#tbz new fluff

[slytherinshua]

A BIT TIPSY

genre. fluff. warnings. chanhee is very drunk. they're engaged. kissing. not proofread. pairing. fiancé!chanhee x fem!reader. wc. 796. request. for @heavenfilm who started this all 😞 a/n. inspired on this boylog where chanhee got very drunk and was just so cute :( ofc i had to feed into the delusions.

“You’re so red, baby. How much did you drink?” You met eyes with your fiancé who stood in the doorway, clad in his pyjamas. His face was flushed bright pink and his eyes drooped down, threatening to close at any time. You had heard the drunken chatter of the boys in the kitchen, taking shots of soju and eating shrimp together. Chanhee had gotten the most drunk by far. You could easily tell by his voice leading the conversation, mostly consisting of nonsensical sentences leaving his mouth while Changmin, Eric and Juyeon tried to follow along. He was a handful when drunk.

“Just a tiny bit.” Chanhee giggled, stumbling forward until he reached the bed. He landed messily, his head falling right in your lap. He didn’t bother trying to sit up, deciding that how he landed was entirely on purpose and your lap was far too comfortable to leave in any case.

“Looks like it was a lot more than a tiny bit.” You pointed out.

“Fine. But I’m not drunk!” He insisted, raising his head to meet your eyes as if it would prove his point.

“Sure you’re not.” You teased, brushing some of his black hair to the side, revealing his pink forehead. 

“You don’t believe me.” He frowned. He could still read you so easily even when drunk. He wasn’t going to be fooled by you playing along to his declaration. 

“You need sleep, Chanhee, love.” You knew he wouldn’t listen to you immediately. But from how inebriated he was, you were sure he was going to crash soon. 

Just as expected, he shook his head immediately, “I’m not tired.” You scoffed at his slurred words. He had been doing MV shoots for the last 3 days and was out shopping all day in Jeju. He texted you how exhausted he was hours ago. Anyone would be able to see the blatant lie.

Chanhee really did need sleep, even if he said he didn’t. If he was going to ignore your first suggestion, you would have to switch to other means. Bribery usually worked with him, drunk or sober.

“If I give you a kiss will you go to sleep?” You asked, smiling when his eyebrows furrowed at your question. He lifted his head from your lap, glancing up at you to make sure you were serious about your suggestion before sitting up fully.

“A real kiss? You won’t trick me with just a peck, right?” He pouted, and you laughed. How could he look so cute? Face all flushed, a sulky expression adorning it, and messy hair completing the look.

“I won’t.”

“Promise? Pinky promise?!” He was trying to sound as serious as possible, but given the way his words slurred together, he just sounded like he was running on 1 working brain cell. Which was probably the case.

“Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky to him, letting him link it with his and stamp your thumbs.

“If you break your promise, I’m getting a divorce.” He warned you, “Cheating your husband out of kisses is the worst offence.” He whispered the last part as he neared your lips. 

You wanted to remind him that you weren’t actually married yet, and so it was impossible for him to divorce you if you broke the promise, but his lips stopped you from getting any other words out. The taste of soju lingered on his lips, but you were going to keep your word. You let him kiss you as long as he wanted to, soon getting used to the scent and taste of alcohol that was left from his lips. When he finally broke off the kiss, he seemed extremely satisfied that you had kept your promise.

“I knew my wife wouldn’t be cheap. Now we can stay married forever!” He said excitedly. You nodded along to his words with an endeared smile on your face. It warmed your heart to hear him address you as his wife, even if you hadn’t made it official quite yet.

“You’re gonna keep up your end of the deal too, right?” You reminded Chanhee, giggling when his smile slowly turned into a pout again.

“Fine, only because I love you.” He settled down without any further protest, though he did insist that it was his turn to be the little spoon. You expected he would fall asleep quickly, but you underestimated just how quickly. He was out almost as soon as he closed his eyes. 

You hugged him tightly and listened to his steady breathing. It relaxed you to a state of drowsiness as well. You were left to think about his drunken words again in your head, butterflies tingling in your stomach when you remembered how the word “wife” sounded from his mouth. 

↳ the boyz taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @blossominghunnie,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,,

@lecheugo,, @seunghancore,, @heavenfilm,, @recordsfilm,, @bananabubble,,

@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows

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[sanaxo-o]

Couple Thrifting (Choi Chanhee)

Genre: fluff and very cute lmao, couple things…, Chanhee calls the reader angel once ig

Sana: so I wrote this in an hour (if you remove the time I kept on talking with Ves lmao) and honestly I had this in my drafts for over a month and @hursheys helped me incorporate it and didn’t let me give up on it yesterday when I was dying to do that lmao. Also thank you to vesper for beta reading this short thing of mine lolol. Hope I see some interactions when I get back 🙏.

Word count: 778

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @mosviqu @kimsohn @deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @bella-feed

I let out a whine as Chanhee drags me from one shop to another. As much as I love him and his endless passion for shopping, sometimes I just wanna let him do the shopping part as I sit somewhere quiet and eat food.

I enter another vintage shop he found as he goes in the shop with his fingers intertwined with mine.

I couldn’t help but slightly blush at that unintentional tight grip he had on my hand as he didn’t let go of me the whole time.

I let him wander around the shop for a bit as I looked at the various collections of hats they had on display. I couldn’t help but take a liking towards the hello kitty hat which was displayed. Picking it up, I examined it thoroughly as I felt a smile creeping up my face when I remembered Chanhee’s crazy obsession with hello kitty.

“Angel, could you come here for a moment?” I placed the hat back down as I walked deeper into the store to find where Chanhee was.

I saw him holding a matching pair of sweaters. It was a turtleneck sweater and a few ropes were attached to it. One had black and blue while the other had pink and blue.

“Why are you holding two sweaters?” I asked while grabbing the pink and blue sweater and examined it.

“Matching clothes, go and get changed.” He said with a slight roll of his eyes as he ushered me in the changing room while he went to wear his own outfit.

After a while I come out of the room and show the outfit to Chanhee. He immediately told me to pose by the window as he took out his camera and took a few pictures.

I saw him look around the store and immediately grabbed the white bow clip and styled my hair with it.

Grabbing my arm he walked around the store with me as he immediately halted when he saw a white tote bag with a few designs on it.

Handing it to me, he looked around the store to look for a few more accessories which would go with my outfit.

“Chanhee..I think we bought enough items.” I assured him as I stopped him from looking for anything else.

“But I wanna dress you up and style you.” He mumbled quietly and looked around the store again.

“How about you go wait outside while I pay for our clothes? We can go to another vintage shop if you’re that desperate to dress me up.” I joked with a small laugh as I gave a small peck on his cheeks.

Chanhee just gave a small nod and walked out of the door. I took this as a chance and grabbed the hello kitty hat I had seen and immediately paid for it with the other things.

Exiting the shop I saw Chanhee taking a few pictures of himself. I take out the hello kitty hat and gently place it on his head.

“Hmm?” Chanhee hums in confusion as he looks up at me and then grabs the hat I had placed on his head.

I saw an instant smile taking a place on his features as he looked up at me with a huge smile on his face, “Where did you get it?” He asked happily as he told me to take a few pictures of him.

I heave out a deep sigh jokingly but take a few pictures either way. “Well I knew you have a crazy obsession with hello kitty so when I saw that hat on the display I had to buy it as a surprise for you, you know?” I answer as I click a few pictures of him.

