#park sungho

[coriihanniee]

Guess WHO! - boynextdoor smau

𓂃۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : When multiple leaked photos ignite a wildfire of speculation, the world is certain—BOYNEXTDOOR'S Y/N is secretly dating one of the members. But who? No one knows, and you refuse to clear the air. Instead, you turn the chaos into a game, scattering cryptic clues and half-truths while every member plays along, deepening the mystery. Every glance, every post, every moment is a riddle waiting to be solved. Is the answer hidden in plain sight, or are you leading everyone in circles? How far can a secret stretch before it unravels? And when it does—will anyone be ready for the truth?

CHAPTER 30 : my best mistake (you)

[22:46PM] :

The night air clings to your skin, cool and crisp, as if the universe itself is holding its breath. It smells like earth and grass, faint but familiar, grounding you in a way that does nothing to steady the wild rhythm of your heart. Somewhere in the distance, a cicada hums, the only sound against the quiet hush of the world at rest. Above, the sky stretches out like an endless canvas of black, pricked with stars so small and distant they hardly feel real.

And yet, they are. Just like the boy beside you.

You steal a glance at him, the dim glow of the moon casting soft shadows along his jawline. He’s sitting close—close enough that his presence wraps around you like gravity, grounding you in a way that feels both comforting and terrifying. His hand lingers on the ground between you, fingers barely brushing yours. It’s such a light touch, so fleeting it could almost be accidental. Almost.

But nothing about him ever feels accidental.

Not the way he looks at you—like he sees straight through the layers you’ve built, past the walls you swore would protect you. Not the way he listens—fully, completely, like your words are the only ones that matter. And especially not the way he holds himself back, as if he’s always fighting the urge to pull you closer.

For once, there are no cameras. No prying eyes dissecting your every move. No whispers slithering beneath your skin, twisting the simplest things into something unrecognizable.

It’s just him. Just you.

And the truth you’ve spent so long trying to bury.

You swallow, your throat tight as you stare up at the stars. You don’t want to ruin this moment. Don’t want to let the weight of everything crash into the fragile quiet between you. But the words press against your ribs, aching to be spoken.

Before you can stop yourself, they slip free.

“Did you ever think it would be this hard?”

Your voice is softer than you intended, the vulnerability in it making your stomach twist.

Beside you, he doesn’t answer right away. His gaze stays fixed on the sky, his lips slightly parted as if the words are tangled somewhere deep inside him. And maybe that’s what you love most about him—the way he never rushes to fill the silence. The way he lets the truth settle between you until it’s ready to be spoken.

Finally, he exhales, his breath slow and measured. “What do you mean?”

His voice is quiet, careful, but there’s an edge of knowing beneath it. Like he already understands—even if you don’t say it aloud.

You hesitate, your fingers curling against the ground. “This.” You gesture vaguely toward the night, but the ache in your chest makes your meaning clear. “Loving someone like this. In secret—like it’s something we have to hide.”

His fingers twitch beside yours, the smallest hesitation. You know that movement. You’ve seen it before. It’s the way he holds himself back when he wants to reach for you but doesn’t. The way he chooses caution over impulse. Because he knows—just as well as you do—what it would mean if he didn’t.

“I knew it wouldn’t be easy,” he says at last. His voice is steady, but there’s something raw in it. Something that makes your breath catch. “But I didn’t think it would weigh on you like this.”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling beneath the sadness. “It’s not just the fans,” you murmur. “It’s the way they—” Your voice catches for a moment, thick and heavy. “The way they dissect everything. Every post. Every glance. Like we’re not even real. Just something for them to figure out, to tear apart.”

The words sit heavy in the space between you. You let out a slow breath, running a hand through your hair. “And every time I say or do anything, it’s like they’re waiting. Watching. Like I owe them an answer.”

You don’t mean for your voice to shake. But it does.

For a moment, there’s only silence.

Then—his hand moves.

Slowly, deliberately, his fingers brush against yours again. But this time, he doesn’t pull away. His touch is warm, steady in a way that makes you want to collapse into him and never let go.

“You don’t owe them anything.” His voice is quiet, but there’s a certainty to it that makes your chest tighten. “Your feelings—us—that’s ours. And no one gets to take that from you.”

Your throat tightens. Because for all the nights you’ve spent feeling like this love is a battle you’re destined to lose—he’s still here. Still choosing you.

You blink up at the sky, swallowing hard. “Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hiding like this. Pretending like I’m fine when—” The words stick to your throat, painful and raw. “When I just want to be yours. Out loud.”

His silence should scare you. But it doesn’t. Because his silence has never meant absence. If anything, it means he’s feeling too much, all at once.

When he finally speaks, his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Do you regret it?”

You don’t even have to think.

“No.” The answer comes too quickly, too easily. Because despite everything—despite the fear, the exhaustion, the weight of the world pressing down on you—there is no reality where you would ever regret him.

“I could never regret you.”

You feel the way his breath stutters, like your words have cracked something open inside him. His grip on your hand tightens, and for a moment, it feels like he’s holding on for dear life.

“I know it’s not fair,” he says after a beat, his voice rough around the edges. “You shouldn’t have to live like this—scared to love someone.”

A soft, humorless laugh escapes you. “It’s not your fault,” you murmur, shaking your head. And you mean it. He’s the one thing in this world that has ever felt right. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. That doesn’t mean it isn’t terrifying.

He exhales sharply, his jaw tightening. “If it’s too much… if you need to walk away—”

“I don’t.” The words rush out before you can stop them, raw and desperate. “I don’t want to let go. I just…” You swallow against the lump in your throat, your heart thudding painfully against your ribs. “I’m scared. Of how much I feel. Of how much they could take from us if they knew.”

His hand slips from yours then—but only so he can reach up and cradle your face in his palm. His touch is gentle, as if he’s afraid you might break. “They can’t take everything,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “Not if we don’t let them.”

The night feels thinner somehow—like the weight of the world is pressing in from all sides, but the space between you and him remains untouched. Safe. His palm is warm against your cheek, grounding, but it doesn’t steady the tremble in your breath.

You hate how easily he reads you. How he always seems to know the words before you even speak them. It should be comforting, and maybe it is, but it also makes you feel exposed in a way that terrifies you.

Because if he sees everything—then he knows.

Knows how deep this love runs. Knows how much it terrifies you.

Knows that if the world ever forced you to make a choice between him and yourself, you don’t trust yourself to choose right.

His thumb moves absently along your cheekbone, tracing slow, thoughtful patterns. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes—God, his eyes—hold so much it makes your chest ache. There’s something wrecked in them. Something that looks too much like the fear you feel in your own heart.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

You don’t respond right away. You can’t. The words are there—lodged in your throat, pressing against your ribs—but saying them out loud means giving them life. Means making them real.

And if they’re real, you can’t take them back.

His grip tightens, just slightly. “You don’t have to be scared.”

Your breath catches. “That’s the problem.”

His fingers still. His brows pull together, just slightly, like the weight of your words is settling into his bones.

“I’m not scared of you,” you clarify, shaking your head. “I’m scared of how much I trust you. Of how easy it is to forget the rest of the world when I’m with you.” Your throat tightens. “Because it makes me want things I can’t have.”

His fingers twitch against your skin. “Like what?”

You hesitate. But it’s too late to hold back now.

“To love you without being afraid.”

The words taste like freedom and heartbreak, all at once.

You don’t realize you’re crying until his thumb brushes away the first tear. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you with the kind of tenderness that makes your heart break open and spill at his feet. His hands are so steady, so sure—like even now, even in this moment, he’d catch you if you fell.

And maybe that’s the worst part.

Because you know he would.

And you don’t know if you’d ever want to stand again.

The silence between you stretches, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. The world outside this moment ceases to exist. It’s just the two of you, standing on the edge of something neither of you can name.

He exhales, long and slow. “You think I’m not afraid?”

You blink at him, startled.

“I am,” he admits, voice steady despite the confession. “I’ve been scared since the day I realized I wanted you more than anything. Because wanting you means risking everything.” His thumb sweeps over your cheek, lingering just beneath your eye. “And losing you would ruin me.”

Something shatters inside you.

He’s scared too.

The weight you’ve been carrying alone, the fear that’s wrapped itself around your ribs like a vice—it’s his too.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “Then why do we keep doing this to ourselves?”

He smiles, but it’s a sad, fragile thing. “Because even when it hurts… you’re still the only thing I want.”

Your breath catches. His words settle into your bones, winding around your heart like a tether pulling you toward him, closer, closer—until there’s barely any space left between you.

It’s terrifying. How easy it would be to give in. To let yourself fall completely.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric of his shirt, like holding onto him will keep you steady. But the truth is, you’ve never felt more unsteady in your life.

Your heart is pounding so hard you’re afraid he can hear it.

"That's not fair," you whisper. "You make it impossible to leave, even when I know I should."

His hands slide down, fingers curling around yours. His grip is steady, unwavering—like he's making a promise without saying a word.

"You don't have to leave," he murmurs. "Not from me."

Something inside you unravels, thread by thread.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words barely audible, fragile like a confession and a surrender all at once.

A breath shudders out of you. Your heart is beating too fast, too loud, like it’s trying to drown out your fear, your hesitation—every thought in your head that tells you this is too much, too dangerous.

But then his forehead dips to rest against yours, and suddenly, none of it matters.

His hands slide down, gripping yours like he’s anchoring himself, like if he lets go, you might disappear.

And then, after a long, aching beat—

"..."

“…Taesan.”

Your voice is a whisper, but it breaks something in him. You feel it in the way his hands tighten, in the way his breath catches. And when he finally pulls back to look at you, his gaze is raw—wide open in a way you’ve never seen before.

Like he’s been waiting to hear his name fall from your lips like this. Like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.

He swallows, his throat bobbing. “Say it again.”

You almost laugh, but it comes out more like a sob.

“Taesan.”

This time, he doesn’t hesitate.

His hands cup your face, and then—he’s kissing you.

It’s soft at first. Gentle, hesitant, like he’s scared to break you. But then you’re leaning into him, gripping the front of his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you upright, and whatever restraint he had shatters.

The kiss deepens, slow and consuming, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word into you. Like he’s memorizing the way you taste, the way you sigh into him. Like he knows—knows—that the moment you pull away, the world will come crashing back in.

But for now—for this moment—it’s just him. Just you.

And nothing else.

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@coriihanniee ☁️

🕊 - I saw all your comments on the last chapter WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE Y'ALL THINK IT'S JAEHYUN HELP HAHAHA???

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[lovelyannoyingcher]

This was funny 🤣🤣

♡⊹₊˚ When You Fall Asleep During Sex ♡⊹₊˚

Jaehyun -

Sungho -

Riwoo -

Taesan -

Leehan -

[incorrectboynextdoorquotes]

Sungho: Leehan... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Leehan: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Sungho:

Sungho: I wrote sanitize, Leehan.

[2i1han]

Slowly, Then All at Once

5.2 : finally (choice)

pairing: classmate!leehan x fem!reader│word count: 14k

genre: fluff, slow-burn, young adult, romcom, coming of age

characters mentioned : kim leehan , park sungho , sakai moka , kim minji , bae jinsol , lee jooyeon , jay park (en) , junhan , kim minju , kim woonhak

warnings : no warnings! sfw

summary : you and leehan have known each other for years—classmates since ninth grade, always familiar but never really close due to leehan's indifference. but when his brother enters the picture, everything starts to change. unresolved situation that were once buried begin to surface, and leehan must decide: let go or finally take a chance.

a/n: finally! after a whole week, i've finished this! i ended up deleting and reworking a lot of parts because i wasn't completely satisfied, so i really hope the finale meets your expectations (or at least comes close!).

this series holds a special place in my heart—writing it felt like stepping into its universe and living in it myself. and now, we've reached the finale! i hope you all enjoy it. (making it up to you for the long wait with some extra word count!)

playlist : serenade/boynextdoor , love me like that/sam kim , love, this/las , we're already/kimmuseum , the rose song/rio , our film/rio , dance with me/jiyul , dry flower/jiyul , where am i/jiyul

the warm spring air rushed past as you sped through the streets, the wind tugging at the strands of your hair that had escaped from beneath your helmet. your hands on his shoulders were firm, his occasional grins flashing through the side mirror. his excitement was contagious, and despite the nerves that came with riding a motorcycle, you couldn't help but smile too.

after weaving through the city, the bike finally came to a smooth stop in front of a rental studio. you carefully swung your leg over and stepped down first, adjusting your floral yellow cami top and smoothing out your jeans. with a quick tug, you removed your helmet, handing it back to sungho, who was still seated.

"you're enjoying this too much," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"of course i am." he laughed, taking the helmet from your hands and setting it on the bike before hopping off.

your attention shifted to the sign above the studio, reading it as sungho came to stand beside you. he nudged your shoulder lightly. "let's go?"

you looked up at him and nodded. "lead the way."

the two of you entered the building, the sound of your footsteps echoing as you ascended the stairs to the second floor. halfway up, sungho turned to you with a grin. "thanks for coming with me today," he said, rubbing the back of his ear—a habit he did when he was a little nervous.

you waved off his gratitude. "it's nothing. i could use a good distraction before drowning in my project later."

he chuckled, pushing open the door to the studio. the room was dimly lit, with black soundproof foam covering the walls. in the center, a drum set and various instruments were neatly arranged, amplifiers lined up. to the side, a couch and coffee table sat occupied by jooyeon, junhan, and jay. at the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads toward you.

jooyeon smirked as he stood from the couch, stretching lazily. "didn't know you'd be bringing company."

"be nice," sungho shot back, shaking his head.

ignoring him, jooyeon strode up to you, extending a hand. "nice to see you again, junior."

you shook his hand with a polite smile. "nice to see you too, senior."

jay, who had been leaning back, gave you a nod in acknowledgment, while junhan, true to his usual quiet nature—headed straight to his guitar, already preparing.

"i'll be over there," you said, gesturing to the couch. you slipped off your sling bag and set it down before taking a seat. sungho gave you one last glance before joining his bandmates.

"be our audience, and don't hold back on the feedback," he said as he stood by the mic stand.

you leaned back against the couch, crossing your legs. "i doubt there'll be anything to criticize, but sure, i'll pretend to be judgmental."

sungho laughed before focusing, and soon enough, the session began.

they played a mix of songs, some for an upcoming competition on monday, others for local gigs around the city. the energy in the room was electric—sungho, despite his usual frisky vibe, was completely in his element, voice effortlessly smooth through the speaker. jay's drumming was sharp, jooyeon's bass smooth, and junhan glided the notes with his guitar so precisely.

but what made it even better was the atmosphere. the guys were hilarious, cracking jokes in between songs, throwing playful jabs at each other, and making you feel welcome. you found yourself genuinely enjoying the moment, laughing at their gimmicks and nodding along to their music.

however, while you were here having a great time, someone else was most certainly not. because back at your apartment building, leehan sat by his desk, staring into his fish tank like a brooding protagonist in a melodrama. his chin rested on his hand, lips slightly pouted, eyes locked on the little fish swimming aimlessly. behind him, woonhak lay sprawled on leehan's bed, phone in hand, scrolling lazily.

"she went out with sungho," leehan muttered, as if the words tasted bitter.

woonhak, without even looking up, sighed. "that doesn't mean she doesn't like being with you."

leehan's pout deepened. he turned his gaze from his fish to the desk, then spun around dramatically to face woonhak. "then why did she choose to go with him?"

finally, woonhak set his phone down, propping himself up on his elbows. "ever considered that maybe she thinks she'll see you later anyway? and that she just wanted to hang out before getting buried in assignments? college is exhausting, man." he rolled his eyes, flopping back onto the bed.

leehan frowned, thinking it over.

"can't she have fun with me?" he muttered under his breath. "why does it have to be sungho?"

woonhak shot him a deadpan look before grabbing a plushie from the bed and chucking it at him. "you're so selfish."

leehan caught it with ease, glaring.

"you just made a move recently," woonhak continued, crossing his arms. "let it breathe. don't act like y/n's obligated to only hang out with you. sungho hyung is her friend."

leehan scoffed. "yeah, her friend who likes her." he rolled his eyes and turned back to his fish tank, sulking.

woonhak just sighed. "you're hopeless."

leehan didn't respond. instead, he just kept staring at his fish, watching them swim in circles, completely unaware of the ridiculous love triangle drama their owner was caught onto.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

three hours had passed since you first arrived at the studio, and now, at 1 pm, you found yourself sinking into a singular couch, stretching your arms as you sighed in satisfaction. across from you, sungho occupied the other single couch, legs lazily spread out, while jooyeon, junhan, and jay sprawled across the long couch like a pack of hyenas that had just devoured their prey. in the middle, the remains of your takeout meal sat on the table—empty containers, crumpled napkins, and a singular crab leg that nobody dared to claim.

"thank you for lunch, y/n," jooyeon mumbled through a mouthful of food, his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's.

sungho didn't say anything, but he flashed you a small, grateful smile as he chewed his food calmly, the corners of his lips curling up. it was his silent way of saying thanks.

"the set was really good," you said, popping another piece of kimbap into your mouth. "i'm excited for the competition. i'll be there to watch."

junhan snorted. "don't say that. sungho might get all nervous and end up swallowing the mic whole on stage."

sungho immediately lifted the abandoned crab leg, wielding it like a weapon. "say that again and this is going in your soup next practice," he threatened, his voice muffled by the food in his mouth.

you laughed at the scene—sungho's puffed-out cheeks, junhan dodging as if the crab leg was an actual danger, and jooyeon just shaking his head like an exhausted parent.

"don't listen to him," sungho finally said after swallowing, throwing the crab leg back onto the plate.

you just shook your head, smiling, as the conversation shifted to other things. music, upcoming gigs, and jooyeon's weird theory that the practice room was haunted (it wasn't, he was just scared of the creaky air vents).

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

before you knew it, the morning had slipped away, and it was time for you to head to the university. you had a project to finish with leehan, and the band still had an entire afternoon of practice ahead.

"at least let me drive you back," sungho insisted for the fourth time.

you sighed, hands on your hips. "sungho, i can take the bus—"

"save your money," he cut you off, grinning. "besides, what kind of friend would i be if i let you take public transport when you have a personal chauffeur?"

you narrowed your eyes at him. "so now you're a chauffeur?"

"only for you," he quipped, and jooyeon made a fake gagging noise in the background.

after a few more minutes of arguing (in which sungho made it painfully obvious that he just wanted to spend more time with you), you finally caved in. who were you to turn down free transpo?

"fine," you surrendered.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

as you stepped out of the studio, you turned back to the boys, bowing lightly. "i had fun. i'll see you all at the competition."

"thanks for the food, art kid!" jooyeon waved. "good luck with your project—don't go insane before the exhibit!"

"i'll try," you called back with a laugh, disappearing behind the door as sungho followed you down the stairs.

the two of you walked side by side towards his motorcycle, the air a little lighter. "well, that was fun," you admitted, stretching your arms as you took in a deep breath.

"told you," sungho said with a smile. "hope you got the unwinding you needed."

"i did. thank you," you said sincerely, grabbing the helmet from the motorcycle seat and securing it over your head.

but when you looked up, sungho was just standing there, staring at you—not in a creepy way, but in a way that made you slightly aware.

