#watanabe haruto blurbs

[acaiasahi]

✶ mario kart and i love you's ; watanabe haruto.

synopsis. haruto likes watching you play with his little sister, airi. okay... maybe it's starting to stray a little closer to love.

info. fluff. watanabe haruto x gn!reader. 1.1k words.

warnings. established relationship, mentions of kissing + physical touch, meeting ruto's grown parents :< not proofread, grammatical/structual errors, lowercase intended!!! :)

haruto was absolutely infatuated with you. he likes everything about you from the way you carry yourself to the way you care for him.

nothing and no one could compare to how well you liked him for him, which says a lot. he was in deep and he knew for sure that whatever you two had was something he's been waiting for.

you were so calm, so patient with him. you took your time with him, you held his hand through difficult times, not letting go until you were certain you'd both make it through.

you like him.

and he likes you.

haruto's sat on his childhood couch, time standing still as he watches the growing grin on your face as you talk to his family.

the way your smile is so wide, crinkles form, all teeth on display as you play games with his sister, laughing and letting her win at whatever game you were playing, haruto wasn't paying attention to it, only you.

you quickly glance at him, a small smile and a twinkle in your eye that was for him, and only him.

he lets out an airy laugh, snapping out of his trance as his dad ruffles his hair.

he whips his head around, "she's good with airi!" his dad, tone dripping in sweetness. he makes sure to keep his voice down as to not catch anyone's attention but ruto's. he nods, smiling bashfully, a soft pink hue dusting his cheeks.

haruto's attention finds it's way back to you and airi, watching your fourth mario kart match go down. it was neck and neck until you made your princess peach slow down and turn the other way, allowing airi's toad to zoom past you.

a wrong way sign shows up on your side of the screen, making a giggle bubble from her throat as she shakes her head in disbelief.

you softly throw your control onto the carpeted floor, a dramatic gasp leaving your lips as you flop backwards onto the bean bag you're sharing.

"you beat me... again!" you whisper yell to her, pinching the bridge of your nose as you fake sob. she laughs louder, "oh, stop it y/n!" she whines, small arms finding their way to your arm as she holds you close.

opening one eye, you peek at airi whose laughter is slowly dying down much to your dismay.

you sit up on the bean bag, hands finding their way to her sides as you start tickling her. she thrashes around, laughs and pleads spill from her lips as she tries to pry your hands off her.

unbeknownst to you, haruto and his parents watch in awe, smiling at the commotion in front of them.

the younger girl's pleads fall on deaf ears, a smile never leaving her face as she finally gets out of your laugh-inducing grasp.

you smile at her before picking up your controller off the ground, "one more round, i promise i'll put up a good fight!" you say, waving your pinky finger, she rolls her eyes before nodding and linking your pinkies together in a promise.

here you find yourself neck and neck again, airi winning for the fifth time that night as you sigh, "i swore i tried my hardest. how are you so good, my little flower?" you ask, her smile proud growing wider at the endearing nickname.

she shrugs, "maybe you're just getting old!" she jokes, sticking her tongue out at you before running around as you chase her around the living room.

she takes cover with haruto, sitting close to him, hands clamped together in a silent plead to cease the cat and mouse chase.

you chuckle, hands thrown up to signal that you surrender. you take a seat next to airi, squishing her between you and haruto.

picking up a convo with you and airi, she slowly becomes more quiet as sleep consumes her whole.

you smile down at her as she sleeps peacefully on your shoulder, looking up at haruto to see if he's witnessing this cute interaction.

he smiles at you, mumbling a quick cute in japanese before running his hands through her hair. "i'll take her to her room" he whispers to you, getting up slowly before picking her up with caution.

you nod, trailing behind him into her brightly decorated room. setting her down on her bed, you take a look around the room.

upon seeing watanabe family pictures, you smile, a soft feeling taking place in your heart. you snoop around even more, seeing all of airi's trinkets that she's collected over the years.

feeling a soft kiss being planted on your head, you turn around, bringing haruto into a hug. snuggling your head into his chest earning you a soft chuckle.

"you're really good with her," he starts, laying his chin on top of your head. a blush rises to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment, you look up at him.

"i'm glad. not that it's a competition or anything but she told me that she loves me more than you!" you whisper, shrugging nonchalantly.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "oh really?" he asks, small smirk present. you nod, "she told me say but better to hear it from me first" you say sarcastically, quietly tsking before lovingly patting his chest.

he shakes his head, laughing at your forwardness. you make your way out of his arms, walking over to airi before pulling the blanket up further.

placing a soft kiss to her temple, you grab haruto's had to lead him out of the room. you whisper a sweet dreams, my little flower before turning off the light and closing the door gently.

making your way to haruto's room, you close the door behind you and jump onto his bed.

you open your arms, an invitation for him to join you. he happily takes it as he lays on top of you, both of you groaning at the added weight.l

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, face in between the crook of your neck.

"i love the way you take care of airi. she seems to love you, and i think i love you too," haruto says with a sigh. he feels you tense up at the L-bomb that just got dropped and quickly raises his head.

both of your faces are red, lips in a thin line too afraid to speak. just as he's about to pull away, you whisper a soft "i love you too" before hiding your face in his chest like you previously did.

you both smile like idiots, hugging one another tighter. falling into a conversation of sweet nothings, sleep soon taking you under it's wing.

you love haruto.

and haruto loves you.

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume @tayhunwoo @h4chi

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. bro... i accidentally read the request wrong... great!!! anyway, wrote this at work and the ending's a lil rushed but overall kinda happy w it so lolzies!!! 🫠🫠

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[pixieminutes]

Hi ! First I’d like to say that you’re an amazing writer and I’m so glad I found another Teume here 🥺 and second may a request a fluffy blurb for Haruto with prompts 32 and 37 pretty please ??

Thank you <3

하루토 + #32 + #37

why is this royal au? i’m not really sure, was just in the mood for it, tell me if it’s not what you want, anon!!

22:06 - “y/n!”

you faltered against haruto’s lips, a faint sigh leaving yours.

“no,” haruto gasped out, grabbing your wrist as you turned to leave, “please stay.”

“i can’t, your highness, i’m not even supposed to be doing this,” you panted.

“i’m not objecting. in fact i’m ordering,” haruto said, “you’re my maid, are you not? kiss me, maid.”

“your highness, what if someone—”

the young prince haruto arose from his seat on the bed, his footsteps quick as he pulled you in by the waist, smashing his lips to yours.

“i do not care if someone sees,” haruto whispered, “i want to kiss you forever, y/n. i want you.”

“your highness, i—”

“haruto,” he said, his hand cupping your face, “my name’s haruto.”

[hoonbear]

eyes for you

Despite his outwardly cold appearance, Watanabe Haruto is perhaps the sweetest boy in all of existence, and as you come to know him you realize your feelings for him may exceed friendship. What you don’t realize is just how romantically he means it when he tells you he only has eyes for you.

PAIRING : watanabe haruto x gn!reader

GENRES : fluff, crack, slight angst according to readers but i swear it’s worth it, high school au, strangers to friends to lovers au

WORD COUNT : 5,342

WARNINGS : profanity, this whole fic is kinda narrative in the beginning with only bits of dialogue until the end

PLAYLIST : be with me - treasure / ミズキリ- yuuri / darari - treasure / i love you (piano ver.) - treasure / daphné - amir / o sole mio - iz*one

TAGLIST : @soobin-chois​ @beomsun​​

A/N : hello!! this is a fic i had been writing in 2020 and decided to rewrite + add the ending LMAO but i love ruto sm and whoever’s reading this i rlly hope that this could bring a smile to your face! thank you sm to the loml jaymin simp alice (@hyuckworld @tyonfs @jayflrt @jaytendo @juunnies @jjacob @iinnie @shuaflix @chromekook @addysucks) for making my banner and for motivating + helping me in general! LMFAOO SORRY but ily liceypoo truly 

WATANABE HARUTO FASCINATES YOU.

You can’t pinpoint what exactly it is about him that intrigues you so, whether it’s the way in which he shyly dips his head upon entering your Photography classroom, or the way he clasps his hands together in order to make his shaking fingers less apparent. Whatever it is, you know right at that moment that there’s something about his aura that draws you in, even as he stumbles over his words when he introduces himself as the new foreign exchange student from Japan. (You decide that maybe, just maybe, you find him a tiny bit cute.)

