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(𐙚⋆.˚) what xikers would get you for christmas !

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 4.1k w. probably curse words! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

minjae — a designer bag with tickets to an all included holiday and lingerie set.

minjae likes to spoil you. he has since the day he met you and he will till the day he dies. he wants you to feel taken care of and pampered, because you’re his princess and no one could ever change that.

“here, open this one next” he says as he hands you a large box with a bow sitting proudly in the middle. you couldn’t help but smile at how giddy he looked, feeling your heart be invaded by warmth. 

you opened the box and let out a small gasp at the sight of the very expensive looking bag. your eyes darted towards his face, watching him smile before setting aside the box and throwing your body on his. “it’s so beautiful, thank you jae”

he smiled wider and held you close to him, leaving a kiss on your cheek before speaking again “there’s more, look inside of it”

you gave him a questioning look before reaching for the bag, staying in your place between his legs as you looked inside of it. the first thing you took out was a small silk bag which you found to contain a small, beautiful set of pink lingerie.  “oh my god” you laughed softly as you looked at it.

“that one was a little selfish thinking, i have to say” he chuckled from behind you, his arms surrounding your middle as his lips found the span of your neck. 

you shook your head with humor, already itching to reach for the last thing in the bag, a white envelope with your name on it. minjae stopped his kisses as you opened it, feeling a little nervous as to what your reaction would be when you saw the contents of the envelope.

“you’re kidding me” you muttered breathlessly when you took out two plane tickets with both of your names on it “we’re going on a trip?” you asked as you looked back at him. minjae nodded at your words with a sheepish smile, letting himself laugh softly when you basically tackled him in a hug, thanking him profusely as you held onto his body.

it’s safe to say that you both thoroughly enjoyed the trip (and the lingerie).

junmin — a series of your favorite vinyls and a record player.

junmin always makes sure to get you things he knows you’ll love and use. he wants you to feel seen and listened to, so when you told him in passing how much you wanted a record player he knew he had christmas in the bag.

“these two go together,” he said as he handed you two large gifts he pulled from under the tree in your living room, watching you with a soft smile. “you can open whichever you’d like first though”

you nodded, smiling like a little kid as you grabbed the wrapped elements from his hands. you had always loved christmas, but with a boyfriend like junmin the excitement was doubled; tripled even. he always knew exactly what to get you, and you were sure it wasn’t any different this time. 

“wanna guess what it is?” he asked as he watched you with a smile of his own, leaning his body on his hands that rested on the floor. he looked like an insane mix of hot and cute with the christmas pajamas you had made him wear, and it just made the moment all more special.

“uhm… it feels like a briefcase” you said as you touched the wrapped object. what could he have gotten you that came in a briefcase? wait. junmin laughed as your eyes became wide with realization, not even letting seconds pass by before you were tearing the paper open to find a beautiful record player in your hands. “no way… wait, are those-?” you asked without being able to properly form a sentence before grabbing the second gift and unwrapping it to find multiple of your favorite records.

you looked up at your boyfriend with your jaw slack  “baby, that’s all really fucking expensive” you said with surprise laced in your voice.

“you know i don’t care about money as long as you’re happy” he smiled, his eyes twinkling like only they could.

you carefully set aside the things before launching at his body, hugging him tightly “thank you so much, i love you” you muttered, voice muffled on his chest.

“of course, my love, i love you too,” he smiled as he hugged you back.

sumin — brand new customized headphones and phone case that match his.

sumin loves to match with you. it gives him a certain feeling of belonging, it shows others that you two are together and proud of it. so when he has the chance to give you something he made and that matches with something of his, he will take the opportunity.

“i hope you like them” he smiled as he handed you a wrapped box to open.

you thanked him as you grabbed the item, not taking long before you uncovered the headphones he had bought you. you looked up at him with an astonished smile, and he urged you to open it so you could see what was inside.

he felt giddy as he watched you curiously unravel the headphones, mouth falling agape when you saw they were covered in little doodles that were drawn by no other than your own boyfriend. you looked up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter. “they’re so cool, babe, thank you so much” 

he nodded with a proud smile as he reached behind him to grab his own headphones from the coffee table, placing them next to yours “i remembered you told me that you liked mine, so i made it so the drawings matched” he pointed at certain doodles that seemed to complete each other, as well as two little characters who looked like they were having a conversation.

“that’s so cute, i love it, thank you” you smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. 

he smiled and stole a peck from your lips before handing you another thing “this one too, go” you gave him a sheepish smile and grabbed the gift, opening it to reveal a phone case of the same style. “that one is matching, too” he revealed as he lifted up his phone, showing you his matching phone case.

you couldn’t contain your excitement as you took your phone case off your phone, popped on the new one and smiled at the sight “you even left a clear part for your phone case” you cooed.

“of course, people have to see my beautiful face,” he shrugged with a smug smile, causing you to chuckle.

jinsik — a music box like the one you had when you were little.

jinsik knows you like the palm of his hand. he loves to know everything about you, especially because of the adorable face you make when he remembers something you had once told him in passing, even if it was something as insignificant as the name of your coworker or something precious like your favorite childhood toys.

“okay, one last one” he smiled as he watched you adorably sitting in the middle of a pile of wrapping paper on your floor. “this one is a little special” 

“all of them are special” you smiled back and made grabby hands at him, waiting for him to give you the last gift of the pile. 

“well, this one is even more special” he insisted, internally cooing at how precious you had sounded and handing you the box.

“i’m sure it is” you said before tearing the paper off, being met with a cardboard box wrapped with bubble wrap. you gave him a questioning look, waiting until he encouraged you to open it to tear it off. jinsik looked at you with anticipation as you finally opened the box, finding a porcelain, pink and gold circular box. you stared at it with your mouth agape before looking at him, finding his soft eyes already on you. “is it what i think it is?” 

he nodded, and you rushed to take it out and admire it, opening it and smiling even harder as you watched the small ballerina spinning inside the box. 

“do you like it? i tried to make sure it was the same as the one you told me about” he said, voice soft as he looked at you expectantly. you met his eyes again, but now yours were filled with tears.

“i love it so much” you said, smiling even through the tears as you cupped the gift to your chest. “it’s perfect”

“aww, don’t cry” he cooed as he opened his arms, waiting for you to settle into his arms so he could run his hand through your hair calmly. “i’m glad you like it”

“thank you so much” you said, wiping your tears away from your cheeks, to which he answered by kissing your forehead.

hyunwoo — a handmade photobook of your relationship along with a polaroid camera.

hyunwoo valued your relationship more than most things in his life. every moment with you was special to him no matter how it was spent. he treasured every second that you were by his side and he always tried to express it, even when sometimes his words weren’t enough.

“you have to bear with me on this one, alright? i really did try” he warned as he pulled two boxes out from under the christmas tree. “this one first, here” he instructed, giving you the biggest gift.

“you know i will love absolutely anything you give me” you said, all smiley because of how adorable you found your boyfriend in that moment and grabbing the object off his hands.

“yeah, but still” he shrugged and waited expectantly as he watched you with a giddy smile, anxious to see what you thought of the gift he had tried so hard with.

you tore the paper quickly, smiling widely at the sight of a baby blue book with both your names on it and your anniversary date on the cover, along with a picture of both of you and a bunch of hearts around it. you opened it to skim the pages, looking at the picture you had taken with a group of friends the day you met, followed by a picture of you on your first date.

“you made this?” you asked, almost breathless as you continued to flip through the pages.

“yeah, it took a lot of cutting and gluing,” he chuckled, watching you fondly even when you weren’t particularly paying attention to him, too engrossed in the book in your hands. “what do you think?”

“baby, it’s beautiful” you smiled as you reached over to him, enveloping him in your arms as you kissed his cheek. “thank you so much”

“of course, i’m glad you like it” he hugged you back, happy that you had liked it as much as he wanted you to. “there’s another one, though, here” he waited until you broke away from him to give you the other box.

you opened it with a smile, letting out a small squeal when you opened it to see the matching baby blue polaroid camera.

“that way we can keep adding to it whenever you want” he smiled, and you went back to his arms, sitting in the middle of his legs and extending the camera. 

“cheese” you exclaimed, smiling widely and making him laugh in perfect timing for the flash to snap.

junghoon — a projector and matching pajama sets.

junghoon loves spending time with you more than anything in the world. his favorite time in the day was going home to curl up in bed with you and watch all your favorite movies, and he knew it was yours too.

“this one first” junghoon spoke as he handed you a gift, letting you open it while he looked at you silently. he didn’t want to miss a single second of your excited reactions to the gifts he got you.

“thank you, my love” you smiled as you grabbed it from him, opening it quickly to find the fluffiest, most comfy looking pair of hello kitty pajamas you had ever seen in your life “oh my god, it’s so cute”

“i got matching badtz-maru ones, since you always say he reminds you of me” he commented with a small smile.

“i love it, thank you so much” you smiled as you folded the pajamas once again, already thinking of how adorable you two would look with matching sanrio pajamas.

“this one is kind of a complimentary gift to that one” he smiled as he handed you a big box, making you look at him excitedly. 

“thank you” you said as you opened it, mouth falling agape at the sight of the projector he had gotten you “you’re kidding”

junghoon chuckled at your astonished look “do you like it?”

“i love it!” you exclaimed as you looked up at him, almost bouncing on your seat with excitement. “we can watch movies in my room with the pajamas on!”

he nodded with a huge smile on his face, unable to contain the overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation he felt for you.

“of course we can, that’s why i got them together,” he said.

“i love them, so much” you smiled and reached to give him a peck on the lips. “thank you”

“of course, lovey” he smiled with slightly reddened cheeks.

seeun — a weighted blanket and a pillow with his face on it.

seeun is a silly little guy. he loves that he can have fun with you always, no matter the circumstances he found himself in. he dedicates his life into making you laugh or even smile, simply because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so pretty.

“you always go for the big one first” he complained as he watched you grab the enormous gift that sat under your christmas tree the second you both took a seat on the floor.

“obviously” you refuted, making him roll his eyes playfully. “i think i already know what it is, wait” you said happily as you felt under the paper.

“open it!” he urged you, giddy to watch your reaction to the gift he had put so much thought into.

“so impatient and bossy” you faked annoyance as you began tearing the paper, uncovering a light pink, really fluffy surface. “oh my god, it’s so cute” you cooed as you began unfolding it, not paying mind to the pillow that fell from underneath it yet.

“it’s weighted like you wanted, that way you won’t have a hard time sleeping when i’m not here” he smiled, pride in his chest at the sight of you so happy.

“i love it, thank you so much,” you smiled happily as you draped the heavy blanket on your shoulders, now moving on to the white pillow it came with. “is it a set? that’s really cute,” you said as you hugged the pillow to your body.

“you haven’t even seen the best part, turn it around” he said with a somewhat suspicious smile adorning his lips. you gave him a curious look before turning the pillow around, not being able to contain the loud laugh that came out when you saw what was printed on it.

right there, in the middle of the pillow laid a picture of his smiling face.

“now you won’t miss me as much, see? it’s all thought about” he smugly said as he watched you with stars in his eyes, marveled at the sight of your happiness due to his silly antics.

“i’ll miss you regardless, but i love it so much” you said, giggling still as you hugged the pillow to your chest once again. “now i know you’ll love what i got you”

now it was his turn to give you a questioning look, the pajamas you had made him with your face all over them still packed away and hidden under the tree.

yujun — a bulk amount of collectable items you like.

yujun will always support you, doesn’t matter what it is that you need support on. he loves watching you be happy, and he will always do his best to be part of the reason for your happiness. every little quirk of yours makes his heart soar with cuteness aggression, he just wants to squish you and kiss you every time you get excited about the smallest things. that’s why he will always pamper you and fuel your obsessions.

“i just know there’s at least one hirono doll under that tree” you commented as you watched him finish unwrapping one of the gifts you had gotten him.

he had the habit of wearing anything you ever got him immediately after receiving it, so now you were dealing with your boyfriend clad in a coat, two hats and a pair of sunglasses, making him look incredibly adorable.

“shh, no guesses” he shushed you, making you giggle slightly at his antics as you reached for a particularly big, boxy looking gift with your name on it. “of course you picked that one” he rolled his eyes with fake annoyance, making you even more curious as to what the gift contained.