"what...?" you asked, feeling a little self-conscious.

he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "no, just, thank you. for spending time with me today."

his voice was softer and, his eyes bright with something. for a moment, you just stood there, unsure of what to say. it was strange, seeing sungho like this. unguarded, open. you realized that ever since that night, when you told him you only saw him as a friend, he had been acting differently. not in a bad way, just different.

before, he used to hold himself back, trying to mask his feelings, but now? now, he was allowing himself to express them, even if he knew nothing would change between you two.

and you—well, you weren't sure how to handle it. you wished you could reciprocate, wished you could force yourself to feel something more, but you couldn't. no matter how much your id told you to at least try, your superego knew the truth: he wasn't the person you liked. and your ego? stuck somewhere in the middle, drowning in guilt.

you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact. "let's go. i already messaged leehan that i'll be there in five minutes."

at the mention of leehan's name, sungho's expression faltered—just for a second. he lowered his head slightly, nodding as he grabbed his own helmet and climbed onto the bike. you got on behind him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"take care on your way back, sungho," you said, your voice light as you unclasped the helmet from beneath your chin, handing it back to him. the glossy black helmet almost seemed to absorb the sunlight, its smooth surface reflecting the quiet campus around you. sungho's face was entirely hidden behind the helmet's dark visor, but you could still sense his gaze on you.

"i will. you too, y/n. i'll see you later," his voice came through muffled, but you could still make out the words.

you offered a quick nod, then waved as sungho revved the engine. the motorcycle roared to life, cutting through the silent afternoon air, and he sped off, leaving behind a trail of dust. you stood there for a second, watching the spot where he had been, before you turned toward the university gate.

you scanned the area in front of you—no sign of leehan anywhere. your eyes darted left, then right. the usual crowd of students were milling about, some of them rushing to extracurricular activities, others strolling aimlessly in the sun. no leehan. shrugging to yourself, you figured he was probably just on his way.

you set off toward the art building, the click of your shoes on the pavement tapped. the smell of paint, wood, and graphite that you've grown used to welcomed you as you stepped into the building, the cool air contrasting with the warmth of the sun outside. you moved toward the back hall where the art room was located.

as you entered the studio, you spotted him almost immediately.

leehan stood at the far end of the room, near an abandoned sculpture covered in a dusty tarp, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. he was wearing his denim jacket and a white t-shirt. his blonde hair, as usual, was artfully messy, with dark brown roots beginning to show through in that way that made you wonder if he ever bothered to check if it was still the same shade.

you knocked softly on the doorframe, just enough to make your presence known.

leehan's head turned slowly, like he'd been expecting you but still looked pleasantly surprised. the blank, neutral expression on his face softened almost immediately, his lips curling into a small, welcoming smile. his eyes, always warm and light, brightened even more as they met yours.

"hi," you greeted, raising a hand in a little wave. you couldn't help the small smile curling at your own lips in return.

"hey," he replied, a slight tilt to his head.

"you're early," you commented, still keeping your hands casually behind your back.

leehan took a small step toward you, his smile only widening. "i may be," he said, glancing upward as if mentally checking the time. "i arrived five minutes earlier."

you raised an eyebrow. "you take my words so literally."

leehan chuckled at your reaction, shrugging with a slight smirk. "what can i say? i like to be punctual."

you laughed subtly, placing your bag down beside his on the nearby counter before walking over to your station. you pulled the large canvas out, the edges still slightly curled from being packed away.

for a moment, there was just the sound of you preparing your space, the soft scrape of the canvas against the easel, the rustle of your bag. but then leehan spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

"of course. i take you seriously unless you tell me otherwise."

his words kind of caught you off guard. it wasn't the typical leehan you were used to who's hesitant, and careful. this time, his voice was sure, and steady. and when you looked up, you found his gaze consistent, intense in a way that was almost different.

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by how sincere he sounded. was this the same leehan who used to fumble over his words and shove you aside?

for a moment, you just stared at him. not because you were secretly swooning—okay, maybe just a little—but because there was something so strangely magnetic about how he was looking at you. it was like he was trying to figure you out just as much as you were trying to figure him out.

"what does that even mean?" you asked, your voice slipping into a laugh as you crossed your arms, trying to regain your composure. you tilted your head, squinting at him in playful suspicion.

instead of awkwardly retreating like you half-expected, leehan surprised you by mirroring your posture, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly. he tilted his head, inspecting your face like it was the most fascinating thing in the room. his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer than necessary, making you feel a little more self-conscious than you'd like to admit.

"let's get to work," leehan said firmly as he reached out to place his hands gently on your shoulders.

you blinked, feeling the sudden, surprising warmth of his palms over your clothed skin. he gently nudged you towards your stool, his hands guiding youcarefully, and you couldn't help but feel a small flutter in your chest.

"okay, okay," you muttered, trying to mask the slight surprise with a lighthearted shrug. you sat down and adjusted the canvas, glancing back at him.

leehan lowered himself onto his stool, but instead of immediately straightening up, he just watched you for a second, expectant.

it was almost as if he was waiting for you to say something. and that made you pause. you hadn't realized it until now, but you'd been waiting for him to say something too. but for now, neither of you said anything, and instead, you just sat there in quietly.

as usual, the first 30 minutes of the session are painfully silent, the only sounds in the studio being the soft scratching of your brush against the canvas and the occasional clinking of paint tubes being shuffled around. the air smells faintly of turpentine and acrylics.

but something feels off this time.

you don't know if you're just being hypersensitive, or if leehan is actually staring at you. and not the casual, for project purposes type of stare, but the damn, she's pretty kind.

you do everything to ignore it, keeping your eyes fixed on your work, but it's impossible to shake off the feeling. the weight of his gaze lingers on your face so heavy. and when you finally dare to glance up, you nearly choke on your own breath.

leehan isn't just looking at you. he's admiring you. his dark brown eyes are almost glowing under the studio lights, his pupils slightly blown out, as if he's seeing something mesmerizing. if your friends were here, they'd be violently shaking you by the shoulders, screaming, "told you we're right"

you quickly snap your gaze back down, pretending to be extremely invested in mixing the right shade of ochre, but your hands stumbled. the brush trembles slightly in your grip.

your heart, which had been relatively calm before, suddenly decides it's auditioning for a drum solo. the rapid pounding is so loud in your ears that you're convinced leehan can hear it, too. instinctively, you ball your fist and press it lightly against your chest, as if that'll somehow muffle the deafening thudding.

and then, he smirks. not a small, barely-there smirk. no, this is a full-fledged, i-know-exactly-what-i'm-doing-to-you kind of smirk, with the corner of his lips quirking up just enough to make your stomach drop.

your body tenses as if you've just been caught red-handed in something scandalous. desperate to escape the building tension, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"hey, focus. stop smiling. you'll ruin the expression," you stammer, shifting in your seat and gripping your brush tighter, trying so hard to sound steady. but the slight tremble in your voice betrays you.

leehan doesn't even try to hide his amusement. instead of wiping the grin off his face, he chuckles.

"you're the one who should focus," he says, leaning forward slightly, propping an elbow on his knee as he tilts his head at you, his lashes fluttering. his expression is taunting.

and suddenly, the room is an oven, and you're melting.

your entire body language goes against you—shoulders slumping, spine curving slightly as if trying to make yourself smaller under his gaze. your fingers twitch slightly over the palette, your grip was unsteady. you swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, and your eyes flicker up at him before quickly darting away again.

"how could i focus? you're staring. it's... it's distracting," you mutter, rolling your eyes in an attempt to regain some control over the situation. but your movements are stiff, and you don't even realize that your brush is now aimlessly swirling in the palette, mixing colors that definitely weren't supposed to be mixed.

leehan watches you, clearly entertained.

"am i not supposed to look? you know, for the perspective," he says, voice screams faux innocence.

you huff, tightening your jaw. "yeah, but not like that."

his eyebrows lift slightly. "like what?"

the atmosphere shifts. his tone is different now. lower, and softer. not teasing, not mocking, but genuine. you hesitate, gripping the edge of your palette just a little tighter. your heart skips, then starts racing all over again. when you look up at him this time, it's worse. his eyes are closer. his gaze is warmer—yet somehow heavier, and more intense. it makes your chest feel tight, makes your fingertips tingle.

your shoulders tense as you quickly drop your gaze again, this time fixating on the wooden floor, suddenly finding the texture of the planks very interesting.

"like..." your voice is barely above a whisper. "like that."

"look at me," leehan murmurs.

his voice is softer than than you've ever heard it. it's not a command, but it might as well be, because without thinking, without meaning to, you do. hesitantly, you lift your eyes to meet his. and he smiles.

not the teasing smirk from earlier. not the mocking grin.

his gaze flickers downward for a moment, nodding toward the abandoned palette on your lap.

"the paint's drying," he says.

you blink, momentarily confused, before realizing—oh, right. the actual reason you're both here.

"oh, yeah—" you clear your throat, immediately snapping your focus back to your work, adjusting your posture as if that'll somehow reset the past five minutes. the back of your hand brushes your bangs away from your face in a nervous habit, and across from you, leehan does the same, except he looks too satisfied with himself.

"let's be quick," you mutter, picking up your brush again.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the entire day was a wrap. your piece was finally almost done, and for the next steps, you wouldn't need leehan anymore. when you told him earlier, his face had fallen like you'd just announced the end of the world. he tried to hide it, of course, brushing it off with a casual nod, but you could see through him.

now, the two of you were walking side by side on the way to the bus stop, your steps unconsciously slow, neither of you seeming in a rush to part ways. the sun had already dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and blue, streetlights flickering on one by one. the cool evening breeze swept past, rustling the leaves above.

"thank you for having me as your subject," leehan finally spoke, his voice breaking through the quiet hum of the evening. his hands were stuffed into his pockets, his usual reserved demeanor slightly loosened. "when you showed me the semi-finished portrait, i was like, is this really how i look in your perspective? it's unreal." he chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"i wasn't able to capture you perfectly. that's all i could do," you said, a bit apologetic.

leehan glanced at you, his dark eyes twinkling under the streetlight. "and it's perfect," he assured, nodding at you as if he meant every word.

you hesitated, kicking at a loose pebble on the pavement before speaking. "thanks... also, will you be there on monday? you know, sungho's band competition?"

leehan pondered for a second, his expression thoughtful before he nodded. "yeah, even though he's a pain in the ass, of course i'd be there," he replied with a casual shrug. then, with a small, almost teasing smile, he added, "and it'd be more fun since you'd be there."

something about the way he said that made warmth creep up your neck, but you ignored it, instead letting out a small laugh. "back then, you seemed to be having the worst day possible whenever i was in the same room as you," you mused, side-eyeing him.

leehan tilted his head slightly, waiting for you to finish. "now, what?" he asked.

you thought for a moment, debating whether to say it or not, but you did anyways. "you started to act more like sungho when you're around me."

leehan didn't seem disappointed or defensive like you expected. instead, he merely nodded, his expression is like he was genuinely considering your words.

"i'd assume you're trying to say i'm now more comfortable around you?" he said.

by then, the two of you had reached the bus stop. the old metal shed creaked slightly as the wind passed through. leehan turned to face you, standing directly in front of you now.

"something like that," you smiled. "those three and a half years about you are still the biggest mystery to me."

at your words, leehan's expression shifted. the air between you changed slightly. his gaze lowered—to your hand resting on the strap of your sling bag. he stared at it for a moment, as if debating something. for a second, you thought he might reach for it. but instead, he took a step closer.

the back of your shoe hit the metal pole of the bus stop. the proximity was enough to send a jolt of awareness through you.

leehan exhaled softly, his breath was warm against the cool night air. his usual nonchalant demeanor was gone.

and then, finally, he spoke.

"y/n, whenever you're close..." he started, his voice quieter than before, like he was gathering the courage to lay everything out. "my heart—"

a loud rev of an engine cut him off.

you instinctively turned your head to the right, and leehan did the same. a motorcycle rolled up from the corner, and it was sungho.

one foot planted on the ground, his hand lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing his sharp gaze. even from a distance, you could see the glint in his eyes—not directed at you, but at leehan.

the tension was immediate.

leehan, who had just been on the verge of saying something incredibly important, now stood rigid beside you, his jaw tightening.

then, sungho slowly moved his motorcycle forward, inserting himself between the two of you.

"wanna lift?" he asked casually, a smug grin tugging at his lips. he didn't even acknowledge leehan, acting as if he were just an air between you

you glanced at sungho, but in your peripheral vision, you could see leehan's reaction—his nostrils flaring slightly, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, his gaze flickering away toward the trees like he was trying to contain himself.

you let out a small, awkward smile. "me and leehan are taking the bus."

"bus fare is expensive," sungho quipped.

you sighed, already feeling the weight of the atmosphere compressing around you. "i don't think we'll fit on the motorcycle. and also, you only have one spare helmet."

sungho didn't look convinced. "then let leehan take the bus."

that did it. leehan's entire body tensed, and his patience, already hanging by a thread, seemed to snap as he turned sharply toward sungho, his posture radiating pure irritation. he was seconds away from marching straight up to him when you instinctively grabbed his forearm.

the effect was instant. leehan froze. the storm in his eyes settled just slightly. you tightened your grip, your expression serious as you turned to sungho. "sungho, i don't think we can just leave leehan."

something flickered in sungho's gaze as he looked down at your hand still securely wrapped around leehan's arm. the way you held him. the way you defended him. whatever sungho saw in that moment made his smugness falter.

"i understand," he muttered, his tone quieter now, almost defeated. he looked at you one last time, then exhaled sharply.

but when his gaze lifted back to leehan, all softness was gone.

"bring her home safe," sungho warned, his voice sharp as a blade. then, without waiting for a response, he slammed his visor shut and sped off.

for a moment, neither of you moved. leehan, to his credit, had kept his composure the entire time. as sungho finally disappeared down the road, his shoulders relaxed, and he let out a slow breath.

then he glanced down, and realized your hand was still on his forearm.

"what's with that guy acting like you're his wife or something?" leehan muttered under his breath, visibly annoyed. "so freaking annoying."

you couldn't help it. you laughed that made leehan turn to you, startled. "what?"

"nothing..." you held up your hands, trying to suppress your giggles. "it's just...why are you so pressed about it?"

at that, leehan broke into a small, almost reluctant smile. "it's just annoying, isn't it?"

"he's just being nice," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah, by leaving me alone," he scoffed.

"well, that's a different topic for a different day," you said.

"and so is your question," leehan shot back. then, nodding toward the road, he said, "let's go. bus is arriving."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the day after that, you hadn't seen much of the brothers, aside from running past leehan in the hallway on your way to the university. you were heading to the art room to finalize your portrait for the upcoming exhibit in two days.

your encounter was quick: a simple exchange of nods and smiles, but leehan still found time to ask, "are you sure you won't need me anymore?"

you chuckled, waving him off casually, but the warmth of the interaction lingered long after he disappeared down the hallway. maybe it was just your imagination, but the blush on your cheeks that you carefully applied this morning seemed to burn a little brighter.

now, inside the empty art room, the silence was almost so loud. it wasn't that you couldn't work alone, you had spent countless hours in this very spot, your focus solely on the strokes of your brush, but something about today felt different. the absence of leehan was more noticeable than you had anticipated.

your gaze flickered to the empty stool in front of you, where leehan had sat everytime. it was strange, how accustomed you had become to having him there, even if it was just for three days. you had enjoyed his company, though you'd rather gouge out your own pride than admit that out loud.

the hours crawled by at an agonizing pace. instead of painting, you found yourself zoning out, your brush hovering uselessly above the canvas as you stared at the vacant seat in front of you. the only sound in the room was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional grumble of your stomach—a reminder that you had completely skipped lunch.

you sighed, rubbing your temples. the loneliness was starting to sink its teeth in, until suddenly, a burst loud, and familiar voices echoed through the hallway.

the corners of your lips lifted instinctively. even before the door swung open, you already recognized the energy.

"tada!"

moka made the grandest entrance possible, hopping through the doorway like she was stepping onto a stage, arms spread wide as if expecting an applause. behind her, minji and bae followed at a much calmer pace, hands tucked into their pockets.

your shoulders sagged in relief, the tension melting away. the once stifling silence was now chewed up and spat out by your friends.

"you messaged earlier that you'd be alone today," bae said, slinging an arm around moka's shoulders with a smirk. "figured we'd swing by before loneliness physically kills you."

moka nodded enthusiastically, leaning into bae as she grinned at you. "we brought chicken."

minji lifted two plastic bags showing you. "you're welcome." without further ado, she walked over to the table behind you and made herself comfortable.

you tilted your head, your heart warming at their thoughtfulness. "thanks, guys."

"no worries," bae said nonchalantly, dropping down onto the floor and pulling a small box closer. moka followed, the two of them sitting cross-legged in front of you while minji took a seat beside your stool.

as moka tore into the plastic bag, the aroma of garlic-parmesan chicken slipped. your stomach made a noise at the scent, and before you could even reach for a piece, moka had already plucked up a wing, holding it out for you.

without hesitation, you leaned forward past your canvas, opening your mouth as moka extended the chicken towards you. you took a bite, humming in appreciation as the buttery, garlicky flavor melted on your tongue.

"so..." minji started, casually prying open another box. she didn't even glance up as she asked, "where's your art buddy?"

you chewed slowly. after swallowing, you cleared your throat, trying to sound indifferent. "ah... leehan." you straightened your back as if that would somehow make you look less suspicious. "i'm almost done here. just finishing touches, so pretty much it's already unnecessary to have him around." you reached for an oil paint tube, busying yourself with your palette.

moka scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "let's be real. you want him here even though it's 'unnecessary.'"

"it's not like that," you mumbled, but even you didn't sound convinced.

bae arched a brow. "you looked like you were at rock bottom before we got here. now? zero to a hundred, real quick."

you sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "i just... i can't stand being alone, that's all." it was a safe, reasonable excuse. mostly true. but some part of you knew there was another layer to it, one you weren't ready to peel back just yet. even with your best friends here, cracking jokes and lifting the mood, something still felt missing.

minji sneered knowingly, her gaze flicking toward you. "we're not blind, you know." she gestured vaguely at your face. "it's written all over your face."

moka smirked, resting her chin on her palm. "so, tell us—anything special happened? we're waiting for updates, you know."

you hesitated, twisting your lips in thought before finally peeling off your gloves and stepping down from your stool. settling beside minji, you let out a breath before dropping the bomb without hesitation.

"i think leehan's flirting with me."

"this is a moment in history," bae chuckled, shaking her head. "not just because leehan's flirting with you, but because you finally noticed something that's been in plain sight."

moka sneered, "she's finally seen light."

you groaned, rubbing your temples. "but... i don't know. he's just been acting so strange." you frowned slightly, deep in thought.

"we can see that too," minji deadpanned. "what about sungho?"

your expression chamged at the mention of his name. "i think he and leehan aren't doing well."

"clearly," bae muttered.

"they're already fighting over you," minji added bluntly, making you grimace.

you wanted to scoff, say something like 'that's dumb,' but could you? you didn't know if it was because of you that they were mad at each other, or if there was something deeper, something personal between them. either way, they were definitely not on good terms.

"enough of that," you waved your hand, changing the subject "y'all watching the uni band competition tomorrow?"