Your fascination with him only grows when he’s assigned to be your seat partner, Haruto greeting you with a slightly awkward but polite bow when he approaches you. When he settles in next to you, you can’t help but grin at the way he haphazardly adjusts his long legs under your shared desk, he himself letting out a small laugh at how his height plays against him in situations like these. It’s easy, genuine, and you can immediately tell he’s attempting to lighten the uncomfortable situation that comes from any two people meeting for the first time. You wholeheartedly do the same, managing brief introductions with him before the lesson starts. Still, the man is a bit of an enigma to you. His profile lingers in your mind even after you both part from the class, and your brain is left with a mess of questions, hoping to get to know him better.

Curiosity leads you to begin unconsciously observing him over the next few weeks, catching onto his small tendencies such as his way of scrunching up his lips when he’s concentrating. It’s endearing, his little pouts and the way he looks up at the ceiling when he ponders on an answer, often fiddling with his pencil as well. Although you’d never admit it out loud, you develop a particular fondness for his tendency to play with the back of his ear when he’s nervous, a characteristic of his that’s normally accompanied by flushed cheeks and a cute flash of teeth.

Alongside the little habits of his you pick up on, however, one of the main things you notice by being in his company so often is how extremely quick your classmates are to shun him simply for being so new, so different from them. It’s baffling, to say the least, how they avoid his gaze when he attempts to make eye contact, or how they pretend like they can’t hear him when he asks a question. You often find yourself carried away by the sheer frustration of it all, finding the need to defend Haruto whenever you notice your classmates purposefully ignoring him.

"He’s not invisible, you know,” you tell your classmate when she bumps into Haruto and says nothing. She nods briefly in response, throwing Haruto a mumbled “sorry” before hastily running off.

“Thanks,” Haruto whispers, shooting you a grateful look, but you can sense the lingering dejection behind his eyes—his eyes that eventually, you notice, can only stand to make contact with yours.

As furious as you are by this whole situation, there’s no denying that it also sparks a bit of pity in you, and perhaps that’s especially why you strive to strike up a conversation with him. However, the boy still intimidates you just a little bit. After all, the only comfortable conversations you’ve had with him are about your class, often involving a borrowed pencil or shared answers. You often consider how you can hold a lengthy conversation with him on a topic other than school, but you always come up blank.

When your teacher begins to introduce the first project for your Photography class, in addition to writing its due date on the board, you hear a quiet groan from beside you.

“That is not enough time for a whole portfolio,” Haruto grumbles, and you can tell in the way he leans towards you that he’s talking to you. “My ideas are definitely gonna suck ass.”

“I’m convinced she just wants us to fail at this point,” you respond, to which Haruto laughs quietly. The bell rings almost immediately after, and you impulsively catch Haruto’s arm as he begins to stand up. “Do—do you maybe wanna meet up to work on the project? We could help each other out.” You shrink up slightly at the hastiness of your question, expecting a blunt, or even cold response. What you don’t expect is the warm smile breaking out on Haruto’s face, his eyes sparkling in a way that nearly knocks you off your feet.

“For sure! Should we exchange numbers to work out the details?” You nod, matching him with a smile of your own, but you feel guilt creep into your conscience for being so quick to judge him from his tough appearance.

Your text messages with Haruto start out icebreaker-like, questions asked and answered on both ends in an effort to become more comfortable with each other. When he shows up for the project as promised, things are still slightly awkward, perhaps because you’re not online or in the school environment you both had become familiar with seeing each other in.

“So . . .” you start, trailing off as Haruto responds with a hum of acknowledgment. You can’t help but internally cringe at the pause that follows, deciding not to make eye contact with Haruto out of fear that you’ll become more nervous. Instead, you look around the park you two stand in. The embarrassment kicks in after, and you feel stupid looking around the park as if you don’t know the place like the back of your hand, as if you’re not the one who suggested meeting up here in the first place. Finally, Haruto fills the silence.

“It’s weird meeting like this, isn’t it?”

The breath you were holding comes out in a laugh, and you relax as you turn to face him. “I thought I was the only one thinking that.” Haruto grins at that, and from there you fall into your usual, easy conversation.

“The sky gets really nice around the time, so it’s great for the project. We could also take pictures of each other if it fits one of our themes,” you suggest, and Haruto’s eyes light up.

“In that case, you fit my theme perfectly.”

You allow Haruto to take pictures of you to satisfy his project, posing according to his instructions. He gives you bizarre guidelines for what expressions to make, supplying you with a variety of scenarios to imagine to “get you in the mood,” to which you ask, “Do you have these thoughts often?”

“I take pictures from my imagination,” he replies, shrugging comically, and you giggle.

The two of you are soon throwing in bits of conversation completely unrelated to your class, losing productivity the longer you talk. To say the two of you are beginning to get distracted is an understatement—by now, you’re snapping picture after picture of Haruto as he haphazardly attempts to climb one of the trees. You learn that he’s absolutely not one for balance, but he surprisingly manages to pull himself onto one of the branches after a few stumbles and much more laughter. You’re eventually taking selfies with him from the ground in which you catch him falling off the tree in what might be the most hilarious photo sequence you’ve ever taken. Haruto survives the fall, thankfully, and he can’t help but join in your chuckles.

“We should probably stop now,” you suggest in between gasps of air, Haruto himself still clutching the sides of his stomach.

“You’re right, we definitely won’t be getting anything more done,” he agrees, and you promise each other to meet up again and get more done the next time. (It isn’t until after Haruto leaves that you realize you’d spent nearly four hours with him.)

When the deadline for the portfolio passes and you receive your scores, you can’t help but feel dread settle in your stomach as you wonder whether it means the end of your growing friendship with Haruto. Now that you won’t have the constant excuse of the project, would you never meet outside of school again? However, you find yourself relieved when Haruto approaches you at your lunch table to discuss the project, which you both succeeded at with flying colors. You briefly compare your pictures, laughing as you come across the ones you’d taken of each other and recall the days you’d spent. Haruto never tells you what the theme of his project is and why he needed so many pictures of you for it, but you swear that you catch a glimpse of it scribbled on the cover of his portfolio. (Beautiful.)

You begin texting Haruto more often, and the awkward “did you understand the assignment?” texts turns into late-night musings over the most impulsive thoughts your brains would spit out. As you get to know him better, you find that Haruto’s messages in particular are often accompanied with long lines of emojis when he’s particularly passionate.

”Thoughts on sushi?” Haruto once texts you at 3:00 A.M., and you can’t help but laugh at the timing and spontaneity of it.

y/n: never had it actually

haruto: no fucking way

haruto: you have to try it i’m so serious

y/n: are u gonna make it for me 😚

haruto: think i’ll burn down the kitchen another day...but i’ll search up restaurants

haruto: i miss it so much

haruto: i miss home

Your heart clenches at the last text, and you find yourself almost immediately peeking outside the door of your room to check if anyone is awake. Of course, no one is at this hour, so you tiptoe down to the kitchen to see if you have the ingredients. When you proudly show Haruto your creation the next day at lunch, you push away the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when he lets out a delighted gasp, his eyes tearing up. When he takes a bite of the sushi, his face breaks out in the largest smile you’d seen on him. He’s glowing, and it hits you with a wave of emotions that you chalk up to relief over him liking the food, because the idea of it being anything else is too scary for you to consider. (It occurs to you later that day that for the past month, you had been spending every lunch with him.)

At one lunch break, Haruto mentions a coffee shop he had recently discovered, where he invites you to hang out. The shop soon becomes a regular meeting place, the two of you discussing a wide variety of topics from your wish to pursue photography as a career to his hidden passion for track. You pretend not to notice your heart stuttering in your chest when you see the sparkle in his eyes as he describes the team he was on in Japan, and he tries to ignore his ears turning red on the several occasions in which your fingers touch his.

You begin to rely on each other, supporting each other at various events and offering encouragement as friends do. Haruto is there at every single one of your photography contests, and likewise you accompany him at tryouts after hours of convincing him to display his talent to the school’s track team. Indeed, you’re the first person he calls when he gets in, barely able to contain the squeal in his voice when he breaks the news to you.

The two of become accustomed with calling each other by nicknames, the name Ruto usually slipping from your mouth on impulse. (Eventually, though, you find yourself intentionally using it just to watch the way in which his eyes brighten and his lips turn up.) Haruto himself becomes incredibly fond of teasing you, constantly making fun of the little things you do and possessing a knack for making you laugh at exactly the right moments. And of course, eating sushi together becomes one of your favorite shared activities.

You’re not sure when it is exactly, but your friendship soon takes a more intimate turn. You grow closer to each other in ways you might not have been before, and multiple times you find yourself wondering why it is that Haruto makes your heart flutter differently from that of other friendships.

