "guess so."

the thought of seeing him almost every day, working side by side, was enough to make your entire week.

after the long tour, when your feet were starting to ache and the aquarium lights dimmed slightly for the evening, leehan suddenly suggested, "hey, want a snack? there's a hotdog stall outside."

you didn't even hesitate. "absolutely."

so there you were, sitting side by side on a wooden bench facing the seaside, the distant sound of waves filled the street. the scent of grilled food mixed with the salty ocean breeze as the sky painted itself in hues of orange and pink.

leehan took a bite of his corndog before glancing at you with a small smile. "it's actually nice to see you again, y/n."

you turned to him, heart fluttering slightly.

"you're the only one who approached me in seventh grade," he continued, voice softer now, almost thoughtful. "you actually listened to my weird fish agendas. never called me an oddball for it."

your fingers tightened slightly around the napkin in your hand as warmth bloomed in your chest. god, if your heart could physically leap out of your chest, it would have already.

you ducked your head slightly, cheeks heating up. "me too," you admitted with a wide smile. "and, well… i think fishes are nice."

leehan let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head in amusement.

"yeah," he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. "they really are."

after that day, you had to part ways with leehan earlier than you wanted, as he had to return to his post. if this had been any other situation, you would have sulked in your room, reminiscing about every interaction, but tomorrow held the assurance of the start of your job. luckily, it arrived sooner than expected.

the first days of your internship went smoother and far beyond your expectations, if you're going to be honest. the first few minutes of your shifts were always easy—walking around the exhibits, chatting casually with leehan before the guests started approaching. at first, you felt a little awkward, your words occasionally stumbling as you tried to recall all the information you'd studied.

"that's an anemone," you told a curious child, crouching beside the tank. "it may look like a plant, but it's actually a marine animal!"

the kid gasped, eyes widening as he pressed his face closer to the glass. "like in finding nemo?"

"exactly!" you chuckled, watching as he turned excitedly to his mom to repeat the new fact.

moments like these made your job fulfilling. it also helped that leehan was always nearby whenever you hesitated on identifying a particular species.

"that's a flashlight fish," he murmured one time when he noticed you squinting at a glowing fish behind the glass. "it uses bioluminescent bacteria to light up and communicate with others in the dark."

you blinked up at him, impressed. "that's so cool… i mean, i knew that, of course," you joked, nudging his arm lightly.

he only smirked in response.

the way he effortlessly spoke about the sea creatures, made you admire him even more. your heart had been set on marine biology because of him, and now here you were, sharing this space, learning from him, existing in his world.

and he didn’t seem to mind your presence at all.

for the next few weeks, a routine settled between you two. you love your job, the people were kind, and every day ended the same— walking to the convenience store across the pedestrian lane, where leehan would insist on buying you your favorite kimbap and milk.

"you don't have to pay for me every time," you huffed, nudging his arm as he handed you the food.

"just let me," he grinned, brushing off your protest like it was nothing. "i promise tomorrow you're on your own."

but, of course, tomorrow always came with him pulling out his wallet again.

leehan was easy to be around, much easier than you had expected. he was warm, soft-spoken yet surprisingly funny, always throwing in quiet remarks that made you laugh when you least expected it.

"you know, if you stare at the seahorses any longer, they might start staring back," he teased one afternoon as he caught you zoning out in front of one of the tanks.

you turned to him, flustered. "i wasn't!"

"you totally were," he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

the only problem? his face—his distractingly, unfairly handsome face. you would try to focus on what he was saying, nodding along as he spoke about coral bleaching or deep-sea fish, but half the time, your brain just screamed, wow, he's really pretty. blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff

and the worst part? it wasn't just his looks anymore. the more you got to know him, the deeper you found yourself sinking. he wasn't just the quiet, nerdy boy you had admired from afar—he was kind, attentive, and effortlessly charming in his own way.

but did he see you the same way?

that thought haunted you late at night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every interaction. maybe you were overthinking. maybe he was just being friendly. after all, you were the only one who had ever shown genuine interest in his passion. maybe he was just grateful for that.

you sighed, frustration bubbling up. why can't my crush like me back? but then, you reminded yourself that this was already more than you could have asked for.

you had become his friend. his co-worker. you got to spend time with him in a way you had only dreamed of back then. and for now, that was enough.

the day off had finally arrived, and by all means, you were supposed to be curled up in your room, wrapped in the comfort of your onesie with a book in hand. instead, here you were, standing by the shore near the aquarium, the salty breeze tousling the loose strands of your hair. the morning sunlight bathed the scene before you—the gentle waves rolling onto the sand, the distant chatter of families and tourists, and the seagulls gliding lazily above.

you wore a light blue gingham dress, the soft fabric swaying slightly in the wind, and over your shoulders, a white knitted cardigan kept the chill at bay. your hair was tied up into a neat bun, though a few strands had slipped free, framing your face. you leaned against the metal railing that separated the shore from the cement platform where various food stalls and the aquarium stood in the middle of it all.

it still felt surreal that leehan had asked you to hang out today. the moment you saw his message hours ago, you had flung your phone onto your bed, pacing the room in a frenzy before bouncing off the walls in excitement. you could've gone with your usual default look—your trusty blue jumper, striped shirt, sneakers, and a messy ponytail, but something about today felt different, special. so, instead, you took the extra time to put yourself together, wanting to look at least somewhat presentable next to him.

would it be silly to think that dressing up for a casual hangout with your crush was totally justifiable? probably. but would it stop you? absolutely not.

you were so lost in your thoughts, replaying the past few hours in your head, that you barely noticed when someone stepped beside you, leaning against the railing quietly.

"enjoying the seagulls?"

your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. snapping out of your daze, you turned your head, and immediately wished you hadn't.

leehan stood beside you, dressed in a black shirt, with beige cardigan that complimented his fair skin, paired with jeans. his usual oversized hoodie and sweatpants were nowhere in sight. instead, his, brown hair was neatly tucked behind his ear, with a few loose strands falling perfectly around his face. and to top it all off, he wasn't wearing his glasses today, revealing his soft, expressive eyes that you suddenly found impossible to look away from.

you felt yourself freeze, blinking once, twice, just to make sure this wasn't some sort of hallucination. dressed up leehan was a rare sight. a painfully attractive one, at that.

he raised a brow at your delayed reaction, a small smile tugging at his lips. "you okay?"

crap, say something. anything.

"uh- yeah," you blurted out, feeling your face heat up. you quickly turned back toward the ocean, willing yourself to focus on the waves instead of the ridiculously handsome boy standing beside you. "weather's pretty clear today."

leehan smirked, "yeah, it is."

the silence that followed wasn't awkward, but rather comfortable—just the two of you standing there, the wind carrying the distant sound of chatters and crashing waves. you stole a quick glance at him, only to find that he was already looking at you.

"let's walk?" leehan straightened up, pushing himself off the railing and turning to face you.

you nodded, smiling. "alright, let's go."

as the two of you strolled side by side, you instinctively took your place on his left. but before you could settle into your place, leehan gently tapped a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to switch places.

"bikes and people running past—might hit you," he explained, flashing a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

you pursed your lips, trying to contain the grin trying to spread across your face. "oh- yeah, right," you stammered.

as you walked, you could feel his gaze on you. you caught glimpses of it from your peripheral vision, but you didn't dare look. if you did, he would see the shade of tomato blooming on your cheeks.

then, in that soft, teasing tone of his, he spoke. "you look different today, hm."

your brows furrowed as you turned to him. "different? me?" you pointed at yourself, playing dumb.

leehan nodded, keeping his gaze forward. "mhm, pretty different." he paused, eyes drifting off as if suddenly fascinated by the stalls lining the street smirk, "like, pretty."

then, he broke into a giggle. you let out an embarrassed laugh, nudging his arm. "why are you laughing? you probably didn't even mean that."

leehan's giggles faded into a small smile, one that felt sincere. "i mean it," he said, glancing at you again. "you look nice."

your smile faltered for a split second—not out of disappointment, but because internally, you were already soaring a thousand miles above the ground, but on the outside, you tried to play it cool.

"thank you...?" you scratched your cheek, voice coming out higher than you intended. "i mean—you look great today too." you chuckled, quickly averting your eyes, "no glasses suit you."

leehan hummed, touching his temple. "really? i'm wearing contacts right now."

you tilted your head slightly. "mhm, well..." you hesitated before finally turning to look at him directly. his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you simply observed. but apparently, your gaze held more power than you thought, because leehan visibly tensed, his ears turning bright red.

you smiled. "you look nice without glasses, but with glasses... you're leehan."

he blinked, processing your words before narrowing his eyes. "i'm what?" he asked.

you shifted on your feet, feeling like you'd just set yourself up for embarrassment. "you're you when you wear glasses... and, well, we're also matching."

the second the words left your mouth, you wanted to disappear. 'matching?? am i deadass?'

leehan didn't say anything at first. just a slow nod. then, after a moment of silence, he suddenly pointed at a food stall. "let's eat there. my treat."

you opened your mouth to object, but before you could get a word out, he swiftly shushed you. "shh, no buts."

with that, he turned on his heel and stepled toward the stall, leaving you standing there, still recovering from the rollercoaster of emotions he'd just put you through.

but then, just as he walked ahead, he casually threw over his shoulder, "also... i'd wear those glasses every day from now on."

he didn't even look back, but you could hear the grin in his voice. you bit your lip, shaking your head with a smile as you caught up to him.

the entire day from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. was a wrap. usually, spending this long outside with liz would leave you drained. you could already picture yourself slumped on a bench, legs aching, hair a mess, and sighing dramatically about the cruelty of existence. but with leehan? it was different. not a single muscle in your foot felt strained, your throat wasn't dry from talking too much, and even your hair, somehow—remained perfectly in place. if anything, every hour with him felt like a breath of fresh air, rejuvenating instead of exhausting.

and then there were the stolen glances. the ones that made your stomach flip and your heart flutter. every time you caught him looking, his ears would turn a bright, almost comical shade of red, and he'd break into giggles like he had just been caught doing something illegal. which, honestly? in the court of your heart, that was a crime. because what was he doing looking at you like that? did he like you? did you have something on your face? or god forbid, did you look ugly?

now, the two of you stood in front of one of the large aquarium tanks, deciding to walk around before it closes. the dim blue light reflecting off your faces as you both gazed at the marine life gliding through the water. schools of silver fish shimmered as they rippled around, and a stingray floated lazily. you and leehan stood close, but still in your own little bubbles, existing side by side.

out of nowhere, leehan let out a soft chuckle, brushing the back of his hand over his mouth as if trying to stifle it.

you turned to him with a puzzled smile. "what?"

he shook his head, hands slipping behind his back, eyes flickering between you and the tank. "i just remembered something," he said, grinning. "back in seventh grade, i was staring at a koi pond, and it's still one of my best memories."

your eyebrows furrowed. "what, just… looking at a pond?"

