#taesan x yn

[g4z0oz]

Unraveled: Han Taesan

cw: slightly dubcon, ( mention of somnophilia) and hint of coercion, the reader is innocent but at the end is a slut for taesan, mention of rough sex

You've been dating Taesan for almost one year and a half. He's such a sweet guy, and you're lucky enough that he chose you as his girlfriend out of everyone. You and he had a picnic multiple times, went to a cinema together, cuddled, visited him at the studio, dated at an art gallery, but never had sex. Knowing your friends already had sex a few times, making you jealous. It's not that you're not into it, but you're way too scared for it. A few times, Taesan tried to make a move on you during cuddling when he caressed your waist with his fingers. You remember his touch vividly; those cold metal ring surfaces on your waist sent you a goosebump. Panicking, you immediately sit up, and your cheeks flush red. Taesan found it cute, but he also wished that you were asking for more. Taesan, on the other hand thinking about fucking you in your sleep because he knows you would let him because you never say no and you're too scared to wake up. He loves watching you sleep; after he kissed you goodnight on your temple and lips, he was eager to slip his hand inside your pajama. He prays every day that you would let him fuck you.

*

It's the weekend, and you're hanging out with your boyfriend at your apartment like usual. You made your decision, and it's decided. You want to let him take your V card. He treats you like a princess since the day you guys met and not even during dating yet. He never let you carry heavy things, always paid for the food, listened to your problems every time even though he himself was struggling with his family issue, never complained about you being a crybaby, let you cry on his shoulder, helped you to apply for a job, and a lot more.

"Baby, if I ask you for one thing, would you do it for me?"

You asked Taesan who is watching the television. His gaze immediately went to yours. An immediate smile appears once his eyes lock with yours.

"What's the matter, baby?"

You bite your lips in nervousness. You took a seat beside him as you put your hands on his chest. Your hand is shaking, but proceed to fidgeting with his shirt's button. Taesan noticed it immediately. His prayer seems like it has almost been answered, he thought. "I want to have sex with you."

Taesan knows it. His naughty smirk formed from his lips. Oh, he really loves it when you ask him for something because he knows everything he is capable of doing, and there is no wish of yours he doesn't grant. Having sex together? He definitely let you have his baby. He waited for this time for so long.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. His stare changed from love to lust, which makes you feel unfamiliar, yet you're into it. He led your hand to your entrance, making you dumbfounded. "Enter your finger slowly; I'll guide you; don't worry." Taesan commanded without breaking eye contact with you. His voice and the way he commands you really drive you insane to the point you don't even dare to say no. You're a virgin; obviously, you never touch yourself. You never know such things like masturbating because you're afraid to do anything on your body. You enter yourself slowly, and it hurts you a little. "Tae...taesan, honey, I'm scared."

Taesan kissed your lips softly and told you that it is okay. He keeps on telling you that while his hand guides your finger, move it back and forth until you're getting used to it. You both concentrated on doing that until you finally felt good. It was way too good; you want Taesan's dick inside of you instead of your small fingers.

"Baby, please, I need you inside of me. I want you to touch me." You begged, making Taesan's ego strike through the top. He enjoys guiding and watching you in pleasure, though. The sight of you moaning softly, eyes shutting down with tears leaking down a little bit, amuses him so much. "Are you sure you're ready for it? I fear you can't handle it." He teased.

You sighed loudly. In your head, you just want him to fuck you until you can't walk. You want to moan his name loudly until the neighbor hears you. "Please, Taesan. I love you so much; please do me as you want."

He can't believe he is getting hard by the way you pleaded. Well, those needy eyes and voice sparkling like a puppy, he can't resist. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before throwing it all out of the couch. He positioned himself in between your legs and entered you without any warning. He never does or says harsh things to you, but this time, he loses his control and mind. He wants to fuck you mercilessly until you beg him to stop while crying in pain and pleasure. And you don't mind him being rough with you at all because that's what you want.

"Say my name nonstop as I fuck you. I own you."

and you nodded shamelessly, eager for his cock. You're Taesan's good girl, forever.

sien's note- taesan is a nice guy and fresh guy of your night (lmao see what i did there) smdlmlkelkfn im just trying to not get wet after writing this shit

[blue-jisungs]

AND I SHUD BE SLEEPINH BUT-

So taesan is so back cat coded omfgdjdb. Like imagine playing with his oreo hair as he rests kn your lap n talks abt his day in soft tones. WHILE LOOKING AT YOU.

idk how to send soft thoughts

P.s- jaehyun whining cus taesan doesnt allow him to do that lmao

[ axe's memo ! ] STO0P THIS MADNESS I LOVE HIM NAUR:((( yk that one clip where he ruffles his hair and the they look like cat ears:(((((((((( dont touch me. also i love laufey.

[ extras ! ] just a soft thought!,,, and lol a brief mention of cannibalism but in a descriptive way ? eating a heart LIKE ULL GET IT WHEN U SEE IT ADWORAFSEID IM SORRY ++ not proofread

[ genre, au ! ] established relationship FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF !!! can be read as both idol or non!idol taesan :D

[ word count ! ] 304

[ net ! ] @onedoornet

days like this might just be your favourite.

vanilla scent in the air, a pleasant hum of something playing in the tv or the sound of the playlist that you and taesan made just for days like that. just chill, no rush, no chaos. more often than not you dont talk much, just enjoy each other's presence

this happens rarely - depending if his friends are out of the dorm. but today they are and this just triggers taesan's softness :(

hed cling to you like a lost kitten, attached to your hip. hes playing with the hem of your shirt while you cook. hes admiring you, lips slightly parted, as you do the most mundane stuff ever.

hes sooo clingy, esp after dinner when hes a lil sleepy too:( hell just rest on your lap, looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky yourself. while you chat his voice is low but tender, sending shivers down your spine. it blends just perfectly with the laufey song in the background.

playing with his hair feels illegal since he doesnt allow anyone to do that </3 but its you. he would let you rip his cage apart and eat his heart whole if you wanted. and he wouldnt mind, his love for you is way too seated in his body, soul.

and he secretly loves it. hell smile softly, lips turning upwards in a cat alike smirk, stretching a bit. sometimes hell doze off, soft snores escaping his lips <///3

but then comes jaehyun, waltzing through the door, bringing reality back. gasping, whining, jumping around you two.

"you never let me do that!"

"traitor!"

"me next!" (and only those words make taesan grunt, shaking his head. "yns mine" hed murmur quietly onto your skin, making usre no one hears... well, maybe expect you.)

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taglist. no one yet

[soombee]

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ a love that came before us — 01 , more importantly..

AAAA I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE GRADIENT TEXT THINGY

9:40 pm — kbbq w riwoo sungho n taesan

the bustling sound of clinking utensils and conversations filled the small kbbq restaurant where taesan sat, sandwiched between riwoo and sungho. the smell of grilled meat wafted in the air, and their table was already a cluttered with a mix of empty sidedishes and cuts of bulgogi,

“u really don’t know how to handle meat, huh?” riwoo complained, snatching the tongs out of his hand..

“ywah, pay attention—wait whag the hell did u just say.” sungho never redirected his attention so fast..

taesan leaned back in his seat, barely registering their teasing. his phone buzzed in his pocket for the third time, and he finally gave in, pulling it out to glance at the notifications.

none of them were from you, what the hell!!!!

with a sigh, he set the phone down on the table, only for sungho to immediately notice, “what’s with ur face?” he cuts off, “—you’ve been zoning out all night, i mean”

“yeah, lemme guess, yn?” riwoo asked, smirking, nudging his shoulder into taesan’s side, “you’ve got it bad lil bro”

he rolls his eyes, not denying it, “shut up”

“oh, he’s soooo in love,” the teasing never stops, riwoo playfully puts the back of his hand on his forehead, pretending to swoon over his friends’ situation

but taesan continues to ignore them, he grabbed his phone again, his thumb hesitating over your contact name before finally typing..

“alr, i’m out,” taesan announces, shoving his phone into his pocket and standing up abruptly, “thanks for the meeaaall”

“huhhhh??” riwoo’s eyes widen, “we just ordered more meat thooo”

“you fatties got that, i have somewhere important to be”

sungho raises an eyebrow, “u mean someone?”

he smirks, “you know me so well hyung”

“just hopeless,” riwoo groaned, throwing a lettuce leaf at him. “but fine, go. just don’t come back crying to us when she rejects u”

“yeah, yeah,” he says, waving them off, “don’t wait up.”

fifteen minutes later, taesan pulled up outside of your house, texting you to come out,

you stepped outside, a mix of confusion and amusement on your face as you slid into the passenger seat, (he opened the door for u of course)

“you really ditched your friends for me?” you look at taesan with a pout

“of course,” he said, leaning his arm casually on the steering wheel as he grinned at you, “they’ll get over it”

“you cannot be real,” you said, shaking your head, but it’s impossible to hide the smile creeping onto your face

“only for u,” he replied, backing the car out of your driveway. “so. where to, pretty?”

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[astrasng]

⌞ ⌝ TO BE IN LOVE — TO MAKE LOVE TO ME.”

in which — random bf things that boynextdoor does ೀ. → warning: fluff || feel free to leave a comment or a reblog!

as always,

enjoy!♡

PARK SUNGHO

sungho can’t help but blush every time you ask him to tag along to your hair appointment every now and then. he loves to go with you, to see how your smile brightens up whenever the hairdresser shows you the results. yes, it may be the same hairstyle or the same hair color, but you just look so pretty in that chair smiling brightly at him when you finally turn around. he blushes, hard, and covers his face with his slightly trembling hands. you giggle at him, and so does your hairdresser at his cute actions, making his face blossom out in an even deeper red as he waits for his suffering to end in that small leather sofa.

LEE SANGYHUK

riwoo can be so thoughtful when it comes to your relationship. he buys you flowers every now and then, making sure you always have new and fresh ones in your home or your room. but the one that wins your heart everytime? is when he takes you to your favorite bookshop/hobby shop and buys whatever you want! if it's an object or your favorite book, he doesn't hesitate and grabs a smaller basket from the shop and follows you around the place. you stop to read an information off of something? he knows better, puts it immediately in the basket after you say no, i was just curious what it is/about while walking behind you with a small smile. later when you're home, he takes one of the books and with you in his arms, starts reading you to sleep with his silky voice. (let's say it's not a smutty book PLS LMAO)

MYUNG JAEHYUN

jaehyun, the compley personality he has, he likes to do many things. he's interested in many things, trying to do as many hobbies as he can so he can take you on different types of dates! it doesn't matter though if he thinks about taking you to the most expensive restaurant, deep down in his heart, the one thing he loves to do the most, is to play sims with you. whenever he goes into your room and sees you playing without him. he practically throws a tantrum and thumps his feet to make you come over to the bed with your laptop and snuggle closer to his side as he looks at the screen with big, shining eyes again. look, this shirt would fit you so much! let's have matching outfits too!

HAN DONGMIN

taesan's boyfriend activities often die out after a few dates and tries. he's often occupied with something else, and you are too, so there's nothing else to read into it. but whenever you have the time to spend a weekend or a few hours together, you make the best of it. on these days he often takes you to your favorite places, going on a walk and eating something on the way, or maybe stopping by a photobooth to take cute pictures. but there are days when the both of you are just tired to go out, wanting to stay in the comfort of your home. this often brings you boredom though, your hands inching towards your makeup bag with a small mischievous smile on your face as you approach taesan. a few minutes later, taesan's hair is tied up into a palm tree, his eyebrows already done and lips puckered towards you as you giggle at his focused espression he had learned from you.

KIM DONGHYUN

on a random day you decided to try and do your own nails at home. thinking about all the time you spend at your nail salon you could do whatever you want while doing them. watching a movie, or your favorite series? yeah sure, but the thing you didn't realize is that you have a very curious boyfriend who wants to join you on this very insteresting activity. leehan sees you putting all your stuff out to get your routine going, marching beside you quickly and sitting down to see what specific products are for. next thing you know is that he picks out the colour for you, and then minutes after he's the one doing your nails. he focuses on his work precisely, the tip of his tongue peeking out out of concetration which you find adorable. whenever you giggle at his expression he looks up at you with big eyes, breaking out in a smile when he finds you already smiling at him.

KIM WOONHAK

some would find this childish, but for woonhak, this is one of his favorite things to do with you. the weather is in favors with him, he can cozy up with you in your room with a bevarage in hand and few snacks layed out on the bed while the two of you make matching bracelets. this all came over him one day when he saw a video on his for you page of a couple making bracelets with their initials and giving it to each other. ever since then he's unstoppable on making you every colour bracelet. his name shining between the beads, later decorating your wrist as you show off to him how much you like it.

important: this in any ways, doesn't reflect the idol(s) this is made up.