You notice it the day he leads his team to victory in their first major relay race, when you shriek, “That’s my best friend!” in delight and run all the way down to the track straight into his embrace. “Oh my god, you did it!”

Haruto’s arms wrap around you instantly, and as he spins you in the air you can only hear the sound of his laugh and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. When he finally sets you down, you have to convince yourself that the running is the only reason your heart’s racing, and that it definitely is not because Haruto’s looking at you like you hold the entire galaxy in your eyes, like he would fly to the moon and back if you asked him to.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confused. “I didn’t do anything.”

Haruto shakes his head, his grip on your waist tightening in the slightest. “You did. I definitely wouldn’t have joined the team if you didn’t drag me to tryouts. So, thank you.” He gives you one of his most dazzling smiles as he leans in to hug you again. You’re left with the feeling of your stomach turning, jumbled in a way you can only compare to the lens of a camera going in and out of focus.

Over time you realize that there’s more than simply the blurry-lens confusion, that there’s also a strong gratitude you feel towards him. You feel it particularly at the times that you call him late at night, usually out of overwhelming feelings of stress or a simple need to talk. Whether he was previously asleep or not, Haruto always picks up, and somehow despite your nearly incoherent rants, he understands you perfectly—he always does. He patiently listens to all of your troubles until you’re out of breath, and by the end of it, he routinely asks you to promise him that you’ll keep calling him whenever you feel this way. He continues to surprise you with his methods of calming you down, sometimes turning on his video camera so his words can more sincerely reach you, and other times singing to you, his low, baritone voice instantly soothing you to sleep. (He tries not to let any awkward stutter show in his voice each time you praise it. Singing embarrasses Haruto, but he does it over and over for you.)

Haruto has a way of communicating his feelings more strongly through his actions than his words, and it touches your heart in a way you’d never experienced. He takes to clinging to you when the two of you walk through the school halls, often gripping your arm so that he doesn’t lose sight of you in the huge mass of students. Other times, he squeezes your hand as a silent form of encouragement, and the simple gesture means more to you than you could ever tell him. On one particular night at your house, he opens up to you regarding his homesickness and you almost immediately embrace him.

“I know it’s hard being away from home, and I’m sure they’re thinking of you a lot too,” you console him, feeling him nestle further into your shoulder in response. He sniffles, trying to make the sound subtle but your heart cracks when you realize he’s crying.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, but you shake your head and tighten your hold.

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad you told me. I’m here for you, okay? I'm sorry I can’t do much, but I’ll make you sushi tomorrow.” You stroke his hair carefully as he cries into your shoulder. In between little hiccups, he recounts whatever he can about Japan to you and what he misses. You avidly listen, holding him in your arms for nearly a full hour.

When Haruto calms down enough to stop shaking, he pulls away from you, enough so he can face you but not enough for you to let go. You can’t help but marvel at how he still looks gorgeous despite the remains of tears streaking his face, and you briefly wonder how someone can be such a pretty crier. However, all thoughts fly out of your head the moment Haruto musters the courage to lock eyes with you. Your breath hitches, caught off-guard by the emotion in his expression that you can only describe as pure, unadulterated sincerity. He says nothing, only leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Haruto is truly a man of action, and the warmth of the kiss tells you more than words need to. He’s thanking you—for listening to him, for supporting him, for everything, really.

The heart-pounding exhilaration combined with the deep comfort and respect you feel for Haruto only confuses you further, and you spend many nights lying in bed contemplating what it all means. Most importantly, if it is what you think it could be, how in the world are you supposed to tell him?

You figure that it’s best to wait, that he probably can’t use another distraction in his life, especially with his increased popularity among your schoolmates for his remarkably stunning performances on the track team. A part of you feels irritated by it, at how the very same people who initially refused to even look at him grew to claim to be his number one supporter. But Haruto never fails to notice your annoyance, nor does he ever fall short on teasing you for it, poking at you and asking if it makes you jealous.

“Aw, come on, don’t be mad. You know I only have eyes for you,” he would frequently say, nudging your shoulder as he’d flash his signature mischievous grin. Of course, it never fails to make you smile, nor does it fail to spike your heart rate, although the latter is something you choose to address later at night with the rest of the confusing feelings.

Watanabe Haruto fascinates you, and despite you taking care to remember even the most trivial things about him, you somehow never realize just how genuinely he means that last sentence.

The sound of Haruto nearly stumbling on a crack in the road snaps you out of your thoughts. You whip your head towards him instantly, laughing at the sight of his one arm spread out for balance, the other linked with yours as his shoes jaggedly scrape against the pavement. You flush when you become aware of just how close you are to your destination, realizing that you’d been zoning out watching him. You’re well aware that it’s starting to become a problem—by now you’ve figured out that you very clearly harbor a crush on him, but lately you’ve been doubting yourself far too much, wondering whether it even is a good idea to confess and how you would do it if so. For now, you push these repeated questions aside to assist your friend so you don’t fall into another pensive spiral.

“Come on,” you tease, “you can do better than this, Ruto.”

“Hey! I wouldn’t be tripping over the road if you didn’t have me blindfolded in the first place,” Haruto insists with a frown.

“Just a little bit longer, I promise.”

A noise of frustration leaves Haruto’s throat, but you know he’s resigning in how he doesn’t complain any further. You squeeze his arm lightly to reassure him, knowing he’ll be patient for as long as you ask him to be but still not wanting to leave him in anticipation for too long.

“Be honest,” he calls out after a few moments of silence, “you first started talking to me because you felt bad for me, right?”

Your steps falter at the sudden question, your arms drooping in the slightest as you feel a pang in your chest from the hesitance of his tone. Still, you know that he deserves the most honest answer from you.

“I mean, part of me definitely felt that way, but I wouldn’t say it was the only reason. There was curiosity, anger, charm—I don’t know, I just don’t think there was one solid motive.”

“Anger?” Haruto questions, and you laugh a little as you feel his elbow nudge you.

“Not at you, obviously. I meant that I didn’t like everyone else ignoring you for being new when you weren’t so different from them after all. I didn’t want to treat you like that just from a first glance, so I decided to get to know you.” Haruto hums in response, and you resume walking, leading him carefully along the sidewalk.

“Wait, charm? Do you find me attractive?” He teases, lips stretched out into a playful grin. You immediately break into a series of jumbled protests, leaving your friend chuckling. You’re thankful that he can’t see your flustered features, which he normally would have incessantly teased you for.

“The point is,” you splutter, desperately trying to avoid the question, “you were never a pity friend to me.” You’re thankful Haruto doesn’t pry further, only nodding and leaning just a little bit into you. It’s then that you feel his slightly tensed shoulders, noticing the way his breath shakes when he inhales, and you realize that he’s insecure.

“Ruto?”

“Hmm?”

“You know that I never regretted it, right? Talking to you was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”

“Me too,” Haruto whispers quietly. You’re taken aback by his words for a moment, as he’s normally not one to verbalize his feelings in such situations. Still, you smile.

“Good, then there’s no reason to be insecure, okay? I like spending time with you, and I like doing things together like this.” You rest your head against his shoulder as you say this, continuing to guide him through the streets. Suddenly, Haruto stops walking, reaching up to tug the blindfold off his eyes. You gasp at the ease of his motion.

“I thought I tied it better than that!”

“Fuck the blindfold. Let me guide you now,” he insists playfully as he steps behind you. “Come on, arms around my neck,” he instructs as he wraps an arm around your waist and tucks the other under your knees. Realizing what he’s about to do, you instantly shake your head, protesting as he begins lifting you up.

“You’ll drop me!” You joke, but Haruto only grins as he fully gathers you in his arms, and you throw your arms around his neck on instinct.

“Just tell me where to go, okay?”

“It’s not supposed to go this way!” You huff. “I should be the one taking you there, not vice versa.”

“Hey, it’ll still be a surprise! I don’t know this area that well anyways, I’ve only been here like twice.”

You sigh, about to protest again, but your train of thought momentarily freezes as you realize Haruto’s approaching the park you wanted to take him to. Haruto appears unaware of the location, however, and you look up at him expectantly. You realize from the shift in his eyes that he’s distracted and a little bit nervous. He stops in the middle of the grass, turning his head to look at you.

“I have to tell you something,” he blurts out, before you can even ask what he’s thinking of. He looks down at you, waiting for your acknowledgement. When you give it, he takes a deep breath. “I’m not going back to Japan this summer.”

Your eyes widen instantly. “How come? Did something go wrong?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Haruto shakes his head fervently. “I just—god, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Go on,” you prompt, finding it adorable how his ears begin to turn red as they always do when he’s nervous.