"not just any pond," he said. "the one where you suddenly sat beside me."

your face scrunched up in confusion as he continued.

"you were wearing a jumper and a blue shirt. your hair was in these…" he gestured vaguely to his own head. "uneven pigtails."

you gasped in mock offense. "they were not uneven!"

"oh, i still remember, they definitely were," he teased before chuckling. "i thought you were, like, some nerd who also like fishes like me, so i just started blabbering about different koi breeds."

leehan paused, biting back another laugh. "but then i turned to you, and you were just..." he suddenly mimicked your exact expression from back then—mouth slightly agape, wide-eyed, and staring so intently at him that it could've burned a hole through his forehead.

you gasped. "i did not look like that!"

"oh, you so did," he said, doubling over laughing as you lightly shoved his shoulder.

"fine, i admit i had no clue what you were talking about back then," you admitted, crossing your arms. "but it's also the exact moment i got interested in fishes, so there."

the second the words left your mouth, your mind froze. you had just exposed yourself.

his laughter faded into a softer smile. "wait… really?"

you nodded, shifting on your feet. "yeah- i mean... at first, i was just trying to understand what you were saying so i wouldn't look dumb, but then… i actually got into it."

leehan's lips parted slightly, as if something was dawning on him. then, with a boyish grin, he hummed, "huh… that's cute."

your face warmed. "shut up."

"i just—" he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "i honestly thought you were super into it that day. i didn't realize you were just trying to keep up."

"well," you fumbled, twisting the fabric of your skirt between your fingers. "i wanted to be your friend so i thought learning about something you love would help… and besides, marine life is actually interesting."

leehan hummed, nodding slowly as he kept his gaze on the tank. then, without looking at you, he muttered, "i actually thought you were really adorable back then."

your heart skipped a beat, but before you could say anything, he continued. "but then you… kind of disappeared. well, not literally," he clarified, squinting as if trying to find the right words. "more like, i noticed you stopped talking to me as much. i thought maybe i weirded you out that day, and honestly?" he let out a self-deprecating laugh. "i got a little sad about it."

you felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment drop in your chest. "it wasn't that," you admitted softly. "i was just… scared you'd think i was uninteresting because i didn't know anything about your hobby." you rocked on the sole of your feet, staring at the glowing reflections on the floor. "that's why i started learning about marine biology. but the more i learned, the more i actually loved it."

leehan turned to face you fully now, a lopsided grin forming. "so you're telling me… you did all that just so you could be friends with me?"

the teasing in his voice made your stomach flip, but before you could deflect, he let out a dramatic sigh, clutching his chest. "that's so heartbreaking. here i was, thinking you actually liked me back then—ow."

you would've laughed, but instead, you internally cursed your luck. he used to like me when i thought i was the most boring person he had ever met?!

forcing out an awkward giggle, you tried to conceal the disappointment in your chest. "oh- really?" you bit your lip, shifting your eyes elsewhere. "well, yeah… what a shame, really."

leehan studied you for a moment, his teasing expression softening into something more sincere. he exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair. "honestly, it was the most embarrassing crush ever. i even tried to stop liking fish because i thought it made me weird."

your head snapped toward him. "and here i was spending my entire life liking fish because i thought it'd make you like me," you said with a small, incredulous smile.

he let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "i already liked you, fish or no fish." he sighed. "but… knowing that you found a passion because of me?" his voice was quieter now. "that actually makes me really happy."

your lips parted slightly as you finally looked at him—really looked at him. his eyes sparkled under the dim teal glow of the aquarium, his was relaxed, the light reflected off his face in a way that made your heart feel like it was trying to escape your chest.

and then, his voice dropped even softer. "actually—no." he hesitated, swallowing before continuing. "i like you. i was genuinely happy when i saw you here a week ago. and when you told me you were going to work here, i swear, i was kicking my feet home."

you swear you were soaring up high. your hands clenched at your sides as you tried to process his words. it was like a dream, a dream so surreal that you subtly pinched your leg just to make sure it was actually happening.

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. leehan seemed to take that as hesitation because he quickly backtracked. "no,you don't have to say anything. i'm sorry if that—"

"no," you cut him off, your voice barely above a whisper. "leehan, i like you."

he froze.

"i lied about the whole 'friend' thing," you admitted, your head dropping to the floor. "i just… didn't think you'd like me."

you suddenly felt the presence of leehan's palms hovering near your cheeks, his fingertips hesitating just inches away. "can i?"

you gave a small nod. that was all he needed. his palms, warm and slightly trembling, finally cupped your cheeks, his touch was careful as if he were holding something fragile.

"i can't really say you shouldn't think like that," he assured, his voice dipping lower as he leaned in, his torso bowing slightly to match your height. "because i thought the same too—i thought you wouldn't like me."

your chest pounded at his confession, but before you could speak, he continued, his voice tuned with something raw, and vulnerable.

"but now that i'm close to you again, it feels like a door has reopened. and you don't even know how long i admired you, and waited for this."

your eyes finally flickered up to meet his. a small, barely there, laugh escaped your lips, "me too. it's almost funny."

leehan exhaled, his shoulders loosening slightly, and his other hand came up to cup the other side of your face, thumbs brushing over your smooth cheeks in slow, tender strokes. neither of you spoke. the world had shrunk down to just the two of you—the distant, rhythmic bubbling of water, the gentle gliding of fish behind the glass walls of the aquarium, the silence muffling between breaths.

his starry eyes were locked onto yours. you felt the moment shift, your pulse thrumming louder in your ears as he inched closer. your eyes fluttered shut, and that was his cue.

then—his lips met yours. soft, featherlight, barely a touch, yet enough to send warmth spreading through your entire body. his lips moved with gentle care, patient and unhurried. his thumbs caressed your skin, tracing slow, soothing circles against your cheeks.

your hands, instinctively, reached for him, fingers curling around his torso, pinching around the fabric of his cardigan. he tilted his head slightly, pressing another tender and soft kiss. but you didn't need to tiptoe, didn't need to reach because he was already there, leaning down to meet you effortlessly.

just as slowly as he had pressed a kiss to your lips seconds ago, he pulled away with the same careful hesitation. lingering for a moment. his eyes remained closed. then, slowly, they fluttered open—widened pupils reflecting the soft twinkles of light around you.

both of you let out a breathy chuckle. your hands, which had instinctively wrapped around his torso, loosened their hold, instead trailing down to grasp the hem of his sleeve.

leehan glanced down, noticing the way you clung to his clothing. without a word, he reached for your hands, gently removing them from his shirt—but instead of letting go, he brought them up, his fingers handling yours delicately. his gaze softened as he lifted your hand to his face, pressing a featherlight kiss against your knuckles.

his breath was warm as he whispered, "i've only been dreaming of this... i thought i was waiting for the impossible. and yet, here it is."

his fingers intertwined with yours as he lowered your hand, still holding onto it.

"ditto." you breathed out the word, an indescribable happiness spreading across your face, butterflies stirring restlessly in your stomach.

leehan exhaled a snicker. his fingers brushed a few stray strands from your face, tucking them into place. "would you… want to go out with me?" he asked, his lips curling into a hopeful smile. "a proper date?"

you let out a giggle, tilting your head. "well... isn't this already a proper date?"

leehan let out a grin, shaking his head in amusement. "then," he started, tightening his hold on your hands and swinging them lightly, "would you want to go out with me on a second proper date?"

you let the moment stretch just a little, teasingly squinting at him before breaking into a smile. "yes, yes, leehan. i would." you blinked at him, feeling his hands wrapping warmly around yours.

he laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, before adding, "and… adopt corydoras too?"

a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you echoed, "and, adopt corydoras too."

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milkistar · 1 month ago

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𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐒...

you and leehan have been inseparable since childhood, but when your feelings start to shift, every glance, every touch, every silence becomes unbearable. afraid of ruining everything, you bury your emotions—until one unexpected confession changes everything. in another universe, you and him might already be together. but what about this one?"

