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oneirataxia-haechan · 15 days ago

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They find out they weren't your original bias

Boynextdoor maknae line x reader (established relationship) (taesan and woonhak's might be long sorry) ultimate masterlist hyung line

Taesan

gets kind of annoyed when Jaehyun tells him you biased Leehan first.

laughs in his face.

thinks he is 1000% pranking him.

chooses not to believe Jaehyun and live blissfully unaware.

will raise an eyebrow at you when you mention Leehan's talents or looks.

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You and the boys decided to make a shared playlist that everyone adds songs of their choice to. This way when all of you are hanging out theres an easy way to decide on music choice. While playing a board game with the boys one day a song, new to the playlist, started playing. You began singing along.

“I love this song! Who added this?” Expecting Taesan to fess up, your attention was grabbed from in front of you, rather than next to you, where your boyfriend resided. As you looked at who began to speak, it happened to be Leehan.

“This is one of my new favorite songs actually, I didn’t know you liked it as well.” He said with a sweet smile.

“I knew you had great taste in fish, but I didn’t know you had such similar and great taste in music.” You flashed a big smile at him as you moved your game piece on the board. Taesan raised an eyebrow as you said this, not noticing his furrowed expression. He was a little jealous knowing that song was one of your favorites, but not being the one to add it. Although you missed it, Jaehyun noticed Taesan's eyebrows, making him giggle. Everyone thought he was giggling at what you said but Taesan knew he had been caught by him. You were a little confused as to why he laughed but brushed it off.

Around half an hour later all of you were just sitting around and talking. Taesan finally felt this was a good time to pull you aside. You were a little worried you had missed something, but it’s not the first time he’s pulled you aside while the boys were around.

“Tae?” You looked at him as he looked at the ground. Seeming as if he was trying to write out the right sentence in his mind.

“Dongmin.” You said sharp but sweetly. His head shot up, meetig your gaze. He sighed and began.

“Was Leehan your original bias?” As you were about to answer he cut you off and started to ramble a bit.

“It doesn’t bother me but Jaehyun told me and I just want to know if it’s true or if he was pranking me but it doesn’t bother me at all I understand. I was going to ignore it but when you complimented him actually no when you complimented his music taste specifically, that’s what bothered me. But it doesn’t bother me I just-“

“Minnie breathe.” You whispered, as you put your hand over his mouth, knowing he would’ve kept going if you didn’t. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he opened them as you took your hand off of his face, staring into your eyes.

“Sorry.” He whispered, still keeping eye contact. You sighed.

“No, Jaehyun wasn’t pranking you but it’s nothing. He found some old old texts between my friend and I from when I first became a onedoor.” He nodded in response.

“I originally did bias Leehan but I never told you because I didn’t see it as important. I eventually met you and you were all that was on my mind.” He smiled widely which turned into a smirk.

“Ah my rizz worked. Not surprised. Good thing I didn’t care anyways.” You lifted his hand up to your mouth, placing a delicate kiss.

“Sure Dongmin, sure.”

Leehan

most nonchalant about it about it.

doesn’t get jealous. he think’s it cute that you biased his room mate at first.

teases you about it occasionally. especially when they are having a comeback.

you still have no idea how he found out, not like it was a secret or anything. but how?

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You were cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend. Leehan was doing his usual like any other day, watching his fish and talking to himself. He loved to keep his fish, and you, company while you cooked. You only really heard 75% of what he mumbled about, but if it was important he made sure he got your attention first. He went through so many random topics and thoughts while watching them swim around. Ocassionily he would glance over at you to check on you as well.

“Y/n is so cute.” He would occasionally bring you up, not talking directly to you though. He continued his thought and what he said sent alarms off in your head.

“Y/n’s bias used to be Riwoo hyung. I can’t blame Y/n though, I love him too.” Raising an eyebrow at this comment you spun around, meeting Leehan’s gaze.

“Where’d you hear that from, hm?” You scoffed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He joked with a smirk plastered on his face.

Woonhak

laughs it off when Taesan tells him he overheard you talking about biasing him first instead of Woonhak.

gets a strong ping of jealousy in his heart and tries to hide his pout as Taesan goes back to what he was origianlly doing.

will ask you indirectly until you catch on and explain.

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“Sweetie, what’s the pout for?” You asked gently, sitting down next to Woonhak. He thought for a few seconds and you put your hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of his hand, with your thumb.

“How long were you a onedoor before we met?” He asked, not looking at you.

“Around 7 or 8 months I believe, why?” You said, raising a brow.

“Who did you notice first? Be honest.” As he finished asking you stopped your circular motions.

“Woonie… Why are you asking me this?” He took his hand out of your grip, not satisfied with your continuing questions. He began to repeat his question but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Kim Woonhak. I’m not going to answer another one of your questions until you tell me what’s going on and why you’re upset.” You just wanted him to stop pouting and actually talk to you. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. Not a great sign for you because as soon as your eyes met his, you folded.

“Okay fine I’ll be honest but then you have to explain what’s going on.” He nodded in agreement, his pout fading into a curious yet focused expression, as you began.

“The first person I noticed was you. Honestly.” His pout returned as he looked away. You put your hand on his thigh, reassuring him yet begging for an explination.

“Taesan said he overheard you talking about how he was your original bias, not me.” He said, crossing his arms, looking in your direction to try and read your body language.

“Woon-“Cutting you off, he then questioned, “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

You scoffed a little, “You never asked me who my original bias was, sweetie.” His cheeks grew pink in color realizing you were right. He hid his face in his hands, feeling embarrassed about not only his child like behavior, but especially embarrassed about his jealousy. He isn’t usually so jealous over silly things like this, but today was different. You lightly moved his hands off his face and settled them inbetween you both, interlocking your fingers with his.

“You were the first person I noticed, yes, but Taesan ended up as my bias. I’m not in love with him or anything like that just who I seemed to like most. You were always my bias wrecker.” He tried to inturrupt you but you cut him off, continuing your thought.

“Until I became yours and the boys' friend. Once I met you I changed my bias. That’s why when you guys eventually asked about the topic, of course you were my answer.” Sitting up with excitment and blushing a shade of almost red now.

“Taesan heard correctly but that doesn’t matter. I don’t pinch Taesan’s cheeks.” You said while smiling and pinching Woonhak’s cheek.

“I don’t kiss Taesan.” Placing kisses around his face. “And I definitley don’t do this to Taesan.” You stated, getting louder toward the end of the sentence. You leaned into him and began tickling him. Your mixed laughter could be heard by the other boys, causing smiles and giggles from them.

hyung line here

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serejae · 5 months ago

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WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 16. BUT ID LIKE TO JUST PRETEND

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warning: im gonna pretend we're in korea for this chapter so jaehyun can drink LOLSIES, i also know barely anything about drinking so if its not accurate OOPS #20y/owhocantdrinkstrugglesbcshesscaredofthelaw

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taglist @lilriswife4life @cherrytaesan @tubatu-lovie @woonsbot @guiltysungho @taylorluvation @kage-yaa @lionhanie @dearly-somber @nicholasluvbot @nujeskz @unhakki @lblossom21 @crispy-kirby @seunghancore @nctrawberries @i03jae @icewons @miidorei @hanbinniesmango @helpsplease @dongminz

ps: it doesnt get better from here until wayyy after ;-)

(a few minutes ago) EPISODE 5

"what are we even supposed to do?" jaehyun said as he took another shot. "i uh have to ask you questions" woonhak explained as he repositioned the camera up to face jaehyun. jaehyun hummed as he took another shot "are you okay? you took like 10 shots since we got here and i haven't even started recording yet" woonhak looked up from the camera concerned. "pfft what do you know about drinking" jaehyun laughed looking at woonhak, woonhak scoffed "not much, but i know this relates back to yn". the older one looked away "just record or something i don't know..."

"now we have myung jaehyun. i'll ask you questions and you can answer away from yn. i assure you she won't see this footage...well unless she watches this but that's beside the point." woonhak adjusted the camera a bit. "so i CAN answer the question? i have a choice?" jaehyun asked rather tipsy. "no sorry, you WILL answer these."

"what are your opinions on L/N Y/N?"

jaehyun took another shot before answering. "Yn? she's...I MISS HER" he suddenly erupted into tears taking back woonhak but content is content...

"i cant live without her i dont know how i haven't died yet during these 2 years. shes all i constantly think about, when i go to the store, i think about her, when i sleep, i think about her, when I'm even in my fucking office i think about her and that was the main thing that drove me away from her." he sobbed into his hands. woonhak giggled a bit at the sight and zoomed into jaehyun crying. "I'm gonna have to put a 'her' count in here..."

"I thought you ended things because of music, your job?"

"FUCK THE JOB! i'm done, i'll take it all back and work at fucking wendys if it means i can stay with her. my music career is a flop! YOU know" jaehyun pointed at woonhak to which he nods "THEY know" he pointed at the camera "SHE knows" he points at his heart "I just cant take not being around her anymore. we don't have to be friends we don't have to date again I just want her back in my life completely without messing everything up. i'd literally argue with her for the rest of my life even if it hurts me rather than never talk to her at all and it hurts because she makes it look so simple, not missing me, not talking to me. but it's fair enough isn't it? if i had just shut my mouth for that one day i would've realized that music doesn't compare to her, but why'd i have to realize so late?"

"do you still think about her?"

"of course i do" he cried even more, woonhak was pretty sure jaehyuns drink was more tears than alcohol now "you know..." jaehyun giggled for a second 'the roman empire? how its like a joke that all guys think of it often, she, y/n are you watching this?" jaehyun gets close to the camera, his nose touching the lens, too drunk to realize anything. "yn, you're my roman empire, there's not a second i don't think about you. i wake up , its you, i go to sleep, its you, i eat, its you, hell i could strip right now and dance-“ “that's enough" woonhak stops him. "i just wonder why you think so deeply about her, shes just a girl-" jaehyun cuts woonhaks words offended "DONT. shes not just some random girl, shes yn. the first person who understood me, the first person i felt comfortable with, the first person to support my music career, and i just, let her go. for the same music career i left her for. clearly, you've never been in love or never been in love and lost that same person due to your dumb actions..."

"then why were you acting so cold to her today?"

"fuck, woonhak. its all a persona, i'm trying to convince myself I'm over her, but clearly, it's not working, at all. even today i used all the force in me not to fold and when i complained about it on my twitter this random sea jae something account commented...but i remember she did comment under my comment saying "its not like me and her will get together" with a "haha" like what does that mean...is it a sign from the universe?" jaehyun looked over at woonhak with a sad smile trying to convince himself he's not that effected by you despite going on a 30 minute rant about you. woonhak laughed a bit. jaehyun looked down at his shot glass and stared.

"do you think she misses me...like ever?" he turned again to woonhak who stared at jaehyun in pity. "she-" woonhak paused and shook his head "directors shouldn't get involved" jaehyuns body shot over to face woonhak "YOUR NOT A DIRECTOR YOUR A 17 YEAR OLD BOY" "18 in Korea" woonhak added "I DONT CARE, YOUR A 17 OR 18 BOY WHO IS FAILING HIS FILM MAKING CLASS WITH A NEGATIVE NUMBER. WHAT DOES SHE SAY ABOUT ME."

"fine, i'll show you." woonhak logs into his phone and text you to help him out. "oops, phone died" jaehyun groaned and face planted into the table.

(NOW)

you texted woonhak that you were outside and you saw him drag jaehyun out. "damn he's out." taesan said from your backseat. you hum in agreement. woonhak approaches the car and opens the back seat to throw jaehyun in until taesan stops him "put jaehyun in the passenger seat" "but you're back here-"

"woonhak. put. jaehyun. in. the. damn. front. seat."

woonhak placed jaehyun in the front seat and got in the back.

jaehyun turned his head to you as you were driving

"yn?" he asked softly "yeah?" "do you ever miss me?"

you dont reply, looking in your rear view mirror you see woonhak and taesan sleeping. sighing you turn back to jaehyun when you stop at a red light, he looked at you with soft doe eyes that could break any minute. but you couldn't help but admire his features shining in the red light, you hadn't got a good look at him until now and damn, he was still so...

BEEP

right. "back then yeah" you lied, or maybe not, who cares

"i still miss you, a lot. Every day i wake up and my heart aches for you, only to see an empty cold space in the spot next to me. i know, i know everyone tells me and i got the signal from you, i know I'm stupid for ending a relationship over music, SoundCloud especially but i don't want to move on. if i put on earth with one other girl and her only i wouldn't even speak to her, i'd make a stick doll and name it after you, talk to it every day, because yn, you're the only person I've ever needed and i hate that i lost the one person who kept me going, that i still dream of, that i can't move on from, i just wish i didn't let you go at all.

do you...still think we'd be together if i hadn't ruined us?"

you pause staring at the gearstick "maybe in another life" you replied lowly afraid your voice would crack. you blink back tears refusing to even look at him. you hear him catch his breath and realize he's crying "i just wish it could be this life. i want it to be this life, yn, I'll do anything for it to be this life please. let me back in your life."

"jaehyun no, you're drunk"

"drunk words are sober thoughts"

taesan said from the backseat still with his eyes closed. you realize both woonhak and taesan have been faking sleeping the entire time.

"get out" you said. taesan opened his eyes and realized yall were in front of his and jaehyuns house. OH RIGHT, thanks yn" you hum as you watch taesan help jaehyun out. "take care" you said to both of them, before jaehyun gets through the door he turns back at you and smiles softly

"ugh i shouldve recorded that"

oh.

you forgot he was there.

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lxvsiick · 2 months ago

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CAMPING HORRORS: EPISODE ONE | BOYNEXTDOOR

PAIRING: college students! BOYNEXTDOOR! members x college student! fem! reader

SUMMARY: finishing their exams for the year, they thought a camping trip would help them reconnect with nature and get away from the busy student life -- after arriving to the camp grounds, strange things start happening and the weird feeling in their stomachs starts to grow ,, how did this camping trip go so wrong?

GENRE: horror, thriller, imagine

WARNINGS: mentions of killing, deaths, blood, gore(ish), etc.

WORDCOUNT: 2.7k

A/N: i was supposed to post this yesterday but i actually hibernated... enjoy!

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It was early, and the air had a crispness to it that hinted at the adventure to come. Y/n stood by her car, loading the last of the camping gear into the trunk. Woonhak had already claimed the front seat, bouncing with excitement, his face pressed against the window.

"Is that everything?" Y/n asked, glancing over at Leehan, who was hoisting a cooler into the back of the car with ease.

"Yup, we're all set," Leehan smiled, his laid-back attitude a sharp contrast to her own anxiety about making sure nothing was forgotten.

From the other side of the car, Taesan leaned against the hood, arms crossed, watching with a look of clear disdain. His lips curled into a smirk as he eyed Leehan, who had offered to help her without even needing to be asked. Taesan rolled his eyes, pretending not to care but clearly annoyed by the whole situation.

"Can we leave already?" Taesan muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear but still avoiding direct eye contact.

Jaehyun, along with Sungho and Riwoo, finished packing up the second car. After a brief head count and gear check, everyone piled into their respective vehicles. Y/n took the driver's seat, Woonhak already buckled in beside her. Leehan climbed into the back behind her, and after a dramatic sigh, Taesan took the last spot, pulling on his headphones and immediately tuning everyone out.

As the cars pulled out of the driveway, Woonhak gleefully scrolled through the music playlist. Soon, the familiar beats of their favorite road trip songs filled the car, and he was singing along, loud and off-key, but full of energy.

"Are you really gonna do this the whole way?" Taesan grumbled from the backseat, not bothering to lift his head or remove his headphones.

Y/n chuckled. "He’s excited. Let him have his fun."

In the rearview mirror, she glanced at Leehan, who had already leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, fast asleep. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took in the peaceful look on his face. It was rare to see him this relaxed, and the sight made her heart flutter.

But just as she thought no one noticed, a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Don't get too carried away staring at him," Taesan snarked from the backseat, his eyes still glued to the window. His tone was dripping with mockery, and though he hadn’t looked directly at her, she could feel the heat of his judgment.

She shot him a look through the mirror. "I wasn't staring," she said quickly, though her face flushed, betraying her embarrassment.

"Sure, you weren’t." He pulled one earbud out just enough to hear her response, his smirk widening. "But don’t worry, your little secret crush is safe with me." The sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss.

Woonhak glanced between them, oblivious to the underlying tension. "Are you guys talking about Leehan hyung?" he asked innocently, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Y/n sighed, trying to brush it off, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. "No, we're not," she said firmly, turning up the music to drown out any further comments from her brother.

Taesan laughed softly, satisfied with the slight discomfort he’d caused, and returned to his music, but not without throwing one more glance toward Leehan sleeping in the backseat. "Must be nice to sleep through all this drama," he muttered under his breath.

Y/n just shook her head, focusing on the road ahead. The trip had barely started, and she could already tell it was going to be a long ride.