“Why do you know me so well?” He says with a laugh as I make sure to take pictures of him at that moment. “Even I have something for you.” He says as he takes out a small locket from his pocket.

I gently grabbed it from his hands and examined it, the vintage design on it made it all the more unique, “We can keep a picture in it. I bought one for myself too. This way we can always be with each other even when we’re not together.” I smile shyly when he says that but feel my heart swell with love when I see the love Chanhee held in his eyes for me.

“Should we go get some printouts of our favourite pictures of each other then?” Hearing my question Chanhee’s eyes immediately sparkle with excitement as he stands up from the bench in excitement.

“Let’s go!”

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[itsbeeble]

Eyes Wide Open (Tore You Right Apart)

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee has a hard time trusting others, and when his mother ropes you into a favor, he makes it clear that he doesn't like you one bit. After a few tense run-ins, Chanhee realizes that he needs your help to get his...persistent ex-girlfriend off his back. The problem? You're not exactly in a forgiving mood. But for his mother's sake, you're willing to play along— just this once.

GENRE: fluff, smut, angst (each part will be individually labeled)

PAIRING: Choi Chanhee x fem!reader

THE BOYZ Masterlist

PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn @flwoie @captain-brie

SERIES TAGLIST: @sanaxo-o @from-izzy

Warnings: fake dating, idol au, smut, fluff, angst, more warnings to be added

18+ MDNI BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

A/N: Yall school has been such a shit showw so i haven't been able to write anything BUTTTT I'm here with a new, probably short series that I'm going to be posting for my birthday THE BIG TWO-ONE WHAAAATTTTTTT. This came to me in a dream i think idk but it initially wasn't supposed to be a series. ANYWAYYYY I HOPE YALL ENJOY!!! FIRST PART WWILL BE POSTED AT ROUGHLY 4PM EST ON 10/24

Chapter 1: Big Ego, Slightly Bigger Bank Account

Chapter 2: tba...

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[jinkoh]

we keep this love in a photograph

chanhee x gn!reader x changmin

tags: established poly relationship, hurt/comfort, reader is feeling a little lonely, idol q & new; SFW

wc: 1.5k

a/n: new's ig post with the picture of him and changmin brushing their teeth is to blame for this somehow, even though it doesn't rlly have anything to do with the plot of this fic lol also thank you @blizzardfluffykpop for coming up with ideas for this with me (and for letting me use them)<3

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Your fingers wandered over the spines of the photo albums, all of them neatly arranged on the shelf in the living room, a collection of your precious memories. After a moment of consideration your hand stopped at 2021. It was the first album Chanhee had made for the three of you. It’d been a christmas gift for Changmin and you, something to commemorate that first year of your relationship. You remembered tearing up when you first looked through it together, Changmin and you each taking up one side of the couch with your boyfriend in the middle. Chanhee had taken his time turning the pages, reminiscing over the pictures he’d taken over the course of the year. At times, Changmin and you would chime in with little stories and details you remembered.

It was hard to believe all of that was almost three years ago. You missed those days, tonight more than ever. You took out the album and sat down on the fuzzy pink rug on the floor that Changmin and you had bought for Chanhee’s birthday last year. He’d loved it so much that he’d immediately laid down on the soft material, all smiles and giggles. This year, he hadn’t been home for his birthday and neither had Changmin. Of course that was just the reality of their job, but not being able to celebrate with them had made you feel incredibly lonely. These days you were feeling lonely a lot. They were gone so much that you basically lived alone in a flat too big for just one person. And when they were home, like now, sleeping soundly, you still felt oddly isolated. As if all the time spent apart made you forget how to be together.

With a small sigh you opened the album, thumbing through the pages and letting yourself be overcome with the nostalgia of that time. There were pictures of the three of you in the dorms or in your cramped little flat with the ugly mismatched tiles (you’d only moved in together the year after). There were picnics and birthday cakes and pictures from the little trip to the beach you took at the end of that summer. And of course, pictures from Halloween, with a completely hyped up Changmin grinning widely into the camera, his Chucky costume all in place. You remembered the way he’d sulked mere minutes before that, frustrated because he couldn’t get the make up right. 

"What are you doing, love?" Chanhee asked softly, trying not to make you startle but you did nonetheless. You hadn't noticed him coming into the living room at all, but now he was walking over and sitting down on the rug behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could look at the photobook in your lap.

"Oh? Halloween from 3 years ago?" He said with a soft chuckle when he spotted the photos of Changmin in his Chucky costume. "I'll never understand his love for these dolls but he looked kinda cute though. Especially when he asked you to fix his make-up, all pouty."

"Yeah," you couldn't help but smile too, remembering your other boyfriend's adorable face. "We were really happy then."

You felt Chanhee looking at your side profile but you didn't try to meet his gaze.

"We're happy now too," he said but it almost sounded like a question.

You pressed your lips together.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He was so gentle and caring, not the slightest bit of pressure in the way he asked. And yet it felt so hard to respond.

"I—" you paused, feeling yourself choke up, "I miss you."

Chanhee's arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. "But lovey, we're here, we're right here," he whispered close to your ear.

"Are you really, though? Sometimes I feel like with your job you're more away than here and I know it can't be helped, it's just—I'm lonely. You're always together, you have each other, you don't have to miss each other, but I'm always alone."

"Oh, love," he pulled you even closer, his arms around you warm and safe. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that we made you feel lonely. But you know we miss you too, right? We might be together, but we miss you all the time and we talk about you all the time. You're really precious to us. We don’t miss you any less just because we’re together."

"I know, I know, it's just—" you bit your tongue. What point was there in saying anything anyway? It wasn’t like he could really change the situation. Voicing your stupid insecurities would only make him feel guilty. "Nevermind."

"But I do mind." He nudged your jaw with his nose. "Tell me."

"It's stupid."

"Tell me anyway. I'm an expert at listening to stupid things."

"I don't know," you fumbled with your fingers, trying not to let tears well up in your eyes, "Sometimes I just wonder where I fit in with the two of you… if at all."

“Of course you do!” His voice sounded heated, just so desperate to reassure you, but when he continued it turned weak instead, way too aware that what he, what they could offer wasn’t the best deal. “I know there isn’t enough time, there never is. And I wish there was an easy solution to that, but I can’t see one. I—we can’t always make time for you the way you deserve. But I promise we’ll always make room for you. We can’t always be together, but there will always be space for you. Am I even—Does that even make sense?” His voice quivered and you felt yourself choking up at how desperate he was to make things right.

“I’m just—You’ll always have a home with us. And you’re home to us, too, you know? No matter how long we’re away, this is our home. You are.” He paused, leaning his forehead against your back and you thought you felt him shaking. “Is that not enough? Can’t that be enough?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, pointlessly trying to stop the tears that were already spilling out. No matter how lonely you felt at times, there was no way you could let go of this, not when you were loved this much, not when you loved them this much.

“It’s enough,” you whispered, your hands moving to cover his that were still wrapped around your body. “It has to be enough.”

“What are you doing?” Another sleepy voice interrupted you. Changmin was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes before shuffling over and laying down next to you. You automatically lifted up the album in your lap so he could rest his head on your thigh.

“Don’t just leave me behind,” he mumbled, eyes already falling shut again, “It’s lonely.”

"See?" Chanhee left a small peck on your cheek, "we get lonely too."

"Really lonely," Changmin agreed but he was clearly half asleep again.

