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[yiichan]

Your tags just made my day 😭

confession ; jeon wonwoo

PAIRINGS — yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x male!reader WORD COUNT — 1k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements.

REQUEST — Can I request like a yandere wonwoo x male reader who has been best friends since childhood, then wonwoo confesses but gets rejected?

Up to you, author, on what elements of yours will you add!

WRITER'S NOTES — I'm back~ AND I'M GOING BACK TO WORK TMR I DUN WANNA UGHHHHH...

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He’s going to go crazy.

Wonwoo drummed his fingers on his lap, the rhythm uneven as his gaze flickered to you. The two of you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless nights talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. And yet, here he was—tongue-tied, his chest tight, wondering how to tell you the one thing he’d never dared to say.

You stood by the eomuk stall, chatting animatedly with the ajumma as if you didn't have a care in the world. Your smile was as radiant as ever, the one he knew by heart but never tired of seeing. The orange glow of the market lights reflected in your eyes, making them sparkle.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. You had always been like this—so effortlessly charming, so kind to everyone you met. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you, though he was beginning to think he’d loved you long before he even knew what love meant.

But he wasn’t the same Wonwoo you grew up with. Somewhere along the way, his feelings had shifted, deepened into something that made his chest ache every time you were near.

You turned back to him, a skewer of steaming eomuk in hand, your expression as bright as the first day he met you.

“Wonwoo hyung, you’ve got to try this!” you said, holding it out to him.

He hesitated for a split second before taking it, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt up his arm, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice lower than he intended. He bit into the eomuk, chewing slowly, though his focus was entirely on you.

“Good, right?” you asked, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s good.” But the words felt hollow compared to the weight of everything else he wanted to say.

“Wonwoo?”

“Hm?”

You tilted your head, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’ve been weirdly quiet all night. Are you okay?”

This was his chance.

The words were right there, lodged in his throat. He could tell you everything—that he loved you, that he had loved you for years, that he wanted to be more than just your best friend. But as he looked at you, so trusting, so carefree, fear tightened its grip around his heart.

“Yeah,” he said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

You frowned but didn’t push. Instead, you took a bite of your own skewer, the moment slipping away like water through his fingers.

Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenching at his sides.

Coward.

He’d waited years for the right moment, and it always seemed just out of reach. But as he watched you laugh at something the stall owner said, a quiet resolve settled over him.

If he didn’t tell you soon, someone else might.

And the thought of losing you—to anyone—was something he couldn’t bear.

Finally, Wonwoo gathered all his courage. “Hey, um. I like you.”

You froze mid-bite, the skewer hovering inches from your lips. Slowly, you lowered it, blinking at him as though you hadn’t quite processed his words. “What did you just say?”

The question made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to hold your gaze. “I said I like you. More than a friend. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, your expression unreadable. The din of the bustling night market seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of Wonwoo’s own pulse pounding in his ears.

“Hyung,” you began, your voice hesitant, careful. “I… I don’t think I can feel the same way.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he managed a soft, understanding smile. “Oh. I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you added quickly, your voice earnest. “I just don’t want to ruin what we have, you know? You’re my best buddy that grew up together with me, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Of course,” Wonwoo said smoothly, his tone light, reassuring. “I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

But as you looked at him with those apologetic eyes, as if you were sparing him, his mind began to twist.

You don’t get it, do you? How much I’ve done for you, how much I’ve sacrificed just to stay by your side. How could you not see it? How could you be so blind?

“I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us,” you said, offering a nervous smile.

He shook his head, the perfect image of composure. “It won’t. I promise.”

But in his mind, his thoughts were anything but composed.

It’s fine. You’ll come around. You just don’t realize how much you need me yet. I’ve been there for you your entire life—no one knows you like I do. No one loves you like I do.

You returned to your skewer, the moment seemingly passing as you chatted about something else, trying to fill the awkward silence. Wonwoo played along, laughing at your jokes, asking you questions, pretending as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

His eyes lingered on you, tracing every detail of your face, every movement you made. You were too precious, too perfect to belong to anyone else. If you couldn’t see that now, he would make sure you did.