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The cars slowed to a stop at the edge of the woods, and the group piled out, stretching their legs and taking in their surroundings. The campgrounds were deep in the forest, with towering trees casting dark shadows over the area despite the sun sitting high in the sky. Jaehyun glanced around, his face scrunched in unease.

"This place looks kind of... creepy," he muttered, shifting his backpack nervously.

The others groaned in unison.

"Already?" Taesan rolled his eyes, grabbing a cooler from the trunk. "We just got here, and you’re already freaked out?"

"I’m not freaked out, I just—" Jaehyun trailed off, eyeing the dense forest that seemed to swallow all sound. "I have a weird feeling about this place."

"Yeah, yeah," Sungho chuckled, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "That’s what you said about the last camping trip, and we survived that."

The group laughed as they grabbed their bags, tents, and coolers, beginning the walk down the narrow, winding trail. The tall trees loomed overhead, their branches intertwining like claws, creating a canopy that dimmed the light. Their footsteps crunched over dry leaves, and birds chirped distantly, the only noise in the stillness of the forest.

"Where is everyone?" Leehan asked, peering down the empty trails that branched off into the woods. "I thought these campgrounds were supposed to be popular?"

Riwoo whipped out a camcorder and pointed it at the group, capturing their journey as they made their way deeper into the woods. "Guess we’re getting the VIP treatment," he said, laughing lightly. "Private campground, no distractions."

Jaehyun wasn’t convinced. "I still have a weird feeling," he said again, his eyes darting around as if expecting someone—or something—to jump out at any moment.

The others waved him off, continuing down the path until they finally arrived at their campsite. A clearing in the trees revealed a flat patch of ground, perfect for setting up their tents. They began unloading their gear, chatting as they worked, when a strange sound broke through the rustle of leaves and snapping of branches.

It was a dull thud, like something heavy hitting the ground.

Y/n and Taesan froze, their heads whipping toward the source of the sound. The rest of the group fell silent, following their gaze down the trail.

"Did anyone else hear that?" Y/n asked, her eyes scanning the treeline.

Jaehyun, now visibly tense, edged closer to Woonhak, gripping his arm. "What was that?"

Before anyone could answer, the faint shuffle of footsteps drew their attention. Emerging from the trees was an old woman, hunched over, gripping a cane as she made her way toward them. Her skin was wrinkled and her movements slow, but something about her presence sent a chill down their spines.

The group exchanged uncertain glances but politely bowed as she approached.

"Are you young folks here to camp?" the old woman asked, her voice raspy and thin.

"Yes, ma’am," Leehan answered, forcing a smile. "Just arrived."

She nodded slowly, her eyes scanning their setup. "This campground is old. Very old. Been here for 127 years," she said, her voice cracking on the word old.

"Is that so?" Y/n replied politely, though the tightness in her smile hinted at her unease.

Sungho cleared his throat, trying to keep things casual. "We didn’t see any other campers on the way here... Is it usually this quiet?"

The old woman hesitated, her bony fingers tightening around her cane. "The grounds are big," she said slowly. "Campers are... spread out."

A suspicious tension gripped the group, but they nodded, not wanting to press her.

The old woman gave a faint smile, but there was something unsettling in her eyes. "Make sure to keep your lamps and lights on at all times," she warned. "The forest gets... dark."

With that ominous advice, she turned and shuffled down the trail, disappearing into the trees before anyone could say anything more.

"That was... weird," Riwoo muttered, his brow furrowed as he watched her go through the screen of his camcorder.

"She was creepy," Taesan added bluntly, crossing his arms.

"Hey, watch your words," Y/n whispered, glancing nervously back at the trail. "She could hear you."

But when they looked back, the old woman was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

"Wow, she sure does walk fast." Sungho joked, trying to lighten the mood. A nervous chuckle rippled through the group, though the tension remained palpable.

The group finished setting up their tents, the eerie feeling from their encounter with the old woman still lingering in the air. With the sun still bright above, they decided to rest for a bit before planning the rest of their day, though none of them could shake the unsettling feeling that had taken hold since the old woman’s visit.

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Laughter filled the air as the group finally finished their lunch, which had taken nearly two hours longer than expected thanks to the guys' constant horsing around. Y/n wiped her hands, trying to suppress a smile at their antics, but inwardly she was growing restless.

“Anyone want to check out the campgrounds?” she asked, eager to explore.

Sungho leaned back, arms crossed. “Someone should stay behind to watch the campsite. You never know.”

Before anyone else could respond, Leehan stood up, stretching. “I’ll go with you,” he said casually, though his eyes held a softness that made Y/n’s heart race.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as her nerves buzzed inside.

The rest of the group waved them off, too full from lunch to move much, and soon, it was just the two of them walking the dirt path. Tall trees towered above, casting deep shadows, and every once in a while a cool breeze would rustle the leaves, making the woods feel even more isolated.

“So, how’s everything going? You seem a bit quiet today,” Leehan asked, glancing sideways at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Y/n replied quickly, cursing herself for sounding so awkward. Inside, her stomach twisted with nerves, but she forced a smile. “I’m just enjoying the walk.

"Uh, who's watching your fishes?" Y/n asks, nervously fidgeting her fingers.

"I asked my parents to." Leehan replied, a smile on his face at the mention of his beloved fishes.

They fell into a comfortable conversation, but she couldn't shake the butterflies. Every time he spoke, her pulse quickened. She was so distracted by her thoughts, she almost didn’t notice when they approached something unusual.

“What is that?” Leehan pointed ahead.

In the distance, nestled between the trees, was a small, rundown house. Its walls were covered in vines, and the roof sagged under the weight of age. The windows were dark, and the whole place looked as though it hadn't been touched in years.

A breeze swept through the trees, carrying with it a chill that made both of them shiver. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself as an unsettling feeling crept in.

“This place is... creepy,” she murmured, unable to take her eyes off the house.

A sudden snap of twigs behind them made them both jump. They whipped around just in time to see a tall bush near the path rustling wildly.

Before either of them could react, Taesan popped out of the bush, covered in leaves and twigs, muttering as he swatted away the foliage.

“Seriously?” Leehan breathed, letting out a laugh.

Y/n clutched her chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” she scolded, though the adrenaline in her voice betrayed her.

Taesan raised an eyebrow, looking between them with a sly grin. “What’s going on? Did I interrupt something?” He gave them a knowing smirk, eyes flicking between Y/n and Leehan.

“Nothing,” Leehan said quickly, though his voice held a playful edge. He pointed toward the dilapidated house with a smile. “We were just checking that out. You up for exploring it?”

Taesan blinked in disbelief, then glanced at the house in the distance. “You’re crazy,” he said flatly, eyeing the old, worn-down structure as if it might come alive at any second.

Y/n let out a nervous laugh, her hands already pushing at their shoulders. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m not about to end up in some horror movie.” She ushered them both back to the trail, eager to put as much distance between them and the eerie house as possible.

As they made their way back, the uneasy feeling lingered in her gut. Leehan chuckled beside her, but Y/n kept glancing back over her shoulder, the tension refusing to fade.

They didn’t see the door to the house slowly creak open as they walked away, the heavy, wooden door moving just enough to cast a shadow on the ground.

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The forest was unusually quiet as Y/n, Leehan, and Taesan continued to walk down the narrow trail. The towering trees arched overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight, casting long shadows across their path. They were trying to see if they could find any other campers or hikers, but so far, the trail remained eerily empty.

Taesan walked off to the side, hands in his pockets, casting side glances at Y/n and her crush as they chatted ahead of him. His eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance every time he caught them exchanging a laugh or a smile, but he said nothing.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps broke the stillness of the forest.

All three of them stopped in their tracks, the laughter dying in their throats. They looked around, eyes scanning the dense trees and shadows, but there was no one in sight. The footsteps continued, slow and deliberate, getting closer.

"Did you hear that?" Y/n whispered, her heart beginning to race.

Leehan nodded, his eyes wide as he looked around. "Yeah... but where’s it coming from?"

The footsteps grew louder, the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs filling the air. They turned in circles, trying to spot whoever—or whatever—was approaching them, but the trees were too thick to see through.

Y/n turned to Taesan, her voice sharp. "Is this you? Are you messing with us? Did any of the other guys follow us?"

Taesan scowled, crossing his arms defensively. "What? No. It’s just me. I wouldn’t waste my time freaking you out—"

Before he could finish, the footsteps turned into running. The sound of something—or someone—sprinting toward them echoed through the trees, pounding footsteps getting closer and faster.

Leehan didn’t wait to find out what it was. "Run!" he shouted, and without hesitation, he took off down the trail, his face pale with fear.

Without thinking, Taesan grabbed Y/n's hand and yanked her forward. "Come on!" he urged, pulling her with him as they both ran after Leehan.

Their footsteps thundered along the trail, matching the speed of the unseen figure that was still running behind them. Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tried to keep up, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

They tore through the trees, branches whipping past them, the campsite finally coming into view. As they neared the clearing, they stumbled into their group. Woonhak and the others looked up, alarmed at the sight of them running breathlessly back.

"Whoa, what’s going on? Noona? Hyungs?" Woonhak asked, standing up from the log he was sitting on.

Panting, Taesan bent over, hands on his knees as he gasped for breath. "Something... or someone... was running at us," he managed to get out, his voice trembling with adrenaline.

Leehan, who had collapsed onto the ground, nodded in agreement. "We didn’t see them, but they were close. Too close."

The group exchanged uneasy glances. Jaehyun, already looking nervous, clung to Woonhak, his eyes wide. "What... what do you mean someone was running at you? Was it... a person?"

Sungho stepped forward. "I’ll check it out," he said, grabbing a flashlight as he walked back toward the trail. The rest of them watched in tense silence as he disappeared around the corner.

Several minutes passed before he returned, shaking his head. "There’s no one there," he said, though his tone was far from reassuring. "Trail’s empty."

"Maybe it was just a deer or a fox," Riwoo said, trying to sound casual, though the nervous waver in his voice betrayed him. "It’s probably nothing."

But the heavy, uneasy feeling that had settled over the group remained. Y/n glanced back at the trail, the trees now swaying gently in the breeze. She couldn’t shake the sense that something was watching them, just beyond the tree line, waiting.

The group sat down again, though the air felt colder now, and none of them spoke for a while. The forest was still quiet, but the silence was no longer comforting—it felt like it was pressing in on them, thick and oppressive.

Even though the sun was still up, casting dappled light through the trees, none of them felt safe anymore.

And so it begins.

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THE HAUNTING HOURS MASTERLIST | BOYNEXTDOOR MASTERLIST

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the playlist i never sent

woonhak x f!reader

(𝐈𝐈𝐈) So let’s go see the stars

a/n: so pt.3 took mUch longer than i thought it would-and its not the final part either😭, anyways this one’s a little longer than usual so i hope yall like it!!

🧸.ᐟ series masterlist ❕

🧸.ᐟ genre: f2l, (idiots to lovers🤡), angstfest in this part

🧸.ᐟ warnings: angst, depictions of anxiety and similar symptoms, crying, rich people setting, kind of an emotionally insensitive mother :/, mentions of enhypen’s ni-ki, riize’s anton, seventeen’s jeonghan and dino, lmk if there are more!!

wc: 4981, lowercase intended.

“heyyy rikiii !!” you said brightly as you walked into art class. “what do you want” came the weary of your classmate and partner during art class, nishimura riki. he continued to stare at you suspiciously as you shot him a huge smile, unlike your usual snarky remarks that were a part of your usual banter. but you had to admit, you two made the best duo in art class whenever projects were assigned.

“so are you free this week” you blurted out, watching his expression turn confused.

“no…but why?” he asked. welp.

“nothing really!” you replied in that same cheery voice as you sat down next to him.

“…you’re being weird today” he eyed you as your teacher walked in.

you ignored him, furiously working your mind and thinking of other ways. riki wasn’t an option now…who else was there?

“something’s up isn’t it? tell meee” riki whined as you shushed him.

“…need a date for a business party this week” you muttered, wincing as you

“just ask woonhak” he replied as you huffed.

“he has a date on that day—“

“eh??”

you blinked at his startled exclamation.

“are you sure? but that makes no sense…” riki mumbled. he was positive that the younger boy was madly in love with you, so how on earth was he ready to go on a date with someone who wasn’t you??

you sighed.

“well it’s true so he’s out of the question…do you have anyone who’s willing to accompany me? i’ll even pay if they want!”

“you need a date?? for what?” came a voice from behind you as you jumped.

out of all the people, why did it have to be han jihoon??

“yo woonhak has a date?? who the fuck??” riki questioned jihoon before you could say anything.

“he WHAT??” jihoon squawked, making all the heads in the class turn towards him. mrs. moon sent him a little glare as she continued to silently observe the students, while jihoon muttered an apology.

“woonhak said yes?? to seowon??” he whisper yelled as riki shrugged.

“that’s what y/n said”

“is it true?” he asked you, wide eyed. you nodded as jihoon smacked his forehead.

“wait then why do you need a date? is it a double date?” jihoon questioned further, still unable to fathom the new bit of information he received. just why on earth would woonhak say yes to seowon??

“ah um…did i say date? i meant hate!! yeah i reallly hate riki you know? haha” you laughed, shoving an offended riki beside you as jihoon looked at the two of you with a skeptical gaze.

“that was a pathetic excuse you know” jihoon said bluntly as riki snorted. luckily the bell rang loudly at that moment, saving your sorry ass from replying to jihoon and defending yourself. you squeaked out a quick “goodbye!” before dashing out of the classroom, desperate to avoid any further encounters with him.

phew. god saved you with that one.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“still didn’t find anyone?” eunchae asked softly as you two stood in line for lunch. you spent almost the entire day carefully observing your classmates to see whom you could ask. but then it would be weird to straight up go ask any of them to be your date…after all they were just your classmates!

the mere thought of walking up and asking hanjin, or maki or any of your classmates, most of whom you’ve known since elementary and middle school made you cringe, that would remain as an awkward memory forever and that was the last thing you needed amidst all the current drama.

“why just why do i end up doing these kind of things?? even my mom thinks i’ve got a boyfriend now!!” you lamented as eunchae stifled a giggle, remembering yesterday’s events that you had filled her in with the minute you entered school today.

“did i hear that right? have you really got a boyfriend now y/n?” of course your mom had to hear that. she strode towards you with a confused stare as you tried your best to mask your panic.

“that’s right mom, i figured i’d reveal him at the party itself…” you said, words flowing out of you automatically. was this how liars lied so easily? you could become a pro at this rate.

your mom did something unexpected, she beamed at you as eunbin scowled. “that’s great sweetie! i can’t wait to meet him now!” she said as you gaped at her.

now you really needed to find a date—no boyfriend.

“i think i’ll just go dateless chae” you sighed, placing an apple on your tray as the line moved forward. “and let that greaseball eunbin annoy you further? hell no” eunchae scoffed, making you wince at the thought of his smug face if you walked in dateless.

“if only you didn’t go ahead with your plan, woonhak would’ve been your date but noooo you martyred yourself!!” eunchae scolded you for the nth time, and for the first time you found yourself doubting your actions.

but martyring yourself was the best option in this case…he’d be happy with seowon.

“speaking of woonhak, i haven’t seen him all day?” eunchae wondered, missing your guilty expression that took over your face. truth was, you had been avoiding him ever since the seowon incident in the corridor as you had no idea to act around him now.

seowon being around him most of the time made it pretty easy for you, but when she wasn’t, you found yourself hiding behind walls and turning in the opposite direction whenever you saw him nearby.

you wanted to be normal truly…but now that him and seowon were making progress, you had to find a way to keep the green monster inside you at bay…even if it meant ignoring your best friend.

“woonhak? i bet he’s with seowon again, that girl can’t leave him alone to save her life” came the voice of haerin as she joined the queue.

“y/n weren’t you looking for a date?? i know someone who might be of help” she added as you perked up at this information. looks like the world didn’t hate you after all.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“yah kim woonhak!!” hollered jihoon the minute he found his friend in the class.

“what the blazes were you thinking? you’re really going on a date with seowon??” he cried as woonhak looked away.

“she might be the dove girl jihoon…i don’t know” woonhak said half heartedly.

“and what about y/n?”

“what about her? she doesn’t like me anyways and you know that!” woonhak snapped, startling the boy next to him.

“i know okay? i know…i like her, fuck i like her so much it hurts, i wish she was the one in the mask that night, things would’ve been easier but what can i do? she’d never see me the same”

jihoon could only watch sadly as his friend hung his head low, clearly overwhelmed with the entire ordeal. clearly this was not the best time to break the news of you having a date to him as a moody and jealous woonhak was not a combination he was ready to deal with at the moment at all.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“have you found a date yet?” mr. yoon asked you that evening as you went home from school.

“i think? i’m yet to text him though” you murmured, scrolling through the profile haerin had sent to you.