★:: leehan (boynextdoor) x reader.

tags:: fluff, gn reader, best friends to lovers, mentions of food, kinda cliché.

you didn't remember when you had fallen in love with leehan, nor why. it had happened slowly, gradually, consuming your heart like a flame.

he had never changed—his attitude toward you always remained the same, the afternoons spent together always followed the same routine. but the lenses through which you saw him had changed drastically, making you almost feel like a different person stood before you at times. but in reality, it was you who felt different.

and now? now, just looking at him made your stomach twist, and that made you feel so bad that you wanted to cry. "it'll pass with time," you kept telling yourself. but the more time passed, the less friendly and more romantic your feelings for him became. it was exhausting.

you had been friends since childhood, seatmates from elementary school all the way to high school. together, you skipped several school events to eat ice cream and watch b-horror movies, got your driver's licenses at the same time, and even went on your first out-of-town trip together.

you kicked your bedroom door open, your hands full with two cans of energy drink and an extra-large bag of chips. leehan was exactly where you had left him—lying on your bed, phone in hand.

he had arrived at your house about half an hour ago, using the excuse that he was bored to death and that talking to his fish wasn’t giving him much satisfaction. then, without even asking for permission, he had made his way to your room and thrown himself onto your bed without ceremony.

you had lost count of how many times leehan had gone from being bored at his house to being bored at yours.

"come help me, idiot," you said, motioning to your full hands.

he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, then smiled and returned to staring at his phone screen. "no." you expected that.

you placed the things on the bed, then grabbed one of the cans and threw it at him. just because you expected it didn’t mean he should go unpunished.

"ouch," he complained, rubbing his side where the can had hit him. "you're cruel."

"and you're lazy," you replied, walking over to close the door again.

you sat on the bed, close enough to him not to raise suspicion, but far enough to keep your heart from short-circuiting.

you grabbed the remaining can and opened it to take a sip. leehan, after finishing his dramatic act of pretending he had taken a fatal blow, sat up as well and did the same.

you both stayed silent for a few minutes. it wasn’t strange—your friendship had reached the point where such silences weren’t awkward and happened often. then, he broke the quiet.

"you know, y/n, i was thinking about something yesterday," he said, running a hand through his long hair. "do you think, in another universe, the two of us are together?"

needless to say, you choked on your drink. "excuse me?"

you turned red. bad. very bad sign.

"i was reading a post about soulmates the other night, and the author wrote that in different dimensions, soulmates can be both best friends and lovers. and, well, you're my best friend," he explained casually, fiddling with his phone to find the post he was talking about.

your chest ached. of course, you were his best friend. maybe you were just born in the wrong dimension.

you skimmed through the post he showed you, taking another sip from your can before nodding. "yeah, probably in another universe we are, but fortunately, in this one, we're not." you laughed after saying it. you had to avoid any hint of suspicion forming in his mind.

there was another stretch of silence, then, once again, he broke it

"why?" he asked.

you looked at him, confused. you actually understood, but you didn't want to make it seem like you were thinking about it too. "why what?"

"why is it fortunate that we're not together in this one?" he looked into your eyes and spoke again before you could even come up with an excuse. "i’d like it."

you blushed again, and before you could regain your ability to speak, he kissed you. no warning, so fast that you weren’t even sure if it had really happened.

you did the same, and without thinking, you spoke. "no." you hesitantly placed a hand on his arm, your fingers trembling. "i… i was joking earlier." you forced yourself to look into his eyes and hold his gaze. "i’d like it too."

"sorry, i shouldn’t have," he said, suddenly jumping up from the bed.

he smiled and then kissed you again, this time slowly, allowing you to savor his long-desired lips. and that was only the first kiss of many.

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lxvsiick · 5 months ago

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TREASURE HUNT | KIM LEEHAN X READER

PAIRING: idol! birthday boy! kim leehan x fem! reader

SUMMARY: October 20th, Leehan woke up to a note next to him and his girlfriend, Y/n, nowhere to be seen – opening the note, he finds out that Y/n had planned a treasure hunt for him! Follow the birthday boy, Leehan on his treasure hunt journey with the surprising appearance of his group members in fish costumes?

GENRE: fluff, imagine, established relationship

WORDCOUNT: 3.8k

A/N: A late birthday post for Leehan! I will be making a Riwoo one after this!

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

Leehan slowly blinked awake, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains in their shared apartment. The bed felt unusually cold next to him, and when he reached out, his hand landed on an empty spot instead of the familiar warmth of Y/n. He frowned slightly, still groggy from sleep, but then noticed something that made him smile—a neatly folded note sitting on her pillow.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he reached for the note, his curiosity piqued. It was in Y/n's handwriting, a familiar sight that made his heart skip.

Happy Birthday, Donghyun!

I hope you didn’t think I forgot. I planned a little treasure hunt for you today—just because I know you love surprises. Your first clue is where we first met. Can you guess where? ;)

I’ll see you at the end. Have fun!

-- Y/n

A grin spread across his face as he read the note, her playful tone jumping off the page. She knew him well—knew how much he loved a good challenge, and even more so, how much he loved anything that involved her.

He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His thoughts wandered to where they had first met, and he shook his head, already knowing the answer. Of course she’d make him go there first.

Setting the note down gently, he pushed himself off the bed, excitement bubbling in his chest. As he moved around the room, getting ready for the day, he couldn’t help but imagine what other surprises she might have in store for him. His birthday was already off to the perfect start—Y/n always knew how to make everything feel special.

After a quick shower and throwing on his usual casual but stylish outfit, he grabbed his keys and phone, the smile never leaving his face. He had a treasure to hunt, and he was eager to see where this birthday adventure would take him.

With a final glance at the note on the bed, he left their apartment, his heart light and full of anticipation. Time to head back to where it all began.

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Leehan stepped out of the apartment building, the cool morning air hitting his face as he made his way down the familiar street. His thoughts drifted back to the note and the first clue: the park where they’d met. A soft chuckle escaped him at the memory.

It had been an ordinary day—or at least it had started that way. After a long dance practice, he’d gone for a walk to clear his mind, still buzzing with leftover energy. But what he hadn’t expected was to see a girl—Y/n—walking... a fish?

He laughed out loud just thinking about it. It had been such an odd, hilarious sight, this girl casually strolling through the park with a fishbowl in hand, talking to the fish like it was the most normal thing in the world. He’d almost thought he was hallucinating from exhaustion.

He could still remember the confused look on his face, and how he couldn’t help but approach her, curiosity getting the better of him. When he asked her if she was, in fact, walking her pet fish, she’d looked up with those bright, sparkling eyes and simply nodded, like it was the most obvious thing.

“His name’s Bubbles,” she’d said. “He likes the fresh air.”

It had been so absurd and so perfectly her—the moment had stuck with him ever since. That was the day their friendship began, and he often teased her about it, calling her the “girl who walked a fish.” He smiled to himself now, remembering how that quirky encounter had been the start of something much more.

Lost in the memory, he didn’t even realize he’d reached the park until he glanced up and saw it—the same path he’d taken that day. But today, something was different. Standing by a large oak tree, dressed up as a bright, balloon molly fish, was none other than Jaehyun.

Leehan blinked, then stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening in disbelief. “What the—?”

Jaehyun stood there in the ridiculous fish costume, looking equally amused and awkward, holding a large clue envelope in his gloved hand. As Leehan approached, his friend spread his arms wide, the fish costume looking even more absurd in motion.

"Happy birthday, Leehannie!" Jaehyun grinned from ear to ear, his muffled voice coming from inside the fish head. "Surprised?"

“Surprised doesn’t even cover it,” Leehan said, laughing as he shook his head. “You look funny.”

“Hey, Y/n came up with this, not me,” his friend replied, still chuckling. “Anyway, she wanted me to hand this over to you.” He held out the envelope, still grinning.

With a smirk, Leehan took the envelope from his fish-clad friend and tore it open. Inside was another note in Y/n's handwriting:

Clue #2: Go to the place where you asked me out!

His smirk softened into a fond smile as he read the clue. He already knew exactly where that was. This treasure hunt was turning into the perfect birthday.

“Good luck, birthday boy,” Jaehyun said with a wink, watching as Leehan turned to head toward the next stop on his adventure.

“Thanks,” Leehan called back, still grinning. “And by the way... that costume suits you.”

Jaehyun laughed and waved him off as Leehan made his way to the next location, his heart full of warmth and excitement for what was to come.

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Leehan walked down the street, a small smile tugging at his lips as he followed the next clue. His destination: the local fish store, the place where he had first asked Y/n out. It was funny how everything between them had started with fish—of all things—and how it somehow kept coming back to that.

As he made his way there, his mind drifted to the memory of that day. It had been such a simple moment, yet one that would change everything.

They’d been friends for a while by then, ever since their bizarre first meeting at the park. One random afternoon, they decided to hit up the fish store, both excited to pick out new decorations for their tanks—another shared hobby that seemed almost too on-the-nose for how they met. Y/n had been going on and on about clownfish at the time, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she explained something about their bright colors and personalities. He could still picture it so clearly—the way her voice had this melodic, enthusiastic rhythm to it whenever she talked about something she loved.

And then, mid-sentence, he’d just... blurted it out. “Hey, do you want to go out sometime?”

Her mouth had frozen, halfway through a sentence about coral, her eyes widening in surprise. And then she’d smiled—her warm, radiant smile that always made his heart skip a beat. “You’re asking me out... in a fish store?”

He had laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, but that didn’t stop the blush creeping up his cheeks. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

To his relief, she had said yes, and the fish store became one of those special, unspoken landmarks in their relationship. It was where everything started to change between them.

As he got closer to the fish store, still lost in thought, Leehan was brought back to reality by a sudden thud in front of him. A little boy, no more than five or six, had fallen onto the sidewalk, his hands scraped and knees banged up.