"duhh, of course we're going," bae said, glancing at minji, who simply nodded.

moka waved a hand. "uh... hi? i would too?"

minji smirked. "no need to ask. you show up to every event anyway."

moka rolled her eyes. "and you already know i'm rooting for dalbit. the band from our uni is rude as hell, how can i support such lowlifes...it's annoying."

you chuckled as their bickering continued. even though the unease about leehan and sungho sat at the back of your mind, for now, you allowed yourself to rest at the moment.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

with a tired but satisfied sigh, you tossed the palette onto the cluttered table behind you, its surface smeared with dried paint from hours of work. pushing back your stool, you stood up, your shoulders stiff from staying in the same position for too long. slowly, you took a few steps back, hands slightly lifted.

a smile tugged at your lips. it was rare for you to feel this level of satisfaction with your own work, but was different. leehan's unrealistically handsome face looked like it had been plucked straight out of a mythology, his sharp features framed perfectly by the soft strokes of your brush. usually, you were overly critical of your paintings, nitpicking every little detail until you convinced yourself they weren't good enough. but not this time. this piece was perfect, perhaps the best one you'd ever done.

leehan's painted eyes were so vivid, so hauntingly lifelike that it felt like they were watching you—like the portrait might start talking at any second. the thought made you jolt a little, but instead of stepping away, you moved closer, drawn in by the illusion. your fingers hovered over the canvas, hesitant at first, before gently grazing the rough texture of the dried paint. the strands of his painted hair looked so real, you almost expected them to slip through your fingers like silk.

for a second, a selfish thought crossed your mind. do i really want to submit this to the exhibit? the idea of keeping it for yourself, hanging it in your room where only you could see it, was tempting. but as soon as the thought formed, you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.

you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. god, i'm thinking like an obsessed fan.

snapping out of it, you turned away from the canvas, ready to tidy up. peeling off your paint-stained apron, you neatly folded it before starting to clear the mess on your table. brushes, crumpled tissues, and paint tubes were scattered around as you carefully lifted the canvas, carrying it over to the safest corner of the room. just as you were about to call it a night, a sudden knock echoed from behind.

your heart jumped for a moment before settling into excitement. a smirk crept onto your lips as you confidently turned around, already expecting a certain someone.

"leeha—"

but as soon as your eyes landed on the person standing at the doorway, your face instantly fell.

"oh! sungho..." the name died on your tongue the moment your eyes landed on someone else, the earlier excitement now replaced with mild embarrassment. "didn't expect you to be here."

sungho stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, his smile seconds ago slightly dimmed. he had noticed your slip-up. "you expected leehan, didn't you?"

your gaze dropped in embarrassment. "well... kind of."

a flicker of disappointment crossed sungho's face, but he quickly recovered, a lopsided smile appearing as he stepped inside. "sorry it was me who showed up."

guilt immediately pricked at you. "no! don't be. it's fine, really." you waved your hands dismissively. "i just didn't expect you to be here since i thought you'd be busy. you know, competition is tomorrow."

"fair enough," he nodded, his gaze drifting past you. his eyes landed on the large canvas.

noticing his interest, you turned as well, the two of you now standing side by side, looking at the portrait as if you were already at the exhibit.

"last band practice just ended," sungho finally spoke, still studying the painting. "i checked to see if you were still here so we could go home together. surely enough, you were."

you chuckled. "guess that means i get a free ride."

sungho grinned. "lucky you."

a silence settled between you both as he studied the painting with a thoughtful expression. after a moment, he spoke again. "this is perfect, y/n."

you turned to him, your lips tugging into a small, proud smile. "isn't it?"

"leehan looks amazing here..." sungho mused before glancing at you. "only because you painted it."

you shut your eyes for a second, shaking your head with a laugh. "would you say that if you were the one i picked as a subject?"

"obviously not," he replied, grinning. then, he looked back at the painting with a smirk. "i'm sure leehan would say the same thing if my face were up there. 'sungho looks ugly, but you made him handsome.' i'm already betting on it."

that made you burst into laughter, your head tilting back slightly. sungho grinned at the sight, watching the way your smile crinkled your eyes.

"that's funny," you said, arms crossing over your chest as you calmed down.

"but really though," sungho said, his tone shifting to something more sincere, "it looks amazing. i'm sure you'll do well at the exhibit."

his words caught you off guard, warmth blooming in your chest.

"thank you, sungho," you said.

"always welcome."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

by the time the two of you reached your apartment complex, it was nearly midnight—later than expected, considering you'd taken a detour to stroll around for a bit. now standing in front of your doors, sungho exhaled before turning to you.

"be there tomorrow," he said, voice unusually calm. "i have something for you."

you tilted your head slightly. "what is it?"

"just be there." his lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

you narrowed your eyes at him but nodded nonetheless. "fine, fine. i'll be there."

"good." he stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets again. "good night, y/n. get some rest."

"good night." you flashed him a small wave before disappearing behind your door.

sungho watched your door close before sighing and heading into his own apartment. as he kicked off his shoes and neatly placed them by the doorway, he barely had time to relax before a voice cuts in.

"so, what would that be?" leehan asked.

sungho rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose. "didn't mom ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" he deadpanned, walking past him toward the kitchen.

"you're doing too much." leehan scoffed.

sungho took a sip of water before slamming the glass down with unnecessary force, turning to glare at him. "and you're doing nothing at all. that's way worse."

leehan was visibly gagged, momentarily caught off guard. he opened his mouth to retort, then simply rolled his eyes and looked away, clearly not in the mood to argue.

sungho, on the other hand, was already heading toward his room when he paused at the doorway. without looking back, he spoke.

"also—" he turned slightly. "make a change rather than whining about it like a kid behind closed doors."

and with that, he disappeared into his room, shutting the door with a firm thud, leaving leehan alone in the dimly lit living room.

meanwhile, you sprawled across your bed like a crime scene victim, exhaling a long, deep sigh, staring blankly at the ceiling. the dim yellow glow of your bedside lamp cast cozy shadows across the walls. the world outside was calm, but your mind? a complete mess.

kim leehan.

the name alone sent you kicking your feet. it had been living rent-free in your head for years. since university started? definitely. since high school? probably. since middle school? …no comment.

but lately, something felt different. he wasn’t just leehan, your newly made friend anymore. now, whenever he smiled at you, or even breathed in your direction, something fluttered in your chest—an annoying, persistent feeling that you refused to acknowledge.

your stomach did this weird little flip anytime he was near, and your brain, like a malfunctioning computer, short-circuited the moment he so much as looked at you for longer than two seconds.

you groaned, throwing an arm over your face. no. no way. i don’t like him.

"just interested, that’s all."

"almost the same thing," your own conscience shot back.

"no, it’s not!"

you rolled onto your stomach, aggressively burrito-ing yourself into your comforter as if willpower could smother the thoughts out of existence. maybe if you stayed like this long enough, time would do the hard work of sorting out your feelings for you.

solid plan. foolproof.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

morning to early afternoon was packed to the brim. the main art hall bustled with business, students rushing around in a hectic last-minute adjustments and nervous excitement. you had spent long minutes setting up your portrait, adjusting the lighting, ensuring the positioning was just right.

then, finally, you stepped back and the reaction was instant.

a hush fell over the group of students as they took in the massive portrait you had just unveiled. whispered wows and awed gasps spread through the hall like bees.

"this is insane. you're a freshman?!"

"if this is what you do now, imagine what you'll make by senior year."

"this looks like something that belongs in an actual museum."

you basked in the praise, smiling humbly as you bowed and thanked each person who approached. their admiration sent a rush of pride through you, and any exhaustion you might’ve felt from setting up vanished under their words.

but then, of course, came the inevitable shift in focus.

"damn, you really have an eye for muses, huh?"

"no kidding. leehan looks stupidly handsome in this."

"kim leehan, from the performance arts department. he's already popular, but after this? he's gonna blow up even more."

"you should put his social media under the painting, you know, as credit."

"how’d you even convince him to pose for you? i might need him for my sculpture project."

you barely held back an eye roll. your lips twitched into a forced smile as you thanked them, though deep down, you felt a twinge of… jealousy?

that was ridiculous.

you shook your head, mumbling under your breath, "he knew me first, anyway. what’s there to be jealous of?"

by the time you left the art hall, the sun was already dipping below. the university grounds buzzed with excitement as students gathered for the competition. the setup was the same as the freshmen welcoming party—string lights twinkling above, a modest stage standing at the center, food stalls dotting the perimeter.

your friends, moka, minji and bae, had promised to meet you here at six sharp. you checked your phone.

6:15 pm.

"six my ass," you muttered, shaking your head with a chuckle.

as you scanned the crowd, your eyes landed on someone different instead. it was leehan.

the instant recognition made your stomach flip. he stood a few feet away, casually dressed in a loose hoodie and jeans, looking effortlessly cool as usual. when he spotted you, his entire face lit up, and he waved.

your lips twitched into a smile before you could stop yourself. you took a step forward, but before you could even reach him, he jogged towards you.

"here all by yourself?" he asked, stopping just a breath away.

"not really," you replied, suddenly hyper-aware of every little thing—your voice, your posture, the way your fingers twitched at your sides. "minji, bae, and moka are just late."

leehan nodded, a thoughtful expression flickering across his face. "will you be with them, then?"

you hesitated. your mouth opened, then closed. your brain scrambled for the right words but ultimately went with the most honest answer.

"we can be together."

leehan blinked. then, just for a second, he ooked almost stunned. his lips parted slightly, like he hadn’t expected that response. then, under his breath, he mumbled to himself.

"god, i wish."

your head snapped up. "what?"

leehan's head jerked up just as fast. "huh?"

you stared at each other in mutual panic for a solid second before he coughed into his fist, rubbing the back of his neck. "oh... uh, i mean, yeah! we can, you know—" he gestured vaguely. "walk around, watch the competition together."

you squinted, suspicious, but ultimately let it slide. "right."

"until your friends get here?" he clarified, still fidgeting.

you shook your head, smiling. "no, we can hang around until it finishes."

then, his lips stretched into a very satisfied grin. "alright, well," he said, nodding toward the snack stalls. "wanna get something before it starts?"

you nudged him playfully with your elbow. "as long as you're paying."

leehan scoffed, hand over his chest in mock offense. "excuse me? i didn't agree to that."

"well, i did paint you like a goddamn renaissance masterpiece, so—"

"fine, fine," he laughed, shaking his head as he led the way.

side by side, you walked toward the stalls, waiting for the competition to begin—completely oblivious to the fact that, for everyone else watching, you already looked like a couple.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

thirty minutes of strolling with leehan felt both like an eternity and a blink. time moved in contradictions when you were with him—one moment, you felt hyper-aware of every second passing, and the next, you’d realize how easily conversations flowed.

at some point, you started talking about the praises he got for your painting at the art hall earlier. there was an obvious playful annoyance in your tone, which leehan immediately picked up on. his lips curled into a tease.

"so you're saying i stole the spotlight from your masterpiece?" he asked, feigning innocence, one hand casually tucked into his pocket as he strolled beside you.

"i mean... it is my painting," you huffed, crossing your arms dramatically. "but people kept talking about your face instead."

leehan let out a chuckle, tilting his head toward you. "well, i can't blame them. the artist captured me too well."

you gave him a deadpan look, but the warmth spreading to your ears exposed you.

leehan leaned slightly closer with a smirk. "but honestly, i should be thanking you, right? you made me look that good."

the way he said it—low, and smooth, with that damn knowing smile made you fumble for a second. your mouth opened, but no words came out. instead, you let out a weak laugh and looked away, feeling an embarrassing blush creeping up your face.

thankfully, your friends finally made their appearance, saving you from completely embarrassing yourself. or so you thought.

bae, minji, and moka arrived twenty-five minutes late, and instead of apologizing for their delay, they immediately gave you the look.

"oh, don't stop on our account," bae teased, crossing his arms and eyeing the space, or lack thereof between you and leehan.

minji smirked. "yeah, please. continue your little date."

your eyes widened in horror. "we're not—"

moka let out an exaggerated sigh. "damn, we should've given you an hour alone instead of just thirty minutes."

you shot them a glare before smacking their shoulders, making them burst into laughter. meanwhile, leehan just stood there with an amused smile, watching your flustered reaction. when your eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow at you—teasing, suspicious.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

as the competition began, the five of you gathered near the barricades. the lights dimmed slightly, the stage glowing with variety of colors as the first performance started. the sound of music filled the air, but your mind was barely processing it. you were too aware of leehan beside you.

there was a subtle tension between you two—not the awkward kind, but the kind that made your skin buzz with anticipation. you'd catch yourself stealing glances at him, only to find him already looking at you. neither of you would say anything, just exchanging small smiles before pretending to focus on the performance.

it was like the two of you were already something, yet neither of you had confirmed it.

you used to brush this off, convincing yourself that this was just how close friends acted. but now, you weren't so sure. the way he sometimes leaned closer, the way his hand would lightly brush against yours without either of you pulling away, the way he said your name like it meant something—it made you want to stop second-guessing.

and for the first time, you actually wanted to confront it. but then there was that problem.

for three years, leehan had an obvious history of ignoring you like it's the olympics. without a word. no explanation, just silence. even now, you still didn't know why. and if you did bring this up, your growing feelings, this weird, almost-relationship thing—what if he pulls away again?

the thought made your chest tighten.

back then, you had managed to move forward, convincing yourself that maybe it was for the best. but now, after finally building something with him, you weren't sure you could handle being set aside by him again.

the spotlight finally lit up. the moment it did, the crowd erupted into cheers, a wave of energy pulsing through the air. students flooded the grounds—some familiar, others from neighboring universities, their faces blending.

you joined in without hesitation, cupping your hands around your mouth and letting out a loud "hoooooo!" with the rest of them.

leehan, on the other hand, remained still beside you. he didn't cheer, didn't raise his voice, just stood there with a small, amused smile as he watched you.

you turned to him, still laughing, breathless from the rush of it all. "do you know after how many bands sungho's group is gonna perform?" you shouted over the blaring sound system, leaning closer so he could hear.

leehan smirked. then, without warning, he leaned down.

you barely had time to react. your body jolted slightly, instinctively flinching at the sudden closeness, and for a fleeting moment, you almost closed your eyes in anticipation, only for him to stop just beside your ear.

"four bands," he spoke against your ears, and far too close. "they perform last."

then, just as quickly, he straightened back up, standing tall again as if nothing happened.

your excitement shifted into something else entirely. a rush of dopamine flooded your system, leaving your heart stumbling over itself. you let out a small, breathy smile, barely catching yourself.

"right… i see," you muttered just loud enough for him to hear, though it might as well have been a whisper.

the performances began, breaking the moment before you could dwell on it too much. the first band, representing moka’s university, stepped onto the stage. as soon as they picked up their instruments, the crowd roared again.

three songs per set. the energy shifted with each performance—some bands tore through the stage with rock anthems, guitars wailing under bright lights, while others soothed the crowd with jazzy melodies, smooth and hypnotic.

then there were the slow rock ballads—the kind that had people swaying, arms draped over each other’s shoulders, the entire field echoing love is in the air.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the sets had flown by so quickly that you could hardly believe it, but as you glanced at your wristwatch, you realized it had already been two hours. the time had slipped away, and now, it was nearing 9 p.m. the competition had come down to the final band—dalbit.

as the senior mc announced their arrival on stage, a shift rippled through the crowd. the cheers grew deafening, the energy buzzing through the air as if this was the moment everyone had been waiting for. it was clear—sungho's band owned this crowd. this was their territory.

bright, colorful stage lights flickered to life, illuminating the band members as they made their way onto the stage. a wave of enthusiastic screams and whistles erupted, echoing across the field. sungho, leading the group, strode confidently to the mic stand, the warm glow of the spotlight catching in his dark, slightly tousled hair. he was positioned just in front of you, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze met yours.

a quick glance, then he smiled, as if it was meant just for you in the sea of crowds. before he turned back to the audience, raising a hand in a wave that only made the crowd scream louder.

"we’ve been waiting for this one!" someone behind you hollered, their excitement was infectious.

you chuckled, glancing sideways at your friends. moka was vibrating with excitement, bouncing on her feet like she was about to rocket off into the sky. bae had her phone up, already recording. even minji, who was usually the calm, rational one was clapping along, a rare and genuine grin on her face.

leehan, however, remained unmoving beside you, arms crossed over his chest. his expression had a proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. unlike the others, he wasn't jumping or screaming. his gaze locked onto the stage, watching every move carefully.

then, the first song kicked in.

a sharp snare hit. the guitar burst to life. and just like that, the entire field erupted. the crowd transformed into an ocean of movement, jumping, screaming, hands reaching toward the sky as the band unleashed their full energy onto the stage.

the song was fast-paced, the kind that pulsed straight through your chest, rattling your bones and sending a thrill through your veins. the kind that made you feel alive.

you couldn't help yourself. the energy was contagious, pulling you into its rhythm. you swayed, then jumped, arms lifted as you screamed along with the others. your laughter blended into the music, caught up in the pure joy of the performance.

even leehan, usually so composed, gave in. though he didn't jump wildly like you, he nodded along with the beat, shifting his weight subtly as if he couldn’t help but be drawn into the atmosphere.

song after song, the energy never dipped. they had always been good, but tonight? they were unstoppable. their hard work and late-night rehearsals paying off in the way the audience responded—fully immersed, fully alive.

then, after two high-energy songs, a sudden hush fell over the field.

sungho stepped up to the mic again, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled. "this'll be the last song of our set," he announced, his voice carrying over the expectant silence.

the moment he said it, the entire crowd groaned in protest.

sungho laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "hey, hey, don't give me that! but listen, if you want more, come to our gigs in the city this week! the passes are on us if we win tonight."

predictably, the crowd went wild again. the screams were louder than ever, a perfect proof to sungho’s ability to work an audience. you couldn't help but grin at his gimmicks. he always had a trick up his sleeve.

then, his expression shifted slightly, something softer beneath "the last song," he continued, gripping the mic stand, "is a little different from the first two."

he paused for effect, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on you.

"i composed this myself," he said, his voice dipping slightly, "and i'm dedicating it to someone i know."

a chorus of teasing "oohs" and knowing murmurs swept through the audience.

it felt like every single person in that field had turned to look at you. even though logically, you knew they hadn't, the weight of their assumed gazes made your skin tingle with heat.

you weren't assuming things. it was clear. it was for you.

you shifted on your feet, not entirely from embarrassment, but from something else. excitement, and anticipation.

meanwhile, beside you, leehan's posture stiffened.

you didn't have to turn to know he was tense. the sharp inhale, the way his arms remained rigidly crossed, the way his eyes narrowed at sungho. he wasn't just uncomfortable, he was agitated. there was something about the way he stared at the stage, exchanging quick, unreadable glares with sungho, that made the air between them feel charged.

then, the song started—serenade

a gentle tap, tap against the wooden body of junhan's guitar. then, a few soft strums.

and then, sungho's angelic, smooth voice.

the moment he started singing, you felt yourself relax, the lyrics and beat were playful, and romantic, with a touch of humor that made you chuckle under your breath.

sungho was enjoying himself, grinning as he leaned into the mic, eyes half-lidded immersed in his feels as he sang each line.

the crowd swayed along, fully immersed in the moment, while you simply listened to the words of the song he had written for you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

as the final notes of dalbit's performance faded into the night, the mc's voice rang out through the speakers, signaling a short break before the announcement of the winners. the crowd that had been pressed against the barricades slowly dispersed, people stretching their legs, chatting excitedly, and heading off to grab refreshments.

you, leehan, and your friends joined the flow, stepping away from the stage lights to wander through the festival grounds.

the two of you wandered among the scattered clusters of students, chatting idly about the bands that had performed. the conversation flowed easily, a mix of opinions, critiques, and mutual agreement that dalbit had, without a doubt, delivered the best performance of the night.

it wasn't just bias, either. as you passed by a group from another university, you caught snippets of their conversation—words like insane stage presence and unreal chemistry confirming that they indeed had left an impression on more than just their own school.

leehan hummed in agreement. "they really outdid themselves this time."

you nodded. "exactly, you could tell they've been working hard for this. i mean, even students from other schools are talking about them."

leehan let out a small chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets as he glanced toward the stage. "sungho must be over the moon right now."

before you could respond, the speakers crackled again, and the mc's voice returned, loud and clear. "alright, everyone! time to gather back!"

as if drawn by an invisible force, the crowd surged forward again, filling the space in front of the stage like metal shavings pulled by a magnet. you and leehan followed, slipping through the gaps between excited students.