“i’m still surprised that woonhak has a date, that kid is literally in love with you” jeonghan mused as you scoffed.

you: hi is this taesan?

han taesan: yes, are you y/n?

you: yes, i’m assuming haerin told you about sunday’s event…i hope you’re free?

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

the only time han jihoon had seen his friend woonhak lose his shit was once when he accidentally deleted his entire project which he was partnered with you for, and when he heard that their senior yang jungwon had a thing for you. both the times, you were involved when he exploded and it was always jihoon who served as his emotional support.

but today? jihoon could tell he was close to losing his shit over his date, with the amount of texts seowon had been bombarding him with since yesterday but his usual signs of him normally losing his shit were…unusual today.

“so...did y/n talk to you?” he asked casually, trying to bring up a familiar and favourite topic to help him analyse why woonhak was currently expressionless as he rummaged through jihoon’s wardrobe.

“It’s been 6 days since she has—hey where’s that red jacket of your’s?”

“six days?!”

woonhak hummed as he pulled out a simple denim jacket, matching it with his outfit, one that he wore often when y/n would drag him to the cafe near her house— stop. stop thinking about her.

“anyways, forget about y/n for now, are you excited for the date??” jihoon quipped as woonhak put his phone down, unbothered to open the endless row of unread messages from seowon.

“I’m only doing this to find out if she’s the dove girl jihoon, and to return her earring of course” woonhak sighed as he turned towards his friend.

“honestly, I’d be more excited if y/n texted me right now instead of seowon” he chuckled bitterly as jihoon’s pursed his lips.

“ayo woonhak—isn’t y/n l/n your girl??” came the voice of jihoon’s brother taesan as he entered the room.

“yes—but what happened?” Jihoon questioned before woonhak could deny him

“why’d she ask me to be her date then…what a small world” taesan mumbled to himself as jihoon’s eyes widened.

“she wHAT??” if woonhak was expressionless earlier, he sure wasn’t now with his current nonplussed state as jihoon winced. what a small world indeed.

“s-so you were the date..” jihoon stuttered as woonhak turned to glare at him.

“you knew about this?? why didn’t you tell me—I’m gonna kill you han jihoon—“

“I couldn’t risk dealing with your hormonal ass if I told you?? you’ve got a date too anyways!!” jihoon cried as woonhak sputtered, still trying to fathom the news he just heard.

why would she even need a date unless—

He took in taesan’s attire, a neat blazer with shirt—a business party again.

“hyung” he spoke out as jihoon and taesan looked at him

“you can’t go with her”.

seowon: woonhak im near the ferris wheel! Are you here yet?

seowon: you must be running late, I’ll be near the carousel, ive taken cotton candy for the two of us!

seowon: it’s been half an hour already…is there a lot of traffic?

seowon: woonhak?

seowon: will you be coming today..?

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you were a mess. and your day was going to be a mess too. and it was all taesan’s fault. the emo looking guy had bailed in the last minute and now you were back to square one: dateless.

mom is gonna kill me, you thought as you politely greeted some of your moms colleagues, trying not to visibly wince because of the tightness of the threads of your dress that were tied near your waist.

your heart was thumping loudly in your ears as you felt beads of sweat forming on your forehead. god please, now was not the time. you spotted your mother entering the ballroom of the hotel as people clad in fancy suits and dresses stopped by to chat with her. you scowled as you spotted eunbin too, hair greased back with gell and all as he smiled artificially at his father’s friends.

“y/n darling! there she is my daughter!” your mom called out, smiling widely as she beckoned you over to her work seniors.

“this is my daughter—darling where’s your date?” you gulped at her camouflaged glare and slight change in tone, which went unnoticed by the people around you.

“he’s gonna be here soon mom, don’t worry—it’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am” you simpered with a huge smile, eyes darting away from your moms as you tried to focus on anything—anything else other than her, or eunbin at that moment.

the world went blurry around you, you weren’t sure for how many minutes or seconds it lasted but once your vision cleared, you registered one of your moms colleagues—executive lee who was introducing his son to your mother.

“…graduated last year, and he’s off to yale soon, my son chanyoung!” he beamed as your mom gushed at this information. the boy—was he your senior? chanyoung looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but at the party as he sent a nervous smile at your mom who was still raving about his studies.

“that must be so exciting!! i’m sure you’d have a lovely time at yale dear, it’s so nice to see young people working so hard…if only my y/n could be like you, congratulations chanyoung!!” your mother smiled widely at him as her seniors expressed their congratulations too.

you merely laughed along at her statement, avoiding chanyoung’s sympathetic expression towards you as you ignored the familiar pang of bitterness inside you. this wasn’t anything new after all, if anything you had gotten better at masking your hurt.

“you bet he will! my son was just like you y/n dear, but look at him now!” executive lee boomed as he gave his son a mighty pat (more like a slap) to his back as he winced.

lee chanyoung looked like he was a second away from running out of the hall with the way everyone was surrounding him now; you could make out eunbin’s envy as he smoothened his jacket, while conversing with some of the other children of the businessmen in the party and shooting poor chanyoung the occasional glare.

“y/n dear where is your date? is he running late?” you didn’t miss the hint of distaste in your mom’s tone as she questioned you again, still maintaining her polite persona in front of her seniors.

“yeah, where is he y/n? did he dump you?” eunbin joined the conversation, further escalating your growing anxiety.

“don’t be silly! he’s probably stuck in traffic—it’s a sunday after all” you laughed softly, smiling lightly as your mom continued to look at you suspiciously. your vision tunnelled again as you racked through your brain for solutions, anything to escape this situation.

“are you sure? i’d be surprised if your, ah imaginary boyfriend does somehow show up” oh how badly you wished this slimeball had a mute button. some of your mom’s colleagues turned towards you two, interested in the conversation as chanyoung who was still in the group near you shot you a look of concern, the only one observant enough who noticed your tensed state.

“but hey…i’m always here in case you—“

“kim woonhak?” came a soft voice—from chanyoung as you turned around. woonhak?

“woonhak?!” your echo of disbelief attracted quite a few people’s eyes as you brought a hand to your mouth. red-faced, you bowed out apologies fervently as kim woonhak, decked in a neat black jacket with a white shirt underneath and black pants—oh wow, walked towards you with his usual smile.

“i’m so sorry i came late—mrs.l/n you look lovely as usual” woonhak greeted your mom as he gave her a bouquet of flowers. it hadn’t even been a minute and he already charmed your mom, you couldn’t believe kim woonhak. scratch that, you couldn’t believe your current situation right now seriously why is he here—

“so you’re y/n’s date?” eunbin butted in again—the urge to tape his mouth together was so strong. he eyed woonhak up and down as you glared at him.

“boyfriend actually, and you are-?”

you knew that woonhak knew who eunbin was, but that was the least of your concerns right now because

boyfriend?!

one one hand you felt like you were in a netflix drama, where the males had one of those dramatic stare offs. woonhak’s usually cheery tone was replaced with an air of coolness, a tone which was quite unfamiliar for you who had at the most, heard him whine out complaints occasionally.

on the other hand, you were frozen on spot as one of his arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him. eunbin’s scoff drowned in the sea of the chatters from your mom and her colleagues as he strode away. but you didn’t care. your mind was floating once again and you weren’t sure if your heart was pounding from the earlier nerves or his arm around your waist now.

“i knew it—it took you two long enough didn’t it?” came chanyoung’s sly voice as he beamed at woonhak—riight he was on woonhak’s dance team, you failed to recognise it as he had dyed his hair a deep red, unlike his previous dark hair.

“anton sunbae! how’ve you been!” woonhak made his classic little woah of surprise as he in for a bro handshake.

“if yall are done with your bromance—woonhak, a word?” you tugged on his arm at the last bit as chanyoung waved a goodbye at you two.

once you pulled him outside the hall near the fountain lit garden, you faced him.

“what are you doing here?? and where’s taesan?” you burst out.

“seriously? not even a thank you?!” he scoffed, folding his arms.

“and what did you mean by boyfriend?! last time i checked we’ve been together since never!!”

“what—does the idea of being my girlfriend sound that bad??” he quoted your words from earlier, shooting you a glare that mirrored your own which was directed at him.

“i’m being serious woonhak—oh my god your date?? what are you doing here right now?!” your voice grew higher with each word as it dawned on him. right. his date.

“oh god i—no im so confused right now—why would you miss your date—how’d you find out about the party?!” you continued rambling, mind spinning as you began registering what happened. woonhak missed his date to come here? why was he here?

“why the fuck are you worrying about that date y/n—seriously is that what you’re panicking about right now?” he said incredulously as you continued to walk around in circles, the only thing going on in your mind right now was woonhak missed his date. and it’s somehow my fault.

“i swear to god—i don’t get why you didn’t tell me about today?? you didn’t have to hunt around for a date when i’m right here y/n!!” he could feel his temper rising but he didn’t care, woonhak really was feeling quite betrayed about you keeping things from him—was this why you were avoiding him?

“you’ve avoided me for a week y/n—and i don’t even know why!! and now you’re worrying about my date when i came all the way here for you??”

he finished angrily, breathing loudly as you finally stopped pacing around, freezing as you looked at him with a broken look.

“i-“

it was too much. you had successfully pissed woonhak off. your previous anxiety came crashing down as a tidal wave of emotions swept across you. it was too much, god you missed him so much but you fucked everything up. everything was too much, the past week had been hell for you and it all came crashing down as you let out a sob you had been holding in for god knows how long.

“i’m sorry—god i’m sorry woonhak, i’m so sorry”

you couldn’t keep your composure for longer, sinking onto the wet grass as tears freely trailed down your cheeks and fell on the fabric of your dress as you hung your head low.

“wait—shit, y/n—“

he made you cry. woonhak wanted to kill himself at that moment, seeing you cry because of him? fuck his temper, that stupid temper that made him lose control of his words. he wasted no time in bending down to your level as he pulled you into a hug, his hold on you was firm and tight as you sobbed your heart out into his chest.

“i’m sorry…it’s too much” you said between sobs, confusing him. he still held you, shuffling slightly so that your smaller frame was now nestled in his lap as he felt you first the back of his jacket tightly as your tears stained his shirt.

“what’s too much—y/n what aren’t you telling me?” he pleaded as you continued to let out choked out apologies while hiccuping out tears.

“can’t…breathe” you gasped between tears as he loosened his grip. huh—oh. his hands reached out to the ridiculously tight knotted satin around your waist as he pulled them out. you continued to breathe in heavily as he squeezed his eyes shut. what had he done??

“shh breathe…breathe in y/n..” he whispered as you let out another “i’m sorry”.

“no..i’m sorry y/n—fuck i didn’t mean any of it” he murmured as he lightly rocked you while gently stroking your hair.

woonhak thought his heart broke when he realised that you’d never feel the same way as he felt for you, but he was sure it physically broke today as he heard you whimper out a “please don’t get mad at me” while you trembled like a leaf in his arms. he silently vowed into the dusky skies that he’d never ever make you cry again, or he’d really die of misery.

“i’m sorry…for everything. and i missed you so much” he felt you mumble into his shirt as your breathing reduced its pace. you loosened your fists as you let go of his now crumpled jacket, small hands rested themselves on his back as you continued to sniffle lightly.

“im sorry for your date…i know i fucked it up—“

“shh. you didn’t do anything okay? i chose to come here instead and i’d do it anyday” woonhak said softly but firmly, and you knew that was the last time you’d be bringing up that topic again.

“i missed you too y’know” he murmured, resting his head above yours as he continued to comb his fingers through your strands.

the two of you sat in silence in the grass, the music from inside the hall floated softly though the garden as you began to calm down. inwardly, you didn’t want to leave the comfort of woonhak’s warm embrace, his arms felt like a second home.

reluctantly, you pulled away from his warmth and sat back on the grass as you found yourself face to face with a devastated woonhak.

“you look like a puppy who’s been kicked” you let out a watery giggle as he gaped at your change in demeanour.

“and you look like someone who’s failed at applying their mascara” he said as you let out a full blown laugh. he started laughing too as he heard you struggle to hold in your laughs and just like that, the ugly fight was forgotten.

“woonhak” you said once the two of you calmed down.

“let’s go see the stars”

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“so you’re telling me taesan is jihoon’s brother?! oh my god what are the odds?” you marvelled as woonhak snorted.

“i still don’t get why you asked him though, like hello i’m right here??”

you could hear the pout in his voice as you smiled. the two of you were currently on the roof of your house, the telescope lied abandoned as you two lied on your backs, gazing at the night sky which was freckled with stars.

“i didn’t wanna ruin your date…” you admitted slowly as woonhak turned towards you. his previously neat hair now lied messily on his forehead, tousled by the gentle night winds.

“why are you like this…always placing others ahead of yourself” he chided softly as you turned to face him too.

“i don’t like seowon like that, and i don’t think i ever will” he confessed as your brows flew up. what??

“then whom were you talking about?!”

“huh?”

“huh?” you echoed back, cursing yourself inwardly for letting that slip out.

“…anyways, don’t ever do that again..putting yourself before others, especially with me” he emphasised, eyes boring into yours.

“i’ll try” you said lightly, facing the sky again as he did the same. all you could think about right now was how the two of you watched the stars just like this at school during the ball, except this time there were no masks involved.

“you know…we did this at the ball too” woonhak chuckled softly as you stilled.

“me and the dove girl…we looked at the stars after we danced, just like this”

you kept your mouth shut as he continued to reminisce, fearing that you’d blurt out something else again if you spoke up.

“i never told you this…but she kissed me y’know” he said bashfully as he avoided your eyes.

“do you like her?” you questioned slowly as he furrowed his brows.

“nah. i don’t think i do” he said after a beat as he faced you.

“do you like someone though?” you continued, more curious than ever now that he told you that it was never seowon whom he liked.

“…i do, but she’d never like me back” woonhak said slowly. truthfully, he had no idea why he was out here confessing his secrets to you. but why did you look so sad when he said that?

no way. he needed to stop bringing his hopes up for the smallest of gestures.

“are you upset that i didn’t tell you?” he asked softly as you shook your head.

“i don’t believe that she doesn’t like you back y’know” you said, trying to conceal your previous downcast expression. and you meant it, how could anyone not like him?

“whoever she is…she’s a lucky girl woonhak, you’re a really precious person” you whispered as you moved closer to him, still looking at him in the eyes.

“really?” he asked you with a small voice.

“really.”

there was a soft expression on his face as he smiled at you, before pulling you into a tender hug. you snuggled into his warmth for the second time that night as his arms encircled your smaller frame, his faint heartbeat thudding against your ear.

“you’re a really precious person too y/n” he murmured, kissing the crown of your head silently as you hummed. and he meant it, he really did.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“look at the two of them, god i can’t take this anymore” lee chan made a sound that was a mixture of disgust and endearment as jeonghan snickered next to him.

“i don’t think they know that we can see them” he continued, watching you and woonhak cuddle on the uneven roof of the house from below, where the car was parked. “they’re so in love it’s sickening”

“nah, they’re both so oblivious it’s sickening” jeonghan corrected as he hopped off the car’s opened boot, enjoying the fresh night breeze.

“wait— they aren’t dating?!” chan cried in disbelief, eyes darting back to the love struck teenagers on top who were now exchanging some more silent words.

“how do you not know their lore by now…” jeonghan sighed, heading back towards the car as chan prepared himself, eager to learn about the history of you and woonhak.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“alright guys! i’ll be assigning you in pairs, please hold hands and don’t get lost in the museum!” you looked around nervously, dreading whoever your teacher was going to assign you with. middle school trips were supposed to be fun but you were terrified in the crowded museum, bustling with kids from other school younger and older than you.

“y/n and woonhak!” your teacher’s voice rang out as you raised your hand. a smiley boy caught your eye, waving happily as he ran up to you.

“hi i’m woonhak!! you’re y/n right?” you shyly avoided his eyes, hesitantly holding out your hand for him to shake it. mom always taught you that shaking someone’s hand is a sign of expressing politeness.

he shook your hand quizzically, then proceeded to hold it tightly as your group walked behind your teacher. you glanced at your hand in his, heart thumping fiercely as he smiled at you again.

“woah!! aren’t those dinosaurs?” he exclaimed excitedly when you two stopped near the prehistoric section.

“yep, they’re stegosaurus, they’re herbivores” you said softly as he turned towards you. “you like dinosaurs?”

“yeah..” you mumbled, trying to blend into the background once again as he beamed at you.

“i love dinosaurs too! what’s your favourite one??”

soon the two of you found yourselves strolling through the prehistoric section, hands still interlinked as your school group was far forgotten. he would excitedly point towards the displays of early men and prehistoric creatures as you tried to remember information about them.

“ooh they’re homo erectus! they’re one of the earliest human species” you quipped up as woonhak snickered at the name. “seriously stop” you giggled with him as you two dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“i thought i wouldn’t be able to make friends with you” he said once you two calmed down. “you’re really quiet..but you’re so cool during science class” he said shyly as your cheeks bloomed pink.