“Hey, you alright, buddy?” Leehan asked, instantly crouching down to help the kid to his feet. The little boy looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to hold back tears.

“I-I’m okay,” the boy sniffled, wiping his face.

“You’ve got this,” Leehan reassured him, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “Just walk it off, you’ll be good in no time.”

With a quick thank you, the boy hurried off toward his mother, and Leehan smiled to himself, feeling pretty good about helping out.

What he didn’t know was that, just a few steps behind him, Jaehyun was tailing him in the ridiculous balloon molly costume, texting updates to Y/n.

He just helped a kid who fell down. Didn't even notice me. On to the next stop, Jaehyun sent, feeling both proud of his stealth and embarrassed by his fishy outfit.

Finally arriving at the fish store, Leehan pushed open the door, a familiar bell chiming as he stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room, but they immediately froze on the sight standing in the middle of the store.

There, decked out in an oversized, shiny zebrafish costume, was Sungho.

For a second, Leehan could only blink in disbelief. Sungho looked both mortified and ridiculous, standing in the middle of the fish store in an absurdly shiny fish suit. Unable to help himself, Leehan burst into laughter, leaning forward as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Hyung,” he gasped between chuckles, “I can't believe she got you to do this.”

Sungho crossed his arms, his cheeks red even beneath the costume. “Happy birthday, Leehan. I feel super embarrassed, but your girlfriend can be really persuasive, apparently.”

“She really can,” Leehan said, still laughing, but offering a half-apologetic smile as he accepted the next clue from Sungho.

As he unfolded the paper, Sungho sighed dramatically, rubbing his eyes through the costume head. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Nope,” Leehan grinned as he read the third clue:

Clue #3: Go to the place where we had our first kiss! <3

He chuckled softly, folding the note and tucking it into his pocket. This treasure hunt was turning into one of the best days he could remember.

With a quick goodbye and another round of laughter at Sungho's fishy predicament, Leehan headed out of the store and off to the next spot—his heart full, knowing each clue was bringing him closer to Y/n.

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Leehan was on his way to the cinema, the spot where he and Y/n had shared their first kiss. It was a memory that always brought a smile to his face—nostalgic and sweet, wrapped up in that first burst of excitement that came when everything between them shifted.

Unbeknownst to him, Jaehyun, still dressed as a balloon molly fish, and Sungho, in the ridiculously shiny zebrafish outfit, were tailing him from a distance, whispering back and forth and trying to remain as inconspicuous as two grown men dressed as fish could be.

"I can't believe how distracted he gets," Jaehyun muttered, ducking behind a lamppost as Leehan stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a random street performer juggling knives. "We're supposed to be following him, and he's over there watching... this."

"Yeah," Sungho sighed, rubbing the oversized zebrafish head. "At this rate, we'll be out here all day."

Leehan, completely unaware of the spectacle behind him, stayed transfixed for another minute, watching the juggler nearly drop a knife and then recover just in time. He smiled to himself before finally turning back to his path and continuing toward the cinema. His two group members exchanged a look of relief before following again, each step feeling more ridiculous in their costumes.

Along the way, it wasn’t just street performers that caught his attention. At one point, he stopped to admire a cute dog being walked by an elderly woman, then got briefly sidetracked by a vending machine with some unusual snacks he hadn’t seen before. His friends groaned behind him, shaking their heads.

"Why is he like this?" Jaehyun whispered, adjusting the balloon molly suit as another passerby gave them a strange look. "He's like a toddler on a field trip."

After what felt like an eternity of random distractions, Leehan finally made his way to the cinema. He walked up to the entrance, scanning the area with a curious smile, knowing exactly what to expect. And there, standing in front of the cinema in the most ridiculous outfit yet—a boxfish costume—was Riwoo.

Eyes widening, Leehan burst out laughing for the third time that day. “No way, hyung, you’re actually in a boxfish suit?”

Riwoo gave him a sheepish smile, lifting his hand in a mock salute. “Happy birthday, Donghyun. Also, just so you know, people keep thinking I’m a mascot for some animated movie. I’ve been asked for, like, ten pictures already.”

"That's amazing," Leehan said, still chuckling as he walked up to him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re living this down for a while.”

Riwoo rolled his eyes but handed over the next clue, clearly relieved to get on with it. “Here you go, Leehan. I gotta say, though, this costume is something else. But, hey, it’s for you.”

Leehan grinned, unfolding the next clue. As he read it, his smile softened, warmth spreading through him as he saw the next destination:

Clue #4: Go to our favorite café.

Looking up from the note, he gave Riwoo a pat on the back—or rather, the side of his boxfish suit. “You look great. Thanks for doing this, seriously.”

“You can thank Y/n for all of this,” Riwoo said, giving him a knowing look. “She’s got us all running around in fish costumes for you.”

Laughing, Leehan stuffed the clue in his pocket, feeling excitement bubbling up in his chest. With a nod of thanks, he headed off to the café, the next stop on this unforgettable treasure hunt.

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As Leehan made his way toward the café, a light breeze swept through the street, carrying the familiar smell of freshly baked bread from nearby shops. He grinned, already looking forward to seeing what Woonhak or Taesan would be dressed as, knowing the next clue awaited him.

But, as was becoming tradition, distractions came along the way.

First, it was a street artist painting a vibrant mural on the side of a building. He stopped mid-step, eyes lingering on the colors splashed across the wall. "That's... actually really cool," he muttered to himself, taking in the intricate details.

Behind him, Jaehyun, still wearing his balloon molly costume, let out a long sigh. "We’ve been following him for, like, half an hour, and this is the third thing he’s stopped for."

"At this rate, we’re never getting to the café," groaned Sungho, adjusting his uncomfortable zebrafish suit. "How does he get distracted by everything? It’s like he’s trying to take the scenic route on purpose."

Riwoo, who had just joined them in his boxfish outfit, chuckled softly. "This is Leehan, guys. You should know by now that he can’t resist interesting stuff."

With one last glance at the mural, Leehan continued walking, his excitement renewed as he finally reached the familiar café. From outside, he spotted Taesan through the large glass window, slouched over at a table, his head hanging in defeat. The bright blue tang fish costume he wore made him impossible to miss.

Leehan pushed open the door to the café and walked in, making a beeline for Taesan. As he approached, he noticed just how defeated Taesan looked, head still down, face hidden under the bright blue fish head.

Sliding into the seat across from him, Leehan grinned. "Hey, buddy. How’s it going?"

Taesan lifted his head slowly, his face an expression of pure exasperation. "Happy birthday, man." He handed over a folded piece of paper—the next clue—before adding, "Just know that I never, ever want to do this again. This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done."

Leehan couldn’t hold back his laughter, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "You look amazing, though. I mean, really, you’re pulling off that fish look."

Taesan shook his head, groaning. "You say that now, but I’ve been sitting here for the past twenty minutes, and three different people have asked me if I’m a mascot for an aquarium."

Still laughing, Leehan opened the clue, scanning the words with growing excitement:

Clue #5: Head to your dorm!

"Guess I’m heading back to the dorm," he said, grinning as he folded the note and stood up.

Before leaving, Leehan gave Taesan a final pat on the back. "I’ll make sure to tell Y/n how much you loved this costume."

"Please don’t," Taesan mumbled, sinking deeper into his seat as the bright blue tang fish head wobbled slightly. "Just go."

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As Leehan made his way to the dorms, the evening sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the pavement. Despite the excitement of the birthday treasure hunt, his attention kept wandering—first to a group of students playing frisbee, then to a brightly colored mural someone was spray-painting nearby. He even stopped to pick up a stray piece of paper that floated by, staring at it like it might hold the next clue.

Behind him, Jaehyun, Sungho, Riwoo, and now Taesan, all clad in their ridiculous fish costumes, trailed discreetly but not-so-patiently.

"Why can't we just take off these stupid costumes?" Taesan groaned, pulling at the head of his blue tang suit as he tried to hide behind a lamppost. His face burned with embarrassment as a few students passed by, staring and giggling.

"We’ve come this far," Jaehyun, still dressed as the balloon molly, smirked. "If I’m warming up to this fish life, then so are you. We're all in this together."

"I think he’s starting to like the costume too much," Sungho whispered, adjusting his zebrafish costume with an exaggerated sigh. "I mean, we all knew he was a little weird."

"At least we’re almost there," Riwoo added, half-hiding behind a tree while adjusting his boxfish suit. "But seriously, how does he keep getting distracted? The dorms are right there!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of random stops and side glances, Leehan reached the familiar dorm building. He pushed open the door and walked in, grateful to escape the ever-growing distractions of campus life.

As he stepped into the dorm, he was greeted by a surprise. Sitting proudly on the couch, dressed in an oversized, plush corydoras fish costume, was the youngest member of his group, Woonhak. His wide grin stretched from ear to ear, the fish suit flopping around as he excitedly jumped to his feet.

"Happy birthday, hyung!" Woonhak exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he rushed over, nearly tripping on his own fins. "I’ve been waiting forever in this thing!"

Eyes widening in disbelief, Leehan couldn’t help but laugh. "You're the lucky one, staying in here all cozy while everyone else is out in public like this."

Woonhak beamed, still proud of his part in the treasure hunt. He handed over a small envelope to Leehan. "Here’s your last clue!"

Leehan took the envelope, still laughing, and gave Woonhak a pat on the back. "I gotta say, though, this costume’s a good look for you."

"Don't even start," Woonhak blushed, tugging at the corydoras fin that dangled over his shoulder.