"with no further ado," the mc continued, holding a cue card in one hand, "let's announce the two runner-ups first!"

cheers erupted as the two runner-up bands were called, their members stepping up to accept their awards amidst waves of applause and congratulatory shouts.

then, the moment everyone had been waiting for.

the grand prize.

the mc glanced down at the last card in his hand before breaking into a knowing smile. "well, i'm sure you all saw this coming…" he lifted the mic closer. "the winners of tonight's competition, taking home the grand prize and securing a spot in the regional band competition—dalbit! congratulations!"

the crowd exploded.

you barely had time to react before pure excitement took over, your feet bouncing off the ground as cheers filled the night. laughter bubbled up in your throat as you turned to leehan, grabbing both of his hands in a moment of shared joy.

"they won! i knew they would!" you beamed, your hands clapping his excitedly.

leehan chuckled, lifting his hands in the air in celebration before glancing at the stage. there was something almost fond in his gaze. not just for the victory, but for the sight in front of him. for you, jumping excitedly in your dress, your long hair swaying with each movement, your joy as contagious as the energy around you.

"they didn't win last year," he spoke. "i'm glad they did this time."

you finally settled down, though the grin hadn't left your face. "me too," you agreed, breathless from excitement.

still high on adrenaline, you stretched onto your tiptoes, craning your neck to get a better view of the stage. your eyes scanned the band members, searching for sungho, only to see him already looking for you.

even among the roaring crowd, even with the flashing lights, his gaze searched until it landed on yours. the moment his eyes found you, his lips curved into a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.

without hesitation, you threw your fists up in celebration, bouncing on your heels as you cheered for him.

sungho's smile widened. he lifted a hand in response, acknowledging you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the event had finally settled, and now all that remained were students spilling out onto the streets, looking for a place to celebrate. the nearby eateries were already filling up with groups eager to keep the night alive with drinks. you had briefly considered joining in, but with your exhibit tomorrow, it wasn't exactly the best idea.

your friends had the same thought. even though they were tempted, they ultimately decided against it, agreeing to just crash at moka's place instead. "we have to be hungover-free for your big day," bae had said, earning nods from the others. surprisingly, sungho and leehan had also opted out of the afterparties.

standing by the school gates, you turned to leehan, who had been walking with you all this time. a few steps behind you, your three friends stood, waiting patiently.

"i'll be off with them now," you told leehan, shifting on your feet slightly.

"take care, all of you," he said, his voice as steady as ever.

you gave him a small nod before offering a soft smile. "you too." then, after a pause, you added, "and… i really had fun today, just so you know."

leehan's expression lit up like he wanted to say something more, but instead, he just let out a small breath and nodded. "me too, y/n." his gaze drifted over your shoulder, noticing your friends waiting, and whatever he was about to say seemed to slip away. he just smiled faintly and took a small step back. "see you tomorrow?"

"yeah, see you."

as you turned to rejoin your friends, you immediately caught the way they were grinning at you. three pairs of teasing eyes. but this time, you didn't roll your eyes or launch into a defense. instead, you just smiled back at them, a little shyly.

"love is in the air, and i'm a mold spore," minji sighed dramatically, folding her arms.

moka and bae chuckled, locking arms like a pair of delighted married couple for 50 years.

"time does wonders, minji," moka sneered playfully before nudging your side. "anyway, shall we?"

you were about to nod, but then you remembered sungho, wanting to congratulate him up-close

"wait," you turned back toward the school building. "let's wait for sungho and his bandmates for a bit. i haven't gotten the chance to congratulate them properly."

your friends exchanged glances but agreed without hesitation.

luckily, you didn't have to wait long. a minute later, sungho's voice called out from behind, his usual energy evident in his tone.

"y/n!"

you turned just in time to see him jogging toward you, a wide grin plastered across his face. behind him, his bandmates walked at a much calmer pace, clearly still riding the high of their victory.

"how was it?" sungho asked as he reached you, slightly breathless.

you nudged his shoulder playfully. "congratulations, sungho. i loved it. like, really loved it."

sungho's grin widened before he glanced over at your friends.

"it was lit!" moka declared, pumping a fist in the air. bae and minji nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

sungho chuckled before turning back to you, "and… the last song? what did you think?"

you pursed your lips, pretending to think, before tilting your head at him. "i think you're silly."

sungho let out a small laugh, "fair enough." then, after a moment, his gaze turned a little more serious. "let's talk?"

you hesitated for a second before nodding. "yeah."

your friends stayed behind as you and sungho walked a short distance away, crossing the street to where a quieter sidewalk stretched out. a row of benches lined the pavement, and you both took a seat on one.

"i also have something to tell you," you admitted, folding your hands together on your lap.

"me too," sungho said.

you gestured for him to go first, watching as he took a deep breath, his hands slipping out of his pockets.

"y/n…" he exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts before looking at you. "i want to take you out on a proper date. i want to court you." his voice was steady, and there was something incredibly sincere about the way he said it. "i like you a lot. and i really want to have a chance with you."

you sighed softly, a guilty smile on your lips as you lowered your head. you reached out, gently placing a hand on his right arm.

"look, sungho…" you started, but this time, he didn't stop you.

"i loved the song. i appreciate your admiration toward me. i'm grateful that you see me in ways i don't even see myself, but…" you hesitated, taking in a deep breath before looking down again.

"i don't want to lose you as my friend," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you're great, sungho, but i just… i just can't see myself being with you like that, and i'm already sure of it."

there was a long silence.

when you finally gathered the courage to look up, you expected disappointment, or maybe even hurt, but instead, all you saw was understanding. sungho just watched you, his eyes were warm, and patient. he said nothing, sensing that you weren't finished yet.

"and… sungho, i like—"

"leehan?" he cut in respectfully.

your breath hitched for a second, but you eventually nodded, humming a quiet yes. sungho simply sat there. then, without warning, he stood up. your heart lurched—was he upset? was he going to storm off?

but then he knelt in front of you instead, taking your balled fists in his hands.

"i had a feeling," he admitted softly. his expression was so kind, so heartbreakingly gentle. "i just… tried to shoot my shot again. just in case there was even a tiny chance. but now that you've said it out loud…" he sighed, squeezing your hands once before setting them back on your lap. "that's my cue to step back."

"i enjoyed every second with you, and i don't regret writing that song for you," sungho continued. then, he cracked a small grin. "but if you want it taken down, i totally will."

you let out a small, choked laugh, the lump in your throat loosening. "of course not, and really, thank you."

"good." sungho tapped your palm before standing up fully. "no need to thank me, by the way. if anything, i should be thanking you for coming into my life, for bringing light as my crush… and now, as my best friend."

your smile wobbled slightly, but you held steady.

sungho stretched his arms over his head, then suddenly smirked. "and hey, at least i didn't lose to just any guy."

you raised an eyebrow. "hm?"

"it was my brother," sungho pointed out dramatically. "that stings a little, but if it had to be anyone… i'm glad it's him. he's a good guy. he just needs a little push sometimes."

you nodded, agreeing. but then something about his wording struck you as odd.

"i'm in… safe hands?" you echoed, squinting at him.

sungho visibly straightened, as if realizing something. his eyes darted away, and suddenly, he looked very much like a man who had just given away classified information.

"i mean— i'm just saying, he wouldn't hurt you. if he found out you had a fat crush on him," he quickly backtracked.

you narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but he had already started walking away, heading toward your friends.

"trust me," sungho called back over his shoulder, flashing you one last knowing grin. "give him time."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

after turning sungho down, you went your own way with your friends, and sungho did too, spending the night swinging around with jooyeon, junhan, and jay. he needed time to process everything, to laugh things off, to pretend, even just for a little while, that nothing had changed. they stayed out until midnight, letting the city lights blur the reality he wasn’t quite ready to face.

by the time he finally made it back to their apartment, exhaustion clung to him like a second skin.

as he stepped inside, he wasn’t expecting to find anyone awake, but there was leehan, standing by the kitchen counter. he was in his usual white shirt and pajama pants, black glasses perched on his nose, hair a tousled mess like he'd been running his hands through it all night. a glass of water sat in his hand, half-finished.

"wow, so early," leehan muttered as he set the glass down on the counter.

sungho just sighed, too drained to come up with a snarky response, and dropped down onto the couch with a heavy exhale. leehan followed, mirroring his posture, one leg resting against the coffee table.

"congrats on the win," leehan said, his tone was casual, but not completely indifferent. "y'all did awesome. i wasn't surprised that you won."

sungho barely reacted, just muttering a single, exhausted "thanks" before shutting his eyes.

leehan glanced at him, then did a double take. something was off.

"you look like you just got dumped," he joked, not thinking much of it.

sungho let out a dry chuckle, cracking an eye open. "ddaeng ddaeng, bingo."

leehan blinked. then blinked again. "wait… seriously?"

sungho cracked an eye open, his smirk was faint but still there. "yeah. i did."

"y/n?" leehan asked, though he already knew the answer.

sungho gave a small nod, confirming it. for a second, leehan actually felt bad. sungho didn't look heartbroken, not exactly, but there was a bittersweet acceptance in the way he sat there, shoulders slightly slumped, like he'd seen it coming but still wished it had ended differently.

"i—"

"don’t," sungho cut him off before he could say anything. "it's good. i already had a hunch before she even said it."

leehan stared at him. "i mean… you get mad, but do you not hate me right now? like, two times more than usual whenever we argued about her?"

sungho let out a small snort. "why would i take it that far?" he turned his head slightly, finally looking at leehan. "i get jealous, yeah. but now that it's settled, i won't be. also, you've been in love with her for years. i was the one who barged in."

leehan didn't say anything. for a moment, he had convinced himself that sungho was the better choice, that he didn't stand a chance. he spent years suppressing himself. but now, hearing this, sungho willingly stepping aside, it didn't quite feel real.

"you've always been stubborn," sungho continued, smirking slightly. "but this time, you were an idiot."

leehan frowned. "what?"

"you thought you had no chance, so you never even tried." sungho turned to face him fully. "but... you had higher chances than you think." his voice was teasing, but there was seriousness, like he was hinting at something more without saying it outright.

leehan swallowed. the words hit deeper than he expected.

sungho smirked wider. "you finally grew up."

leehan blinked, still caught off guard. "huh?"

"i'm proud of you," sungho said, his voice quieter now, more sincere. "for finally being a man."

leehan tensed slightly, not expecting the sudden shift in tone. "where is this coming from...? so cheesy."

sungho just grinned, then, before leehan could react, he reached out and ruffled his hair, just like he used to when they were kids.

"my young little baby leehan is all grown up now."

leehan huffed, swatting his hand away, but his reaction came a second too late, his vision blurred for just a moment.

sungho caught it instantly. "what's this? why are your eyes getting all shiny?"

"they're not," leehan muttered, sniffing. he quickly wiped at his face, trying to play it off, but sungho wasn't buying it.

sungho just chuckled. "what's that? say it again, but without the sniffling."

"shut up," leehan grumbled, but despite himself, he was truly smiling.

sungho didn't bring up your feelings. that wasn't his place. he wanted leehan to hear it from you directly.

instead, he simply patted his brother's back. "i'm happy for you, no matter what."

leehan let out a shaky laugh, rubbing at his eyes again. "thank you, hyung."

and for the first time in a long while since the arguments, the silent rivalries, and everything between them felt right again.

sungho grinned. "just don't make me regret giving up."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

that night opened a door for leehan, clearing something inside him. he had one of the best sleeps he'd had in a while and woke up eager to see you at the exhibit.

you, on the other hand, were restless—your mind tangled in endless worries. between leehan and the exhibit itself, you had plenty to stress over. at least sungho was off the checklist; you'd finally settled things with him, and it was for the best.

determined to present your best self today, you carefully picked out your outfit. you styled your long brown hair into a neat bun, securing it with a pencil, with your wispy bangs framing your face just right. a floral light blue dress with a white collar, paired with white stockings and matching doll shoes, gave you an effortlessly artsy look. you even swapped out your thick-rimmed glasses for a clear, thin-framed pair so they wouldn't clash with the aesthetic.

you weren't sure why you felt the need to dress to impress. maybe because you'd be standing next to an insanely well-done portrait, and you didn't want to look like a joke beside it. whatever the reason, you loved how you looked, and that was enough.

arriving early at the art hall, you were immediately greeted by the other participants, all dressed up for the event. the spacious hall buzzed with excitement.

"so pretty today!" a second-year student called out from across the room.

"only today?!" you joked.

"everyday," she chuckled, and you shared a laugh before turning back to admire your masterpiece.

leehan had done you a huge favor by agreeing to be your subject. the piece had come out better than you'd even hoped.

by 3 pm, the hall was packed—students from different classes, years, and even other schools filled the space. professors from various universities roamed the hall, praising the young artists and commending your university for fostering such talent.

as expected, your portrait of leehan drew plenty of attention. people lingered, taking their time to admire it. some praised your skills, while others predictably asked about your muse. who is he? how did you get leehan to agree? was there something going on between you two? at this point, you didn't even have the energy to be annoyed. you just met those questions with indifference.

not long after, sungho arrived, hair tousled from the ride, rubbing off his helmet.

"came here to support you," he grinned, pulling you into a quick, friendly hug.

"thank you, sungho," you pouted slightly, slouching against him.

"sorry i can't stay long, got a gig in an hour. but i'll take a picture of you with your portrait and post it on my social. that way, more people can see it. does that make up for it?"

"you're crazy! that's already too much. in fact, you don't need to make up for anything. i feel bad for making you rush over an hour before an important gig."

"shush." sungho hissed, cutting you off. "no more words."

you smiled, appreciating the gesture as the two of you caught up briefly before he had to leave.

shortly after, minji, bae, and moka arrived, all looking extra supportive as they approached your wall.

"you're so prettyyy!" moka squealed, immediately pulling you into a hug.

"whoa, whoa, whoa—how is leehan actually so good-looking here?!" minji exaggerated, hugging you next while eyeing your piece.

"in my opinion, he's always been good-looking," bae chimed in, nudging you. "you just managed to capture it perfectly with your impressive skills."

"finally, a normal praise that includes both me and leehan," you joked, making them all laugh.

the four of you stood there, chatting.

"has leehan seen this yet?" minji asked.

"not yet. he's supposed to come, but he's not here yet," you said, glancing up at the portrait.

"this is actually so perfect," moka hummed, leaning against bae, who nodded in agreement.

"thank you, guys. you're making all my worries fly away," you pouted at them.

"nothing to worry about, y/n. you're doing so good!" bae reassured you.

they took a closer look at the plaque below the portrait, reading the title of your piece.

moka pointed at it. "what is this cheesy name?" she turned to you, curious.

you smiled, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. "he was, though."

for a moment, your thoughts drifted to leehan.

moka let out a dramatic sniffle, pretending to wipe away tears. "i knew this day would come. we're so proud of you."

she leaned on bae, while minji and bae gave you the same proud-parent look.

you could only laugh, feeling a mix of emotions—gratitude, excitement, and maybe just a tiny bit of nerves. because somewhere in this crowd, leehan would soon arrive. and you weren't sure how he would react.

and, just as you called it, your eyes instinctively flickered toward the entrance, and there he was. kim leehan, classic

he stood across the room, framed perfectly under the warm glow of the gallery lights, like he had just stepped out of one of the paintings. his black semi-formal button-up clung just right, the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of collarbone. his blonde hair, usually tousled, had been styled back, well, mostly. a few stubborn strands had slipped forward, softening his sharp features. white trousers balanced out his effortless look, but nothing shined brighter than the best part of all—his smile.

it was blinding, radiating through the crowd like a beacon, and even from across the room, it was clear that he was looking at you.

he didn't rush. he didn't push through the people admiring the art. instead, he walked toward you with the same quiet confidence he always had, measured and steady, like he wanted to take in every second of this moment.

your heart raced a little, but you tipped onto your toes slightly, hands clasped behind your back, waiting as if you'd been expecting this moment all along.

when he finally reached you, you grinned up at him. "hey, you made it."

leehan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back. "i did." then, with a teasing lilt, he added, "i almost mistook you for one of the sculptures here."

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you lightly nudged his arm. "what was that supposed to mean?"

he tilted his head slightly, his gaze running over you in a way that made you red.

"you just look really beautiful."

the words were simple, yet they landed heavier than you expected, it wasn't playful. it wasn't hesitant. it was just honest and a genuine one.

your fingers instinctively smoothed over your outfit, trying to ground yourself. "well, i can't exactly stand next to a handsome portrait looking basic," you said, trying to keep it light.

leehan finally glanced up at the large painting behind you, the one capturing his face in the most delicate, intentional strokes. his brows raised slightly as he took it in, the realization settling.

"so this is why people kept staring at me when i walked in," he murmured, stepping closer to the canvas. his fingers hovered near the edge of the frame, as if he wanted to touch it but held back.

you moved beside him, mirroring his stance as you both stood in front of the painting.

"it's like you made this with so much passion," he continued, his voice softer now. "that's why they love it. it feels… alive."

you turned to him, watching the way his eyes traced every detail. "i did paint it with passion. i was with you through it."

leehan's eyes flickered downward, catching sight of the small plate beneath the frame. he squinted slightly as he read it aloud. "the… moment?"

you nodded, a small, genuine smile curved on your lips.

"yeah," you said. "you were the moment."

a beat passed before leehan inhaled, looking down for a split second before turning fully to face you.

"no." he spoke. "you were the moment."

the shift was almost tangible. for the first time, everything—the years of wondering, the quiet longing, the unanswered questions, felt like they had finally led to this very second.

leehan's gaze didn't falter, didn't shift away like it had so many times before. instead, it softened, deepened, held you in place. and then, just as gently, he reached for your hand. his fingers were warm as they laced through yours.

"y/n…" he sung your name. "you have always been the moment. my moment. ever since ninth grade…"

your lips parted slightly, surprised, heart hammering against your ribs as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

"i was an idiot for ignoring you for years," he admitted, his brows knitting together. "i let fear get in the way, fear of things that weren't even real. i was a coward. i couldn't even see what was right in front of me anymore."

he exhaled sharply, as if trying to steady himself before he continued.

"y/n, i ignored you because i liked you—so much, too much. it felt unreal. and it scared me."

you inhaled, but no words came out. he wasn't done yet.

"it was never minju." he shook his head slightly. "it was always you. your questions, the answers… everything has always been you, y/n." his other hand came up, enveloping yours between both of his. "i'm sorry. for all of it."

you let out a slow breath, eyes never leaving his. then, finally, you smiled.

"i forgave you a long time ago," you said gently. "the moment you finally started letting me in, all those silly ignoring games didn't matter anymore. we were kids, leehan. young. you were trying to figure things out, and i can't blame you for that." you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "but this moment right here? it just proves how much we've both grown."

leehan let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes glistening a little. his grip tightened, as if grounding himself in you.

"i want to be closer to you," he said, more determined now. "i need to. i need to make up for the past three years by proving to you just how much i care."

your heart swelled, your smile widening. "i want that too," you whispered. "i just… liked you a lot too."

leehan's eyes lit up before he let out a small, amused scoff. "since when?"

you bit your lip before giggling. "i think… since middle school. but i only really figured it out this year when we got closer. back then, i thought i was just upset that you wouldn't be my friend, but now i realize… i just wanted your attention." you laughed at yourself. "i wanted you to like me back."

leehan let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "this is such a life-changing fun fact."

"the more we know," you teased.

both of your laughter filled the space before, without warning, he leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to your cheek. the warmth of it spread through your entire body like a ripple, your eyes widening slightly as you froze.

leehan leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "one off my checklist. only about two hundred more to go."

it took you a second to process, but then, you broke into the happiest smile of your life.

whatever lay ahead of you and leehan felt promising. there was no rush, no pressure—just a path unfolding slowly but surely, step by step. just like the warmth of his love, easing into your life.

slowly, but all at once.