Chanhee carefully stood up, making sure not to disrupt your boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, following him with your eyes as he walked over to the glass cabinet where he kept his film camera.

"I have an album to fill, right?" He replied back with a smile before lifting his camera to take a picture of you and Changmin.

"Come here," you waved him over, "you should be in it too. We don't have enough pictures of the three of us."

With a smile he sat back down behind you, turning around the camera and stretching out his arm to capture all three of you.

"Satisfied?" He asked with another peck to your cheek.

"One more, for good measure," you replied before turning your head and kissing him back. He smiled and lifted the camera once more, your lips still on his cheek when the shutter clicked.

"Unfair," Changmin mumbled, "where's my kisses?"

You chuckled fondly, leaning down to plaster his face with a zillion little pecks until he broke out into sleepy giggles. "Okay, okay, enough already." You pressed just one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. 

"Should we go back to bed?" Chanhee asked, his head resting on your shoulder again while his hand reached around you and gently brushed a strand of hair out of Changmin's forehead. “It’s late.” 

"Let's stay here a little longer," you replied, not quite willing to let go of the sweet warmth and comfort yet. All of this felt so familiar, so much like home. Maybe you hadn't forgotten how to be together after all, maybe it'd just been your insecurities getting to your head and making you overthink. After a beat you added, "I think I'm really happy right now."

"Me too," Chanhee whispered into your ear.

"Me too," Changmin mumbled in your lap.

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[astrae4]

WARDROBE WONDERS | choi chanhee

pairing: theboyz’s agent!chanhee x agent!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity (wc. 861)

warnings: hateful words towards each other, mention of guns and violence, they’re stealing things…

notes: forgot to post this in drafts…

more works: navigation | tbz!mlist

YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. You must have used up your luck this week after you found a five dollar bill under your couch and got a free pass to the onsen because you were their 1000th customer. You shouldn’t have passed that tiktok video saying that you’d have bad luck this week if you didn’t use their sound. (You believe it’s bullsht but you’d do anything to not be in this position right now.)

How else would you have landed a duo mission with Choi Chanhee of all people? The probability isn’t even small.

“Head out of the clouds, dumbass,” said the man, breaking you out of your trance, “Gosh, I wonder how you got chosen when a child has a better attention span than you.”

Ah right, you forgot that you were breaking into some billionaire’s mansion right now, trying to decode this fancy air vent door without notifying the whole world that ‘Hey! Two agents are trying to break in a house right now to steal some important documents!”

“Well it seems that this dumbass got chosen because unlike someone, they got the highest mark in the agent training program.”

You could practically sense his eye roll as you concentrated on opening the lock.

“Well hurry up, we don’t have all night—”

Click.

The sound of the vent door unlocking seemed to shut him up as you both put aside your dislike of each other to focus on completing the mission unharmed.

At the very least, you both knew when to stop spiting each other when the mission truly starts getting a bit life-threatening.? (worst thing that could happen was death, no biggie!)

I was silent as you both crawled inside the vents, and it was silent too when you both lowered yourself down inside the designated room.

Man, was this place screaming money. The room was huge—you think it could be the size of a hockey rink. It was supposedly a ‘guest room’ so it had beds and everything, but obviously, not everything is as it seems. This room contained many important documents (in hiding) and they had approximately 20 minutes to find it before security finishes their break shift.

Immediately, you both were against time to search this place.

It probably took around fifteen minutes before you saw a sealed envelope inside a hidden cabinet under the bed. You reached for it and smiled when you saw a red stamp. Yep, this was it.

“Got it, let’s go.” you said, turning to Chanhee. He nodded, tidying up both your traces.

However, just before you could open the vent door for your escape, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Both your heads turned to each other in alarm.

“In here,” Chanhee whisper-shouted, opening the wardrobe. Both of you immediately went in and shut it cautiously.

The door opens and you both hold your breaths. Thankfully, you didn’t leave anything suspicious. It only took a minute before the noise of a door closing could be heard, and the footsteps left alongside it.

You take out a breath of relief, before turning to Chanhee—

Oh, wait.

Only now did you realize your positions.

The wardrobe was SMALL. Like—XXS Bella Hadid small. (😏) Chanhee was under you, his legs shut together. His legs were long, though, so you could feel his knees pressing against your back as you were on your knees, both legs on either side of him. With no space between, you realize his hands made itself comfortable on your waist as yours did beside his head. You were so close to him—so so close that in fact, when you looked at him, you were only wee centimeters away from his face. You felt hot, and it surely wasn’t because of the temperature.

“Staring’s a bad habit, babe,” the said man whispered, a smirk on his face. You could feel your face flush as annoyance bubbled up your throat, but you forced everything down as you bit back your hand which was incredibly close to landing itself towards Chanhee’s face.

“So is being delusional if you think anyone in their right mind would find you attractive,” you spited, before opening the wardrobe slowly.

The road back towards the roof was quiet, as neither wanted to alert anything and risk themself to be caught.

Finally, you thought as you reached the escape van parked a few miles away from the mansion, I should enjoy a hot tub after this—

The alarms blared.

Ah, spoke too soon.

You hurried into the shotgun, same did Chanhee in the driver’s seat as he accelerated quickly. You could hear screams, security noticing you and starting to chase after you. Gunshots could be heard, as well as screams. You unload your gun to start shooting at them back as well. On top of all the chaos, the man still decided that he needed to get the last word.

“I’m not delusional, and you know it too!” He exclaimed in psychopathic glee as he swerved right sharply, “If we survive this, we will be talking about it.”

You could’ve just ignored him as usual, but why did you start shooting more precisely?

TAGLIST — @ja4hyvn @flwoie @sulkygyu @xiaoderrrr @ineedaherosavemeenow @lonewolfjinji @teddywonss @taerae-verse @kyusqult

NETWORKS — @deoboyznet @k-labels

© astrae4 2023 | please don’t copy, translate, or plagiarize my works on all platforms!

[cloverdaisies]

# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

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Plumping candy, you make it pop!

[winterchimez]

Redemption of Love

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

GENRE & WARNINGS: phantom of the opera au, angst, supernatural, thriller, crime, fluff, time travel, reincarnation, major & minor character deaths, otome, pg-13

RELEASE: 01/10/2023

FINISHED: tba

STATUS: ongoing!!

A/N: i am beyond thrilled & excited to finally announce season 2 of old tales, new beginnings!! it makes me so happy to be able to come back to this series after taking a break since the previous one. this time, it's based on phantom of the opera, and what's special about this is that there's 2 members in this particular season aka our beloved SangNew!! hence, i've decided to opt for the otome route, where you get to pick either Chanhee's or Sangyeon's route towards the end of the story. i'm super pumped for this season, and i hope you guys will hop on along the ride with me!!

giving a shoutout to my biggest supporters since day 1, @sungbeam & @cloverdaisies for brainstorming, planning, and helping me so much for this season. no words can ever describe how grateful i am for you both 🥹🫶🏻❤️

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prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chanhee's route

sangyeon's route

epilogue

chanhee's route

sangyeon's route

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[cynosureness]

Summer Strikes

pairing; sunwoo x fem!reader

genre; first meeting, strangers to lovers

summary; To get more into the small town you moved into, you go into a library and meet someone that might change your life forever.

a/n; This is kinda like a mix of scenes from summer strike into one, changing it up. I’ve been obsessed with that drama lately but I was disappointed due to the lack of romance, so I decided to write my own version. This is probably nothing like sunwoo but I TRIED!!!!!! 😞

Word count; 884 words : )

March 6th, it’s the blooming of the blossoms in Angok, South Korea. A idyllic town, full of surprises and seasonal flowers. Your previous life was challenging because of your job, and your relationships were never working out. As a result, you’ve moved here to become more joyous and live independently.