[lxvsiick]

INTERTWINED | HAN TAESAN

PAIRING: brother’s friend! han taesan x fem! reader

SUMMARY: Y/n had never officially met her brother’s friends. All she knew about them came from the echo of laughter, thundering footsteps, and the occasional crash of something toppling over whenever they visited. They were loud—loud enough to shake the walls of her room and drown out her music. One particularly chaotic afternoon, the noise downstairs reached a level she could no longer ignore. With a sigh of exasperation and curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n crept out of her room and tiptoed toward the staircase. Peeking over the railing, she finally laid eyes on the infamous group that had turned her home into a mini warzone of sound. That moment marked her first real encounter with Sungho’s friends—though she didn’t expect to take a liking to one of them.

GENRE: brother’s friend trope, fluff, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

A/N: the first part of this imagine is actually taken from a sunghoon ff that i never published on wattpad--ALSO, TAESAN RED HAIR and Boynextdoor comeback 😩

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Taesan and Y/n had been dating since senior year in high school. But when Y/n first met him, she was convinced he didn’t like her at all.

Fifteen-year-old Y/n let out an exasperated sigh as the loud voices from the living room echoed up the stairs. Her older brother, Sungho, had his friends over again—and they were anything but quiet.

She tried her best to focus on the textbook in front of her, eyes skimming over the same sentence for the fifth time. Another round of cheers erupted downstairs, and she shut her eyes in frustration. With a small groan, she closed her textbook, stood up, and tiptoed out of her room.

Peeking from the top of the staircase, she spotted her brother and three of his friends—Riwoo, Leehan, and another boy she didn’t recognize—lounging across the couch and floor of the living room. Before she could slip back into her room, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Sungho called out, jogging toward the door.

He opened it to reveal two more friends, Jaehyun and Taesan.

The moment Taesan stepped inside, his eyes immediately flicked to the staircase—where Y/n was still standing. He nudged Jaehyun, who followed his gaze. Y/n’s eyes widened when she accidentally made eye contact with Jaehyun, and she bolted back into her room.

“Dude!” Jaehyun exclaimed dramatically. “I think I just saw a ghost at the top of your stairs!”

Sungho laughed, closing the door behind them as Jaehyun clung to Taesan’s arm in mock fear. Riwoo, ever dramatic, immediately latched onto Leehan.

“You probably just saw my sister,” Sungho said with a chuckle, taking a seat next to Leehan again.

Jaehyun released Taesan and raised an eyebrow. “You have a sister?”

All the boys turned to Sungho in surprise, clearly intrigued.

Rolling his eyes, Sungho stood back up and walked toward the stairs. “Y/n! Can you come down for a bit?”

From behind her closed door, Y/n heard him. She hesitated before cracking her door open, her footsteps light as she padded toward the stairs.

“My friends want to meet you. Just for a second,” Sungho coaxed.

Y/n peeked around the corner, clearly nervous. Sungho laughed softly at her hesitant expression. The other boys exchanged confused glances.

“Are you guys… talking telepathically or something?” Riwoo joked.

Sungho shook his head. “She’s just a little shy.”

Y/n tugged the hood of her oversized sweatshirt—Sungho’s, of course—over her head and took a deep breath before sticking it out. The large hood covered most of her face, and her long black hair only added to the mystery, falling like a curtain over her features. She gave a tiny wave.

“Hi! I’m Jaehyun—the coolest one, obviously,” Jaehyun grinned, earning groans from the others.

“I’m Riwoo! Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Leehan!”

The boys turned expectantly to Taesan, but he remained seated, his gaze fixed on Y/n. His expression was unreadable—maybe even a little cold.

Y/n shifted under his stare, shrinking back slightly.

“That’s Taesan,” Sungho explained. “He’s kinda quiet.”

Sungho nudged Y/n to introduce herself. She gave him a frown but stepped forward slightly.

“H-hello, I’m Y/n. Sungho’s sister,” she said softly.

The boys leaned in.

“Sorry, what was that? Can you say it just a bit louder?” Jaehyun asked kindly.

Y/n sighed, cleared her throat, and tried again.

“Hello. I’m Sungho’s sister, Y/n.”

This time, the boys smiled and nodded. Sungho gave her a thumbs up.

“Okay, you can go back to your room now, Y/n,” he said.

Y/n let out a quiet breath of relief. She gave the group a final glance. Most of them waved or smiled at her—but Taesan still hadn’t smiled. His stare was sharp and unreadable.

Unnerved, Y/n quickly looked away and hurried back up the stairs.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

After that first meeting, Y/n started seeing Sungho’s friends everywhere. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. But then, Taesan began showing up in the most unexpected places—especially around her.

Like during lunch.

Y/n was sitting alone at her usual table. Her best friend, Wonyoung, was out sick with a cold, leaving her to eat by herself. She didn’t mind too much, but the silence felt unusually loud that day.

She was absentmindedly picking at her lunch when a shadow appeared over her tray. She looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Taesan standing there, holding his own lunch.

“U-uh, what are you d-doing?” she stammered, blinking up at him.

Taesan didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her and began eating, eyes focused on his tray.

Y/n continued staring at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, he looked up.

“Are you not going to eat? Lunch is almost over.”

Startled, she blinked again and slowly began eating, her mind spinning with questions.

Why was he sitting with her?

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

What did he want?

That silent lunch together? It was just the beginning.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Sophomore year was when Y/n’s feelings for Taesan began to blossom.

Sungho’s friends were always hanging around her, but it was the way Taesan treated her that made falling for him feel inevitable.

It was Sports Day at school, and Y/n was up for the three-legged relay race with Wonyoung. She stood at the starting line, nervously fidgeting with the baton in her hand, her leg already tied to Wonyoung’s.

Wonyoung nudged her lightly. “Hey, look. It’s your brother and his loud friends—they must’ve just finished their tug-of-war match.”

Y/n glanced toward the direction Wonyoung pointed. There stood Sungho and his friends, still a little breathless from their event, waving wildly and holding up handmade signs with Y/n’s name scribbled across them in colorful markers. Her cheeks burned instantly at the scene.

“Woohoo! Let’s go, Y/n!” Jaehyun shouted, practically shaking the sign above his head. Wonyoung burst into laughter beside her while Y/n covered her face in embarrassment.

But as her eyes wandered across the group, they landed on him—Taesan. Amid the chaos, he wasn’t shouting or jumping. He simply smiled and mouthed, “Good luck.”

Her heart did a quiet flip.

The whistle blew, and she snapped back to the present.

Y/n and Wonyoung moved in near-perfect sync, their arms locked together and steps aligned with practiced rhythm. They were in the lead, cheers erupting from both sides of the field. But just as they rounded the final curve, two figures from Class 2A—Jung Hyejin and Park Minsoul—caught up beside them.

Before Y/n could even react, Jung Hyejin reached out and shoved her sharply.

Y/n stumbled, hitting the ground with a rough thud as her knee scraped against the gravel. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.

“Oopsies. Sorry,” Jung Hyejin said with a smug smile, not even breaking stride.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Wonyoung asked frantically, crouching to help her up.

With clenched teeth, Y/n nodded and pushed through the pain, letting Wonyoung guide her back up. Despite the setback, they managed to finish their leg of the race and pass the baton to their teammates.

When their final runner crossed the finish line just ahead of Class 2A, Y/n and Wonyoung threw their arms around each other in exhausted triumph.

But as Y/n landed back on her feet, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her ankle.

“Ah!” she yelped, instinctively grabbing her leg.

Wonyoung’s expression turned panicked. “You’re hurt—Y/n, sit down. I’ll get the nurse—”

But before either of them could move, someone was already crouching in front of Y/n.

“Get on,” Taesan said, turning his head toward her. His voice was steady, but his gaze flicked anxiously to her ankle.

Y/n blinked in surprise. “W-What?”

“I’ll take you to the nurse,” he repeated, more softly this time.

Still dazed, Y/n hesitated until Wonyoung nudged her with a knowing smile. She climbed onto Taesan’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. The crowd around them parted as he made his way through, his pace careful but steady.

Y/n buried her face in the crook of his neck, partly from the embarrassment of all the stares—but also, quietly, because it just felt safe there. She didn’t see the way Taesan’s ears turned bright red the moment her hair brushed his cheek, the faint scent of her peach-scented shampoo making his heart race faster than it ever did on the field.

Inside the empty nurse’s office, Taesan gently lowered her onto one of the beds.

“The nurse isn’t here,” he muttered, scanning the cabinets. After a moment, he pulled out a first aid kit and returned to her side.

“Hold still,” he said, crouching in front of her again.

“Ah—” Y/n winced as he slid off her shoe.

“Sorry,” he murmured. His touch was careful, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examined her now-swollen ankle. The purple bruising was already beginning to spread. He dabbed ointment gently across it before wrapping the bandage with skillful hands and tying it off with a neat knot.

Y/n’s face was warm with unspoken feelings as she watched him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Taesan looked up at her and offered a small, reassuring smile. Her heart skipped a beat.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Junior year was when Taesan discovered Y/n’s feelings.

She was out with Sungho on one of their occasional sibling days, walking through town when she spotted a familiar face across the street.

“Oh look, there’s Taesan,” Sungho said, pointing.

Y/n’s heart jolted in her chest. She looked over just as a shorter girl ran up to Taesan and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Y/n felt her breath catch, an unfamiliar tightness blooming in her chest.

“Tae—”

Before Sungho could call out to him, Y/n tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go,” she said quickly.

Sungho gave her a confused look but nodded.

The next day, Y/n found herself lost in thought, still replaying the moment from yesterday. The image of Taesan hugging another girl clung to her like a shadow. She walked the hallways with her head down, not even noticing where she was going—until she bumped hard into someone.

She rubbed her forehead, groaning. “Ugh…”

“Y/n?”

She looked up and froze. It was him.

Taesan smiled. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, forcing a wave. “Yeah. I’m gonna head to class.”

Before he could respond, she stepped around him and hurried away.

Throughout the day, Y/n avoided him like a mission. She skipped lunch, stayed in her classroom, and even took alternate routes between periods. But Taesan noticed. And it bugged him.

After school, Y/n waited by the gates for Sungho, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

“Y/n!” a voice called out.

She turned to see Choi Hyunwoo, a classmate, jogging over with her notebook in hand.

“You left this behind in class,” he said, handing it over.

“Oh! Thanks, Hyunwoo,” she said with a smile.

From a distance, Sungho and his friends walked out, Jaehyun spotting them first.

“Oh hey, there’s Y/n! Wait—who’s that guy she’s with?” he asked.

They looked over just in time to see Hyunwoo say goodbye and walk off, leaving Y/n smiling after him. Taesan’s jaw tightened.

“Pretty sure that’s her classmate,” Sungho muttered as they approached.

Taesan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her smile.

“Oooo, who was that?” Jaehyun teased.

“Hyunwoo. He’s in my class,” Y/n replied.

Taesan rolled his eyes.

The walk to Sungho and Y/n’s house was quiet—at least on her part. She avoided walking near Taesan, switching her pace constantly to make sure they didn’t end up side by side. Every time he tried to speak, she turned to someone else. Taesan’s patience wore thin with each silent rejection.

As they reached her front gate, Taesan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Y/n.”

Sungho raised a brow but shrugged, walking in with the others.

Once they were alone, Y/n tried pulling her hand back, but Taesan held on.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, eyes focused anywhere but on him.

Taesan took a step closer. “Do you like that classmate of yours?”

Y/n scowled, finally meeting his gaze. “Why does it matter? That’s none of your business.”

Taesan’s expression hardened. “You seemed pretty close. Maybe he likes you.”

Her frustration flared. “Why do you even care what me and Hyunwoo do?”

Something flickered in Taesan’s eyes at the way she said it—me and Hyunwoo.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about the girl you were with yesterday?” she snapped before she could stop herself.

Taesan blinked, stunned. “Girl?”

He suddenly looked amused. “You mean… my sister?”

Y/n’s heart dropped. “Sister?”

“Yeah. She was visiting for the weekend,” he said. “Wait—did you see us?”

Y/n looked down, mortified.

Realization hit Taesan like a truck, and a sly grin spread across his face.

“Were you… jealous?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No!”

“Do you like me?” he asked, eyes glittering with amusement.

Her face turned crimson.

“I—I’m going inside!” she stammered, spinning on her heel and rushing toward the door.

Behind her, Taesan’s laughter rang out through the evening air.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

The beginning of senior year was when Y/n and Taesan officially started dating.

And from the moment Taesan found out Y/n liked him, the teasing never stopped.

“So, when did you first start liking me? Don’t be shy.”

“So when you blushed that one time, it wasn’t just the heat, huh? I knew it.”

“I always thought it was cute how flustered you got around me. I just didn’t know I was the reason.”