“are we..friends now then?” you asked with a small smile as he broke out into a large grin. “hell yeah we are—hey where’s mrs. shim?!”

later that evening when you two got scolded soundly by mrs. shim for wandering away in the huge museum, the two of you left her office with large smiles instead. you were thrilled at making a new friend and woonhak was overjoyed as he finally got to talk to the cool girl from his science class.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you had no idea how you were back in your room, or how you were now on your bed with woonhak fast asleep next to you. did he carry you down here?

you slowly got up from the bed as you tiptoed into the empty hall, the clock currently read 3:12am which meant your mom was either still at the party or on her way back.

you crept back into your room as you took in its messy state, the reason being you and eunchae hunting for the perfect dress for the party the day before. your closet was open with clothes strewn haphazardly in it—

oh my god. oh my—

your stomach lurched as you nearly zoomed towards your closet, shutting it close as you nearly gasped out for air. you stood in front of the closet with your back plastered to it, as woonhak continued to soundly sleep. had he seen it? there was no way he could’ve missed it…what if he did see it?

it wasn’t your fault, you truly didn’t expect woonhak of all people to enter your room while you were rummaging through your wardrobe the day before. yeah, he could’ve missed seeing it. maybe he did.

the only thing you could do was silently pray, that he missed the sight of your peach coloured dress you wore to the ball. despite it being hung neatly next to all the gowns you owned in the previously wide open closet, you prayed that he somehow missed it.

you didn’t want to think about the possibilities that could occur in case he did see it. you really didn’t.

a/n pt.2: yes, i had to add anton to this, blame his new hairstyle not me😓😓.once again i’m so sorry that this took so long for me to write😭😭, i’m ngl this isn’t proofread rn but i’ll get to it by tonight!! tysm for reading this and being patient with my extremely annoying uploading schedule~ :,)

🖇️: @woonagi-lemon @huhuiiiisworld @helpsplease @jmclouds @minkkumaz @woonsbot @unhakki @dearly-somber

#boynextdoor x reader #woonhak x reader #bnd x reader #bonedo x reader #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor woonhak #bnd woonhak #woonhak imagines #woonhak fluff #woonhak bnd #boynextdoor scenarios #bonedo woonhak #୭˚. ᵎᵎ my works🪼

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applebinnie · 5 months ago

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▶︎˗ˏˋ k-k-keep ballin'! >< ´ˎ˗

𖦹 part I 𖦹

ᯤ basketball court regular!woonhak ᯤ ✎wc: 1k+, 12 images attached

→ Living in a small inner-city area, everybody knows everybody. But there's one particular boy that everybody surely knows—the boy who's constantly hogging the court, he basically owns it now. By perchance, you get to see this notorious "court monster" play up-close, after moments of watching him from afar, only to realize that he isn't really the kind of boy that you thought he was.

💭: RAGHHH this was originally written in filo nd I don't think it has the same charm as the filo one TT also, while writing this I found out I'm just Hak's age? I never felt more useless in my life 😭

🐈‍⬛⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ 🏀๋࣭ ‧₊˚✩‧ੈ⋆·˚ ༘ *🐈‍⬛

Your grip on the bike steer tightened, preparing to make a turn. You're passing by the village park. A wide playground next to an open air basketball court. In the court is a familliar figure, dribbling and dunking like his life depended on it.

Kim Woonhak.

It's not an exaggeration to say that he's the coolest boy in the block. Everybody knows him, rival teams in the league fear him, and no one watches him up-close. The neighboring town's challengers avoid him like a plague, they know they don't stand a chance against him. He's unbelievably tall for a boy his age, and he uses his height and swift reflexes to his advantage.

It was a perfect all kill. Every dunk was a clean shot. He stopped and took off his beanie, taking a breather while wiping his sweaty hair and eyeing the court. Seconds later two boys entered the court. Myung Jaehyun and Kim Leehan. They're Woonhak's teammates, equally skilled, but they can't beat Woonhak any day.

That was it, you wouldn't want to get caught watching these three play. You started pedaling as you hear more of the boys enter the court.

You head home and open the village forum. The forum was run by the town officials for the villagers to post in. A link in the forum's bio led to a separate forum for the village youth, mainly consisting of teenagers or people in their early 20s. The forum provided an "anonymous message service", sort of like a freedom wall.

"to: mr. court-monster(?)

everytime I pass by the court I always see this boy in playing basketball. he frequents the court, but I heard he doesn't quite like when he's being watched while practicing. is this true? I was zoning out and unintentionally stared, I'm very sorry. Sir, if you ever read this, I really didn't mean to stare, I'm sorry,"

A post wrote. It was pretty recent, just a few days ago. But yeah, you've heard all about it, how he didn't like to be watched.

What if he saw you? what if he thought you were a weirdo? But he didn't bat an eye at you, like he always does. He often tends to silence the entire world when the ball is in his hand, so you don't think he noticed.

At the very least, it was from afar. As long as he didn't notice you, your conscience is clear.

🐈‍⬛⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ 🏀๋࣭ ‧₊˚✩‧ੈ⋆·˚ ༘ *🐈‍⬛

Well yeah, he didn't notice you, but his friends sure did.

🐻:

Jaehyun and Leehan entered the court with a large grin.

"What the heck was that?" Jaehyun remarked teasingly, overlapping with Leehan's "You have got to be serious man" followed by giggles and an embarassing amount of head-shaking.

"Seriously, I didn't see anything!" Woonhak protests.

"She was just standing right there dude." Jaehyun says as he points to the spot you stopped on.

"What's that?" Leehan moves forward. He walks to the spot and picks up a single airpod.

"He looks at it as Jaehyun and Woonhak walk to him. He shows it to them with a pouty expression.

"How did she not notice that fall from her ear?" Woonhak remarks.

"Like you didn't see a person watching you like a hawk, you're not one to talk." Taesan joked from behind Woonhak.

Woonhak jumps, "Didn't see you there," he says as he slowly inches away from Taesan.

"You have absolutely no survival skills, I'll give you that." Taesan answers snarkily.

"So, what do we.." Leehan slowly says, lifting the single airpod.

"Woonhak, you gotta give it back, I mean, you're not actually planning on keeping it, are you?" Sungho says.

"Hey! What do you take me for?" Woonhak complains, grabbing the single airpod from Leehan's hand.

.✩✩✩.

As soon as Woonhak comes home he logs into his laptop and goes to the online forum.

🐈‍⬛⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ 🏀๋࣭ ‧₊˚✩‧ੈ⋆·˚ ༘ *🐈‍⬛

Scrolling through the form lazily, keeping up with the latest gossip along with threads of people asking questions and anonymous messages. The posts rushed like flood. There were videos too, videos of yesterday's conflict involving two drunk teens from the neighboring town. You decide to watch one of the videos. The quality was low, but how could you not recognize the man?

Jung Sungchan.

He was as notorious as Woonhak, only he was a little older and more known in a bigger vicinity. Sungchan is known to be cold and unlikeable. But one thing is he's really, really good. You've seen it yourself. Because unlike Woonhak, he loves being watched. He loves to bask in the attention even if he doesn't seem like it, and it's something that he will never admit. But it was pretty obvious given the scandalous amount of fights he's been in.

he got into a fight with a guy named yangyang, some eyewitnesses even say that they were attempting to drag some of woonhak's team mates in the mess.

You reach to your pocket for your airpods as you watch the video. The audio wasn't exactly nice. The scream threats might wake up your brother, Yujin, who was sleeping right next to you. He's one of Woonhak's friends, so you figured hearing this might alarm him.

The problem is, where are your airpods? You open the pod, revealing nothing but air. You panic at the sight of the empty pod and reach for your pocket to find it. You did find one, but you couldn't find the other one even if you wriggle and turn the pocket outside in. You accidentally scroll to the very top of the forum in panic, refreshing it. You were then greeted by a post that was made just minutes ago.

You wanted to curse, wrath and hide in embarrassment. This was the last situation you wanted to be in. It was recent, but not recent enough considering how yujin even made it into the comment section. You opened Woonhak's profile and messaged him.

"Seen."

You started to get nervous. You ears turned red as you imagine every possible reaction that Woonhak could make. You can already imagine how awkward the situation would be.

But we're dealing with Woonhak. If he is the Woonhak that people are talking about he'd probably just hand the airpod and get it over with.

And that'll be it. Why did you even get nervous in the first place?

🐈‍⬛⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ 🏀๋࣭ ‧₊˚✩‧ੈ⋆·˚ ༘ *🐈‍⬛

🐻:

🐈‍⬛⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (づ˶•༝•˶)づ 🏀๋࣭ ‧₊˚✩‧ੈ⋆·˚ ༘ *🐈‍⬛

💭: hey guys! this was rushed so it's vv bad and the amount of times I accidentally posted this from my drafts is just criminal (x_x) if by chance you saw the earlier version PLEASE it will be just between us (╥﹏╥) Also, I changed my update schedule to Saturday! How does that sound? thank you for reading and wish you love, lovies!

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hittoki · 8 months ago

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[ CHAPTERS.06 ] く stupid heartburn ₊☆

Y/N flipped the page of her chemistry detention packet—Ms. Jeon’s new way to torture her—and huffed. More and more equations to balance. As she got to work on the first problem, she heard the door to Mr. Ko’s room open and a group of boys filtering in.

She looked up, down, and then back up at the sight of her two peers. Their dejected faces made her want to laugh. Y/N subtly pulled out her phone and opened twitter, telling everyone on her private account about the news.

She noticed that Riki chose the seat behind her and smiled. Y/N caught his attention when she turned to face him. “What’d you guys do to get in detention?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Gunwook and I were breaking up a fight between Yushi and Woonhak when Ms. Jeon walked out of her classroom. I guess, to her, it looked like we were also involved so she gave all of us detention.” She looked at the two boys who started the fight, their hair slightly disheveled.

“What about Dohoon?”

The boy raised his head at the mention of his name. “Dude, let me tell you. I was filming the fight—like, got on the ground to get a good angle and everything—and I just heard Ms. Jeon scream, ‘Stop!’ at the top of her lungs and nearly shit my pants.” Y/N chuckled at his scared face. “Anywho, she pulled me up by my ear and took my phone and then gave me detention.”

“Now you know how I feel.” Dohoon frowned, patting the girl’s shoulder.

Gunwook scoffed. “What did you do to get detention this time?”

“Breathe,” he looked back down at his work, snickering. “No, I’m being serious. Ms. Jeon was looking at my test and she was pointing out that one of my answers was wrong. All I did was exhale and she thought I was giving her attitude.”

Gunwook watched as Riki and Y/N talked, seriously not in the mood for lovey-dovey stuff. He didn’t know why he was so annoyed, but he hoped that ignoring it would be best. As soon as the bell rang, he collected his bags and started walking downstairs, toward the dance practice room.

Gunwook laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about earlier, how he felt when his best friend and (self-appointed) rival flirted. I’m not jealous! If anything, I’m upset because she’s trying to infiltrate my friend group…Yeah!

Worlds above, an angel laughs to himself. “Silly boy.” While Gunwook was still thinking of the girl, the angel, who went by the name of Cupid, aimed his arrow at the boy and released it.

The boy clutched his chest, breathing heavily. “Stupid heartburn,” he unlocked his phone, which opened up to Y/N’s profile. Though he was alone in his room, his cheeks burned out of embarrassment. “Mom! Do we have heartburn medication?!”

“It’s in the medicine closet, Wook-ah. Don’t die on me!”

Not too far away, Y/N walked up to her mother’s desk. “Mama, do you have anything for heartburn?”

The girl’s mom smirked. “What, did Cupid get you?”

“Don’t be crass. I think I’m just dehydrated.”

She sighed. “Yeah, go look in my purse. I think I have Tums in there.” Y/N thanked her mom and immediately went searching for the chewable.

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★. . description 𓂃 cupid sees the true feelings of individuals and pairs them together based on these feelings. he never makes mistakes. however, y/n is convinced cupid has accidentally shot his arrows at her and the class president, park gunwook.

★. . taglist 𓂃 @junityy @heartsswon @junnysbae @2ynjns @callanton @gh9sty @spjhyn @leehanascent @chaerybae @gyvnexe @lilacgyuvin @nanasdream @chweverni | open! (send an ask or reply to this post to be added)

★. . author’s note 𓂃 update after 22 days…rip 💔 guys i just had my act and i think i most definitely maybe sorta kinda failed 😭😭 “oh the math should be stuff you’ve done in middle school” OH WHAT THE HELL NO IT WASN’T!!!!! I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT STUFF BEFORE

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lynnimini · 3 months ago

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₊⊹ 𝘚𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘎𝘰 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴: 2 ₊⊹

Description: 12 parts ⋆ fluff ⋆ comedy ⋆ kinda cringy?

⋆ In which y/n and woonhak continue their childhood adventures as best friends.

Pairings: k. woonhak x afab!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: N/A

“woonhak’s late”

you whispered to yourself, pouting very obviously when you saw woonhak running out the door as fast as he could towards you.

"i'm sorry for being late y/n. mom wanted me to get my sister a snack first. let's go now?"

little woonhak apologized and gave you a big hug. you two stuck true to your guys' word when you said you were gonna play together every single day. for the past four years, you two met up and played every day without fail. on vacation? your families went together. at school? you'd play outside straight after school. you two were inseparable.

one day on the weekend you were extra excited to see woonhak after getting a big dollhouse to play with. you kept peeking out the window every minute to check if maybe woonhak would come early, but he kept playing basketball outside with all the other boys from nearby neighborhoods.

you were a little sad seeing woonhak playing with other people. it had only been you and woonhak since the beginning. you were undeniably happy that woonhak was making friends, but what about you? you couldn't help but think about if he was still gonna play with you or leave you for his new friends. what if he got tired of you after being together for so long?

being stuck in your thoughts meant that you didn't notice woonhak already waiting outside for you. woonhak sat there in confusion for a bit before ringing the doorbell, shaking you out of your head. you ran to answer the door and apologize to woonhak for having been distracted.

"are you okay?"

woonhak could see the blatant dismay on your face shining through your attempt to act normal. you nodded softly and shot woonhak a smile.

"woonhak, you can go play again with the other boys. you looked like you were having a lot of fun"

you put on a smile but the fear in your head still remained at the thought of woonhak not wanting to spend time with you anymore.

"why would i want to do that?"

woonhak frowned and elicited a small sound of shock out of you.

"because you were having fun? you don't haveeee to play with me all the time"

you explained and woonhak's frown only got deeper.

"i have more fun with you y/n. don't be silly. come on, let's go!"

with 14 words, woonhak waved all your worries and insecurities away as he took your hand and pulled you outside your house, making you forget all about your dollhouse. both of you bore the happiest smiles on your faces as you always did with each other.

"what should we do today?"

you asked as you two walked around mindlessly in the front yard for a bit. you and woonhak walked in silence for a bit.

"should we go down to the market together?"

he asked and you smiled brightly, having been wanting to check out the market for a while but never remembering to.

"that sounds fun! maybe we can buy gifts for each other there"

you suggested, eliciting a wide smile from him. you two walked to the market together. it wasn't that far from the beach, so there were lots of people hanging around the market.

"woonhak look, they have duck plushies"

you pointed at the crocheted duck plushie on the stand as the person running the stall smiled at you and woonhak.

"it looks like you"

woonhak frowned thoughtfully as he looked back and forth between you and the duck. you frowned too.

"i don't see it. if anything you look like the duck"

you said as woonhak stuck his tongue out at you. the two of you moved through the vendors, looking at every stall and greeting all the townspeople you recognized. throughout the four years of you two knowing each other and going on adventures, you were known as the cute little best friend duo by most people in the small town.

"okay woonhak, should we go back to pick something out for each other now?"

you suggested after you reached the end of the market. woonhak nodded and you two went your separate ways.

you reached the stall where the vendor was selling the little plushie ducks.

"i'll take this one wrapped please"

you pointed at a duck with a little basketball and sunglasses, perfect for woonhak who loves basketball (not not as much as spending time with you).

the nice vendor wrapped the duck up for you and you went off to the end of the market where you were supposed to meet woonhak. woonhak was already waiting for you with a little bag in his hand.

"i didn't expect you to get here so fast 'mr. always late'"

you teased and woonhak scoffed with no retorts since it was completely true.

"this is for you"

woonhak shyly thrust the small bag into your hands, with you gently placing the wrapped duck into his hands.

before you two could open it together, the same boys woonhak was playing with earlier coincidentally ran into you guys at the market.

"hey woonhak"

a boy with short black hair said as he slapped woonhak gently on the back. you, not having met any of these people before, had no idea how to react or what to do.

"hey taesan, everyone. what're you doing here?"

woonhak smiled widely and took a step back towards you and away from the other boys. he stuck his pinky out and patted your wrist lightly as a sign of comfort and reassurance, your eyes widening slightly at the thoughtful action.

"just checking out the market"

taesan replied casually, eyes darting over to you, the shy girl woonhak was so obviously trying to protect from the curious gazes of the others.