[ilysungho]

hello! can i ask for 66 and 73 for sungho? thank u sm i love ur works <33

a/n: hi guys... long time no full fic... this has been sitting in my drafts for too long but it's finally out!!! she's free!!! I ONLY HAVE A COUPLE MORE PROMPTS AND AFTER I HAVE SO MANY FICS TO POST IM SO EXCITEDDDD!! with that being said, enjoy and let me know what you guys think ^-^ wc: 1.1k contains: sungho x reader, after-4th-date!sungho, virgin!sungho, reader is implied to have some experience, sungho cums too fast lol, car sex, riding, lowercase intended, prompts italicized

"so, are you going to kiss me or what?" the words lingered in the air for a moment as sungho contemplated what he should do. the options were simple: leave or you. and of course, he chose the latter.

the inexperienced boy had no idea what he was doing, leaning into you amidst the confined space of his parked car. his lips smashed yours with hurry, hoping that that was the right move to make, but you just pushed him back and readjusted his face. diving in once again, this time you leading the way, your lips smacked loudly as the faint jazz tunes played through the radio. but sungho minded it; he wanted to hear your every movement, but his head was clouded with whether he was doing anything right at all.

your hands reached around his neck to bring him closer to you, relaxing in your seat as he made his way over to the passenger's seat. as soon as he was on top of you, your hand went down to the adjustments, pushing the seat back to have him lay on top of you while you both continued the heated motions.

his blue button down, ever the same neatness for the past 4 dates, was finally getting unbuttoned, a new look following the boy on top of you. both yours and his hands worked together, him unbuttoning from the bottom while you did so from the top. and when they met in the middle, you tugged him to the side so your positions could change. he obliged, moving to have you straddling him rather uncomfortably while the kiss remained unbroken.

sungho reached his hand under your shirt, trying to do what he's heard from his friends whenever they talked about having sex. unhooking a bra should be pretty simple right? just squeeze and pinc-

"ow! that was my skin dummy. need a hand?" he messed up the simplest (not so much) thing, but now he's glad he did. otherwise how else would he have seen you pull your shirt and bra off of you, leaving you half bare for him? he was already breathless from the kisses but now it just felt like you were trying to give him a heart attack. licking his lips, he reached ahead to touch your skin, also turning off the radio.

the softest touch had you let out a small moan, and it ignited a fire within him. he needed more of it as he pressed onto you. it was like someone took over him as his hands then held your waist and pulled you closer. his lips finally detached from yours as he brought them down to your neck, another sound escaping your throat as you whispered his name. you moved your head to the side to allow him more space to explore, something he was so grateful for.

"you're doing pretty well for being a virgin sung... wanna do something more?" the boy under you nodded his head like never before, almost as if he would've lost the chance if he didn't. he blushed at the nickname as you giggled quietly, unzipping his pants to then let his bulge poke out from under his boxers. "so hard already hm?"

sungho's tinted cheeks became a deeper color at the comment, almost embarrassed by the fact that he got hard without you even touching him properly. he could only wish that he could hide his face, yet your smile after the comment made up for anything he was feeling like. he could've sworn that if it weren't for the small space of his car, he wouldn't have heard the next few words coming out of your mouth though.

“spread your legs for me.”

you could only whisper the words, mustering up all the courage you could before instructing the boy to do as you say, but even then, there was a slight tinge of uncertainty. you'd never commanded anyone to do anything like this, but maybe it was the fact that the boy you like so much is sitting so prettily underneath you. his colored face further drove you over the edge as you could feel him move his legs apart for you. it wasn't enough though as you once again spoke out, the volume of your voice just a bit louder now, “spread them wider, please sungho.”

all he could do was oblige, his name from your lips becoming almost like a spell as he spread his legs apart as much as he could while adjusting his position to be more comfortable, you following suit. the new position was all the more pleasant, a sigh escaping your lips from being able to properly have a seat on his lap. "i'm going to need a condom... i mean if you want to that is."

once again, all the boy could do was nod as he reach forward to grab one from his glove compartment, handing it to your smirking face. yet another thing to be embarrassed about, but that's not something he wants to be concerned with now as you pull his entire length out at once. lips wetting at the sight, you pumped it a couple times before putting the plastic on it.

you breathed to calm yourself down as sungho fiddled with the button on your pants now to pull it off of you. he gulped as he stayed in the position you told him to be in before, just waiting for you now as your fingers pulled aside the soft fabric of your panties to rub your clit directly against his covered cock. your eyes stayed locked on each other the entire time, blinking being the only thing making you look away from the others' face. you leaned in once again to kiss sungho's lips, red with care, now molded to fit yours like puzzle pieces meant to be.

as you got wetter, sungho's fingers reached up to tug at your nipples, the other reaching to grab your ass from under your lone garment. he moaned as your teeth tugged at his lips, hips lifting to finally insert him into you. shared shudders and exhales alongside the unceasing kisses welcomed the new feelings the two of you felt, faint smiles also being detected from each other.

sungho reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by your walls, but he was only that turned on by the whole situation, and that combined with him being a virgin? it wasn't impossible to hold it in, but it surely is way easier to let go. and so he does, a throaty groan leaving him while his hands grip onto your sides hard enough to leave a mark.

"i-i'm sorr-" you just shook your head before going back down on him, determined to not let him go until you are satisfied for this time. there'll surely be more to come in the future...

[hazeytae]

bnd twt links pt. 2

♡ porn links, mostly dom!bnd but take these how you will <3 , kinda filler post

sungho.

sungho treats you just like a princess 😔 ik this man a MUNCHH taking every opportunity to eat you out

he loves loves loveeesssss when your riding him and you get all needy, hips moving sloppily just chasing your orgasm n focusing on making yourself feel good

this just SCREAMS sungho. screams his name. 🫠

riwoo.

poor riwoo chasing his orgasm, taking out any stresses onto you (very sweetly tho)

he has almost no mean bone in his body... unless u pissed him off🤭 im a dom riwoo truther if u cant tell

riwoo fucking into u til u squirt on his cock :3 (i love this vid guys)

DRY HUMPING WITH RIWOO. he cant keep his hands off u!!!!

jaehyun.

sitting on jaehyuns face !! he begged for u to jus suffocate him with your cunt until you finally gave in "but jaehyun what if i suffocate you!" "but baby thats what i want~!" he whined while pulling u down onto his face 🤧

he only wants to make u feel good <3 putting his fingers to work !! doing what hes best at !!!

desperately desperatelyyyy fucking ur thighs, he said he'd be quick! but he already came 2 times- overstimulating himself with your thighs even though your practically begging for him to put it in,,, puppys being so selfish :(((

taesan.

this is screaming taesan. literally everything about this video is so taesan coded?!!

literally plunginggg his fingers in n out of you but the second your close to cumming he'll replace his fingers with his cock so your cumming on his cock for the nth time🙊

ik taesan good with that tongue. wtf. and he good asf with those fingers!! perfect for eating you out <3

taesan liiiveeesss for late night sex

leehan.

who else is here for leehan size kink... because i am!! you look way too good when hes just towering over you

lazy spooning with leehan, he just looovvveeesss seeing you in thigh highs

he loves when you fuck yourself back onto him, he cant get enough of the way your body chases his cock when he pulls out slightly, almost like you cant be apart from him at all and he finds that sosososooo sexy

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ university au ⋆ fuckboy taesan turned loser

in which fuckboy turned loser taesan finds himself unexpectedly chasing after a sweet and innocent girl he met at a party

pairings: h. taesan x afab!reader

words: 4.6k

warnings: mildly suggestive ⋆ cussing ⋆ mentions of alcohol & sex

author’s note: hiii it’s lynn again!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) this oneshot is partially inspired by nct dream’s japanese song “stupid cupid” so i strongly recommend that you listen to it while reading (ㅅ´ ˘ `) happy reading !!

tags: @onedoornet

the arrow of love accidentally pierced me

"i'm not going."

taesan groaned and refused to move as jaehyun and leehan pulled his arm insistently to get him off the bed, miserably failing in their attempts to drag taesan to yet another party.

"since when do you of all people say no to parties"

jaehyun scoffed and crossed his arms while taesan glared back at him.

"i wanna have fun instead of being your guys' dd again. i go to parties with you guys and don't even get to drink let alone get laid"

he complained, waving his hands back and forth as leehan sprayed cologne all over the place, obviously bored with the way things were going with jaehyun's horrible attempt at persuading taesan to come.

"you don't have to be dd so pleaseeee come with us. it's literally walking distance to the other building"

jaehyun resorted to begging, dropping to his knees and holding his hands together in front of taesan. taesan just scoffed in amusement before looking at leehan.

"no dd?"

leehan shook his head in response, ceasing his cologne attacks. taesan let out a light sigh, stretching his arms before getting up off the bed.

"dress code is formal"

jaehyun shouted excitedly before running to the other room to grab his own outfit he brought to taesan's dorm.

taesan rummaged through his closet and found a black collared shirt with dress pants. he had no clue who chose the party theme but silently thanked them for giving him an excuse to wear that one shirt that emphasized his arm muscles perfectly.

"pregame~"

jaehyun sang as he came back holding three shot glasses and some soju, quickly pouring it before handing one to each person.

"to jaehyun hopefully getting laid tonight"

leehan toasted as jaehyun shamelessly seconded the wish.

'hopefully me too if these fuckers don't ruin it again'

taesan thought to himself as they all clinked shot glasses, downing them as fast as jaehyun poured them. the three sighed as the familiar slight fuzzy feeling coursed through their veins.

"okay let's go ladies !!"

jaehyun excitedly ushered everyone out the door, practically dragging taesan out of his own home.

"i need want a girl"

jaehyun whined the entire way there, leehan silently shaking his head at his desperation while taesan exasperatedly sighed.

"you say this and fumble every time because of how drunk you get. you think you'd learn after how many times it happened"

taesan shook his head as he raised his hand to ring the doorbell. he didn't even get near it before the door swung open and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen stepped out.

"oh shit it’s freezing- oh sorry, i opened the door kinda fast didn’t i? but hey, welcome in"

you looked up with a smile at the three boys, nodding briefly before stepping outside to go to your car and grab more drinks.

jaehyun and leehan excitedly went in, taesan following suit shortly after looking back to get a good look at you. not being able to see much since it was so dark out, he just went inside to make himself a drink.

taesan forgot about you for a while, instead drinking and hanging out with other people he recognized at the party. he stayed with sungho and riwoo, his upperclassman friends from his class.

"oh y/n!"

sungho called you over and waved after seeing you finally put all the drinks on the counter. you gave him a bright smile and waved back, carefully walking over while avoiding bumping into other people.

"hey guys, how's the party?"

you asked with a slight giggle as you gave sungho a side hug, already a little tipsy from the fruity cocktail you held.

"it's great y/n. glad to see you're finally loosening up"

sungho joked as you nudged his shoulder lightly. taesan just watched your guys' interaction, mostly focusing on you. he recognized you as the one who swung open the door, and he finally got to take a good look at you in better lighting.

you were much shorter than him and wearing a tight, navy blue dress that hugged all your curves so perfectly. your hair was curled and had tiny blue bows in it to match your dress. you had glittery makeup that made you glow even more when you smiled.

it was simple: taesan couldn't keep his eyes off you. and not in the normal 'she's so bad' kinda way. he fell in love on sight.

"he's kidding, i'm actually the one who introduced him to all our regulars who throw parties"

you smiled at taesan with a hint of worry in your eyes at how dazed he seemed. taesan snapped out of it and nodded back at you.

"oh? did you two already know each other?"

riwoo asked in slight surprise, becoming even more amused when the two of you shook your heads. he'd been observing the entire thing, and could clearly see taesan was unusually interested in you.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry. i haven't even introduced myself yet. i'm y/n"

you smiled brightly and stuck a hand out for taesan to shake and he took it delicately, squeezing it gently. you just missed the faint blush spreading on the back of his neck before he covered it up with his hand.

"i'm taesan. i think i've seen you around campus. nursing major right?"

you adopted a look of surprise and nodded.

"yeah, how'd you know??"

"your pretty face isn't exactly forgettable, you know"

you froze up in shock at how bold taesan was being for someone you just met. taesan felt like he wanted to die at the corny line.

usually fuckboy taesan was more pulled together and could say stuff like that easily, but around you? he had no idea what had gotten into him.

sungho and riwoo just stared in astonishment at the clear flirting happening between the two of you

"sungho and i are gonna go out to the car real quick. we'll be right back"

riwoo said all of a sudden, pointedly smirking at taesan before dragging sungho off to sit outside for a bit. you watched with slight shock as the two quickly darted through the crowd to get outside, turning your attention back to an equally flustered taesan.

"okay anyways mr. stalker, i haven't seen you around campus. what's your major?"

you asked as you gestured towards the counter, offering to make taesan a drink. he quickly downed the little beer he had left and followed you.

"i'm a kines major. i saw you a couple times when preparing for the sports clinic event"

"ooh so we might be working together soon for the sports clinic event soon?"

you turned to look at him, smiling as you handed him a fruity pink cocktail. taesan looked down and smiled slightly at the glitter coating the rim, praying that it was edible as he took the glass from your hand. he didn't miss the way your hand lingered on his before fully handing it over.

"yeah, and i might be the patient with how sweet this drink looks"

taesan looked at you teasingly as he gestured to the glittery drink, making you giggle as he took a sip.

"how is it?"

"good. it's not too sweet for me, thank goodness"

taesan nodded and you let out a little sigh of relief, a smile spreading on your face as you sipped your own drink.

"so anyways, are you a lightweight?

before you two knew it, you had migrated to the couch to have an actual conversation, taking more than enough twisted teas with you.

"fuck no. bet i could drink more than you"

taesan snorted, looking at your mock offense as you gasped.

"you're on"

you grinned as you clinked cocktail glasses with him, preparing for a long night of drinking with someone new.

"so how'd you get to know sungho and riwoo?"

taesan looked at you while passing a can of twisted tea, clinking your guys' cans together while you thought of how you guys met.

"we met in one of my classes last year. those two basically took me into their friend group and watched over me since i didn't know anyone, and we got close that way. and you?"

"they're kines majors too, so we work together a lot. they're hella cool people"

you hummed and nodded in agreement.

at first it was just small talk and getting to know each other, but it quickly escalated to faint touches and obvious flirting. at least on taesan's part.

"we should meet up sometime to go eat"

taesan turned his head to look at you, both of you sitting sloppily on the couch, already pretty tipsy. you giggled and looked at him.

"i'd like that. wanna go out to eat something together?"

you kept giggling, slurring your words as you reached to clutch taesan's arm for stability before pulling away, laying down in the process. he didn't miss the way you trailed your nails down his forearm before pulling away.

"of course. make it a date?

taesan finished off his can of twisted tea before looking back at you, eyes getting heavy as he reached to interlock his fingers with yours.

before you could even say anything, taesan passed out right next to you. you shot up and checked to see if he was okay before lying back down next to him, laughing nonstop at how ridiculous the situation was.

as if on cue, jaehyun and leehan stumbled into the living room and saw taesan passed out next to you.

"did this loser actually fall asleep?"

leehan snorted as you giggled, shaking your head and clearly having no idea what was actually going on. jaehyun just laughed and worked to drag taesan up and out.

"thanks for hosting y/n. it was fun"

jaehyun gave you a smile and wave before putting taesan on his back. as the three left, your roommate came into the room with a smirk as she picked you up and brought you to your room.

"oh pretty girl, we're gonna have a fun talk tomorrow"

chaeryeong scoffed, an amused smile spreading across her lips as you smacked your lips and smiled contently as you fell asleep.

girl you got me crazy, blame it on stupid cupid

taesan woke up the next morning feeling like absolute shit. he got up to go get water from the kitchen and saw jaehyun sitting at the counter, looking like he was also dying of a fat headache.

"hey"

jaehyun croaked out as he passed taesan a packet of liquid iv and a plate of pancakes.

"hey. did u get anyone's number this time?"

taesan asked as customary after a party, with jaehyun groaning and shaking his head as usual.

"i saw you talking it up with y/n though"

jaehyun teased and a slight smile appeared on taesan's face. before he could say anything, leehan ran into the room.

"you're talking to y/n? of all people you chose y/n??"

leehan said a little too loudly, causing the other two to clutch their heads and hurriedly shush him for how loud he was being.

"what's wrong with y/n? you know her or something?"

taesan's eyebrows furrowed and jaehyun nodded in agreement.

"nothing's wrong with y/n. but you?? and y/n?? mister fuckboy taesan trying to get in the pants of the nicest person in the world??"

leehan questioned as taesan looked taken aback.

"who said i wanted to get in her pants? and why are you so shocked in the first place?"

leehan sighed and took a fat swig of jaehyun's water, ignoring jaehyun's protests.

"y/n doesn't seem like the type of girl you can fuck around with for fun. she gives off the vibe of looking for a genuine relationship"

leehan explained as jaehyun snatched his water back and chugged the rest.

"well good because i actually like her"

taesan scoffed as jaehyun spat out the water across the kitchen island.

"WHAT."

leehan and jaehyun both turned to taesan with the most incredulous looks in their eyes. taesan looked at them and scoffed.

"is it that hard to believe i can like someone?"

"yes."

"dude you're literally the epitome of an emo fuckboy."

"okay rude. maybe not like her, but i'm interested"

taesan rolled his eyes while the other two collected themselves and laughed.

"you and y/n as a couple would be insane"

leehan cackled as he walked out of the room, jaehyun's own laughs quieting as he cleaned up the water.

"whatever. see you in class tomorrow"

taesan glared at jaehyun, going back to the guest room to grab his stuff, promptly leaving to go to his own apartment.

24/7 like a party ... it's going to go out of control, heartbeat

for the next couple days, taesan miraculously saw you everywhere. sure, he'd seen you around campus once or twice, but now? you were popping up around every corner every second of the day, and taesan was going insane.

"bro why do you keep staring at that fountain? it’s the middle of winter. it’s not even running"

jaehyun complained as he looked over at the fountain and saw absolutely nothing. taesan shook out of his daze and turned back to jaehyun.

"just spacing out"

he shrugged and jaehyun gave him a weird look, continuing whatever he was talking about while taesan stayed dazed.

"is that y/n?"

leehan suddenly said and taesan whipped his head towards the fountain again. but you weren't there.

"holy shit he wants her bad"

jaehyun and leehan started laughing as taesan just groaned and put his head in his hands.

"i've been seeing her around here every day and i swear i've never even seen her here before that party. should've gotten her number"

taesan muttered as he lifted his head to look at the two, who were the ones staring at the fountain this time.

"i think you manifested y/n's appearance"

leehan laughed and jaehyun waved at taesan, motioning him to go over to you.

"go talk to her and get her number loverboy"

he hissed and taesan hesitated. seeing you weren't with friends or anything today, he decided to go over before you left.

it's going to be bad if you keep going like this

"y/n?"

you looked up to see taesan walking towards you, acting all surprised that you were there as if he hadn't seen you there for a whole week straight.

"oh hey, taesan right? good to see you again"

you smiled as taesan came to a stop right in front of you.

"how's the clinic been going for you? i haven't seen you around so i guess we didn't sign up for the same shifts or something?"

taesan asked and your smile dropped a little. you really thought you'd see taesan at the clinic sessions, and not seeing him until now made your unusual encounter all the more nerve racking.

"it's been a lot of fun working with my classmates and meeting the kines majors"

your bright smile came back and taesan couldn't help but smile back at you.

"that's great, they're all really good people. um, well, i was wondering if-"

"Y/N!"

you whipped your head around to see sungho calling your name and waving at you. you smiled and waved back while taesan also waved awkwardly.

"oh hey taesan. y/n and i were about to go shopping around the area. wanna join us?"

sungho invited and taesan shook his head.

"i just came over to say hi real quick. jaehyun and leehan are over there waiting for me anyways"

he gestured towards his friends, and you and sungho both nodded in understanding.