“You, this place—it’s become like my second home.” He says it with a touch of embarrassment but sincerity, gaining confidence with his next words. “I’ll still visit Japan, and I’ll probably still miss it. But whenever I did get homesick you helped me so much with it that I realized I want to stay here longer, that it’s worth it.” By now he’s leaning closer towards your face, eyes directly pinned on yours.

“I’m your second home?” You can’t stop the smile pulling at your lips, laughing with amazement. “I’ll make your stay worth it, I promise. Oh my god, you’re amazing.” Haruto blushes but doesn’t avert his eyes, and he’s close enough to you that out of a sheer burst of happiness you lean up and plant a kiss onto his cheek. His skin is surprisingly warm despite the low temperatures, and the heat spreads to your own face. Haruto is frozen when you look at him, and for a moment he simply gapes at you, his eyes slightly dazed. “Fuck,” you curse. “I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m so sorry Ruto—.”

“Y/N,” Haruto cuts you off, instantly blocking your stream of words. “Shut up for a second.” He secures his grip on your lower back, lifting you higher in his arms so your breaths mingle. You only process what he’s about to do when he leans in enough for your noses to touch, your heart pounding with exhilaration. Your eyes fall shut, and Haruto takes it as a signal to connect his lips with yours. The kiss is soft, sweet, and you tighten your arms around his neck so you can match his lips. Haruto pulls away gently, but his lips still lightly graze your own as he whispers, “I like you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “What?” The word spills from your mouth faster than your brain can keep up, and you can feel your ears burning. “You’re kidding,” you add, although you know that Haruto isn’t one to joke in such situations. You knew there was a chance of him liking you back, but hearing the confirmation of it leaves you completely shocked.

“It’s about time I reciprocated the feeling, no?” He smiles at the way your eyes widen when you process his words. You can’t help but stare at him in stunned silence for a moment before you find your tongue.

“Reciprocated? You know?”

“That you like me? I’m not stupid, you know. It just took me a little longer to realize that I felt the same.” Haruto says the last part gently, turning away in the hopes that you’ll miss the pretty blush spreading over his cheeks, although he’s just a little too late. Haruto straightens so that he’s no longer face-to-face with you, desperately avoiding your gaze.

“No fucking way,” you breathe. WIth a burst of confidence, you use your grip around his neck to pull his face back down to yours. However, with Haruto still carrying you bridal-style, your combined weights causes him to stumble over his feet. You crash to the grass, screeching as you realize Haruto is about to land directly on top of you. Thankfully, he manages to plant his hands on either side of you, catching himself before that can happen.

“My god, you always had shit balance,” is the first thing you can think to say.

“Well maybe let me know the next time you pray on my downfall!” Haruto grumbles.

“You idiot, I was trying to kiss you!”

“Oh.”

You snicker at the innocence in the word, and Haruto laughs sheepishly. However, the expression on his face quickly switches to something more intimate, and as he lowers himself to his elbows you’re suddenly aware of the proximity of his body to yours. It’s like you’ve read each others’ minds, for the moment you hold his face in your hands he’s already diving in to kiss you again. When you separate from Haruto, met with his pure, fond gaze upon you, you feel as though the blurry-lens confusion has finally come into focus.

“You know, Ruto, I never answered your question before. I do find you attractive—I always have, and I don’t just mean your face. I love the way you get nervous, but also how expressive you are when you’re passionate. I love that you’ll always talk to me even if it’s four in the morning, I love eating sushi with you, and I love it so much when you sing. I’m not trying to steal your phrase or anything, but for this past year, I really have only had eyes for you. And it seems like I’ve already made this obvious, but I really really like you, Watanabe Haruto.”

The post-embarrassment from your words is all worth it when you see Haruto break out into a huge smile despite him being a flushed mess. There’s a glimmer in his eyes again, one so beautiful that you think even the sun couldn’t dream of rivaling it.

“I have a suggestion,” he voices, and you smile encouragingly. The affection in his face shifts to a smug grin. “When I win my next relay race, you could say something other than ‘that’s my best friend.’”

You smirk, immediately knowing what he’s getting at. “Like boyfriend?”

Despite him being the one to hint at it, Haruto nearly chokes at the directness of your words. Still, he doesn’t oppose it, a hint of longing in his eyes. “I mean yeah, only—only if it’s okay with you.”

“Hmm,” you feign a thoughtful expression, and Haruto whines at your teasing. You giggle, giving in. “That would have a nice ring to it.”

“You think?” The genuine hope in Haruto’s tone makes you melt, and you nod immediately. Haruto beams at you like you’ve just given him the world, and you quickly place your hands on his shoulders, unsure if you’ll be able to stand anymore of it.

“Come on, walk around the park with me,” you urge, gently nudging him off you. Haruto obediently stands up from the grass, pulling you up with him. Finally, he takes a moment to process his surroundings, his eyes scanning the park with apprehension. The sky has darkened, but the streetlights illuminate the area just enough for him to recognize it as his mouth parts in a little gasp.

“No way, it’s the park we did the portfolio at! How long ago was that, like a year?”

“A year,” you affirm, finding it adorable the way Haruto wistfully observes the park. “It feels like it’s been forever, right?” A mumbled agreement barely leaves Haruto’s lips before he’s grabbing your hand to drag you around the area, his excitement comparable to that of a little child.

And somehow, things feel exactly the same as they always had between the two of you. Haruto still clumsily climbs the tree and he still nearly breaks his leg falling off it. You still laugh and poke fun at him the whole time. (The only difference, really, is that he openly calls you beautiful this time.)

Eventually, the two of you slow down to more lazy steps as you continue along the path surrounding the park. Haruto’s arm is casually circled around your waist, his gaze locked on you as he listens to you ramble. He’s so focused on you that he almost trips over the sidewalk again, to which you wonder whether he’ll look away from you at all.

“The stars are really pretty,” you test, jutting your head towards the space behind Haruto.

“Yeah, they are,” comes Haruto’s response, his eyes completely fixed on yours, and you raise your eyebrows.

“There’s like, barely two stars out right now. You didn’t even look over there,” you point out, the amused smile on your lips giving away that you’re not actually offended.

“Sorry,” Haruto chuckles, his eyes glimmering and tone softening with his next words, “you know I only have eyes for you.”

[muilkyu]

no longer.

 ⸂❀⃗ᜓᜓ۪۪᭢ Angst, Haruto, 1397 Words, Panic Attack ⸙͎۪۫

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The chime of the old metal door of my apartment draws me away from the suffocation of my room. Quick steps get louder and louder as I hear him approaching the room.

The creeks of the wooden door alerts me to the fact that he is finally here. The quick and shallow breaths of his breathing bring back the flood of memories. The tears run down faster hitting my pillow case absorbing just as quickly. I’d tried to be strong, I really wished I could do this myself. Calling him felt like such a blur now. The fuzziness of it all keeps hitting me. Even as he keeps calling my name. His voice gets louder and louder so does that constant ringing in my ears.

Realizing the repetition of my name isn’t pulling me back he reaches for me. The touch of his fingers are just as soft as it had always been. The small taps on my arm translated to a soft, ‘Are you okay?. This wasn’t the first time we’d been in this position. The taps helped when I would become too overwhelmed. Getting grounded had always been so easy with him. Perhaps that’s why I called?

Tapping again this time just once, ‘Hug?’, I slowly nod. The shake of my head only made my head beat faster, the pounding of my heart also grew, but I tried to ignore it all. We aren’t together anymore. I try to remind myself. The warmth of his arms swallowed me whole, pulling me into the abyss that was his chest. The humming of the air con was the only noise followed by the slow in and out calm breaths of him.

My throat was so sore, but I let out a slow croak of, “I’m sorry”.

He rubs my back, letting out a deep breath, “Don’t say sorry”.

I let my eyes focus on his chest. He must have just gotten off of work because he’s in the same dumb orange uniform, I also used to wear. “Did you just get off of work?”

“Yeah, but you needed me,” he says after a bit. He’d always liked to overcompensate and overthink his replies to me. “I was awake anyways.”

It's the same time as the times when we would watch a movie together and he would drift off. I would ask if he was tired which led to him pretending he wasn't. I'd say he's lying and then we would forget about the movie laughing about it. I missed the simple things. I missed him, but I know it's not okay.

Without thinking I say what’s really on my mind, “I missed you”.

It’s only a soft whispered one that should go unspoken. I didn’t expect the reply that came next.

“I missed you too,” he whispered back. I let him hug me tighter.