"is this your girlfriend woonhakie?~"

an older boy with short brown hair, jaehyun, teased. woonhak did a double take and started stumbling over his words out of embarrassment.

"she's not my girlfriend! she's my neighbor and best friend. this is y/n"

woonhak protested, cheeks turning a soft pink at the thought of you as his girlfriend. he refused to let you see, nudging you in front of him to introduce you into the conversation.

"hi, i'm l/n y/n"

you said shyly as they all stared at you. they didn't mean to scare you or anything by staring for so long, but they were very curious about you. after all, you all lived so close but they'd never seen you before.

taesan in particular was very curious about you. the observant older boy could immediately pick up that you liked woonhak a little once your eyes saddened slightly at the mention of not being woonhak's girlfriend. he figured it was no big deal since you brightened up once woonhak called you his best friend.

the entire group waved to you and said hi with you waving back. they came off as genuine people, which they most definitely were, but you were still wary.

"welllll, we don't wanna interrupt your date so we'll get going now"

the boy named sungho clapped and rushed everyone along to look at the rest of the market. woonhak groaned at their teasing and turned to look at you with a sheepish smile.

"they're actually really nice y/n. you okay?"

oblivious woonhak had no idea you were a teensy bit upset about him groaning so much over the thought of dating you, but it wasn't that big of a deal. you were content as his best friend. right?

"uhhuh"

you said simply with a smile. woonhak narrowed his eyes accusingly at you.

"no you're not you liar. come on!"

woonhak suddenly smiled widely, pulling you along with him as usual without explanation.

"we're getting ice cream?"

you inquired upon finding the two of you standing in front of the very famous ice cream shop, woonhak's smile shining towards you as he watched your eyes light up and smile start to form.

"i'm gonna buy you ice cream. promise me you'll feel better after?"

woonhak held his pinky out to you. you smiled softly and wrapped your two pinkies together.

"i'll get us ice cream and let's open gifts together okay? i've been dying to know what you got me"

woonhak quickly ran into the store, leaving you to sit at one of the outdoor tables and fiddle with the little bag woonhak bought you.

woonhak brought back two cups of your guys' favorite ice cream, enjoying the way you smiled after every single bite.

"you can open your gift woonhak. i know i eat slower than you do"

you urged him to open it and he did, gasping at the sight of the little duck plushie.

"oh my god it's michael jordan the duck"

woonhak yelped excitedly and poked at the little basketball the duck held.

"you like it?"

"i love it! thanks y/n"

woonhak grinned and reached over to toss your guys' cups of finished ice cream away. once he got back you immediately opened the bag and let out a small gasp as you pulled the gift out: a charm bracelet with silver stars and a moon.

"woonhak it's so pretty"

you said in awe, folding it in your hands and enjoying the sound of tinkling silver. woonhak smiled sheepishly.

"it reminded me of how much we sit in your room together and stare at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling at night when it's too cold outside"

he said softly, smiling fondly at his favorite thing to do with you. woonhak reached over and put the bracelet on you, pulling you out of your chair.

"since you don't wanna be all sad in front of me, promise me we can always always be here for each other whenever we wanna talk? we don't always have to but i wanna be here for you. you're my best friend in the whole world y/n"

woonhak said hopefully and held his pinky out to you once more. basically glowing, you held your pinky out and smiled widely in front of him.

"i promise!"

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gayteez-wtr · 5 months ago

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Focus

group: boynextdoor

genre: smut (strangers to lovers) one shot(??)student au, non idol au.

pairing: Sungho x Leehan

side characters: Taesan, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Zico (cameo). NO WOONHAK

word count: 7.2k

summary: In which Sungho meets a gorgeous freshman the first day of his second year of uni after working a little too hard. He just cant fight the temptation of filling the pretty boy up and concentrate on his work like he used to.

note: I absolutely could continue this as I have so many ideas but since its my first works here I have no idea how well it'll be received. I'm so nervous honestly abt posting, please feel free to send feedback through my anon or inbox I'd rly appreciate it. Also pretty sure I've covered all warnings (please lmk if I missed anything). I hope this reads well! My requests are open <3

WARNINGS: Dom Sungho, sub Leehan, perverted thoughts, cum, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home!), swearing, vibes, hot ass sex.

This wasn't Sunghos first day of Uni. It was the first day of his second year, he should be okay now, right?

The truth is that Sungho has very much kept to himself all of his first year. He was terrified of this place, the constant feeling of imposter syndrome plagued him, his brain telling him he didn’t belong here.

High school itself was easy, he skated by academically using minimum brain power, he had a healthy social life and even dated, he was even able to play volleyball, and well at that, He was the best setter his high school had seen in years, he thought about trying out for the team at uni but there were much taller players here, they wouldn’t look at him twice. Plus he didn’t have time, when Sungho had started here he soon realised that this wasn't meant to be fun, he didn’t understand how people managed to party their way through Uni, there's got to be a secret or a trick to it, right? Not to mention he also had a part-time barista job now to help him pay his share of the rent. He needed to succeed, his life almost depended on it.

When he snapped out of his thoughts he was still sitting on the edge of his mattress in his boxer shorts staring blankly at the floor with a sock in hand, sun shining through the window parallel to his bed onto his wide back, his broad shoulders blocking it and casting a dark shadow over his floor, ‘right, i need to hurry’ he thought to himself.

It was true that perhaps Sungho had focused a little too hard last year, but it had definitely paid off. Now, going into his second year, he had applied and been assigned student TA for the first years’ class which would be affording him extra credit. Of course his mental still wouldn’t allow him to slow up at all, why would it? If his hard work paid off last year, imagine how much further ahead it would get him this year?

The plan? Work just as hard and last year for school and at work and be a student TA and not run headfirst into a mental breakdown due to lack of socialisation, hobbies, enjoyment or fun. Easy!

And with that he finally got dressed, grabbed his bag and left, slamming his dorm door obnoxiously loud behind him, his housemate shouting after him “Dude why?! It’s 8am!”

Contrary to popular belief, even if the sun makes you feel warm and cosy in the morning, rain can literally come out of nowhere. As smart as Sungho was, he hadn’t had the foresight today to bring anything more than the black t-shirt on his back to shield him from the rain. He ran from the bus stop to a nearby shelter and sat on the bench there, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his roommate.

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To: lazy ass

Are you still at the apt? Can you bring my coat and drop it off at lab 6 please? You owe me one.

And he did owe Sungho for covering his ass when he needed help with his final assignment in first year, the guy hadn’t even thought about what he could base his assignment on and Sungho essentially gave him all the thought and structure behind it while this jackass was high as a kite. Sunghos roommate was Riwoo, he was majoring in graphic design and he was incredibly talented at the actual graphic design aspect even in Sunghos opinion considering he was totally biased against the whole idea of Riwoo, but the guy had no original ideas. Riwoo spent most of his days lazing around and his nights smoking joints with his equally lazy ass mate yet lucked out with every assignment he had and was still attending this university.

As Sungho was waiting for a reply, he thought to relax a moment, take a look around and breathe before he stepped foot in that building again and simultaneously stepped foot into his ‘work brain’, yet as he looked up his chance to breathe was taken when he saw the most gorgeous guy walking from the bus stop, dressed for the weather of course, a guy as perfect looking as that must really be perfect in every aspect. He was taller than Sungho, but athletic and toned, lean and agile, his shoulders must have only been half the width of Sunghos. He was pretty, like an angel, long brown hair, a wave to it, no, it was curly, and his face, god his face. Sungho could almost feel his pupils shift from circles to hearts, He looked like he'd walked right out of a fairytale, his face perfectly handsome, prince-like, soft yet strong features, plump shapely lips, the epitome of handsome, Sungho swore he saw a his eyes twinkle.

The phone held loosely in his hand by this point buzzed twice in quick succession snapping Sungho from his thoughts

TEXT

From: lazy ass

Dude if i decide to come in i’ll bring it 4u chill

“Dickhead..” Sungho muttered under his breath and stood adjusting his backpack to walk in the building, if Riwoo bought it he bought it, there’s nothing he could do about it right now, it was his own stupid fault for not bringing it himself in the first place.

As he started to move he noticed Mr.Handsome was walking into the same building, shoving any ideas of anything other than his full focus on his academic responsibilities aside he continued walking to his first TA class at the lecture hall on the west wing of the universities main building, he couldn’t help but notice that his mystery crush was also heading that way and he felt a bit stalky as they neared closer and closer to the lecture hall.

The way Sunghos stomach twisted when this guy walked right to the door he needed too and opened it was, in his opinion stupid as hell, he couldn’t believe that one, this guy was obviously also doing sports science, and two, he was even entertaining the idea of a crush. But what took the cake was that this actual god of a person then proceeded to hold the door open for him with the most charming smile he had ever seen in his life. Life moved in slow motion as Sungho took in all of his features up close, burning the image into the back of his retinas to keep forever. The small freckle under his eye, the dimple on his cheek, the way his eyes creased because of his wide and remarkable smile, the ridge of his nose. Sungho wanted to remember this, no, he needed to.

Before he looked like an absolute freak he smiled back, thanked the beauty in front of him and took the door in his hand, walking into the room. The boy walked to a seat in an abandoned section at the back of the room, Sungho walked to the small desk off the side of the lecturers own and put his bag on the desk, rifling through it he lost himself in his thoughts again, this is gonna be a rough one…

After class had wrapped up and students started to file out of the hall Sungho sat patiently waiting for the lecturer to hand out sheets to all the students going by his desk and soon after everyone was gone his professor turned to him.

“Sungho, you did well today! I have a list of students who’ve asked for extra tutoring, I’ve assigned most of them to tutors already but i'm short one, I hope you don't mind but i've put your name down for the last one, don’t worry, it's not for free and its 2 sessions a week”

Just as Sungho was about to protest the idea of tutoring, the pretty boy walked down the steps towards the front. He had no idea he was still here, his eyes widened a tad.

“As a matter of fact, this is him, Leehan, the very student you’ll be tutoring” His professor gestured an arm out to the brunette.

Sungho swooned internally at the guys name, and without hesitation he spoke, “Thankyou for the opportunity Professor Zico, I’d be happy to tutor, what days is it?”

“Tuesday and Friday after school hours of course, you can work out the details of where and when yourselves.” and with that he picked up his bag and strode towards the door leaving Leehan and Sungho alone in the huge lecture hall.

“Leehan was it?” He acted like he didn’t hear properly. “Hi, I’m Sungho, do you have any idea where you’d like to study?” He gave a slight bow toward him and smiled a totally normal amount in his opinion.

“H-Hyung, thankyou for accepting to tutor me” his voice was soft and shy, he bowed low in response. “I don’t know the campus very well yet but if you tell me a location i’ll make sure to be there” He looked into Sunghos eyes, waiting for instruction like it was the most important thing.

“Oh crap, yeah I forgot you just started today! Okay, i’ll book study room K6 for us, its over the east wing of the campus by the library” He smiled reassuringly, like that would help make it easier for Leehan to find, His heart pounding in his chest.

It’d been a long time since Sungho had Spoken to any guy of interest to him, usually not allowing himself to, he didn’t dislike the idea of dating, actually it was the complete opposite, Sungho missed dating, he missed intimacy, but he knew it’d take away his focus for his studies. However, this couldn’t be helped, the universe was making him tutor Leehan, so for once he got to actually talk to a crush, which he found exhilarating.

“Okay, sure, got it. Thankyou S-Sungho Hyung, I-” Leehan began but was interrupted when the lecture hall door swung open with a slam.

A boy with dark tousled hair barged in, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you dude, I’m starving, please Leehan!” He begged the taller boy pouting over exaggeratedly.

Leehan smiled, letting out a giggle, Sungho’s insides melted.

“I’m coming, Myungjae, jeez” He said towards the expressive boy, “K6, got it, see you tomorrow Hyung.” He smiled with his eyes at Sungho and turned away towards the door with the other boy. Sungho could’ve sworn the boy named Myungjae panted like a dog when Leehan walked towards him, maybe he imagined it.

Although rarely done, lab work was one of Sunghos favourite parts of his studies, He couldn’t help but enjoy the neatness of it all, the charts, the organisation, in his mind it made it all feel simple, of course it wasn't, but it felt so. The lab was silent aside from the sound of peoples fingers tapping away at their keyboards or super quiet muffled music in others’ headphones.

As Sungho was focusing on the screen trying to take in the graph he'd made that didn’t quite look right, he saw a blonde head out the corner of his eye sneak in with a black coat screwed up in his arms. He bopped over to Sungho and dumped it on the empty chair next to him.

“We even now, bro?” Riwoo asked, his face nonchalant.

Sungho chuckled, “I mean I'm surprised you brought it in for me but no, not even close.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, “See you later.” He turned on his heels and snuck back out of the room.

It didn’t make up for much but Sungho was incredibly grateful for Riwoo bringing his coat, the rain only picked up throughout the day, well, it seemed like it stopped whenever he was inside and as soon as he went out it was torrential again, as Sungho walked from the bus stop to his apartment he was pelted with fat raindrops, as waterproof as this coat was it was just a raincoat, he could feel the force of them hitting his body and eventually even wet seeping through it. He picked up the pace and ran up the steps to his building door, only breathing properly when he was inside and the door shut behind him.

As he walked into his apartment he was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, he knew why, the reason was sitting on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table, Han Taesan.

“Did you let yourself in again?” He said defeatedly at Taesan. It wasn’t that Sungho disliked Taesan, he just didn’t appreciate his disregard for courtesy, everything was excused as art or vibes with him.

“Lee gave me a key, it's nice here when nobody’s around, don’t you think?” he said slowly as he breathed out a stream of thick smoke onto his joint, inspecting the way the red hot cherry blazed in reaction.

“I wouldn’t know,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “either you or Riwoo are always here,” he laughed a little. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed there always being someone around, quiet is nice but to know that someone is nearby was always a comforting feeling for Sungho.

“Whatever man, you like us really” the side of Taesans mouth stretched into a smirk. “Want some?” he reached his arm over the back of the couch to where Sungho was standing and held his splif up to him.

Sungho gave the same answer he always did: “You know what, I’ll have to pass today, maybe next time.”

“Lame, you should experience true feelings sometime man!” He shouted out to Sungho as he was walking out the room to his own bedroom while twisting his body and stretching his whole length back, lying down along the sofa, he closed his eyes and continued to smoke. His nirvana shirt clad chest rose high and held a second before he let the breath out again.

Taesan was an emotional guy, Sungho had seen this a lot over the last year, he seemed sensitive, not in a bad way, he was soft, trusting, and many times he’d sat on that exact sofa crying to Riwoo about a guy leading him on and then finally showing his true colours. On the flip of that, he was extremely bubbly and happy and a real mood maker for Riwoo. Sungho could see at least that.

Once in his room Sungho shuffled his feet to his desk and sat with a notebook and some worksheets he’d picked up earlier to somewhat prepare for Leehans tutoring session tomorrow. Having never tutored before he was scared in case he made a fool of himself, especially in front of Leehan, because let's face it, he wanted Leehan to like him too even if he wasn't supposed to be entertaining the idea of relationships.

As hard as he tried to make a plan all he could seem to think of was Leehan, more specifically his lips, he wanted so badly to even just swipe a finger across them, feel the plumpness of them, he imagined how warm they’d be against his own, they probably taste sweet, he thought about how well their lips would slot together, slick and needing, how if Leehans mouth would open slightly and he would take his swollen bottom lip between his teeth and toy with it just to make him open wider so he could slip his tongue in and massage it against the pretty boys own, sliding around his mouth, learning what more he could do to elicit small moans and whimpers from him.

As Leehan arrived home he was greeted with an empty apartment, Jaehyun was probably out goofing around with his other friends, he hadn’t seen him since lunch today, Jaehyun was super extroverted, a people person and it seemed like the more he was around people the more his energy grew, which was the exact opposite case for Leehan, he wasn’t necessarily an introvert but there was a limit to his social battery and with today being his first day of Uni he had definitely reached it.

Now he just wanted to make some food and chill in front of his fish tank with his music playing.He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up thinking about how lucky it was that he remembered it today, usually Leehan wouldn’t have taken his coat but something in him made him, even with no indication of rain as he was leaving this morning, usually he ended up out in a t-shirt getting soaked, like that hot guy, Sungho, He remembered seeing him this morning on the way in wondering about how he’d have looked had that been a soaked white t-shirt over his giant shoulders rather than black, then later finding out this guy was supposed to be his tutor, what kind of sick joke was that? He found this incredibly sexy guy, on campus, in his class, he had a shot, maybe? But for him to be his tutor, he had no chance, no way in hell, right?