“that’s not a suspicious thing to say at all,” you laughed, beginning to tear away the paper and smiling even wider when you saw a familiar picture on the box. “yujun!” 

“what?” he asked, a goofy smile on his face as he watched your face light up with joy while desperately tearing the paper off, revealing the big box containing a ridiculous amount of small, hirono mystery boxes.

“you got so many! they’re so expensive!” you exclaimed “and they’re the little prince ones, i can’t do this” you said as you looked at him with excitement written all over your face.

“i know you wanted those, so i looked for them everywhere” yujun smiled proudly at the sight, feeling his heart shrink in adoration at how adorable you looked getting excited over such a simple thing. “wanna open one with me?”

“of course i do!” you happily said as you moved to rest between his legs, cuddling into his chest as you felt him wrap his arms around your middle, holding you dearly against him. you picked one of the boxes and began opening it, holding your breath in anticipation of what the first figurine would be. you were met with a small cloud being held by a little, blonde boy. “you’re kidding me” you deadpanned.

“what is it?” he questioned, peeking from behind you as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

“it’s the super secret edition, there’s like one in 144 chance to get it” you muttered, looking at the figurine with your mouth agape. your boyfriend let out a small ‘woah’ before being tackled by your weight, your limbs wrapping around his body like a koala “i love you so much! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

the boy smiled as he hugged you just as tight “i love you more, ynnie, merry christmas”

hunter —  a box full of your essentials.

hunter always wants you to be taken care of. he doesn’t ever want it to get to a point where you're missing anything, even if it’s soap or a specific kind of ramyeon. his baby doesn’t deserve to wait, everything should be handed to you on a silver platter.

“there’s another one?” you asked, astonished as hunter handed you another gift, this one even bigger than all the other ones he had gotten you.

“just this one, i promise” he chuckled when you gave him a disapproving stare. he always went overboard with the gifts he got you, and although it did make you feel like a princess, it wasn’t needed.

“i don’t need you to buy me so many things, baby” you told him with a small smile adorning your lips. 

“let’s hear you say that again when you open this one” he smiled back. even when you scolded him, he knew it made you feel appreciated when he pampered you, just like it did to him when you did.

you sighed, albeit a little humorously as you tore the paper off, finding a sealed box labeled ‘yn’s essentials’. you looked up at your boyfriend with a questioning look, finding him all smiley as he urged you to open it.

your smile only grew when you did, noticing all the small things that filled up the box. there was anything you could need (or want), from your favorite makeup items, snacks, candy, and food to your favorite hobbies and, new pajamas. you giggled as you lifted up the color by number book and the colored pencils, your heart clenching at how he had even remembered the small things you had once told him you wanted.

hunter watched you intently, looking for your reactions as you rummaged through the box with a huge smile on your face. 

“do you like it?” he asked after a couple of seconds, waiting for you to voice the opinion he could already deduce from your face.

“i fucking love it. thank you so much, my love” you smiled as you left the box on the floor by your side, crawling through the paper-filled floor towards him to peck his cheek repeatedly. “you know me so well, it’s a little concerning but very heartwarming.”

your boyfriend couldn’t help but chuckle at your words “i love you so i pay attention to you, of course i know you”

he had sounded so dreamy that you couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl with a crush.

yechan — a handknit scarf and handmade gift card to compensate.

yechan always tried to surprise you in some way. he knew you loved how unpredictable he was most of the time. It kept you entertained, kept your relationship fresh and fun. still, his surprises weren’t always supposed to be amusing, but also heartwarming as a reminder that he loves you and would spend days on end doing something if it meant making you happy.

“so, i need you not to judge me on this one because i did try really hard” he said, the smile that was present on his lips morphing into a kind of glare of threat and an amused expression. “and if you don’t like it it’s my sister’s fault, not mine”

“sure, sure” you laughed as you grabbed the present from his hands, amused by his antics “i’m sure i’ll love it, though”

yechan couldn’t help but smile fondly at you. he loved the way you always reassured him even when you were joking. “aha, now open it” he urged you, making you roll your eyes and begin to tear the paper off.

you were slightly confused as you unwrapped the piece of knitted fabric. it was long, skinny and completely shapeless until you stretched it completely. “that’s such a cute scarf!” you smiled, immediately moving to put it on.

“you really like it?” he asked, hope laced in his voice as he watched you nod with a huge smile. “i made it myself” he muttered, suddenly sounding a little shy.

“baby, you did?” you asked with a slight gasp “since when do you know how to knit?”

“my sister taught me to because i wanted to make you something” he said, a sheepish smile on his face “i also made this in case you hated it” he pulled a paper out of his pocket, handing you a slip of paper with ‘$100 worth of clothes at your favorite stores as compensation’.

you laughed as you read it, looking up to him while shaking your head. “you’re unbelievable, but there’s no need because i love it.” you folded the paper again, putting it in your pocket “i’m very impressed, it’s really well done.”

“i’m glad that you like it, babe,” he smiled, a blush covering his cheeks because of all the compliments you were giving him. “it only took me like eleven tries”

you chuckled at his words, standing up so you could get closer to him and peck his cheek “thank you for putting so much effort, it means a lot to me” you muttered, giving him a sweet smile.

“you mean a lot to me, it’s the least i can do,” he said before hugging you and kissing your temple, now wearing a proud smile that would decorate his face for the rest of the day.

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✨️xikers texts✨️

You wearing another member's hoodie (Maknae line)

CW: unhinged bfs pt.2(no number specified this time cause im not sure), possessiveness pt.2(5/5 in their own unique ways), mention of reader wearing a dress in yechans so im sorry. general cuteness, just read babes.

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A/N: I may have set the bar a little too high for myself with the hyung line one, so I apologize if this isn't as good as the first one

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Junghoon

Seeun

Yujun

Hunter

Yechan

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[starskq]

XIKERS FAKE TEXTS / THEM ACCIDENTALLY CONFESSING (pt.3)

Pairing ◊ reader x xikers

Genre ◊ fluff

Warnings ◊ cursing, idol!yechan, bad sense of humor (sorry)

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ー☆ㅤㅤ [ seeun x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff 𓏧 timestamp ㅤ warnings kissing ㅤ ﹢ㅤ 0.3k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ early mornings shenanigans

You roll around in the bed groaning lightly at the small amount of sunshine reaching your eyes. Seeun’s hand wraps tightly around your waist and you smile contently, burying your face in his neck. The light hints of his night cream reach your nose making you wonder how this boy always smells so good!

You run your toe tips on his leg, trying to wriggle them in his but you halt as you realise- is that his knees? You quickly straighten your legs, fully stretching them, eyebrows furrowing but they don’t even reach his ankles and just rest below his knees.

“Yes, you are that short,” Seeun exclaims, his morning voice sending a swarm of butterflies in your stomach even though his sentence is borderline insulting. “Damn your tall ass,” you murmur anyway and Seeun chuckles, his deep laugh echoing in the room making your eyes shoot open.

“Mhm, love?” he hums and opens his eyes slowly, his lips slightly upturned at the site of your apparent distress. “Damn, you-” your breath falters as Seeun traces his finger along your eyebrows trying to make you relax. You lean into his touch and he asks, “Yeah?” eyes lovingly stuck on your face and tracing your features.

“You tree,” you finish, which is followed by a shuddering breath as his lips presses light kisses along your face. He smiles at your pouty face before teasingly presses his lips at the corner of yours making you flustered.

“I love your little legs on my knees though,” he giggles and you whine at his teasing, burying your face in the crook of his neck before it grows into a full blown laugh accompanied with kisses along the line of your face.

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MY ASSASSIN- seeun xikers

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“you must have a wife, seeun. you are the crown prince of this kingdom and are of marriageable age- if anything you are nearly over the appropriate age of a prince being married or betrothed!” the king bellowed down to seeun from the throne, the queen petting his arm to keep him civil when addressing their son. seeun clenched his jaw, he was only just 19, there was so much out there for him to explore- that he had to explore- before he became shackled down by a boring and god forbid a dull marriage. 

“yes father, I understand” seeun said through gritted teeth, keeping his head down out of respect. “so, your mother and I have decided that there shall be a ball held tonight where all of the single and eligible young women in this kingdom will be in attendance. you are to choose a future wife by the end of the night, and that is final” the king said sternly. “seeun sweetie, you know we just want you to end up with someone, it would break our hearts to know that you ended up alone because you were… you know… traveling. and you know that as part of your duty as crown prince, you must have an heir at some point to continue on the royal bloodline” his mother said, attempting to be sympathetic to seeun, but he could feel her underlying message; they wanted him to settle down, they wanted him to be forced into a lifeless marriage. he hated that. “thank you mother, I understand, I shall take my leave now, thank you” seeun said, fighting back his feelings of seething, bowing politely to his parents and leaving the throne room, his fist clenched tightly from agitation. 

“y/n, this is important, you need to execute this mission or you will be executed yourself.” her best friend, junghoon, said firmly, holding her hands comfortingly. “I know, fuck, I know junghoon. its crazy, i have to kill the fucking crown prince. if I don’t kill him, they will kill me, and if I do kill him, the fucking palace is going to kill me if they find out it was me! I’m so stressed, why me junghoon” y/n weeped, shaking slightly from the stress of her situation. “hey, hey, y/n, listen to me- it’s going to be ok, you’re not going to be found, and if you fail the mission, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you more than life itself, I can’t live without you” junghoon said softly, one of his hands going up to brush away any of her tears gently. “I grew up with you, you’re pretty much like the sister I never had- I cannot afford to lose you” he continued, pulling y/n into a hug as she cried. “whatever happens, I will keep you safe, I promise” he vowed quietly to her, the dim lighting of the barn hiding them from the cold, harsh outside world. 

y/n walked smoothly into the ballroom, internally shaking and attempting to keep her breathing stable. she was dressed, ironically aptly in a navy, gothic ball gown, with long sleeves and small feather details, matching her raven inspired mask. they had chosen her dress for her, they liked the dramaturgy of her killing the crown prince in an outfit inspired by a bird largely associated with death. it made her skin crawl. she held her head high and confidently, elegantly surveying the ballroom as she accepted a flute of champagne to calm her nerves. her eyes scanned over each and every face, trying to figure out who was who beneath the masks. she finally located her target- the crown prince, seeun. she could feel her blood boil under her skin, fighting against the chill of disgust creeping along her spine. this was the man who was going to take over the fucking kingdom who enforced the system that put her in this situation in the first place. they hoarded all of the wealth and left the lower caste with nothing, the royalty was the very thing that forced her father to sell her to them. they who made her into an assassin to pay off a debt she didn’t even deserve. and it was all the royalty’s fault. she could feel her resolve harden, the knives hidden within her sleeves becoming more known and somehow more… comforting. 

she knew what she had to do. she moved smoothly through the bustling ballroom until she was closer to the crown prince, but not close enough so that she could remain inconspicuous. one of her knives slipped down from its place in her sleeve, her fingers closing comfortably around the handle of the knife. with one swift motion, she threw the knife. her aim was notorious for being perfect, so it should’ve ended up embedded in the crown prince’s back… so why was it embedded in the pillar next to him. did he dodge it??? shit. shit she was done for. the crown prince turned around slowly, trying to look for the assassin- for her. somehow this hadn’t raised the attention of anyone around them, causing y/n to attempt to play it cool, she had three more knives hidden in her sleeves. she had three more tries at completing her mission, at escaping the death penalty from them. 

his eyes caught on the young woman whose face was hidden behind her mask, her eyes sharp and angry that he had dodged her attack- her knife buried in the pillar next to his head making him acutely aware of her intentions. his father’s words rang in his head as he looked at her, ‘you will marry any woman from this ball of your choosing’, and the corners of his lips began to turn upwards. he already was being forced into marrying someone- why not make it more fun?

he bowed, overly charismatically, towards the young woman who was trying to disguise her fury, placing a kiss upon her hand with a wink and his signature mischievous grin before asking her smoothly, “may I have this dance my darling raven?”. giving her no time to react, other than a stunned nod, he swiftly transitioned the two into the starting position for the next dance- a more intimate waltz this time. he could see the cogs whirring away in her head from how her eyes were moving subtly around, causing his smirk to grow ever more. oh this would be fun.