I clear my throat knowing my next question will only cause tension, but I need to know. “Where you..busy?” The grip around me loosen, I already have my answer.

“I was alone. I have been for a while.”

The pounding in my head gets louder. Why did I even ask? He made a decision a long time ago. We didn't make the same decision, but no matter how many times I hear about it I feel like I am going to throw up. I let him get so close to me, let myself be so vulnerable and now…we can never get back what we had.

"Did she move on?" He nods not wanting to keep this conversation going, but it's 1 in the morning and I'm not thinking straight. "Maybe you both realized what it feels like to hurt someone that they have to almost this way their whole life. I can't walk down the hallways without whispers of 'Does she know?' or 'She deserved it'. So you know what that feels like?"

It takes him a while to respond for me this time. Though he hasn't let me go yet which I can only take as he doesn't want to let me go. Once again we just sit. Holding on to each other still because if he let's me go I don't know if we will have another chance to talk like this again.

It's suffocating really. My back is starting to hurt from the position we are both in. Also having him so close I can smell his perfume which hasn't changed. Memories just continue to flood back. Both the good and the bad. Eventually I can't do it anymore so I try pushing him away.

“Haruto, let me go,” I say, and the tears come back. The push and tug continues on as he keep holding me. “You need to leave if we are not going to have a conversation. I shouldn’t have called you.”

That makes him slowly pull back from the hug. "What do you want me to say? I can't keep saying I'm sorry. You already know I am," he finally says.

"Just, why? I don't need a long answer, I just need to know why you broke us up?"

He’s hesitant in this response. I try to reach his eyes, but he looks away turning his head to sigh. “She has me convinced you didn’t love me anymore. I believed it. The nights you didn't text me or the times you went out without letting me know. Then the guys on campus were saying they'd seen you with other people."

“Why not come to me then? If I didn’t want to be with you anymore I would have told you.”

“You didn’t make any time for me. The excuses all the time saying you had work to do. I asked you if something was going on,” he refutes, I can hear the anger in his voice.

“I told you I was working on a group project. The only people I hang around with are you and the people in the group. What really gets me is if we were having issues you believed the first person to tell you something and not me. I was more than your girlfriend, but also your best friend.”

He shakes his head and finally I break free from the hug he had me in, “That doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my text.”

“And you're right about that, but also didn’t give you the right to cheat on me,” I spit back officially through with this conversion.

He goes silent. The darkness of the room seems to have caved in around him. Maybe I had said too much, but it was the truth. I was supposed to trust him and instead I ended up hurt. So hurt that I even contemplated going back home. Leaving all the good that I had in my life because some boy broke my heart. Some might call that pathetic.

"I already said I was sorry, what else do you want from me? I messed up and I regret it every single day. I miss you so much, it hurts that you're not around me," he says, now his voice is close to cracking.

Without knowing I start to feel tears roll down my cheeks. I finally pull myself out of his grip and stand up. I step away from him walking away. Right now we can't be in the same room. Before I leave the room though I say the last thing I know he wants to hear, "You should have thought about that before you decided to break my heart."

Shallow cries only continue as I walk myself towards my sofa. Sitting down I pull myself back up into a ball letting my head be heavy. Still hearing the cries from my room I try to block it out. As time passes I slowly fall asleep, just as the sun starts to rise. The light sweeps through my curtains and in a weird way it's comforting. Comforting to know that with night comes day. Me and Haruto may never be back at a place where we can be anything, but getting rid of all the feelings is freeing.

The silence caves in around us. The hollow light fills my living room. Trying to push the light of us back into the room. Slow creaks of his steps leave fading into the background. Finally, I am left in the heart of the darkness.

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Sweetener — Profiles 2: 왕자님즈

Watanabe Haruto - Y/n’s boyfriend and Childhood best friend. A student under Applied Music in Hanlim Arts School. Partner in crime is Park Jeongwoo.

Park Jeongwoo - Under the Practical Music department in Seoul School of Performing Arts. Would do anything with Haruto, even if it was out of pocket. Has too much energy for an introvert.

Baekseung - A Practical Dance student at Hanlim Arts School. Tall as hell, how? We don’t know either. Well known pretty boy in their year.

Bang Junhyuk / Win - Under Applied Music in Hanlim Arts School. Was a Highschool Rapper 4 contestant, has more lines than his own screen time. Is making an upcoming disstrack towards mnet.

So Junghwan - Jeongwoo’s Iksan buddy. Goes to Seoul School of Performing Arts, under the Practical Dance department. He’s really just there to hang around.

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[jaesvelvet]

muse — watanabe haruto

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,spelling error

pairing: haruto + fem! reader

words: 2.3k words

目が合う 目が合う

だけで息が詰まる

ほど美しい my muse

my muse is so beautiful

that i can't breath

just by meeting her eyes

+.*

haruto widens his eyes when you stand not so close beside him. your presence could make haruto cloud nine. your laugh could make haruto smile like a fool and your lips, if the world free from any rules, he would like to put his lips onto yours.

as you felt someone watching you, you turn around only to see some male's back, walking away from you. haruto fastens his pace to go to the dance practice room with hands full of snacks, he doesn't want you to think of him like a creeper, staring at someone without any particular reason.

"oi, what takes you so long?" mashiho asked the younger

haruto smile, he gives the oldest snacks that he bought from yg's convenience store. he gave all of the members snacks and water that he bought with his own money as punishment for losing rock paper scissors.

they all minded their own business, felt too tired of having chat with each other, they have gotten no rest since morning, practicing for their upcoming debut. all they could think now is their comfortable bed. but as much as they want to rest, they need to get this choreo neat and perfect to amaze the audience.

but haruto, his mind could think of you. you with silky hair and always wear your favorite white converse whenever you came to the company. it's unbelievable how you made him go crazy about you since he never felt falling in love with anyone. but when you step in the dance practice room and greeted them with a big smile on your face, that's the time where haruto felt you are so cute and making his heart fluttered

knowing your personality, haruto felt you are his type, he is completely head over heels for you, and he hates how he can't speak even a single word towards you when he realized his feelings. he felt so stupid.

"you guys!!" you entered the dance practice room with your infamous smile. behind you, lee youngsang, your father followed you into the dance practice room and put his belonging on the couch.

"i give you all 5 more minutes and shows me your result" said lee yongsang, or treasure's dance teacher or your dad more specifically.

as the leaders of the group, jihoon, and hyunsuk yelled out a 'yes teacher!' as a response, but once again haruto felt the cloud nine in his body, seeing the person he likes talking to doyoung, you always laugh whenever doyoung make the dad jokes, although haruto and the others find it not funny and lame, you being the easily laugh person, always laugh at doyoung's joke and it successfully made haruto smile like an idiot.

"who are you smiling at?" haruto flinched, truly shocked by asahi sudden appearance.

"no one, i remember when jeongwoo fell the other day, it's still funny till now" he answered coolly asahi can't know his big secret although he closes with asahi.

asahi nodded and left haruto alone, haruto sigh, relieved as the oldest trust his little lie.

"ruto ya" you called him

"yes,y/n?"

"i watched t-map yesterday, and i heard you like collecting butterfly necklaces"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's heart flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"you know– your style is cool and your fashion sense too, what about you wear something cute?"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"why don't you try to wear something cute?" you asked

haruto scrunched his face. wear something cute? like what? like doyoung's all-red outfit? or junkyu's koala pajama?

"wear this. i made it myself, i made for you cause i remember you said you like collecting butterfly necklace" you handed it him a white pink bead necklace with a butterfly locket

haruto smile widely and couldn't help but chuckled at your cuteness. oh, how he wishes he could hug you right now

"thank you y/n, i'm gonna wear this," he said and wear the necklace on the spot, seeing you laugh happily made him happy. love turns someone crazy.

"okay guys that's enough of a break" the teacher yelled, making all of the 12 treasure members turn to their positions. haruto smile as he saw you mouthing 'fighting' to him.

+.*

haruto stares at the bead necklace with love in his eyes, he smiles when he thought you made this while thinking about him who loves collecting a butterfly necklace. he felt appreciated for the moment.

suddenly the door open, showing junkyu with his koala pajamas, entered the room with a towel on his shoulder and wet hair.

"i felt like i could sleep till next week" the older groaned, throwing himself to his bed, ready to sleep.

haruto didn't reply, he also felt tired from all day practicing, he turns his body facing the wall, ready to sleep but junkyu's question made him awake.

"do you like y/n, ruto ya?"

"what are you talking about hyung?"

"we all know"

haruto gulped

we?

who we?

treasure members?

if yes, he is doomed.