Opening the envelope, Leehan pulled out the final note, his anticipation growing as he read the words aloud:

Clue #6: Head to your favorite place.

He glanced up, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly where to go.

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Leehan walked with a bounce in his step, following the clue to what he assumed was his favorite place. His five members, still awkwardly trailing behind him in their ridiculous fish costumes, exchanged glances from a safe distance.

"Is he going the wrong way?" Sungho asked, his head tilting in confusion as they watched Leehan take a turn that clearly wasn’t toward the aquarium.

"Uh, yeah, that’s not it," Riwoo sighed. "He’s heading back to the apartment."

"Should we stop him?" Taesan was ready to jump out from behind a nearby tree and drag him in the right direction, but Jaehyun grabbed his arm and shook his head.

"Let’s just see how this plays out," he smirked. "He’ll figure it out eventually."

Reluctantly, Taesan dropped his hands and followed suit, still grumbling as they kept their distance. Sure enough, Leehan walked right past the aquarium, headed back to the shared apartment he lived in with Y/n.

"I told you he’s going the wrong way!" Taesan hissed in frustration.

The group huddled around a corner, watching as Leehan entered the apartment building. They stood there, waiting with bated breath, whispering between themselves about how long he’d take. After a few minutes, Leehan reemerged from the building, looking around curiously, scratching his head.

"What’s he doing now?" Woonhak asked, wide-eyed.

"I have no clue, but let’s just follow him," Riwoo said, and with that, they resumed their stealthy pursuit.

At first, it seemed like Leehan was wandering aimlessly, getting distracted by every little thing, but then the streets grew more familiar, the landmarks more recognizable. His five members, still in their fish costumes, let out a collective sigh of relief.

"There we go, he’s finally heading the right way," Sungho muttered.

Approaching the large, glassy entrance of the aquarium, Leehan smiled as he spotted Y/n, waiting by the entrance with a soft grin on her face. The moment their eyes met, she ran to him, her hair bouncing lightly as she crossed the space between them.

Without hesitation, Leehan pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder as she laughed.

"Happy birthday," she whispered into his ear.

"Thanks," he murmured back, his arms still around her. "Your plan’s been amazing so far."

"I know," she smirked, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "Your members kept messaging me, though. They said you kept getting distracted. And, apparently, you went back to the apartment instead of coming here."

Leehan chuckled, shaking his head. "The clue said to go to my favorite place. And honestly, my favorite place is wherever you are. So that’s why I went back."

Y/n blushed, her expression softening at his words. She looked over his shoulder and called out loudly, "Alright, you guys can come out now!"

The bushes nearby rustled, and one by one, his five members awkwardly emerged, still clad in their fish costumes. Taesan, looking thoroughly defeated in his blue tang suit, glared at Leehan, who burst out laughing at the sight of them all.

"You’re still wearing those?" Leehan teased, his grin wide. "Especially you, Taesan... I know you hate it."

"I’m never doing this again," Taesan grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

"I don’t know, I think I’m starting to like mine," Jaehyun said with a wink, striking a playful pose in his balloon molly costume.

Y/n grinned and turned to the group. "Thank you all so much for going along with this ridiculous plan. I promise to treat you all to dinner after this."

Sungho let out a sigh of relief, pulling at his costume. "You better. I’ve had more people ask me for pictures than I can count."

With a laugh, Leehan slung his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, leaning in close. "Well, let’s not keep the fish waiting any longer," he joked.

Leehan, Y/n, and the five members, still in their fish suits, made their way inside the aquarium, drawing a few curious stares but laughing all the way. It was a birthday Leehan would never forget.

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BONEDO . . . IMAGINES ⭑.ᐟ

BOYNEXTDOOR ,, when you are on your period.

( OT6 ) ‘ earth , wind , fire & being a woman ’

contains ‼️ : slight kissing ( for legal line ) , mentions of blood , jokes , overall fluffs , embarrassing moments.

a/n : the leehan one being this short should honestly be criminal 😔 but I couldn’t write. Anyways! I hope you enjoy! 🥺 I honestly think they’re really cute and I might do more imagines in the future.

link to my masterlist . . . !

JAEHYUN ‹𝟹 | 재현

Even though the two of you have been dating for a while, your period is something you wanted to keep to yourself for as long as you could. But this week you couldn’t. You’ve been spending the week with Jaehyun at his place. Playing video games, cooking together, telling jokes and overall enjoying your time until it was time for his schedules to get back to normal.

You were cuddling on the couch when all of a sudden, you felt a liquid slide down your leg after Jaehyun told a joke that almost made you piss your pants. “What?” He asked curiously as he leaned up to you. You widened your eyes and shook your head. “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll.. uh be right back!” You jump up, turning yourself away from the man, running to the bathroom and there it was, like the Red Sea in your panties. Mentally face palming. How could you be so stupid as to miss the signs.

You sat on the toilet, deciding on what to do before just getting out of your mind. He’s your boyfriend, he’ll understand right?

But before you could even say anything you heard the soft knock on the door followed by your name. “Y/n? Are you okay?” The male asked, his voice being muffled by the door.

“No- I’m bleeding!” You say, your face flustered, your hands on your cheeks to cool the spots down. “Bleeding?? Did you get hurt??!” The male asked, rattling the doorknob. “Wait-! No! I’m okay! Don’t.. I don’t want you to see!” You about as he stops.

“What happened Y/n.”

“I got my period..” you shyly admit, clearing your throat. “Oh- okay..” he says. There’s a slight silence before you hear his feet step away. At few minutes felt like a couple of hours before you heard the male come back, gently sliding a basket with newly packaged underwear, a pad and some wipes carefully through the doors crack. “Here, you left in the laundry and I washed them” he spoke before shutting the door. Thank god for you spending the week over.

After you wiped yourself, making sure to clean everywhere and fold your dirty clothes up so he wouldn’t see the mess that was made, you changed your panties and threw on his shorts since your pants got ruined in the process, you slowly made your way out of the bathroom and to the livingroom after discarding your dirty clothes where the two of you were cuddling.

Jaehyun opened his arms which you gladly, yet cautiously sat beside him. “Feeling better now?” The male asked, his hand returning to its proper place on your waist. “Yeah, thank you Jae..” you mumbled. “Now what are awesome boyfriends for? This is the bare minimum doll.”

SUNGHO ‹𝟹 | 성호

Sungho smiled as he adjusted the camera to look at you and to make sure you were in frame. “Is it good?” You asked before waving your hands. “Yeah, stay still so I can get a good picture!” He stated as you nodded, posing you heard the camera shutter. A couple of times actually.

You and Sungho finally decided to take the art date you both so much wanted and deserved. Coming back from the panting, you linked your arms with his as he gently took your bag. The one you carried, but were used to him taking and carrying it for you.

“My angel won’t carry anything as long as I have my arms” he spoke. The words ringing in your head which made you smile. All of the sudden, you felt a liquid spill down your legs. “Babe.. I need to use the restroom” you said, gently tugging onto his arm. He nodded and looked around, spotting the bathroom and leading you to the ladies room.

“I’ll be right out” you spoke softly before walking into the restroom and entering a stall, sitting down and sighing. Your period had started about 3 days ago, this was the last day of such a heavy flow. After pulling off the pad, your mind searched for the bag that Sungho was holding. “Shit..” you mumbled to yourself. “Sungho!” You whispered shouted. Hopefully he was able to hear you. But seeing as no one said anything back, you tried again. “Sungho!” You yelled a little louder, still no answer.

You leaned slightly against the back of the toilet seat. Remembering your phone in your pocket as you took it out and dialed his number.

“Angel? Why are you calling me?” The male asked. “I’m uh.. on my period and I need my bag..”. “You want me to come in the bathroom??” The male asked. “Yes-! I need it. Please~” you pleaded, gently biting on your inner cheek before the phone call was hanged up.

After a few seconds, you heard a couple of shuffling foot steps. “Y/n?” You heard the male whisper yell. “Thank god no one is in the bathroom.. which stall are you in?” The male asked. “This one..!” You responded before he gently hung the bag over the door as you grabbed it. “Thank you, you’re a life saver.” “No problem angel, I’ll be waiting outside again” he mumbled before making his way slowly out the door.

You hummed in response before waiting for him to leave as you hurriedly clean yourself and change your pad. All you were truthfully thankful was that no one was in the bathroom with you at the time. You quickly discarded of the trash and came out, wrapping the bag around your arm, washing your hands and meeting Sungho back on the outside where his hands quickly came up to grab your bag and swing it on his shoulders, his hand holding yours.

“Feel better?” The male asked as you nod and smile. “Amazing, what do you want to eat?” You ask, resting your head on one of his broad shoulders as you both walk. “Let’s try the new cafe down the street, I hear that dark chocolate is good for cramps” he smiles.

How considerate.

RIWOO ‹𝟹 | 리오

You and Riwoo got to the company building early, practicing dances with each other. A sort of love language the two of you always shared. Even after 6 months of dating. The only thing you didn’t share was the fact that you got periods. Though you were sure Riwoo already knew that and bout them.

But it was still something you didn’t share, not because of that but your shyness to the subject. You were in the dance practice, warming up, sitting on the hard wood floor as Riwoo came back with both of your thermos water bottles filled up with water.

“Ready~?” He sang, smiling as he handed you the water as you gladly took it and took a sip, popping a pain reliever into your mouth, taking it down with the water. “Mhm, as ready as I’ll ever be” you spoke.