You were approached with a stunning library. Out of everything, you’ve always enjoyed reading books, because it gave you a path and opportunity to space out from life and into a world of peace. As you walk into the library, you get an immediate sense of comfort. Feeling excited, you go ahead up to the counter.

“Hello, I’m new here, and I want to apply for a membership today.” You say as you awkwardly lean over the desk waiting for the woman’s response. She looks up for a minute then goes back to her computer.

“Name?” She replies, sounding a little bit like she hates her life and wants to die.

“Y/N.”

“Smile for this picture, Y/N.” she says as she suddenly snaps a picture for the card. You were caught off guard, meaning you had a sudden expression on your face.

“This card will take a while to be registered, but for now I’ll let you read and explore.” She waves with a passive-aggressive expression.

“Oh-uh, alright then.” You softly wave back , and walk away towards a table. “Hmm.” You pat the table and get up. Heading towards a random aisle in many rows of books.

“Uhm, miss? Do you mind recommending me a book?” You ask, as you see a lady with slightly long hair standing at the end of the aisle. But instead of her saying anything, the woman turns around. But they were in fact not a woman at all. They were a he, a boy. A very— nice looking guy.

“Oh, uhm, I’m so sorry!” You say, immediately apologizing over and over again, and starting to leave. But something in you didn’t want you to leave. You couldn’t move like your feet were stuck with glue on the ground.

The boy tilts his head slightly. “Oh, uh, it’s okay. Haha..” he says, fixing his hair as it previously flowed to the left. “Well did you ask for book recommendations? I know a lot. Well actually everything considering I work here—but anyway I can recommend you some!” He said that quite enthusiastically, as if he’d been waiting his entire life for somebody to ask that question.

The sun radiantly beamed on him, proving his tan skin. Something about his energy made him seem like the sun himself. A million thoughts were going on in your head at once. Like, “Should I say yes? Should I just walk away? Should I ask if he has a girlfrie- wait no, that’s too straightforward.”

He stands there with a friendly expression, quietly waiting on your response. That’s when you realize a few seconds have gone by while you were thinking, and that it’s time to rev up an answer.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine, please do!” You say swinging your arms slightly by your hips. “Are you a new member?” He asks, leading you to another aisle. “Oh yeah I am. I just literally got a registration. The names Y/N.” You say. You’re not sure why you even mentioned your name, you don’t even know what to do around such a handsome guy in the first place.

“My names Kim Sunwoo. We’ll be seeing each other a lot now from now on.” He says. You both suddenly stop after going down 3 aisles. He picks up the book off the shelf and reads it. “It happed on summer, by Tessa Bailey. This is a very nice book, and it really reminds me of this town, Angok.” He hands you the book with a cute smile. “Thank you, I’ll take care of it well, Mr. Kim!” You say as you take the book from his hands.

He smiles, and his smile is really cute. Almost like…a tiger? No, no. A raccoon, maybe? “Hey, has anyone ever said you looked like a raccoon?” You say suddenly, maybe because you wanted to keep talking to him. Your heart was pounding as you realized how close you were to him.

He blinks slowly. “Well, uh, no. Not really.” He scratches the back of his head. “But I’ll appreciate what you said, as if that was supposed to be a compliment?” He questioned. “O-oh yeah it definitely is one!”You say out of nervousness.

It’s silent for a bit, as you two are both thinking about but can say anything due to being introverted. “Well then I’ll see you lat-“ you say at the same time as he asks you a question.

“Wait, what was it that you were going to say?” Your eyes twinkling. He hesitated while looking around. “Uhm, I need your number so we can stay in contact—Like, if a book gets broken or anything, you know.”

“Oh yeah!” You say while putting your hand in your purse to retrieve your phone. Here it is! You open up your phone to the phone app and allow him to put in his number.

Rather than being something like library concerns, it seemed more as a way to see each other more often than just at the library.

[slytherinshua]

LIPSTICK STAINS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!chanhee x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. chanhee husband agenda idk what else to say...

Chanhee’s breath was taken away every time he walked into your art studio. Falling in love with you and your paintings had been one of the dreamiest experiences of his life. But now, being able to walk into your little art studio a couple blocks away from your house, visiting you as you worked as your husband? That reality was infinitely more dreamy to him.

He would truly never get tired of any of it. The smell of fresh paint and clean fabric as he walked through the door, the soft classical music that you liked to listen to while creating your paintings— it was all so beautiful to him. Your whole process was unique, and each painting turned out so beautifully different from the last.

You specialized in portraits; another of the many reasons that Chanhee had fallen for you. You had a passion for capturing a person’s emotion and soul in a painting. The way you painted them held such vulnerability, like you were telling a whole story through each stroke of paint to the canvas.

Of course, as you started dating Chanhee, and fell more in love with the man than you thought possible for a person, your paintings slowly found themselves a new muse. He held the title more proudly than anything else. He was a muse for an artist. He was your muse. And, oh, how you loved to paint him.

Chanhee could name about 30 or more paintings that you had done of him over the years. You could name at least 50 more. You only showed him ones when he begged you to. And he always wanted to see when he was aware you had painted him again— which is why you stopped telling him. 

You didn’t mind showing him the ones you were proud of, but you never felt like your art was really good enough. Chanhee strongly disagreed, though. He always praised your paintings as if you were the next Leonardo Da Vinci (which, in his mind, you were). You had a secret stash of scrapped or unfinished paintings of your husband which only you were aware of. It was like a small treasure trove— and you had full intention to fix and finish each one of the paintings over the course of time.

You were working on one of those unfinished paintings when Chanhee walked in. He always knocked softly on the wall to alert you of his presence since there was no door to your painting room. You easily got zoned into your paintings and were easily startled by loud noises or suddenly appearing husbands who wanted back hugs. (Not that Chanhee knew from experience, or anything.)

You hummed softly when you heard his knock, a small sign to Chanhee that you were aware of his presence and that he could come in. You were focused on applying a burnt orange colour to the background of the painting, and your husband watched you with a smitten smile on his face. When you finished applying the orange and put down your paintbrush, turning around to him, his smile widened.

“What are you painting today?” He asked curiously, seeing the beautiful mess of colours on the large canvas. It wasn’t immediately noticeable to the naked eye that his face would soon be on that canvas as well. Your art style was always a mix of mediums and colours. You never liked to do just simple portraits— there always had to be something special about it.

“Take a guess?” You walked towards him, easing your arm around his waist and leaning into his side. He reciprocated the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

He hummed, “Perhaps a certain Choi Chanhee?”

You scoffed, “No way. I’ve painted him too many times already. His face is getting boring.” You said, glancing up at your husband with a teasing glimmer in your smile. Chanhee rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist gently, showing his unamusement with your little joke. He took your face in his hands, leaning down a little, staring straight at you with his shiny eyes.

You were expecting a kiss, but instead Chanhee just looked at you seriously for a few seconds before cracking a small smile, “You could never get bored of my face.” He whispered.

