#taesan au

[neapolithan]

daily bf!taesan 𐙚 ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

text messages (pt.2) summary: your boyfriend, taesan, is an interesting guy. warnings: suggestive !

part 2 of _

my asks + reqs are always open! I would love to hear from anyone <3

[dearwhs]

10 steps to NOT fall in love (100% works?) ✭ hts . . . 한동민

✪ genre: fluff, humor wc: 2k warnings: nothing!

♪ notes: I ENJOYED THIS ONE. WHAT DO WE THINKK? step 5 has gotta be my fav ><

✪ now playing: OUR

♪ part 2 >>>> the ultimate 10 steps to confessing (jaehyun's idea)

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taesan doesn't like you... is what he would always say. after all, you're just his neighbor. so what if you accidentally spill drink on your shirt and he just happens to be considerate? not like he cares or anything. he's just trying his best to stop you from whining at your own mess—like how you just wore your favorite shirt and now it's completely ruined so he borrows you one of his shirts instead. that meant nothing, obviously.

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"just admit it. you're literally so obvious, dude." jaehyun snickers, watching taesan who's too busy pretending to mind his own business. jaehyun lets out a dramatic sigh as he flops down on the sofa behind taesan. he obviously wouldn't be stopping his blabbing anytime soon.

this was an everyday routine for taesan. he just ignores jaehyun as if he didn't exist—simply nothing more than just a puppy who acts like an annoying fly, buzzing in his ears.

jaehyun's words were nothing but harmless bullets for him because he knows to himself that he's not into you, he's sure of it.

it's not like his world revolves around you—he's literally your neighbor. it's not his fault he knows the exact face you make when you thought you've lost your key, the way your eyesbrows suddenly glue together, your eyes glaring at your very own bag, rummaging inside in frustration (which by the way, entertains taesan every single time it happens). or the way you'd come out at 7pm everyday with tons of cat foods just to feed the stray cats waiting outside your door.

none of it meant anything, really.

dings. it's you, again—asking taesan to fix your broken sink for the 4th time this week. and of course, there goes myung jaehyun again, rambling how taesan instantly closed the book he was holding, which he was barely reading in the first place—he just used it to be a somewhat distraction to shoo away jaehyun's voice.

jaehyun couldn't hold himself as a soft chuckle escapes his mouth, he finds taesan amusing because his words does NOT match his actions at all. "dude, do you even realize how niché your behavior is right now? YOU DON'T EVEN FIX MY TOILET WHEN I CLOG IT!" taesan couldn't help but to roll his eyes at jaehyun, followed by a small tsk. "a sink is different from a toilet, jaehyun. it's different." he said as he ran off as fast as he could to escape jaehyun's rambling again.

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taesan comes back to jaehyun creepily smiling at him, what's up with this guy...?

"sooo, how's your sink date with y/n?" he's already bothering him. he didn't even give taesan a second— no, a millisecond to put down his bag.

jaehyun walks towards him, his arms leaning on an invisible block, even his hands placed on his chin out in the air. he's here to sip some tea. "so, why did you drop on her place? :3" taesan wanted to argue, but jaehyun's right... right..? no. taesan hesitates. he did drop by your place because he feared you'd flood your entire apartment and stay on his instead– totally!

and just like that, jaehyun was sold—that you like her. a grin stuck on his face, obviously enjoying taesan's reaction, his pride hated it. that's when his mouth fought for him... "fine, i'll prove it." ...jaehyun just snorted at him, "prove what??"

"that i don't like yn." — and just like that, taesan's 10 steps to NOT be in love was birthed and was ready to be put on action. oh he cannot wait to rub it on jaehyun's face once he proves himself right. oh, just you wait, myung jaehyun. just you wait.

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TAESAN'S 10 STEPS TO NOT BE IN LOVE

STEP 1: avoid you

– avoiding you? that's easy work. he always do that to people in uni. how hard can it be to avoid you?

– except you literally live right next door. right as you two meet outside the apartment, you simply wave at him, and before he could even process it, his arms automatically wave back. just a guy waving with the most blankest expression ever—his face wasn't prepared but his hands were. (STEP 1: FAILED)

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STEP 2: continue being the mean guy he is

– okay, easy—again, that's in his nature. sure it's impossible to avoid you, but being mean to you? that's doable.

– both of you are waiting at the bus stop, you tapped him—showcasing the keychain you made... "so, what do you think? i made it by myself!" he... he couldn't release his inner mean-ness for some reason, "yeah, it's nice." (STEP 2: ANOTHER FAIL)

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STEP 3: ignore your texts (easy!)

– how easy can it be for taesan to ignore your texts? easy... again... right? right...! he can just turn off his phone and go on with his day.

– his phone dings, he clears his throat, excusing himself, "oh, maybe jaehyun messaged me, that guy... definitely.." nope, it was from you. he swipes up on the notification, barely reading your message—not until his eyes catches on the words "taesan, can you help me–" nope, he won't fail step 3 that easily. well, not until he looked outside the window to see you struggling. next thing you know, he's right beside you as he helps you carry your groceries inside. (STEP 3: passed? i mean he didn't reply to you... nope. FAILED! - according to jaehyun)

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STEP 4: no more favors (sorry yn)

– you can manage... jaehyun said so. as for taesan? he's not so sure. you're literally the fairy godmother for yn. will this be possible?

– jaehyun, taesan, and riwoo's playing games—someone knocks on the door, and you guessed it. it's yn. "can you fix my sink...? i swear–" controller down, tools up. the two guys stared at him... weren't we playing games... and just like that, taesan poofed again. "step 4 is another fail." jaehyun muttered to himself. "what the heck do you mean–" you don't have to know riwoo, you don't have to know. (STEP 4: F)

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STEP 5: encourage you to date! (jaehyun's idea)

– now this one is easy, just throw her men she can date. that totally proves he doesn't like you, right?

– okay, taesan's in the living room along with jaehyun, listing off guys you could possibly date. sungho - nah, he's a cleaning monster. yn's the complete opposite of him. he'd probably scare her. riwoo ‐ he's perfect! (in jaehyun's opinion!) nope, no. riwoo's too... funny. we don't wanna kill yn from laughing too much, right? right. leehan - an immediate no for taesan. he's too perfect for her, yup. woonhak - he's a baby. we don't wanna turn yn into a single mom juggling her uni duties while babysitting woonhak. (STEP 5: big fail. jaehyun died laughing at taesan)

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STEP 6: stop remembering things about her, even the tiniest bits (jaehyun's idea again. taesan disagrees)

– let's keep it simple. he just needs to refrain himself of constantly reminding you things that you always forget. except...

– you're in the campus sitting at the bench, reading your notes. taesan's coincidentally at the area minding his own business listening to music—he definitely doesn't see you right at the corner of his eyes using his peripheral vision. but he could tell you were stressed, maybe reviewing for another hell of a quiz your prof threw at you this week. and just like that, as you look at your watch, you're about to be late, which forced you to run off. yeah, except you forgot your phone. he knew you'd forget something, and there he was—outside your class handing out the phone you left. (STEP 6: sadly a fail)

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STEP 7: SOCIAL DISTANCING!

– how about we go old school? this should be easy, he had done this multiple times during the pandemic. it wouldn't be hard to keep his distance from you. he hoped.

– no matter how much gap he tries to put on you two, you always manage to close it. you see him walking? you'd call out his name and put on the brightest smile as you wave to him—of course, he'd nonchalantly wave back. you'd bump to him in the convenience store? seconds later—you two are walking home together. (STEP 7: embarassingly a fail)

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STEP 8: not your diary

– you're happy? you tell taesan. you're sad? you tell taesan. you're mad? you tell taesan. you tell taesan everything. he told you multiple times he's your neighbor, not your unicorn diary or whatever. he swore he wouldn't listen to your rants.

– had a stressful day? you sent a voice message to taesan—he didn't even listen to it. not until a few seconds later. now he's at your door, holding snacks to ease you up, mumbling "here, i hope it makes you feel better, i guess." (what step are we on.. oh! STEP 8: fail...)

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STEP 9: stop thinking about you

– ever since this plan started, you were all over his head more than ever. jaehyun suggested this step as a "cleansing method," a way to get you out of taesan's head.