Riwoo smiled and helped you off the floor after you sat your bottle down as he walked over to the music and turned it on.

Throughout your practice Riwoo was nothing but helpful. Making sure you were on the right lead before starting with another dance. One thing about Riwoo was that he was passionate about dancing and would do whatever it took to get you there. Riwoo helped you with dance steps, putting his hands on your waist to guide you in certain moves. Your face blushing but it passed off as a sweaty and just heated face in general.

It been a couple hours since practice, you used the last bit of your tampons, since you found those a bit more comfortable to dance in. “Damn..” you slightly mumbled to yourself. You felt gross, you were sweaty and you needed to change. Asap.

You linked hands with your boyfriend, your demeanor changed from your normal talkative state to being quiet so he knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong baby?” The male asked, humming as you both swung your hands. You twitched a bit. “Uh.. it’s nothing” you shook your head as the two of you walked down the street.

“I know it’s something, talk to me.” He responded, the two of your strides slowing down to where you were basically moving one mine per hour. “I feel dirty..” you mumbled shyly. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back to our place soon.. you can shower first~ or we could shower toge-“ he started but you shook your head. “That dirty, but I’m not talking about that dirty.. I uh, ran out of pads.. and tampons” you admitted.

Riwoo looked at you, head slightly tilted but then the lightbulb went off in his head. “Oh- yeah okay right. There’s a store down the street, i can buy you some more.” He smiled and gently took your arm, his strides speeding up, you slightly stumbling but following after him.

“No it’s okay- i can bu-“ you started but he shook his head. “I might not know much, but if my world needs anything, I can buy it.” Riwoo spoke. You blushed and followed him down to the convenience store.

Riwoo looked through the aisle until he found the ones you used, “these right?” He asked as you nodded shyly. You knew his mom raised a good man if she taught him about periods. The handheld basket he grabbed slowly started to fill up with pads, tampons, snacks and medicine. The male was determined to make the rest of your day a relaxing one. Getting to the counter he paid and you stayed silently yet admiring behind him. Admiring the male he was.

When the two of you got back to your place, you showered first and got yourself changed as he let you relax on the bed before he went to shower himself. You flipped through the channels, finding a documentary to watch while you waited. Once he got out and came to the bed, he gently placed a couple of kisses on your stomach and cheek before you laid your head on his chest.

“Don’t ever be shy to tell me something like that again.. I’m here for anything and everything you will need” the male spoke as you nodded softly. “You’re the best boyfriend.”

TAESAN ‹𝟹 | 태산

You were sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, Taesan in the music room, letting him listen to music and work on the songs he wanted to. You didn’t mind being with him and he loved you being there. He called you his ‘ muse ‘. So you enjoyed coming and hearing the amazing things he was making.

It was truly music to your ears.

You shifted slightly uncomfortably in his lap, feeling a bit of blood rush from between your legs. The feeling making you shift once again. Feeling bad about the continuous shifting. Which you could tell Taesan noticed.

“Y/n babe? You good?” He asked as he removed one side of the headphones from his ear to be able to hear your response. “Yeah.. I’m all good” you spoke. But he knew better than that. “Seriously?” He asked, his voice soft but his tone serious. “Yeah..” you mumbled as he nodded and played the music in his headphone, bringing it back.

His hand wrapped around your waist, gently squeezing your waist in a soothing manner to try and help your shifting. But as you felt another bit of blood gush you shifted again which caused Taesan to stop and look at you. Now he knew something was wrong.

“Babe?” He asked and you looked at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked before you sighed and gently got off his lap, standing there slightly embarrassed. “I’m on my period, I’m just.. it feels weird~” you slightly complained as he chuckled a little bit. “Babe, you’re fine. You can talk to me and I’m not a stranger to it” he said reassuringly as he took off the headphones.

Taesan spun the chair towards you and pulled you in by your waist, his chin resting gently on the top of your stomach, “want to get food then go home?” The male asked. “What about your music?”

“That can wait.” He spoke as he slide back, standing up and taking your hand. You smiled, blushing slightly at your boyfriend’s willingness to have your comfort over his hobby. He took your hand and grabbed the bag he carried his equipment with. Making sure everything was turned off before the two of you walked out of the building with you.

The two of you finally made it back to your apartment where you were able to change your clothes into something comfortable, preferably your boyfriend’s hoodie. He was sat on the couch, having ordered your favorite food. Soft tunes playing in the background as you made your way onto the males lap, facing him as he smiled. His perfect teeth shining at you.

You pressed a small kiss to his lips as his hands grabbed your waist. He kissed you back, a smile being let out against the kiss.

You pulled away and looked at him, your arms wrapped around his neck as his long fingers tapped rhythms on the small of your back.

“I’m glad you finally let me know about your period, that way I can know about it for my little sister when she visits.” The male chuckled a little and you nodded, returning a smile back into your face. “I’ll make sure to keep the bathroom stocked for her then” you laughed.

LEEHAN ‹𝟹 | 이한

You looked in awe at the small fish swimming around in the aquarium. You’d picked up the knowledge of fish to have a better understanding of what Leehan would be talking about to you.

It was cute how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about them, so you didn’t mind it. He was holding your hand tightly as to keep you close, hand in hand swinging as he walked down the path of the aquarium. Your eyes wandered around to the exhibits, holding onto the small whale stuffed animal he bought for you before the two of you entered.

Leehan hummed as he held the bag that had your pads and a couple of pain relievers in it. You told him earlier about being on your period. He insisted that the two of you skip the aquarium date, because he knew how heavy periods could be, or how annoying they can get whenever you’re doing too much.

But you insisted that the two of you go and have fun. Leehan was super mature with it. Having grown up with an older sister, he was a little more prepared than the rest of his friends on that subject.

You changed yourself in the bathroom. Leehan stood next to the stall, handing you the bag under it before he made his exit out of the bathroom. You finished what needed to be done, washed your hands and met with him outside the bathroom.

He made sure to check up on you multiple times. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Do you need to take your medicine?” He’d asked again after he seen you stop, but it was only for you to toe your shoes. You adored his charisma. “No handsome, I’m okay” you’d reply, but he made sure to keep a close eye.

He’d even step behind you to look at your butt to make sure you didn’t bleed through any of your pants or fabric. Though it looked to other people as if he was checking you out.

Good thing for that.

“Wait- these are so cute. I want one!” You said excitedly as you finally made it to the beluga whale exhibit. Your boyfriend laughed at your excitement and gently shook his head. “Sorry, they won’t let us take those home, but..” he started before you looked at him with a small frown on your face.

“Hm?” You asked.

“How about we get a blue fish and name is beluga?” He suggested before chuckling at your reaction.

The rest of the date went amazing. You ate good food, enjoyed your times looking at fish, whales, sharks, penguins, stingrays and flamingos and throughout the whole time. Enjoying the company of your boyfriend before his busy schedule took him away again.

WOONHAK ‹𝟹 | 우학

Woonhak bounced the ball as you both walked through the silver gates. The basketball court being empty. Since the day was a bit gloomy. But that was better for the both of you.

The two of you had only been dating for a month, and you haven’t had the time nor the courage to tell your boyfriend that you had gotten your period, even though it was still new to you as well.

“Ready to play?!” He asked excitedly as you looked at him, finish the pain reliever after taking a sip of water. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” He gently patted your shoulder, readying himself up at the 3 point line, tossing the ball to you as you catch it and throw it back to him.

The two of you played the game to your hearts content, making in goals and goals after shots. You panted slightly as he ran up to you and shot the ball into the goal.

“It’s no fair, you’re so much taller than me..!” You shouted, nothing serious behind your tone as he laughed. “Get taller than” he replied as you rolled your eyes, shoving him and taking the ball as he gasped. You laughed, running to the goal, bouncing the ball on the ground and scoring in.

“Hey-! Y/n, you’re bleeding the male said to you as you gasped. You must’ve bled through your pants. You stopped in your tracks, covering your face. Woonhak looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he came up to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as you couldn’t bare to look at him. Your face was red. Too red. “What happened?” He asked, taking his jacket from the bench and tying it around your waist.

After a few moments of silence, you removed your hands from your face and looked at the curious yet stressed out male. His hair sticking to his forehead.

“I’m on my period..” you mumbled before he looked at you. He wasn’t too familiar with it but he did know about the pads his mom kept in their bathroom.

“God this is so embarrassing..!” You shrieked as he gently shook his head and came to you, walking you to the bench before grabbing your bag and slanging it over his shoulder.

Woonhak then led you back to his place across the street where you were able to wash and change yourself. Woonhak finding a pair of his jogging pants that would fit you. His mother gave you a bit more advice on periods and how to keep up yourself. She fixed you, Woonhak and his younger sister some food. You were thankful you could get rid of the embarrassing memory of it.

#fanfic #kpop fanfic #boynextdoor #kpop ff #kpopidol #kpop #bonedo #taesan #leehan #jaehyun #woonhak #park sungho #riwoo #bnd #bnd x reader #bnd imagines #bnd fluff #periods #kpop imagines

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miumura · 3 months ago

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SHE GETS HER WAY ｡｡｡ 보이넥스트도어 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 ) ﹕ gf privilege with boynextdoor

──── 0t6!boynextdoor x f ! r ╱ ⌕ est. relationship, fluff ∿ w. none, they are just cuties wc. 0.7K+ ( 757 ) ｡｡ first post of 2025 😚 !! ( many more bnd works to come! ) happy new years everyone !! i am so thankful for everyone && i hope that 2025 treats you well and also becomes your year 🤍 !!