“What’s that look for? Don’t tell me you’re imagining us holding hands or something.”

And when Jaehyun and his big mouth found out… so did the others. No one was safe.

“Y/n likes Taesan?!” Jaehyun had shouted like he was announcing breaking news.

“Wait till I tell mom about this.”

“Awww little Y/n has a crush~ Should we start planning the wedding or what?”

It was a normal Tuesday for Y/n. She woke up, got ready, and headed to school with Sungho, who, despite acting normal, kept throwing her subtle, knowing glances over his shoulder—ones she was too sleepy to notice. He just hummed to himself as they walked, a smirk twitching on his lips.

Midway to school, Jaehyun and Riwoo joined them. Jaehyun greeted her with a suspiciously bright smile, Riwoo waving with his usual quiet charm. She thought nothing of it.

What she did find strange was the way the three boys kept giggling and whispering behind her back.

“Do you think she’ll cry?”

Y/n turned around once, squinting. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Jaehyun replied, grinning like a little gremlin. “It’s a normal day, Y/n. Totally normal.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

Once they reached the school gates, Y/n waved goodbye to them and headed to her classroom. She was surprised to find it… peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

No Taesan lurking at the end of the hallway. No sly remarks whispered behind her ear. Just… silence.

Part of her was relieved. She wouldn’t have to walk around school with a bright red face today.

But another part of her found the quiet unsettling.

Class went by uneventfully. The lecture was dull, and even the teacher seemed half-asleep. As the bell rang for their mid-morning break, Y/n sighed in contentment, resting her chin on her desk.

Finally. Ten minutes to nap before the next class.

She’d just closed her eyes when—

BANG.

The classroom door slammed open, making several students jump. Jaehyun stood in the doorway, out of breath, wild-eyed, and absolutely beaming.

“There you are!” he said.

“Jaehyun?” Y/n blinked, pushing herself up. “What’s going on—?”

Before she could finish, Jaehyun marched over, grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her out of the classroom.

“H-Hey! What’s going on?!” she yelped, stumbling behind him as everyone in the class turned to watch.

“Emergency,” Jaehyun said cryptically. “Come on.”

“Emergency?! What kind of emergency?!” Y/n asked, eyes wide as she tried to keep up.

“A good one,” he replied with a mischievous grin, looking suspiciously like someone who’d just pulled off a heist.

As they sped down the hallways, her classmates’ concerned stares followed her, whispers trailing in their wake.

“Where are you taking me, Jaehyun?! What’s going on?!”

He didn’t answer—just gave her a wink and picked up the pace.

Jaehyun kept dragging her through the halls like a man on a mission. Y/n was still half-asleep and totally confused.

“Seriously, where are we going?!”

“You’ll see,” Jaehyun said over his shoulder, his voice practically bubbling with excitement.

After a few more turns and a nearly-collided-with-a-teacher moment, he finally stopped right in front of the music room.

Standing outside were Sungho, Riwoo, and Leehan, all lined up like bodyguards. They straightened up when they saw her, trying and failing to hide their grins.

Sungho gave her a thumbs up. “Good luck.”

“Good luck with what?!” Y/n spun to Jaehyun, just as he reached for the door handle.

“Time to go, Y/n,” he said with a wink, and without warning—

he pushed her inside.

Y/n stumbled forward, almost tripping over her own feet. The door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly everything was quiet.

The lights inside were dimmed, the curtains drawn shut. The soft hum of a speaker filled the space, and a spotlight in the center of the room flickered on.

And there, standing under it—was Taesan.

Her eyes widened. “Taesan?”

He was holding a mic, hands a little shaky, but his eyes locked on hers the moment she stepped in. He gave her a soft, slightly nervous smile.

“Hey,” he said. “Before you say anything… just let me do this.”

Music started playing—soft, acoustic, something clearly composed for this moment. His voice came in gentle, low, a little unsure at first but steadily growing stronger with every verse.

Don’t wither like a flower, stay beautiful forever

Please be my first and last forever

So that I can still feel the thrill of first love

So that I can say you were beautiful, even though time passes

Y/n stood frozen in place, heart pounding so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, unsure whether to run away, cry, or just stand there and melt.

The music faded out.

Taesan lowered the mic, taking a deep breath. Then, he stepped closer to her.

“I know I've been teasing you a lot,” he said, eyes earnest now, voice a little rough from nerves. “And it probably annoys the hell out of you. But I meant every word of that song.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out—a small, simple bracelet made of blue thread and tiny silver charms.

“I made this,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “With Riwoo’s help, so if it falls apart in like a week, blame him.”

She let out a watery laugh, her hand covering her mouth.

Taesan looked at her, serious now. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

Silence.

And then—from behind the door—someone sneezed. Loudly.

“JAEHYUN!” Riwoo hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! It was the dust!”

Y/n burst out laughing, eyes shining with tears.

She stepped forward, heart full, and took the bracelet from Taesan’s hand.

“You’re such a dork,” she whispered.

“But you like me anyway,” he whispered back, grinning.

Y/n nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah… I do.”

And just like that, Taesan beamed, the teasing replaced with something softer, sweeter.

The door flung open and their friends all spilled in, cheering and shouting like a football team had just won.

“FINALLY!” Jaehyun cried, lifting Sungho in the air.

“I’m crying,” Riwoo said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Someone pass the tissues.”

Taesan rolled his eyes, pulling Y/n close and shielding her from the chaos.

“Don’t mind them,” he murmured into her hair. “They’ve just been waiting forever for this.”

Y/n smiled, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Me too.”

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DEATH WISH‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

𓂃۶ৎ SUMMARY : Years after parting ways with your first love, Leehan, you now live a quiet life with your husband, Taesan, and your child. A chance encounter with someone from your past stirs up forgotten emotions and forces you to face the lingering shadows of old wounds.

𓂃۶ৎ PAIRING : first love!leehan x f!reader x husband!taesan

𓂃۶ৎ GENRE(S) : angst, drama, fluff, love triangle, family, second chances

𓂃۶ৎ WARNING(S) :heartbreak, emotional turmoil, past relationships, some angst, mentions of betrayal, complex relationships, brief references to toxic dynamics

𓂃۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 9.5k words

𓂃۶ৎ AUTHOR'S NOTE : guess who's back with more angst lol, issok there's still some fluff inside <3 this is my first time writing such a long fic so I hope it reaches your expectations! this was inspired by Gracie Abrams' unreleased song 'Death wish' btw!

Kim Leehan. 

A name like silk against the skin, like a whispered promise carried by the wind. It belongs to the boy who loves you the way the ocean loves the shore—never all at once, but in waves, steady and relentless, carving a home for you in the spaces between his ribs.  

He is warm hands brushing against yours in passing, a fleeting touch that lingers longer than it should. He is laughter in the quiet of the night, low and gentle, a sound that settles deep in your bones. He is the weight of an arm slung over your shoulders, easy, familiar, like a melody hummed without thought.  

He loves you the way sunlight filters through lace curtains on slow mornings, golden and soft, illuminating even the dust motes in the air. In his presence, you are something holy, something worth holding, something more than just a girl caught in the rush of life.  

And oh, how you love him.  

You love him in the way you tuck your hands into the sleeves of his sweater, stretching out the fabric so it smells like you. You love him in the way you lean into him when the world feels too loud, forehead pressed to his shoulder as if he alone could quiet the storm in your chest. You love him in the way you memorize his features, tracing the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the way his lashes flutter when he blinks.  

There was something captivating about the way he carried himself—not in a loud, demanding way, but in the way water shapes itself to its surroundings, effortlessly fitting into the spaces left behind. He spoke carefully, as if aware that words had weight, and when he looked at you, it was never fleeting. It was always with purpose, like he was memorizing something he didn’t want to forget.

The first time you met Leehan, it was in a quiet corner of the library, where the world outside felt distant, muffled by the scent of old pages and the soft scratch of pens against paper. He was sitting by the window, bathed in afternoon light, his face calm in the way the ocean looks before a storm—serene, but never truly still. You hadn’t meant to stare, but something about him held your attention longer than it should have. And then, without looking up from his book, he spoke.

"You’re staring."

"No, I’m not," you shot back instinctively, even though you were, in fact, staring.

Leehan only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You’ve been looking at me for, like, ten minutes."

"That’s an exaggeration," you muttered, crossing your arms.

"Five, then." He tilted his head slightly, studying you like you were the one out of place. "Do I have something on my face?"

You considered playing it off, pretending you hadn’t been staring at all, but you figured there was no use lying when he was clearly enjoying making you squirm.

You hesitated, debating whether to play it off, but the truth slipped out before you could stop it. "You just… you look familiar."

"Do I?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Like someone I used to know."

He didn’t ask who. He just held your gaze for a second longer than necessary, then let out a soft chuckle, the kind that lingered in the air. "Well," he said, "I guess we’ll just have to get to know each other properly then."

And you did.

You got to know the way his laugh sounded at 2 a.m., when the world was quiet and the two of you were nothing but silhouettes against the glow of streetlights. You learned the way his hands felt when they found yours absentmindedly, a touch so natural it felt like second nature. You memorized the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention—soft, searching, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

"Stay," he murmured one night, voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the door handle, caught between leaving and the quiet pull of him.

"Leehan, it’s late," you said, though there was no real protest behind it. The night was slow, stretching, the kind that made the world outside feel unreal, like it had melted away until only the two of you remained.

"I know." His fingers brushed yours, the lightest touch, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold on. "But stay anyway."

You turned then, just enough to see the way he was looking at you—soft, searching, like he was memorizing you in case you disappeared. It was enough to make your pulse stutter.

"Give me a reason," you teased, though your voice was quieter now, like you were afraid of breaking the moment.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You always do this."

"Do what?"

"Make me say the things you already know." He tilted his head, studying you in that way of his, like he was peeling back layers without even trying. "You want me to say it?"

You raised a brow, lips curving, just a little. "Maybe."

He exhaled, like you were impossible. Like he wouldn’t have it any other way.

"Because it’s you," he said, simple as breathing.

Your heart stilled.

"Because it’s always been you."

The words settled between you, warm and certain. The kind of truth that didn’t need to be spoken but still meant everything when it was.

And when you finally let go of the door handle and took a step back toward him, his hand found yours, fingers lacing like they belonged there.

And for a while, they did.

But somewhere, between the moments of softness and laughter, between the smiles and the quiet confessions, something shifted. Something unseen, something neither of you acknowledged at first.  

It wasn’t a fight. There were no angry words, no slammed doors, no broken promises. It was the small things. The glances that didn’t linger. The touches that became less frequent, more absent. The silence that grew between you, until it was louder than anything you could say.  

At first, you thought you were imagining it. You told yourself it was nothing. That everything would return to normal once the noise of the world died down. But it never did. The distance, the space between you, stretched out like an endless horizon. The more you reached for him, the farther he seemed to slip away.  

"You've been different lately."

You asked, one day, when the sun had started setting a little earlier, when the spaces between your conversations stretched longer than they used to, when his presence felt more like a memory than something real. You asked because you had to, because the silence had become unbearable, because if you didn’t, you feared you might convince yourself this was normal.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t startle—just kept his eyes on his phone, fingers scrolling mindlessly like your words were nothing more than static in the background.

“Did I do something?”

That gets his attention. A flicker of something—irritation, guilt, maybe both—crosses his face as he finally looks at you.

 "No."

Too quick. Too clipped. Too practiced.

A part of you wanted to believe him—to take that single syllable and weave it into something soft, something safe, something you could drape over your shoulders like a cloak against the cold. You wanted to let it cradle you, to lull you into the illusion that nothing was slipping through your fingers, that the quiet between you was merely a passing storm and not the slow erosion of something once unshakable.  

But the truth had already settled into your bones, heavy and unrelenting, whispering its certainty into the hollow spaces he left behind.

"Then why does it feel like you're not here anymore?"

That made him pause. A flicker of something—guilt, maybe—crossed his face, but it was gone before you could reach for it. He pressed his fingers to his temples, exhaling sharply like you were asking him for something impossible.

"You’re overthinking."

The words sliced through the space between you, careful and distant, like a scalpel carving you out of his life.

You let out a quiet laugh, though it burned like acid on your tongue. “You don’t hold my hand anymore.”  

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t argue. Didn’t even try to deny it.  

The lump in your throat swelled, thick and suffocating, but you forced yourself to push through the ache, even when every word felt like treading barefoot over shattered glass. “Do you still love me?”  

Silence.  

A silence so vast, so endless, it swallowed the air between you, stretching into the spaces where laughter once lived.  

He swallowed hard. “I—” A pause. A breath. A hesitation that said more than any words could. He ran a hand through his hair, voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t know.”  

There it was. The moment everything fell apart.  

Not with a crash, not with an explosion—just a quiet unraveling, thread by thread, until there was nothing left to hold on to.  