He reheated some food his mother had sent over and took a seat on the sofa facing the backrest so he could watch his fish, some soft music playing in the background. This was Leehans happy place, the perfect, uninterrupted, calmness. His fish swimming without a care, his balloon molly, affectionately nicknamed Myungie after Jaehyun because it swims just like a dog wagging its tail, swam away excitedly to the blue tang as he sat and his new zebrafish came closer to the glass, somehow curiously. He couldn’t help but think of Sungho for some reason, maybe because they're such resilient and sturdy fish and Leehan couldn’t avoid the fact that Sungho looked incredibly sturdy, his shoulders so solid and wide. He stopped paying attention to his food, the fish and the music as his mind started wandering, imagining how it must feel to be surrounded by those broad shoulders, trapped between Sunghos chest and a bed, the shadow that might be cast over his small frame to have such a man above him, incredible, he concluded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing daydreaming about his student TA tutor, over him, looking down at him, placing his finger under his chin and tilting it up so Leehan was looking up into his eyes, submitting to his touch as Sunghos thigh took place against his clothed crotch, the friction between them simultaneously not enough and too much for him to bear.

Staring blankly through his fish tank, lost in thought about Sunghos strong figure taking what he wanted from him, he didn’t even notice Jaehyun walk in, say his same repeatedly and walk over until his big eyes were staring back at him through the fish tank.

“YAH! Announce yourself man!” He jumped out of his skin.

Jaehyun laughed like a kid, “I did! It’s not my fault you were on another planet, I said your name like 10 times.”

Leehan looked puzzled, he didn’t hear him at all, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter, he looked around him and noticed his bowl of food had just been left alone completely after he had a couple forkfuls, his stomach rumbled an angry reminder at him.

“You didn’t eat? Again?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, “You said you were gonna take better care of yourself now that we’re out of high school and moved away from them.”

Leehan looked guilty, “No, I swear I am, Myungjae, I am, I just got lost in thought and forgot about my food, I promise, look I’ll reheat it now,” he moved to get up and his hardened cock changed his mind, “well in a second.” He added, realising the rest of his body still hadn’t recovered from his daydreaming, his eyes moved around the room until they looked at the floor, blush rising up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, who?” Jaehyun's face lit up, “pleasepleasepleaseplease tell me?” he begged.

“I don't know what you're on about to be honest” Leehan laughed dismissively, finally able to get up and re-reheat his food, he walked towards the microwave, Jaehyun following him keenly.

“Is it someone I know, was I with you when you saw him? Is it a professor? Oh my God, is it that guy from earlier?!”

“Again, I don’t know what you're on about, what guy?” He lied, he knew very well that Jaehyun was referring to Sungho.

“That guy with the massive shoulders you were talking to in the lecture hall! There’s no way it's not him, he’s completely your type, you love men that look climbable!” he snorted, laughing.

“He’s the student TA, and, from tomorrow, my tutor, so whether you're onto something or not,” he glared, “he’s a no go.” The microwave dinged and he reached in with a tea towel in his hands to save his fingerprints from being seared off.

Jaehyun gave an accomplished but sad smile, “you’re just making excuses, I’m sure he’s not really, there’s no rules about it..”

“Even if there isn’t, who's to say he’d be interested anyway?” Leehan raised his eyebrows at Jaehyun as he sat at the couch, the right way this time, grabbed the games console controller and passed it to Jaehyun, “set that up, we need that rematch still.”

“You make too many excuses,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the controller, setting up the game eagerly.

Sungho was snapped out of his terribly explicit thoughts by the smell of pizza wafting through the crack in his door. Interested, he sorted himself out and ventured out into the livingroom to find Riwoo and Taesan stuffing their faces.

“Hey big guy!” Riwoo said way too excitedly, “you want some? We ordered too much ‘cause this doofus can’t use his phone properly when he’s stoned.” He pointed at Taesan and laughed.

Taesan’s camera suddenly flashed a massive flash of light in the dim living room, effectively blinding the two boys victim to the photo. “Niiiice, “ he whispered under his breath, he hadn’t been listening at all, just observing through his lens.

“Yah! That’s like the tenth time tonight!” Riwoo rubbed his eyes frantically trying to rid himself of the white splodges in his vision.

“Yeah but look.” Taesan turned the camera around and showed both boys a very aesthetic photo, somehow looked like it was well planned, staged and made for purpose, it was no wonder really that Taesan was already becoming known in the photography industry, most people would have said majoring in photography was a waste, but for a young prodigy like Taesan, it was warranted.

“Woah, that's pretty cool, you should major in photography.” Sungho said sarcastically, grabbing a slice of pizza.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, dude,” Taesan smiled, flicking through settings on his camera.

To say the day had gone smoothly would be an understatement, Sungho hadn’t had a day go this well in a long time, he felt uneasy, he worried this just meant the rest of the day would be horrible. He finished up at his physical therapy lecture, readying to go to the study room and headed into the hallway, he spotted Leehan coming out of the next lecture hall and had a brainwave to show him the way.

Leehan spotted Sungho through the sea of people and soon noticed his gesture to him to follow. His stomach twisted a little, he thought he’d have a couple minutes to compose himself before seeing Sungho for his tutor session. The thought of being alone around this guy made him nervous as all hell.

“Hey! I thought since we’re both going to K6 anyway I can show you there myself to save you the stress of finding it.” Sungho beamed.

“Good idea, my sense of direction isn't the best actually, you might’ve been waiting a while.” he grinned like an idiot, realised, and immediately stopped himself, trying to create the illusion that he wasn't completely into his tutor.

Sungho nearly imploded when he saw Leehans giant smile, but didn’t miss how quickly it disappeared. He wondered if there could be something upsetting him, was he dealing well enough with starting uni, was anything wrong? Regardless, it wasn’t Sunghos' place to question, the best he could do would be to make Leehan smile at every given opportunity.

The study room was plain, an awful blue carpet tile floor and white walls scattered with leaflets, flyers and posters. There were a couple of individual desks dotted in the corners, a green couch with a few pretty cushions on it along the far wall and a bigger group of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. It had one window and despite it being very boring Leehan was actually surprised to see that there were even a few indoor plants in the room.

Both of the boys took a seat beside each other at the big table and Sungho set his bag on the floor next to him, rifling through it to grab his notebook containing his half completed “plan”, he looked at it and stifled a smile, rolling his eyes quietly to himself.

“Is everything okay?” Leehan looked worried at him.

He chuckled a little “Oh! Yeah don’t worry, I just haven't tutored before so I wanted to be prepared but I got kinda distracted when I was trying to plan.” He held up the book with a list that couldn’t really be described as a list, it had ‘plan’ underlined at the top and underneath was a bullet point written talk and another bullet point under it without anything following it. He smiled a little defeatedly at Leehans sweet face.

“I mean, it’s not empty, so that's a start?” He joked.

“Well yes! We have a plan then, right?” Talking was the first step either way because Sungho had no idea what Leehan would be needing help with already so early in the year. “Why did you ask for a tutor so early, anyway?”

“I didn’t.” Leehans lips pressed into a straight line.

Confusion brushed over Sunghos face, “but, Zico said you'd asked, didn’t he?”

“It’s a long story, but my parents asked the school to give me extra tutoring.” he said defeatedly, turning away slightly.

“Ah, okay” Sungho knew not to press further when it came to other people's families, it's the last thing he’d want too, but it didn’t stop his heart aching a little as the thought of Leehan having troubles crossed his mind quickly.

He turned back towards the strong boy “Do you have any advice for a first year?” Leehans soft voice broke Sungho out of his thoughts.

“Maybe, but I know what works for some doesn’t work for others. I made sure to stay focused, but I've also had next to no social life for a whole year so I wouldn't recommend it.” He laughed.

“Well, I don’t actually need tutoring so we could use this time to hang out,” he paused for a second in disbelief that he even managed to suggest this, Sungho wouldn’t be bothered with him, why should he even still agree to tutoring if Leehan didn’t need it, “I-if you want to that is” he added quickly, “I know you probably have better ways to spend your time, but i promise I’m good company.” He smiled shyly. Sungho raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Leehan wanted to spend this time together with him regardless? After he’d finished talking Sungho chimed in “Well, if it turns out you aren’t good company, at the very least you're nice to look at.” He winked, with a small smirk on his mouth, not entirely sure where his confidence had come from.

Leehans jaw dropped open and he froze for half a second in thought, if Sungho was joking it wasn’t a good one, “what did you say?”

Sungho’s heart jumped a little at the question, he had a choice now, he could either play it off as a joke or he could double down on his comment. His mouth started moving before he’d even thought, “I’m sorry, did you mishear me, I mean you're incredibly pretty, I don’t think I would've been able to focus much on tutoring anyway so it’s really a good job-” He stopped when he noticed Leehans expression had turned into a somewhat uncomfortable look. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you un-”

This time he was cut off by Leehan, “No,” he shook his head, “I’m not uncomfortable by what you said,” he looked down a little, “It’s just, I wouldn’t have been able to focus either if i had to look at you.”

“Oh?” Sungho’s eyes widened and he brought his hand up, tucked his finger under leehans chin and tilted his head up, “look at me” he said quietly.

Leehans heart started thumping in his chest, he lifted his gaze up led by Sunghos touch until their eyes met.

Sungho explored his face, it was rushed, he would’ve loved to take in every square centimetre of it, count his freckles but he’d look a bit weird if he didn’t do something right now. He leaned in slightly, eyes on his lips, but looked back at Leehans eyes for consent.

Leehan wanted this, this could be a horrible idea but he gave a small and quick nod in return and the finger held under his chin brought him closer as Sungho leaned in further and closed the gap.

The kiss was soft at first, Sunghos palm on the side of Leehans face was so gentle, Sungho didn’t kiss how Leehan expected him to, he was softer, calmer, but it still drove him crazy. Their lips continued to slide together deliberately.

Sungho stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, “Hm, you do taste sweet,” Leehan caught his breath for a second and unintentionally whined to the tiniest amount at the loss of Sunghos lips. At this Sungho immediately drove back in with more passion this time, Leehan moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, Leehan letting him in deeper and using his own tongue to tell the broad man he wanted to take anything he would give him.

“please..” Leehan murmured and Sungho moved off Leehan’s plump lips and started using his mouth to plant wet, hot kisses down Leehans jawline and neck, leaving a bite and as Leehan squirmed a bit from this he threaded his long fingers through Sungho’s hair.

Sungho pulled back and made towards the door, he locked it and returned to Leehan immediately, Leehan was standing now, waiting. Sungho pulled him in by his small waist and took his soft mouth with much more fervour this time. He walked back still holding Leehan in any way he could while they stumbled clumsily to the couch, mouths still attached, tongues sliding so filthily together, saliva spilling from their fierce connection. Leehan tugged at Sungho’s jacket in a wordless plea.

“Patience prince, you’ll get what you want.” Sungho breathed down the pretty boy's neck and lowered him onto the couch. Hovering over him he leaned down close to Leehan’s face, “if you behave yourself.” and took him once again into a searing kiss, the other boy lapping at his mouth moaning.

Leehan had had enough, he shifted enough to sit Sungho up and straddle him, clothed cocks both trapped in their jeans, the friction almost unbearable, Leehan let Sunghos tongue in again and keen forwards, rutting his hips down they groaned in unison, kissing wet and heavy. Sungho reached around Leehan, wrapped his hair around his fist and pulled down. Leehan pressed harder against his stiff cock and whined. This perfect prince-like boy was becoming a mess right before him. His neck so open with his head pulled back, Sungho took the opportunity to lick a dripping stripe up past the boy's adams apple, all the way past his chin and straight into his mouth, letting the prince's head go he made to undo his jeans, Leehan stood and removed them, Sungho stepped towards him, closing him into a wall behind him, he turned him around and pressed against him into the wall. With his face in his brown hair and lips brushing the shell of his ear he reached his hand up around to Leehans mouth.

The younger man immediately took two of Sungho’s thick fingers into his swollen mouth, swirling his tongue around and coating them in his saliva, Sungho groaned, his cock was throbbing and leaking into his boxers, he needed to fuck this boy into next week but he wasn’t about to injure him because he couldnt be patient himself.

He removed his fingers from Leehan’s warm mouth and toyed around his hole, giving Leehan a chance to deny him if he’d changed his mind, which of course he hadn’t. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly. Leehan swore in bliss, his voice raising the slightest bit more than was safe, at that Sungho reached his other hand up and clasped it over Leehans mouth and he continued the slow fucking actions with his finger, eventually adding another and scissoring them in his tight hole, occasionally brushing over his prostate, Leehan let out a muffled moan and huffed deeply through his nose, his hard cock leaking against the cold wall. Sungho moved his fingers in and out a few more times before he decided to add a third for good measure.

“Ah-ah, breathe pretty boy” Sungho rasped out as Leehan’s hole tightened around his fingers, he removed his hand from his mouth and Leehan took a deep breath, his hole relaxed and Sungho clapped his hand back over his face and started fucking harder and more persistently into Leehan, pressing into his soft spot over and over again.

Leehan whined against his lover's hand, knees growing weak with pleasure, he was being thrown towards the edge and in seconds he might just blow, his hole was throbbing around Sunghos fingers until suddenly it was throbbing around nothing.

Sungho ripped his hand from Leehans insides and fumbled with his pants button quickly, he pulled his jeans down just enough for his girthy cock to spring free, slit leaking with precum, he rubbed his hand over it with a couple of pumps, spreading the wetness over the head and lined himself up against the flushed boy’s entrance, he slowly pushed in but before he could even get past the rim Leehan had shoved himself down onto his cock bottoming out immediately, Sungho groaned and hissed through his teeth along with Leehans moaning and whimpering.

He held Leehan by his hips, digging his fingers in and keeping him still. If he moved now he’d fill this beautiful guy up before he had the chance to watch him fall apart for him.

They both stood still for a few seconds, heavy breaths the only sound in the room, Sungho felt so good inside Leehan, he looked back at Sungho to see him studying how deep he was in side, Leehan ass cheeks flush against his abdomen, Sunghos his dick twitched and sent a pulse through Leehan causing him to whimper quietly.

Sungho chuckled dangerously and raised his eyebrows, smirking “You ready, pretty?”

He didn’t give Leehan a chance to answer properly. Sungho had drawn his thick cock out almost all the way and pulled him back onto it hard and fast, pinpointing his spot right away, he did it again and again. The lack of proper lubrication was apparent as he’d begun feeling sore already but not important in comparison to the sheer pleasure he was feeling as his ass was being smacked hard against the stocky man’s V-line.

Sungho continued his assault, not caring about the volume of the noises leaving Leehans mouth, he could tell how fucked out he was already by the way he noticed his legs were already weak. He wasn’t done with him yet, Sungho reached his hands under Leehans knees and lifted him in the air, the backs of Leehans legs draped over Sungho’s strong forearms, still buried deep in his stretched hole.

He couldn’t have imagined in all of eternity that this was how good being inside Leehan felt, hot and wet, still tight but pliable enough for him to slide his long, thick cock into his abdomen, causing many curses and moans to fall from both of them.

Leehan was taken by surprise, he knew Sungho would be strong but, god, he didn’t expect him to suspend him and fuck him like this, but then again, he wasn’t expecting him to even be fucking him full stop. He moaned and writhed against Sunghos wide chest, his head dropping back to rest on his big shoulder.

Sungho caught Leehans lips in a biting kiss, mouths clashing rapidly and repeatedly, he dragged his teeth against him plump, already raw bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to fuck the tall boys limp body down onto his length. “Fuck youre so much prettier like this” he groaned into the crook of Leehans neck.

Leehan’s cock was swollen, so hard, aching for release or touch, dripping with precum, he was right on the edge “Please, ah- Sungho I’m gonna- '' He felt how Sungho’s thrusts got more erratic and out of time.

Sungho bit into Leehans shoulder and hit into his prostate with so much purpose he could swear he’d never wanted to make someone cum this desperately in his life.

Leehan was reduced to gasps and whimpers as his vision whited out, his orgasm his him like a truck, cock bouncing from being ragged around on Sungho’s weapon, cumming hard, ropes of cum spurting everywhere, he peaked so high that he thought he might never come back to normality.

As he heard Leehans fucked out mewls he also felt his hot wet ring constrict around his dick, squeezing rythmically and deliciously around him, milking him of his own cum, the pretty boys hole was begging to be filled up with his sticky load and who was he to deny him. With a few more ambitious thrusts he was sprinting towards his own release.

The feeling of bliss became paired with overstimulation, causing Leehan to become insanely wobbly and dazed. Sunho continued his battery on his core and soon enough Leehan felt the firm cock painting his inside white with every long pulse.

Sungho growled heavily as he came, entirely sure that someone had to have heard, but this was the most intense feeling he’d felt in a long time, if ever. His body shook on his release, he couldn’t hold Leehan anymore. He wrapped one arm around Leehans waist, holding him close and supported himself against the wall with his other over his head.

The panting that escaped both males as they adjusted to coming down, still connected, was incredibly erotic even more so considering what had just gone down between them.