❛❛ 💬 ❞ 𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛 > 𓂃 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 ⋮ 🪽

MYUNG JAEHYUN freely allowing you to bother him

no matter what kind of tricks you could pull, he never seems to get even a little bit annoyed. in fact, it's almost as if he adores you even more because of your antics. sometimes, it leaves you wondering if anything could tick him off at all. in reality, he might just play hard to get purposefully just to watch you persistently ask for something he would do for you without a second thought—no matter what it was. he just finds it rather cute when you're so determined to make him do something that you want. you wouldn’t even notice it’s an act until you see his wide grin as he finally “gives” in. so really, there's no need to beg for anything—you’re his weak spot, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

PARK SUNGHO dragging him into doing silly trends

regardless how silly he may think the tiktok you just showed him is, there’s such a low chance for him to say no. almost all of the time, you’d catch him saying yes. to his defense, how could he say no to someone like you? he loves seeing that spark of excitement in your eyes and can’t help but smile as you eagerly set up for the video you’re about to record. sungho, without a doubt, would just look at you with so much love as you tie that pink ribbon around him, adoring and cheesing over you internally.

LEE SANGHYEOK random physical touch

he doesn’t dislike physical touch, however, he will get all tensed up if someone were to randomly give it to him without warning. but with you? that’s a complete different story—poke at him, wrap your arms around him, or even smother him with affection, and he'd let it happen without a single complaint. if you wanted it, he’d simply give it to you. regardless, it’s a win-win situation for him—you’d get all the physical touch you want and he gets pampered with your sweet kisses and hugs. let’s say, there was always a motive all along—one that leaves him content with getting to keep you as close as possible.

HAN DONGMIN taking his belongings without asking

the first time he saw you wearing one of his hoodies, he could’ve sworn he fell even harder for you. sure, he’s the type who usually prefers when people ask before borrowing his things, but seeing you in it? that was a whole different story. it brought an instant smile to his face, one he couldn’t hide even if he tried. from that moment on, he’s never refused you—or asked for anything back. need to borrow his phone for a bit? go ahead. want to wear that accessory he cherishes so much? it’s yours. he’s just that down bad for you. honestly, it doesn’t matter how long it’s out of his sight because as long as it’s with you, he’s at ease. he trusts you completely—and maybe, just maybe, he secretly loves the reminder that he’s yours.

KIM DONGHYUN you have all of his attention

safe to say, you have the leehan completely swooned. you could be distracting him from his game or youtube video, but the moment you call his name, it's like everything fades into the background. it’s almost as if, within a split of a second, he’d be right there for you. even when you don’t call for him, he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to check up on you. whether it’s a quick text or simply staying close within your reach, it’s more than enough to keep him content. his eyes soften the moment they land on you, almost as if he can’t help but admire the person who means the most to him. and honestly? he wouldn’t want it any other way.

KIM WOONHAK decorating his belongings

at first, he might refuse and say a few half-hearted complaints as you pulled out your sticker sheets. but the moment you stuck those tiny heart stickers on his phone case, it was game over. his heart started racing faster than he’d like to admit, and suddenly, those so-called “childish” designs didn’t seem so bad. ever since then, he’s been extra cautious with anything you’ve decorated, treating them with such care as if his life depended on it. he’s practically paranoid about getting even the tiniest scratch on them. in fact, he takes every chance he gets to proudly show them off—whether it’s his phone, notebook, or water bottle—and purposely leaves his things out in the open, secretly hoping you’ll add more. it doesn’t matter if the stickers are cute, silly, or completely random. what matters is that you’re the one who decorated them, and to him, that makes them absolutely perfect.

‘💬’ ─── new year new layout ( ? ) do we like this way of writing for hcs ??

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memorabxlia · 3 months ago

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A BIRTHDAY FIT FOR A PRINCE ━ 이한

genre: idol!au, parents!au, fluff summary: in which he surprises his family by cooking breakfast, leading to a heartfelt day of love, laughter, and of course playing prince with his daughters. warnings: terms of endearment, established relationship, idealized family life, kissing, mentions sleep and eating pairing: nonidol! leehan x fem!reader, wc: 1.3k a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEHAN, also I absolutely love this req nugget! (apologies for taking so long, I would answer your req but the answer button has seemed to vanish into thin air 😅) nets: @blossomnet @onedoornet @chrimatanet @k-labels @k-films

You wake up to an empty bed, blinking away the last remnants of sleep as you stretch. It's unusually quiet for this time in the morning, and the absence of Leehan by your side makes you frown in confusion. Your mind is still fuzzy from sleep when it hits you: it's Leehan's birthday.

"Of course," you whisper to yourself, a small smile tugging at your lips. You sit up and rub your eyes, already thinking of ways to spoil him.

But then you notice something: the unmistakable sound of clattering dishes coming from the kitchen. You get out of bed quickly, padding down the hallway in your pajamas. The scent of bacon wafts toward you, and as you turn the corner, you find Leehan standing at the stove, cooking breakfast.

"Leehan?" you ask, a bit incredulous. "What are you doing?"

He turns to you with a warm smile, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "Morning! I'm just making breakfast. Thought I'd surprise you and the girls."

You walk closer, arms crossed, and give him a playful glare. "But it's your birthday! You shouldn't be the one cooking."

He shrugs, casual and calm as always. "I wanted to. It's no big deal. You go sit with the girls. I've got this."

You huff in protest, but he's already back to focusing on the food. "Leehan," you press, moving to his side. "Seriously, let me take over. I want to do something for you today. You deserve to relax."

He shakes his head, shooting you a quick smile. "I'm fine, really. I like doing this. Go sit down; spend some time with the kids."

You roll your eyes but don't push it further. There's something endearing about how he never lets you fuss over him, even on his birthday. "Fine," you grumble, throwing your hands up. "But you're going to let me spoil you later."

"We'll see," he replies with a chuckle.

You shake your head, making your way to the living room where your two little girls are already awake and playing with their toys on the floor. They light up when they see you.

"Mommy!" your oldest, Mina, calls out, abandoning her dolls to rush over to you. Her twin sister, Minji, follows close behind.

"Morning, sweethearts," you say, kneeling down to hug them both. "Did you say good morning to Daddy?"

Mina nods enthusiastically. "He's making pancakes!"

"I know, but it's Daddy's birthday. Don't you think Mommy should be the one cooking?"

They both shake their heads in unison, giggling.

"Daddy's pancakes are the best," Mina declares confidently.

You laugh and ruffle her hair. "Well, you're not wrong there."

A few minutes later, Leehan calls out from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"

You usher the girls to the table, where Leehan has laid out plates of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. It looks amazing, as always.

You sit down next to Mina while Minji climbs into the seat across from you. "Thanks, babe," you say, appreciating the spread.

"No problem," Leehan says, taking a seat. "Dig in."

The four of you start eating, the chatter between bites filling the room with warmth. The girls are old enough to feed themselves, though you keep an eye on them just in case. You take a moment to appreciate the scene: your little family sitting together, enjoying a simple breakfast. It feels... perfect.

After a while, you glance over at Leehan and ask, "So, birthday boy, what do you want to do today?"

He pauses, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. "I was thinking we could have a family day. I don't get much time with you all because of work, and I just want to relax with my girls today."

Your heart swells at his words, and you smile softly. "That sounds perfect."

Mina, always quick with suggestions, perks up. "We should watch a movie!"

Minji nods eagerly. "Yeah, a movie!"

You laugh, knowing exactly what's coming. "I bet I can guess which movie."

Mina grins, bouncing in her seat. "Frozen!"

Of course. You've seen it a million times, but you can't deny how much the girls love it.

"Well, it is Daddy's birthday," you remind them. "Maybe we should let him pick?"

But Leehan shakes his head, smiling. "Frozen sounds good to me."

The girls cheer in unison, and you chuckle, knowing you're in for yet another viewing of the animated classic. "Alright, Frozen it is."

Once everyone finishes eating, you all head to the living room. Mina and Minji race ahead, practically launching themselves onto the couch, while you and Leehan follow more slowly, hand in hand.

"I'm still going to do something for you today," you insist as you settle next to him on the couch.

He squeezes your hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Just being with you all is enough."

The movie starts, and before long, the familiar songs and scenes fill the room. You glance over at the girls, both of them completely captivated, and then at Leehan, who seems just as content watching them as the movie itself.

It doesn't take long for the soothing sounds of the movie to lull you into a doze. The comfort of the moment, the warmth of your family, it all pulls you under.

When you wake up, you blink groggily and realize the room is much quieter than it should be. Sitting up, you notice that the couch is empty. Mina, Minji, and Leehan are nowhere to be seen.

"Where'd they go?" you mumble to yourself, standing up and stretching. You wander through the house, checking the kitchen, the hallway, and finally making your way to the girls' room.

When you peek inside, the sight before you makes your heart melt. There, in the middle of the room, is Leehan, sitting on the floor with Mina and Minji. They've pulled out their dress-up clothes, and Leehan is fully participating in the game. He's wearing a plastic crown, a cape made of a pink blanket, and the girls are twirling around him in princess dresses.

You stifle a laugh, watching from the doorway as Mina adjusts the crown on Leehan's head.

"You're the prince, Daddy!" she declares proudly.

"And we're the princesses!" Minji adds, spinning in her gown.

Leehan looks at them both with pure adoration in his eyes. "Well, if I'm the prince, I guess I have to protect the princesses, right?"

Mina nods seriously. "Yes, from dragons!"

Leehan puts on a mock-serious face. "Dragons? Oh no! Where are they?"