You nodded, slowly, as if the movement itself was the only thing tethering you to reality. “Okay.”  

And that was all.  

No pleading, no protests, no desperate attempts to gather the broken pieces. Because what was there to say? What was left to salvage when the person standing in front of you had already let you go?  

You turned before he could see the way your hands trembled, before your voice could fracture under the weight of everything left unspoken.  

And he didn’t stop you.  

Of course, he didn’t.

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As the days after stretched endlessly, the questions piled up, one on top of the other, until you couldn’t breathe for trying to answer them. You clung to the idea of him—the version of him that still existed in your memories, in your heart. But the reality of him, standing before you with that faraway look in his eyes, was too much to bear. 

You tried everything. You reached out, you tried to laugh with him the way you once did, you searched for the spark that had ignited your love in the first place. But it was gone. Like a flame snuffed out by the wind.

He still said your name, but it felt different now. It was a casual thing, a syllable that slipped from his lips like any other word. You wanted him to say it the way he used to—soft, full of affection, like he was breathing life into it. But now, it was nothing more than a whisper, something you could barely feel.  

He still brushed past you in the halls, but his fingers no longer brushed yours in passing. He didn’t linger. He didn’t stay.  

You waited for him to notice, to come back to you. But he didn’t.  

And when you saw him with her—the way his gaze softened, the way his hand brushed against hers—you realized something. You had been wrong. It was never you. He was never yours to begin with.  

It was never the same.  

She was easy for him. Simple. Light. The way his fingers intertwined with hers was effortless, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It stung to watch, to feel that distance between you grow with every passing second.  

And then there was him, standing there, laughing with her, looking at her the way he once looked at you.  

You should hate him. 

You should hate the way he made you feel like you were the only one in the room, the way his love made you believe you were special. You should hate how easily he gave that same love to someone else, like it meant nothing.  

But you don’t.  

Instead, you let yourself feel it—the ache, the hollow feeling that gnaws at your insides. You want to scream, to demand answers, but you already know the truth. There’s nothing left for you here. He’s gone, and you’re still trying to hold on to something that doesn’t belong to you anymore.

The colours in the world seemed less vivid, the air heavier. Every step felt like dragging your feet through quicksand, and the smile on your face was nothing more than a mask you put on when you needed to.

You tried to move on, tried to pretend that you were okay, that it didn’t matter. But it did.

It wasn’t just the way he had looked at her, the easy affection in his gaze, or the way he’d held her hand like it was the most natural thing. It was the fact that you never saw it coming. The fact that you had believed, truly believed, that you were the one who mattered.

The realization stung, sharper than any insult, deeper than any wound. Because it wasn’t just about him being with someone else—it was about how easily he had moved on. How quickly he had forgotten everything you shared. You hadn’t meant to cling to him, to hold onto the hope that he would come back, but somehow, you did. You still did.

Each time you saw him, it felt like a wound being reopened. His laugh—once the sound you’d grown so accustomed to, the melody that soothed you during the quietest hours—now felt like a distant echo, reverberating in the silence between you two. His presence was suffocating, and yet, the empty space where he used to be seemed to echo louder than anything else.

Why did it hurt so much?

You were supposed to be stronger than this. You were supposed to walk away and forget. But you couldn’t. No matter how many distractions you found, how many different paths you tried to follow, your mind always wandered back to him. To the way he looked at you, to the way his hand had once fit perfectly in yours. To the quiet moments that now felt like nothing but ghosts.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of her—no, that wasn’t it at all. It was the fact that she got to see the version of him that you’d fallen in love with. The version of him who smiled that soft smile, the one reserved for you. She got to hold his hand and be the one who was close to him when you had been the one to feel his warmth first.

You tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter. That you should let him go. But you couldn’t. 

You wouldn’t.

You were drowning in a sea of memories that you couldn’t swim away from, gasping for breath with each thought that came rushing back.

You thought that love was something that could be kept, something that you could hold onto with both hands, but love wasn’t like that, was it? It wasn’t meant to stay. It never did. It came and went, slipping through your fingers like sand, leaving you with nothing but the ache of its absence.

And then, one evening, he came to you.

It wasn’t planned. You hadn’t expected him to show up at all. But there he was, standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes avoiding yours. You hadn’t seen him in days, and the sight of him made your heart stutter—an unwelcome reminder of everything you had lost.

He cleared his throat, as if gathering courage, before speaking, “Can we talk?”

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him that nothing more needed to be said. But something in his voice—something fragile—made you pause.

You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed. “About what?”

He hesitated, and for a moment, the distance between you felt insurmountable. Then, his gaze softened, and his words spilled out like they were fighting against him. “I never meant to hurt you. I—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. For everything. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Your heart clenched at his words, but anger bubbled to the surface. “You don’t get to apologize for this. Not now. Not after everything that’s happened.” Your voice wavered, but you fought to keep it steady. “You made your choice. And it wasn’t me.”

His face tightened at the sting of your words, and he stepped closer, but you took a step back, instinctively putting distance between you. He seemed to notice, but he didn’t back off. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly, his voice a raw whisper. “I care about you, but...I care about her too. I didn’t mean for it to get this messy.”

You almost laughed at that. The absurdity of his words, the way he was trying to justify it—justify him. You had once been the one he cared about. But now, you were just a casualty in his attempt to save face.

“You think I don’t know that?” you bit out, your voice cracking. “I wasn’t stupid. I saw it. I saw the way she looked at you. The way you looked at her. So don’t stand here and pretend like it’s not happening.” Your chest tightened, and it felt like the air was being stolen from your lungs. “You don’t get to fix this after what you've put me through.”

He swallowed, looking down, unable to meet your eyes. “I...I never meant to fall for her,” he murmured. “But I did. And I’m sorry.”

You took a step forward, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. “Well, maybe I don’t care about your apology,” you said, trying to mask the rawness in your voice. “Because it doesn’t change anything. You’re not mine anymore. You never were.”

There was a long silence, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade into nothingness. You wanted to say more—wanted to scream at him, cry, make him understand the depth of what he had done—but instead, you just stood there, looking at him like he was a stranger. A stranger who had once meant everything to you.

He was the one who finally broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, almost as if saying it over and over would somehow make it better. But it didn’t.

You shook your head, turning away from him. “Leave. Just go.” 

But he didn’t leave. Instead, he stood there for a moment longer, like he was waiting for something—maybe for you to change your mind, maybe for you to tell him you still cared. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said softly, just before he finally turned and walked away.

And you let him. You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t chase after him. Because, deep down, you knew the truth.

He was already gone.

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You broke all contact with Leehan.  

Not in a loud, dramatic way—no screaming matches, no tearful goodbyes. Just silence. A quiet, aching kind of separation that neither of you spoke about, but both of you understood.  

At first, it wasn’t intentional. You told yourself you just needed time, that one day you’d text him, maybe call. But days turned into weeks, then months, then years. The distance stretched between you like an ocean, and before you knew it, he became someone you only knew in memories.  

You never forgot him. That was the cruelest part.  

You’d see glimpses of him in the smallest things—a song that played in a café, a familiar scent in the air, the way the sky turned a particular shade of blue in the late afternoon. But you never reached out.  

Neither did he.  

And so, life moved on. 

You built a life for yourself—one far from the past, far from Leehan. You had convinced yourself that love like that only happened once. That the kind of bond they shared wasn’t something that could be replicated.

But then you met Han Taesan.

At first, he was just a name. A fleeting mention in a conversation you weren’t really listening to, a presence that didn’t demand attention. Someone who existed on the outskirts of your world, never quite crossing the threshold. Until one day, he did.

It was at a friend’s gathering, a casual evening filled with too much laughter and too little seriousness. You hadn’t planned on staying long, just a few hours to check in before you were ready to slip back into your own quiet space. But then you saw him, standing at the bar, nursing a drink and talking with a small group. There was an ease to the way he moved through the crowd, his smile infectious, and yet, there was something unspoken in the way he kept his distance, like he wasn’t completely present in the moment.

You tried to ignore him, to focus on the people you knew, but it was impossible. Something about him kept drawing your attention—his calm demeanor, the way he didn’t demand, but quietly commanded. It felt like you could almost hear the beat of his thoughts in the space between you.

"Are you always this quiet?"

The voice pulled you from your thoughts, smooth and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to wait for an answer. You looked up to find him watching you, elbows propped on the table, dark eyes steady.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Are you always this forward?"

He smirked, resting his chin on his palm. "Only when someone looks like they’re lost in a world I’ll never get to see."

There was no reason for your heart to stutter at that, but it did.

You should have laughed it off. Should have let the conversation slip away like all the others before. But something about him felt different—something in the way he looked at you.

He wasn’t like Leehan, not in the slightest. Where Leehan was stormy waves and raw emotions, Taesan was the calm sea under a setting sun. Where Leehan burned bright, a fire that consumed, Taesan was the warmth of a candlelit room on a cold winter’s night.

He wasn’t a whirlwind of emotions, nor did he set your world on fire the way you once thought love was supposed to. There was no grand, dramatic realization—no moment of overwhelming passion that knocked the air from your lungs.

Taesan was different.

He was quiet love, the kind that settled into your life before you even realized it. He was warmth on a cold morning, the steady weight of a blanket pulled over your shoulders when you forgot to take care of yourself.

He paid attention—not just to the big things, but to the small ones too. The way you furrowed your brows when you were deep in thought. The way you tapped your fingers against the table when you were restless. The way you hummed under your breath when you thought no one was listening.

He never interrupted when you spoke. He never filled silences just to break them. With Taesan, comfort wasn’t found in words—it was in the spaces between you, in the quiet understanding that he was there.

His love was patient. Unshaken.

Where others demanded answers, Taesan waited for you to be ready. He never asked for more than you could give. He never tried to force himself into the corners of your heart that weren’t open yet.

It happened slowly, the way you let yourself love him. You didn’t even realize it at first, not until the day he reached for your hand in a crowded street, tucking it into his pocket to keep it warm. Not until the night you broke down in his arms, confessing that you were terrified of love, of losing, of hurting all over again—and he just held you, whispering, “Then let’s take our time.”

You fell in love with him in the spaces between moments. In the way he always brought you an extra umbrella because he knew you never checked the weather. In the way he memorized all your favorite songs but never sang along because he wanted to hear your voice instead. In the way he never tried to fix you—only loved you exactly as you were.

You never thought much about marriage. Maybe because you had seen love fall apart before, maybe because you had lost it yourself once. But Taesan never rushed you. He let you come to love at your own pace, never demanding, never expecting. Just there.

And maybe that was why, when he finally knelt in front of you, ring in hand, it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like the answer.

It was nighttime, the world quiet except for the soft hum of the city in the distance. He took you to the place where you had first told him you loved him—not in a grand, dramatic declaration, but in an offhand comment that had slipped past your lips before you even realized what you had said. He had only smiled back then, pulling you into his arms as if he had been waiting for you to say it all along.

Now, standing there again, the lights reflecting in his deep brown eyes, he held out a ring—not extravagant, just simple and beautiful, like the love you had built together.

"You once told me love isn’t supposed to be complicated," he murmured, voice steady but thick with emotion. "I want to spend my life making sure it's not. With you. Only you."

Tears blurred your vision before you could stop them.

Maybe love didn’t have to be painful. Maybe it could just be.

"Yes," you whispered.

And when he slipped the ring onto your finger, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, it felt like magic. Like fate. Like home.

Your wedding was small—just close friends and family, warm lights strung between trees, laughter floating through the air like music. Taesan twirled you in the middle of the dance floor, his hands firm around your waist, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Happy?” he whispered.

You closed your eyes. “Completely.”

And you were.

You didn’t need fireworks or grand gestures. You just needed him—the way he kissed your temple in the morning, the way he pulled you into his arms every night, the way he loved you in a way that never asked you to be anything but yourself. 

And when your daughter was born, Taesan wept.  

You had never seen him cry before.  

Not when he was exhausted from work. Not when life had thrown hardships his way. Not even when he proposed. He had always been strong, steady—your safe place. But now, as he held your newborn daughter in his arms, his shoulders shook, silent tears slipping down his face.  

He cradled her so carefully, as if he was afraid the world itself might hurt her. His large hands, the same ones that had always fit so perfectly around yours, now held something even more precious. Your daughter. Your first child.  

“She looks like you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.  

You were exhausted, your body aching from the hours of labour, but his words still reached you, wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. You watched as he pressed the softest kiss to her tiny forehead, his eyes never leaving her face, memorizing every little detail—her delicate eyelashes, her tiny hands that barely wrapped around his finger, the way her chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath.  

“She’s so small,” he whispered, almost in awe, his voice shaking slightly. "How can something this small mean everything?"  