I’ll wait. I’ll be patient. But if anyone tries to take you away from me… His fingers clenched into a fist beneath the table, nails digging into his palm. I won’t let them.

“Wonwoo hyung, are you okay?” you asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

He blinked, his soft smile returning in an instant. “Yeah. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as a friend.”

Your smile widened, oblivious to the storm brewing behind his calm facade.

Friend? That’s fine for now. But one day, you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.

As the two of you left the night market, Wonwoo walked beside you, his posture relaxed, his expression serene. But inside, his heart burned with a dark, possessive fire.

You could reject him all you wanted. In the end, you belonged to him—and he would make sure of it.

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[yiichan]

oh my gosh, pookie. Where have you been?! I miss you! 😖😖

Christmas and new years… I’ve been busy darling 😭

[yiichan]

I LOVEEEE YOUR STORIESS, the way you write just scratches an itch in my brain somehow lol. anyways, are you gonna continue the hanahaki fic with 95line?? LOVE YA SM

No (: The cult series maybe, but not the hanahaki. I mean it’s a good theme right? But tbh… nahhh I’d rather see someone write it. unless I had another emo 3am… recently I’m thinking about a genshin emo series but nvm hehe

[yiichan]

I have read Lost Fourteenth, i cried man, pay for my therapy i like angst i don't even know why, like i am torturing myself HAHAHAHA

So excited for the hoshi 🥹🥹

No I’m not paying I’m so broke I can’t even buy bread… okay not to that extend, I can’t buy kfc.

[yiichan]

confession ; jeon wonwoo

PAIRINGS — yandere!childhoodbestfriend!wonwoo x male!reader WORD COUNT — 1k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements.

REQUEST — Can I request like a yandere wonwoo x male reader who has been best friends since childhood, then wonwoo confesses but gets rejected?

Up to you, author, on what elements of yours will you add!

WRITER'S NOTES — I'm back~ AND I'M GOING BACK TO WORK TMR I DUN WANNA UGHHHHH...

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He’s going to go crazy.

Wonwoo drummed his fingers on his lap, the rhythm uneven as his gaze flickered to you. The two of you had been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless nights talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. And yet, here he was—tongue-tied, his chest tight, wondering how to tell you the one thing he’d never dared to say.

You stood by the eomuk stall, chatting animatedly with the ajumma as if you didn't have a care in the world. Your smile was as radiant as ever, the one he knew by heart but never tired of seeing. The orange glow of the market lights reflected in your eyes, making them sparkle.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. You had always been like this—so effortlessly charming, so kind to everyone you met. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you, though he was beginning to think he’d loved you long before he even knew what love meant.

But he wasn’t the same Wonwoo you grew up with. Somewhere along the way, his feelings had shifted, deepened into something that made his chest ache every time you were near.

You turned back to him, a skewer of steaming eomuk in hand, your expression as bright as the first day he met you.

“Wonwoo hyung, you’ve got to try this!” you said, holding it out to him.

He hesitated for a split second before taking it, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt up his arm, and he clenched his jaw to steady himself.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice lower than he intended. He bit into the eomuk, chewing slowly, though his focus was entirely on you.

“Good, right?” you asked, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s good.” But the words felt hollow compared to the weight of everything else he wanted to say.

“Wonwoo?”

“Hm?”

You tilted your head, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’ve been weirdly quiet all night. Are you okay?”

This was his chance.

The words were right there, lodged in his throat. He could tell you everything—that he loved you, that he had loved you for years, that he wanted to be more than just your best friend. But as he looked at you, so trusting, so carefree, fear tightened its grip around his heart.

“Yeah,” he said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

You frowned but didn’t push. Instead, you took a bite of your own skewer, the moment slipping away like water through his fingers.

Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenching at his sides.

Coward.

He’d waited years for the right moment, and it always seemed just out of reach. But as he watched you laugh at something the stall owner said, a quiet resolve settled over him.

If he didn’t tell you soon, someone else might.

And the thought of losing you—to anyone—was something he couldn’t bear.

Finally, Wonwoo gathered all his courage. “Hey, um. I like you.”

You froze mid-bite, the skewer hovering inches from your lips. Slowly, you lowered it, blinking at him as though you hadn’t quite processed his words. “What did you just say?”