having regained her resolve after her first failed attempt, y/n deftly slipped her second knife out from her sleeve and into her hand that was not being used to dance with him- yet. the crown prince pulled her closer, as was required for this specific dance, which she used to her own advantage, bringing the knife against his chest in a way that it could only be seen by the two of them. she smiled slightly, thinking that she would finally be able to complete her mission- her first failure was already an embarrassment for her previously perfect record, when a low chuckle comes from the crown prince as he maneuvered their hands so that her second knife was now on the floor. “did you really think I would be that easy to kill, sweet raven? how low you must think of me” he said smugly, subtly kicking the knife away and to the side of the ballroom. she ground her teeth in pure irritation, this was her second attempt and she still failed?? Normally she didn’t even need a second attempt- it was borderline humiliating for her! “not at all, your highness, merely… keeping you on your toes” y/n answered smoothly, trying to cover up the fact that she was pissed he’d thwarted her a second time. “of course you were, sweet raven, only having my best interests at heart I presume?” he smirked down at her as they danced. the nickname he used only added to her agitation- ‘sweet raven’??? what kind of a psycho calls a stranger that?? “that’s not the only thing i intend on having at your heart” she murmured back, her tone sickly polite. “my, what a charmer you are” the crown prince remarked, his smirk somehow even more prevalent- showing that he had understood her underlying threat of stabbing him. 

the song came to an end, with seeun bowing obnoxiously charmingly to her before walking over to his father and mother who were seated on the balcony, surveying the ball’s proceedings (and if his guess served him right- to see if he had found a future wife).

seeun cleared his throat, his grin growing ever larger in anticipation of the mischief he would cause, and proclaimed to the guests, “treasured attendants, I thank you all warmly for coming to this masquerade. I am more than pleased to announce that I have selected my bride to be from all of you stunning ladies in attendance tonight. my future wife is the masked lady raven”. as he spoke, his eyes locked onto the young woman, grin growing impossibly more as he saw her standing frozen in the center of the room- clearly dumbfounded and seething with rage. he had made his selection and she was an unmarried and uncourted lady in attendance at the ball- he had backed her into a corner. her jaw clenched as her mind raced. what the fuck?this wasn’t an option anyone had planned for. but maybe… maybe it could keep her safe? y/n had to pretend to be politely shocked and excited for his selection, cringing internally from the harsh and critical stares coming from the other women in attendance at the ball. she couldn’t blame them, they actually wanted to marry him, she fully did not. she was ushered up the stairs by the palace guards, up to where the king, queen and crown prince were standing. she curtseyed to the royal family, her whole mind going blank from sheer shock. “welcome dear” the queen said warmly- sickly warmly- to her. the whole night went by in a whirlwind, all the events, conversations and arrangements blurring together as y/n’s mind struggled to keep up. and to add insult to injury, the crown prince was standing by her side, fucking smirking the whole time. what kind of sick torture was this that he had planned for her

happy birthday @yuniniverse and @cherrycolaberry! (also happy birthday ig to yujun and hunter too lol- im joking, love the twins fr fr)

[gymleader]

xikers - WITCH MV If you think you see something, you're already in Tricky House....

[lil-elle]

Him <3

group: xikers

pair: seeun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, crushes

word count: 863

content: fluff 🥹🩷 (as always, yk me), a few lil swears

a/n: felt bad being so ia, so I quickly finished up this draft! Enjoy!!

Your soft sobs were suddenly caught in your throat after hearing a soft “Y/n?” being called through the door to your room. You hurriedly rubbed your sweater sleeve over your tear stained cheeks just in time for the door to crack open and Seeun to peek his head in.

“H-Hey, why’re you here?” You squeaked out, trying to sound as normal as possible. Not normal sounding enough, apparently, as the tall boy quickly rushed over to sit beside you on the bed.

“I don't think you're in a space to be asking questions…” he chuckled softly, his arm snaking around your shoulder to pull you gently against him, “...why the waterworks?” You forced out a giggle, resting a hand against your best friend's chest and looking up at his surprisingly worried expression.

“It's nothing, really…” He sighed as you dropped your head again, his hand now gently rubbing up and down your arm as a way to comfort you.

“It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it…but I'm staying right here…” His voice was so gentle, and yet it pierced so deeply into your heart that you felt the painful sting of tears in your eyes once again. His grip on your shoulder tightened as you suddenly choked back a sob.

“I-I just don't get it…” You sobbed, and he leaned forward a little to get a glimpse at your face, using his other hand to gently swipe some hair away from your forehead and behind your ear. “W-Why…”

“Why what…?” He asked, his voice laced with a genuine worry that had your heart breaking and your stomach doing somersaults simultaneously.

You responded with silence, a few seconds passing before his voice cut through, a little lower and more serious this time.

“Is this about him again?”

Him. The word you always used to refer to your crush when you were ranting to Seeun. A boy that Seeun knew all about from the way you'd fawn over him, fangirl over him, and even complain about him. Little did Seeun know that this him in question that he'd give you advice for and talk shit about sometimes…was himself.

You nodded slowly and Seeun’s grip on you tightened slightly as he clicked his tongue.

“That ass. I swear y/n, how many times does he have to make you cry like this for you to see he's not worth it?”

Your glossy, puffy, red eyes meet his and you speak up, a slight crack to your words.

“That's the problem, though…He is worth it. He's beyond worth it. He keeps reminding me why I fell for him in the first place even if he doesn't realise it…”

Your gaze was almost burning holes into his as you spoke, his deep brown eyes reflecting back at you with complicated emotions that you couldn't quite place.

“He's just…” your eyes scanned over the boy's face in front of you, his every feature showing love and care for you that made your heart race every time, “...too dense to realise my feelings for him.”

Seeun sighed, his hand rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly.

“He's stupid. The most perfect girl is right in front of him, screaming for him to notice her, and he does nothing.”

You chuckle wryly, sighing almost exhaustedly.

“...You're right…you are stupid…”

“Huh…?”

You drop your head in your hands, giggling weakly as your face heats up red.

“You're so stupid, Park Seeun…”

“W-What? Why me?” He asked confusedly. You lifted your head to look at him, a bitter-sweet smile on your face.

“You just said it yourself.”

His expression only grew more perplexed as you spoke.

“I-I said he was stupid.” He stated, thinking that you must've heard him incorrectly.

“Yup, I know. And yes…you are.”

You watched as the gears in his began to turn, his confused eyes slowly turning to those of realisation and fluster.

“O-Oh. Yeah. You're right, I am.” You couldn't help but notice the way his ears almost immediately went bright red, making your grin widen. You burst into laughter, your body leaning into his, making his other arm wrap around you and cradle you.

“I can't believe the amount of times you called yourself a dumbass without any idea…” You laughed, making him swat your arm playfully.

“Please forget everything I've ever said to you about him. Pretty please.” He leaned closer, nuzzling his forehead against your hair.

“Ha! Not a chance.” You responded, earning a chuckle from him in his deep, quiet voice right above you that reverberated through you and made your stomach twist into knots.

“When I gain super powers and learn how to erase people's memories, you'll be my first victim.”

You giggle wildly, snuggling even closer to him and earning another adoring chuckle from him. His arms tightened around you before pulling you back to sink into the mattress together, forcing another laugh from the both of you as you tangled together in a playful and shy fit of giggles. You felt like a whole weight had been lifted off your chest and you knew you'd never feel as happy as you do anywhere else bit in his arms like that.

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TAGLIST: @chocoeon @hyunukitty @cake1box @chiiyuuvv @shortnstupid @dogyunslover

[aeraras]

　　　✰ 　.　⁺　　훅하고 터져, 팡, we don't stop

[astrasng]

thinking about..

bf!seeun is the type who facetimes you out of nowhere, immedietly showering you with compliments about how pretty you are, making sure you already ate that day.

bf!seeun is someone who just can't stop themselves from buying things for their partner, so this is why one day you go over to his place, seeing that it's overflowed with presents and sweets all just for you. Hey baby,look what I got you here!

bf!seeun who sometimes sings you lullibies to help you sleep better because he can feel you toss and turn in the bed.

bf!seeun who can't stop taking candid pictures of you. everytime you take a look at him you see him taking pictures of you and your smile,seeing that his wallpaper is immedietly changed to the newest photo.

bf!seeun calls you about a bunch of things whenever he needs to decide what to do. shopping with sumin and yujun and those three can't decide what to buy? you're the one telling them. trying to decide if he should work out or play with hunter? you're the one telling him to go and rest, but he only smiles and hangs up the phone.

bf!seeun who doesn't mind when he has to take care of you when you are sick. doesn't matter how much you resist, he only sticks to your side more and more, making time to treat you and your sore throat with home mode (by his mum) soups and dishes.

bf!seeun who practically rolls over your body whenever he wants to get out of bed, not having enough energy to normally get up from his position and do it normally. he's weird but you love him

SLIGHT NSFW

bf!seeun who almost lost his mind the first time he saw you in his clothes. his body on fire as soon as his eyes notices your tighs peaking out from the big shirt he gave you, feeling like a pervert as he's staring at you for so long.

bf!seeun who actually feels like a pervert when he even watches you dress up in the morning. he doesn't want to, he just happened to catch a glampse of you changing in his bathroom, with open doors, so he had to...make sure everything is alright.

bf!seeun whose hands are always on your waist when making out, can't contain himself from touching your body somehow. "No no no, stay close to me. Please."

bf!seeun is the type who bites your lip while kissing you,getting lost in the feeling of your lips on his.

bf!seeun is the type who holds eye contact no matter what, keeping his eyes only on you. he's sitting across the table and you're blushing from his stare? he only wants to keep looking at you to see you flustered by him.

bf!seeun is the type who gets easily jealous when he sees you with another member. he feels his skin get irritated by only looking at you laughing with one of his hyungs, then later that day he shows you how important you are to him in his own way.

bf!seeun is someone who kisses you out of anger when arguing. he can't stop himself from pulling you closer to his body and kiss away all the pent up frustration you two have. you always forgive him.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay of this one too, I'm trying to keep up with the things i have to write, but i had to manage things in real life too.

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SEEUN

please don't repost, requests open!

[chiiyuuvv]

wet kisses 🌧️ p. seeun

you refuse to give seeun his kisses after he misses dinner

boyfriend!seeun x fem!reader 0.6k words requested on wattpad suggestive

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

The quiet pitter patter of raindrops gently tapping your window temporarily calms down your burning temper, your foot hammering itself against the tile floor of your kitchen apartment as you begin to pick at your fingers, waiting for a certain someone to come back after his boys night out. You often didn’t care how your boyfriend spent his free time outside of the house, but what angered you is how he didn’t come back at the scheduled time you agreed on, leaving the food you diligently prepared sad and cold in their plates, waiting to be eaten.

Just as you were about to put your food away, the door knob jingles, the sound of someone’s giggles erupting through the doorway as he closes the door behind him, kicking off his shoes in the process. “Oh my god babe.. Today was such a hectic day! The boys wanted to go to– What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Your boyfriend, seeun, puts his hands up in defeat when he sees you cross your arms like a disappointed mother, the look on your face telling him that he screwed something up along the way. “I-it started raining a-and..” he tries to reason, but to his dismay, no other words escape his lips, as if they were afraid of your fiery. 

“Go wash up.”

“Can’t I have a hug, at least?” Seeun knew you could never resist his silly humor, a pout forming his lips to hopefully brighten up the mood. 

“No, you’re soaking wet.” You slide back in your chair with playful disgust, attempting to bite back your smile in the process. But seeun knew you too well, refusing to give up.

“What about a kiss instead?”

“NO!” You laugh, jumping out of your seat to run away from the wet boy. Seeun’s hands form into claws as he follows suit, chasing after your tittering body, eventually losing you in the dark hallway that missed its lighting.

“Where are you?~” He says in a teasing tone, quietly opening all of the doors the hallway contained to find nothing, a small gasp leaving his lips when he hears something move from behind him, pushing him against the wall in a flash. “Hey you,” a smirk lifts his lips as he looks down to find you standing before him, a chuckle leaving his being because he swore that your height difference was so cute. You looked so tiny compared to his slender being, something that single handedly boosted his ego. He felt on top of the world (literally), knowing that you couldn’t do anything to stop him.