You had no answer.  

Because looking at him—his tear-streaked face, the absolute love in his eyes, the way he held your daughter like she was the most precious thing in the world—you knew there were no words that could capture this moment.  

The way he was looking at her, at you—this was the kind of love that didn’t burn out.  

The kind that lasted.  

The kind that stayed.

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It had been few years since your daughter’s birth. She was now a curious toddler, with the same bright eyes as her mother but the playful, adventurous spirit of her father. Every day felt like a new adventure, and today was no exception.

You, Taesan, and your daughter were out for a simple trip to buy groceries. It was one of those days where everything felt easy—comfortable. The weather was perfect, a crisp breeze in the air, and your daughter skipped along beside Taesan, holding his hand as they made their way down the sidewalk. She was chattering on about something, her little voice high-pitched and sweet, the sound of it filling the space around you.

"Mom, can we go to the toy store?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement as she pointed to a small, colourful shop across the street.

Taesan smiled down at her, his hand on her head as he crouched to her level. "Well, how about we finish the groceries first? Then we can take a look."

"But I really want to go!" she protested, her tiny face scrunched in determination.

Taesan looked over at you, raising an eyebrow with a silent question. You gave him a playful nod, one of those looks that said Go ahead, spoil her.

With a sigh and a soft chuckle, Taesan shrugged. “Alright, alright, let’s take a quick detour. But we’re getting those groceries first thing after that.”

Your daughter squealed with delight, grabbing Taesan’s hand and tugging him toward the toy store with excitement that seemed to overflow from her little body.

You watched them for a moment, feeling a swell of warmth in your chest. They were everything you could have hoped for—her little hand in his, the way he could make her laugh so effortlessly. You turned your attention back to the grocery store, planning your shopping list in your head, but as you walked towards the entrance, something caught your eye.

A child, sitting alone by the entrance to a store, was crying. The sound of sobs rang out, and for a moment, you thought you might be imagining it. You stopped in your tracks, your heart tightening as you looked closer.

The little one was clutching a stuffed toy, tears streaking down his face. They looked so lost, so small, sitting there on the cold concrete. You took a hesitant step forward, your instincts pulling you toward the child.

"Hey, little one," you said softly, kneeling down in front of him. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he didn’t stop crying. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

The boy sniffled, his lip trembling as he wiped at his face with the back of his hand. "I... I can't find my dad," he whispered, his voice small and shaky. "I got lost."

Your heart tightened at the words. His words were simple, but there was so much fear in his eyes, so much loneliness. You could see the way he hugged the stuffed toy to his chest, as if it were the only thing that made him feel safe in this overwhelming world.

"I’m sorry to hear that," you said gently, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "I’m sure we can find him. Want me to help you?"

The boy looked up at you, his eyes still red from crying, but there was a flicker of hope in them now. He nodded, and you stood up slowly, offering your hand.

"I'll stay with you until we find him," you said, your voice calm and steady. "We’ll make sure you’re not alone, okay?"

He took your hand without hesitation, still clutching the stuffed animal, but this time, there was a sense of comfort in the small action. You glanced over your shoulder briefly, scanning the store to see if there were any signs of someone looking for the child. But nothing.

"Do you know where you last saw him?" you asked, trying to keep him distracted from his fear.

"Um..." The boy thought for a moment, his brows furrowed in concentration. "I was looking at some toys... but then I couldn’t find him anymore."

You smiled softly, leading him toward the toy section of the store. "Let’s check there first, then. Maybe he’s still looking at the toys, too."

As you walked through the aisles, the boy’s small hand clung to yours tightly, his little steps quick and hesitant. You couldn’t help but feel protective, as if you needed to reassure him that everything would be okay. In the back of your mind, you kept wondering if his parent was nearby, if they were searching for him as well.

But you didn’t want to assume anything. You just wanted to make sure this little boy wasn’t alone, that he didn’t feel so lost in the world.

"Are you feeling better now?" you asked him, glancing down at him with a soft smile.

He nodded slowly, though the sadness hadn’t completely faded from his expression. "Yeah... thanks for helping me."

"Of course," you said warmly. "It’s what I’m here for."

The boy gave a little smile, his hand still gripping yours. He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes lost in thought. After a moment, he looked up at you again, his voice softer now, almost shy.

"My daddy told me he used to love a girl who looked like you."

The words struck you, hanging in the air between you both. For a moment, you froze, your heart giving a sudden, unexpected jolt. You blinked, not quite sure how to respond.

"Really?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly, though you hoped the boy didn’t notice.

"Yeah." He nodded, his small face earnest. "He always talks about her when he’s sad. He says she was really nice, and they used to laugh together a lot. I think he misses her."

Your heart thudded in your chest. The way he described her, the way he said they used to laugh together...You couldn’t help but feel a flutter of recognition, as if those words were familiar. As if they were meant for you.

You swallowed, taking a slow, steadying breath. "That’s...really sweet of him," you said, your voice soft, trying to keep the emotions from spilling over.

The boy seemed oblivious to the weight of his words, just looking up at you with those innocent eyes. "Yeah. He says she was the best."

You smiled, a sad sort of smile, and squeezed his hand gently. "Well, I'm sure your daddy's a great guy. I’m happy I could help you today."

As you continued to walk with him toward the toy section, a quiet part of you couldn’t shake the words he'd said. It was almost like a faint echo of something from long ago, something buried deep inside.

You continued walking with the boy, trying to keep the conversation light, though your mind kept returning to his words. His daddy. He used to love a girl who looked like you. The echo lingered in your thoughts, the curiosity gnawing at you.

As you approached the toy section, you heard a voice—a familiar voice—calling out your name.

“YN?”

You froze. That voice. It stopped you in your tracks, made your heart skip a beat.

Slowly, you turned toward the sound, and your gaze locked onto the man standing a few feet away. He was looking right at you, his eyes wide in a mix of disbelief and recognition. And just as you thought you might be imagining it, the boy beside you piped up, his voice full of excitement.

“Daddy!” he exclaimed, running toward the man.

You blinked, confusion clouding your mind for a moment as the boy flung himself into the man’s arms. The man caught him effortlessly, lifting him up and hugging him close. Your heart stopped for a split second when you saw the gentle affection between them, the way the man’s eyes softened as he looked at the boy in his arms. 

And then, slowly, as if your body was trying to catch up with your racing thoughts, it hit you.

Leehan.

The man standing in front of you, holding his child in his arms, was none other than Leehan. The same Leehan who you had once known so well, the one whose smile could light up the room and whose presence felt like home. The same Leehan who had shared your dreams and your laughter—before everything had fallen apart.

You could barely breathe as your eyes locked onto his, his expression now shifting from surprise to a more guarded kind of recognition. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the years between you feeling impossibly heavy.

“YN…” Leehan’s voice was quiet, his gaze softening with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. The boy, oblivious to the tension, wiggled in his father’s arms, reaching out for something.

"Daddy, I told this lady you used to love someone who looks like her!" he said, his voice full of innocence.

Leehan's gaze flickered back to you, and for a brief moment, his expression faltered. He quickly masked it, his gaze shifting between you and his son. 

"Is that so?" Leehan asked, his tone a little more distant than you remembered, though still warm. "I didn't realize I was so obvious about that." 

You swallowed, trying to find your voice. "I... I didn’t know it was you," you said softly, the words barely escaping your lips. It had been years since you'd seen him—years of silence, years of living separate lives.

Leehan’s lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes. He nodded, still holding his son in his arms, who was now reaching for a toy on the nearby shelf.

"Seems like fate brought us back together, huh?" he said, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

The weight of the moment was almost too much to bear. You didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know if you even could. The silence stretched between you both, filled with unspoken words and feelings that had been buried for far too long. But there, in the midst of that quiet, you felt something stir—a mix of longing and uncertainty.

Leehan’s son tugged at his father’s hand, his eyes wide with excitement as he pointed toward another toy store on the corner. “Daddy! I wanna go see that store!”

Leehan’s gaze softened, but there was a slight caution in his voice when he spoke. “Alright, but don’t run off too far, okay? We don’t want a repeat of earlier, yeah?”

His son nodded eagerly and took off toward the store, running with an energy only children seemed to possess. Leehan stood there for a moment, watching his son with a small, fond smile before turning back to you.

You both stood there in a comfortable silence for a few moments, the weight of the years that had passed between you hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Leehan cleared his throat and spoke, the sound cutting through the quiet.

“So… how have you been?” His voice was quiet, cautious, as if unsure how to break the silence between the two of you.

You turned to him, a small smile forming on your lips, though you could feel the tightness in your chest as you tried to answer. “I’ve been good,” you said softly, your voice a bit hesitant. “Life’s…been different, you know?”

Leehan gave a short nod, his gaze drifting down the street where his son had run off. “I get that. Life changes when you have kids. Everything shifts. Your priorities. Your time. It’s…a lot.”

You nodded, looking at the space between you, trying to find the right words to explain. “Yeah, it’s an adjustment. But it’s been…worth it. Every bit of it.”

He looked at you then, and there was something in his eyes—an understanding, a shared experience—but also a distance. He sighed, the kind of deep, heavy sigh that spoke of things left unsaid. 

“I’m still adjusting, too,” he murmured, looking away. “To being a single parent. It’s not easy, you know?”

Your brows furrowed, and you could sense a shift in him. He wasn’t just talking about being a parent—there was more to it, something beneath the surface.

“Single parent?” you echoed, a question hanging in your voice.

Leehan glanced at you, his expression turning slightly more serious. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “My wife...well, things didn’t work out. Long story short, she made some choices that…led us to this point. She’s not in the picture anymore.”

The words were heavy, the weight of them almost palpable. You could hear the unspoken pain in his voice, the quiet sorrow that lingered with every word. You didn’t need to ask for details to understand that he had been through something difficult. Something that had torn at the fabric of his life.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, a genuine note of sympathy in your tone. “I didn’t know.”

Leehan shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s alright. I’m okay. It’s just...sometimes, I wonder what would’ve happened if I had done things differently. You know? I think about the things I left behind…the people I let go.”

You felt the words linger between you, the quiet understanding of shared pain. It was almost like he was speaking about something more than just his ex-wife. Something deeper. Something that perhaps had to do with you.

“I get it,” you said softly, your voice low. “Life doesn’t always go the way we plan.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, almost as if he were trying to find the right words. The words he had been meaning to say for years. 

But before either of you could continue, you both turned at the sound of a small, familiar voice calling out.

"Mommy!" The voice rang through the air, and your heart skipped a beat. You turned just in time to see your daughter running toward you, her little arms outstretched in excitement.

“Mommy!” she repeated, this time running straight into your arms. You scooped her up, laughing softly as you held her close.

“Hey there, sweetie,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with Daddy?”

She wriggled in your arms, pointing behind her. “Daddy’s in the store looking at the cereal,” she explained, her voice full of innocence. “I wanted to find you.”

You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?"

Just as you were about to turn around, you caught sight of Taesan in the distance, his brow furrowed with concern as he made his way towards you.  

“YN, where were you?” Taesan asked, his voice carrying a touch of worry. “You weren’t at the grocery store, and I was looking all over for you—”

His voice trailed off as his gaze shifted, locking on Leehan. The recognition in his eyes was immediate, and the realization hit him harder than you expected. His eyes flicked between you and Leehan, a hint of confusion growing behind his calm exterior.

Leehan, too, seemed to freeze, his gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment. His expression softened briefly, but there was something unspoken between you—something that neither of you could quite put into words. You saw it in his eyes, the same confusion, the same tug of emotion that you felt but couldn’t name.

Reality hit him like a freight train.

You already had a family.

Leehan's lips parted as if he were about to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. You could see the shift in him, the way he went from a man unsure of what to say to someone who seemed to be trying to process the scene in front of him.

Taesan's confusion turned into a protective concern as he looked back at you. “Do you know him?” he asked, his tone careful.

For a moment, you stood there, unsure of how to respond. You had spent so many years burying the past, pushing it away as something that no longer belonged to you. And yet, here it was—alive and real before you.

Leehan cleared his throat, taking a small step back as he turned toward his son, who had wandered a little too far. “It was nice meeting you again, YN,” he said quietly, almost as if he had been preparing to say something more but decided against it. His voice held an undercurrent of something bittersweet, something left unspoken.

“I should probably get going,” he added, glancing at his son before walking toward him with measured steps.

You could feel the ache in your chest as he walked away, the words that hung in the air between you two leaving a strange emptiness in their wake. It was as if time had paused, just for a moment, to remind you both of the life you once shared—before the distance, before the silence, before everything had changed.

“Leehan,” you whispered, but he didn’t turn back. He was already too far away, his focus solely on his son as he guided him back towards the toy store.

Taesan’s presence at your side brought you back to reality, but there was still a lingering weight in the air—the kind that only certain moments in life could leave behind.