He was right. He knew he was right, and a surge of confidence ran through him as soon as he saw colour creep up to your cheeks at his whispered remark. You really shouldn’t have allowed him to have free access to your studio at any time. Not only was it distracting to have the prettiest man on Earth looking at you so fondly as you worked, but you also froze up under his gaze, often resulting in works you were less proud of.

“My paint is getting dry.” You mumbled, trying to pull his hands from your blushing cheeks. He was stubborn in keeping his face close to yours, though.

“I’m not leaving without kissing my wife.” He said simply.

You gave in— really it was almost impossible to resist Chanhee for as long as you had. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, sighing in content as he deepened the kiss, hands sliding to hold your jaw softly. Your hands were on his shoulders, grounding you so you couldn’t get lost in the feeling of his lips.

The first time you pulled out of the kiss, Chanhee’s lips found yours again quicker than you could get a word in, causing both of you to giggle. The second time, you were sure you would be able to escape— but Chanhee’s hands had slid down to your waist, and held you securely so that you couldn’t end the kiss before he was ready.

Once you finally pulled away for the third time, you were both slightly out of breath. Chanhee seemed satisfied and let go of you, though you didn’t walk away from him immediately. You caught your breath first, still resting your hands on your husband’s shoulders, laughing at each sharp exhale of his breath and how the kiss had left you with a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ve got to get back to painting, love. Pick me up for dinner, okay?” You grinned at him. He hummed and nodded, waving goodbye to you before he could further distract you. 

As he left, you noticed the slight smudge of your lipstick to the side of his lips. You smiled to yourself, picking up your paintbrush again, deciding that a kiss mark was just what this painting needed.

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[dreamyzhou]

Two Pawn War

Pairing: enemy!chanhee and fem!reader

Genre: worn out students!enemies to friends (?) AU

Words: 4,3k

Warnings: both you and Chanhee are high school students and are enemies there, verbal abuse from mother, substances, talks about mental health, mention of clowns, terminologies of chess, pre-calculus (you will still understand even if you don’t understand any of them deeply)

Inspired by: Law and Order SVU (Season 10 Episode 12) and my own experiences

Premise: You were high school students, yearning for a mother’s love. You’d do anything for it, even if it meant antagonising a boy for a conditional one. As you grew older, you both realised none of the fights were worthy… might as well be with one another.

Dedicated to three people. First, a fellow Chanhee-biased, Sana @sanaxo-o. Second, the chaotic Izzy @from-izzy who still bombarded my discord and this account despite me being inactive. Finally, Mona @quaissants, my closest friend out of the server. This took me almost 4 months to write, because I was heavily depressed, but you brought me back up.

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2nd of 31st Alternate Universe by Ellie unlocked by Chanhee.

You were a puppet. A doll orchestrated to compliment your mother’s image. You had your own life, but living it didn’t matter. You didn’t win anything if you reached your own dream, since you spent about seventeen years not knowing what they were. All you wanted was your mother’s love and there was hope to get it. As long as you did whatever she asked, her love will be earned.

She ignored you every morning until you came back with a 100 on a test paper or anything equivalent to that. In return you get acknowledgements… of your existence. While your friends thought knowing one’s existence is the least anyone can do when having a parent-child relationship, for you it was a reward.

Though, something changed one time. You remembered when it was the start of Year 1 of Junior High. A woman and her son appeared to apply for the school. Your mother happened to be there to check for that year’s syllabus and the extracurricular lists, a habit that she happened to be obsessed with. When your mother and this one woman saw each other, you swore you never saw two people turn so sour as they saw each other. She approached that woman with you following her, clueless

“What is this, Choi? Stalking my daughter now, is that it?” Her mouth foamed from anger’s toxicity.

“Oh please…” That woman laughed wickedly at your Mum, probably the only person you had seen to ever do that. You were a little impressed for a second.

“Do you think you and your daughter are worth stalking? This school is the best school in the country. I’m pretty sure you admitted her here for the name, not to take advantage of the intelligence the school can put in her head.”

“You need to watch your mouth. One of these days, someone is going to attack you for it.”

“Ma’am, is there a problem here?” There was a man with a black shirt with trousers with the most pockets you’ve seen, and a belt with a security stick.

“No… These two might be attacking me, but all they end up doing is tickling me. It’s hilarious. Let’s go, Chanhee.” As the woman and the son left accompanied by the security officer, your mother positioned herself to be in front of you and locked her eyes on yours.

“Listen to me. I don’t give a damn what you have to do, you come home better than the kid, you hear me? If he got 100 in a Math test tomorrow, you come home 100 average in the whole Math course—”

“But why? Who are they?” Your mom leaned to your face with hers that expressed great disgust, as if speechless that a kid cut her words off.

“Should I put your mattress on the porch, Y/N?” The anxiety rose, starting to take your breaths away, choking your throat.

“No, Ma’am.” Your voice broke a little. She corrected her posture in front of you.

“Good. Don’t let me down.” She left you to go to the car.

You didn’t go with her, since you knew she’d be surprised you had the nerve to go to the car with her, when you were supposed to walk to your summer tutoring class. It was not because she didn’t love you enough to drive you there willingly… right?

You joined the sword battle reluctantly, thinking that if you brought a spoon, the battle shouldn’t have to exist within you and him.

But no.

You learned as soon as you took out your hand for him to shake and from the way he just stared at it and didn’t introduce his name, he was bringing his own Excalibur.

It felt like he, too, was with your Mum in this one.

You learned quickly that his name was Choi Chanhee. Your mother applied you to more than the maximum number of extracurricular activities a student can apply for in the school. You were never allowed by your Mum to go back home with a wrinkle on your uniform to show your diligence as a person. No button is off from the collar or loosened messy tie to show potential rebellion phase in puberty age.

You had to show up to school, proving you were the best. All that, when you already were. You just weren’t the best in your mother’s eyes.

Snap!

You’d been a little bit too focused on how you’ve gotten in this chair lately. One minute, you were thirteen, seeing Chanhee for the first time. Next, you were in the present time, seventeen years old in the final year of high school. The kids were exiting the class, talking about the meal they were going to have for brunch. While you just stood there, taking a photographic memory of what was written on the chalkboard.

“Find the centre and vertices of the hyperbola… square root of eleven-X…” You were whispering to yourself, but truth be told, this was what you called anxiety rush.

You were speeding with your terrible handwriting, taking just one question out of the five presented by Ms. Hong, making sure you picked the most difficult one so that you were sure you could solve the other four if you could solve the one you picked.

Done!

You left your seat and went to the back of the classroom, once all the students emptied out the room. There were lockers for students who studied in the room. You opened Locker 18, taking this used vitamin bottle. You stopped to look at the five pills inside: three orange capsules, and two white tablets.

You were running out.

You shut your eyes feeling the guilt of ruining your body as your throat felt the bitter bits. Effects weren’t instant but you could feel the hypersomnia creating bigger sacks of blue eyebags caused by the white Provigil and the plastic-tasted Adderall.

Clang!

Shutting off the locker drawer, you walked to the cafeteria with hands trembling; a usual habit your body owns when you feel like you have sinned. You had to put up the “just-like-any-other-day” face, but deep down? It was… something that shouldn’t have been normal.

Eating with Jacob, Kevin, and Eric was the only thing that made you feel human. There were 3 kids acknowledging that you deserve them and maybe to share stories and food. They were there when you didn’t want the other kids to understand your talks in English.

“So, finals in 2 weeks… wanna study at mine when school’s over?” Kevin suggested.

“Sure!” Jacob smiled gently.