Right? His eyes widen when you jump up to cage your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to smash your lips onto his, giving him his awaited kiss. His hands snake around your waist, to keep him standing upright and to pull you closer, small shutters leaving his being when one of your hands lets go of his neck to gently trace his jawline as you kiss, the other one ruffling his wet hair. The way your teeth constantly clash against the other makes him feel as if time had stopped, sending him into a world of bliss as he sighs into your mouth, pulling you even closer. 

“What.. what’s the matter?” he says between staggered breaths when you break the kiss, missing the way your plump lips moved against his. His hands release from your waist to cup your cheeks in an attempt to kiss you again, but a pout leaves him when you bring your hands up to push him back against the wall, shaking your head. The boy gulps when you get on your tippy toes, reaching up to his ear to whisper something into it. 

“Go take your shower, and we can resume this when you get back.”

︴bonus! I feel like i'm bad at writing suggestive works.. 😓

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[tmrwsuns]

(𐙚⋆.˚) xikers when you ask to tie a ribbon around their biceps

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 5.3k w. curse words fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ the moment you even begin to suggest the thought of tying a ribbon around his bicep. minjae has already agreed. his goal in life is making you happy, and (even more importantly) he loves to see how much you adore his body. he puts a lot of  work into it a (maybe solely for that reason), so whenever you make a praising comment towards the results he can’t help but feel a pang of pride go through his chest. he saw in this situation the perfect combination of your happiness and his ego inflating, and he wasn’t going to let that go. once you both agreed he makes it his priority to pick up a ribbon at the craft store the day after, eager to try out the trend you had suggested. when it finally happened, he smiled proudly as he listened to you gush about how his bicep looked flexed only for you. 

“hey jae?” you spoke softly, looking up from your phone. minjae sat on his desk, headphones partly on as he produced new music for the group. his attention immediately went to you, turning on his chair and smiling gently at you with a questioning look. “what do you think about doing this trend?” you asked, showing him your phone where the video replayed, a flexing arm with a ribbon around it being reflected on the screen. “we can do it if you want” he smiled. you had this effect on him ever since he met you where he couldn’t say no to anything you wanted from him, and that was a big factor to his answer. however, the pride he felt for the fact that you wanted him to flex for you was even a little more of an incentive. with a small squeal of emotion, you agreed that you would do it the next day, leaving minjae looking forward to it as he turned around and continued on with his task. once the next day finally arrived, minjae found himself sitting on his bed, arm flexed as you wrapped the pretty pink ribbon on it. you had an unwavering smile as you tied it in a bow looking proudly at your job, cheeks slightly tinted at the sight. “what do you think, baby? do you like it?” minjae asked, a smile evident in his voice. “of course i do, you’re arms are hot” you answered, looking up at him through your lashes. his smile widened at your words and he grew a little closer to you, eyes scanning your face and stopping at your lips. “and all yours, too” he said, voice low as he looked back into your eyes.  “is that so?” you asked as you grew closer, eyeing his lips for a couple seconds in return. “it is” he answered before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. you were so down bad.

ᯓlet’s be real, no one could even try to blame you for immediately thinking of junmin when the trend popped out in your for you page. you had a boyfriend with perfect arms and there was absolutely no reason not to take advantage of that. when you told junmin about it, he hesitated at first. don’t get him wrong, of course he liked it when you fawned over his body, specially his toned arms; but the thought of you maybe posting it made him feel a little flustered. of course, you told him he didn’t have to do it, but the slight disappointment in your eyes obliterated any thought of saying no to you any further. you jumped in happiness at his answer, wasting no time to go on.

“you know, i saw this trend in the morning that made me think of you” you commented as you sat around his room, simply spending some quality time together between your busy lives.  junmin arched an eyebrow in curiosity “yeah? what was it?” you smiled and muttered a little “ill show you” before pulling up the video, facing your phone screen towards him with a smile, your eyes focused on his reaction. “will you let me do that to you?” you questioned, and he immediately felt his heart skip a beat and his ears begin to heat up.  “why?” he almost stuttered, causing you to laugh softly. “you have such pretty arms and i want to brag about them” you answered, your lips curling upwards at his response. however, you noticed the slight uncomfortability on his face, which made you immediately speak again “its okay if you don’t want to, though, don’t worry about it” the rapid way you were speaking made junmin smile softly, admiring how you always seeked for him to be comfortable even if that meant him saying no to something you wanted. “ill do it” he interrupted you, making your eyes light up again. “are you really okay with it?” you asked once again, letting out an excited hum as he nodded. you went straight for your backpack without another word, grabbing the ribbon you oh so conveniently had packed and going back to your previous position. you waited until junmin flexed, your eyes focusing on the way his muscles strained and bulged on his toned arm, letting a few seconds pass by before snapping back into thought and moving to tie the fabric around his bicep. once it was done, you stared again, causing junmin (who was looking at your face throughout the entire exchange) to smile softly. his initial embarrassment had banished, now being replaced with a surge of confidence from the way you looked at him. “people are gonna be soooo jealous” you smiled and looked up at his eyes, earning a chuckle to come out of his lips as he shook his head at your antics. “sure, baby, whatever you say” he hummed.

ᯓ the moment you told sumin about your intentions when you appeared holding the pink ribbon in your hands, he groaned like you had just said the most ridiculous thing that had ever come out of your mouth. he was used to your delusional suggestions, and to be completely honest he didn’t mind them even a little bit. but he would never tell you that, of course. you both knew knew he would say yes eventually since he couldn’t say no to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make you beg a little before. so that’s exactly what you did, enjoying watching you exaggerate how much you just loved his arms until he agreed, acting all defeated as if he didn’t love the idea.

the universe was definitely trying to tell you something. multiple videos of the ribbon trend had popped on your feed, which you constantly attempted to ignore in order to not create thoughts in your head. yet you understood you just had to when an edit of your own boyfriend appeared just under one of them. the way he flexed his arms on your screen made your brain (and body) tingle with feelings only sumin ever made you feel, so you gave into what the universe clearly wanted. you rummaged through your drawers before heading to your boyfriend's studio, finding him focused on the painting he had been working on for so long. sumin heard you come in and turned around, smiling at your presence and puckering his lips as his way to ask for a greeting kiss. “whats up, babe?” he asked once he got what he wanted, watching how a mischievous smile took place on your face as you held up the ribbon. “let me tie this on your arm? its for a tiktok trend” you asked, smile never faltering as he groaned. “why am i always the victim, were the hello kitty tattoos not enough for you?” he asked as he jokingly glared at you. he knew he would let you do absolutely anything you wanted with him, but that wouldn’t stop him from making you beg. “sumin, pleaseeee. i was watching the trend and then i saw this video of you and you have such pretty arms that they deserved to be shown off by your girlfriend that you love sooo much” you pressed, conjuring your best puppy dog eyes. your boyfriend sighed as he looked at you, turning around to get a rag and clean his hands from all the paint. “you know i can’t say no to you, don’t you?” he smiled, causing you to celebrate and pull out your phone. he proceeded to comply with everything you wanted him to do, watching you with a fond smile as you giggled at his toned arms. “i love you” you said once the video was taken, a smile on your lips as you watched his amused smile. “i love you more” sumin answered, stealing a quick peck from your lips before urging you to show him the video.

ᯓ look, jinsik is a complete sweetheart. he is soft hearted and can get a little shy whenever you show interest in his body majority of the time. still, he knows he’s fine and he loves that. he loves to see you fangirl over him and is completely conscious of how obsessed you are with him and his body, so he was not surprised at all when you told him what you wanted to do. he agreed fast, not having it in him deny because one, he couldn’t bear saying no to you; and two, why would he waste the opportunity to tease you when it was right there? the flush on his cheeks and rapidly beating heart had never stopped him from making you flustered, and they wasn’t going to start now.

“love?” you called out for jinsik’s attention. he was currently sprawled out on the floor of your bedroom, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as you laid on your bed. he let out a hum of acknowledgment as he put his phone down on his chest, his eyes travelling towards where your head peaked from above the mattress. “would you let me tie a ribbon on your bicep?” you asked, causing him to frown in confusion at the strange request.  “i mean, sure, but what for?” he watched as you looked for your phone on the bed, pulling up the video and giving it for him to watch. you looked for his reaction as he watched it, trying to decipher his stoic expression. “pretty please?” you chimed in, giving him a small smile. jinsik smiled automatically as he watched you, weighing his options in his head. he could either say no because of the slight embarrassment he felt at thinking that you would post that for the public to see or he could agree and spend a few minutes of his day with his girlfriend gushing about his arms while she ties pretty ribbons around them. there was a pretty obvious choice this time. “sure, pretty, let’s do it” you smiled triumphantly and leaped off from your mattress, going straight for a drawer where you were sure you could find some ribbon to carry out your assignment. jinsik smiled at the soft “aha!” that left your lips as you found a roll of the material, sitting up from his position on the floor and looking at you expectantly. you took a seat by his side and waited for him to flex his arm, smile widening impossibly much when he did. wordlessly, you tied the ribbon around his bicep before picking up your phone. “so pretty” you mumbled as you recorded and took a couple pictures, entirely too focused to notice the way he was smirking while looking at you, his heart almost beating out of his chest at the way you looked at him.

ᯓ as we all know and love, hyunwoo is a little shit (affectionately.) he loves being smug whenever you express your love/desire for him in any way, shape or form because that’s his way of coping with how much it affects him to have you outwardly gush about him. he ignores the pounding of his heart and the way his ears are heating up and acts out to make you feel like that instead; so when you told him about wanting to do that trend with him he took it as the perfect opportunity to tease the living shit out of you. of course, he agreed, but just because it gave him a perfect excuse to make you flustered. (definitely not because his ego grew about three sizes.)

“hyunwoo” you called out, attempting to grab his attention from the videogame he played on his computer. nothing. “hyunwoo” you spoke a bit louder. nothing. you knew he was doing it on purpose. he always left one of his ears uncovered when he gamed if you were around as his own little way to show you that he was still listening and paying attention to you. you sighed as you noticed why he wasn’t answering “babe?”  “yes, doll” he turned around on his chair, a smug smile on his lips as you rolled your eyes.  “would you do this tiktok trend with me?” you asked as you looked at him, your previously “annoyed” expression erased by the sight of your boyfriend's pretty smile. “depends, which one?” you looked for the video and pointed the screen at him, watching his reaction as the video played. “why would you want to do that?” he questioned, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “you have hot arms” you shrugged, attempting to maintain your cool and not give him what he wanted. hyunwoo raised his eyebrows at your response, taking out his headphones and rolling his chair towards you, now closer to your body. “do i? you’ve never said so before” he teased, making you groan. “never mind, i dont want to do it anymore” you stuck your tongue out to him, causing him to chuckle. “it’s okay, babe, i get it. i would want to show my super hot arms too” he smiled as he jokingly flexed. “we can do it, come on” you smiled amused at his antics, standing up to find the ribbon you carried in your bag for your hair. once you had it you walked back to his chair, waiting for him to flex his arm so you could tie it around him and get the pictures you wanted. “i'm just irresistible, aren’t i?” hyunwoo gloated as he watched you. “and only yours, isn't that crazy?” he loved the way your cheeks tinted as you glared at him, sending his heart on to its own frenzy because he couldn’t even fathom how insanely beautiful his girlfriend was. he wouldn’t tell you that right now, though.

ᯓ junghoon is so incredibly unbothered that you had no idea of what he would answer when you asked him to let you do the trend with him. don’t get me wrong, when it comes to you he is anything but uninterested. you are everything to him and he would do anything you asked him to, even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea. that was what scared you, you didn’t want to push him to do anything he didn’t like, so you approached him with a bit of more shyness than he usually would. surprisingly, he was very on board with the idea. he liked the idea of you liking his body enough to think of him when you watched that trend, and he was more than happy to participate in it.