Taesan looked down at you, his brow furrowed. “YN…what was that?”

You exhaled slowly, still holding your daughter tightly in your arms. “It was just…someone I used to know,” you said softly, your voice quiet but heavy with unspoken things.

Taesan nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke again. “Are you okay?”

You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since you had been lost in the moment with Leehan. “I’m fine,” you said softly, but something in your tone gave away the truth—something you hadn’t quite admitted to yourself yet.

Taesan didn’t push. Instead, he took a step closer, his presence warm and steady beside you. 

The world around you felt quieter now, as if everything had slowed down in the wake of that brief encounter. You stood there, trying to steady your breath, but your heart was racing. A million thoughts and feelings swirled in your mind, but none of them seemed to find a way out.

Your daughter tugged at your sleeve, her voice breaking through your fog of confusion. “Mommy, can we go back to the toy store now?”

You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. She was already pointing excitedly in the direction of the store. 

Taesan, who had been standing silently beside you, looked down at your daughter. “We just came from there, sweetheart. We’re supposed to be getting groceries.” But his tone softened when he saw her pout. 

Your daughter, never one to be easily dissuaded, stuck out her lip dramatically. “But Mommy, I want to go again. Please?”

You glanced at Taesan, who sighed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, fine, but I left my wallet at home so no more toys today, okay?”

Your daughter’s eyes widened, and she giggled. “I’ll remind you next time so you don’t forget again!”

“Ah, no you won’t,” Taesan teased, ruffling her hair. “You’re not supposed to tell people I’m forgetful.”

“Mommy told me it’s okay to tease,” your daughter grinned, winking at you.

“Hey, no exposing your father’s secrets,” you teased her back, making her laugh. 

Taesan gave you a playful glare, but it was softened by the way his eyes lingered on you—almost as if there was something he wanted to say, but didn’t.

As you made your way back toward the toy store, you heard Taesan speaking in a low voice, almost to himself. “You know, we’re supposed to be getting groceries…” His words trailed off with a quiet chuckle. “But who’s really in charge here?”

You smiled, feeling a lightness in your chest that you hadn’t realized had been missing. Your daughter, skipping happily beside you, was the picture of innocence, joy, and light. 

As you made your way toward the toy store, your daughter skipping happily at your side, you heard a voice behind you again.

“YN…”

You turned to find Taesan standing a little farther back now, his eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel both comforted and uneasy. He was always calm, always steady. But this time, there was something more in his gaze, something that suggested he was silently processing everything that had just happened.

“I didn’t want to ask back there, but…who was that man?” Taesan asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the noise of the streets. 

You hesitated, your chest tightening as you looked at him. How could you explain this to him? How could you put the mess of your past into words that made sense? And more importantly, how could you tell him without hurting him?

“He’s…someone from my past,” you finally said, your voice faltering. “A long time ago, we—” You stopped yourself, unwilling to finish the sentence. It was too complicated, too messy to explain in a few words.

Taesan nodded, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something close to hurt. But it was quickly replaced by that same calm exterior, the one that always made him seem unshakable.

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I see.”

You couldn’t tell if he truly did, but the silence between you two was heavy with understanding and questions left unasked. He didn’t press you further, and for that, you were grateful.

Before you could say anything else, your daughter’s voice broke the moment.

“Mommy! Look, toys!” she shouted, pointing toward a shelf full of colorful stuffed animals and dolls. She bounced up and down, excitement radiating from her like sunlight.

You smiled, the warmth of her joy spreading through you. “Alright, let’s go see.”

As you walked toward the toy section, you could feel Taesan at your side, a quiet presence that offered comfort without the need for words. His hand brushed yours briefly, a gentle reminder that he was there, always there.

The moment you stepped into the aisle, your daughter pulled you toward a row of plush animals, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She picked up a bear, its fur soft and inviting.

“Mommy, can I have this one?” she asked, holding it out to you with a hopeful smile.

You nodded, smiling back at her. “Of course, sweetie. It’s all yours.”

Taesan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Ah, didn’t I say no more toys?”

You chuckled softly, giving him a playful look. “Don’t worry, it’s on me.”

As you reached for your wallet to pay, your mind briefly flickered back to Leehan—how he had looked, how he had reacted when he saw you with your family. The pain in his eyes was undeniable, and it lingered within you, just beneath the surface.

But when you looked down at your daughter, at the life you had built with Taesan, you knew one thing :

Leehan loved you.

But Taesan loved you.

He loved you in the way he always showed up, even when things were hard. He loved you in the moments when you didn’t have the strength to love yourself. He loved you because he saw you—all of you, the parts you tried to hide, the pieces you thought were too broken to be loved.

it had all been worth it. You had found something real, something that was yours and no one else’s. And despite everything that had happened, you were finally at peace with it.

When you turned to Taesan, he was watching you with a soft expression, his eyes warm. You could feel his care, his quiet support, and it made your heart swell with gratitude.

You didn’t know what the future held, but you knew that whatever came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

“Thank you, Taesan,” you said softly, the words feeling too small for everything you were feeling.

He smiled at you, his gaze softening. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad to be here.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like everything—your past, your present, your future—was right where it was supposed to be.

Years had passed, but in some ways, it felt like no time at all.

 Your mind wanders back to when you stood there, watching Leehan walk away with his child in tow. To the way he used to look at you with that quiet, unspoken longing, the way his presence felt like the calm before the storm. The past that seemed so far away yet still lingered in the corners of your mind, like an old photograph that wouldn’t fade.

Leehan had changed. 

His hair was shorter now, his face a little harder, the lines around his eyes deeper. But the essence of him, the person you used to know, was still there. Beneath the years, beneath the time and the distance, he was still the same in so many ways. 

But he wasn’t yours anymore.

And you weren’t his.

You couldn’t help but notice how he held his child’s hand so gently, as though every small gesture was a promise he couldn’t break. You’d seen that look before. The look of someone who had loved deeply, lost it, and then rebuilt their world around something new. Something worth fighting for. 

You wondered, if life had played out differently, if you hadn’t walked away all those years ago, could it have been you standing by his side with a child of your own? Could you have been the one to build that new life with him? 

But that thought faded just as quickly as it had come, overshadowed by the life you had now, by Taesan, by your daughter. And that was enough. More than enough.

Still, the remnants of the past lingered, the weight of what could have been pressing down on your chest. A bittersweet ache you couldn’t erase.

And as you watched Leehan and his child disappear into the crowd, the truth settled over you like a thick fog.

He was a part of your past, a piece of your heart you would never truly forget.

You used to pretend that it didn’t feel evil—his manipulations, his promises that meant nothing in the end. His charm had been the light of a million suns, burning through everyone in its path, leaving ashes where there once was hope. He had destroyed everything you knew about love, built bridges, but never to cross them. His touch had been a breath of air that had killed you.

But you had a future now.

And with a quiet sigh, you turned back to your family, your gaze lingering on Taesan and your daughter, knowing that what you had now was everything you needed.

Leehan? He was a ghost of your past. 

A ghost you would never chase.

Kim Leehan.

A name that had once been sweet on your lips, a name that had once held the power to make you smile, now burned with the weight of betrayal. The warmth he had once given you had turned into ashes, a distant memory you couldn’t quite grasp. You tried to reach for it, to remember the way he looked at you, the way he whispered your name like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. But all that remained was the cold silence that followed, the years of unanswered questions, of things left unsaid.

At some point, you had stopped holding onto the past. You’d let go of the idea of him, of the life you could have had. The days of longing and uncertainty were gone, replaced by the reality of the life you had now. You had built something new, something better. Something that wasn’t tied to the ghosts of the past. Yet, the memories of him lingered in the quiet spaces of your heart, like a faded photograph you couldn’t quite throw away, even if it no longer fit with the picture you were trying to create.

Leehan had once been your everything. He had been the person you thought you would grow old with. But somewhere along the way, somewhere between the promises he made and the ones he broke, he became someone else entirely. Someone who wasn’t the boy you had once loved. He had changed, as had you. 

The man before you now was a stranger—a man who had carried his own burdens, his own regrets. A man who had learned the hard way, just as you had. And as much as you wanted to reach out, to hold onto the remnants of what could have been, you couldn’t. Because in the end, the boy you once knew was never truly the one you needed.

He had been a part of your story, yes, but not the ending. 

You had to let go of the fantasy, the idea that life could have been rewritten, that you could have salvaged something from the wreckage of your past. You couldn’t live in that shadow forever. You had found your own way forward, with someone who saw you for who you were, not who you used to be. And as much as the past still tugged at you, you had found peace in the present. Peace in the life you had now—one that was whole, one that was real.

Leehan wasn’t your salvation. He was a lesson.

A death wish. 

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LIVE NOW ! ✔️ ╱ a yang jungwon smau.

PAIRING. idol! jungwon x gamer! fem reader.

SUMMARY. hybe debuts a gaming coed group. jake and ni-ki end up streaming along with them on enhypen’s days off & the rest of enhypen following soon after. but you end up catching jungwon’s interest.

GENRE. smau, crack, fluff, idol x gamer, comedy?, some angst.

WARNINGS. swearing, kys/kms jokes, suggestive jokes, jealousy, im not a big gamer, so if things are wrong, pls bare w me. 🙏🏻

FEATURING. y/n as cqq0906 on xhs, enhypen members, taesan of bnd, beomgyu of txt, intak & soul of p1h, wonbin, anton & sohee of riize, ningning of aespa, chaewon of lsrfm.

STATUS. started 06/24/24. updates : whenever tbh …. 🤕☝️

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PROFILES › gamers | enha house | others

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CHAPTERS

000. prologue.

001. says the minecraft geek.

002. me and ur dad.

003. little hwang hwang.

004. oh what the flip.

005. ur so delusional.

006. copy that mr leader.

007. someone save jungwon.

008. there’s a what?

009. did i lie?

010. live stream. ( written )

011. live stream pt 2. ( written )

012. heh…. whoops.

013. i smell smth fishy.

014. i wanna eat him.

015. mr fear fish.

016.

017.

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[yurisblooming]

♡₊✧. The Boy Next Door ♡₊˚✧.

♡₊✧. Sypnosis: Transferring universities meant a fresh start. You’d finally reunite with your friends, have your own space, and meet new people. That included your neighbors: Riwoo, who you barely saw, Taesan, who you found yourself crushing on cute, calm, and collected, and lastly, Woonhak… outgoing, lively, friendly, and most of all, really loud. He was nice, yeah but you couldn’t ignore his late-night gaming screams, cursing his teammates and ruining your sleep. Yet, every time you knocked on his door, his stupid, apologetic smile made you forget why, maybe even feel… butterflies?

not like it mattered, he was just your neighbor. and you only cared about his roommate… right?

Pairing: non-idol!Kim Woonhak x fem!reader Genre: fluff, comedy, university smau, neighbor smau, hate-love friendship, he fell first and harder. contains: adult woonhak and reader, swearing, comedy(but not really, I’m not funny), small bit of angst at some point, kys/kms jokes, short stories but mostly sm, misunderstandings... more to be added? Warnings: alcohol mentioned, kys/kms jokes, suggestive jokes(not really), swearing, not proper punctuation used... dont mind time stamps after chapter 10 ! lmk what I'm missing ! A/N: Sorry if anything is a little off, I have dyslexia and english isn't really my native language o-o

Profiles: BND || yn & friends

Chapters. !!

001. the boy next door. || 002. Giant Helpers. || 003. Who's that?

004. He... what? || 005. couldn't care less || 006. praying on his downfall.

007. wake up || 008. waiting for me? || 009. date? hang out?

010. he's just a nice guy. || 011. rooting for you! || 012. embarrassing

013. not staring || 014. stop her ! || 015. jealous?

016. I like you. || END.

updates every wednesday and saturday. !!

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[mirisss]

Studio Days

Taesan/ Han Dongmin x female! reader

Warnings: Swear words (like one),   

Wordcount ≈ 837

Please reblog!

Third Person POV

Dongmin sat in his studio, where he had been all day, working on a new song. He had forbidden any of the other boys from coming and disturbing him, saying he needed to focus, and with them there, focusing would be impossible. Sure, sometimes Dongmin, Woonhak, and Jaehyun work on songs together and it works just fine, but this time, Dongmin wanted to be alone. 

And so alone he was, all day, the other boys were worried as they hadn’t seen him take a single break all day, but they knew that Dongmin wouldn’t listen to any of them. So Sungho called the one person Dongmin would listen to, and take a break for. (Y/n). Dongmin’s girlfriend. 