Both still one and sheened with sweat they stayed in a comfortable silence, the electricity in the room around them doing enough in the way of communication. Sungho kissed the soft skin at the back of his neck and across his shoulders, he was a little worried he’d gone too hard.

When Leehan had regained strength in his legs enough to stand without support Sungho removed the arm from his waist and stroked up and down his arms a small smile creeping onto his mouth “Are you okay for me to move?” Sungho asked gently.

“Mhm, I’m okay.” Leehans voice was soft, he was still floating a little in bliss, completely conscious, just relaxed.

Sungho slowly eased out of Leehans soaking hole “ah shit, I think we made a mess” He chuckled lightly and stepped away to his backpack quickly, bringing back a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself and zipped his jeans back up. He took another couple out and warmed them between his palms before he started cleaning Leehan up. He may have just fucked this boy into oblivion but it didn’t change the fact that he was enamoured by him, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grabbed his underwear for him and handed it to Leehan and sat on the couch.

A small smile swept over Leehans face, did Sungho actually like him like this? “Thanks..” He put them on and went to join Sungho on the couch.

Sungho held his arm out over the couch for Leehan to sit with him, he sat closely, half snuggled almost into Sunghos side.

“That was much more intense than I intended, are you okay?” Sungho worried his bottom lip.

Two big eyes looked up at him and creased into half moon eye smiles as Leehans face lifted, “I’m great!” He chirped beautifully.

Sungho let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto in relief. “Oh great, so you dont hate me for fucking you too hard!” He laughed.

Leehan chuckled “If anything I like you more for it.” he poked Sungho in the side playfully.

“Ah! Watch it,” he jerked “Start acting up now and I might have to teach you a lesson” He looked at Leehan jokingly.

“You were supposed to be teaching me anyway, weren’t you?” Leehan looked smugly at Sungho.

“Did you not learn anything at all during your time in this room?” he commented sarcastically laughing. “We should actually get going. I only booked the room for an hour because someone had already booked the room for the next slot.”

Leehan looked like he saw a ghost when he realised how long they’d been in there, Jaehyun had said he’d check if he was ready to go an hour after school finished. He stood quickly and put his pants back on, trying to make himself look decent, in his panic he turned to Sungho and asked how he looked.

Sungho stood face to face with him and brushed some of Leehans now mussed up hair out of his handsome face, “you look like you just got fucked, I mean, you look adorable, but also like you just got fucked.” and pressed a kiss into his still puffy lips.

Just then the door knocked and Leehan froze, he held a finger up to his lips, he didn’t want to hide this from Jaehyun, he just didn’t feel comfortable having to explain himself right away. The mystery person tried the door handle to find it was locked and rattled it for a second.

Sungho nodded and stayed quiet until they heard the footsteps retreat, Sungho spoke up, “I know I'm kind of going about this the wrong way round but do you wanna go and get a bite to eat?”

Leehans heart skipped in his chest, “I’d like that, Hyung.” He smiled.

Being called Hyung by this charming boy mixed with the fact Leehan did that cute eye smile again and said yes made Sungho’s breath hitch for a second. He wasn’t gonna be able to focus this year at all was he?

#bnd #boynextdoor #sungho x leehan #leehan x sungho #leehan #taesan #riwoo #sungho #jaehyun #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor fluff #park sungho #dom sungho #sub leehan

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yawn-junn · 1 year ago

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♡︎Requests Are open♡︎

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taesanluv3r · 14 days ago

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laser tag!

kim woonhak x reader

a silly laser tag date with bf!woonhak, turns into a cheeky first kiss. fluffy cuteness, slight betrayal (in a silly way) :3 lowercase intended, excuse any grammar or spelling errors! this is kinda messy but enjoyy

wc: 1,383

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"your first kiss was during...laser tag?!"

okay, maybe to the untrained eye this wasn't the most ideal scenario. romantics might argue that the first kiss should be special, warm, filled to the brim with roses upon a candlelight dinner and - well, not in the middle of an intense laser tag match.

to young and naive lovers like kim woonhak and yn ln however, this was just the right time and place for such a thing. i mean, what's more romantic than a gruesome battle in an awfully humid indoor space, accompanied by extremely cheap plastic guns?

exactly, nothing.

"i'm gonna get you, yn!" woonhak yelled as he ran across the room. he held onto the laser gun tightly, a bright blue circle at the centre of his plastic armour - it glowed, indicating he hadn't been defeated yet. he follows his girlfriend, chasing after the glowing red on her own suit.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that!" yn retaliates, a giggle escaping her gloss stained lips as she skips through the maze-like battlefield. she doesn't stop running, and he doesn't stop chasing; they had seemingly forgotten of the other players, bending the rules of the game to focus solely on each other - as if it were a one on one match.

"hah! got ya!"

the boy's teeth peeked through as he grinned. he had successfully cornered the girl at a dead end, now it really was a one on one fight. "you gonna shoot me or what?" she asked, her weapon locked and loaded, pointed at him and ready to go. he was in the same position, an eye squinted as if he were trying to get a better aim. "aren't you?" he asks as they begin to rotate in a circle, covering the area of the small grounds they stood in.

"how many more shoots do you have left?" woonhak inquires, his head tilts to one side when he asks but the rest of his body stays alert - there was no room for distraction. "i'm not falling for that, you're gonna shoot me while i check...child's play" yn replies, scoffing at her boyfriend's dirty tactics. she has this smile on her face, it's smug and somewhat annoying, but something about it made his stomach turn (in a good way) and he couldn't help but break character for a moment, letting his guard down.

bad idea.

"FUCK!" yn cursed almost way too loudly - especially at a place dominated by children. woonhak laughs manically, in a split second he had managed to dodge her shot. "HAH! i'd like to see you try that again" he snickers, watching her face as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. his own expression changes quickly however, when she lifts her gun up to point at him again, right at his chest.

"kim woonhak, consider yourself...dead?"

fuck.

"looks like someone's out of shots..." the boy smirks, watching as a look of shock washes over her complexion. "this is seriously so unfair" she whines, dropping the, now useless, gun onto the floor. yn frowns when woonhak begins to walk towards her. she steps back each time he comes closer but this method only worked for as long as she didn't come into straight contact with the plush foam walls - which, obviously, she did.

"woonhak, babe, don't do it...spare me!"

he laughs again, the same manic laugh as before, as if he could already feel the glory of victory reeling in. he fully corners her this time, her back against the wall and one of his palms pressed onto the surface right beside her head, caging her in so that there was no escape.

yn sighs, she's about to give up. i mean, there really isn't any other way to win...unless of course if she could stall him long enough for the time to run out. but how? if there's anything about kim woonhak that anyone should know it's that he's dead serious about games like this, nothing in the world could distract him - well, maybe a true loves kiss but where would yn ln find a true loves kiss at a time like this? hey that rhymed, also! yn you idiot, you're the true loves kiss!

"what are you thinking so hard about right now?" his words pull her out of the short trance she was in. observant as ever, the boy caught on immediately to the smirk that played against her lips. "what are you plotting, yn?" he sounded almost nervous.

"aren't you gonna shoot me?"

he chuckles, "i'm savouring it. gonna wait till the very last minute", she raises a brow, "what if you don't make it on time?" and he rolls his eyes, "with you weaponless and cornered, no one else around, and the clear shot i have? fat chance" she sighs, "fine then..."

"you can't say i didn't warn you then"

before the boy could even try to question her odd statement, he was pulled forward by the two hands she had hooked between the straps of his armour. in a matter of seconds, kim woonhak had gone from feeling rather victorious to losing himself in his girlfriend's mouth.

not that he was complaining though, he's been waiting for this moment to happen since the very moment they started dating about two and a half weeks ago - he just never thought it'd be at laser tag that he'd get his very first kiss from her. again, not complaining though.

the kiss was simple. distracting, sure, but for the most part it was simple; sweet and passionate - maybe a little sloppy, but what would you expect of two amateur teenage kissers?

kim woonhak was on cloud nine! i mean, he's got the love of his life - namely, yn ln - locked on his lips, his hands in his hair and everything, and on top of that, his laser tag victory was just inches away...at the edge of his finger tips, literally. nothing could go wrong now...nothing in the whole wide world could ever ruin this moment in any way...nothing could-

'shots fired! player freshboy has been defeated! congratulations red team you win!'

"huh...?"

woonhak's face went pale as the speaker intercom voice filled his ears, he finally pulls away from the kiss, "what...?" his confusion is answered when yn laughs from her spot in front of him. his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend, pretty - as always - but something was different. why was she armed? her weapon was gone minutes ago! and where did his weapon go? what...

"got ya!"

he couldn't believe it. about a billion thoughts raced through his mind as he watched his girlfriend cheer with glee - cheer in glory of her victory, the victory that was meant to be his. but amongst all these thoughts only one read clear in the very center of his head, in big and bold letters, in a colour so brightly red, a singular word floating with a background of fire:

betrayal.

"aw woonagi don't be upset, it's not the end of the world!" yn giggles at the large pout on his face as they return the plastic suits and weapons to the counter. "yeah it is, my girlfriend totally betrayed me! worse! she distracted me with a secret weapon! that's totally against the rules and so very unfair and i think that-" woonhak didn't finish - or rather, he couldn't finish. his words all swallowed up by her lips that attached themselves onto his again.

once more, she laughs at his bewildered face. "you're so adorable, hakie. now let's go, dinner is on you remember, loser" he frowns again, but wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to kiss the top of her head. her nose scrunches at the contact and she tumbles to side a bit, walking lopsided as a result of their difference in height.

"you're so lucky i love you, yn"

they went to dinner after that, on woonhak's latest pay check from his part-time job. then when they parted that night, neither of the pair could fall asleep; lost in space as images of their spontaneous first kiss flashed against the stars. the rest was history, a story to be told over and over again until everyone and their mother's got sick of it.

"so yeah...we did have our first kiss at laser tag"

the end.

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YAYYYY FIRST FIC(ish) IN A WHILE 😭😭😭😭 hope u enjoyed it <3 sorry to have kept u waiting. love, kona.

#kona's work ♡#im obsessed w the idea of first love life woonhak idk if u can tell #boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor drabbles #bnd x reader #woonhak #kim woonhak #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor woonhak #bnd woonhak #kim woonhak x reader #bnd

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oneirataxia-haechan · 15 days ago

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They find out they weren't your original bias

Boynextdoor hyung line x reader (established relationship) (jaehyun's is long sorry) ultimate masterlist maknae line

Sungho

isn’t bothered by it one bit.

a bias is just a bias, you chose him for love.

you were actually the one to tell him one day during filming.

you just told him out of the blue, no rhyme or reason for it at all.

he thinks it’s cute that Jaehyun was your first bias.

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While watching the other boys shoot new stuff for the album, you and Sungho were just aimlessly chatting about anything. Enjoying each others company during his busy schedule, and seeing your babies do their thing. Jaehyun was up next for his solo shooting. As this was going on you leaned in toward Sungho, eyes still focused on Jaehyun being Jaehyun.

“You know, Jaehyun was actually my first bias.“ Sungho grinned from ear to ear, letting out a little giggle. Then you looked at him, confused by his wide grin.

“W-w-what?” You questioned between nervous laughter.

“That’s pretty adorable to be honest.” While talking neither of you had noticed Jaehyun finished and was walking up to yours and Sungho’s cozy spot.

“What’s adorable?” Jaehyun questioned, hoping for a compliment. Both of your eyes widened as you both smiled, turning to him.

“You as always Jae!” You started cheerfully.

“You did great as always!” Once he was out of ear shot Sungho touched your arm as you turned to look at him.

“Please don’t tell Jaehyun, Sungie.” You were basically pleading with him.

“I want to keep it between us too. If he found out he would never let either of us live it down.” Putting out your hand for Sungho to shake, he took it and you both giggled about your deal.

Riwoo

nonchalant #2.

not as chill about it as Leehan but pretty chill.

doesn’t care when Leehan mentioned that Woonhak was your first bias because he knows you bias him now.

Riwoo also knows that you think his dance skills are top tier. because they are

he also doesn’t mind because you laugh hardest at his jokes.

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You were playing games with Woonhak when your phone lit up a few times in a row, catching your attention. Glancing down at the sudden light, distracting you from the game for a few seconds. This quick distraction causing you to die. You weren’t too upset though, picking up your phone to check it.

my dancing king: Leehan told me about your little secret

you: girl what

my dancing king: do you like playing games with your original bias most?

You giggle out loud, making Woonhak’s curiousity grow, as he looked in your direction.

you: yeah I love playing games with woon, he’s great at them!

You knew he was messing with you and was probably disappointd he couldn’t fool you as easily as he’d thought.

my dancing king: good thing your taste has improved.

You hadn’t noticed Woonhak peaking over your shoulder, hearing a whiney

“heyyyyy!~”

“He’s just being annoying Woonie don’t worry.” You both laughed and continued your game.

Jaehyun

doesn’t believe it for a second but once it sits with him for a couple minutes he begins to overthink.

Sungho had accidentally let it slip around Jaehyun, not even sure the reason he had brought it up in the first place.

you told Sungho while in a sleepy state one late night, that he was actually your original bias.

Jaehyun will distance himself from you and from Sungho until you are caught up to what happened.

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During a group hang out Jaehyun had been noticibly distancing himself from you and Sungho. it was more noticible with you though. Sungho could see you getting visibly upset about your boyfriend's actions, so he asked you to talk with him outside the room. He knew exactly why Jaehyun was acting this way but he wanted to let you know exactly what happened. Sungho felt majorly guilty once he realized what he had done. There were a few hours in between this incident and the group hangout. Hours that Jaehyun had been alone, sulking to himself, and brewing in his jealousy. Sungho began telling you about what happened and that he didn’t even think about how it could've hurt Jaehyun. When he watched you and Sungho step out of the room together he immediately got really hurt and upset, on top of his overthinking from the past couple hours. He excused himself from the remaining boys, charging towards the door. Just as you both were about to head back into the room, Jaehyun flew past. a large gust of wind drew distance between you and Sungho, making just enough room for Jaehyun, as he stormed away. You both looked in the direction he was heading, then at each other, knowing your private chat probably escalated his already racing thoughts. You couldn’t decide if you should go after him or give him some space. Deciding it would be best to go after him you said bye to Sungho, asking him to apologize to the other boys on your behalf. He apologized to you one last time with extra sorry eyes as you parted ways.

As you arrived at the dorms you closed the door behind you, calling out for Jaehyun lightly, not wanting to scare him. There was only silence. You began walking down the hall towards his room. Empty. Now you were getting more worried than before but decided to try the other rooms. Both empty, until you landed in front of Sungho’s room. As you drew closer to the door you heard quiet sniffles. You lightly knocked, beginning to open the door and enter.

“Jaehyun..?” You questioned as soft as possible. He scooted over on the bed inviting you to join him.

“Baby, why are you in-“ Before you could finish your question he sniffled again and cut you off.

“Is Sungho hyung still your bias?” You wanted to laugh at the ubsurd question, but you knew how his brain functioned. Sighing you turned towards him, cupping his face in your hands. Seeing his red nose and wet eyes shattered your heart to pieces. You kissed his forehead and smiled.

“Myung Jaehyun is mine. Myung Jaehyun is my baby. Myung Jaehyun is my forever bias.”

He blushed and giggled. Then he took your hands, put your arms around his waist and nuzzled his face into your neck.

maknae line here

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serejae · 5 months ago

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WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 17. YOU CLING TO YOUR PAPERS AND PENS, WAIT UNTIL YOU LIKE ME AGAIN

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mstl

its been 55 minutes since jaehyun was supposed to be here. orginally your solo shot was suppose to be shot today, but woonhak texted the group chats changing the plans. sure jaehyun couldve not seen the text but you doubted it, maybe he was embarrassed but you had a sense of deja vu.

you heard woonhak sigh making you look up. “we can just film your solo shot today” you nod and follow him as he walks out his door. as you follow him to the park he starts recording you.

“we have L/N Y/N here and in this segment you’ll be asked questions that you WILL answer without jaehyun around” he started “will?” you laughed at his phrasing “long story…anyways!”

“what are your opinions on myung jaehyun?”

you keep walking looking at the ground and something just blew up in you. “he hasnt changed like at all. cause for the viewers, jaehyun and i were suppose to be filming together again but he didn’t show up and this is what he always did! especially for dates, i’ll wait for hours alone just for him to be in his studio so i’m really not suprised that he isnt here. i swear his office saw him more than i did in our almosy 2 years of dating. its irresponsible no? just to ditch everything for your career and don’t get me wrong im all in for it but its just…” you paused, why were you so bothered? “next question please woonhak.”

“i thought you both ended on good terms?”

“pfft thats what you both tell everyone when you first end things but deep down there…well like you said before lingering feelings that you just cant express because it already ended and now since everyone thinks you both ended things well you start overthinking, ‘hm i shouldnt feel this way we ended things well’ , ‘theres no point on being stuck on him now because we’re friends’ but you both know damn well you ended things ‘on good terms’ because you both swept the conversation you needed to have about the breakup under the carpet due to the fact you and them are pussies who cant handle confrontation.”