The question made his chest tighten, but he forced himself to hold your gaze. “I said I like you. More than a friend. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, your expression unreadable. The din of the bustling night market seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of Wonwoo’s own pulse pounding in his ears.

“Hyung,” you began, your voice hesitant, careful. “I… I don’t think I can feel the same way.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he managed a soft, understanding smile. “Oh. I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you added quickly, your voice earnest. “I just don’t want to ruin what we have, you know? You’re my best buddy that grew up together with me, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Of course,” Wonwoo said smoothly, his tone light, reassuring. “I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

But as you looked at him with those apologetic eyes, as if you were sparing him, his mind began to twist.

You don’t get it, do you? How much I’ve done for you, how much I’ve sacrificed just to stay by your side. How could you not see it? How could you be so blind?

“I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us,” you said, offering a nervous smile.

He shook his head, the perfect image of composure. “It won’t. I promise.”

But in his mind, his thoughts were anything but composed.

It’s fine. You’ll come around. You just don’t realize how much you need me yet. I’ve been there for you your entire life—no one knows you like I do. No one loves you like I do.

You returned to your skewer, the moment seemingly passing as you chatted about something else, trying to fill the awkward silence. Wonwoo played along, laughing at your jokes, asking you questions, pretending as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

His eyes lingered on you, tracing every detail of your face, every movement you made. You were too precious, too perfect to belong to anyone else. If you couldn’t see that now, he would make sure you did.

I’ll wait. I’ll be patient. But if anyone tries to take you away from me… His fingers clenched into a fist beneath the table, nails digging into his palm. I won’t let them.

“Wonwoo hyung, are you okay?” you asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

He blinked, his soft smile returning in an instant. “Yeah. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as a friend.”

Your smile widened, oblivious to the storm brewing behind his calm facade.

Friend? That’s fine for now. But one day, you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.

As the two of you left the night market, Wonwoo walked beside you, his posture relaxed, his expression serene. But inside, his heart burned with a dark, possessive fire.

You could reject him all you wanted. In the end, you belonged to him—and he would make sure of it.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[yiichan]

don’t bring geto into this i cannot handle another heartbreak 😭 should have known you are a jjk fan 🙄🙄🙄

😩stop rolling your eyes at me i live for geto i simp for that man… but i meant high school version,, not cult leader geto heh, at least jeonghan doesn’t monkey people

[yiichan]

i just wanted to say that, as a male reader, i really appreciate you and your stories !! keep up the great work <3

awwww thank you i love x male reader stories too!!!!!!!!!!!!! although im a female but still...

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULT

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — just twelve days ago i'm still a blog with almost 0 interactions and less than 100 followers, and now it's going to reach 200 and people are interacting with me? please you guys are making me cry- so here is my present for you. just a drabble on how i think geto- i mean, jeonghan's thoughts on 'you', as a cult leader.

speical mention — @sousydive

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It fascinated Jeonghan how influential you were among his followers, how easily you captivated them without even trying. He had spent years building this web of loyalty and trust, spinning every word, every glance with precision. Yet you walked into his carefully constructed world and, without effort, turned it on its head.

It began with Wonwoo, the toughest nut to crack. Jeonghan had worked tirelessly to earn his trust, planting seeds of doubt and faith where needed, coaxing the stoic man into his fold. But then you arrived—childhood friends, you called yourselves—and everything shifted. Wonwoo softened in your presence, smiled more, and for the first time, seemed to prioritize someone other than Seungcheol.

Then there was Jihoon. Jeonghan had spent endless hours breaking down his defenses, dismantling the rigid beliefs that had shielded him. Jihoon was sweet but unyielding, a fortress Jeonghan had painstakingly breached. And yet, with you, it had taken mere moments. A conversation, a laugh, and Jihoon was yours.

Minghao was no different. Jeonghan had thought the perceptive man would see through you, would remain immune. But even Minghao wasn’t spared. Jeonghan saw the way Minghao’s sharp eyes softened when they landed on you, the way his body leaned ever so slightly in your direction whenever you spoke.

It infuriated Jeonghan.

And yet, it enthralled him.