“Hey, (Y/n). It’s Sungho,” “Hey, Sungho, what’s up?” “Are you busy?” “Not really, why?” “We need your help, you see, Taesan is holed up in his studio, and he hasn’t taken any breaks to eat anything, you know how he gets when he starts writing, and he has well, forbidden us from disturbing him, but that doesn’t apply to you,” “So you need me to come down and make sure he eats?” “Yeah, pretty much, we’ll even pay for the food if you can do it, last time was such a hassle for us, so if you could help us, it would be great,” “Don’t worry, Sungho, I’ll be there in 30 minutes with food, and thanks but I’ll pay for it, see you in a bit,” 

Sungho and (Y/n) hung up the call, (Y/n) began packing a bag to bring with her, because she knew that if she went to Dongmin’s studio, she would end up staying over at the dorms with him. She went to a nearby restaurant and ordered Taesan’s favorite food, once it was done, she went over to the company building, meeting up with the other guys who walked her to the studio. 

“Okay, you’re on your own from here, good luck,” Riwoo said before he and the others ran off, laughing, waving in the air. (Y/n) mumbled “Assholes,” before she chuckled. She walked up to the door, gently knocking on it. “Dongmin? Hello?” Despite knocking multiple times, and calling his name, (Y/n) got no response from Taesan. She almost thought that he had left the studio, but then she heard some low beats from inside and the rustling of something. She turned to her last resort, using the code he had given her for the room. 

Once inside the room, (Y/n) found Dongmin sitting in his chair, typing away at the keyboard in front of him, his head lightly bopping up and down along to the beat, until he ripped off the headphones, and grabbing his head, letting out a low frustrated grunt. He hadn’t noticed (Y/n) yet, it wasn’t until she wrapped her arms around the chair and around him that he saw her. “Hey there, handsome,” “(Y/n)! What are you doing here?” He gently made her move her arms so that he could turn the chair to face her. (Y/n) grabbed the bag of food from the floor where she placed it before hugging him. “Thought you might be hungry” Dongmin smiled as he saw the food, both happy to finally eat and also to spend some time with his girlfriend. 

Taesan made room for (Y/n) to put the food down on the desk, and then he patted his lap, wanting her to sit there, (Y/n) tried to fight it, but Dongmin wrapped his long arms around her waist pulling her closer to him until she ended up sitting on his lap. “Taesan!” (Y/n) tried to get up from his lap but he held her down. “Please, I need the contact, I need this to be able to finish the song,” “Fine, but don’t make this a habit,” (Y/n) relaxed in his hold, instead focusing on opening up the bag of food, to make sure that her boyfriend would eat. 

“You know, the boys were worried about you, you should plan better for studio days, making sure you take breaks and eat,” “Mm, but if I do that, you won’t come and visit me as often,” He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, (Y/n) could feel him pouting. “I promise I’ll visit you, even more often, if you promise to actually take care of yourself,” “Deal,” Dongmin placed a kiss on (Y/n)’s cheek, his stomach rumbled with hunger as (Y/n) removed the lid of the food, the delicious smell spreading throughout the studio. 

“Come on, let’s eat!” The couple began eating, Dongmin placed kisses on (Y/n) at any chance he got, and (Y/n) laughed each time, in public Dongmin wasn’t that affectionate but behind closed doors, he was as clingy as a koala, and she loved every second of it.

[odaengz]

TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME

fresh out of a horrific break up, yn gets invited out to the club by her friends. on the other hand, tokuno yushi, the quietest in his group of friends, is dragged to the same one.

after spending a night filled with a whirlwind of emotions together, they both make the mistake of never formally introducing themselves. they are both determined to find each other again. after all, if they were really soulmates, fate would take over again, right?

yushi x fem!reader

genre. half smau/half written, angst, fluff, lowkey crack, set in college/university

featuring. sion, riku, ningning, yuna (itzy), rei, wonbin, sohee, gyuvin, jungwon, jaehyun (bnd), leehan, taesan, & more!

content warning. LOTS of cussing (sorry im a potty mouth 😭), maybe bad grammar/lack of punctuation, very very mild suggestive language, kys/kms jokes, i tried making all the idols around the same age so i picked some that im not too familiar with- taesan is an asshole and i make the introverts into extroverts in this story so sorry </3

author’s note. hii i have no expectations of this popping off i’m honestly just writing this because i dont see a lot of wish on this app </3 i haven’t written an actual story in like 4 years so it might be hot garbage .. but i hope yall enjoy anyways <3 if you want to be in the taglist lmk !

navigation !

too many cats | sion’s minions

prologue . everyone’s invited

chapter 1 . fated (written, 2.3k words)

chapter 2 . good morning freaknation

chapter 3 . MINIONS! TONIGHT! WE STEAL! THE MOON!

chapter 4 . don’t you worry your pretty little head (short written, 621 words)

chapter 5 . chat am i cooked

chapter 6 . denial is a river in egypt

started — 032625 + ongoing

© odaengz 2025

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

PAIRING・❥・ anton x fem!reader

GENRE・❥・ social media au, college au, childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, crack, fluff, angst, some written parts

SYNOPSIS・❥・ anton and yn are literally the epitome of childhood best friends, knowing each other from practically the day they were born with their parents being best friends upon their shared move from korea to the states. throughout the years, they’ve gone through their share of memories, rebounds, and earthquakes. despite this, they could never beat the “falling for your best friend” curse, even as they were separated with yn's move back to korea, it only worsening as anton followed in her steps. though rather than embracing their feelings, the two, with all their stubbornness, choose to bury it down, waiting for the day it all blows up.

WARNINGS・❥・VERY BAD JOKES (i’m trying 😓) profanity, violent jokes, yn and anton love to "jokingly" flirt with each other, but are the most oblivious people and have the worst communication when it comes to their feelings for each other so!!!! + lots of lovely runner mentions bc i’m the biggest anton ryu sunjae enthusiast 😓😓

STATUS・❥・ on-going

TAGLIST・❥・ open!

PLAYLIST・❥・ used to this — camila cabello. love 119 — riize. at my worst — pink sweat$. dress — taylor swift. but i like you — boynextdoor. get you — daniel caesar. nobody gets me — sza. cpr — summer walker. bad habit — steve lacy. open arms — sza. late night calls — p1harmony.

FEATURING ・❥・ot7 riize, ningning of aespa, intak of p1harmony, taesan of boynextdoor, hanni & minji of newjeans, ricky & gyuvin of zb1, taeyoung of cravity

PROFILES ― dress to impress | anton's kidnappers

001. bear filter fetish

002. COFFEE?? COFFEE!!! COFFEE <3333

003. hey upper east siders

004. yn exploded?!

005. oh my god, the voices

006. shawty if you down, i’m down too

007. A KID OUTDANCED WONBIN??

008. papa shotaro 😘

009. a hot new bombshell enters the villa

010. how do u swim on dry land

011. #ANTYN_OUT #YNTON_IN

012. oui, oui, baguette. bisous!

013. sungchan’s dating show

014. can we french kiss under the eiffel tower

015. just two best friends that kiss 🤣🤣

[serejae]

REMEMBER THE WAY YOU MADE ME FEEL | BND

in which the small things bnd does because they love you

bnd x reader

genre: fluff | @onedoornet (iloveyou)

w.c: 388

sungho who will always pack your lunch. as the single of his group he finds it a habit to take care of you first and especially making sure you eat. he’ll find a way to discreetly ask what youre craving the night before so then that night when your fast asleep he can make it and have it ready by morning (+he adds a toothpick…thats so sincere to me idk…)

riwoo always has you of you on his outfit. whether writing your initials on his shoe or having a keychain of your favorite character on his belt loop or bag, its a reminder to him that he’ll always have you where ever he goes. (+ he buys 2 keychains so you can have one of your favorite character and you two can match:))

jaehyun who takes live photos for you, whether facetime photos or taking photos of you, its always live. he loves going back whenever he missed you and plays them so he can hear your laugh or see the way your cheeks rise as you smiled (+he has a live wallpaper of when he took a photo of you and got caught so your smile made it in. he uses the wallpaper as faster access to it) oh i love him

taesan who listens to all your voice notes and watches all the tiktoks you send him. as well as responding while listening to the voice notes whenever he gets to a part he needs to comment on as if he was there with you in person while also letting you know hes listening. if you spam him with tiktoks, he watches each one, then proceeds to reply to each one (+he saves all your voice notes so he can listen to them when he misses you)

leehan who has a fish family that represents you and him. he named the two parents after you both then the baby after the name you told him you wanted to name your kids one day. he also never told you that you guys have this fish family based off you two and your future kid, but its a nice reminder to him that in every universe he’ll find you again (+woonhak def walked into leehan staring at the tank while going “fish yn be nice to fish leehan😡😡😡)

[nakylvr]

— ESPRESSO

kim donghyun "leehan" x gn!reader

summary: the coffee shop you regularly go to has a new employee, a kind male your age who always seems to write your name wrong. too bad you'll never notice his attempts at talking to you, right?

warnings/tags: fluff, barista!leehan, barista!taesan mention, mild language, super short sorry

my first boynextdoor post!! requests are open for these lovely lads 🫶 i might do a pt 2 for this but for now this is it!

"y-yn?"

you hear your name, or, an attempt to say your name as you stand aside from the front counter waiting for your coffee. you walk up and grab your drink from the employee, turning it around to see another complete butchering of your name written on the cup. when you look at who's working the cashier, you see the same male you've seen the past few weeks. the one who has taken your exact same order these past few weeks, and still manages to spell your name wrong leaving his coworkers struggling to pronounce whatever he wrote.

he's cute, which is the first thing you noticed about him. his hair long enough to outline his perfect face, his brown eyes that looked like they were chocolate, the warm smile he always had on his face. god, why did this place have to get all the cute people as employees? he must be new too, judging by the way he keeps looking back at his coworkers to ask questions about the drinks and what sizes they come in. also by how nice he seems to be for the overwhelming holiday season for local coffee shops.

as you take a sip of the drink, you look at the time on your watch and realize you're running late. walking by the front counter, you go right by the male who hesitantly reaches his arm out to try and talk to you, but you don't notice as you walk out the door putting your phone to your ear.

"do you really think this is going to work?" taesan asks leehan, leaning against the counter.

"positive," leehan nods his head. "it just...may take some time."

"yeah, no shit," taesan rolls his eyes. "what are you even trying to get out of this? i'm the one actually making the drinks. you just take the orders and spell their name wrong every time."

"well," leehan starts. "they're cute, and i want to get to know them."

"so you think by writing their name wrong repeatedly will want them to talk to you and not get irritated by your incapacity to spell?" taesan raises an eyebrow at his friend.

leehan lets out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. "i don't know! i'm trying, okay?!"

"terribly," taesan mutters. "maybe actually try to have a conversation with them. you never know what could happen." he shrugs lightly.

"yeah, i guess," leehan nods.

the next morning, you walked into the coffee shop looking like you got up five minutes prior. you got essentially no sleep the previous night, and were in desperate need for a strong coffee instead of your usual. you stop in front of the counter and a male walks up to it from behind it, the same one you'd seen the past few weeks.

"hi," he says with a smile. "you gonna get your-"

"i need a quad shot iced americano."

"oh!" leehan lets out in surprise at both you cutting him off and your tone. "not-not your usual?" he asks.

you shake your head. "not today, sorry."

"no! it's okay!" leehan quickly changes the order on his side and grabs a new cup, giving a look to taesan who was already pouring the original drink for you. "uh. uhm."

you raise an eyebrow at the confusion growing visible on the barista's face, clearly not knowing how to do something. "is everything okay?" you ask.

"yep!" leehan nods quickly, clearing his throat as he writes your name on the cup. "you're all set!" he smiles.

you blink a few times, staring at him confused. "you haven't charged me yet."

"don't worry about it!" leehan's smile stays on his face. "my treat," he says before he can think.

a blush forms on your face realizing you just got your drink for free, shyly nodding your head and pushing some of your hair out of your face. "well, thank you..." your voice trails off.

"donghyun," he answers, his smile growing bigger.

"thank you, donghyun. i really appreciate it," you say, smiling back at him.

"it's not a problem," he shakes his head, his hair flowing with him. "really."

"yn?"

sending a gentle smile leehan's way, you walk over to the other side and take your drink from the black-haired male you always saw with leehan. looking at the cup, your smile grows bigger at the sight of your name. walking back up to the front, you hold the cup up in front of leehan.

"finally got my name right, hm?" you say, smiling still. you turn the cup a little bit more, failing to notice leehan's eyes widening in fear as you see numbers scribbled on it, making you confused. looking over the numbers, you realize it's a phone number. slowly lowering the cup, your smile grows bigger as you look at the male in front of you. "and more, huh?"

"uhm," leehan lets out awkwardly, shifting on his feet. "i was hoping i would be able to talk to you more," he admits, a shy smile on his face. "but i didn't really know how to go about it."

it all clicked in your brain then. "so you were writing my name wrong on purpose?" you question, but the smile remains on your face.