“I’m down. I don’t have a basketball club today.” 

“Sorry. Chess.” The three fell silent whenever the word ‘chess’ came out of your mouth.

They knew what it meant. Duels with Chanhee that always ended up with upset nights and sometimes verbal fights with Chanhee. Mr. Ryu might be impressed how genius both of you are in playing chess, but oh the grey hair that grew out of the teacher’s scalp when you both fought.

Chess came eventually. Mr. Ryu believed competition is the best way to better oneself, which you didn’t agree with entirely. He forgot the harm in self comparison when competition happens, which makes competition ineffective sometimes. His principle resulted in you being paired with Chanhee, since the competition results were too constant. You could have 4 terrific wins, but he would catch up with his own 4 just-as-terrific wins.

So there you were, in front of Chanhee, not even bothered to stare at each other. You placed the black wooden pieces on the chess board. In times like these, where you prepare yourself for extracurricular class, Mr. Ryu hated waiting. Before the class started, Mr. Ryu expected all the pieces to be on top of the board, ready to be played. This resulted in those who were paired together to help out their opposition across the board to put on the chess pieces.

Both of you were petty, though. Things like helping out would never happen.

“Alright, today I want you both to play, the winner will get a higher score by 5 points in their extracurricular grade if you play without using the ‘pawn-centre-square’ method as your first 5 moves, to earn another 2 points. Please start strategizing. The first person to tell me they're ready to play is to play against their opponent, even when the opponent isn’t ready with their own strategy. Then, all of us watch their match. We’ll discuss mistakes and blunders. Today’s focus is about having the upper hand when it comes to strategizing from the beginning. This is what makes a good chess player. Whether or not you can fool your opponent in the beginning to make them fall for your traps. Whether or not your vulnerable moves confuse them enough for them not to capture you when you are at those moves. The lesson lies in your mind games and strategizing skills.” Mr. Ryu explained the task.

“Ready!” You quickly said, not knowing Chanhee said the same thing.

“As usual. All right, gather around kids! Let’s watch the prodigies.” You hid a wince, the word no longer pleasant to hear but only brought heavy pressure on your shoulders.

Chanhee had the white pieces so he moved first. As soon as he placed the pawn in front of his king piece, so did you, but by 2 squares. Then he moved his pawn in front of his knight piece.

“Mistake.” A high-pitched voice exclaimed.

“Nope.” Mr. Ryu replied to the student, which was something you wished you could deny at the time, but you weren’t sure.

You moved your bishop piece to B4, where you can capture a pawn in front of the queen. He moved his knight to F3, which confused you.

“Uh… Mistake?” Someone hesitantly said, while you deep down thought it wasn’t. It was more of a move that could make or break a long-game takeover plan, which you had to figure out by now.

You moved your bishop from B4 to get rid of the pawn Chanhee had on D2, the one that was in front of his queen, making a check on his king.

“Check!” You said.

“Doesn’t mean anything if your strategy is too easy to figure out and your mind is too vulnerable to be read. Chanhee has the upper hand from the beginning.” Just from Mr. Ryu’s words…. you got a déjà vu.

Snap! You’d been a little bit too focused on how you’ve gotten in this chair lately— Clang! Shutting off the locker drawer, you walked to the cafeteria with hands trembling; a usual habit—

“Blunder…” You whispered as your eyes widened at your bishop’s position.

“What were you thinking, Dollie?” Mr. Ryu asked, gently.

You checked the class calendar. It was Wednesday. You had Chess. You had to be at your best when you go against Chanhee. You shouldn’t had taken those pills. What is happening?

“Continue, Chanhee…” Mr. Ryu said. It was obvious what Chanhee’s next move was.

His queen captured your bishop…. You didn’t know what to do. You had to go back to one of your pawns and let them do their frontline jobs. You moved the pawn in front of the queen also by 2 squares to the front.

“Extra 2 points coupon is no longer valid, because you used the ‘pawn-centre-square’ method on the 4th move.” Now all you were was a prodigy who just lost their intelligence and dignity because of 2 wooden chess pieces.

You could feel your brain tightened and loosened in the pace of your elevated heartbeat. Pounding. Soon enough, the bell rang, you looked behind you, but then the students were bewildered as they shot their stares onto you. The ringing lost its vibrations and turned into a flatlining machine sound. You could feel your neck getting hot and sweating, even when it was a chilly autumn day.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Mr. Ryu asked.

Gravity was pulling you down to the ground. You knew the floor wasn’t going to be a cushion, but you couldn’t fight where your body wanted to take you. So you closed your eyes as you felt heavy, landing on the wooden floor, not even fighting yourself.

“Y/N!” The last sound coming out of a student’s voice before the world distorted in your eyes and the shadows of unconsciousness dimmed the lights in your body, putting you to sleep.

Even in your dreams, everything was pitch black. You realised your body grew tired of this competition. You realised the girl who used all of her to beat one boy for the sake of proving her worth to her mother is gone. The body that gave up its night time sleep for the sake of one more Chemistry homeworks, the hand that wrote Trigonometry formulas faster than anybody, and the eyes that had determination to follow words in Literature books from left to right so rapidly, the ears that listen to Economy lecture finally grew tired of the words like ‘stocks’ and ‘values’.

You woke up in the first aid room, vision spinning as if you were the centre of the universe, motion blurring as you felt like your brain in the clouds, floating and light, but pounding along with the drum of your heartbeat.

Your mother was there, fighting with your school’s principal and the school’s nurse. The tension and the noise only added to the pain on your head. You grunted, catching the attention of the three fighting adults.

“Let's go.” Your mother gave an unreadable, cold tone.

You knee what your worst fear was, but you didn’t know what it felt like. For years, you avoided it by scoring 4.0 GPA for every year, being the top student, even going to an intelligence-measuring war with a boy. So now that it was happening, you lost the abilities to do all of those. You lost the one thing you needed in order to be your mother’s daughter: your mind.

“Mum—”

“Shut your mouth. Follow me home.” Your mother turned around and walked, not even looking back knowing she got you wrapped around her finger in the name of fear.

The principal and the nurse looked down on the floor, surrendering too. You got off the creaky bed, vision still spinning. Grabbing your heavy backpack, you felt your legs couldn’t even strengthen themselves for you to walk properly. You saw a digital clock that displayed the day of the week: FRI, 09:18 AM. Okay, what the hell? Despite the bewilderment, you ran after your mother with those weak legs and shifting centre of gravity.

“Mum, please wait—” You fell on the wooden floor of the locker hallway.

Just in time, the kids in school were exiting from every door to the hallway. It was break time and every student could see the commotion of you on the ground. Your mother spun to face you and approached.  She lifted her right shoe, bringing your jaw up. It was probably the most gentle, yet the most humiliating action she had ever done to you. Most students locked their curious gaze on you and froze in their place, gasping and murmuring.

“You’re not my kid.”

These four syllables rolled easily and clearly from her mouth. She wore this expression that somehow showed the whole school that if you ever claim her your mother… it would be humiliating to her.

You looked around, faces of pity were on you like creepy clowns haunting kids from afar, except this time in a large volume.

However… you caught him right there. Black hair, pale skin, small face, gentle soft features. It was the first time you saw him wearing a shocked and empathetic expression.

You hated it.

You were at the rock bottom, but you were being pulled away to Mariana Trench where you wouldn’t ever come back. You failed so much that your enemy had chosen to give you empathy. You failed so much that your mother was disowning you in a commotion with everyone’s eyes on the both of you as if she was setting a good example.