– okay, this should be easy. he just needs to focus on his class, video games, jaehyun– jaehyun!? get out his head, please—literally anything but you (and jaehyun).

– except everything is suddenly all about you. the empty sit on the bus? that's the sit he saved for you. the plush he saw on the store? it's the same one you had. the music he's listening to right now? that's your favorite song—he groans, bumping his head on the table, this is hard. his phone lights up, of course, it's you. "taesan, have you eaten yet?" okay, maybe one reply wouldn't hurt. (STEP 9: it's pretty obvious)

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STEP 10: he's not in love with you

– at this point, this was the ultimate test. he just had to wake up and feel... nothing. he knew this step would be the easiest. he wins, jaehyun loses.

– "you lose." jaehyun snickers at him, annoying the heck out of taesan by doing his silly victory dance. taesan just sits there, arms crossed. he... lost? pfft, no way. jaehyun on the other hand was dripping in amusement, "10 steps? it seemed like 10 steps to prove you like yn." he says, bursting out laughing.

– he didn't even mean to look outside his window but he saw you—why were you wearing a beautiful pink sundress? it's literally so cold right now. your face couldn't even hide how cold your body was, the way you were shivering, it worried taesan. and in a matter of seconds, taesan's already outside along with his jacket wrapped around his arms, right in front of you. "here, just take it." with a surprisingly soft voice, he couldn't help but to wrap the jacket on you, his face inches away from yours—that did something to taesan's stomach. his heart started beating fast, badum badum why was it doing that??

– as for you, the moment felt different with taesan. usually, these type of things meant nothing, but for some reason, seeing his face up close, you could see the details on his expression, the way his face eyebrows furrowed—his face genuinely concerned for you. it made you wonder, was han taesan always like this?

– the moment freezed for the both of you, eyes locked onto each other—only to be stopped by jaehyun creeping up behind taesan, taking him away. you just laughed at the situation, but is it weird to say you were disappointed you didn't get to spend much time with him at the moment?

– as for taesan, jaehyun's clinging on his shoulders obviously he's got something to say, "you like yn, huh?" and for the first time, that made taesan smile crazy, though he did push jaehyun away right after for ruining his moment with you. (STEP 10: failed. but who cares?) "what about 10 steps of confessing to yn now?" mhm, taesan locked jaehyun outside.

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[woobly]

THERE SHE GOES . . . 한태산 !

PAIRING. taesan x crocheter! gn reader GENRE. fluff, uni au, strangers to ??? WARNINGS. both are in uni but no scenes about school itself lol WC. 1.4k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. lichrally dunno what this is, i just word vomited 😭 i was actually gonna make another acc bc i got kinda shy to post here again but im too lazy to do that so here we are, ig im a onedoor now too 😆 𓂋˚˖ NOW PLAYING. there she goes by the la’s

THE FIRST TIME TAESAN SEES YOU, you were casually walking into the train car along with the rest of the morning rush. One of your hands was clutched onto your bag while the other was inside the pocket of your black puffer jacket.

He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. It was too early in the morning, and the music playing in his ears drowned all his thoughts out while on the way to his first class.

But upon seeing you, he was immediately awakened from his morning daze and stood up from his seat. Watching you switch places with him to stand beside your seated figure, he thinks he saw you say thank you, but he’s not sure.

Not thinking much of his gesture of giving up his seat, he looked out toward the city passing by outside. That was until the train entered another tunnel, and he was forced to look at something else; you, in his peripheral vision, had suddenly brought out a crochet needle and some yarn.

He was pleasantly surprised. People were usually on their phones while on the train, while here you were, your hands half buried in your jacket as they worked on some yarn as if you were in your own little world.

He wasn’t actually sure if you were crocheting or knitting or what. He had only overheard from the other students in his classes about how they crocheted in their free time, but he had never actually seen anyone do it.

He tilted his head once in a while to watch you, trying his best not to act like a creep. Not that you would notice anyway. He did this until he had to step off at his stop first.

The second time Taesan sees you, it was a Saturday. He unfortunately had a class in the morning, and he was on the way home after having lunch with his friends and spending some time in the library.

You were already seated on the train, hands busy once again. It wasn’t rush hour, so Taesan took a seat across from you.

You seemed to be counting something, perhaps the stitches, based on the way your mouth was moving. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking closer at your project, before pulling at the string of yarn exasperatedly. He was curious about what just happened, smiling at your frustration.

He caught himself glancing at you from time to time again. And this time, you almost caught him looking at you.

He saw you again a few times after that, to the point that he’s learned where to sit or stand so that he can see your reflection in the window to avoid being caught looking at you directly. He’s even learned what days of the week you usually share train rides.

At first, it was a little freaky how the two of you managed to be on the same train at the same time a few times a week, let alone the same car. But after a while, he started looking for you, wondering where you had gone on days when he’d usually seen you.

Months had gone by like that, Taesan watching you work on what seemed like different projects from a distance.

However, this time it was a little different. There were no other available seats except the one right beside you. There was still some space on the metal bars to hold on to, but something told him to take that seat (perhaps it’s the voices in his head aka Leehan urging him to do something about his little train crush; Taesan always denies it by saying it’s not a crush).

This time, it was difficult to see your face, so he could only look at your hands. He tried so hard to be subtle, but he supposes he wasn’t subtle enough because you suddenly put your needle and yarn down on your lap and took something out from your bag.

“Hey, I uh… made something for you,”

You were now looking at his wide eyes, a rush of different emotions suddenly coursing through him. Ashamed because you noticed him watching; touched because you made something for a stranger like him; and shy because you were talking to a guy like him.

He finally looked at your open hand that delicately held a stuffed black cat keychain.

“Is this a cat?”

“Yeah, that’s you,” you said as you smiled tightly. You acknowledge that he was a good-looking guy, but there was still something about him that intimidated you a little. “Um, I’m sorry if that offends you. I made it based on the vibe you gave off, but I don’t mean to stereotype based on the clothes you wear. Not that I made you a black cat because you always wear black, but the dark hair covering your eyes a little also kinda—,” you rambled, stopping when you see the look on his face and realizing you might have said too much.

Taesan chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. May I ask why…?”

“Um… no reason,” you shrugged with another tight smile, trying to mask the blatant lie you just told him.

“Well, I’m honored. This is really cute,” Taesan smiled, looking at you then at anything but you.

You finally smiled with a more relaxed expression, lips pursing to keep yourself from smiling too widely.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you after already making it, plus you sat here today,”

The truth is, you also noticed him that first time. You noticed his repeated presence the same way he did. When he was looking outside, you looked around the train car only for your gaze to land on him. You actually lied when you said you made a keychain for him. It’s actually a gift meant for one of your friends, but you decided at the last minute to use it to shoot your shot—you could always make another one. If he realized that you were also watching him from what you just said, then he was nice enough to not bring it up.

“This is crochet, right?” Taesan asked as he looked around his bag for a place to hang the keychain.

“Yup! I like to do arts and crafts as a pastime, and crocheting is the most… mindless one for me—for lack of a better word,” you both chuckled. “But it also keeps me from falling asleep when I commute alone. That’s why I mostly do it on the train,”

Taesan nods, his mind still processing what was happening.

“You go to Hybe U, right? Saw your ID,”

You looked down at your lanyard and held it. “Oh yeah. You?”

“I go to KOZ,” Your eyes light up in recognition as it’s the college not far from yours.

“We should—“ “If it’s—“ you both say at the same time.

Chuckling, Taesan gestures for you to go first.

“We should hang out some time… is what I was gonna say,” you smiled, looking at the boy beside you.

“Yeah, I’d like that. And I was gonna say that if it’s any help, I could wake you up at your stop,”

You frowned in confusion. “But you get off first,”

“It’s okay. I have time before class,” Taesan smiled shyly, unsure what to do with himself after making such an offer.

You looked away, realizing the boy wasn’t as intimidating as you thought.

“Well, I’ll hold you to that.”

BONUS:

True enough, by midterms season, you spent most of your train rides asleep on Taesan’s shoulder. You started falling asleep in the middle of crocheting more often to the point that you stopped carrying your projects altogether and opted to indulge in Taesan’s insistence.

The both of you were on the way home when he was reminiscing about his conversation with his friends earlier that day.

