#ab6ix scenarios

[tomorrowxneverland]

[AB6IX] INTERRUPTING THEM WITH A KISS

☆ gn!reader ☆ fluff and fun ☆ Note: me, seeing the ab6ix fics tag empty: i have to Create!!!!

WOONG:

It’s sooooo easy to distract him, especially when he’s rambling and he himself has lost sight of what he’s talking about.

When you suddenly kiss him, his brain immediately short-circuits for a second then goes into making out with you mode, everything else is going to be forgotten.

If he wasn't saying anything important, this is a very good way to stop him from going on pointless tangents or distract him from sinking into negative spirals.

If it was something important, he’ll suddenly remember it later and you can talk about it then.

DONGHYUN:

He can get a bit self-conscious if you just kiss him out of the blue while he’s talking.

Was he being annoying? Was what he said boring?

When you pull away, he laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, and just his whole body language screams “embarrassed”.

You have to reassure him that you don’t mind him rambling, you just thought ending it with a kiss would be fun.

In the end, the fun teasing kiss to shut him up turns into something comforting and full of love.

WOOJIN:

He will be very flustered because he gets flustered when you show him such affection and because you caught him off-guard.

He has absolutely no idea how to proceed from here, so his best guess is to act like nothing happened and try to continue talking…

Halfway through his second round of rambling, he looks at you grinning at him and sighs.

He registered that yup, he's talking too much again, so he just laughs awkwardly and gives up, letting you kiss him again.

DAEHWI:

He will actually get very offended.

He gives you a whole lecture about how rude it is to interrupt someone while they’re talking and you can’t argue that he was just rambling and you just really wanted to kiss him.

He blushes for a moment but quickly collects himself and he will finish what he has to say even if he has to put his hand over your mouth and hold you back like that.

After he’s done, he will either give you reward kisses for being good and listening, or he’ll demand kisses as compensation for being rude.

#ab6ix imagines #ab6ix reactions #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix fluff #jeon woong #kim donghyun #park woojin #lee daehwi

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own fic rec game

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!

tagged by @dat-town​

tagging @twogyuu​

13 reasons why - seventeen, 86,3k (ongoing series)

this series started out at a drabble series. after reading seventeen soulmate aus for days in a row, i was basically wondering whether i could write thirteen different stories in the same universe without repeating myself. i think it’s a success so far, but i still have four more chapters to go. anyway, it’s basically a series of (more or less) light-hearted love stories where each boy gets a happy ending and cameos in each other’s stories. thus, if you’re looking for some good old fluff, some light angst and humour, this series is being written for you

code zero - bts & red velvet, 60k (co-written with @dat-town​)

another series on the list, a finished one this time. we came up with the idea of this futuristic au after we watched train to busan with kathy. it was so much fun building a smart city for our super smart candidates and even more fun coming up with numerous ways a city could kill a person, so we wouldn’t repeat ourselves while writing! if you enjoy reading stories about people fighting to survive against all odds, this is your story! i promise, there will be survivors at the end.

the choices you give » the choices he makes - huang renjun, 22k

this fantasy, especially the second chapter, which was written from renjun’s point of view, is one of my ultimate favourites on my masterlist. the characters have their own secrets and reasons to act the way they’re acting, their relationship might seem a little shallow from the reader’s perspective, but once you get to the second chapter, the puzzle pieces will start to fall into place and that’s what makes it such an interesting journey! if you don’t hate open endings, like reading stories from two points of views and have a weak spot for mysterious boys with a traumatic childhood and a demanding father figure, this story is for you.

come hell or high water - hwang hyunjin, 16,1k

this story is peak comedy. i don’t remember i’ve ever finished such a long story so quickly, but hyunjin demanded all of my attention while i was working on this one. poor guy is so gone for the girl in this story that his one brain cell has major difficulties to function or see the consequences of his actions. he is this close 🤏🤏 to accidentally start a war between his and the princess’ kingdom, but lucky for him, our girl saves his ass with her logical reasoning. so no, it’s not him who starts the war.

blurred lines - jeon woong, 13,5k

this one is seriously one of my most underrated stories, but it was so much fun to write that i couldn’t not put it on this list. the main plot is based on a misunderstanding: woong is certain you’re his secret admirer. do you have feelings for him? yes, you do. were you do one who wrote him the letter? absolutely not. still, he falls for you and you couldn’t be happier… until the real secret admirer demands the credit that’s rightfully hers. despite the inevitable drama, it’s a light-hearted university story with lots of fluff and a pinch of heartbreak. it’s also written from both the reader and woong’s point of view, so if you like these kinds of stories, don’t hesitate to read it or save it for later.