You were ruined… Who do you live for, now?

Who do you fight Chanhee for, now? Who do you get good grades for, now? All these questions had no answer, but one thing you knew certainly was… the person you fought everything for… never fought for you.

Maybe that was why this public disowning act felt like a tight chain busting from your chest. You were finally breathing… and free.

She turned around and walked away. You slowly got up and stood where you were. Letting the backpack slip away from your arms, you looked at her back once more.

“HARGH!” You roared, throwing the bag to her back.

She turned around in disbelief, eyes wide at yours, frozen in place.

“And you were never a mother! Let alone mine!” Your throat tightened as you shouted.

You shook your head slowly, tears flowing on your cheeks. It felt your ribs were imploding and tightening your heart.

“How could a mother make her child treat home like a shop for love and the child has to pay with good grades as currency? How could a mother tell her child to beat her competitor’s son by making sure the child goes to school solely for that purpose? As if the child is nothing but a soldier to deploy for war that she never caused!” Your throat hurt as you screamed, expressing to the world how much pain you went through.

A warm tear slipped on your cheek. You usually felt embarrassed to even tremble in front of everybody, but this time ‘care’ was no longer present. Your mother bit the insides of her cheeks, eyes widening in rage, fists clenching.

“Will you even love me if I’m not smart?” You choked, waterfall streaming from your eyes to your jaw.

“Y/N, don’t bring up love. I loved you enough to put up with you. You just don’t respect me enough to come back home and repay it. I hope you know it’s equal to unrequited mother-daughter love.” She walked away once more.

It was then you knew you weren’t welcomed home anymore. Yet, the feeling evoked after knowing so was like a liberty given to a pet on a leash. It was like… the world was really your oyster now and you knew there were going to be pearls.

You looked around once more, locking your eyes with Choi Chanhee. Why were there… tears on his cheeks?

“Hey… We can stay with you at Jacob’s house tonight…” Kevin held your shoulders as Eric and Jacob surrounded you, shielding you from the sharp pierces of pity gazes.

The night passed with your friends, trying hard to lift your mood up. It was only then they realised after your body was glued to the spare bed Jacob had for about 3 hours, that this was more than a mood downhill. This was a life downhill. They realised that as much as they were your friends since forever, they could never understand the pressure of impressing for the sake of receiving, supposedly, mandatory parental love.

That was how they came into Jacob’s bedroom with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s for each person. Eric gave your favourite pint of flavour, while sitting on the lower bunk bed across the bunk bed you occupied. Jacob and Kevin hiked up the top, scooping the cold dessert.

“Spill your thoughts, girlie.” Kevin said.

You sat up, throat bubbling with groans.

“You all saw what happened…”

“No, we don’t mean that one.” Jacob gently responded as he scooped his own spoonful of ice cream.

“Yeah… we meant the Chess class on Wednesday until this morning. How come you blacked-out for two days?” Eric’s eyes were a pair that thought there was something fun or dramatic to know about.

“I’ve been… using medications to stay awake and study.” The revelation shocked the three boys in front of you.

“...Do..." Kevin hesitated. "Do you need help?”

Opening the pint, you scooped up your favourite flavour. That was when you saw that happiness lost its definition. It was as if seeing black and white in a world full of rainbows. Tasting the neutrality of water in a world full of Ben and Jerry’s and cakes. You lived for a baseless baseline until it went flatline.

“...Yeah. I think I do.” Tears started streaming.

For four months, with the help of your Anglophone friends, you were progressing in tapering off. Staying under the Bae family’s roof, you somehow became the little sister that they adopted. Your mother never reported it as kidnapping whatsoever. Though it looked like her new journal paper that talked about the theory of time became a good expression of her anger towards you.

But during those four months, you quitted something else other than your overproductivity pills: Choi Chanhee. You left every club where Chanhee was in. Never again did you challenge Chanhee in every teacher’s question.

But it seemed like Chanhee was the one experiencing withdrawal because of it. He was the one with tears as the school ended. He was the one who couldn’t chew his food in the canteen.

Another rising sun for this old Earth, you were early in school, playing chess on your own. For once chess wasn’t something to dread, but something fun just like the purpose of a game should be. But soon, the door behind you creaked. You looked behind you and saw a surprised Chanhee.

This was weird. You had unleashed yourself from academic pressure that shouldn’t exist and you took liberty for yourself, but somehow it made your relationship with Chanhee strange, but you couldn’t point where.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You felt curiosity tilting your head.

“What do you mean?” Chanhee walked to the chair in front of you and sat.

“Apparently, we don’t know each other at all. Despite making each other our mission to finish when we wake up and go to school… we don’t know anything about each other.” He was right.

Maybe that was the point where it was weird.

You nodded slowly, but also indicated for him to keep talking.

“... I’m like you, you know…” Chanhee tidied the pieces you finished playing with.

“I go home, telling my mother the bounty-hunting result— if you will. Then, I get my cash. Wasn’t like other kids who love seeing dead presidents on coloured paper. Just want the invisible warmth of a recognition coming from one woman.” Chanhee then put the pieces on the chess board, according to their places; his side was the white one.

“But… why? Education got me far enough to tell me that nobody should live to serve a person that deeply. I get it, you know… I’m a child. I need her love, her attention— The things that a juvenile inmate lacks from a mother, I need it. But… from a woman who expects me to be good first?” Chanhee looked up to your eyes.

“Why…” He disguised his cracked voice with a whisper.

“But just so you know… without you, I lost something too.” Chanhee cleared his throat after whispering those words.

“We don’t know each other, yet after freeing ourselves from Mommy… we end up freeing ourselves from each other…. when we don’t even know each other.” Chanhee placed one of his pawns forward that blocked his queen, two squares in front.

“When we don’t even know ourselves…” He placed yours that blocked your king, also two squares, now adjacent to his that he moved.

“.... because we were so lost…” His pawn knocked yours down, making it lie horizontal on the board.

Then, he took his queen and placed it beside his pawn that he used.

“....in impressing our little queen.”

The sight of the three pieces in the centre of the board resembled her life… and apparently his as well. A queen mother tall and enjoying the sight of the knocked down enemy with her pawn.

“We forget that life had other pieces and that we were in control. That we played the pieces and we were not the pieces itself. When you’re not the pawn, the game goes on because the player doesn’t die. We forget that though life is not a game— just like chess sometimes may not just be a game, it may be a career or a hobby to invest in— we can still be supportive of one another during checkmate.” Chanhee looked at you once more.

“We were so lost in the wrong war… that all we know of is the ugliness— the desperation of wanting to live on and in war like these… especially like our pawn…. you play with your life. We were so lost that I only know your violence… but once that war is done…. I don’t know who you are behind that galea.”

Chanhee leaned back to his seat then watched the birds during the spring sunrise.

“I lost my purpose in life because of that. And my Mum is getting busier. She gets even more jealous with your mother with that new theory of time paper. These days, I don’t come here to earn her love anymore. And it seems like you don’t want to be in this war. And you know what? I get it… It’s peaceful… No more war…” Chanhee turned his head to you.

“It’s not worth it… Not worth getting stressed out for… My Mum’s love I mean…” Chanhee lent out his hand for a handshake.

“So again…. Now that the war's over... Toss that galea away like a graduation cap. Let's get to know each other... Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Somehow, that was the most peaceful speech you ever heard. It felt like forgiveness by the gods and now your life would be a bit easier. You no longer had to wonder why won’t we work out, even as friends?