“hoonie?” you called out softly as you looked up from your phone, looking at your boyfriend who laid next to you as he read. he looked up from his book and tilted his head in question, making your heart melt into a puddle because of how much he had resembled a cat just then. “have you ever seen that trend where they tie a ribbon around their partner's bicep?” “i think i have, hyunwoo did it with his girlfriend i think” he nodded, the book he was reading now completely discarded as he gave you his full, undivided attention. “why?” “uhm, i kinda wanted to try it out with you” you explained, struggling a little to maintain the eye contact he so diligently held. “sure, do you have any ribbon?” he asked, agreeing as if it was nothing. you were a little surprised at how quickly he had complied, your heart melting even more than it already had. “i think i do, let me check” you smiled and hopped off the bed, not before leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek that left him smiling softly. junghoon watched you move around your room, rummaging through your drawers until you found the roll of ribbon you knew you had. you approached him with a big smile, waiting for him to sit up and flex his arm for you. once he did, you couldn’t help but giggle like a flustered little girl, watching your handsome boyfriend flexing his arm just for you.  junghoon watched you tie the ribbon around his muscle with a soft smile on his lips, waiting for you to do whatever you wanted to. “you’re adorable, did you know?”  his voice made your eyes travel back to his, light tinting on your cheeks. “yeah?” “yeah” he answered your question before laying back down and opening his arms towards you, his smile never faltering.

ᯓ a little shit (affectionately) pt 2. seeun absolutely adores making you flustered, he lives for it if you will. the capacity he has to make you get shy is outstanding, even when most of the times his insane confidence played into making you annoyed rather than flustered. you have a very playful relationship between you, which consisted in humbling each other most of the time, reserving the praises and affectionate words for special moments.  when you approached seeun with the idea of doing this trend he just knew this was his chance to get you to admit he was the most handsomest man alive (which you had no doubt about, you just liked humbling him.) so he made it his goal to hear those exact words come out of your mouth, even if he achieved it through annoyance.

you had been thinking about asking seeun to do that trend with you for a while now. naturally, when you had seen it for the first time you knew that you had to do it with your boyfriend or it would be a waste of his efforts at the gym. the only issue was that it wasn’t easy to ask seeun to do these kind of things. he had the tendency to tease you about the littlest things and you asking him to do something with his biceps was basically asking to be driven insane. nevertheless, your love for your boyfriends arms was stronger than his annoyance could ever be, so you asked him. “can we do this?” you asked as the video had conveniently popped on your screen. you were laying on the bed, your head resting on his arm as you watched your saved tiktok videos, a little ritual you had started doing when you were bored. “aww, you want to coquettify my muscles?” he cooed, a teasing tone present in his voice as he looked at you with a sly smile. “it sounds gross when you say it like that” you wrinkled your nose at his words. “but i just really wanted to do that trend and i couldn’t think of anyone else to do it with”  “of course you couldn’t, because you’re so incredibly in love with me and my hot body” he pressed further, incorporating his body onto his arms so he could look at you better. the sheer beauty of your face would never seize to amaze him, but that’s a topic for later. “sure, whatever. now, will you do it or not?” you tried to hide your smile, clearly enjoying the lighthearted nature of your banter. “i will if you admit I'm the most handsomest man alive” his words made your eyes roll and a groan escaped your lips. “i should’ve known you would act like this, so annoying” you teased back, acting as if you were to move on and look at your phone again. “don’t be like that, come on, let’s do it” he nudged you, eliciting a smile from your lips. you sat up and kissed his cheek rapidly before grabbing the ribbon you had brought in your bag and sitting in front of him. you waved at him to hurry, smiling about the opportunity. seeun rolled his sleeve and flexed his arm, allowing you to tie the piece of fabric on his bicep. you grabbed your phone to snap a couple of pictures, smile unwavering. “you’re the most handsomest man alive, seeun” you looked back into his eyes, just in time to watch him erupt into a cheer, causing you to laugh loudly.

ᯓ it’s no secret to anyone that yujun melts to putty in your hands. he loves making you happy, and that leads him to be the object of your silly little desires more often than not. he absolutely adores the fact that he is who you think of first when it comes to things like these, so the moment you tell him you want to do it he has already agreed. he is so happy and excited about it that he makes it into a full blown date to go find some ribbon you both liked, leading to a long walk to the craft store full of smiles and silly stories about his day. despite his cutie patootie nature, he can’t deny he is a gym rat through and through. he is proud of his body, he enjoys working towards his good shape and loves to see the results of all of his hard work. so when his pretty pretty girl also allows herself to fawn about his beauty outside of his cute demeanor? he could have a heart attack.

“yujunnie?” you called, earning a hum of acknowledgement from the boy. “have you seen the trend where they tie ribbons on guys' arms?” you asked as you laid next to him on your bed, his arm lazily draped over your middle as he rested his eyes, completely relaxed in your company. “i have, why?” he speaks, opening his eyes to be able to see your face, one of his beautiful smiles immediately taking place on his lips as his eyes found yours. “would you be okay with doing that? you have such pretty arms” you asked, voice relaxed as you caressed the arm around you, the sleeveless shirt he wore allowing you to see the entirety of his toned limb.  yujun couldn’t help but smile as you spoke, finding it adorable how you did little to hide your adoration for his body. “of course, we can walk to the craft store to get some later” he smiled “not right now though, im too comfy” he muttered and brought you back tighter to his chest, eliciting a cute giggle to come out of your pretty lips.  “sure, prince, whenever you want” you smiled and cuddled further onto his chest, relaxing as you took in his scent. hours passed before you finally went to the store, taking the long way there as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. your laughs could probably be heard from the other side of town as you listened to his stories about practice; bashing on his teammates bad habits as he quickly skipped past his own, making you roll your eyes in amusement. once you finally got home with a few strands of different color ribbons, you sat back on your bed. yujun flexed his arm for you like you had instructed, watching the way you ogled at them with a sly smile. “see? i told you so much time in the gym would pay off” he teased as you finished tying the ribbon, causing you to roll your eyes. “i never said it didn’t” you answered, grabbing your phone to take pictures as well as to record the video you wanted. “i forget sometimes, though” “what?” yujun couldn’t keep your eyes off of you for a second, too enamored by the sight of your pretty face to even consider looking away. “that you’re ripped, you’re so squishy” you smiled, taking your hands to his cheeks and squishing lightly. he chuckled at your action, taking your hand in his to bring it to his lips and kiss your palm. “i’ll have to remind you more often, then”  “keep going with the sleeveless shirts and I won't forget for a second.” you laughed, stealing a quick peck from his lips. “i knew the plan was working” he muttered all smiley before joining your lips again.

ᯓ let’s be completely real for a second. there was absolutely no way that this trend could exist without you dragging your boyfriend into it. you know it, his members know it, he knows it. in complete honestly, hunter was waiting for you to ask him if you could do that trend for a while now, knowing that you wanted to by the amount of times he had seen one of those videos play on your screen while you mindlessly scrolled. he wasn’t going to bring it up, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t hint at the fact that he would be more than happy to partake in the video if that’s what you wanted. with that said, when you asked him if you could do it, he agreed immediately and with no objections. he tried hard to contain his smile and not show you just how much he had been waiting for you to ask, but he could never keep a secret from you.

you were sitting down on hunter's lap as you laid on the couch, watching tiktok on your phone in hopes to cure the boredom of a rainy day when a video of the trend appeared on your screen. hunter smiled as he waited for you to speak, knowing that you couldn’t see him because of the position you found yourselves in.  “i always wanted to do that with you, you know” you mumbled, letting the video play. “really now?” he mumbled, doing his best to contain the humor in his voice. you shifted on his lap, looking at him with a soft smile. “yeah, can we?” you asked, doing puppy dog eyes like he didn’t immediately say yes to anything you ever asked for. “of course, princess. i think i have ribbon on one of the drawers” he smiled and kissed your forehead. what he didn’t say though, is that he had bought it the first time he had seen you look at the trend, knowing you well enough to know that the question would be asked eventually. you let out a small “yay” before climbing away from him to rummage through his drawers, looking for the ribbon until you found the small pink roll of it. you went back to your prior place one you had cut a long strand of it, waiting for hunter to flex his arm so you could get to work. once it was done you couldn't contain the small squeal at the sight of your boyfriend’s arm with the bow around it. hunter chuckled as he watched you take pictures and the video, enveloping you in his arms again when you were done. “wait… why do you have ribbon just laying around?” you asked curiously after a couple moments of silence. “let’s just say i know you well enough” he chuckled, making you smile and cuddle further into his body. 

ᯓ oh, yechan had been waiting for this one. the truth was that he had seen these videos before you had and he really really wanted to do it. he had even begun exercising his arms more often so he would be in his prime when the moment came. the only issue is that you didn’t seem to want to, because it had been weeks and you had not asked him nor even hinted at wanting to do it. spoiler alert, you whole heartedly did, you were just too shy to bring the idea up to him because you thought he would laugh at your face at the mere mention of it. so imagine your surprise when he was the one to bring it up, more as a whine than an actual proposal to do a simple little tiktok trend.

yechan had noticed that the trend had been spreading like the plague throughout the group. the way all the boys were flexing (see what i did there) about the videos their respective girlfriends had posted was driving him a little insane at this point, because he hadn’t been asked yet. he knew it was not an issue with his body, of course. he had worked his ass off to get to where he was today, and he deserved to have a pretty, girlie little ribbon tied to his bicep too, but it seemed like you didn’t think so; and he had had enough. you were sitting on your respective chairs in front of his monitor (yes, he got you a chair too), playing videogames as you normally did when you were bored. you were seconds away from winning when the screen froze, indicating that yechan had paused it and eliciting a whine from your lips. you turned to face him, about to complain about him being an absolute baby before being interrupted by him voicing his own complaints. “i think i have great arms, you know?” he spoke, causing you to frown in confusion.  “what?” you questioned, moving his chair as well so he could face you completely. “i have great arms, i work out a lot” he pressed, his eyebrows creased with what seemed like annoyance. “i know you do, babe” you answered, watching his face full of frustration, so very confused. “then why haven’t you asked me to do that stupid trend?” he asked, and then it clicked on your head. “the ribbon one?” you asked, your confusion slowly morphing into a slight smile. “yes! i’ve been waiting for you to ask and you haven’t and i don’t get why” he frowned, and you almost cooed at how incredibly adorable he looked. you stood up wordlessly, going towards your bag as yechan looked at you intently. were you really walking away from him right now?  his concerns dissipated as you sat back down, a long piece of ribbon in your hands. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, but i was too embarrassed” you explained, your smile a little shy, “i thought you thought it was dumb, by the way you talked about the other videos” yechan’s facial features relaxed immediately, overtaken by sheer softness. “i would never think anything you want to do is dumb, baby” he smiled, grabbing your face as he caressed your cheeks. “cute, will you let me do it now?” you smiled and kissed the palm of his hand before moving away, waiting for him to get into position. he rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm, causing your smile to widen as you began tying the ribbon around his toned arms. when you were taking the pictures, inwardly giggling because of how good he looked, you realized something. “have you been working out more?” yechan’s face tinted a light red at your question, but he nodded sheepishly nonetheless. “maybe.. i wanted to look good on the video”  his words made you laugh, shaking your head as you moved forward to cradle his face, peppering kisses all over it “how cute.”

★ blue's corner ;; i took so incredibly long to write this its not even funny. anyways this is for my two pookies ILY. ★ taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @kodaswrld

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[dropitlikeapeong]

heyyy, just wanted to thank you once again for the xikers content🙏 im having a hard time finding any content at all here so im very glad i found your blog!

i was wondering if you could do ot10 reactions to the “shes busy” prank, thank you so muchh!

It's a pleasure🩵 we are lacking xikers content on this app (and particularly the kind that i was looking for), it's exactly why I started this blog and it makes me so happy to see that people actually like what I put out🫠, so I hope this is to your liking as well🩵

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"she's busy" prank on

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Bf!xikers x fem!reader

CW: user @/dropitlikeapeong has a taken a strong liking to the mean!xikers category and that topic unintentionally found it's way into these texts so I apologize. Swearing. Tiny mention of jealousy. Mentions of food. Small mention of violence. If there's anything else I'm forgetting to add here, pls let me know.