"well, bye taesan"

you reached to give taesan's arm a quick, gentle squeeze as you walked by. sungho smirked at the sight as he gave taesan a pat on the back, unknowingly having ruined taesan's attempt to get your number.

taesan walked like a dejected puppy back to his friends who were eagerly waiting to hear the story by this point.

"i got cockblocked and didn't get her number"

he groaned and buried his face in his hands while the other two looked on and laughed.

"never in my life did i think taesan was a loser until now"

leehan chuckled as he calmed down, jaehyun still dying and fighting for his life while taesan continued to look dejected.

all taesan could think about is what that touch on the arm meant. was it casual? did you already pick up on the fact that he liked you? did you reciprocate? he was completely confused.

"watch, i'm gonna get her number soon"

taesan declared as he got up and started walking to his next class after bidding the two goodbye.

"wanna bet that he isn't gonna get it by the time the week is over"

"bet he is"

"$20?"

"you're on"

is it bad? is it good?

taesan was able to poke his head around the clinic to visit you under the pretense of visiting his other kines major friends.

and every. single. time. you drove taesan crazy with the subtle touches you would give in response to his poor flirting.

at first it started simple with a little squeeze of the hand or arm, but then it escalated to interlocking your fingers together while you had a conversation.

taesan thought it was cute with the way you played with his fingers while he talked, but also? it set his heart on fire and he lost his train of thought the moment he felt you rub your thumb against the palm of his hand.

"um, taesan?"

you questioned in response to his silence, to which taesan shook out of his daze and kept yapping about what kines majors do.

taesan thought he was fumbling bad. he stuttered constantly, ears flushed whenever you gave him one of your light touches, and was visibly shaking when you held his hand. the boy was so worried that he was gonna scare you off just by coming off so awkward.

i don't know what to do

“what the fuck”

riwoo woke up to an obnoxious taesan banging on the door, to which he scrambled to open it as soon as possible.

“what’s wrong?”

riwoo croaked out as he saw taesan’s panicked face.

“i think i’m fumbling y/n”

he breathed out as he walked in and collapsed on the couch, a confused riwoo following behind him after shutting the door.

“what did you do”

riwoo collapsed next to him, grabbing a pillow and shutting his eyes while preparing to listen to taesan’s rant.

“i don’t even know but i’ve been hella nervous around her and stuttering and i still haven’t asked for her number and she’s been all touchy with me and i’m scared of what she thinks of me i’m so confused”

taesan said all at once while riwoo stayed silent to process it all.

“wait so are you really interested in something real with her?”

riwoo opened his eyes and admitted defeat since he couldn’t go back to sleep with a yapping taesan.

taesan’s eyebrows furrowed before nodding slightly.

“well thank goodness because she’s not the type to fuck around. anyways, if she’s been touchy and not dry then i think that means you’re okay no? y/n plays dumb but she’s not naive. if she’s acting like that then she’s probably interested too”

riwoo concluded before thinking for a bit again.

“just start by getting her number. i don’t know why you think it’s so hard after having an entire catalog of girls’ numbers, but start by deleting all those if you want something serious. and be good to her. that girl’s my ride or die”

riwoo yawned as he ushered taesan out the door.

“you really think i can get her number?”

“positive, you fucking loser”

riwoo teased as taesan rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath before walking down to find y/n at the clinic again.

he saw you standing in the doorway preparing to take a patient in for a flu shot. you glanced up and gave taesan a small smile before closing the door for the patient’s privacy.

taesan’s heart was racing a mile a minute as he sat and waited for you to be done in the room. he took a while to calm his heart down and steel up his nerves, but he did over the course of the 20 minutes you were gone.

“taesan? what are you doing here?”

taesan jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, not realizing you had walked the patient out already and stood in front of him.

“i came to say hi, maybe ask if you wanted to get lunch or something?”

taesan tried to be as nonchalant as possible while he said that, but the rosy blush on his cheeks gave him away. you couldn’t help the small smile that spread to the corners of your lips.

“i’d love to! just let me get changed really quick”

you grabbed your tote bag and ran off to the dressing room to change as soon as possible. taesan laughed lightly at how you seemed so excited to go eat after probably 6 hours at the clinic.

“ready?”

taesan stood up the moment he saw you come out and you smiled and nodded.

“i was thinking we could walk to somewhere around campus. you craving anything specific?”

taesan looked at you while you two walked and you thought for a minute before looking up at him.

“i’ve kinda been craving udon”

you admitted and taesan looked at you as if you were the most perfect person in the world. udon? in the middle of winter?? with a beautiful girl??? taesan was practically on cloud 9.

“sounds perfect to me”

taesan smiled and you two walked together down to the little area on campus full of restaurants and little shops. the two of you sat down in a small booth and taesan could barely keep eye contact with you. he thanked god that you decided to sit opposite of him or else you would’ve felt the seat shake from how much he was trembling.

“do you have any classes after this?”

you suddenly asked and taesan shook his head.

“do you?”

you sadly nodded your head.

“i have psych in 2 hours so we can still stay here and talk for a good while”

you smiled as you looked at taesan and he couldn’t help but mirror your smile too. the sweet waitress came back with your guys’ bowls of udon, so the conversation quieted for a while, with some small talk and jokes scattered in between bites.

“thank you for coming to see me and taking me to get lunch”

you said happily as you took the check from the waitress’s hands, smile dropping when you saw that the bill was paid for entirely.

“taesan what the hell? you didn’t have to pay for lunch. i can pay you back”

you hurriedly opened your purse until taesan stopped you and shook his head.

“i asked you to lunch so i’m gonna pay. don’t even worry about it”

he said as he guided you to stand up and walk outside. you had a slight frown on your lips, feeling guilty for not having contributed at all.

“let me pay for lunch next time though, please?”

you pleaded with taesan and he looked at you skeptically before laughing and nodding.

“give me your number so we can plan another lunch date?”

you smirked and raised your eyebrows at that, but put your number in taesan’s phone nonetheless.

“you’re not slick han taesan, i see you”

you laughed and taesan looked away in slight embarrassment before laughing with you. in reality, taesan’s heart was bursting with joy, but he wasn’t about to let you know that he was freaking out inside.

“i’ll walk you to class. it’s on the way to the dorms anyways”

taesan looked at you and said, making you smile at him gratefully.

“at least it’s a short walk. ready to go?”

you snaked your arm around taesan’s, holding it close while you two walked back to campus.

“i had a lot of fun talking to you today. i’ve been wondering if you were ever gonna reach out after we talked at my party”

you admitted as you two walked back to school. taesan scoffed in an attempt to hide how happy he was that you reciprocated.

“i had a lot of fun talking to you then too. i wanted to talk to you more but i didn’t have your number”

taesan said as he reached a hand up to cover the blush on his neck. it didn’t go unnoticed by you but you didn’t mention it.

“well you do now. i gotta go but text me whenever so we can go on a longer date next time taesan”

you gave taesan’s arm one final squeeze with a sweet smile before disappearing into the lecture room, slowly disappearing from taesan’s line of sight.

the moment taesan couldn’t see you anymore, he started smiling so widely he thought his cheeks were gonna stretch out.

“bro she’s so sweet and so cute and i finally got her number”

taesan yapped all about you to jaehyun and leehan, who were less than happy to listen but also happy for you. they loved you like a sister and were happy it was taesan of all people who liked you enough to change his fuckboy ways.

however, things usually happen in more ways than one, don’t they? as they say, all’s fair in love and war.

blame it on stupid cupid

“chaer?”

you woke up on the night of your party and rubbed your eyes to find your roommate basically trembling with excitement to hear the story of you and taesan.

“girl you gotta tell me everything that happened between you guys”

chaeryeong jumped onto your bed and waited eagerly to hear the story.

“nothing even happened. he’s just really sweet and wanted to get to know me a little. was too drunk to get my number though”

you said simply, hoping that chaeryeong wouldn’t question it, but she did.

“what do you mean he didn’t get your number? you’re SO FINE i would’ve asked immediately”

she complained and you shrugged. all of a sudden she shot up, startling you in the process.

“fuck no y/n, this is operation ‘get you with taesan’ time”

chaeryeong said and you groaned, not bothering to hide your amused smile.

“lay it on me. what’s your amazing plan chaer?”

“GIRL OKAY so you need to walk by these places every day. taesan passes by them pretty often. i see him all the time walking to class so make HIM come to YOU”

she huffed proudly after she finished her speech and you clapped sarcastically.

“i can try. we also have clinic together so maybe he can ask for my number then too”

“also make sure to touch his shoulder or something. guys are like, from the victorian era. they’ll take ANYTHING as a sign so long as you give it to them”

you weren’t that confident taesan was even interested in you like that, but seeing the way he looked for you every time you passed by the fountain made you wanna keep teasing him by simply passing by.

the moment he actually came up to you was the moment you knew you got him. and so, the actual mastermind behind you and taesan progressing was none other than lee chaeryeong.

girl you got me crazy, blame it on stupid cupid

[hangup119]

when pigs fly ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

you will only admit that you actually like kim leehan when pigs start to fly. for now, though, everyone else will just have to suffer the push-and-pull that happens whenever the two of you are near each other's vicinity.

or: your younger brother invites you to join his minecraft server, and chaos ensues.

pairing. gamer!kim leehan + fem!reader

genres + warnings. non-idol au, streamer au, gamer au, rivals to lovers(?), brother’s best friend(?) | profanity, sexual jokes, violent jokes, mentions of violence (only in game!!!! dw), not rly r2l more like u-piss-me-off-but-u-dgaf2lovers HAHA i do not know what i am doing..., y/n is hard to get!!! or is she... 😈

status. on-going | taglist. open | networks. @onedoornet

author’s note. this is completely inspired from the awesome @lionhanie’s bnd playing mc headcanons 🫡 plz show them some support bc this smau wouldn’t be here today if not for it 😿 ANYWAYS FIRST BND WORK LESGOO

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main story ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

crossover

profiles one | two

01 #needthat

02 woonagi OUT 🔥

03 female acquired 🙏😎

04 day 1

05 𝓲’𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶

06 your worst nightmare

07 he’s right behind me isn’t he

08 pretty privilege at its finest

09 ho is u falala ?

10 a christmas miracle

11 burn at the stake

12 negative 1 dollar

13 the birth of y/nhan

14 ur not even that hot 😂

15 this truly was a Friendship is magic

16 like in squid games 🦑🎮

. . . & more to come!

story by hangup119. do not steal.

[blissfullsvn]

if i say, i love you

summary. after a long day, all you really want is to be in taesan’s arms.

pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, established relationship word count. 0.9k warnings. n/a a/n. fun fact: this wasn’t the original taesan fic i wanted to post for his bday bcs stms it’s easier to write sth in 3 hrs than finish a draft you’ve had for the past 5 months 👩‍🦯 but as always, please enjoy this, and i hope everyone gets to have their own taesan in their lives :) masterlist

you and taesan have never been overly touchy with each other. it’s not that you both dislike physical touch; you just tend to express your feelings more often through quiet moments spent together.

today, however, you need taesan more than ever.

you trudge inside your shared apartment, your body feeling unbearably heavy. taesan is sitting on the sofa with headphones and his ipad propped up on his knees, a contemplative look on his face. it’s a familiar sight, one that occurs whenever a new idea for a composition strikes in his head and he has to record it down immediately, so you usually leave him alone to not disrupt his creative process.

seeing this, you force yourself to stand by the door, hoping for at least a greeting before you can retreat inside your room—if your boyfriend was busy, you’d rather break down without him seeing.

almost immediately, taesan looks up and smiles, the kind where his eyes are squeezed into crescents and whiskers appear under them. but when he finally sees you, he instantly plants his feet on the floor, setting his ipad aside and ripping off his headphones.

“y/n?” his voice is soft and gentle. he always treats you like a delicate flower; it makes you feel like you can fall apart in his presence and he’ll be there to pick up your pieces.

“y/n,” he calls again, and he’s about to get up before you briskly walk towards him and all but jump on him.

with your knees on either side of him, you wrap your arms around his neck and drop your head on his shoulder. noticeably, taesan tenses at the uncharted touch, and a moment of hesitation lingers. but his arms quickly shoot up to envelop you, hands resting firmly on either side of your torso as he holds you tightly against himself.

he remains silent, letting you take in his warmth as he gently caresses your back. you nuzzle against his neck, wanting to get as close to him as you can. despite his surprise at your touch, he doesn’t make it known and mirrors your actions, nosing your collarbone as he pulls you even closer.

you thought you would break into tears immediately in his arms, but the more you lean into his touch, the more you feel your weariness dissipate, until the huge lump in your throat eventually melts as well.

sensing your breathing calm down and your body turning lax against his, he places a kiss on your neck and whispers against your skin: “i’m here.” it’s a simple declaration; two words that neither push you to speak nor stop you from sharing, but just to remind you that, whatever it is, he’s always by your side.

“i… had a bad day today,” you begin, and taesan’s hold on you never once falters. as you tell him about what happened, his fingers continuously draw idle circles on your back, and he hums softly to reassure you that he’s listening.

“how do you feel now?” taesan, gentle as ever, asks after you stop talking.

“...a lot better,” you confess and nuzzle against his neck again, landing a peck there to emphasize your point.

“i’m glad.” the smile is evident from his voice alone, even if you can’t see his face.

a few more moments of silence pass between you, the two of you simply relishing each other’s company. it’s only when you catch taesan’s ipad light up with a notification from your peripheral vision that you remember what he had been doing before your almost-break-down.

you pull yourself away, but your hands remain on his shoulders, as do his on your waist. “you were composing something before this, right?” your eyebrows are knitted in guilt, lips jutting out similarly. “sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you… you can continue now.”

“no, don’t apologise,” taesan replies immediately, shaking his head. he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ears and smiles, fondness seeping from every pore, “i’ll always put you before anything else.”

it’s strange how the emotions you initially expected to spill over from your negative experiences today are now threatening to escape from these seven words instead. with the lump returning to your throat once again, you don’t trust your voice to speak.

instead, you move your hands to cup his face and lean down to place your lips on his, letting your body do the talking instead.

with every movement, your feelings translate from your heart to his. his grip on your waist tightens as he cranes his neck to capture more and more of these feelings, until both of you are rendered breathless from all the emotions filling your bodies, squeezing around your ribs, your lungs, and your hearts.

when you pull away, the dazed look on taesan is something that you want to carve into your mind forever. for someone who’s never uncomposed, the fact that he’s been rendered like this, and because of you, makes your insides twist with something far greater than you can explain.

“i love you.”

for now, you’ll settle with the word ‘love.’

© blissfullsvn 2024. All Rights Reserved.

[htaesan]

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ MEDICINE　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀your boyfriend, han dongmin, isn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, preferring to maintain his nonchalant image. however, when you come home with a sore throat, his inner romantic pops out instantly.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.2k ⠀ genre fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of food skinship pet names sickness (sore throat) ⠀ note i’m sorry LOLZ this is suuuuper self-indulgent coz. i am unfortunately Sick ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net , @onedoornet

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Dongmin knew, from the moment you stepped into the house, that there was something wrong with you. 

“Welcome home, baby,” he says the second he hears the door open. He’s sitting in the living room, brainstorming some ideas for his upcoming song. He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowing immediately after seeing a blank look on your face. 

The only response he gets from you is a hum. You huffily open your shoes, setting your coat aside, and walk into the bedroom you share with Dongmin. 

Dongmin watches in pure silence as you do all this, concern clouding his thoughts. He knows, immediately, that you’re feeling off—you didn’t run straight into his arms after coming home from your work shift. 

“Y/N? Darling?” he calls, pausing to hear for any replies. 

And after a few minutes of getting silence as your response, Dongmin grunts and jumps off the couch. He tosses his notebook aside, bolting towards your shared bedroom. He stops his momentum as he bumps against the doorframe, a little perplexed seeing you plopped on the bed, face flat down, still in your work clothes. 

The unusual change in your usual behaviour irks him. 

“Baby,” he says softly, “are you mad at me?”

Dongmin asks cautiously, remembering that he didn’t pick you up from work today due to a meeting with the band he’s producing songs for. It’s part of the way Dongmin shows his love for you—he’ll spend extra money on bus tickets just to accompany you on the way to work, even though your workplace is the opposite of his own. 

“No…” he catches a muffled reply from you, weak and tired. Dongmin takes this as a chance—he steps closer to you. His steps are swift yet quiet, and once he’s by the edge of the bed, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. He isn’t used to being the one offering physical affection, so he’s a little unsure of the next move he should be making. 

“Then… What’s the matter, baby?”

Dongmin has his eyes trained on you, quick to catch any kind of response from you. He’s immensely worried—you’re not usually like this. On normal days, you’d spend your evenings talking about your day, telling him about the little things that made you smile today as the two of you take the bus to go home. Usually, Dongmin would enjoy the view of the sun setting into the horizon with you on his lap, taking a nap to recharge after a long day. 

You sluggishly turn, whining. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t feel good?” Dongmin asks, sitting next to you. Still laying down, you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat immediately after. You pout, inching closer to Dongmin. Noticing your actions, Dongmin adjusts his sitting position to let you lay your head on his lap. You settle yourself comfortably, melting into his warmth.

“This feels so much better,” you murmur. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, smiling softly. 

The two of you spend quite some time together—Dongmin stroking your head gently as you close your eyes for a few moments. He’s not a big fan of grandly expressing his love for you—he prefers loving you in the little, simple things in life. But today, he just feels like it—it’s quite tiring pretending to be so nonchalant when all he and the biggest romantic side of him wants is to pepper you in his affection. 

Dongmin is lost in thought as he’s gazing upon you—how gentle and beautiful you look even when your eyes are closed, and how lucky he truly is to have you as the love of his life. He leans down, kissing your forehead, and is surprised at how abnormally warm your skin feels. 

Dongmin places a hand on your forehead. Warm. He frowns, placing his hand on your neck and face. Still warm. 

“Darling,” he calls, his voice gentle as his kiss on your nose. Your eyes flutter open, and he holds your gaze. “Are you sick?”

You clear your throat, clearly uncomfortable as you do so. “Am I?”

Dongmin opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a fit of coughs from you. Both of you widen your eyes, and you immediately sit up. 

“I’m sorry for that–”

“You’re sick.”

You blink profusely, confused. “What?”

“You’re sick,” Dongmin says, matter-of-factly. Without missing a beat, he rushes to the closet and comes back a quick second later with his hoodie—your favourite one to steal from his wardrobe. He hands it to you, his brows crossed in a serious expression. 

“Here,” he says. 

You take it from his hand. “What are you–”

“Go change—” he says, quickly kissing your cheek before darting out of the room. “—I’ll be back!”

You oblige to his words, changing into the Dongmin’s hoodie and some comfortable pants. You walk out of the bedroom, hating how you’re coughing every two minutes. A sweet, tangy smell attacks your nose, and you dash to the kitchen, seeing Dongmin cutting up a pineapple. You can’t fight the smile that immediately erupts on your face, finding his focused expression adorable. 

You cough again, breaking the comfortable silence in the apartment. Dongmin looks up at you, and his eyes instantly light up at the sight of you. He smiles, a kind of fuzzy feeling filling up his chest seeing you comfortable in his clothes.

“What are you doing there? Go rest,” he says, using his head to signal to the direction of the bedroom. 

You purse your lips. He’s right, but you just wanna stand there and watch him do his thing—remembering the tiny details about you, effortlessly doing them for you. Dongmin is cutting pineapples, meticulously picking out the spiky leaves out of the sweet fruit’s flesh—all because he knows that you love eating pineapples whenever you have a sore throat.  

“Where did you get the pineapple?” you ask, approaching him. 