“so what if the mess under the rug is too much to the point you cant sweep anymore?”

“um, well…

either you both stand on the elevated rug thats floating at this point ontop of both your guys mess and never talk to each other again because if you do, inevitably the conversation you tried to avoid will be brought up.

or you…

fix it?”

“do you think ending things on good terms is better than ending it on bad terms?”

“no. if you end on bad terms you have nothing to talk about, because youre too focused on hating each other, but good terms each time youre around that person your mind cant help but go ‘what if?’ and soon they start to fill up your mind the same way they did when you were crushing on them then the cycle repeats of you falling in love again but then again you cant do anything because you already broke up and once they move on you have a resentment or a heartbreak feeling towards them.

the same way it does when you both end on bad terms.”

“do you…” woonhak paused and noticed your neck area. “ive always seen the chain around your neck but i never seen the charm on the necklace before” he said examining the necklack, the charm was a heart pendant with mj+(l/n initial + f/n initial) on it with the date you both started dating under. shit, you forgot the tuck it into your shirt.

quickly you tuck it into your shirt and clear your throat

“do you ever have any ‘what if’s with jaehyun, and…theres no need to lie now” woonhak laughed

you smiled and bit and continued “uhm, i wonder where him and i would be if he didnt end things. like would we be together still? if yes is the love still pure, or what we would be together right now but if we still ended things i wonder if it wouldve been on bad terms.”

“do you think of him often?”

“yeah.” no. what?

yeah?

as in yes?

you turn to look at woonhak and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“oh look a music store!! woonhak i completely forgot i told a friend id meet them there, we can end this now!” you rushed out

“NO YN! I CAN COME INSIDE AND FILM-“

“BYE!”

you run inside of the music store and pant hiding behind a shelf. when you look up and see a pair of familiar eyes. you groan silently and rested your head against the shelf, its like he’s been spawning everywhere lately and its not for the better. you look up again and see he’s staring at your neck, looking down you realize the necklace that you tucked away somehow escaped and is now staring at jaehyun. you look back up with your cheeks hot and realized hes gone

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jungaji · 23 days ago

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⋆˙⟡ — jungaji

sol | 18 | she/her | @theyseemedream

中/en OK! ˙ᵕ˙

masterlist ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

★ - smau

♡ - one shot smau/fake texts

✦ - written

nct 127

ghostbuster | kim jungwoo ♡

nct dream

when they miss you | '00 line ✦

CATCH THAT GOMDO | lee haechan ★

3:16AM | lee haechan ✦

texts with boyfriend!haechan ♡

teddy bear | na jaemin ♡

SCUM'S WISH | park jisung ★

aespa

kiss it off me | uchinaga aeri ★

#navi #moots 💗#anon 💭#my snoopy <3

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minkkumaz · 1 year ago

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FROM ME TO YOU

all of your experiences since you first moved into the neighborhood were more than magical. you had completely fallen for woonhak and his boyish charm. but there was something different about him recently and you'd find out exactly what. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 3.0k TAGS adults dni. angst. some fluff. miscommunication. woonhak is kinda serving meanie butt. best friend jaehyun dynamic w/ reader. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryiiOMI NOTE this series is finally coming close to an end! i hope you enjoy this part, and please keep an eye out for further updates, trust me you'll want to.

the day you met him, and every day afterwards, was only something that could be described in an unrealistic fairy tale. though the best part of it all was when he pulled your face closer to his, trapping you in a kiss you’ve only ever dreamt about.

something different, something perfect. the feeling of finally being with someone you pined for since you met wasn’t fathomable, but it happened, and it couldn’t be more real.

since then, that photo strip has been trapped in the back of both of your phone cases. the sentimental value it had would have a hold on the two of you forever, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. it truly captured that moment in a way you could still feel your heart racing whenever you looked at it.

it was a constant reminder that you and woonhak shared a bond strong enough to blossom into a beautiful flower, petals far from wilting anytime soon.

the bike ride back was full of sheepish giggles and soft kisses on the back of his neck. but besides that, there was a lot of planning that went into what exactly you wanted to say. how do you tell a group of boys that you just bagged their best friend? you know they wouldn’t care, but the idea of jaehyun freaking out wasn’t impossible.

once you and woonhak got home, the two of you gathered the boys together in his room before intertwining your hands with one another and dropping the news. and as if you didn’t already predict the situation, you gave a teary - eyed jaehyun a panicked hug.

“oh my god..” jaehyun sniffled into your shoulder, “i’m so happy for you guys!”

“you’re such a crybaby it’s not that big of a deal!” woonhak laughed, rubbing a hand on his back.

“dude, my boyfriend just got stripped from my grasp! why wouldn’t i cry?!” he joked in between sobs before you flicked his forehead.

“hey, just know if he ever fucks up i’d be glad to send him your way hyun.” you smile.

“bro, we’ve been dating for like 30 minutes! you’re already selling me away?”

“i mean, he’s your highest bidder, woonie.”

the rest of them were extremely accepting, poking fun at woonhak and praying for your sanity. because, while a relationship grew between you and him, a loving friendship also prospered with the rest. it felt too good to be true.

things continued along like history, many moments you and woonhak shared stowed in your happiest memories.

dates were always frequent; you didn’t know how he could come up with so many ideas that never failed to make you blush.

one time, he took you to the basketball court, revisiting his fondest recollection of hitting the high score in the arcade; dedicating every shot to you, even if he missed. his rebuttal was ‘i might’ve missed that shot, but i didn’t miss shooting my shot with you.’ this made the both of you audibly cringe, you threatening to tell jaehyun about his corny one - liner.

“baby, that might’ve been the cringiest thing you’ve ever told me.” you snicker, “i’m totally telling jae.”

“if you tell him i swear i’ll break up with you holy shit.” he whines out, throwing the basketball to the side and running towards you.

“you wouldn’t dare!” you gasp, waving your phone in front of his face.

he snatched the device from your hands, holding it out of reach, “who has the upper hand now?!”

“woon, you’re no fun.” you furrow your eyebrows as he kisses the fake pout on your face.

“but you love me, don’t you? it’s okay to admit it!” he teased.

even the most simple dates, like going out for dinner, he’d make the best nights of your life. insisting on trying everything on the menu until both of your stomachs hurt, then getting a discount from the nice old lady that found him cute. this also enabled a lot of teasing.

“i can’t believe she gave us twenty - five percent off because you’re cute! i can’t have old ladies trying to steal my boyfriend.” you roll your eyes amusingly.

“food tastes a lot better when it’s cheaper, i might have to start taking you there more often.”

“are you gonna take me there because you love treating me, or because you just want free food!”

“my lips are sealed.” he swipes his finger across his lips, pretending to lock them.

“let’s be honest, that old lady was probably jaehyun in a wig. only me and him find you that adorable.”

“normally i hate being cute but if it bags me a discount, i might have to do aegyo more often.” he shrugs.

“i might need you to log out for me…”

other times, whether you were tangled with him in the warmth of his sheets, cooking lunch for the rest of the boys, playing video games, or going shopping together, all of these things added up perfectly. there was a distinct kind of happiness that he gave you, releasing the utmost amount of dopamine in your brain.

but even with the romantization of these fairy tales, it never disregarded the much darker root. the original stories that didn’t get much of a happy ending. this sounded too deep for your liking, but over time things felt burnt out.

moments where he’d grin against your lips, unable to get enough of you, turned into an apologetic excuse to leave. over some time, his words became dry, and hangouts were less recurrent. this left you with the ill thought that maybe the petals of your relationship were wilting after all.

there was something happening, and you didn’t quite know what. woonhak grew more distant and dismissive, like he was hiding something. and while you tried your best to ignore it, nothing made much sense. to everyone else, he seemed to be acting completely fine.

then began the very long days where you were unsure what was going on, trying to act normal with a boy that was starting to feel unfamiliar to you.

light barely emit from your curtains that morning, leaving your sleepy body in the comfort of darkness. grabbing your phone, the glow of the screen illuminates your face. a groan fell from your lips as you quickly glanced at woonhak’s messages to see if he sent you anything, but all you were met with was texts from the night before left on read.

the absence of your boyfriend almost made your headache worse, knowing he was usually awake at this time, pounding on your window for attention. reminiscing made you dizzy, sitting up to let your feet hit the floor; they were cold from the ac blasting in attempt to battle the summer heat.

a lazy hand ran through your hair before messaging woonhak a simple, ‘good morning (or good afternoon since i woke up late), i love you!’ that was bound to be ignored.

you walked to your window, sliding the curtains down the rod above to let some sunlight in. in the house across from yours, you could see the silhouette of six boys through the sheer curtain. the sound of instruments coming from them was loud, but not distinguishable enough to dwell on.

they were practicing a lot more recently, and you remember how excited woonhak would be when he spoke to you about their music. it was admirable, and any of their talents were never disregarded. the sound stopped as quickly as it begun.

taking a seat on the window sill, you took out your phone again to message jaehyun, your platonic light in the dark. you often seeked advice from him when things were a little too much to handle.

‘hey, are you over at woon’s house right now?’

a notification came in quickly, him telling you that their practice just ended and that he was about to go back home. you asked him if he could come over for a bit, in hopes to confide in him about woonhak.

three small bubbles popped up on the screen, lingering for a second before disappearing. there was silence in your messages for a couple minutes before the sound of a knock rattled your door. the doorknob twisted open as the boy peeked in, seeing you sitting at your window.

“oh shit that was quick, did my mom let you in?” you quirk an eyebrow as he pulls out your desk chair to sit down.

“you know how much she absolutely adores me, of course she let me in.”

you smiled at the memory of when you first introduced your mother to all of your friends. she immediately greeted them with handshakes and brought them all snacks. jae absolutely kissed ass for no particular reason at all.

for the remainder of the night, she couldn’t stop telling you about how cute everyone was, especially woonhak and jaehyun.

“so, what’s up?” he questioned you as you moved yourself over to the foot of your bed.

“we need to talk about the obvious elephant in the room; why the fuck is woonhak avoiding me like the plague? did i do something to upset him?” you frown.

jaehyun’s expression twists into something unreadable, his eyes going wide and lips parting slightly, “wait, he’s been avoiding you?”

“i’ve never seen so many back to back read receipts, jae,” you grumbled, “please help me figure out what i did wrong!”

“y/n… i don’t think you did anything wrong, he just–” he sighed.

“he what?”

“listen, it’s really not my place to tell you. maybe try asking him about it?” he suggests, scratching the back of his head.

“so you know what’s going on, but you can’t tell me? i thought i was your favorite.” you pout half jokingly, “and asking him would never work, he barely messages me back anymore.”

“no, it’s not like that! i might have an idea, but it has nothing to do with you, i promise. i don’t know why he’s been weird about it, trust me.”

“it has seriously been eating me alive, can you help me think of a plan at least?” you sulk.

“why don’t you just go over to his house, knock on his door, and give him a piece of your mind?” jaehyun tells you.

“what if he sees me in the peephole and doesn’t let me in?” you ponder.

“man, you teenagers are so complicated. his spare key is under the front mat.”

“jaehyun, are you forgetting that you’re also a teenager.. you’re barely older than all of us!” you argue, throwing a soft plush at his head.

“hey, no need to get violent! i’m just saying.” he picks up the plushie from the floor and chucks it back in your direction, barely missing.

“be serious then! if you know what’s going on, how should i approach it?”

“okay, okay, i’m sorry. y/n, i really think that you should just go over and try to talk to him. he has to come around sooner or later.” he leans his elbows above his knees, looking at you.

“fine, i’ll follow you out and stop by. do you think the rest of the boys are still there?” you plan.

“they shouldn’t be, leehan said him and riwoo were gonna stop by the fish store to pick up something for his aquarium. the rest are probably just going home.” he thinks for a second.

you poke your head to peek out the window, seeing woonhak sitting at his computer. “alright, i see him by himself. let’s go.”

“do you want me to wait here?” he added, seeing the nervous expression on your face.

“no, i’ll be fine, jae. you can go back home to your discord kittens.” you get up from your seat on your bed, jaehyun quickly following behind you down the stairs.

“dude, i don’t have discord kittens. not anymore, at least.”

“not anymore?” you laugh, slipping your shoes on.

“anyways! i hope things go well, i’m sure he’ll tell you.” he pat your shoulder.

“thank you jae, seriously. you’re kind of sweet, i guess.” you roll your eyes dramatically, watching him kick the stand of his bike and sit down.

“you’re welcome, i suppose. text me if you need anything, okay?” he calls out, starting down the street.

“i will!” you wave goodbye to him thankfully.

watching him blur into the distance, the weight of the situation starts to become heavier. it had been days since you and woonhak have properly spoken, what are you even thinking? swallowing down any doubts, you cross over to his house and knock on the front door.

a minute passes with no response, enabling you to knock again a little louder. secon later, the sound of footsteps become prominent, and soon the door opens slightly revealing your disheveled boyfriend.

“hi baby, can i come in?” you ask calmly, trying your best not to ask about his physical state.

“ah– i’m sorry y/n, i don’t think now is a good time. i was working on something.” he explains, staring at you in front of him.

“you haven’t really responded to any of my messages in a few days, i just miss you.” you bite the inside of your cheek.

“i know, i just– can you leave me alone for now? i’m really busy and don’t feel like talking.”

“oh, okay. that’s fine, just.. text me later, then?”

“i’ll see.” he says blankly, closing the door on you. it was sudden, making you feel flushed and embarrassed. not wanting to stand there like a fool, you begrudgingly walk back to your house.

every step you took felt burdensome, failing to realize what could be bothering woonhak so much. your hand felt weak as you opened the door back inside, closing it quickly after to escape the outside weather. you wondered why he didn’t want to talk to you at all.

you. his supposed girlfriend who is supposed to be there for every chapter of his life. assisting him in his ups, downs, discomforts; what was happening between the two of you? was it something you were supposed to read closely in between the lines to understand? these thoughts swarmed your head.

it was then that the pounding in your head became prominent as you threw yourself back into the comfort of your blankets. being alone with your own thoughts made the tears begin to pour out, letting puddles of your sadness dampen your pillow case.

everything came crawling back to bite you in the ass, all these suppressed feelings overruling you. all the sadness you felt from this stupid situation drowning you. and in your room, you sat there forever, choking in your own sorrows.

there was still a painful ache gnawing at your body when you woke up. you were in a cold sweat, face still hot. the glare from your alarm clock read nine forty - five pm. the street lights peered through your open window as you rub your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

part of your memory was still hazy from just waking up, and you didn’t remember when you fell asleep. there was still a wet spot engraved on your pillow from crying. you exhale annoyingly, before your phone vibrated your night stand.

once you grab your phone, the brightness almost blinds you. swiping up to turn down the brightness, you see two notifications that lay idly on your home screen, each a few minutes apart.

‘hey are you awake?’

‘i wanna talk to you.’

as your eyes scan through the messages, you were soon interrupted with the small patter against your window. the sound made you jump slightly, getting up from your bed to check below. when you slide the glass upwards, you see woonhak standing in the grass with his hands in his pockets.

“do you think you can come down?” woonhak says sheepishly.

“oh uhm– yeah, i’ll come down. sorry, i just woke up.” you mumble.

“okay, i’ll be on your porch.” he tells you, walking off towards the front of your house.

after closing your window, you reach over to pull your phone off the charger and scramble down the stairs. the rest of the house was dark, so you quietly let yourself outside, not bothering to put on any shoes except your slippers.

woonhak stood a short distance away from the bottom step, looking visibly uncomfortable. his lips pulled into a slight smile when you stepped down to meet him. you noticed that his hair was messy, and there were dark circles forming underneath his eyes.

“hi, pretty, are you okay?” he spoke, breaking the silence.

“i think so, i’m just so confused.” you avert your eyes from his, in an attempt not to cry again.

“i’m an idiot, y/n, i know. but i want to explain everything to you now, okay?”

“then please tell me what the fuck i did wrong for you to treat me like i didn’t exist.” your words were like fire, starting to feel more angry than sad.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, y/n, i just– there’s something i haven’t been able to tell you because i know it’s going to kill you.” he exhales deeply.

“are you cheating on me..?” you stutter out, feeling like you were going to vomit at the idea.

“oh my god, no, of course not! i love you so much, i could never do that.”

“then spit it out, woonhak.”

he paused for a second, taking in a deep breath. “about three weeks ago, jaehyun got an email from a company in korea. in the email, they explained that they were scouting for idols to be in a boy group under their entertainment. we sent them some of our demos and ahm– they really wanted to work with us.”

“holy shit, baby, thats amazing! why did you keep that from me for so long?”

“i just didn’t know how to tell you that we can’t stay here, y/n.”

“woonhak.. what are you saying?” your heart drops suddenly.

“we have to leave for korea tomorrow. not just me, all six of us.” he fell silent.

“what?”

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