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Hyunwoo

Junghoon

Seeun

Yujun

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[starskq]

SPRAINED ANKLE / P.S

Pairing ◊ barista!reader x barista!seeun

Genre ◊ kinda enemies to lovers ?, fluff

Warnings ◊ kissing

Word count ◊ 3,19k

Summary ◊ You and Seeun worked together at a little coffee shop, but little problem: you hated each other. Until you sprained your ankle during a shift.

You and Seeun worked together in a little coffee shop tucked away in the heart of your college town. From the moment you met, it was clear you were like oil and water. His cocky demeanor clashed violently with your straightforward attitude. Every shift was like a battleground, filled with sarcastic remarks and heated glares. To customers, you were known as a comedic duo. 

One night, as the clock struck ten, signaling the end of another long day, the last customer just left. You and Seeun began your closing routine. The air was thick with usual tension, your mutual disdain evident in every word and gesture. 

‘’Seeun, did you forget to clean the espresso machine again?’’ You asked, your voice raised with annoyance as you cited down the counter. 

He rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry, princess. Did you forget to restock the sugar packets like you were supposed to?’’ 

You shot him a whitening glare. ‘’It’s not my job to clean up after your mess.’’ 

‘’And it’s not mine to remind you of yours,’’ he retorted, leaning casually against the counter you just wiped. 

You huffed and turned away, focusing on your tasks. You reach up to grab a box from a high shelf when suddenly, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. You let out a yelp and stumbled, dropping the box with a loud thud. 

‘’Great, just great,’’ you muttered, through gritted teeth, catching your ankle. 

Seeun’s smoke faded instantly. He rushed over, concern flashing in his eyes. ‘’What did you do now?’’ He asked, his tone sharp but worried. 

You winced, trying to stand up but failing. ‘’I think I twisted my ankle,’’ you admitted, your voice strained with pain. 

‘’Sit down,’’ he ordered, a bit more gently this time. He helped you to a chair, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual harsh demeanor. 

You watched in disbelief as he knelt in front of you, carefully examining your ankle. ‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, your voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. 

‘’Helping you, obviously,’’ he replied, his tone brusque. ‘’Do you always have to question everything?’’ 

‘’Why are you helping me?’’ You asked, wincing as he prodded your ankle. 

‘’Because I don’t want to be the one explaining to our boss why you’re limping around,’’ je said, but there was an undertone of genuine concern in his voice you caught up on. 

He stood up and fetched a first aid kit from behind the counter. He returned with a tube of cream and a bandage. ‘’This might sting a bit,’’ he warned, applying the cream to your swollen ankle. 

You hissed at the cold sensation but didn’t pull away. ‘’You know you're not half bad at this,’’ you remarked, trying to lighten the mood. 

‘’Don’t get used to it,’’ he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he began wrapping your ankle with the bandage. ‘’Just stay still and let me finish.’’ 

You watched him work, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. ‘’Why do you have to be so infuriating all the time?’’ You muttered. 

‘’Because someone had to keep you on your toes,’’ he shot back, securing the bandage with a final tug. ‘’And clearly, you need someone to watch out for you. 

You couldn't help but chuckle despite the pain. "You know, for someone who supposedly hates me, you're pretty decent when it counts.’’

Seeun met your eyes, a severe expression on his face. "Just because we don't get along doesn't mean I want to see you hurt," he said quietly. "Now, try to stay off that ankle for a bit.’’

You nodded, touched by his unexpected kindness. "Thanks, Seeun. I appreciate it.’’

"Don't mention it," he replied, standing up. »But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll deny it.’’

"Deal," you said, taking his hand and pulling yourself up. "But I might remind you every now and then, just to annoy you.’’

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said with a grin. You tried to get up from the chair but he stopped you in your tracks. ‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’

‘’I need to finish closing up,’’ you said, looking at him in disbelief. 

"Do you want to make it worse?" Seeun shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Just sit. I'll handle the rest.’’

Frustrated but knowing he was right, you reluctantly sank back into the chair. You watched as Seeun efficiently went about the closing tasks, moving with surprising grace for someone you always thought of as infuriatingly arrogant. He wiped down tables, mopped the floors, and even took out the trash—all the while glancing at you to make sure you were staying put.

"You really don't have to do all this,’’ you said, a touch of guilt in your voice. "I can at least help with the counters.’’

"No, you can't," Seeun replied firmly. "The last thing we need is for you to fall again and break something else.’’

You huffed, crossing your arms. "You're so bossy, you know that?’’

"And you're so stubborn," he retorted, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

Finally, they were done. Seeun locked the front door, and they both stepped outside into the cool night air. You glanced at your watch and groaned. "Great. I missed my last bus,’’ you muttered to yourself.

Seeun raised an eyebrow. "How far do you live?’’

"About thirty minutes away," you muttered. ‘’Walking.’’

"With a sprained ankle? Not happening," he said, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll give you a ride.’’

You blinked in surprise. "You don't have to do that.’’

"And you don't have to walk home injured," he shot back, leading you to his car parked a few steps away. "Just get in."

You hesitated but then relented, hobbling to the passenger side and sliding into the seat. Seeun started the engine, and they pulled out of the parking lot.

"You know, you're not as bad as I thought,’’ you said after a few minutes of silence, glancing at him.

"Gee, thanks," Seeun replied sarcastically, though he couldn't hide a small smile. "You're not exactly a walk in the park either.’’

You chuckled. "I guess we both have our moments.’’

The drive continued with your usual banter, though it felt lighter, less hostile. You couldn't help but notice how different Seeun looked behind the wheel. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting his sharp features. He had a relaxed, confident air about him, one hand casually resting on the gearshift, the other on the steering wheel. He looked, for lack of a better word, incredibly hot.

"Stop staring,’’ Seeun said suddenly, breaking your reverie.

You felt your cheeks flush. "I wasn't staring.’’

"Right," he said, smirking. "Just like I wasn't scolding you earlier.’’

"Okay, fine. Maybe I was staring," you admitted. "But only because you look weirdly competent for once.’’

‘’Competent?’’ he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess.’’

You both laughed, the tension between you dissolving into something almost comfortable. As you approached your neighborhood, you realized you were actually enjoying his company. It was a strange, unexpected feeling.

"Thanks for the ride," you said as you pulled up in front of your house. "And for helping me with my ankle.’’

"Don't mention it," Seeun replied, his expression softening. "Just try not to hurt yourself again, okay? I don't want to have to play nursemaid every shift.’’

As you opened the front door, you glanced at the staircase leading to your apartment on the third floor. You sighed, realizing how difficult it would be to climb with your sprained ankle. Seeun, still standing by his car, noticed your hesitation.

"You're not seriously thinking about climbing those stairs, are you?" he called out, his tone half-scolding, half-concerned.

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's just a few steps. I'll manage.’’

"No way," Seeun said, striding up to you. "I'm not letting you hurt yourself even more.’’

Before you could protest, he bent down and scooped you into his arms.

"Seeun! Put me down!" You exclaimed, your face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

"Not a chance," he replied, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs. "You're stubborn, but I'm more stubborn.’’

You grumbled but couldn't help feeling a bit touched by his gesture. "You know, for someone who acts like he hates me, you're pretty decent when you want to be.’’

"Don't get used to it," he said with a smirk, reaching the top of the stairs. "I still think you're a pain in the ass."

When they reached your door, you fumbled with her your, finally managing to unlock it. Seeun gently set you down just inside the apartment. You turned to him, an awkward silence hanging in the air for a moment.

"Um, do you want to come in for a drink or something?’’ You asked, surprising yourself with the invitation. "It's the least I can do after you carried me up here.’’

Seeun looked at you for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not. Just a quick drink, though.’’

You led him into the small living room and gestured for him to sit while you hobbled to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. What do you want? Water, soda, tea?’’

"Water's fine," he said, looking around the cozy apartment. "Nice place.’’

"Thanks," you replied, pouring two glasses of water and carefully bringing them to the living room, limping a little because of your ankle. You handed him a glass and sat down across from him at the kitchen counter.

"So," Seeun started, taking a sip of his water, "why do you insist on doing everything yourself even when you're hurt?’’

"Why do you insist on being so infuriating?" You shot back, though there was no real anger in your voice.

He chuckled. "I guess it's easier to argue than to admit that we might actually get along if we tried.’’

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling a strange pull between you. You noticed the way his eyes flickered over you, a mix of frustration and something else you wouldn’t dare describe.

As Seeun glanced around your apartment, his eyes fell on a framed poster of Liverpool's Anfield stadium hanging on the wall. Next to it was a shelf lined with memorabilia: scarves, miniature jerseys, and a few of your photos at various matches.

"Wait a minute," Seeun said, his tone shifting from casual to surprised. "You like Liverpool?’’

You looked up from your drink, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up your eyes. "Like? I love Liverpool! I've been a fan since I was a kid.’’

A wide grin spread across Seeun's face. "You're kidding! I'm a huge Liverpool fan too. Did you see the match against Manchester City last month? What a game!’’

Your eyes widened with excitement. "Are you serious? That match was incredible! Salah's goal was absolutely insane!’’

"Right?" Seeun exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat. "I couldn't believe the way he weaved through your defense. It's like he was playing with kids out there.’’

You laughed, the animosity between you momentarily forgotten. "I know! And Alisson's saves were phenomenal. That guy is a wall.’’

You continued chatting animatedly about your favorite team, each game, and player, exchanging stories and experiences. For the first time, you found yourselves on the same wavelength, your shared passion bridging the gap that usually separated you.

"Have you ever been to Anfield?" Seeun asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Twice," you replied proudly. "The atmosphere is unreal. There's nothing like singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' with thousands of your fans.’’

"I'm so jealous," Seeun said, shaking his head. "I've been dying to go. It's on my bucket list for sure.’’

"Maybe you should stop being so arrogant and save up for a trip," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

Seeun smirked. "And maybe you should stop being so stubborn and let people help you once in a while.’’

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. "I don't need help. Especially not from you.’’

"Right, because hobbling up the stairs on a sprained ankle is a sign of independence," Seeun shot back, though he was smiling.

"At least I don't act like I know everything," you retorted, crossing your arms.

"That's because I do know everything," he said with a wink.

You both laughed, the earlier tension easing into a more comfortable rhythm. It was strange, you thought, how easily you slipped back into your usual banter, yet it felt different now—less hostile, more... familiar.

"You know, it's weird," you said, after a moment of comfortable silence. "I never would have guessed we had something in common.’’

"Yeah, it's almost like there's more to people than meets the eye," Seeun replied a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Who knew?’’

"Maybe if you weren't so busy being insufferable, you might have figured that out sooner," you teased.

"Or maybe if you weren't so determined to be difficult, we could have had this conversation months ago," he countered.

You shook your head, smiling. "You really can't help yourself, can you?’’

"Nope," Seeun said, grinning. "It's part of my charm.’’

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," he said confidently. "And it seems to be working, doesn't it?’’

Y/n laughed again, shaking her head. ‘’Only in your dreams.’’

As your conversation lulled, he glanced down at your ankle. ‘’So, how’s your ankle holding up?’’ 

You waved a hand dismissively. ‘’It’s okay now. Just a little sore, that’s all. 

Seeun raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, right. Let me see.’’

You started to protest, but Seeun was already kneeling in front of you, gently lifting your leg to inspect the injury. "Seeun, it's really—‘’

"Shut up for a second," he interrupted, his eyes widening as he looked at your ankle. ‘’Y/n, this is not fine.’’

You ankle was swollen and turning a deep shade of blue, the bruising spreading across your skin. It had definitely tripled in size since you first injured it. Seeun's jaw tightened with concern.

"Why didn't you say it was this bad?" he demanded, though his touch was gentle as he carefully removed the makeshift bandage he had applied earlier.

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," you admitted, wincing slightly as he applied some fresh cream to the bruised area.

"This is a big deal, y/n," he said, his voice softening. "You need to take better care of yourself.’’

You watched him work, surprised by the care and attention he was giving you. "I didn't think you'd care this much," you said quietly.

He glanced up at you, his expression serious. "Just because we bicker all the time doesn't mean I want to see you hurt. You really need to learn to ask for help when you need it.’’

"I know," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm just not used to relying on others.’’