Dongmin scoops the cut-up fruit from the cutting board and into a bowl. “I happened to have one,” he answers, flashing you an ‘innocent’ smile that you know is hiding mischief behind it. 

“You ordered it, didn’t you?” you question, narrowing your eyes at him. Dongmin snickers, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Now, my dearest darling,” Dongmin says, the bowl of pineapple in one hand and another on your back. He guides you to the bedroom, grinning widely. “Let’s cosy up, shoo the sore throat away with some pineapples and a good kdrama?”

Your face lights up with the mention of Dongmin’s brilliant idea. “But you don’t like watching dramas,” you point out as you climb onto bed. 

Dongmin, the stupidly handsome grin still on his face, replies cheekily. “Well, I’ll watch them for you.”

“Why?” you ask, suspiciously glancing at him. 

“Because I love you,” Dongmin says in a sing-song tone, leaning in to give you a swift kiss. 

You giggle into the kiss, already a pink mess. You bury yourself into Dongmin’s hoodie, letting his familiar and comforting scent engulf you as you wait for him to settle next to you. 

You then wrap your arms around Dongmin’s waist, head snugly against his chest. You spend the rest of the night binge-watching a comfort show that you’ve seen multiple times—letting yourself rest, already feeling better with Dongmin feeding you pineapples, knowing that he’s secretly enjoying being the openly affectionate one. Your heartbeats align with one another, and you slowly drift to sleep in peace, forgetting about the annoying feeling of a sore throat. 

Honestly, any pain is tolerable when you’re with Dongmin—his presence is already enough of a medicine for you. 

― © htaesan, 2025.

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[mountaesan]

boynextdoor when their s/o is on their period

pairing. ot6 x afab!reader warnings. period mention , therefore reader has a uterus but other than that no other terms are used to specify gender , period cramps & cravings mentions , jaehyun has women in his life ? , and woonhak is a feminist ( LMAO PLS DON’T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY IT’S A JOKE ) notes. gave up on my constipated leehan x constipated reader fic and decided to write this banger on a whim more under the cut !

sungho : 

he 100% tracks your cycle with you. if you don’t have him added to your tracking app, he has his own where he makes note of your different symptoms (safe to say you were deeply impressed and got emotional when you found out). also does a lot of research about menstruation and your cycle. he wants to know everything there is to know so that he can be there for you throughout all four phases of your cycle. genuinely becomes concerned sometimes when you’re doubled over in pain and you can’t get out of bed. sungho also has a tendency to stock up on hot packs/water bottles because he absolutely hates to see the love of his life struggling. always willing to wrap you up in his arms 

riwoo : 

says ‘miss bitch is back’ when you’re on your period. yes, he has nicknamed your period ‘miss bitch’ (mostly because it’s a bitch to you whenever it’s that time of the month). let’s you do anything and everything you want to do. if you feel like going to the nearest convenience store at 2 in the morning because you want to eat three bowls of buldak, he’s right behind you. if you feel like crying while watching ‘The Notebook’ for the thousandth time, he’s holding the box of tissues for you. to be frank, he enjoys it when you’re on your period (not when you’re in pain ofc) because that means he can bring home the gazillion different desserts he’s been meaning to try. the two of you have a taste testing on the bed, taking bites from different tarts, cakes, donuts (duh), and other sweets to your silly little hearts’ content. 

myung jaehyun : 

gets upset that you have to be in pain for a week every month. curses the menstruation gods and begs for the pain to be transferred to him (half joking, half serious). so, to prove his solidarity, he bought one of those period cramp simulators and tried it on himself. afterwards, he apologized to every single woman in his life. twice. he likes to cuddle up with you and pretend to punch your abdomen, saying he’s fighting the period cramps for your honor. it’s silly but you’re too tired to say anything. will immediately fix up any absurd cravings you have because if his baby is craving bacon and chocolate, his baby will be eating bacon and chocolate! 

taesan : 

he can recognize your period before you do, without the help of a tracking app (sungho is seething with jealousy). you’re impressed, but taesan doesn’t think much of it; he just notices the slight changes in your diet and attitude, and acts accordingly. wordlessly stocks up on snacks and junk food a couple days prior. once it’s leak week, taesan refuses to let you do anything. you’re basically in bed arrest. if he catches you waddling out of the bedroom with the hot water bottle pressed to your abdomen, he’s ushering you right back to bed. likes to push your hair back and kiss you on the forehead. it’s weird and random, but it’s something he only does when you’re on your period. otherwise, he’s back to usual kissing regimen. 

leehan : 

clueless #1. he doesn’t know much about periods or menstruation cycles so he does his best to research on it. he does know a thing or two about mood swings though, so if you’re ever in a mood, he just lets himself be yelled at until you’re feeling better. afterwards, he’ll give you a kiss and swaddle you with blankets to help you unwind and relax. you noticed that leehan liked to be the little spoon when you were on your period, which is weird because he usually likes spooning you. turns out, he liked the warmth of your hot water bottle and used cuddling as an excuse to warm himself up. likes to cozy up with you in bed and do netflix marathons, re-watching all your favorite rom-coms and tv shows. 

woonhak : 

clueless #2. woonhak cried the first time you cried when you were on your period. you weren’t even crying because of him, you were crying because you remembered cheesepuff, your pet hamster from the third grade, was dead. regardless, he was freaking out! researches and asks around a lot, especially his hyungs, about periods and what he can do to help. steals sweets from riwoo, hot packs from taesan, and uses leehan’s netflix account. oh he also stole borrowed jaehyun’s period cramp simulator and almost cried a second time that week. becomes a feminist whenever you’re on your period and whips out his copies of Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and The Awakening to prove that he stands with you. ig it’s the thought that counts ?

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[coriihanniee]

Guess WHO! - boynextdoor smau

𓂃۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : When multiple leaked photos ignite a wildfire of speculation, the world is certain—BOYNEXTDOOR'S Y/N is secretly dating one of the members. But who? No one knows, and you refuse to clear the air. Instead, you turn the chaos into a game, scattering cryptic clues and half-truths while every member plays along, deepening the mystery. Every glance, every post, every moment is a riddle waiting to be solved. Is the answer hidden in plain sight, or are you leading everyone in circles? How far can a secret stretch before it unravels? And when it does—will anyone be ready for the truth?

CHAPTER 31 : my darling you

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[totheseok]

☆ boynextdoor reaction to you biting them

requested: no

genre: fluff ig?

warnings: none that i can think of

word count: 1.1k

a/n: more self indulgent things because I have a biting problem.

sungho:

gobsmacked

yk that really shocked face he makes where his mouth is open and his eyes are wide?

that's his face when he realises you bit him

it's a light bite but it's unexpected

you two are in the lower homes living room just chilling. sungho is playing fifa while you just mindlessly scroll on your phone. eventually you get tired of your phone and now you need your boyfriends attention. but sungho is locked in on the game and you know simply asking for his attention wouldn't work. so naturally you do what must be done. and you bite his arm. you bit him lightly but you've never bitten him before so man was s h o c k e d. he looks towards you eyes wide, mouth open and then looks at his arm, then back at you.

"hi"

"hi? did you just bite me?"

"mhm"

"why?"

you bit him again and cuddled up in his side 😌

riwoo:

goes silent

riwoo.exe has stopped responding

like remember the funnextdoor episode where he went quiet and woonhak was like "riwoo is trying to think of something funny to say"

kinda like that

riwoo gives me yapper vibes so...

you two are sitting at the table in the kitchen just enjoying some snacks while talking about your day. he's probably telling you about a new dance he's learning or something stupid that happened at dance practice. you're just listening and watching your absolute cutie patootie of a boyfriend yap away. as he's doing this you cant help but notice how cute his cheeks look. and how biteable they look.... and so to preserve your own sanity you do just that. you bite his cheek 😌. following your bite all you hear is, well, nothing. sanghyeok is just sitting staring at you with wide eyes, bite unfinished. man is shocked, flustered, flabbergasted and so much more

"riwoo?"

"..."

"baby?"

"..."

"sanghyeok?"

"..."

jaehyun:

menace pt1

bros probably going to start singing bite me ngl

but we know hes a dramatic pookie

so that too

you and jaehyun are in his room. hes studying some english. youre having the time of your life, laying with your head in his lap, watching him struggle to pronounce "yacht". you offered to help him but noooo, he can do it. refuses to let you help because he wants to prove he can do it himself and with any other word you wouldnt doubt him. he's quite good at english and hes improving rapidly but the word "yacht"... its a pain in the ass to learn at first even if english is your first language. i mean look at it it should be pronounced "ya ch t" or something. he had first said "ya ch t" and was convinced that's how it was pronounced until he looked at your face and realised he was wrong. but was going to ask for help? no? but manz could NOT figure out what else it could be.

after about 5 minutes of watching him struggle you got fed up and decided to MAKE him listen to you. so you leaned your head down. and but his thigh. surprised at first, bamboozled even. but once he realised what had happened he started giggling soon followed by you. after recovering from the laughing fit, he did not miss a single beat and started singing in that voice he uses to annoy sungho.

"its you and me in this world 내게로 다시 와 tie me"

"seriously? thats you first response?!?!"

"날 구원할 거라면 just come kiss me and bite me"

"sure but say 'yacht' first"

"HEY"

taesan:

bites back.

thats it

thats the headcanon

jk but fr

i cant find it now but theres a video of taesan biting jaehyun and bro just nommed in jaehyuns arm

which is why im 100% sure he would bite back

honestly wouldnt even be phased

its probably your love language as a couple

you and taesan were at the studio, taesan was working on some new songs while you sat nearby doing some assignments. eventually the words you were typing started floating around the screen and you didnt even know what you were typing so you decided it was a good time to take a break. but if youre taking a break then taesan should also be taking a break because 1. he was probably tired too and 2. how dare he work while youre taking a break instead of giving you attention. so you decided to give him a few minutes so that he wouldnt lose his train of though. plus he looks so cute when hes focused so...

HOWEVER a few minutes turned into 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into 20. and eventually half an hour passed. you realised taesan wasnt about to take a break any time soon, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. you slowly crept up behind him and attacked. bro did not move. just looked at you smiled and pulled you into his lap. you may not have gotten a reaction but hey, now you get attention from your boyfriend. with no consequences... right? err❌ wrong.

"whats up?"

"you should take a break youve been working for so long. nonstop"

"okay"

"youre just going to listen? that easily?"

"hmm?" *bites you*

leehan:

menace pt2

takes it as an opportunity to flirt

teases you to no end

i keep thinking about that boynextdoor 2night video where while spinning bottle the jaehyun told him he was doing it the wrong way

and he was like ill do it how i want

so like

think abt that

you and leehan were watching a kdrama while cuddling. initially both of you were very invested and you kept fangirling over the male lead (me every time i watch unlock my boss) and leehan would laugh and jokingly complain about it. after about two more episodes you noticed that leehan hadnt said anthing in a while so you looked towards him and saw that he had dozed off. but this was unacceptable how could he leave you to watch people try to kill each other on your own. no absolutely not. this was not allowed. how dare he. you first tried slightly shaking him awake, it woke him up but he just mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes again. time for plan b. biting him.

it worked. quite well. too well.

"why???"

"why what?"

"baby i know i taste good but if youre hungry the gummies might serve you better"

"you left me alone to watch mr.oh be mean to my husband 😔"

"hey its ok i didnt hear anything he said about me~"

"oh god you know what go back to sleep"

[4ranghaes]

hey cutie… here with crazy thoughts. you mentioned dad!bnd and you also mentioned breeding-kink!bnd so i just wanted to know your opinions for the members! can be all or 1 but i want to know ^_^

also take care and drink safely sweetheart 💗

- ilysungho ☁️

bnd ot5 x reader [smut, fem!reader]

warnings - SMUT!!!!!! MDNI!!!!! absolutely FERAL bnd, and, obviously, breeding kink, seperate classifications for each

a/n - omg okay so i’ve done this briefly before here and here but this is one of my FAVES so of course i’m gonna expand. also your sungho breeding kink blurb the other day oH my god. !!!!!!!!

sungho🎀 [absolutely feral sungho, dom!sungho, pregnancy talk]

sungho was nothing if not patient. he was patient when dealing with five overactive members. he was patient when he shared a bedroom with whichever of the boys drew the lot this time, leaving sometimes months where he couldn’t fuck you. he was even patient with some kinks he thought would be too weird, or too burdensome to bring up to you.

but this. this was too much for him.

“sungho, look!” you cooed, bouncing your best friend’s new baby in your arms. you’d just popped round to drop off a birthday gift for your friend, but lucky for the two of you her baby had just woken from a nap. sleepy eyes blinking up at you, giggling upon recognition. “i want one.”

he swallowed, taking a deep breath to try and restrain himself, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the sight, late into the night.

“hey, y/n,” he called out to where you stood in the connected bathroom. he was sat up in bed, half-hard already as his imagination escaped him. “were you serious earlier?”

“hmm?” you called back, pre-occupied with your skincare. he got out of bed, walking to the bathroom door.

“earlier,” he breathed, mind rushing with images of you holding the baby, of you swollen with pregnancy; belly, tits, hips, cunt filled to dripping with his— “when you said you wanted one. were you serious?”

you blinked at him, his ragged, heavy breathing and hard-on in his pyjama bottoms suddenly gaining your attention. you smiled, “of course. i mean, we have our own place now! we have money, jobs, i mean we’re not married but who’s bothered besides your parents, right?”

sungho took in a shaky breath as you walked towards him, looping your arms around his neck. his hands flew to your waist, subtly resting on your stomach. “why? do you want one?”

“oh i want one so badly,” he groaned, beginning to ravish your lips, jaw, neck, any part of you he could connect to. you squealed as he placed his hands under your ass, lifting you up and carrying you over to the bed. “i want to fill you up over and over again until it’s taken and watch you carry my babies, oh god, y/n, i want it so badly. if it takes tonight, i’ll marry you tomorrow, i don’t care, no one will know the difference.”

he laid you down, ripping off his t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled off your t-shirt too; leaving you in your thong. sungho groaned, hands running up your body as he started to kiss every inch of skin he could.

“please… please let me fuck you now,” he mumbled against the skin of your stomach.

you whimpered as he started lightly tracing the outline of your folds through your panties, “ah! sungho, fuck me, please. give it to me, right now.”

sungho took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his life; his tip was leaking precum - something that rarely ever happened. he pulled your panties down your thighs before pulling his cock out his boxers, not even bothering to properly remove either garment.

“i’m gonna put it in, okay, baby?” he hummed, hovering over your body, kissing the skin of your boobs gently as he began to press in, his hair tickling your neck as it flopped over your skin. your hands threaded through his chestnut locks at the feeling of him stretching you. you both moaned deeply as he bottomed out. “i-i’m gonna– fuck. i’m gonna move, darling.”

“sungho, please,” you whined, panting with need as he started thrusting deeply, slowly. you pulled his head up to yours by his hair, connecting your lips.

his hand moved from off your waist, grabbing a pillow that was previously resting behind your head and wedging it under your hips. you chuckled, pulling away from your boyfriend’s lips, “what’s that for?”

sungho was panting, he almost looked intoxicated, eyes heavy as he looked back at you, “it’ll take easier if your hips are lifted.”

you laughed, gasping out as he hit particularly deep within you, “you know your stuff, huh?”

sungho groaned, trailing wet kisses around the circumference of your breast. he looked up at you, shaking his head, “oh darling, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

riwoo🦦🍡 [slight talk of struggling to get pregnant, MAJOR cum talk, dom!riwoo]

living together for three years, married for one, it seemed like the perfect time to start trying for a baby. both you and your husband agreed. but riwoo, as a caring man, and an isfp, remained diligent and detail-focused on almost everything he did.

“y/n, i just got a notification, it says that your due to ovulate over the next couple of days, so we should really go a couple extra times today and tomorrow,” riwoo said, barely looking up from his pregnancy tracking app as he spoke. “and no coffee.”

you grumbled, glaring at your husband who looked up at you with a sweet smile, “i appreciate the reminder, sanghyuk, but you really didn’t need to tell me. i’ve been able to feel my boobs every second since i woke up this morning.”

riwoo’s mouth ran dry, biting his lip as he stared at you, “o-oh. really?”

you sighed, nodding, “yeah. if no coffee wasn’t fun enough, turns out tracking every phase of my body really does make you feel it even more. in fact i’m almost 100% positive i’m going to ovulate today. and i could've told you that before you reminded me..”

“r-really?!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand as you go to move past him, “well then, should we…”

nodding with a polite smile, riwoo gave you an unimpressed stare back. you sighed, “what?!”

“what’s wrong?” he hummed, taking both your hands and staring into your eyes, trying to read for your hidden emotion, “this is supposed to be fun. we’re making a baby!”

“i’m sorry,” you shrugged with a sigh, “it’s just… beginning to feel more like a chore these days. it’s been a few months of ritually trying and trying and not eating this and taking vitamins and– i just wish something would happen, you know?!”

riwoo nodded, pulling you into his arms, “i know, sweet, i know. we can stop if you want—”

“no! no! i want a baby, riwoo, i really do,” you nodded.

“good,” he breathed, biting his cheek as he contemplated his admission. he cupped your cheek in his hand, “cause this has been… really turning me on. knowing when you’re ovulating. thinking about you all swollen and sensitive because of me? and ugh– don’t even get me started on watching my cum dripping out of you every time.” you stared up at your husband, shocked. he chuckled, hand moving so his fingers were under your chin, lifting you to look up at him. “what? shocked?”

you breathed out a laugh, nodding. you swallowed, trying to rehydrate your dry mouth, “i mean when you put it like that–”

but riwoo’s mind was still racing, “and obviously we don’t want it spilling out of you, right? since we’re trying so hard. so i always scoop it up and finger it right back into your little hole, even as you’re whining about not being able to take anymore. god, it just makes me want to go again and again.”

you whimpered, riwoo smirking before he began kissing down your neck. you checked the time quickly, thinking of your plans for the day, “sanghyuk. quickly, i have to go out but we can fuck quickly now and then tonight i’m all yours.”

he looked up, smiling, “promise?”

you nodded desperately, already beginning to tug at his t-shirt, “i promise.”

“okay,” riwoo agreed, pulling his t-shirt that he’d worn to bed the night before off, before stopping, “but i want you to keep all that cum i give you stuffed in there, okay? i want to see it running back out of you tonight.”

your knees were weak as you nodded wordlessly.

he smiled, “good girl.”

myungjae🪻🐕 [reader’s on the pill, cumming inside]

“fuck,” jaehyun sighed, rolling his eyes and kissing his teeth as he turned back to you.

“what?” you hummed, resting up on your elbows, still stark naked as you watched your boyfriend rummage through every drawer in his bedroom, “none left?”

“none left,” he sighed in confirmation, walking heavily back over to the bed and sitting down with a pout. he stroked your thigh comfortingly, “sorry, baby.”

you sighed, sitting up and brushing your fingers across his bare shoulders lightly, “we could still…”

“no, you don’t like giving blowj—”

“no, myungjae,” you chuckled, “i meant we could still fuck. i’m– i’m on the pill, you know.”

“you are?!” he gasped, breathing becoming heavy as he sat up, caging your body against the bed with his arms.

you smiled, nodding, one of your hands running up his strong arm, “it was supposed to be a surprise, but… what better time than now? i’ve only been on it for like a week but surely it’s fine. i can always pick up a morning after pill if not–”

“y-you’re on the pill,” myungjae repeated, now on hands and knees as he nibbled and kissed at your bare skin, “i-i can cum in you?”

you giggled, petting his hair and nodding, “as much as you want, puppy. you can fill me up so it’s spilling out.”

he moaned, panting at this point as he gathered your wetness on his fingers with one stripe, using it to spread around his hardened cock, giving himself a couple pumps before lining himself up. “are you sure, my love? cause once i start, i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”

“just fuck me, myungjae, please,” you gasped out, your boyfriend doing as you said and bottoming out in one movement. both of your bodies jerked towards each other, moaning loudly from the action.

jaehyun’s breathing was unsteady, shaky breaths being taken just outside your ear making you smile. you ran a hand through his hair.