"yeah," he nods.

"do you have a paper and pen?" you ask, leaving leehan looking at you confused.

"here," taesan pops out of nowhere, handing you a pen and pad from his apron pocket, nudging leehan lightly before walking in the back.

scribbling your number down on the paper, you tear the page off and hand it over to the male who's staring at you in bewilderment. "here! in case the marker wipes off the cup or one of my friends tosses it," you tell him.

taking the paper from you, leehan looks it over and his face instantly turns red realizing it's your number. "oh! gotcha!" he nods, shoving it in his pocket.

your phone dings, and you pull it out of your pocket to glance at it before putting it back away. "well, i gotta get going. but, it was really nice talking to you a bit, donghyun," you say, grabbing your drink.

"yeah, you too," leehan smiles. "i'll text you after my shift!"

smiling back at him, you open the door and wave. "i'll be waiting!"

as you walk out the door, the bell dinging as you leave, there's a dumb, lovesick smile on leehan's face as he leans against the counter. he glances around, seeing no customers in the store before pumping his fist up in the air. "hell yes!" he exclaims.

"you're a fucking idiot," taesan rolls his eyes, walking back up front.

"be quiet!"

[soombee]

ᯓᥫ᭡. a love that came before us — pr , ho im jinja serious shibal

warnings , fluff fluff fluff

word count , ~400 / 0.4k words

the night before you made your decision, your mind was a hurricane of emotions. you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the weight of the past week pressed down on you. two confessions in one day—it felt like the universe had thrown you into the eye of the storm, demanding clarity where none existed

Leehan. Taesan.

your heart was tangled in the memories of both. you thought about the way leehan’s eyes softened when he looked at you, the way he stumbled through his feelings, raw and vulnerable. but then taesan’s presence filled your mind—how he was always there, his quiet but sure affection grounding you when everything felt like too much, he felt like home

it wasn’t just about who you felt for—it was about who made you feel safe, understood, and free. you closed your eyes, replaying taesan’s confession in your head

before sleeping, you whispered to the night, “give me a sign. something.. anything.”

8:30 am — it’s a sunny day

the next day, you tried to go about your usual routine, hoping distraction would bring clarity. but everything reminded you of them—there were fishies everywhere, black cats swarmed the streets of la..

feeling restless, you decided to walk to the park to clear your mind. the morning was cold though the golden light of the sun looked so warm. you wandered aimlessly until your feet brought you to the small park you hadn’t been to in years

wait— is that..?

you didn’t expect taesan to be at your childhood park, looking like he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary—just sitting on a bench, his head tilted back as he watched the clouds drift by, headphones on, presumably playing some emo music.. but something about the sight of him, so peaceful and unguarded, made your breath hitch

he hadn’t seen you yet, so you hesitated, unsure if this was the sign you’d been asking for. you could turn around, leave before he noticed, and keep wrestling with your decision but then he looked up. his eyes locked with yours, his face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and something deeper—hope..?

“yn?” he called, not hesitating to stand from the bench and walk towards you

“taesan..” you said, your voice softer than you intended

“..what are you doing here?” he asked, his hands slithered up to his nape as he stopped in front of you, looking down at you

you shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips, “I could ask you the same thing,” oh how you missed the sound of his voice

he laughed lightly, “guess i needed some air.. a lot on my mind, haha”

“me too,” you admitted, your eyes scanning his face, the world seemed quieter with him here, like the universe had pressed pause on everything else that’s been weighing down on you

for a moment, neither of you said anything. then, impulsively, you blurted out, “can we walk for a bit?”

he smiled, nodding, “yeah, i’d like that.”

as you strolled side by side through the park, the decision you’d agonized over the night before began to crystallize. the way Taesan walked beside you, not rushing or pressuring, just being there—it felt like everything you’d ever wanted but hadn’t known how to name

and in that moment, you just knew.

the universe didn’t have to scream at you; it had whispered

you glanced at him, heart pounding, “taesan,” you said softly, breaking the silence

he turned to you briefly at the red light, his gaze calm but curious, “hm?”

you fiddled with the hem of your top, the words on the tip of your tongue. it was now or never, “i’ve made my decision”

the fist inside his pocket tightened ever so slightly, but he kept his eyes on the crosswalk, “you don’t have to rush—”

“i choose you,” you interrupted, your voice firmer this time, “i want to be with you, han taesan”

he turned to you fully now, eyes wide and his expression stunned, “you..you’re sure?”

you nodded, chest tightening, “i’ve thought about it all week, taesan. you’ve been there for me when things were messy, when I didn’t even know what I wanted. and when I was confused, you were my clarity”

for a moment, he didn’t say anything, his jaw clenching as if he was holding back a flood of emotions. then, slowly, a smile broke across his face—a smile so warm it made your heart ache, “yn,” he breathed, his voice trembling slightly, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear that.. YOU’RE SERIOUS RIGHT?”

“i think i do,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes as the relief of finally saying it out loud settled over you, “and yes i’m soo serious”

he reached over, his hand cupping your cheek as he searched your face. “you won’t regret this, i promise i’ll never ever give you a reason to..” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your skin, “but like.. you’re 200% sure right..”

you giggle, leaning into his touch, “ho im jinja serious,” you ruffled his hair, “shibal..” you say in a quiet tone, like one of those “dafuq” trends

once the walk light turned on, he took your hand and skipped all the way to your house. the rest of the day was different—his hands always somehow found your body—whether it be your hands or waist, he was ALWAYS touching you. and, finally, for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace

with taesan, everything just felt right.

mlist | next

mingyu popbase meme just basically means that taesan is obessed w u heh

taglist (open) ! @voikiraz @httpenhoon @tkooooop @haechology @prettiann @endtostartbreathin @1starqi

[lxvsiick]

O U R

PART 25 | cat boy (written)

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

“Cheok paraseo, gogina sseuneun geon ttak jukgiboda shireunde…”

Taesan mumbled the lyrics under his breath as he wandered aimlessly through campus, his Music Theory lecture still echoing faintly in his mind. His thoughts meandered until something — or rather, someone — snapped him out of his daze.

A familiar silhouette just ahead made his heart stutter.

A smile tugged at his lips as he recognized the figure. Without thinking twice, he pulled his headphones down around his neck and quickened his pace, his long strides effortlessly closing the distance.

“Y/n!” he called out.

She turned at the sound of her name, her eyes widening in surprise before her face lit up with a smile.

“Taesan, hi!” she greeted, cheeks tinged with a soft pink. She gave a small wave with her free hand, the other gripping the handle of a bulky art case.

“Where are you headed?” he asked, nodding toward the case she carried.

“The art studio,” she replied with a warm grin.

Before she could say another word, Taesan gently slid the case out of her grasp.

“Wait—what are you—?”

“I’ll come with you,” he beamed, already walking beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/n blinked, then let out a quiet giggle. “Okay then.”

They walked side by side, wrapped in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, Taesan snuck glances at her, heart fluttering at how the sunlight caught in her hair, or how her nose crinkled just slightly when she smiled to herself.

Y/n noticed, of course. His not-so-subtle glances were like little sparks, and she couldn’t keep the small, amused smile from forming on her lips. Her cheeks stayed warm, not just from the sun.

Taesan finally broke the silence. “Hey, Y/n.”

She looked up at him, curious. “Yeah?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers fidgeting. “I saw your post about Mrs. Han, and Sunoo commented that you’re going to ‘disappear for a month’ or something. Is that true?”

Y/n laughed, the sound bright and effortless. “Sunoo’s just being dramatic, as usual.”

She looked up at him as they walked. “When I’ve got a ton of assignments and a big project, I sort of... go ghost. I focus on work and barely leave my house. I check my phone sometimes, but I don’t really text back unless it’s urgent.”

Taesan nodded slowly. “So… you’re not going to vanish off the face of the earth?”

Y/n shook her head, smiling. “Of course not. Besides, if you want to talk to me, you’ve got my number. And my socials. I might not reply instantly, but I’ll definitely reply.”

Taesan blinked. “W-wait, I can text you?”

She tilted her head, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “I mean you have my number, don’t you? What, were you planning to just look at it and never use it?”

His ears turned bright red. “N-no! I just didn’t wanna... bother you or anything.”

Y/n nudged him with her shoulder playfully. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. In fact, I’d be kinda disappointed if you didn’t.”

Taesan choked on his breath, heart stuttering again.

By the time they reached the studio, Taesan was sure he could hear his pulse louder than his footsteps. He followed Y/n inside, taking in the cozy chaos of the room filled with art supplies, unfinished projects, and sun-dappled windows.

“You can put my case over there,” Y/n said, pointing to a long table tucked in the corner. She flicked the lights on and began unpacking her laptop and sketchbooks.

Taesan obediently carried the case over, setting it down carefully before turning to find her already seated, flipping through her sketchpad. He stood awkwardly, unsure if he should leave or linger.

He kinda looked like this: 🧍🏻‍♂️.

Y/n noticed. She glanced at him over her shoulder and patted the empty seat beside her. “You’re not just gonna stand there, are you? Come sit.”

Taesan looked around, then pointed to himself. “Me?”

Y/n snorted. “No, the ghost behind you. Yes, you, dummy.”

Taesan’s ears turned scarlet as he dropped his bag and slid into the seat beside her. Idiot, he thought to himself.

He watched in quiet awe as Y/n pulled out her sketches and plans. Her art was raw but beautiful, expressive in ways words couldn’t be. He found himself leaning closer, eyes wide.

“You’re insanely talented,” he said, genuinely impressed.

Y/n blushed. “Ah, I’m really not…”

“I’m serious!” he said, holding up one of her sketches. “This? This is a masterpiece. And it’s just a sketch!”

Y/n ducked her head, cheeks glowing. “Thank you.”

They fell into a rhythm—Y/n sketching, Taesan pulling out his laptop to tweak a song idea. Every now and then, Taesan tossed out a cheeky comment just to make her laugh or fluster her, and Y/n threw a few playful remarks right back. Their energy was magnetic, the kind of spark that didn’t need words to be understood.

It felt... natural. Like this was how it had always been. Like this was how it was supposed to be.

Suddenly, the studio door creaked open. Both of them turned.

Sungho stepped in with his own art case, freezing in the doorway when he saw the two of them.

His surprised expression melted into a knowing smirk.

“Hey, guys,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Sungho hyung,” Taesan greeted, raising a brow suspiciously.

“Don’t mind me,” Sungho said casually, walking to a table on the opposite side. “Just here to work. I’ll be very quiet and won’t disturb the cute couple—uh, I mean, friends—over there.”

Y/n let out a short laugh, glancing at Taesan with an amused shrug before going back to her sketchbook, her cheeks burning.

Taesan rolled his eyes but didn’t miss the growing smirk on Sungho’s face. The older boy discreetly pulled out his phone and, with a not-so-sneaky snap, took a picture of them sitting close together.

Oh yeah. He was definitely sending that to the group chat.

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

PART 24 | PART 26

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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?

𓂃۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x 7th member!reader

𓂃۶ৎ GENRE(S) : smau, romance

𓂃۶ৎ WARNING(S) : kys/kms jokes, sexual jokes, gay jokes, random timestamps/timeskips, profanities, mentions of food

𓂃۶ৎ STATUS : completed!

𓂃۶ৎ AUTHOR'S NOTE : YAYYYYY NEW SMAU!!! I've been anticipating writing this one and I'm so happy to finally share it with all of you! I just think this is a new interesting take of a smau bcs I believe I haven't seen anyone do such a smau before! Place your bets! Who do you think is y/n's secret boyfriend?~ 😉 (credits to original owner for the main header!)

𓂃۶ৎ This is purely fictional and does not reflect the idols' real personality!

PROFILES

WHO WHO WHO'S THERE?

BOY BOY BOYNEXTDOOR!

CHAPTERS

01. fish police

02. yn x bubbles the fifth

03. leehan's sexy nonchalant bf moment

04. Thomas the Train written

05. alpha males

06. daebak escape arc

07. @taeandco(at)

08. baldy sungho

09. pp comeback

10. taiyaki whore

11. yn harem written

12. magical girl taesan

13. yn deathbed era

14. bearyoncé

15. red roses delivery

16. caught in 4k??

17. rainy situation written

18. leehan's cherry...coke???

19. babyhak, uwu 🥺

20. leehan's best girl

21. livestream gone wrong written

22. yn's dessert expert written

23. lice world domination

24. the plane menace

25. boomer jaehyun

26. the arcade duo written

27. an airport catastrophe written

28. it's not your fault

29. thanks, Sungho written

30. my best mistake (you) written

31. my darling you

BONUS CHAPTERS

1. discord kitten

2. new rumours?!?!

3. our youth is free

@coriihanniee 💌

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