You smiled and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Chanhee.”

[sanaxo-o]

So sweet like nectar (Masterlist)

Sana: hi, hello and welcome. I, Sana am more than happy to introduce you guys to my first ever (not really) series. Now this is gonna revolve around my three biases, Younghoon, Chanhee and Eric. They all lie under the same universe but can still be read as standalone! A huge thanks to @dreamyzhou el in helping me better my banner and also special thanks to @sohnric and @from-izzy for listening to me about this lol

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu @deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark

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Introduction:

The infamous trio, Chanhee (The one who was named as the goody two shoes who always seemed to get in trouble only for his girlfriend), Younghoon (the heartthrob who never really paid much attention in classes because his dream was to become a actor) and Eric or also known as Youngjae (who was known for being down bad for his girlfriend for the bare minimum) come together for a little get together to reminisce about their past.

The high school adventures they had with their special someone were only memories for them as they grew older.

One of them has broken up with his partner because of drifting away, the other one who is now happily married to his high school sweetheart while the last but not the least is engaged to his fiancee.

Eric: Exes to lovers, angst, fluff, reminiscing about their past, he is down bad for the reader, he gets drunk (maybe), more to be specified in the initial post.

Wc: tba

Date of release: tba

Chanhee: trouble maker x good boy trope, possibly a enemies to lovers because Y/N is kind of stubborn, fluff, more to be mentioned in the post

Title: The (lovely) cake warrior

Wc: 5.8k

Date of release: 16th May 2024

Younghoon: husband younghoon!, heartthrob Younghoon x with the student council president reader, fluff, more to be mentioned in the post

Wc: tba

Date of release: tba

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Possible drabbles: Sunwoo x reader

Hyunjae x reader

[leejynz]

the boyz - younger or older preference | fluff!

*note this is all fictional and just based off of my opinion of the boyz*

sangyeon | younger

he’s been stuck with 10 younger brothers so he’s definitely used to being the older one

definitely would tease and make fun of his s/o

wants to take bigger responsibilities (man of the house sort of vibe)

big spooning and driving the kids to school

jacob | same age/younger

tbh he prolly doesnt mind age *kevin doesn’t use honorifics for him*

definitely extremely caring to his s/o and will treat you like his queen

he’d take care of you and sleep w/u when you have a cold so both of u can be sick together

will teach you how to play guitar and pat your head when you make mistakes

younghoon | older

even though he’s hyungline, he secretly wants his s/o to be older than him

wants his s/o to comfort him when he cries

teases his noona and gets yelled at for but he enjoys it

younghoon can be shy so having an older s/o can be his perfect half

hyunjae | older

some might disagree but hyunjae would love calling his s/o ‘noona’ all the time

likes to joke around his s/o by calling her full name just to make her angry

sneaky and mischievous and jokes around with his s/o and loves to catch her off guard

wants his s/o taking care of him especially on trips and vacations (putting sunscreen, cooking, setting up plans)

juyeon | same age

i can’t see older or younger idk why?? juyeon definitely wants his s/o to have lots of similarities with him and similar opinions

been together with three other 98liners so he wants his s/o to be his best friend too

he wants to take care of his s/o and be taken cared of at the same time

love at first sight typa vibe.. gets even more attracted if his s/o has more things in common

kevin | same age/younger

at first i thought older but kevin is also on the younger side. like juyeon, he wants his s/o to be his best friend and lover at the same time

would carry you at any random time (with those big ass arm muscles)

panics and starts high pitch screaming whenever his s/o makes mistakes/accidents

calls his s/o cute when she looses in arm wrestles and tries to come up with excuses

chanhee | younger

i’m lowkey contemplating myself on this one but tbh i’ve noticed new gets rlly energetic with the members especially the maknae line

new would find his s/o cute if she was like innocent but immature at the same time

pranks his s/o at a serious situation just to see her reaction after

starts laughing when his s/o cries during a movie but hugs her and comforts her after

changmin | older

changmin def wants his s/o to be more calm and collected (kinda) like his hyungline

loves to see his s/o loose in a bet and does aegyo for the punishment

likes to scare his s/o just like his hyungs and records the reactions

when he sees his “noona” cry but doesn’t know what to do so he lets her head lay on his chest

juhaknyeon | younger

most confident with this one; ngl i thought he was in the hyungline when i first saw tbz

wants to be the “older one” and would teach his s/o english and chinese words everyday

gets mad at his s/o whenever she’d skip meals or gets injured/hurt

during a fight with his s/o, he sees her cry and suddenly worries. puts her to sleep after.

sunwoo | older

no i will not be biasing him or eric bc they r the maknaes

sunwoo is def mature for his age but also a little kid sometimes. s/o def has to match his energy 100%

s/o will put portions of food in his mouth and ask him if her cooking skills are good

will continuously remind sunwoo his daily schedule every single morning

eric | older

eric wants somebody he can lean on to and someone he can learn from.

makes big accidents and pretends nothing happened in front of his s/o (she obvi knows)

whenever s/o starts yelling at him, eric starts joking around and keeps saying he’s sorry

tries to impress his noona with his dancing skills whenever she’s upset (and it works)

[ericupid]

THE DATING OLYMPICS !

(*ೃ༄) — the dating olympics | tbz smau

FEATURING! the boyz x fem! reader (jacob centric bc he needs love)

GENRES! romance, comedy, drama, minor angst and fluff

WARNINGS! vulgar language, sexual references, jacob is oblivious, mentions of death + suicide, they’re all stupid boys in love, college!au, social media! au, sunwoo and juyeon are famous influencers lol

TAGLIST! @skzorigin @bbangiez @hoonflrt @atinycafe @hyuckworld / send an ask to be apart of the tag list :)

TLDR: as if jacobs life couldn’t become more unexpected, the brand new online dating competition titled “the dating olympics” just launched— and its causing a stir in his friend group. will he be able to win the fans and y/n’s hearts in the end, or will he fail to his unexpected competitors? especially the ones he shares one roof with?

author note: omg!! hey welcome to my first tbz smau (of many to come). it’s comeback season and i’ve had this idea in my notes for agess so i figured why not now? also jacob has been bias wrecking me soo much lately so this will be in his pov mainly 😎 will y/n choose him though? ig we’ll have to stay tuned !

my other blogs: @enhastars @felixversed &lt;3

updates: every day! (hopefully)

teaser

profiles one | profiles two

1. good morning america

2. juyeon’s unrequited love..

3. totally legal activities

4. pick-up line masters

5. highschool throwback

6. being real on bereal !?

7. love you mom ❤️

8. frenemies

9. tory lanez fan

10. restraining order

11.

more to come!

[from-izzy]

the boyz masterlist ♡

☂ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ➳ - hurt/comfort | ⋆⁺₊ - suggestive | ʚ/ɞ - external/internal challenges | personal favourite

OT11

[~300-400 ☂/♡/➳ʚ/ɞ] "what do you think of flowers/bouquets?" ↳ hyung 🤍 98 🤍 maknae

Lee Sangyeon

Jacob Bae

Kim Younghoon

Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae

Lee Juyeon

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee | New

Ji Changmin | Q

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo

Eric Sohn

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz hyung line masterlist 🤍 the boyz 98 line masterlist 🤍 the boyz maknae line masterlist 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 riize masterlist 🤍 other masterlist