#tagged #seventeen scenarios #bts scenarios #red velvet scenarios #nct dream scenarios #ab6ix scenarios #stray kids scenarios #huang renjun #bts #red velvet #hwang hyunjin #jeon woong #seventeen

[blu-joons]

When He Takes Care Of You On Your Period ~ AB6IX Reaction

Woong:

A small smile appeared on your face as Woong returned home, watching as he walked over towards the sofa where you were immediately.

“Still suffering?” He asked, tucking himself in just behind you.

“It’s hurt all day,” you whispered in reply, feeling an arm snake around your waist, Woong’s hand being placed just under your tummy.

He felt terrible as he watched you, barely able to lay comfortably for more than just a few moments. “Why don’t we cuddle here for a bit? See if we can take that pain away,” he suggested with a kiss to your cheek.

A hum came from you, trying your best to close your eyes. “I wish I could just lay here without having my stomach killing.”

Woong nodded in agreement with you, “I wish that there was more that I could do to try and make life easier for you Y/N.”

“Just being here helps,” you whispered back to him.

A small chuckle came from Woong, “I’m sure there’s more that I could do, you’re just too nice to tell me what it is.”

“Honestly, there’s not much that can be done, it’s life.”

Donghyun:

Your hands quickly reached out as Donghyun came towards you, sniggering at how quickly you moved to try and get what he had.

“Got it?” He laughed with how quickly you took it from him.

“Yeah,” you breathed, sighing in relief as soon as you placed the hot water bottle that Woong had made you on top of your tummy.

Donghyun’s smile widened as he watched you, relieved to finally see you settled after a day full of pain. “You just let me know when you need it reheating again and I’ll be right here straight away to do it for you.”

Your eyes snapped across when you noticed Donghyun walking away from you, “where are you going now?”

He looked back to where you were laid out, “you’ve got your hot water bottle, you don’t need me here to look after you.”

“I need both of you,” you smirked across to Donghyun.

His head shook as you tapped the space beside you on the sofa, “won’t you end up getting too hot with me and that?”

“I’ll be alright, I could do with a cuddle from both.”

Woojin:

A shy giggle came from you as Woojin handed the bag that he had across to you, watching as your eyes took in everything that was inside.

“Is that enough?” He chuckled, taking his shoes off.

“It’s perfect,” you quickly assured him, reaching in straight away and pulling out one of the bars of chocolate that Woojin had bought.

His head shook at how quick you were to open it, breaking off one of the pieces. “Are you planning on sharing that or is it all just for you?” He teased, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa, just above your head.

Your head tilted back to look up at Woojin, “I’m the one that’s on my period, I deserve this with how much pain I’m in.”

Woojin couldn’t help but chuckle at your response, “I’m the one who went to the shop to get you sweet stuff to help you.”

“I guess you could have one piece,” you joked in reply.

His eyes went wide as you broke off just one piece from the bar, “you’re mean when you’re on your period, is this all I get?”

“I guess seeing as you did buy it you can have two.”

Daehwi:

A soft sigh came from you as soon as Daehwi’s hands rested on the pit of your stomach, slowly massaging over your sore spot.

“How’s that?” He smiled, peering over your shoulder.

“A dream,” you whispered, settling into Daehwi’s chest as you finally felt your period pains beginning to ease for a short while.

At how content you seemed, Daehwi began to apply a little more pressure. “Is there anything else that I can do for you to try and make life more comfortable for you?” Daehwi asked as he laid back down behind you.

Your head shook in response to his question, “what you’re doing is more than enough, I never want you to move from here.”