“Look at you. Who would’ve thought you out of all people would carry so many keychains on their bag?” Leehan commented after the boy in question mentioned how that first black cat keychain was apparently not even meant for him. You told him after a while that you gave it to him in the spur of the moment as an excuse to talk to him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny seeing you in your band shirts then you turn around and suddenly there’s a bunch of colorful animals and characters. Personally, I really like the Sanrio ones,” Sungho said teasingly. “Plus the way I just know it’s you when you enter a room because your bag is so noisy,”

“It’s not funny, Y/N made them! The plastic ones they also got for me,” Taesan blurted in faux offense, smiling and internally agreeing with the older boy.

“Yeah no, it’s cute actually,” Sungho said before bursting into laughter.

“Then ask Y/N for one. Actually no, don’t do that,” his friends chuckled at him.

“Then make one for me,”

“You know, I’ve already asked them to teach me. But I sucked so bad, and Y/N fell asleep while waiting for me.” Taesan chuckled while recalling the first time you hung out at the library.

“Man, he’s got it pretty bad.”

© woobly, 2025. all rights reserved.

[soombee]

ᯓᥫ᭡. a love that came before us — han taesan ༄.ᰔᩚ

dear diary, i’m so cooked.. he’s so nice to me i could cry!!

❥・spin off of .. caught in the current of you !

ಇ. in which .. leehan fumbles the bag with you—his jealousy and indecision to make a move driving you further away. enter taesan, a man who isn’t afraid of showing you what you’ve been missing when you were wasting your time w leehan

a story of second chances —but not for leehan !! :c

ཐིཋྀ , pairing ⋆ han dongmin (taesan) x reader ( also as @ / dessi_dessi_d on ig ! )

ཐིཋྀ , genre ⋆ ex’s best friend ! taesan x healing era ! reader , flirty hehe , infatuation , BOYFRIEND TAESAN. HE’S ACTUALLY SO OBSESSED W U I CANT 👅👅 , fluff , crack , half smau + half written

ཐིཋྀ , warnings ⋆ profanity , sensitive jokes (kys, sexual, etc.)

ཐིཋྀ , status ⋆ ongoing :3

ᓚᘏᗢ taglist (open) ! @httpenhoon @tkooooop @haechology @prettiann @endtostartbreathin @1starqi @jvngw0nlvr @moonhuiz @squiishymeow @mydearyeseo @sjakewrld

note/s : mwahahahahhA I SPENT SO LONG MAKING YHE BANNER PLZ DONT TELL ME ITS BUTT 😢😢 anyways comment or um ask if u wanna be tagged :3

🪁 ch. catalogue ₍^. .^₎⟆

profiles ; same as citcoy !! + taesan’s priv :p

pr. 00 ; ho im jinja serious shibal

ch. 01 , more importantly..

ch. 02 , good (wonderful) morning

ch. 03 ,

[wontune]

✿ taesan ﹙ boynextdoor ﹚ lockscreens !

[seokkiez]

my reality . . ᝰ.ᐟ

✶ SYNOPSIS ! : what happens when han taesan, a quiet boy with a cold demeanor; falls for a girl working part-time at his favorite record shop?

PAIRING 𐙚 han taesan x fem!reader

GENRE ⟡ smau + written chapters, highschool au, fluff, angst

WARNINGS .ᐟ profanities, kms/kys jokes, might have grammar errors (please ignore)

FEATURING ❀ ot6! bnd, riize! anton, and kiof! belle

STATUSゞ on hiatus until further notice.

CAST! °❀⋆.ೃ��*:･

001 there was something special in the air

002 feelings that are new

003 it seems as if it’s meant to be

004 keep moving forward

005 the things i couldn’t say

006 i feel something special in the air

a/n: hello! rethemed and reposted the my reality masterlist so it would be easier to add and edit! but i will not be doing the same for the current chapters that are already released! sooo the theme change will be evident LOL

© seokkiez 2024 ; all rights reserved

[taesanstrustfund]

Radio Shack

!! [ fluff, mutual pining, college au, non-idol au] !!

word count: [4.5K]

(When a radio club brings a melody into your life.)

I almost veer onto the sidewalk, pulling into the small parking lot of a random motel. My poor white dodge dart has seen better days with my driving, but I’m sure it’s freaking out over the name that as just released on the radio, just like I am. My car is far too familiar with that name.

“Alright! You heard our new host, now playing ‘Last Night on Earth’ By Green Day.”

“You idiot.” I laugh to myself in the emptiness of my car, trying to stop the harsh lump in my throat from becoming a complete breakdown.

College. Freshman year. 

“This will be your partner. You two will operate the radio room together for station 7. Learn each other and play nice because you will be seeing a lot of each other. build a schedule, and please don’t play your mixtapes on the station.” The senior showing me around the campus says this while we walk into the radio shack.

I came to college to study music, to learn and progress in my art. I want to write and produce for big bands in the future, win a Grammy, work with directors on their movies and help with the soundtrack, etc.

I look into the room and see a dark-haired boy with a black t-shirt tucked into some washed-out jeans held up by a belt. He has slim features and resembles a cat almost. He was attractive, I will admit. He had an energy that I liked right off the bat.

Setting the bin of records down in front of him, He takes his headphones off and lets them fall around his neck. He quickly wipes his hands off, spreading the dust onto his jeans, and reaches his hand out.

“Taesan.” He presses his lips together, giving a weak effort of a smile, but I can tell he tried.

“Y/n.” I shake his hand, giving a small nod to him and turning back to the senior.

“Station 7 runs at night, so be sure to be here at least 15 minutes before airtime. It will save you the stress of setting up and picking the starter tracks. From 6:00 PM to 10:30 pm, you’ll be in here, so make sure you pack dinner or eat before.” He informs the both of us. We nod, and he hands us the two sets of keys to the shack before saying goodbye to both of us and leaving the room.

“So, how do you want this to work?” I ask, turning to face Taesan.

“What do you mean?” he says, turning his back to me, picking up the bin he set down of the old records and placing them on the shelf that is built into the wall.

“How should we make our schedule?”

“I’m okay with whatever.” Easygoing. 

“Okay then, how about the first two weeks, we both come in. Just so we can get to know each other. Maybe figure out some setlists for the station beforehand, so it’s not too much work on the night of. You know?” I suggest as I watch him move around the studio, moving boxes and messing with things.

“Sounds good to me,” I hear him grunt as he lifts a box above his waist and places it on the shelf that’s just a bit taller than him.

I sit in the red swivel chair, worn down of its faux leather, and spin around, admiring the interior. Strings of fairy lights hang above; it’s a dark room. Dark grey, almost black, walls paired with brown carpet. Built-in shelves cover the entire back wall. There is a bit of an open space between the cases and the booth.

Posters of small campus concerts and small bands are taped or pinned to the wall. Vinyls are nailed to the wall, and there is a big bulletin board that has been cleared of everything, covering the majority of the “empty” wall space. 

“Can you hand me those records on the table next to you?” Taesan brings me back to the current moment, and I nod while picking up the 4 records that were left on the table in a pile. 

“That’s a good album,” I say, handing him the stack with a Green Day record sitting on top. 

“You like Green Day?” He half smiles while reaching out and grabbing the records. 

“Ew, don’t be that guy. Yes, I like Green Day; they are very popular,” he laughs and steps down from the small stool he was using to place the rest of the records on the top shelf. 

“No, I don’t mean it like that,” he smiles, eyes closing a bit as he lets an airy laugh out. 

“I meant it as; you enjoy Green Day. Some people enjoy it; some people don’t.” He wipes his hands on his pants again, clearing the dust. 

“I do.” I smile and nod, seeing how nicely his teeth are aligned from the half smile he gave me just now. 

“Favorite song?” He sits in the other worn swivel chair with a sigh. 

“Last Night on Earth. Is that too basic?” 

“Even if it is, it doesn’t mean it’s bad. That’s a good choice.” He leans against the wall with his hands resting behind his head. Something about that made him even more attractive.

“Do we come here every night?” I turn my chair to mess with things at the desk 

“We can, but I don’t think we have to. it’s just every other night.” I nodded and pulled my phone out. 

“What’s your number so I can reach you just in case? ” He grabs my phone and types in his number, sending himself a text to his phone to have my contact. 