"no, how can i—"

"you guys could make a cute couple"

"go to sleep hyung, we got to get up early tomorrow" haruto said, not want to continue this topic.

junkyu let him off, he also wants to sleep right now.

+.*

today is the day, where they need to record their debut song, but in the japanese version. when haruto turns to record his part, you enter the studio with your favorite potato snack.

you smiled at haruto who's now in the recording room, haruto returns your smile and starts practicing his rap before record it as he wants everything to go perfectly.

you still smiling at haruto, secretly adoring how cool he is while working, noticing jihoon looking at you with a smirk on his face, you quickly change your focus to the snack you bought

you don't want anyone to know your crush on haruto because they're gonna debut soon, and rookies can't date. you felt butterflies whenever haruto talks to you or smile at you, although you're the one who always starts the conversation, yet haruto never failed to make your day better

you noticed how haruto always awkward whenever you guys having a conversation and it made him cuter! thinking he must be awkward with a person besides his members

"ready, haruto?" the producer asked through the mic

haruto gives thumbs up, showing he ready to show off his skill to you although you know how good he in rap through ygtb.

he starts rapping in his native language, making you surprised, amazed at how his voice got so much deeper than rapping in korean.

"y/n cover your mouth, i'm afraid if fly flew into your mouth" jihoon joked, making all of the members laugh at you, you frowned at him but of course jihoon, being jihoon,  he keeps teasing you more and more.

"it's cute how you flirt with haruto with the bead necklace"

"i wasn't flirting!" you backup yourself

the members gave a sly smile at the youngest, obviously didn't trust all the words that come out from your mouth.

"yeah, but your dad said you took the class for the necklace, and you hate beads since they're so small and hard to do anything with it" said jihoon

you sighed as you can't think of another reply, because all of jihoon said is true.

"am i being obvious?" you finally being your true self towards the olders

hyunsuk nodded

"we can already tell you like haruto— the way you talk, see, and smile to him is different whenever you with us beside you only do bead necklace for him only," hyunsuk said, faking his tear at the fact you didn't give them your handmade bead necklace.

"haruto must know about this too, right?"

"nah he doesn't" junkyu replied

"why are you so sure?" you asked

"i was his roommate and i can tell he clearly in love with you, he slept with your necklace yesterday and we all notice how he smiling like an idiot whenever you around"

you couldn't help but smile at junkyu's statement

"you know y/n,his part in 'boy' he wrote himself. and guess who is the lyrics dedicated to?" yoshi asked

"who?"

"to you of course," mashiho replied

"seriously?" you turn your head, facing haruto who now rapping to his part.

"what does that mean?" she asked

"it means, my muse is so beautiful that i can't breathe just by meeting her eyes" asahi spoke, grinning at the youngest

the members start teasing you, making you turn all red. you cover your red ears when haruto gets out of the recording room. haruto frowned when he saw you covered your ears, did his rap didn't impress you?

jihoon and hyunsuk who sit in front of you could only smirk when they saw how fluttered you are.

+.*

as usual, you only sit on the couch looking at the twelve boys practicing so hard for their debut, your dad keeps correcting their choreo and makes sure they all dancing in synchronize or they need to repeat all over again.

you felt pity for them, but they need to practice for a good result. you keep your eyes on haruto, ah, how charming is he? the way he laughs whenever the others making a joke.

"okay, take 5," said the coach, making them all lay on the floor, catching their breath. you smiled as you take fruit juice from your bag pocket to give to haruto but your dad snatches it away from you and innocently drinks the juice.

"how thoughtful my daughter is? brought juice for her dad" said your dad, continue drinking the juice. you scrunched your face, you want to yell at your father but you decided to not make a scene, instead of doing what you have in your mind- which is throwing a punch on your dad's arm, you push him and leave the dance practice room with a frowned face.

jihoon and hyunsuk laughing, knowing their coach purposely doing that to tease his daughter. meanwhile haruto just finds you sulking is cute(not fully knowing what happen), he just wants to squish that tiny girl.

hours later, you come back to the practice room after wandering around the company. you surprised that they still practice although it's 8 pm. they should head home, right?

as you want to ask your dad when will they go home, a groan, making everyone froze and look at haruto who already lie down, holding his ankle. you quickly go to him and check his ankle

"i think he sprained his ankle," you said and help haruto to stand–with the help of the other of course. haruto winced as the sprained feet touch the floor, without saying anything you took off haruto's shoes and socks, taking ice packs from junghwan who go to the store when hyunsuk ordered him to buy ice packs

"wait, i get the first aid," you said and left making all of the members, including your dad to look at haruto

"what?" haruto asked

"i know you like my daughter kid, just confess i'm tired of answering her about you every day," he said

haruto widen his eyes

"w-what?"

"just confess ruto, i'm 100% sure y/n accept you," hyunsuk said

"if you still not sure, please take a look how fast y/n go to you when you sprained your ankle and the fact she only made beads necklace only for you" jihoon added

hearing their words making haruto smile shyly, she likes him back...?

seeing haruto smiling like an idiot, they all left the practice room as you arrived with first aid in your hands. you ignored the sly smile on others face, haruto's ankle is now more important

you kneel in front of him carefully bandaging his ankle

"you need to rest, no practice, walking making a late recovery," you said

haruto smile

"thank you y/n, i appreciate it" he said

you nod as you can't think any of response, you worried about haruto's injury, their debut only a month away

"i like you" his sudden words making you froze, slowly you look up, facing haruto

"what did you—"

"i like you" he cut you off

you pin the bandage and stand, making haruto look up at you. your smile making haruto's nervousness faded away.

"that is so sudden? i thought you could make it more romantic?"

haruto froze, feeling regret confessing to you without anything special. he needs to give a good impression as a boyfriend! - you could do better haruto! he thought. he apologizes to you in which you reply with your beautiful giggle.

"i'm just playing with you" you said and take a seat beside haruto, taking a brave move, you rest your head on his broad shoulder.

"but really, i'm sorry for confessing unromantically"

"ruto, the rap in your debut album is amazing, and that's the most romantic thing someone ever done to me. thank you" you said while smiling, thinking about his rap.

haruto scoffs, he knows so well yoshi said this to you because yoshi is the one who knew the rap is meant for someone he loves.  however, he also wants to hug the older as he 'helps' his feelings towards you.

"let's go home, you need plenty of rest" you said, helping the boy to stand up

"can you come to my dorm? i need someone to take care of me, i can't walk it will cause a late recovery someone said" haruto said in a teasing way making you slap his arm, laughing at his words

"i will make sure dad send me there tomorrow"

[minheeology]

treasure reaction ➵ their bestie is in nct’s new all- female unit

requested? : yes!

pairing : treasure x idol!fem!reader

genre : fluff

a/n : nct love is the name i made up for the sub-unit. this took a lot out of me to write but i’m happy with it.. not proofread so if there’s mistakes i’m sorry in advance.

hyunsuk

the second he found out he rushed over to meet you

he's so happy for you like ??? oh my god ??? his bestie is in the first female nct unit ! nct love is about to change the game !!!

won't stop telling you how you're literally making history

makes sure to promote you and nct love the best he can since sm sucks at their job

jihoon

basically your manager

tells everyone he knows to stream your song

uses his position as an mc as a way to promote you subtly

while yujin is talking about something he'll do a move from the choreo dhasjndbk

nct love stans will applaud jihoon for his efforts to support you <3

yoshi

he'll buy you a gift omg ):

it'll be something thoughtful, like a bracelet with your debut song's name on it, or maybe it'll say 'nct love'

he'll probably get a matching one with his debut song on it or 'treasure' so he can match with his bestie <3

always brings you up in any conversation about best singer/dancer/rapper etc so he can brag about you because he's so proud of you

junkyu

your own personal fanboy

he'll buy your album the day it comes out in hopes he gets your pc

even if he doesn't, you're still happy he bought the album anyway

if you perform at an award show, he's cheering the loudest in the crowd

knows the nct love fanchant by heart

he wants everyone to know how amazing his best friend is

mashiho

so supportive of you

he won't stop telling you how cool you are

hypes you up to NO END !

he will 100% post a dance cover of your song once it's out

"this is nct love's song [song name]! please check it out and support my best friend y/n! she and the others worked very hard!

jaehyuk

he literally blows up your phone when he finds out

"Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!"