The girls giggle, running around the room as if they're being chased by invisible dragons, while Leehan pretends to battle them off with a toy sword.

You lean against the doorframe, watching the three of them with a mix of amusement and affection. This is exactly why you love him so much. Even on his birthday, he's putting the girls first, making their day as magical as possible.

After a few more minutes of watching the playful scene unfold, you finally step into the room. "And what's going on in here?" you ask, grinning.

Minji runs over to you, grabbing your hand. "Mommy! Daddy's the prince, and we're playing princesses!"

You raise an eyebrow at Leehan, who just shrugs, still wearing the ridiculous crown. "I couldn't say no."

You laugh, kneeling down to join them. "Well, it looks like you're doing a great job as prince."

He grins, reaching out to pull you into the game. "Care to join us, my lady?"

You roll your eyes but play along, taking his hand. "Of course, your highness."

The rest of the day is spent in pure joy—playing, laughing, and enjoying the kind of simple, precious moments that make everything worth it.

Later, after the girls have been tucked into bed, you and Leehan sit together on the couch, exhausted but content. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Today was perfect," you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head softly. "It was, wasn't it?"

You smile to yourself, feeling incredibly lucky to have this little family, to have him. "Happy birthday, baby."

He squeezes your hand gently. "Thank you. For everything."

And in that quiet moment, as the house falls into peaceful silence, you realize that this is exactly how birthdays should be—filled with love, laughter, and the people who matter most.

❥﹒ boynextdoor taglist: @minkilicious @dobbiesvvorld

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nicholasluvbot · 10 days ago

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BE MY LITTLE SECRETㅤ ◞ ㅤ 愛 ★ ❜ㅤ ― 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁, 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂'𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

ㅤ✿ ´ㅤ ── 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ｡

𝑓 ｡ ◞ 1700ㅤ❝ ― 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 >< 𝖻𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 🖇 𝖣𝗂𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸

SUNGHO

sungho does not deserve this. one second, he’s lying peacefully on your bed, head in your lap as you mess with his hair, and the next, he’s being shoved into your closet because your friends have suddenly decided to show up unannounced.

“you owe me,” he grits out as his lovely girlfriend pushes him inside and shuts the door with no mercy.

an hour. he’s stuck in there for a whole hour, broad shoulders cramped uncomfortably in the small space, forced to listen to your friends chatter away while he suffers in silence.

by the time they finally leave, he stumbles out, looking thoroughly pissed. arms crossed over his chest, lips pulled into a small pout.

“i almost died in there,” he huffs dramatically.

you do feel bad, but also… his grumpy state is adorable. reaching out, you try to touch his arm, hoping he’ll melt at your touch, but he remains as stiff as a cardboard cutout.

you say his name sweetly. “you know i didn’t have any other choice,” you explain, but sungho only frowns harder, looking everywhere except at you.

you sigh, but you know exactly how to break through his shell. standing on your tiptoes, you press a sweet kiss to his cheek. he tries to keep up the sulking act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch.

so you keep going, cupping his face and trailing soft kisses along his cheek, forehead, nose—until he’s smiling from ear to ear, his hands settling on your hips as he soaks in the affection.

“are you still mad at me?” you ask, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“yes.”

sungho isn’t mad at all, but after being trapped in that closet for way too long, he’s milking this for all it’s worth.

“but i made it up to you,” you pout.

he flops onto your bed, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “not enough.”

you smile back, leaning closer. “what do i have to do then?”

without warning, he grabs your wrist and flips you onto the bed beside him. “stay right here,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your neck, voice muffled. “and maybe let me sleep over.”

“that’s just gonna get us in more trouble,” you snort.

but you both know you’ll let him stay anyway.

RIWOO

you’re having a movie night at leehan’s place. you love them the most—cozy blankets, dim lights, and, best of all, an excuse to cuddle with riwoo while everyone else is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

you’re in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to finish, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air.

you sense a presence behind you and smile, already knowing who it is. but before you can turn, riwoo places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

“you’re taking forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

“you’re just too impatient,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

before you can react, riwoo spins you around and steals a quick kiss—soft, teasing, gone too soon. but then, he kisses you again, this time lingering.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, the scent of popcorn and his cologne making your head spin. the thrill of getting caught at any moment, if one of your friends decided to walk in, only makes you want to kiss him more.

the microwave beeps, startling you both apart. your breath is unsteady as you glance toward the living room, making sure no one is coming.

riwoo, completely unbothered, just smirks. “sit next to me,” he says, pecking your lips once more.

“what?” you blink at him, dazed.

“not taesan. me.”

he leaves first, acting like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears are red. you take a second to compose yourself before following, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and settling into the empty spot beside riwoo.

you pretend nothing happened in the kitchen, but the way he immediately leans into you, his warmth engulfing you, says otherwise.

JAEHYUN

you make your way toward the fitting room to try on a cute top you found while shopping with friends, only for jaehyun to slip in right behind you and lock the door. he wastes no time pressing you against the wall, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“jae, what are you—”

“just one kiss,” he pleads, though you both know it’s never just one. his hands slide up your waist, lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

you lose track of time, of everything except the warmth of his touch—the way his fingers slide up your back, the way his hands tangle in your hair—until both of your phones start buzzing, the group chat flooding with messages about your whereabouts.

you pull away with a gasp, chest rising and falling as reality crashes back in. jaehyun exhales, lips brushing over yours as he grins. “ignore it.”

“they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whisper, eyes darting to the persistent notifications lighting up your screen.

“mm, let them.” his thumb drags lazily over your lower lip before he leans in again.

you barely manage to stop him, pressing a hand against his chest. “jaehyun,” you scold, though your voice lacks any real conviction, “we’re gonna get caught.”

he huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “fine,” he mutters, but then he smirks, arms tightening around you for just a second. “but you owe me later.”

rolling your eyes, you push him toward the door. “whatever, just go.”

he slips out first, and you take a moment to fix your hair before following.

but as you rejoin your friends, pretending nothing happened, the way your lip gloss has vanished—and how jaehyun’s lips are looking a little shinier than usual—does not go unnoticed by them.

TAESAN

taesan loves sneaking around.

he thrives off the secrecy—the stolen glances, the brief touches, whispering things in your ear under the guise of a joke, the way no one suspects a thing (even though they totally do).

so when he suddenly pulls you into the janitor’s closet, you’re not surprised.

“taesan—”

“shh.” he smirks, backing you up against the shelves, lips grazing your ear. “don’t wanna get caught, baby.”

before you can retort, his lips are on yours—slow, teasing. his hands ghost over your waist before gripping it properly, deepening the kiss.

he’s enjoying this—his little secret, the thrill of nearly getting caught, the way you melt under his touch. he pulls back slightly, and you assume he’s about to make another teasing remark, but his words are swallowed when you grab his collar, crashing your lips against his.

your fingers tangle in his hair, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until—

rattle.

someone jiggles the door handle.

you both freeze.

“is someone in here?” a voice calls.

taesan grins. “looks like we’re stuck together, babe.”

you slap a hand over his mouth. “not the time!”

LEEHAN

leehan is a little too good at keeping things lowkey—no one suspects a thing.

he’s good at pretending you’re just friends in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he showers you with all the affection in the world.

which is why it takes you a while to notice he’s being sulky.

at first, you don’t think much of it. leehan isn’t the loudest in the group, so when he only responds with nods and one-liners, you assume he’s just in a quiet mood. but then, he doesn’t sit next to you like he normally would. doesn’t lean in to whisper jokes only you can hear. doesn’t even laugh at yours a little harder than everyone else.

that’s when you know something’s wrong.

so you pull him aside under the excuse of showing him a cool fish. your friends don’t even question it.

“alright,” you say once you’re alone, “what’s wrong?”

leehan crosses his arms, looking away. “nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow. “liar.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating whether to tell you, before mumbling, “jaehyun grabbed your arm earlier.”

you blink. “...because he got startled.”

leehan pouts. “still.”

you bite your lip, fighting back a smile. “you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

his nose scrunches. “shut up.”

you laugh, reaching for his hand. he lets you, but keeps his gaze stubbornly fixed on the fish tank.

“you know you get to do more than just hold my hand when we’re alone,” you tease, tracing abstract patterns on the back of his hand.

he swallows, trying to keep up the act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch. still, it takes more soft reassurances, a few playful pokes, and at least three compliments for his sulkiness to finally melt away.

but just as you’re about to go back, he surprises you—grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you panic, looking around to see if anyone saw. “leehan—”

he just laughs, completely unbothered. “what? they still don’t suspect a thing.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sneaky.

he takes your hand, his expression casual as ever while the group chatters away. at first, you think nothing of it—he does this often, holding onto you like it's second nature. but then—

crack.

you wince. “did you just—”

he hums in response, unfazed. crack. crack.

“woonhak!” you whisper sharply, trying not to draw attention.

“shh,” he murmurs, cracking another knuckle with ease.

you grimace at the sensation. it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s unexpected, and by the time he’s done cracking all ten of your knuckles, you’re staring at him in disbelief. you try to tug your hand away, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he shifts his grip, thumbs pressing gentle circles over your knuckles, soothing away the tension he just caused.

you turn to glare at him, ready to scold him properly, but then he smiles. that smile—the one where his lips lift a little to show his teeth, and his eyes shine with unfiltered adoration.

you sigh, any irritation melting away.

so you let him hold your hand, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ridiculous debate your friends are having.

and when, in one swift motion, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, fleeting kiss against your knuckles, you don’t even bother to pull away.

you only suppress a giggle, hoping no one else noticed.

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