“Thanks. I have to finish setting up my dorm, but I’ll be here tomorrow night, and we can figure out a schedule for after the two weeks together.” I stand up and smile 

“Sounds good.” He says, still leaning on the chair. His eyes are now closed, and he listens to the faint sound of music playing in the studio overhead. 

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“Hey, Green Day.” I received a text on my phone around 8 pm, and I had just finished setting my dorm up.

 Considering I’ll be in the studio more than anything, I don’t have many posters or things to hang up. It just took time to fold and hang my clothes up without falling asleep. My dorm mate was out all day; I didn’t even see her. Her room was set up the moment I got here, so she must have come a day early. 

“Hey,” I message back. “Nicknames already?”

“Better get used to it. What’s for dinner tomorrow?”

“Dinner?”

“Are you eating before? I was thinking of pizza if you want to eat it in the studio.” 

“How sweet, eager to have dinner with me already.”

“Easy now, senior just said to play it nice. Besides, you said you want to get to know each other the next two weeks.” 

I did say that, didn’t I? 

“Pizza is good, just no weird toppings.” 

“Adding the weirdest toppings. Goodnight Green Day” 

“Goodnight, Taesan.” 

Shutting off my phone, I crawl under my covers, my body finally relaxing and enjoying the somewhat comfortable dorm bed. I plug in my phone, letting it charge while I reach over and unplug my iPod and headphones. I’ve kept the same iPod since I was a kid, changing songs on it every once in a while, of course. 

I shuffle through my songs and settle for ‘Look after you’ by The Fray. I put the Ipod under my pillow and close my eyes, listening to the music, enjoying the instrumentals, the mood, the lyrics, creating a scene in my head to fall asleep to. 

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“It’s 6:05. What happened to coming 15 minutes early?” Taesan teases as I walk in the door, my backpack slung over one shoulder and my jacket barely hanging onto my other shoulder. 

“Oh please, we don't air till next Friday.” I smile and shake my head, shutting the door and turning to lock it. 

                  The smell of pizza filled the room, and I saw he had started making the studio his own. There were pictures on the once-empty bulletin board of concerts, tickets to bands, and a picture of him with a Daphne blue guitar.

                  Taesan and I got along very well. We talked casually to each other by the end of the night as if we had grown up with each other. We were both sitting on the floor with the pizza box left wide open with only a few slices left, and empty plastic water bottles were now piled in the small recycling bin. Before we knew it, we had a comfortable silence between us as we listened to the faint sound of the radio. 

“Since we are friends now-” he cut me off 

“Oooo, not so sure about that.” he smiled and took a bite of the slightly cold pizza. 

“I guess that means I have to give you a nickname too.” I sigh, already trying to come up with a nickname for him. He nodded and continued to eat what was left of the pizza before he got to the crust, getting ready to hand it to me. 

During our random conversation, we discovered that we could trade a lot of things. I’ll eat the tomatoes, the crust, and pickles he doesn't like, and he’ll eat the olives, peppers, and mushrooms I don't like. It works out; never a piece wasted. 

I reach out and grab the crust from him, leaning back against the wall I’ve been resting on for a few hours now, I think. 

“What about blue?” I cover my mouth as I speak. 

“Not original.” he licks his thumb before wiping it on his pant leg. I should probably buy some napkins for the studio. 

“It is, check it-” I swallow what was in my mouth and sit up a bit

“Blue to go off of green, right? Blue guitar in your photo-” I pointed to the picture he hung of himself on the bulletin board.

“And my favorite band has a song called Daphne Blue, and in the lyric, it says ‘black jeans and daphne blue, still makes me think of you.’”

“Already getting songs dedicated to me.” he crosses his arms with a small smile on his face.

“If I get a whole band, the least I could do is give you a song.” I shrug. 

“Fine, blue it is,” and that was that. 

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As the weeks went by, we got closer. We became each other's go-to person for just about anything. Problems with homework, drama with other friends, need to rant, found new music, need to hang out. Within a month, we grew to be inseparable. 

                  We created a code song for when things are rough. Like when we took our first exam. He did great, but I didn’t. He played ‘Last Night on Earth’ by Green Day, and I came to the studio almost in tears to hear it. It was stupid, but the gesture was sweet to play the song I mentioned the first time we met, when I was feeling sad after a test. 

We lay on the floor of the studio listening to it and made a little joke with both of our nicknames in it. 

“Green day,” he sighed with his hands behind his head.

“For a blue night.” I return, copying his pose next to him on the floor, with space between us. 

And that became our thing for everything. Codes. Almost everything we did was coded, and it became a journey to decipher them, and by the time we understood what each other meant, it was almost too late to bring it back up to confirm it or to know if we were just being delusional. But some codes, they didn’t need to be deciphered. 

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“Happppyyy biiiirthdayyyy tooooo youuuu,” I sing, walking into the studio carefully with a small cake lit with a few candles on top.

The studio has a comforting feeling today. I have been ignoring Taesan all day today to make him think I forgot about his birthday. We exchanged our birthdays within a few weeks of meeting, writing them in our calendars and setting reminders on our phones. 

“Happy birthday to Dongmin…” he smiles at his real name he gave me a few months ago during our late night music search. I promised to only use it in important situations, and this feels pretty important. 

“Happy birthday to you!” I lower the cake to the ground, and he meets me there, sitting in our designated spots that now have cushions to provide comfort.

“You remembered.” Of course I did; I didn’t even need the reminder on my phone. For some reason, it was the only date that was highlighted in my brain.

“Yeah, if you count asking around as remembering.” I tease. “Make a wish.” I motion to the cake with a nod of my head. 

His gaze lingers for a second before closing his eyes and blowing the candles out, casting away the warm glow it to his skin, almost making his brown eyes light up, even in the darkest room. 

“So, what did you wish for?” I smile, putting my hands in the middle of my lap as I sit cross-cross from him. 

“Green day.” I stopped breathing for a second, not knowing if I was understanding it differently. 

“Since it’s Blue’s night.” he softly smiles as he refers to himself by the nickname I gave him months ago. 

“Well, I'm here.” I couldn't manage to get my voice above a whisper for some reason. Like something took my ability to think straight and to talk normally. 

“Dream come true then.” he ruins the moment quickly when I see him realize what he was saying by digging his bare hand into the cake and eating it out of his hand. 

“EW.” I did exactly what he just did, and we finished the night with frosting across our faces and our hands slightly blue from the dye in the icing. 

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The next 4 years went exactly like this. Playing music on our shared station that held messages for each other. 

One day, he played ‘Look After You’ by The Fray after I lent him my iPod to help him fall asleep since he had a busy week. The next week, I played ‘Fool of Myself’ by The Band Camino.

I attempted to confront him, but all he said was, “Every song isn’t about you, Green Day. Don’t flatter yourself.”

 I told him I hated the color yellow, and he played Yellow by Cold Play the next day. Even through melodies, he found a way to tease me. 

Until I got a boyfriend in junior year, and it all suddenly stopped. The late-night studio hangouts, making each other dinner or splitting our take out, songs with messages, our pictures we took together and printed out on our bulletin board eventually got covered by track lists. My iPod was “returned”; he left it on the desk of the studio when it was my night to run the station. The four and a half hours at the station felt longer with no presence of another person. I would see him on campus, but his back was always facing me, walking away, even if his class was in my direction. 

I don’t know why he split from me; it’s not like he was going to make a move. Or did he want to? It was all so frustrating. I was mad at him for a bit after I realized he purposefully went the long way to his classes because he’d see me walking around. It was childish. The last song he added to the tracklist for his night was ‘Know It All’ by The Band Camino, but I didn’t listen to the station that night to know if he played it. 

For 4 months, it was radio silent between him and me, not even a text. 

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It was my night at the station, before spring break of junior year. My boyfriend went to a party with a couple of his classmates, letting me know he would be out most of the night and he’d text me when he made it back to his dorm. I sit on the swivel chair, and I pick at my food, which has now gone cold. Music has become a chore these past couple of months. It was like there was no fun in finding a meaning in the lyrics anymore. 

I got a text from a random number. It was a picture of my boyfriend at the party. I didn’t think anything of it, seeing it was just him dancing in the crowd that formed. A few minutes later, another text was sent by the same number. 