will try and find time to celebrate with you in person

if he can't then just know he's making everyone listen to your song in the treasure dorms

asahi

he'll draw/paint you something to commemorate it

probably something like you as a superhero with elements from your music video and lyrics from the song

to him you're as cool as a superhero, and that's his way of telling you so <3

he probably has your album next to his computer because you inspire him

yedam

this man lets EVERYONE know that you're debuting

vlive, twitter, interviewers... everyone will know

"actually my best friend y/n is debuting in nct love ! please support them and love them a lot!"

and everyone will listen to him because he is the bang yedam

doyoung

tweets about watching the music video right after it comes out

if he ever gets your slogan, pc, or picket you bet his gonna post a selfie with it

literally posted a selfie with your album the second he got it

he loves having you as his best friend, and wants to make sure he supports you and nct love in any way he can

haruto

him and his family are your biggest supporters

he'll buy multiple copies so he can send some home for his family in japan

he's gonna make sure nct love are million sellers even if he has to do all the work himself LMAO

he's always telling the members how much he loves your song and will rap/sing your parts (depending on your position in the group) all the time

jeongwoo

he'll post an embarrassing picture with you on the members twt <3

of course, he'll promote you in the caption with the music video link

or he'll put a melon screenshot of him listening to the song

maybe both

he just wants you to know he supports you in everything you do (':

junghwan

like mashiho, he'll probably post a dance cover

he'll learn the choreo with in a day and then BAM! instant support for you

he loves bragging about you, and will do so to anyone who will listen

claims that nct love is the best nct sub-unit ever and tells anyone who disagrees to argue with the wall

[lyjikyu]

        YOU, DEAR ★ 예담

✧.. . grammar & spelling erorrs!, a royal!au & prince!yedam

playing.. . ❍ you, dear by eloise

roaming at the back of the castle at night you take a deep sigh as you find no traces of yedam. you honestly didn't expect to fall for the prince himself. ever since childhood you had this friendly rivalry going with the both of you, but after that dance at the ball last month your feelings took quite a turn.

that night—it just felt different than usual. the way he was holding your hand, that genuine smile plastered on his face as he stared at you, as if you were a compelling rare gem. maybe you were exaggerating the whole thing? who knows, all you knew, was that it didn't feel wrong. it was almost like you were destined to fall right into this at the end.

“my my, well look who decided to invite me here. a bit suprising coming from you y/n.” you turn around to see yedam smiling at you with hands in his pockets. he proceeds to walk next to you—averting his gaze onto the night sky above. “you said you wanted to say something right? what was it?”

“look I ..this is a bit unexpected but I just wanted closure with you about ...this” you start to feel a heavy weight in your chest as you nervously gulp, you've never been in this kind of situation before and you hated it. but you had to let this out somehow or things will just get much worse.

“I uh, yedam.. I think I like you?” you curse yourself mentally as you didn't mean your words to sound so unsure. “but why do you seem like you're not so sure about it? hm?” of course he had to tease you about this.

“no but on a serious note. I'm glad to know that you feel the same.”

“feel the same?”

“I like you too y/n, is it not obvious?”

made this when I was doing my seatwork and you, dear played from my playlist ( - 3 -) 👉👈 tho the story doesn't correlate with the song at all ><

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[junhyukiscute]

After-school love

Basketball!AU (Watanabe Haruto x reader x Park Jeongwoo)

(L/n) (Y/n) has never really been one to involve themselves in academic activities. Wake up, go to school, go home. Every day is the same mundane process that evokes no new emotions. 

After having to return a favor to a good friend of theirs, (Y/n) suddenly finds themselves as the temporary manager for the basketball team until further notice. The only thing they needed to do was to recruit the famous second-year, Watanabe Haruto to the team. 

Taking care of the renowned annoying yet clumsy resident, Park Jeongwoo, was already taking a toll on their everyday life. How will (Y/n) be able to handle draft Haruto to the team if he continuously rejects their advances?

However, one sight had changed (Y/n)’s whole perspective of the aloof male. It was glimmering brighter than any diamond and more refreshing than any iced lemonade. It was Haruto practicing basketball!

(Y/n)’s high school days are now starting to become a treasure. 

“I’ve always been there for you... what more do I have to do to get you to finally notice me?” - Park Jeongwoo

“Stupid manager. You’ve pulled me into this mess, shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?” - Watanabe Haruto

Inspired by the manga, Houkago, Koishita by Mitsui Haruka. Pictures don’t belong to me.

[binniebutter]

𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 11 & 33 “Cuddles?” & “You’re such a baby.” requested by anon

Pairing: Watanabe Haruto x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 350

Warnings: none

a/n: I’m sorry anon, I forgot that you asked for the reader to be sick and by the time that I had remembered, it was already done🥺 Hope you still like it! Also if you’re confused, Haruto is babysitting!

Haruto had called you this morning, begging you to come over and help him. You had wanted to ask him what he needed help with but before you could, he ended the call. His frantic tone had already worried you but now you were even more worried as you quickly jumped out of bed. You didn’t bother to change out of your pajamas and grabbed your keys and phone, bidding your parents goodbye and leaving out the door.

Once you arrived at the boys’ dorm, you opened the door using the spare key under the welcome mat. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw inside. There were toys scattered everywhere around the living room. A spilled plate of what you think and hope was baby food was on the kitchen floor. Two toddlers were too entranced by the cartoon playing on the tv to notice you. What the-

“Stop crying! Why are you crying!?!? I’ve fed you, I’ve changed your diaper, so why are you still crying!?!?” You heard your boyfriend shout in frustration. You followed the sound of his voice, leading you to his bedroom door. You peeked inside, seeing him pace in front of a small child that was currently crying. “Oh my god, you’re such a baby,” he muttered to himself.

“Yes, she is a baby, Ruto,” you said while walking in and giving him a glare. “Which is why you need to be gentle with her and not shout.” You turned to the toddler who was sniffling now. “Hi baby. What’s wrong sweetheart? Come here love,” you cooed at her. She looked up at you, opening her arms as a sign that she wanted to be picked up.

You picked her up and put her on your hip, her head afk finding its way into the crook of your neck. She was calm now and you were glad. “See, all she needed was cuddles Haruto,” you told your boyfriend.

“Cuddles? I don’t do cuddles, Y/n,” he said, putting on a cool guy act. You scoffed at his blatant lie.

“Really? You do with me.”

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[harutosbestie]

[💤] 4 am haruto thoughts.

haruto looked at you with loving eyes as his fingers lightly traced around your face. he stopped at your lips as a last destination and just stared at them, thinking. you were out of it, well mostly melting under his touch into pure bliss. nothing could compare to moments like these with him, just the two of you against the world and against sleep. though you both were sleepy, none of you wanted to stop whatever it was you were doing. he started humming a familiar song and you broke into a big smile. 'how come whenever we have sleepovers we erase the sleep part?' you giggled and turned to sit on your back. you looked up at the ceiling and imagined it was stars ; haruto followed, 'look at that! a shooting star!' he said pointing at the lights which just flickered. you couldn't help but giggle more. gosh, you were so in love with him.

☆_☆_☆_☆

[acaiasahi]

✶ 4:30 pm ; watanabe haruto.

[ now playing . . . ] perfect playlist by ellie williams

your footsteps come to a halt upon the gravel floor, the cherry blossom tree swaying softly as it shades your best friend under it. inhaling, you bring your footsteps back to life as you place one foot in front of the other.

steps getting hesitant as you get closer to the towering boy, you scrape up any remaining courage within you to walk up and tap him on the shoulder.

he whirls around, eyes catching yours with a soft smile. "hey, you," he says softly. a blush rises onto your cheeks, looking away because his gaze was too strong for your liking.

you keep a safe distance between him, the nerves of confessing get to you as your gaze never lets up from the floor. haruto takes the initiative, asking why you wanted to talk to him.

your body stays frozen, like time has stopped as your brain wracks through every single thought. the way your brain keeps you from opening your mouth almost wants to make you cry due to frustration.

letting out a airy chuckle, you look around everywhere but him. it doesn't bother him though, you've always been quite hesitant with him but this... feels different to him.

"what's up?" he asks, grabbing one of your hands and playing with it. he grazes his fingertips against your palm every so slightly, almost as if you'd break under any weight. you laugh at the ticklish feeling, pulling your hand away before looking up at him.

you sigh, "i don't want to be too forward, but i'm scared of this, whatever this is. i know this sounds stupid but, haruto, i want to eat pancakes for dinner with you. i want to watch tv with you, a-and i try to hide all my feelings for you but every time i see you, i just wanna shout about how much i absolutely love and adore you," you say breathlessly. his gaze softens even more and squeezes your hand, a silent way of telling you to keep going.