What was your secret? How did you manage to do what had taken him years? You weren’t calculating, weren’t manipulative. You didn’t need to be. Your charm was effortless, natural. It made Jeonghan question himself, his methods, everything he had built.

It made him envy you.

But more than envy, Jeonghan found himself drawn to you. He told himself it was curiosity, a desire to uncover your secrets and make you his. But it was more than that. He wanted to understand you, to unravel you, to possess you.

You were dangerous, and that thrilled him.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt outsmarted, outshined. It sent a cold rush of fear through him, but alongside it, a darker thrill. He wondered—how would it feel to have you under his control? To see those captivating eyes look at him with reverence? To have you hang on his every word, obey his every command?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a strange mix of dread and desire.

What would it take, he wondered, to make you worship him? To see you kneel before him, not out of love but devotion, the way his followers did?

The idea sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

Jeonghan smiled to himself, a slow, serpentine grin.

Perhaps you were a challenge. But every challenge could be overcome. And when he did, oh, how sweet it would be.

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[yiichan]

i looooooove your lost fourteen series!! keep it up please !

Yes my dear anon! I’ll try to update hoshi and wonus chapter after the current requests are published!

[yiichan]

hi babes, may i ask if we can request part 2 for your stories? if so, pls plsss do a part 2 for the hoshi x actor reader bc he's so fhhsvshssvnsh i love himmm so much

☝🏼🤓 according to my calculations…

No promises but I’ll try? I mean, I have no inspo for what happens next too, idk what hoshi is going to do to reader… I’ll just pray he’s not going too unhinged…

Btw you’ll never believe me if I told you some of the requests are in the same world as chan in effortlessly lol

[yiichan]

Jun and cats, omg 😭 You rock harder than a hurricane!

It's a req! I'm just writing the req out heh

[yiichan]

There are tons of requests for yandere chan, which kinda suprised me (in a positive way). But I can see the vision, out of all members he's the one that suits yadere role the most (i mean in fiction ofc). Weird that no one asked for yjh story yet

IKR???? I MEAN HANNIE IS LIKE A LOKI-

But for Chan's yandere stories im already quite tame, but yandere jeonghan?? please break my ankles and manipulate me and lock me in your basement-

ofc if its in real life ill be screaming for my life and clawing his eyes out but SHEESH YANDERE JEONGHAN IS LIKE me watching psycho jun-

[yiichan]

now when you are cooking you better not leave us on ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER I SWEAR TO GOD 👹👹👹

i'm going to hold your hand when i say this...

[yiichan]

Can't wait to see what your cooking please take your time

hallelujah im dying on a lucifer's waterfall monthly subscription and i finally finished the drafts but i need to refine it so hold on a little while f'me

[yiichan]

who says he does not have

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULTS

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x cultmembers!svt x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, non-con/dub con elements, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — my holidays has arrived and i'm working on the requests. here's something for you to enjoy in the meantime! i have always been curious about this kind of genre (i've read an ateez fanfiction on ao3 which is similar, that work is a masterpiece although i haven't read that for sometime and forgot the title) and i've never really came across a svt fanfic about this. let me know what you think? P.S. This drabble may have more parts? I might turn this into an official work! most likely it would be x male reader!

speical mention — @sousydive

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IT was an ordinary day when you received a mysterious invitation from your childhood best friend, Wonwoo. The two of you hadn’t seen each other since he moved away from town, and you were curious about how he was doing. You opened the envelope and began to read, your eyebrows climbing higher into your fringe with every word.

It seemed Wonwoo had invited you to some kind of event in a remote countryside village. Flipping the invitation over, you searched for more clues, but aside from a childish doodle scribbled in one corner, there was nothing else.

Curiosity got the better of you. What had happened to Wonwoo? Why had he suddenly decided to reconnect after all these years? Without much hesitation, you packed a bag and prepared to head to the address on the invitation.

When you arrived at the location, you were surprised to find a quaint little village. A blond-haired man was perched on a ladder, tending to a signboard. His eyes lit up the moment he spotted you.

“Hey there! Welcome!” he called out cheerfully.

He quickly climbed down the ladder, his toned arms flexing as he wiped sweat from his forehead. You stepped out of your car, offering a tentative greeting.