“I didn’t know, I'm sorry.” was all it said. I didn’t understand until I looked at the picture again. There was a evident marking on his neck, and the girl infront of him was too close for comfort. I feel my body go cold and start to shake. 

                  Before I could even load the screenshot of the text to send to him, I got a message from him saying, “breaking up with you. Sorry.”

Just like that, everything was over. The past four months were gone. We hadn't been together for long, but I did enjoy his company. He was handsome, and he had manners when we first met, but over time, he lost them. I let myself lie on the floor on my back. I cover my eyes with the palm of my hands, trying not to get emotional over a four-month relationship that never got past second base. 

                  I didn’t have any super close friends on campus, even after 3 years in this school. I never needed more than Han Dongmin… Blue. 

I looked at the clock, and I saw I had 2 more hours left in the studio before I could go back to my dorm and sleep away this anxious feeling mixed with embarrassment. It's funny how you can be all alone and still feel the heavy embarrassment someone made of you. 

                  I push myself off the floor and to the desk, choking back sobs as I do my best to see through my blurry vision. I clear the tracklist and add the song I haven’t heard in 4 months to play next. 

‘Last Night on Earth’ by Green Day. 

I don't know if he is listening to the station, but I hope to god he feels the message some way and he comes, even if he hates me. Even if he moved on from whatever we were. 

An hour passed, and I stayed in the same spot since I played the song. I haven’t heard anything from my now ex-boyfriend, nor have I heard anything from Dongmin. 

It’s pointless to play that song. I don’t know why I thought he’d come running to me. I force myself to stand up and clean the studio from my messy eating and bottles of water I stacked in the bin. 

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                  With 30 minutes left, I grab the trash and the recycling to take out. I shove my keys in my pocket before taking them out the door, making sure to lock it behind me. The night had gotten warmer, although there was a small breeze that would pass through. 

                  I lift the lid to the trash container out in the back, throw away my trash, and repeat this with the recycling in the recycle bin. I walk back to the studio, feeling my allergies already kick in with my nose getting runny again.

                  I walk back to the front, and I see him standing there, looking in the glass panels on the door. 

“Dongmin?” He turns around, and his jaw is bruised, and he has a cut on his lip. It looked like his nose was bleeding, but it stopped, and he had a poor attempt at cleaning it. 

“y/n” he almost tripped over himself, practically running to me like I was the injured one. 

“Are you okay?” his hands are holding my face still as his eyes soften and his brows furrow. 

“Are you?” I scan his face to see how bad it is. I saw his knuckles bruised and busted when he went to cup my face. 

“I heard-”

“I shouldn’t have played the song, it was selfish.”

“Not the song. I heard what happened.” And then it clicked. His knuckles, the bruising on his jaw and his lip, He was either at the party my ex was at, or he went there to fight him. I feel the embarrassment creep in again as I realize that this could be something that spreads on campus.

“It's not selfish if you need me,” he huffed out. I remove my eyes from his, grab his wrist, and pull him to the door. I unlock it, letting us both into the studio. I make him sit on the chair, and I open the drawer where we keep the mandatory first aid kit. 

“Please tell me you didn't-”

“I did.” he didn’t hesitate with his answer even without me finishing my sentence. 

I don’t manage conversations at the moment. I sigh, and I clean up his face. I can feel his eyes watching me, waiting for me to yell or show some reaction. I feel the 4 months wash over me of losing Dongmin, my best friend. All the hard days of classes, and I couldn’t sit in the studio with him and talk about it. I had to throw out the olives, peppers, and mushrooms I got with anything. Music was getting boring, it was all such a chore without him around. 

Before I knew it, I had two big streams pouring down my face, and I heard his breath hitch. 

“Green day,” he hesitates to wipe my face. I turn my head to save what is left of my character right now and bring my arm to my mouth to muffle the sound. 

“For a blue night,” I muffle into my sleeve, followed by a sob. I feel the pull on the wrist that rested on his cheek while I was cleaning. And I'm suddenly crying into his shoulder, and he is holding me tighter than I was ever held within these past 4 months. 

“I got you,” he whispers as he rubs my back.

“You never called, you never texted, you just- disappeared,” I sobbed into his shoulder. 

“You never stopped me from disappearing,” he whispers back, breaking my heart with the hurt tone he tried to waiver.

He was right; I never reached out, even when I was upset for him not reaching out. It goes both ways. 

After that, things went back to y/n and Dongmin, Green Day, and Blue. 

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The hardest day was the last day of college before graduation. I had gotten a job offer with a record company that helps artists work with films. I worked there for 2 years, working on a project until they sent me back home to be a part of the sound crew for another studio.  The only problem is that after graduation, I leave for my flight across the globe. 

When I first told Dongmin he was happy for me, he was happy for me, too, until he realized I would be in a whole different part of the world. 

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“We’re gonna be late.” I laugh as he makes me stop on campus to see the radio shack one last time. We are in our White graduation gowns, and our ceremony is in an hour, but the drive is 45 minutes if we can weave through traffic. 

“I promise you that when you come back, I’ll have my radio show, and I’ll play our song first thing.” I smile and cross my arms. He pulls his phone out and takes a picture of us in front of the radio shack before we say our final goodbyes to it. 4 years in a small building, playing music, sharing dinner, skipping classes, and celebrating each other's birthdays. Where all our song confessions took place and, unfortunately, will be left behind. 

Our ceremony was bittersweet. Dongmin and I tap each other's feet, not paying attention to the speakers. Our pinkies locked around each other, still too scared to hold each other's hand. Our caps had handprints on them. His was green, with my handprint, and mine was blue with his. 

We throw our caps in the air, and before mine hits the ground, Dongmin has me in his arms, spinning me around. I make sure to collect our caps before we get ushered out.

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And the next 2 hours go by faster than I wanted them to. Than either of us wanted them to. He drove me to the airport, and when he dropped me off, I could see he tried to play it cool, but we both knew. 

“You’ll be back right Green Day?” 

“Wish for me on your birthday again, and we’ll see.” I smile. I pull my suitcase with me as I slowly walk backwards towards the doors. 

“And if I play our song?” He almost chokes. 

“I’ll come running back.” I bite my lip to hold my composure. 

I let go of my suitcase and rushed to him, giving him a tight hug. His arms had no problem holding me one last time, considering they were begging for it. I breathe in his cologne he’s worn since the first day I met him and take the last bit of confidence I had around him to run my fingers through the back of his hair for the first time. I felt his grip on my shirt tighten, like he was trying to connect our bodies so I couldn’t leave. 

“I love you, Green Day. And I lied before, every song is about you. ” He confesses into my shoulder. But there is nothing we can do now other than let each other know. 

“I love you, blue. And tell me something I don’t know.” I try to laugh. 

And for two years, neither of us had time to text or reach out as our careers started, our timezones were completely different, and trying to keep up with it was just another thing on our plate. 

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I came back home on August 10, which was Han Dongmin's birthday. And here I am now, sitting in the parking lot of a motel, listening to ‘Last Night on Earth’ by Green Day, after hearing his voice on the radio for the first time.

I pull out my phone. 

“Green Day?” I text. Not even a minute later, I got a response back. 

“Since it’s blues night.”

“Happy birthday.” I crack a smile, and I feel like I’m back in college all of a sudden. 

“Haven’t even blown out the candles, but it looks like my wish came true.” 

“What exactly was the wish?” I tease. 

“That I wouldn’t wait another 4 years to tell you that it’s still you.” 

[emeraldenha]

pairing: idol bf!taesan x gn!reader | genre: idol au, established relationship, fluff | warnings: none

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[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

reblogs appreciated!

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.

[eunandonly]

FAKE DATING WITH BOYNEXTDOOR

fake dating boynextdoor was easy–until it started feeling real

( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 1477WC · fake dating trope contains! fake dating, skinship, language / archive

은 : i'm going to try my best to be a bit more active on blr now that i'm on spring break >< i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! ily <3

myung jaehyun 

when you ask myung jaehyun to fake date, he agrees to it immediately, flashing you that signature smirk. it almost worries you when you see the grin. you know he’s up to absolutely no good.

he treats it like a game at first, but you find the way he slips into the role so effortlessly almost unnerving. he throws his arm over your shoulder in public, calling you “babe” without hesitation and teases you whenever you get flustered. 