"Well, get used to it," he replied, rewrapping your ankle with a clean bandage. "At least when it comes to me.’’

"Is that an offer?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"It's more of a statement," he said, finishing the bandage and standing up. "And don't argue with me about it.’’

You laughed softly. "Fine, I won't argue. This time.’’

‘’Come on, let's get you more comfortable," he said, offering you a hand so you could stand. 

You took his hand, but as you tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through you ankle, causing you to stumble forward. Seeun quickly caught you, your bodies pressed close together. Your faces were just inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Easy there," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "You okay?’’

You nodded, but the pain was evident on your face. "Yeah, just hurts a bit.’’

As he steadied you, his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, and your heart raced.

"You know," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, "you could kiss me if you wanted to.’’

Seeun's eyes widened slightly, his expression unreadable. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

You swallowed, feeling the heat of the moment. "Yes," you whispered back, your breath catching in uyour throat.

Slowly, as if giving you a chance to back out, Seeun leaned in. His lips brushed against yours softly at first, testing, before pressing more firmly. Your eyes fluttered closed as ou melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt for balance.

His hand cupped your cheek gently, mindful of your injured ankle. The kiss deepened, growing more heated as your pent-up emotions finally found release. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer.

You broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur. "I didn't expect this.’’

"Neither did I," you admitted, your fingers still tangled in his shirt. 

Your eyes locked, and he took a deep breath before again breaking the distance against you. You kissed again, this time slower, savoring the moment. As you lost balance again, seeun reluctantly broke the kiss, chuckling slightly. ‘’You should probably sit down,’’ 

You nodded as he helped you to the couch, ensuring you were comfortable before sitting beside you. Your faces were flushed, the lingering heat of your kiss still evident. 

“So,” Seeun said, his usual cocky smirk returning, “does this mean you’re going to stop being so stubborn and listen to me now?’’

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. “In your dreams. Just because we kissed doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.’’

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, come on. You know you like it when I take charge.’’

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please, you’re only good for reaching high stuff and being annoying.’’

“Annoying?” he repeated, leaning in closer. “I seem to remember you enjoying our little moment just now.’’

Your cheeks flushed deeper. “It was a moment of weakness.’’

“Is that what we’re calling it?” he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Yes,” you said firmly, though your smile betrayed you. “And don’t get any ideas that this means I’ll be going easy on you at work.’’

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Seeun replied, grinning. “I like our little arguments. Keeps things interesting.’’

“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” you shot back, though there was no real malice in your voice. “Exasperating, maybe.’’

“Admit it,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.”

“Miss you?” You laughed. “More like I’d finally get some peace and quiet.’’

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, y/n.’’

“And you’re insufferable, Seeun,” you replied, but your tone was light, almost affectionate.

You fell into a comfortable silence, your banter a familiar and oddly comforting rhythm.

[hongtonie]

sugar, spice, and everything nice!

[woojungz]

park seeun x fem!reader 🌼🪁

❝ one shot

𓂃𓈒 helping your best friend (to whom you have a miserable crush on) buy valentines gifts for someone else was probably the worst decision you've ever made. but that's what besties are for, right?

word count: 4.4k

author's note: typed out the initial plot on my notes app at 3am, got dizzy, then passed out. i thought when im gonna begin to fully write this out it's gonna be like a 1k word count kinda thing, but then boom… 4k. i really need to get used to writing longer fics, i find that i get very impatient and that i want to get it all done quickly! (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

it’s monday again, your most dreaded day of the week. especially now in particular, thank god your classes were over, but the walk through the halls were a pain. not only were the valentine's day decorations already set up, but the student body was buzzing with all these talks about love, relationships, and couples.

you didn’t want to call yourself a hopeless romantic, but you couldn’t really toss away the sliver of thought that one day you’ll finally be able to understand all the fuss about valentines. so far, your advances when it comes to romantic matters weren't smoothly sailing. it’s just that… you’ve hit a rock when it comes to getting past the best friend level, as you call it.

and when you stop in front of his open locker door, you begin to recount the memories of your friendship and how all this one-sided romantic bullshit needs to come to an end once you graduate. thankfully though, you’re in your last year of high school, hoping to move to the far end of the city and forget about your silly crush.

you’re startled when he slams his locker door close, snapping you out of your thoughts. speak of the devil… you like to joke around that your neck might grow sore from the way you always have to look up at him.

“oh, y/n! perfect. i’ve actually been thinking about you earlier, wanna ask you about something.” his words melt into a chuckle as you nod in response. park seeun… the guy you have a silly little crush on. and of course you’re not gonna start having a session in your mind and ramble off about how dreamy and cool he is that you’ve developed feelings. enough of that corny nonsense. whatever it is, aside from the fondness you’ve developed with him being your best friend, you’re not really sure what’s drawn you in to want something more.

but hold on, what was he saying again? he’s been thinking of you earlier, and wants to ask you about something?

well… you were previously trashing on the cringiness of valentines and all but of course you can’t deny it—does he secretly have feelings for you and wants to ask you out on a date… for valentines?!

really, y/n. if those floating little angel and devil that hover on your shoulders do exist, they’d probably already smacked your head hard you’re gonna knock over.

let’s be real. it’s probably gonna be some dumb question that’s bound to piss you off.

“hm, what is it you wanna ask?” you reply, watching him sling his bag over his shoulder as you trailed beside him through the halls.

“i think it’s better if we talk about it somewhere by the bleachers.” his brow raises a bit, a grin tugging by his lips that you were so familiar with. he looks so charming right now, but you’re bringing those thoughts to the grave because for sure he’s never gonna let it go if you stroke his ego the slightest bit.

your lips parted at his response, raising your gaze back it him. “why at the bleachers though, can’t we just talk about it at some corner here?”

seeun begins looking around, seemingly in deep thought. “i wanna talk about it with you alone.”

oh. never in your life would you think that the same plot you’ve been witnessing in countless romance movies is finally gonna happen to you. there’s just no way he’s not gonna ask you on a date once you get to the bleachers by the football field. and add to that… he’s so serious right now you kinda miss the usual banter the two of you engage in everytime you’re together.

it’s just all clicking together too well… so you do your best in trying to suppress a squeal from your throat, ignoring the hammering beat of your heart in your chest. no way you’re gonna ruin the greatest moment that’s gonna happen in like what, five minutes? so you tune out the background noise as you wordlessly follow seeun to your destination, thinking of the perfect response to say when he asks you out on a date for valentines.

“oh… i don’t think i have any schedules past 3pm. i’d gladly go on a date with you!” well yeah dumbass… you guys have the same schedule that day so he knows what time you’re done. and what’s up with that last sentence, you sound too excited. that’ll totally not do...

“really seeun? i’ve been waiting…” gosh you sound like you’re utterly in love with him. well, if you don’t mind seeun making fun of how you’ve probably been crushing on him since forever, then go ahead. i’m just gonna leave a warning, you’re probably never gonna hear the end of it.

“you’re so sweet seeun, of course i’ll go with you.” the way you’ve managed to think of a worse response than the first two is honestly quite impressive.

argh… this kinda stuff is unexpectedly too hard, and you’ve got your stagnant love life to blame.

only when you hear the crackle of the grass beneath your shoes do you realize you finally reached the football field. seeun suddenly begins to run swiftly towards the bleachers as you follow suit. what do you expect from someone who self proclaims as your school’s messi.

you’re out of breath, laughing as you finally caught up to him. he doesn’t even look fazed from running, his hair a bit tousled by the wind. “so what is it then seeun… better make sure whatever it is you’re asking me is worth it. we had to walk all the way to the other side of the school building for this!” you tease, hoping to shake away the subtle nervousness inside you.

“alright then, i’m not gonna waste time anymore.” he stands closer to you now, hands in his pockets as you hold your breath.

“i need your help, i’m buying valentines gifts for someone else.”

oh.

and just like that, your fantasy was absolutely shattered.

“huh.” you snort, a frown immediately falling over your face. “why me…”

you look to the side, masking your disappointment with irritation. so he’s got a girlfriend now? how come you never saw him with someone else.

“well, wouldn’t you know what are the best gifts to get girls, since… you’re a girl yourself?”

you don’t know if your brows could get any more narrow than they already are. “park seeun logic i guess.”

“come on y/n! i never ask you for favors anyway.” he begs, hands together in a pleading pose.

“honestly i never expected you were the kinda guy to do all this romantic nonsense for valentines… thought your head was only full of bullshit.”

“what’d you say?!”

“full of bullshit. want me to spell it out for you?” you cock an eyebrow at him, but the way a giggle is starting to bubble up in his throat is suspicious. seeun suddenly holds out his arms, like he’s gonna tickle you once he gets his hands on you. “hey, hey—stop that or i’m not helping you out!”

your voice echoes throughout the field, starting a playful chase with seeun, running around in tiring circles over and over. you’re yelling as he catches up to you in no time, gripping onto your bag hung over your frame. you have his legs to blame, with the way every step of his is double the distance of yours.

and as you catch your breath, panting, you settled down on the grass with seeun claiming the spot beside you. you fish out your water bottle from your bag, along with a piece of paper and pen.

“don’t lose this alright.” you mumble, his attention towards you as he watches you scribble notes on the paper.

by a minute you hand it over to him, the tips of his fingers touching yours in the exchange, mentally slapping yourself from noticing the miniscule detail. got to move on from your silly crush right now, unfortunately.

he blinks at the inked words: flowers, chocolate, necklace, and… movie tickets

“i knew i could count on you! thanks by the way.”

“if it goes well for you then you have to order me chicken alright!” you were already starting to think of distancing yourself from him right after valentines, thinking it was the right move as he’s probably gonna spend most of his time with whoever his girlfriend is anyway. talk about a pity party while chowing down fried chicken.

“of course.”

you spare him a short glance at the reply before turning your head somewhere by the horizon. “i think i gotta go, the sun is gonna set in a moment.” standing up, you stuffed your water bottle back in your bag and dusted your clothes from the grass. you were about to walk away without a goodbye, but seeun was quick to catch your wrist.

“—wait, wait. one more thing.”

“what is it now.” you pulled your hand from his grip, preparing yourself for another one of his takes.

“can you accompany me tomorrow when i buy all this stuff?” he waves the now crumpled piece of paper, eliciting a huff from you.

“fine, whatever seeun. don’t need to act like i got a choice since you’re probably gonna drag me with you anyway!” you joke around with him, making the both of you laugh in unison. your eyes catch his one last time this afternoon, turning around to walk away from the field, his gaze never leaving your figure until you were just a blur in the distance.

it’s the day after you got indirectly rejected, yet you’re spending it with seeun.

“so, which flowers do you think are the best around here?” you watch as he points to a bunch of displayed bouquets on a shelf, awaiting your answer.

“i don’t know seeun… how about you ask the florist over there instead? they’re experts in this sort of thing.”

he looks back at you with his lips in a straight line, his hand sneaking around your wrist. “i wouldn’t be asking you to come with me here if i wouldn’t trust your opinion you know.”

to be fair, he has a bit of a point right now. you shake free from his grip, taking a step towards the shelf. “alright whatever, move aside and i’ll take a look.”

you inspect the rows on display, until a particular one catches your attention. seeun’s gaze never left you, and he swears he could almost see a spark within your eyes as you saw the bouquet.

“this one looks cute,” you pointed to your favorite one, seeun inching closer to you. “and the bouquet wrapping’s your favorite color too, isn’t it?”

you nod, eyes flickering to him. “yeah… but wait seeun, wouldn’t it be better if you buy one in their favorite color instead? feel like it’ll be a bit more personal—”

“nope, nope. i trust your choice so i’m getting that one.” he’s rushing over to the florist, huffing as you watch him make the purchase. he better not blame you if this backfires because of his stubborness!

you’re about to give him a rant about the whole scenario until you realize that he’d probably not listen to you since he’s so hardheaded, so you just remain silent. but as you’re walking with seeun on the way to the candy shop, you can’t help but notice everyone else looking at the both of you while passing by.