“Hello…”

“My name’s Hoshi!” he beamed, his eyes briefly flicking to something behind you before focusing on you again. “You came alone, huh? Welcome to Shadow!” He clapped a hand on your shoulder with a grin so wide it almost made you uneasy.

You awkwardly stepped back, gently removing his hand. “Oh, um… I was invited by a friend.”

Hoshi tilted his head, his brows furrowing in thought before recognition lit up his face again. “Oh, I know! You must be the friend Wonwoo was talking about!” He grinned, grabbing your wrist with an enthusiasm that left no room for protest. “Come on! I’ll take you to him! Don’t worry about your car; I’ll find a spot for it later!”

His tone made it clear you had no choice. You let Hoshi drag you along into the heart of the small village. It was eerily quiet, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness. As you passed by paddy fields and animal farms, you half-heartedly listened to Hoshi’s cheerful rambling. An ominous feeling began to settle in your gut.

Hoshi led you to a traditional hanok house. Shedding his shoes at the front, he gestured for you to do the same. You noticed a few pairs of shoes already lined neatly at the entrance, a sign that others were inside. As you slipped off your shoes, Hoshi grabbed your luggage and yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

“Wonwoo-ah! Your friend is here!”

The sound of hurried footsteps came from deeper within the house. Soon, a tall figure appeared in the doorway. You froze, momentarily stunned by how much Wonwoo had changed. The boy you once knew had grown into a striking man—tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome. He was dressed simply, in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, his glasses perched casually on his nose.

He looked nothing like the tearful boy who had waved goodbye years ago.

“[Name]?” Wonwoo said in a surprised tone, a warm smile spreading across his face as his gaze swept over you. He opened his arms slightly. “A hug, old friend?”

Hesitantly, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. His warmth seeped through your clothes, grounding you in the familiarity of his presence. After a moment, he pulled back, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “It’s been so long.”

“You look… different,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. A light blush dusted Wonwoo’s cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, a low laugh rumbling in his throat.

“You too,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on you.

Before either of you could say more, another figure entered the room. This one was just as tall as Wonwoo, with sharp features and an aura that commanded attention. His piercing gaze raked over you, assessing, before he turned to Wonwoo.

“Hyung, who’s this?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep.

“Mingyu!” Hoshi chirped, tossing your luggage toward the newcomer. Mingyu caught it with ease, though his confused expression remained.

Wonwoo’s arm slid around your waist, the gesture both protective and possessive. “This is the friend I told you about, Mingyu-ah.”

“Ah,” Mingyu said, his expression softening as a smile appeared on his face. He turned to you, his sharp eyes now warm and welcoming. “Welcome to Shadow. I’ll take your luggage to the guest room.”

Before you could say anything, Mingyu disappeared down a hallway, your bag in tow. You glanced up at Wonwoo, but he didn’t seem inclined to explain anything just yet. Instead, he and Hoshi guided you further into the house, Wonwoo’s grip on your waist firm and unyielding, as though he had no intention of letting go.

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[yiichan]

I swear I’m cooking just need more time. If you don’t see your request, it’s because I choose not to write them. Sorry!

[yiichan]

oblivious ; kwon soonyoung | hoshi

PAIRINGS — yandere!hoshi x actor!male!reader WORD COUNT — 0.9k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au, request. WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, reader is oblivious, your writer took too much time reading a/b/o works and playing jjk phantom parade and working that she keeps forgetting to write.

REQUEST — hiiii!! just found your blog, and let me just say that your works are amazing. like, i rarely see any svt x male reader fics, and as a fanboy, that was honestly sad. so your blog is literally a god send. may i request a yandere!hoshi x actor!male reader where they are close friends. hoshi obviously want something more, but reader is entirely oblivious to the hints hoshi is dropping. please, and thank you!! <3.

WRITER'S NOTES — i had to rewrite this like three times lol, hope you like it? also i changed the presentation format for requests hehe.

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You adjusted your cap, focusing on the bubbling hotpot as Soonyoung carefully dipped a piece of meat into the broth. The steam curled up, warm and comforting, though the way Soonyoung watched you felt oddly intense.