“you’re blushing,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your ear as you try to keep your face neutral. “are you falling for me already?”

cocky bastard.

jaehyun finds your reactions entertaining, but there’s a strange possessiveness in the way he glares at anyone who talks to you, or looks at you a bit too long. he nearly punches a guy trying to get your phone number, and when you call him out, he just shrugs, claiming that it “needs to be convincing.”

he takes you by surprise by remembering little things about you, how you take your coffee, your favourite snack. he brushes it off with a casual “a boyfriend would do this.” 

but the longer this goes on, the less it feels fake. you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not looking, his teasing flirty remarks losing its playfulness. 

“you know,” he says one day, his voice softer than usual. “i think I might've forgotten to pretend.”

park sungho

sungho hesitates when you first tell him your idea. you tell him it’s a great idea; fake dating so that you can get your ex boyfriend back, and he can get back his ex girlfriend. killing two birds with one stone, you say. sungho’s not too sure, but he gives in after some begging from your side.

sungho isn’t sure why, but the thought of pretending to be your boyfriend makes him unreasonably nervous. 

at first, he’s awkward–stuttering over pet names, clearing his throat when you hold his hand. but he still finds himself holding doors open for you, carrying your things without being asked, offering you his jacket when the weather gets chilly. the first time you kiss him, it’s on the cheek, and sungho practically freezes, ears tomato red as he tries his best to avoid your gaze. 

“we should practice more,” he says out of the blue one day. “it needs to be convincing.”

you’re quick to tell him that you’re already being convincing, that it’s him that’s the problem.

sungho’s careful with boundaries, always asking, ‘is this okay?” before touching you in any way. but then things start shifting, there’s no denying it. he texts you good morning without thinking, lingers a little too long after fixing your scarf, gets defensive when someone asks about your relationship. 

park sungho doesn’t realise he’s falling until it’s too late.

“i don’t want this to be fake anymore,” he says one night, standing outside your door whilst fidgeting with his sleeves. “forget about my ex, i want you.”

lee sanghyuk

riwoo finds the whole situation really fucking funny. 

“fake dating? how desperately do you want that asshole back? yeah, i’ll do it, it’s gonna be so fun.”

yeah well, it's fun. for him.

from the moment you two announce your “relationship”, he plays it up like you’re in some kind of terribly cliche, terribly cheesy romance movie, throwing dramatic love confessions at random.

“my love, i would walk through fire for you!” he declares loudly in the school hallway, before snickering as you try your best to do damage control to no avail. 

riwoo’s constantly teasing, winking at you in class and whispering stupid things like, “careful, you might actually fall for me.” just to see your face redden in embarrassment. but then there are moments when he tones it down, and it’s a bit too natural–the way he rests his head on your shoulder when he’s tired, or the way his hand absentmindedly finds yours.

“why’re you blushing?” he teases, but he’s blushing too. 

the problem is, he never knows himself when he’s joking and when he’s being serious. he tells himself it’s just an act, just a way for you to get back your dickhead boyfriend who looks like a two out of ten. but he finds his heart stuttering when you look at him just right. 

and soon, riwoo finds himself wishing the act would never end. 

one day he turns to you, his usual stupid grin plastered on his face, but there’s something softer behind it. 

“so, uh, what if we didn’t stop fake dating?”

han dongmin

when you ask han taesan to be your fake boyfriend to make you ex jealous, he barely reacts. barely even raises his head, murmuring, “sure,” as if you just asked him to pass the salt. 

annoying little bitch.

but beneath his cool, nonchalant exterior (that’s what he thinks), his mind is racing.

he’s not the person for over-the-type gestures, but he shows affection in the smallest ways–remembering your favourite drink order, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you closer when walking near traffic. you applaud his for being boyfriend material and make a point to very loudly wonder why he’s never had a girlfriend before remembering, aha, his personality is shit.

han taesan insists he doesn’t care about pda, but if someone questions your relationship, he’ll kiss your cheek without a second thought. 

“see? believable.” he says, ignoring the way his heart is pounding. he does it so naturally that even he forgets it’s fake sometimes. he texts you late at night to check if you’ve eaten and gets irritated when other guys get too close. but taesan’s stubborn, and he spends most of his time gaslighting himself that he doesn’t like you like that, brushing it off as just an act. 

then one day, he catches himself staring, thinking how you look a little bit too pretty, hands itching to reach for yours. 

“you said i’m boyfriend material, right?” he asks, catching you by surprise.

“yeah sure.”

“ok, well how about you give up on your shitty ex and we date for real? i’m like, hotter than him too.”

kim donghyun

leehan takes the whole fake dating thing very, very seriously. when you tell him about your ideas, he looks more determined than you, face serious as he says, “if we’re going to do this, we really have to sell it.” you end up having to ask him if he has an ex girlfriend he wants back, because there’s no way he should be this invested in the whole plan.

he makes you practice with him; holding hands, casual touches, so it looks natural. but the more you two practice, the more it starts feeling real. he’s always respectful, never crossing boundaries and always asking if you’re comfortable. but he’s a little too good at being a boyfriend. he ties your shoelaces when they come undone, carries your bag without you asking and smiles at you in a way that makes your heart ache. 

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask one day when you catch him staring at you in the restaurant on one of your fake dates. 

leehan just grins. “because you’re cute.”

it’s moments like these that make you forget this isn’t real. but then he starts getting flustered–hesitating before calling you pet names, looking away too quickly when you catch him staring. he’s the first to realise his feelings, but it takes him forever to act on them.

one evening, he exhales deeply before turning to you. “so… what if we kept dating?” he asks, nervous but hopeful. “for real this time?”

kim woonhak

woonhak is way too excited to date you. yeah, it’s fake, but he’s still technically dating you. he’s already planning out cute couple photos. 

woonhak fully commits, calling you cute nicknames, being your personal hype boy, and practically beaming with excitement when you’re around.

you think he’s kind of cute.

“this is my girlfriend,” woonhak announces to everyone, holding your hand. “she’s so pretty isn’t she? yeah, well she’s super smart as well, and-”

he’s affectionate without realising–holding your hand, fixing your hair, resting his chin on your shoulder. it’s all a joke to him at first, but then he starts feeling weird.

why does his heart race when you smile at him? why does he hate seeing other people flirt with you?

“i’m not jealous,” he insists, but his pout says otherwise. 

one day, you joke about breaking up just to see his reaction, and he gasps dramatically.

“if we ‘break up, i’m keeping the dog we don’t have.” 

but behind the playful tone, there’s real fear. he’s known for a while now, this isn’t fake to him anymore. one evening, as you’re walking home together, he suddenly blurts out, “wait, you didn’t know? i fell for you ages ago.”

[neapolithan]

daily bf!taesan 𐙚 ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

text messages. summary: your boyfriend, taesan, is an interesting guy. warnings: none !

part 1 of _

my asks + reqs are always open! I would love to hear from anyone <3

[dearwhs]

the ultimate 10 steps to confessing (jaehyun's idea) ★ hts — 한태산

★ genre: 80% crack, 10% fluff wc: 2.4k warnings: nothing, down bad loser taesan... watch out

꒰ ☆ ꒱ notes: TAESAN'S FIRST PASS? WE CHEERED. FINALLY OUT FRM THE DRAFTS + its lacking cute scenes but ure gonna ijbol i hope

★ part 1 here !!! > 10 steps to NOT fall in love (100% works?)

꒰ ☆ ꒱

remember jaehyun's "what about 10 steps of confessing to yn now?"—well, that thought is flying over taesan's head now, messing him up, contemplating. is jaehyun's suggestion really a good idea?

probably not. definitely not. you're just his crush. it's bound to fade, right? well, despite failing all the 10 steps of how to NOT fall in love. why's he still in denial?

okay, maybe ever since that day—acting like your parent or something, being concerned about you—you lived inside his head rent free. he'd replay the moment you two shared that now he's openly smiling in front of jaehyun whenever he thinks about you.

safe to say we lost taesan to you. you had him wrapped around your fingers.

maybe he really needs to do something about this crush thing. his actions? not normal. he's experiencing all the symptoms you'd get when you're crazy in love—and the smartest move he could do to fix whatever this was? ask jaehyun for help. after all, he's in this mess because of their silly bets.

which is as to why taesan is now in jaehyun's habitat, cause he cannot bare to see you right now. he's afraid he's heart would go badum badum again 'til it explodes.

now, taesan's face is buried on the pillow, groaning. and what is jaehyun doing? laughing. mhm, he's laughing over taesan's despair because this is a side he never saw in their years of friendship ever, like EVER. he'll even take a video if he can, but you know what'll happen if he does... maybe that wasn't part of his best ideas yet.