“what a sweet couple the two of you are!” you’re startled when an old lady suddenly blurts out as you walk by her on the sidewalk, shock riddled all over your face. you turn towards seeun, waiting for him to clarify that the two of you were indeed not a couple.

i mean, if you look at it from another perspective, some guy holding a bouquet of flowers along with a girl would definitely look like a couple. but seeun only laughs, leaving dead air in between every single one of you.

“oh, we’re just friends!” you chuckle, watching as seeun remains wordless, only releasing another laugh.

“what a shame, you look really good together,” the old lady adds, making you sheepishly smile at her.

seeun nods, initiating the two of you go on as he bids goodbye to the old lady. honestly, you were expecting him to quickly deny the allegation of being a couple, bracing yourself as he’d probably throw in a playful insult. something about how he’s never gonna be in a relationship with someone as crazy as you or whatever.

but it never came, and it made you even wonder why he was only laughing as the small talk ensued a while ago.

maybe he’s just busy thinking, right? you figured that must be the reason as he leads, approaching the candy shop nearby. yeah… he’s probably just thinking of all the sweets he might buy as you get there.

a little bell rings as you go through the door, eyes lighting up at the amount of candies and chocolates displayed all around.

seeun beckons you over to a display by the counter, wanting to choose from the selection of special chocolate bars the shop has prepared for valentines.

and he’s off again in his own little world, staring intently as you choose from the display. noticing the way you were beginning to pout subtly, even stepping closer to inspect the chocolates. “woah, this one has different flavors together. i’ll try this one soon once i get to come back some other time.”

seeun doesn’t wait a second to ask the cashier so he could purchase the one you were ogling on the display, teasingly waving the chocolate in front of you once he’s paid for it.

“hey park seeun! you know people have different tastes right, what if they don’t enjoy those flavors?” you strike a conversation as the two of you begin strolling by the sidewalk.

seeun scoffs, the bouquet and paper bags rustling with every step of his. “oh don’t worry about that, i’m sure they’ll like this. you know them very well anyway.”

“huh?! the hell does that even mean.” you send him a peeved look, trying to catch up to him as he starts speeding up his pace. “are you trying to say they’re in the same class as me?”

he continues to ignore you as he starts another playful chase by the street, not missing the grin tugging on his lips.

“hey! park seeun, stop being so cryptic. is that why you keep coming to our classroom?!”

your shouts faded into giggles as he turned a corner, suddenly knocking yourself on his back when you managed to catch up to him. “we’re already here by the way,”

at least you’re finally halfway done with this whole fiasco seeun invited you in. you can’t deny the growing sullen mood you’re feeling in your heart. there’s probably already a stormy cloud floating above your head and raining on you, except you’re not in some silly cartoon.

you begin to follow seeun inside the jewelry shop, the sparkle of displayed accessories were a blur as your mind kept running with countless thoughts.

all this time you were under the notion that seeun kept showing up at your classroom because he wants to hang out. you didn’t want to admit it, but the only conclusion that you could arrive on was that he’s probably just spending time with you because his girlfriend is in the same class as yours. you mentally facepalm yourself at how oblivious you’ve been all this time.

you snap out of it when he starts dangling a necklace in front of you, attention flickering towards the heart shaped pendant he laid over his palm. "this one's a bit cool isn't it? and it opens up so you could put a photo or something."

"hm, it's perfect if you wanna put a couple photo inside the locket!” you beam, meeting his gaze.

and he lets out a scoff, the same one he does whenever he's about to spew some nonsense.

"or... they could just put a photo of me! y'know, so they could look at it whenever they miss me or something."

he laughs at the way your expression fell, lips almost in a straight line as you glare it him. "i've honestly never met someone so full of themself like you."

"guess that probably means this ones the best choice out of all, gotcha!” you only scrunch your nose at him, feigning an eye twitch before he turns around to pay for the necklace.

you're honestly quite confused on how he could have you sinking into a sullen mood and have you reeling in irritation the next second.

park seeun you're such a mystery...

you were startled and greatly embarrassed when seeun’s voice blared throughout the hall of the cinema, earning a few sharp glares here and there. add to that… he was calling you by your name, walking towards him with your head hung low in shame.

“seeun! have some decorum, will you?” you kept your voice to a volume, landing a harsh slap on his arm. he hissed, rubbing the impact of your hit.

“yeah, yeah whatever. kinda your fault you’re standing too far away from me.” you acted as if you were gonna playfully smack him again, flailing his arms in front of him in defense. “i know you’re probably tired by now since we’ve been walking around since morning, but i’m sure you’ll love this one.”

he cheekily grins before pointing to the poster stuck on the wall, and seeun swears he’s seeing the same glint in your eyes again. “wasn’t this the movie you were spamming me about days ago?”

“yeah but—” you take a step forward before getting interrupted by seeun.

“great! then i’ll go ahead and buy tickets for this now, seems like a fun movie for a date, don’t you think?”

he’s quick to rush towards the counter, the squeak of his shoes fading away as you remain slumped in front of the movie poster. the same movie you’d always talk to him about, to the point of gushing over it, even. seeun knew how much you loved that movie series after begging him to watch it with you every time he’s over at your house.

when you found out about the news that it’s getting a new movie in theaters around this time of the month, you wasted no time in getting tickets for the two of you in advance, planning to invite him for a movie hang out right after valentines—having expected that seeun will share the same sentiments as you, that valentines was pure bullshit and that he’d rather spend a day with his best friend than all that lovey-dovey nonsense.

guess not anymore. as you follow him out of the cinema, you couldn’t care less about what he was babbling about, his voice a mere blur as you hear it. sinking into this miserable reverie of having to probably drop your fixation towards your favorite movie series, because now it just reminds you of him. how he inadvertently rejected you.

“are you okay y/n? you’ve been out of it ever since we started walking to the bus stop.”

curse seeun and his hyper aware self, always sensitive to your moods and such. making it even harder for you to move on, as you call it.

but he was met with silence, trudging along to your unusually faster pace tonight. he’s your best friend after all, so he pushes, even poking his finger repeatedly on your shoulder to get you to talk.

you’ve had enough of dealing with him today, wanting to hear the end of it. and so you dig your heel on the concrete, meeting his eyes with a glare as you raised your voice. “would you quit it!?”

thank god there was no one else around, only the chirp of the crickets and your heavy breathing. “alright, alright geez… it’s just, if you’re not feeling okay, then i don’t wanna leave you going home by yourself.”

he gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead, to which you harshly swatted away. the bus conveniently neared the two of you, immediately rushing to step into the vehicle once it came into a halt. seeun’s eyes never left your figure until you disappear in his sight, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bus that's further away from him.

and he watches the bus leave into the distance, unaware of the heartbreak you carried all the way home.

you were honestly surprised that no tears threatened to well up as you rode the bus home, until you slammed your bedroom door shut did it all come flooding in.

seeun and his stupid—his stupid attitude, stupid obliviousness, stupid… stupid everything!

you also blame yourself for choosing to spend the whole day with him, at this point it’s like you're begging your heart to get shattered to pieces. you bury yourself in the sheets to comfort yourself, seemingly making it worse as you recognize hints of seeun’s familiar cologne on your blanket, making you burst to tears even more.

you even start to wonder if you’d done any crimes your past life that led to all your current predicament: at the end of the day, he’s got this collection of gifts that you like, except… he’s not gonna give it to you. and knowing seeun, he’s probably gonna force you to come with him as well to help with his valentines surprise, and you have to plaster on a stiff, fake smile and pretend everything else is alright only your end.

and about those movie tickets… you’d probably just set a bonfire to throw it in and watch your hard earned money burn into ashes, pretending your heartbreak’s also fading away with it.

talk about brutal. you scoff, stuffing your face impossibly closer to your pillows, crying yourself to sleep.

you surprisingly felt numb when you woke up to the sun streaming through your blinds, immediately unlocking your phone to a dozen missed alarms and… calls.

you couldn’t even care less about missing class today. despite the way you cried your heart out last night, the wound still felt fresh as you read a bunch of notifications that came from seeun.

it was a bit difficult to read from your puffy, half-awake eyes, but you managed to see his messages asking why you’re late, begging you to come today. all because he’s apparently gonna give you the coupons to that fried chicken place he promised.

you groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, contemplating. fuck fried chicken honestly, if it means having seeun witness your horrible state right now, you’re out of there.

unfortunately, you always manage to amaze yourself at your audacity to go against your thoughts, letting your feelings lead your decisions instead of being rational.

thankfully seeun’s nowhere to be found as you attended the rest of your afternoon classes, hoping no one would notice the remnants of a breakdown from your eyes.

pft… and why would you even be looking for him anyway. starting today, you’d wanna avoid him as much as possible, so you’d successfully move on, right?

but as you clutched your bag tight, walking through the halls as class was dismissed, it just made you even more bitter seeing the couples around you be all over each other. you wonder why you even bothered to come in late when you'd wanna just skip today's classes because valentines irks you to the core.

you didn’t even care anymore as you pushed through the crowd of people, along with a blur of reds and pinks from the littered valentines decorations all around, almost making you wanna throw up from cringe.

but you yelp when you suddenly got yanked at a random corner of the hall, ready to kick your ‘kidnapper’ into oblivion until you look up, craning your neck far too much until you realize it’s seeun.

and you don't miss the sight of the bouquet of flowers and gifts he's holding behind him.

"really seeun? i'm not gonna be helping you with handing it to them. you're on your own now by the way. i know you can do it." you say, face completely deadpanned.

“wait—” he firmly grasps onto your bag once you turned in an attempt to leave. “if this is about the fried chicken, i don’t care anymore. just keep it, i’m going home.”

“y/n i think you’ve got it all wrong.”

he doesn’t let go of your bag, trying to free yourself from his hold, fuming.

“yeah, it’s so wrong trying to shove to my face that you finally got yourself your own love life! i know we banter all the time but i also have my limits.” he watches as you raise your voice at him, a hurt expression falling over your face, one that he doesn’t like.

"just because we're best friends doesn't mean you can ask me for help with this kinda stuff! because what if... what if i..." what if i actually have feelings for you? you choke on your words, preventing yourself from blurting out an unwanted confession.

seeun's hold on your bag turns weak, his eyes softening. "what if you what, y/n? you've been acting weird since yesterday and i'm honestly getting a bit worried. tell me what's wrong then, so i can help you feel better."

"it's not something you could help with." you turn your gaze at the lockers, anywhere but focusing him.

“y/n if you just listen to me for a second then we’ll—” he attempts to calm you down, until you interrupt.

“you just don’t get it because you’re a guy!”

he takes a deep breath before grabbing your shoulder with his free hand, shaking your frame with every word he lets go. “all these gifts are for you y/n. it’s my valentines surprise for you!”

you take a step back, mouth parted in confusion.

“is this some kind of sick joke?”

“god… do i even have to spell it out. i like you, more than friends… or best friends! l-i-k-e y-o-u. got that?”

he lets out all of his thoughts, desperate that you get the message, rendering you speechless.

"i'm not really that good with words but... i've had feelings for the longest. i hope these gifts could make you realize how i feel?"

“me too seeun, it's a bit embarrassing to admit that i like you as well... i just, got a bit confused since you were talking about it as if you’re giving it to some other person. i'm sorry about what happened yesterday.” you look away from him, focusing on the floor instead.

“you know i got you always, right y/n? besides, why’d i give it to someone else when i got gifts that are personally your favorites?”

he finally got his point across as you let out a huff, rolling your eyes as you let him stare down at you with that beady gaze of his, feeling his fingers ghost towards your neck as he laces a necklace around it.

“well, what can you say about it? did i do good in trying to find out what gifts you’re gonna like huh?” you roll your eyes once again, snatching the chocolate and bouquet of flowers from him. you wordlessly linked your arm with his, starting to wander through the halls, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling. you swear he’s never gonna let it go if he sees you show the littlest bit of enthusiasm over his gift.

as you step outside the field of the school once again, you manage to break the silence, looking up at him. “oh. but i… i did buy us tickets for the movie as well. it was supposed to be a surprise.”

“you’re so bad at surprises y/n, you know that?” he flicks your forehead, earning a glare.

“coming from you?!”

“yeah, well… you seemed to be happy with it from the way you were avoiding my eyes once i handed—hey, hey— wait y/n i’m just kidding, don’t hit me with the bouquet! y/n! @#%@&”