“Here, you should eat more, hyung,” he said, fishing out the cooked meat and placing it on your plate with practiced care.

You smiled at him, pushing a cup of water his way. “Thanks for inviting me, Hoshi-ah.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a small smile, a blush dusting his cheeks. “How could I not? You’re the most important person to me, hyung.”

You chuckled, dipping the meat into the sauce he’d already prepared for you. “Of course, you’re my best friend, Hoshi-ah,” you replied casually, completely missing the way his jaw clenched for a split second.

As you turned your attention back to your phone, Soonyoung’s gaze lingered on your face, his eyes tracing every line and curve. His chest tightened as he watched you, your obliviousness both endearing and maddening. Why don’t you see it? he thought, biting the inside of his cheek.

The soft sound of your laughter broke him from his thoughts. “What’s so funny?” he asked, forcing a playful tone.

“Just something a friend sent me,” you said, showing him the screen briefly.

Soonyoung’s smile faltered for a heartbeat before he quickly recovered. “You’re always so popular, hyung,” he teased lightly, though his words carried a faint edge.

You laughed again, and Soonyoung swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the table. “I’ll make sure you’re always laughing like this,” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible.

“Hmm? Did you say something, Hoshi-ah?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He shook his head, masking his emotions with a bright smile. “Nothing, hyung. Just eat up—you’ll need the energy if we’re going to watch movies later.”

After setting up the guest room, Soonyoung returned to the living room, his grin as wide as ever. “Hey, hyung,” he said, holding up a Blu-ray case. “Look what I found in my collection. I didn’t even realize I had this one—your movie.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Wait, you have that? It’s so old.”

“Old but gold,” he quipped, already loading it into the player. “Besides, I don’t mind rewatching it. You’re amazing in this one.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly. It wasn’t that you were unaccustomed to praise���being an actor, compliments came with the territory. But the way Soonyoung said it, his tone laced with something deeper, made you feel strangely self-conscious. “You really don’t have to…”

“Oh, but I do,” he interrupted, plopping down next to you. “You need to see how incredible you are. Maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

The film began, and as the opening scene played out, you cringed slightly. “This was one of my first roles. I wasn’t even that good yet.”

“You’re being modest,” Soonyoung countered, his eyes glued to the screen. “Look at that expression. That intensity. You were born for this, hyung.”

You smiled sheepishly, focusing on the movie. Still, it was a little surreal watching yourself on screen while sitting next to your best friend. Soonyoung’s enthusiasm was infectious—he laughed at all the right moments, gasped at the action scenes, and even mimicked one of your lines in an exaggerated tone, earning a playful nudge from you.

But as the film progressed, you noticed Soonyoung stealing glances at you more often than the screen. His gaze was heavy, lingering on your profile, his lips quirking into a faint smile whenever you reacted to a scene. It was flattering, sure, but also… unsettling.

During a particularly emotional part of the movie, Soonyoung let out a low sigh. “You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I always thought you were amazing. Even before you became famous. You’ve always had this… spark.”

You chuckled nervously. “Come on, Hoshi-ah, you’re making it sound like I’m a superstar or something.”

“You are,” he said simply, turning to face you fully. “To me.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a strange tension settle between you. You were about to respond when the scene on screen shifted to a romantic moment—your character leaning in for a kiss with the lead actress.

Soonyoung’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “That part,” he muttered, his voice dropping, “always felt... off. She didn’t deserve you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone. “It’s just a movie, Soonyoung.”

“Yeah, but still.” He laughed lightly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If I were the director, I would’ve cast someone else for that role.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for an awkward laugh, shifting slightly away from him on the couch. Soonyoung noticed but said nothing, his smile returning, though it felt more calculated now.

As the movie ended, you stretched and stood up, feigning a yawn. “Alright, I really should get to bed. Thanks for watching that with me, though.”

Soonyoung’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes followed your every movement. “Of course, hyung. Sweet dreams.”

You retreated to the guest room, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. For the first time since you’d arrived, you felt a strange unease creeping over you. There was something in the way Soonyoung looked at you tonight—like he wasn’t just watching you, but memorizing you.

As you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“Do you ever wonder who truly knows you?”

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