"hey, taesan. i'll help you, dude. i've got an idea. " jaehyun grinned, nudging taesan's shoulder.

taesan just looks up at him thinking, he's up to no good again, isn't he?—either way, he's so lost that he just accepted his faith under jaehyun's hands. here goes nothing.

"the ultimate 10 steps to confessing!" (jaehyun partially plagiarized taesan's first plan), after hearing that? taesan didn't even bother to argue on why they're doing this 10-step thing again, but instead he's just hoping whatever this plan was, it better work.

and again, just like that, "the ultimate 10 steps to confessing" has been reborn. let's just hope it works.

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Jaehyun's Ultimate 10 Steps To Confessing!

STEP 1: admit you like her

– first step, stop being in denial. pretending to be all cool when she passes by doesn't add aura, taesan—the moment you're gone, he'll smile like a freak IN PUBLIC (which is an automatic -800 aura for our fake emo).

– okay, easy! he just gotta admit he likes you. except, he's outside the apartment mumbling to himself as he takes out the trash, "i like–" you got this "i like h–" — "you like?" yup, of course you were there, accidentally creeping up behind him.

– despite being caught off guard, he just plays it off, coughing. "oh, i like pancakes." (in fact, he doesn’t. STEP 1: PASSED! even if he didn't admit it—his actions did, let's cheer!)

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STEP 2: start acting normal

– according to jaehyun, taesan's normal mode is currently turned off. because recently, he had been so conscious of his actions when you're around. it's like he's overlooking things—is he staring for too long? should he look away?– or does that makes him look weird?

– you'd be in a convenience store eating out—his treat. you're rambling to him how you did so well on your quiz, you'll subconsciously high-five him. you don't know the impact that high-five had caused to him, cause the moment your hand touched against his, his hands just freezed in place, literally. once he noticed his hands were paused up in the air, he just awkwardly plays it off as scratching his head, "why is my head suddenly itchy, haha." (STEP 2: failed...?)

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STEP 3: stop overthinking EVERYTHING

– after over-reading his actions detail by detail—he's slowly latching now over yours. even searching on google, "what does it mean for someone to..." yep, he's cooked. (he needs to be stopped..)

– curious what made him head to google?— it was the way you said good morning to him, earlier. somehow, he caught the fact that your voice was two notes lower than usual. did it even make sense for him to notice that? maybe. he is studying music, after all. (STEP 3: failed, once again…)

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STEP 4: planning the actual confession!

– so, at this point, jaehyun thinks taesan had finally calmed down (which i don't think he did) and is finally ready to plan the confession: their og plan.

– though, taesan's a little bit stuck on step 3. he ended up questioning himself—what if i mess up?— like what if you laugh at him? what if he ends up messing up? what if you ignore him forever, or worst.. what if he confesses to the wrong person!? (okay, maybe the last bit is unlikely, but we can see how bad his overthinking can get.)

– jaehyun pats taesan's back, "it'll work as long as you follow my steps, okay man?" he said with determination in his voice.

– oh, jaehyun's the biggest taeyn shipper—now listing all the steps using his pencil with bite marks (we don't talk about that – jaehyun) and a dream.

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STEP 5: figuring out your interests (secretly...!)

– easy! — "what's your favorite..." he said, for the 30th time, practicing his words as if he was reading a script, even putting efforts on his facial expression. (which he had never done—well, not until now)

– upon entering the bus, someone yells your name, and of course, it was taesan—you automatically sit on the chair he saved for you, right beside him.

– you two sat quietly—well, not until he broke the silence (little did you know, he'd been practicing in his head), "sooo, what are you into these days?" wincing at his own voice as soon as the question came out, trying his very best to awkwardly not look away—like he usually does.

– you pour your interests all over taesan—the cafe you've been currently obsessing over, your new favorite drink, your favorite band: guynextdoor, you spilled everything. and taesan? he just nods as if he understood everything your mouth blabbered.

– in reality, he didn't. though, he now has an idea! you like this new cafe, new drink alert for the nth time, and guynextdoor—which he considers that band his enemy for now for owning a place in your heart. (STEP 6: a somewhat success—back to researching he goes.)

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STEP 6: drop little hints

– how is this in any way useful? well, according to jaehyun, if you drop little hints, maybe, just maybe, you'll notice, and then you and taesan get together and live happily ever after. but, i wish it was that easy, jaehyun. i wish. still, taesan does it anyways.

– first thing he does? he tries to compliment you—keyword, tries. "hey. i um, like your handwriting," — "thanks!" it was unusual, but you appreciated whatever that was. him? he's whispering under his breath, did i do okay? was that obvious?

– taesan told jaehyun—it made him slam his own face, because how could you fail COMPLIMENTING??? he told you to try again. (he's locked in)

– at this point, he's showering you compliments everyday, when you see him outside the apartment, when you're on campus, wherever you are, he'll make sure he gets to throw you at least one compliment. he hopes you don't find it too weird, though. (STEP 6: passed...)

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STEP 7: learn from the professionals (aka kdrama)

– jaehyun wrote this idea, cackling to himself, "this is the best step yet," he's totally just not gonna make taesan watch kdrama with him—totally. according to jaehyun, you could never go wrong with kdramas!

– now, jaehyun and taesan are slouching on the couch. taesan's arms crossed, squinting at the television, "so, if i surprise her with flowers, it'll make her like me...?" he muttered in confusion, jaehyun just pretends to nod—he's too busy giggling at the kdrama in front of him.

– then, as they were watching, the male lead spouts their usual cheesy lines, "i've loved you from the moment i saw you,” which made taesan groan, covering his face with a pillow. “no way i’m saying that without cringing.” he'll totally use that scene as a reference. (STEP 7: might work)

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STEP 8: TESTING THE WATERS

– okay, for this, they had to make sure what you think of taesan before going all in. he needs proof that you're comfortable with him or something, so that he won't fall flat on his face scarring the rest of his life with this confession. so, what's their plan? simple. they decided to test the waters with totally not so obvious questions. they'll try their best to fish out your reactions at the mention of someone secretly admiring you—or if your face lights up when taesan is brought up.

– you'll be walking around campus with taesan, and... jaehyun who coincidentally bumped into you two. he casually started the conversation with "so, what do you guys think if, um, someone you know secretly likes you? or uh if they confesses?"—that made taesan's eyes size up because that was NOT in their plan (sadly, he wasn't informed), you gave jaehyun's thinking a thought, "hmm, i guess it depends? if they're sweet and romantic, i'd fall for that."

– jaehyun nods, trying not to hold his grin as he stares at taesan who's quietly biting his lips to stop himself from giggling, mentally taking a note: sweet and romantic, got it. (STEP 8: HAPPY TAESAN AND A SUCCESS)

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STEP 9: going all out >:)

– it's time to prepare taesan's confession. taesan's in jaehyun's little jungle, avoiding you for now to not spoil or slip anything about the confession. in reality, he knows he'll fold if he sees you next door.

– jaehyun's step are pacing back and forth, thinking of the greatest way to confess to you, "what about... you accidentally fall in her arms and confess?" "what? no." "hm, what about you write her name using those drones stuff?" "no? i'm broke." "broke and unromantic? tsk." — taesan just glared at him before stuffing his face on a pillow as jaehyun continues his little brainstorming, not until taesan randomly gets up after getting an idea.

– "wait, she said she wanted something sweet and romantic, right?" taesan suddenly mutters, his eyes lighting up. "and… i kinda know what she’s into, so… maybe we can combine those?" jaehyun just blinks, "i liked my suggestions better, but i guess yours could work. (STEP 9: CHECK!)