"i want to do all these boring, mundane things with you. only you, you are all i want." you finish off with a red face and you back away in embarrassment.

he shakes his head, unsure of what to say to your sudden confession but as he feels your warm body pull away from his, he reels you back in with a hug before leaving a ghostly kiss just above your temple.

"i love you too, and i'd love to eat pancakes for dinner with you," he says with a chuckle before bringing you into a kiss that makes you want to run to the highest mountain to scream about your love for him.

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume ... @tahyunwoo ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrb0t ... @alohajun ... @minisxng ... @setakdongies ... @ncizen ... @kyufilms ... @saeromiz ... @sunoo-bby ... @dancinginthetailight ... @seung-scrittore ... @sseastar-main ... @changmin-wrlds ... @hanjisungpark ... @existnesia ... @ily-cuz-i ... @yedamology

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. just smth short bc i was listening to a song n wanted to write smth lol :3

© ACAIASAHI 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYING, TRANSLATING, AND REPOSTING IS PROHIBITED.

[pixieminutes]

#16 #75 #99 haruto blurb please💓

하루토 + #16 + #75 + #99

22:31 - “i love you, darling.”

you hummed, “i like that.”

“what?” haruto chuckled, “darling?”

nodding, you hummed again, a warm feeling spreading through your chest as you snuggled up to your boyfriend.

“you are just absolutely gorgeous,” he sighed, “i feel breathless when i’m with you, you know. you’re so effortlessly stunning.”

“haruto,” you groaned.

“to me,” he smiled smugly, “i don’t care what you think or what others think. that’s what you are to me.”

“thank you,” you whispered, looking up into his deep brown eyes and cupping his jaw with your hand, stroking small lines with your thumb across his cheek, “can i kiss you?”

“you think i’m gonna say no when i’m this smitten with you?” haruto mused, leaning down and catching your lips with his before you could even make a move, “i love you, darling.”

you hummed, laughing with glee, “it sounds even better the second time.”

[muilkyu]

Cram School Adventures With Treasure

🐰 Doyoung

“Number 3 isn’t correct. You forgot to carry the exponent.” 

Looking down at the worksheet again you look over the problem he right it's completely wrong which means all of them are wrong. 

Dramatically you push the paper away placing your head down on, “I have to redo all of them no. I didn’t carry the exponent for any of them.” 

“I can help you. I am already on the next worksheet,” Doyoung suggests.

You smile, lifting your head back up, “You're the best boyfriend ever.” 

Always offers to help even when you don’t need the help

Prefers to study with you because he claims he can focus better with you there

He's actually more distracted but he loves your company 

His mom always packs snacks for both of you

🐏 Haruto

“Do you have an extra pencil?”

“I don’t know, let me check,” he says, he digs through his pencil bag for a few minutes before shaking his head, “I don’t have one. Did you forget to bring one?” 

“I swore I put it back into my bag before I left this morning,” you reply, still digging through your bag for the missing pencil. 

Haruto doesn’t even think before handing over the pencil in his hand, “Here use mine then. I can just take my notes on my laptop till we leave.” 

“No Ruto, it’s okay I can just take my notes online instead.”

He still sets the pencil down in front of you, “No, it’s okay I was already done.” 

“Okay, if you say so. Thank you.” 

Smiling he pulls out his laptop, “Anything for you.” 

More focused than the other boys when studying with you

You don’t study all the time together because he can’t focus with you around 

You always pack snacks for when you study together

🐺 Jeongwoo

“Did you bring snacks?”

“You know we aren’t allowed to snack.”

You pout patting your stomach, “Can we go get some before we go inside, please?” 

Jeongwoo tries to avoid looking at you knowing he can’t deny your pout. “We don't have time. We need to study for exams.”

“Please I’ll pay,” you try again. A pout still hangs on your face trying to convince him.

When he finally looks at you he sighs, “Fine, we have to hurry though.” 

Jeongwoo loves studying with you...when he does study 

You have to drag him to study with you 

Always walks you home after you study 

🐮 Junghwan

“We should go ice skating.” 

“That sounds fun. If we ever finish this project maybe we could actually try to fit into our schedule next year or so." 

Junghwan pouts looking down at all the work you both still have to do for your project, “Maybe we should just take a break for today and finish it tomorrow.” 

“I don't know we still have a lot to do.” 

“I promise that we will finish it all, but you need a break. It's almost dark lets just go take a walk.” 

You know he’s right so you nod starting to collect your stuff, “Will you walk me home?”

“Of course.” 

Is always making sure you don’t study too long 

Loves walking you back to the dorms after you finish studying

Always tells his mom that he will be back late because of this 

-

This is my official return!

I'm so excited to be back.

Request closed.

[qyuoza]

Sweetener — Profiles 1: THE 멋

Lee Y/n - A regular student of Practical Dance at Hanlim Arts School. Usually a school representative at singing and or dancing competitions. Haruto Watanabe’s girlfriend.

Jang Wonyoung - Part time model and friend of Y/n and Sullyoon. Is in the department of Broadcasting and Entertainment at Hanlim Arts School. Y/n’s best friend.

Naoi Rei - Goes to Seoul School of Performing Arts with Hikaru and Bahiyyih. Is under the Practical Music Department. A close family friend of Y/n’s.

Ezaki Hikaru - Naoi Rei’s classmate in the Practical Music Department. Y/n’s dance partner at out of school competitions. Bahiyyih’s best friend.

Huening Bahiyyih - Under Practical Dance at Seoul School of Performing Arts. Met Y/n through Hikaru. Is a part time influencer on Instagram and Tiktok.

Sullyoon / Seol Yunah - Under the Department of Applied Music in Hanlim Arts School. Wonyoung’s fellow model friend, who is under the same agency. Part time influencer like Huening Bahiyyih.

Liz / Kim Jiwon - An Applied Music Major at Hanlim Arts School. One of Rei’s best friends. A exceptional vocalist that represents the school in competitions.

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[archivesofmylove]

daisy {watanabe haruto au}

a/n: fluff, lowercase intended ———— the daisy is the birth flower of april. which symbolizes purity, true love, and innocence. daisies are known as flowers to show your undying love for someone. ———— "and why daisies?" he asked. a slight smile appeared on her face, though she was careful not to let him notice. she had just accidentally told him how daisies made her think of him. leaving both of them flustered, their cheeks and ears flushed pink. "no reason. i just think they're just undeniably pretty, don't you think?" he nodded slowly, stroking her hair while continuing their walk in a field of daisies. flowers—the daisy, to be exact—was her thing. there's something about those dainty, wildflowers that makes her heart get filled up with glee, much like how he makes her feel. they soon found themselves sitting on the hammock at a little place down by the creek, quite far off the daisy field, though some daisies still visible and scattered around them. the sun was just about to say it's regards to the faint clouds as the sky turned into a beautiful golden orange, both of them knew what that meant. the temperature was warm though the cold breeze pierced their skin, making them close the distance between them. the faint scent of daisies still notable, though is quite barely overlapped with the more pronounced scent of grass. she took notice of the slowly setting sun, sighing while taking in the heavenly scenery. then broke the silence, "i have to g-" "you have to go, i know" he interrupted, also taking a deep breath, looking right at her. "ten minutes?" he tried to compromise. "five. my parents will kill me if i get home after dark, you know that, right?" she chuckles slightly, brushing the hair out of his face. "alright, five" he agreed. they sat in silence for a few minutes, watching as the sun starts to kiss the horizon gently. "are you ever gonna tell me the real reason why you love daisies so much?" she looked at him, putting her hand on his left cheek, mesmerized at how indescribably beautiful he is. the way his brown eyes turned golden, reflecting the orange rays of the sun. how his dark hair fell down just under his eyebrows, soft as if they were made out strands of silk. how his prominent facial features just complimented his personality perfectly. "it's because you are a daisy" she had said with a soft voice, stroking his cheek slightly. he took a few seconds to digest what she had just said. "um, i don't know if you forgot, but the last time i checked my name wasn't donald", he said matter-of-factly which made her burst into laughter and leaned her head on his shoulder, him joining in laughing with her. "shut up, watanabe" she playfully hit him. "but seriously though, what does that mean? why am i a daisy?" he sounded genuinely confused. she sighed, "my five minutes are up. are you gonna walk me back or not?" she stood up, pulling him up to stand up with her. "i am", he said while adjusting the denim jacket he was wearing. 

"but you're really not gonna budge, huh?" he poked at her sides. she laughed and stuck out her tongue, letting go of his hand then running off towards the direction to her house. him running behind her trying to catch up as the orange sky slowly turned into a solemn dark blue.