“you okay, baby?” you chuckled, groaning slightly as jaehyun shifted his body.

he nodded, “j-just, fuck, feel so good all– all bare for me. so tight… so– fuck, so fucking good. can i move now, gorgeous? can i please— ughh”

he cut himself off with a moan as you thrust your hips up, the movement causing a chain reaction - jaehyun’s hips pistoning into yours immediately.

he was desperate. his mouth hung open, any and every sound making its way out. he had one hand beside your head, keeping himself up, as the other gripped onto the headboard. his hips were moving faster than he could comprehend, a carnal desire to breed you moving faster than his brain could produce thoughts. his eyes were trained on you though, on your face as it screwed up in pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head, lips in a tight line when they weren’t open to the sound of your moans.

“i-i’m gonna—fuck! i’m gonna cum, y/n, i’m gonna fill you up so good,” he mumbled, head moving to bury itself in your neck, “gonna take my baby for me, right? god you’re so beautiful– gonna be so beautiful pregnant with my baby– shit! fuck! y/n…”

he whined out your name as his hips sped up (if that was even possible), fucking into you like a rabbit, cum spilling out and filling you up. you gasped out high pitched moans, jaehyun sitting himself up on his knees, cock still buried in you as he started circling your clit, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

as you came down, panting, you looked at jaehyun. his eyes were stuck on where your bodies met, a slight smile on his face, despite his mouth-open panting. he pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with his fingers as he fucked his cum back into you.

“ah! jaehyun,” you winced, grabbing his wrist.

“sorry,” he breathed, removing his hand and laying down beside you, “god i hope that worked.”

“jaehyun, i’m on the pill,” you said, scoffing, “that was the whole point.”

he looked at you, eyes wide as he started whining, “what?! y/n! ohh i want a baby now!”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛ [mum!reader, mentions of body change due to pregnancy, slight lactation kink, pregnancy kink, dom!taesan]

“i’m home!”

“dongmin-ah!” you exclaimed, rushing to the top of the stairs, your husband blinking up at you in shock with a slight laugh as you appeared suddenly. your baby daughter was sitting on your hip, crying as she grabbed desperately at your top, your toddler son grabbing onto your leg, also crying, though taesan could see even from the bottom of the stairs that they were crocodile tears. he looked to you, your eyes screaming help.

he chuckled, throwing his coat down and running up the stairs, taking his son in his arms. “what’s wrong, baekho-ya?!”

an hour later, after wrestling both children into bed, he collapsed on the sofa next to you, a glass of wine in your hands as you curled into his body. both of you were tired from the day, laughing about anecdotes of either the kids taesan worked with, or your own children. you fell quiet after a while, when the wine had been drunk and the kids were guaranteed fast asleep.

taesan’s hand ran up and down your body absentmindedly, eventually slipping under your shirt and caressing your boob, it fit nicely in his hand. one of his fingers brushed over your nipple as it hardened in his touch. your tits had definitely grown from when you and taesan had first met - the affect of two children, though they’d gone back down now at just over 12 months post-partum.

“seulgi’s growing up fast, hmm?” he said quietly, as you hummed in agreement, “not even breastfeeding anymore.”

you scoffed, chuckling lightly, “that’s where your mind goes?”

“i miss when these were all swollen,” taesan groaned, massaging your boob, before moving his hand down to rest on your stomach, “and this. all round with my baby.”

you knew how much pregnancy got your husband going. he’s always had a breeding kink, you should’ve known it’d only be natural for him to have a pregnancy kink as well. but during your first pregnancy it was confirmed, the man constantly having his hands all over you. he pretty much begged you for another child as soon as he could, which is why there was only 2 years between your first two children. he seemed to be going to break that record though, with 18 months between the next.

“please,” he whispered, you swallowed as you looked in his eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. you thought of all the struggles, but also what an amazing dad taesan was, and how good the sex was when you’re pregnant.

you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, moving taesan’s hand down to your thigh, you smiled, “do whatever you want to me, baby. i’m yours.”

he groaned, removing your hand from his as he held your two hands above your head. he ravished your body, his hot breath and wet mouth trailing downwards, as his free hand worked to remove all your clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“you gonna stay quiet for me, yeah?” he hummed, smiling up at you from where his mouth remained, hovering over your heat, “my good girl.”

you drew in a shaky breath as he kissed over your cunt, “taesan, please. just fuck me.”

he smirked, looking up at you, “you’re so desperate, huh? so desperate for my cock. for my cum. for me to breed you, get you all good and pregnant like i always do.” he moved so his face was now hovering above yours, removing his trousers quickly, giving his length a couple pumps before lining himself up. “i’m not gonna be gentle, either, baby, so watch your mouth. fuck, we’re gonna do this every night until i see those two little lines, okay?”

leehan🪸🐠 [cunnilingus, cumming inside, no mention of protection, oddball leehan, dom!leehan]

“fuck— leehan,” you moaned, your hips bucking up into your boyfriend’s mouth, hands tugging on his long blonde locks as you came.

he smirked into your cunt, pressing soft kisses over the skin as you came down. he sat up, hand stroking your waist to bring you back to the room, a soft smile on his face as your eyes met his. “hi, baby.”

you giggled, “hi.”

“i’m so hard princess, can i fuck you? or are you too sensitive?” he pouted, taking your hand and bringing it so it was resting over the top of his boxers, his hard cock tenting the material.

you moaned at the feeling, beginning to tug his boxers down his thighs, his dick springing out, “fuck me, leehan, please.”

he grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your already dripping entrance. he slowly started to enter, inch by inch as you gasped, and he panted. once fully inside, he simply gave you a smirk before starting to thrust hard.

“leehan!” you gasped, your boyfriend chuckling as his hips continued their brutal attack.

“oh, princess, i was so desperate,” he teased, “so hard. this is just the trick.”

your mind went numb, mouth dropping open, allowing any sound to escape as leehan tucked his hand into the underside of your knee, lifting it to hit a new angle entirely. he hissed. his other hand moved to your skin, running up your stomach, feeling over the skin until he reached your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“can you imagine if you were pregnant?” he murmured, hand now massaging your boob, as your shocked eyes land on his face.

“wh-what?” you choked out. leehan had never shown any signs of wanting to start a family before, though thoughts of the future had obviously played on both your minds.

“can you imagine if through this, through fucking you, filling you up with my cum, you got pregnant. and you’d get so round and big, from your stomach, to your hips, to your tits?!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. his hips were slowed now, but each thrust was harsh. “and it’d be all my fault. people would look at you and know that i did that to you.”

you scoffed, no, not thoughts of starting a family, just pure horniness. still, you’d had no idea about this secret breeding kink. i guess you really do never know what he’s thinking.

leehan looked down at your expression, but before you had time to comment, he’d sped back up, fingers finding their way down to your clit, circling the bud wildly. you whined loudly, back arching off the bed.

“that’s it, princess,” he hummed, he knew exactly when you were going to cum — he found you so easy to read, “i’m gonna fill you up, let everyone know i belong to you.”

gasped out whines escaped you as leehan brought you through your orgasm before doing exactly as he’d said, filling you up with his warm cum, the liquid seeping out around his dick, covering his base in a white ring. he laughed at the sight before pulling out and wiping both of you down. you stared at him in disbelief from where you lay on the bed.

“what?” he mused.

“you care to explain what the fuck just happened?”

leehan shrugged, breathing loudly as he laid down next to you, “just thinking.”

[ihangelic]

BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECS

warnings. sfw & nsfw. legal line only. all categories sorted by oldest to youngest. this list includes my own works (i’m shameless). more works will be added overtime, so keep coming to look!

keycode. ⚠︎ = smut/suggestive, ☀︎ = fluff, ☾ = angst

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. if any authors tagged want their @ slashed or not be tagged again, please lmk! keep in mind this list is literally just my personal readings, so it’s not going to have an ‘even’ amount of anything.

under 1k:

☾, ☀︎ heartache by @zynz0 | contains. jaehyun x gn!reader, angst to fluff note. love me some satisfying angst

☀︎ we call it love by @nicholasluvbot | contains. taesan x fem!reader, fluff

⚠︎ untitled by @soobinskii | contains. sub!leehan x fdom!reader, smut note. author has written leehan exactly how i love sub!idols to be written: desperate, horny and adorable :(

⚠︎ untitled by @hazeytae | contains. stoner!leehan x afab!reader, smut

above 1k:

☀︎ ⚠︎ pretty boy by @hanfourz | contains. sungho x gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, christmas setting note. I JUST LOVED THIS IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND DOMESTIC IDK TT <3

⚠︎ baby blue by @camstqr | contains. virgin sub!sungho x fem!reader, smut, f2l note. this is 7.7k and i want to kiss author’s brain for it.

☀︎ evening glow by @loserlvrss | contains. riwoo x afab!reader, fluff, f2l note. this was written absolutely beautifully, author really knows how to paint a picture. also their backstory and coming to realize feelings and the decisions they made i found really relatable. there was just something so poetic yet raw about this work.

⚠︎ one more night by @heechwe | contains. ceo!jaehyun x fem ceo!reader, smut note. well written smut with a fun concept!

☀︎ forgotten grocery list by @loserlvrss | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, fluff

⚠︎ ☀︎ kiss culture by @ihangelic | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, clingy/sick jaehyun, fluff to smut, winter setting

⚠︎ ☀︎ pas de punk by @ihangelic | contains. punk!taesan x fem ballerina!reader, e2l, band au, smut, fluff

☀︎ almost, but not quite by @gluion | contains. leehan x gn!reader, fluff, s2l, university au note. i’m speechless while also having so much to say. this read like a coming-of-age movie, the scenes and choices of where to put a dialogue break— everything was so well thought out. (also, the moment i saw that author listed the marias and the neighborhood as the first two songs for the fic’s playlist, i knew it was gonna slap.) i was literally hooked on the first sentence— fish pun intended. the awkwardness was so endearing, how leehan constantly wanted to be around reader yet denied feelings, the ponyo references and fish/ocean analogies? a gorgeous, feel-good read.

⚠︎ sleepyhead by @blueberrybeomgyu | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. THIS IS MY SHIT! SOFT SEX- like idek how to describe it but i love when writers can write smut that’s so fuzzy and soft and warm?? literally have admired this writing style of smut for years and i can’t seem to do it. incredible writing.

⚠︎ mine to ruin by @ihangelic | contains. dom!leehan x fem!reader, smut note. one of my own works, but i really like this one! contains plushie humping and guided/mutual masturbation.

☀︎ more than a little bit by @jigeuminunbich | contains. leehan x fem!reader, fluff note. AHG I JUST LOVE THIS! the love confession was a great touch and was realistic and super cute to me!

⚠︎ distracted by @melohann | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. i think this is one— if not THE first bnd fic i’ve ever read and it’s one of my favs. rather cute for smut.

⚠︎ wet the bed by @0310s | contains. leehan x gn!reader, smut

☀︎ love and suds by @bananielle | contains. leehan x reader, fluff, comfort note. perfect for when you have a bad day, anxious, or just need to relax.

[chewnotchoke]

like no one else can

ೃ࿐ boynextdoor as your situationship

this was fun to write,,i was wondering if i should make individual fics abt this...what do yall think? ^__^ feedbacks and comments are appreciated ! and also my ask is always open if u wnna chitty chat <3

warnings: fluff, intense pining, light angst, signs of red flags

wc per member: ~250-400

sungho

“i’m trying to understand what am i to you?”

𓍯 situationship with sungho would be filled with a lot of "almosts" that keep you guessing, excitement, and unexpected outcomes. he would have this easygoing, carefree attitude as if he truly enjoyed your time together, but he’s also hard to pin down. he would bring you as his ‘plus one’ to parties or events and he has once invited you to a family outing “as a friend”

𓍯 sungho likes to do actions that you couldn’t help but assign meanings to these little things. he would give you a bite of his food in between laughter and throw tiny comments such as “i thought about you the other day.” the way he laughs at your jokes, recalls small details you mention, and checks up on you in between classes makes you question if he does the same with other people. if you didn't witness him opening doors for people, helping classmates with their homework, and giving the same endearing smile to anyone in need, it would be quite easy to convince yourself that the things he did to you meant something.

𓍯 when you mention being cold, he casually throws his hoodie over your shoulders and says, "just give it back whenever." yet it stays with you for days and he doesn't bring it up either, as if sharing his hoodie has become a relationship between you two. but when you decide to give it back, your heart aches to see another girl wearing his hoodie.

𓍯 the combination of highs and unanswered questions would be thrilling, and his charm would entice you to return for more. but the question “what am i to you” hangs in the open air because then, if you really meant something to him, he wouldn’t have treated others the same way he did to you.

𓍯 was it mutual at some point? maybe, or maybe not.

riwoo

“i know it’s casual but i look for you in a room full of people”

𓍯 likes having alone time with you. plans a hang out with your friends to watch a movie but the truth is he didn't invite anyone else just so he could watch the movie and spend time alone together. at the end of the movie, you'd just be wiping off your lips because you spent the whole time making out.

𓍯 situationship with riwoo is almost like a secret. he knows how to pull you towards him, and the relationship has you on chokehold. most of the time, he makes moves that make you question the very foundation of your relationship. he acts like he likes you. but does he actually do?

𓍯 during a chill drinking celebration at your friends' house, both of you always find a reason to text each other even if you're literally in the same room. that one time when you were seated a little too far from him, he pulls out his phone, typing under the table making sure no one gets a peak of his message, he would send you, "you're too far from me :(" it seems as though the thread that binds you is stronger than everything else, and every communication feels like a secret that only the two of you know. you'd look up from your phone to give him a glance and he gives you a subtle look—the look that even when you try to look away, you could feel his eyes settled on you.

𓍯 his red flag would probably be saying things like, "would you be jealous if i went out with someone else?" or talking about his ex. but right when he gives you enough reasons that he's not good for you, he pulls the "what would it take for us to stop pretending this isn’t more than casual?" card.

jaehyun

“you say we’re just friends but why do you look at me like that when no one’s around?”

𓍯 when you clearly don’t look like you’re just friends but it’s becoming a running joke now–jaehyun responds without skipping a beat whenever someone arches an eyebrow and asks if there is more going on between you and him. he casually replies, “we’re just friends.” and each time you force a smile that falls short of your eyes, you nod along.

𓍯 jaehyun has this habit of leaning towards you whenever he laughs, sometimes his head falls on your shoulder for a moment which kinda makes you flinch during the first few times but now that you’re used to it, you let your heads touch each other when you laugh together.

𓍯 when he spots you alone leaning outside the glass door at a party, you feel his presence slowly approaching you and then he simply stands there in comforting silence, staring at you in that familiar way, without saying anything at first. when you told him that you get more comfortable attending parties because he’s around, he’d flash a smirk, and his eyes return to the expression he always gives you when no one else is there. jaehyun looks intensely at your face as if he’s searching for something–searching for a sign.

𓍯 you can’t resist yourself to ask him a question if he’s sure about it. “sure about what?” his tone is gentle, and the corner of his mouth twitches as if he clearly understands what you are saying. “sure that we’re just friends…” you replied. jaehyun pauses before responding. he just looks at you, his eyes darting to your lips and back to your eyes, a spark there that he tries to conceal but can't quite get rid of. he lets out a tense and nervous laugh. “yeah, we’re just friends.” but his words were laced with hesitation and uncertainty. and there you thought, maybe the look he gives you is enough, for now.

taesan

“you treat me like this because you know you're my weakness.”

𓍯 taesan knows how flustered you get when he touches you. during lunchtime with your other friends, you tried to ignore how he sat closer to you than usual. when your friends make a joke and others laugh along, you try so hard to focus but you just can’t seem to grasp the fact that his knees and yours were touching. then, his fingertips lightly touched your leg, so gentle at first that you nearly questioned whether it was an accident. however, taesan’s hand becomes steady and warm, and you can only sense his calm presence. you attempt to maintain a neutral appearance on the outside as your heart twitches and your mind attempts to process the unexpected sensation. his smile is as laid-back as ever, and he continues to laugh with the group as if this is nothing unusual.

𓍯 situationship with taesan can be a little frustrating. he likes to give you mixed signals. he’s mostly all about you most of the time and he holds eye contact like you’re the only person he could see. but then the next day, he barely acknowledges your presence. he’s quiet and doesn’t speak to you. but you know what’s bad for you? the fact that you'd fold immediately bcs he really just knows how to give you butterflies right when you think he’s not interested. taesan would come up behind you, whispering to your ear saying, “i missed you today.” and you would quickly fold like you didn't just question everything about him.

𓍯 at some point, the feelings were mutual. but you got tired of going around in circles waiting for nothing to happen, so you just decided to move on and bury your feelings just to keep the friendship.

leehan

“teach me how to not care about these feelings that keep me up at night for nothing.”

𓍯 you don’t talk everyday but that’s what makes everything thrilling. and when you do talk, texting usually lasts until 3am. although you can feel the weight of your eyelids by this time, you try to stay awake just to converse with him. conversations with leehan are almost raw, something about each message is intimate—one you probably wouldn’t hear in the daylight. the thought that he actually also stays up with you makes you wonder how much he’s also feeling.

𓍯 leehan has the subtlest way of making you laugh. he’s nonchalant but he’s the type to make you intrigued without fully committing. with that being said, he knows when to pull back when he thinks you’re getting a little too attached over a situationship even if he's the one responsible for making you feel that way

𓍯 after dates, goodbyes often linger in the air. both of you enjoyed too much to actually walk away and go back home. when he stands close enough to hug you, you could feel his hand linger on your back like he’s in no rush to go back home. both of you stood there quiet, glancing at each other, enough to decipher by the look of your eyes that there are still unsaid words. “i’ll text you when i get back home.” he holds both of your hands as they slightly brush away from yours whenever he takes a step back. you know yourself you want something more from this situationship which causes your heart to ache.

𓍯 leehan is still not letting go of your hand even at the point where your fingertips are only touching each other. “let’s do that next time.” he says and adds, “sleep over.”

𓍯 and when he actually gets back home, you don't receive a text from him at all, and talked again the following days like nothing happened.

woonhak

"why does it feel like we’re both waiting for the other to make the first move?"

𓍯 it’s painfully obvious that both of you like each other. neither of you just couldn’t bring yourself up to confess. there’s always this tension that hangs heavy in the air when you’re with him. you're lounging on his couch while watching a film. with his shoulder almost touching yours, he is closer than friends should be. the couch's modest size is a flimsy excuse, but you both know there's more to it. woonhak’s arm occasionally moves, grazing yours and giving you a shiver, but he doesn't pull away. both of you are dancing around that invisible line, on the brink. his hand is getting closer and closer till your fingers would touch if you both moved even a little.

𓍯 every time you're together, you experience this torturous pulling, waiting for the other to finally release the tension that has been building for weeks. his hand moves next to yours, his fingers flexing as though he wants to grab you but isn't quite brave enough. and you can't help but wonder whether you're both simply waiting for a sign, anything that would eventually allow one of you to cross that line.

𓍯 woonhak constantly teases you, looking for excuses to rub your hair or bump into your shoulder, and he enjoys seeing how you respond to his pranks. he says something, though, that takes you entirely by surprise just when you think it's all a friendly act.

𓍯 “i feel like we’re both good at being complicated.” he chuckles. you can sense that you're both still holding back and skirting the truth because you're afraid of altering something that feels so near-perfect. but when you meet his eyes, you can see that this isn't the end of it because of the little warmth that remains in his smile.