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STEP 10: CONFESSION TIME

– they're basically prepared now, flowers? check! chocolates? check! plushies? check! all they've gotta do now is to execute it well—hopefully.

– taesan and you are walking, heading back to the apartment after an exhausting class today. the sky fading from orange to a beautiful purple, casting a soft glow on the environment—it's as if everything came out from a kdrama which is perfect. everything seems to be going to plan.

– the plan was simple: he'll ask to hang out in your place for a bit, then casually pick up your guitar to play a song you've been practicing lately—not knowing he was also getting guitar lesson from the guitar master sungho, then after that, jaehyun will pop up with the gifts. simple and easy, right?

– as you two arrived, he instantly heads for your guitar, "mind if i play something?" you just checked up on him from over the kitchen, "sure, go on." okay, just relax, he can do it. jaehyun's voice enters in his head, "don't mess it up."

– so far it had been going so well, you two were vibing, sitting next to each other, locking eye to eye with the sweetest smiles—it made a somewhat romantic atmosphere. all are going according to the plan, until "TING" his finger caught the wrong string which caught him off guard, making him continuously go off tune—okay, he messed up a little, flustered taesan just slowly puts down the guitar, glaring at his hands for betraying him 'til the guitar slid, clattering on the floor. this is awkward.

– what made it worst? the creaking sound of the front door opening, "CONGRATS TO TAESAN, MY MAN!" it was jaehyun putting on the biggest smile, holding the gifts taesan prepared, even wearing sunglasses indoors... wrong timing, jaehyun, wrong timing...

– the room was insanely silent—you could only hear the flowers and chocolates rustling. you blinked at jaehyun, taesan blinks at jaehyun, and well, jaehyun just blinked, "i saw you through the window proposing..." taesan just slammed his face, "i was apologizing for knocking her guitar down."

– taesan stood up, facing your way, "yn, i like you. i'm sorry this confession thing turned for the worst. it didn't really go my way- but i swear if you give me a chance, i'll properly confess next time-"

– your laugh escaped your mouth, you couldn't barely hold it anymore. "wait, why are you laughing-" you cut him off as you grasp for air— you couldn't stop smiling your cheeks started to hurt, "taesan... you've been too obvious. i've known for a while." which made him look down as he scratch the back of his neck, deeply embarrassed.

– "i like you too, just so you know." he immediately looks up, "really?" that sent him straight to fully crazy in love final level, if you could only hear his heart going crazy to the point that it might actually jump out, and suddenly, ta-da, pretty pink petals started falling down, the same as the one in dramas—except it doesn't make sense at all, well, since you're inside... it was actually just jaehyun sprinkling the petals, "sweet and romantic!"

– taesan couldn't stop himself from laughing at the fact you liked him too despite the ridiculous, awkward, and gone wrong confession. he realized that maybe it wasn't so bad at all, but rather memorable. he ended up leaning closer next to you, holding both of your hands, "i'll make it up, i swear," with the sweetest tone as he squeezes your palms. (STEP 10: it all worked out)

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[taesansbeloved]

I WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU. (보이넥스트도어)

synopsis: random fluff scenarios with bf!boynextdoor warnings 🚨 fluff, fluff, fluff, skinship, pet names. Not proofread 👍🏻

(OT6)

Nova notes: HIHI ❣️ I really hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sungho (성호)

You and Sungho were sat on your shared bed, cuddled up against eachother, watching a random movie, both of you barely even paying any attention to it. "Did you know that camels can drink 200L of water in one go?" You said, eyes slowly fluttering shut. Sungho chuckled as he kissed your forehead lightly. "I did no know that, darling. Would you like to go to sleep now?" He asked, already assuming your answer. "No. I wanna stay awake." You said, leaning your head more against his broad chest. Sungho nodded as he ran his long, slender fingers through your hair, trying to get you to sleep. With the dim room and the soft sound coming from the TV added with Sungho's gentle fingers, you felt your eyes getting heavier by the second. "Goodnight, my love." You heard him whisper lovingly in your ear before drifting off to dreamland.

Riwoo (리우)

Riwoo was listing off the content on the menu to you as you stared at the said menu with furrowed eyebrows. "Babe, I have no idea what your saying." You called out to Riwoo who was still listing the weirdly named food to you. "Oh. Well.... wanna go somewhere else?" He asked, equally confused as you. You nodded as you both walked out of the store hand-in-hand, meeting the warm, bright sun. "Okay, now where do we go?" He asked, looking at you with sparkly eyes. "I don't know. You decide." As soon as you uttered those words, you regretted it immediately, watching Riwoo's lips turn into a smirk. "Well, in that case.. how about some donuts?" He asked with a cheeky smile as he pulled you gently towards the nearest Krispy Kreme in the area. You groaned as he dragged you with loud laughter.

Jaehyun (재현)

"Baby, I really won't be able to get anything down with you clinging on to me like that." You said, voice muffled against Jaehyun's covered chest. In the current moment, you were trying to get your work done but a certain someone will not leave you to it. "I missed you." He mumbled, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear making shivers run down your spine. "I'm surprised your back doesn't hurt by now." You said, gesturing to the way his back is arched down to hug you. "It does, but who cares? Also don't act like you don't like it." He said, and you just already know that he's smirking at you. Jaehyun sighed as he pulled away from the hug and looked at you with his hands on his hips. He shook his head then picked you up gently, placing you on the soft bed mattress and put his entire body weight on you. "Okay, well I guess work can wait." You said as you felt Jaehyun let out a giggle and hug you tighter.

Taesan (태산)

Taesan was sat on his studio chair, head in his palms, and an unfinished song blinking at him from the moniter. A soft knock can be heard from the door earning a quiet 'come in' from the boy in stress. "Hello." A voice he recognised so well had him immediately lift his head up. The frown that was taking place on his face was replaced with softness as soon as he saw you smiling figure step into the room. "Hey, you." He said, leaning back in his chair with. A tender smile was on his face as you stepped closer. "A little birdie told me that you were not having the best day, so I decided to take matters into my own hands." You said, gently moving away all his producing stuff and placed a bag full of food on the table. "Was that birdie perhaps called Kim Woohak?" He asked, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he watched you nod. Quietly, Taesan grabbed your waist and pulled you in between his legs, hugging your waist tightly. "I love you." He whispered so quietly you almost missed it. Somehow you always knew when Taesan, making him feel an insane amount of love for you and making him want to put you in his pocket.

Leehan (리한)

"So she said that I had no saying in the situation when SHE was the one who mentioned me in the argument that I had no connection to-" You were momentarily cut off by Leehan's soft gaze on you, especially your lips. "So? What happened next?" Leehan said, unaware of his affect on you. "Uh, so I said- can you stop looking at me like that?" You said, a red tint making its way to your cheeks. "Like what, my love?" He asked with that soothing, flirty voice of his, making you melt in the process. "You're just that beautiful, darling. I can't help but look." He flirted having you groan. He suddenly head locked you in his arms and began tickling you. "My beautiful baby." He said, relishing in your laughter that is filling the empty apartment.

Woonhak (운학)

You and Woonhak were resting on Woonhak's bed in his dorm. His arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest. While talking quietly, someone suddenly jumped in causing Woonhak to get startled in the process. "Hey, lovebirds." You heard Taesan's teasing voice call out, looking at the both of you with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. "What?" Woonhak said with a whine, tightening his arm around you, sensing your embarrassment. "Dinners ready." He said, walking out without closing the door. "Ah, hyung! Close the door." Woonhak threw a tantrum as Taesan came back and closed the door with a wink. A few moments of silence passed but were shattered with your sudden laughter. "What? Why are you laughing?" Woonhak asked, laughing along with you. "The way you jumped was hilarious." You said, hitting his torso in the process. Woonhak groaned as he hid his face in your neck. "Stop." He mumbled as you continued laughing. "Kids, come on. The food in getting cold!" You both heard Jaehyun yell, immediately shutting you both up. "Come on, lover boy. Let's eat." You said grabbing his hands and walk out the door with him having a stupid lovesick smile.

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[saursoob]

BND TAESAN - bf texts !

A/N: im back??? (heavy on the question marks) first bnd texts tho HAHA!! im a fairly new onedoor so idk if this is accurate 😅

divider creds: @/enchanthings !

[xzinbdg]

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