A snigger came from behind you, “I might have to move at some point, we’ve got dinner to sort out for a start Y/N.”

“I’m on my period,” you subtle reminded him.

Daehwi’s head shook, knowing exactly what you were hinting at. “Seeing as you’re on your period, how does takeout sound?”

“It sounds as dreamy as this massage I think.”

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— The Café Playlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

the songs that we usually play at the café on repeat!

updated occasionally so be sure to come back!

Total Songs: 104

any new song to the playlist will have [NEW] next to the artists name! (these are removed after a week)

spotify playlist:

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Blue Hour - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wishlist - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crown - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ghosting - TXT [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Candy Sugar Pop - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baby - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ In Bloom - ZEROBASEONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Utopia - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Stay - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wave - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Eternal Sunshine - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Pretty U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Adore U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Healing - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Energetic - WANNA ONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine A Light - JO1

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Venus - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Radiovision - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rocketeer - INI [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Astronaut - STRAY KIDS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ring Ring Ring - VERIVERY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Changer - A.C.E

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cheer Up - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TT - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ HELLO - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GOING CRAZY - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Taste The Feeling - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad News - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad At Love - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Loving Number - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Just A Little Bit - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Can’t Stop Shining - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shout Out - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TFW (That Feeling When) - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 10 Months - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Not For Sale - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Polaroid Love - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bloom Bloom - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Keeper - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ D.D.D - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Euphoria - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anpanman - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Go Go - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cinema - CIX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Breathe - AB6IX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Like You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ How R U Today - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Lovefool - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anyway - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Fall With You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Good Bam - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - GHOST9

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Life is Beautiful - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Skydivin - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baila Conmigo - ONEUS [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ End of Spring - ONEWE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Feeling - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dance Dance - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ California - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let Me - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DamDaDi - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love Scenario - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rubber Band - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ My Flower - JBJ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Hola Hola - KARD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Model Buses - Lovejoy

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Play - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flowering - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Jogging - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rolling Rolling - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Haze - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Got U - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wonder - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Unbelievable - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flare - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Super Shy - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ETA - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Attention - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ New Jeans - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ OMG - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DITTO - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Get A Guitar - RIIZE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ON/OFF - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Popping - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Beautiful - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DO or NOT - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red Flavor - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Power Up - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ice Cream Cake - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Russian Roulette - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Magic Hour - TOZ [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ BYOB (bring your own best friend) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ RING X RING - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - Japanese Version - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love In Space - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love So Sweet - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Q&A - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Sixteen - Kim Samuel

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ What Are You Up To - Kang Daniel

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #my uh cafe dr playlist! #listen to the songs pleaaase #thanks and that’s all from chan #Spotify

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List of Idols and Actors I know or follow

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Requests status:

K-Pop Readings - CLOSED

List of Idols and Actors I included into my ultimate chart and into the Compatibility Calculator:

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Groups:

(G)I-DLE

2PM

3YE

A.C.E

AB6IX

ARGON

ASTRO

ATEEZ

B.A.P

BAE173

BigBang

BIGFLO

Black Pink

BLACK6IX

Block B

BtoB

BTS

BZ BOYS

CIX

CNBlue

CRAVITY

DAY6

DKB

Dreamcatcher

E’LAST

EXO

f(x)

GHOST9

Golden Child

GOT7

GreatGuys

Highlight

History

iKON

IMFACT

IN2IT

INFINITE

JUST B

KARD

KINGDOM

KNK

LUCENTE

LUCY

LUMINOUS

Mamamoo

MAP6

MONSTA X

MY_st

N.Flying

NCT

NIK

NOIR

NU'EST

OMEGA X

ONEUS

ONEWE

ONF

OnlyOneOf

Pentagon

Red Velvet

Seventeen

SF9

SHINee

Shinhwa

Stray Kids

Super Junior

TAN

TARGET

Teen Top

TEMPEST

The Boyz

The King

The Rose

TVXQ

TXT

U-KISS

UNIQ

UNVS

UP10TION

VANNER

VAV

VICTON

VIXX

VOISPER

Vromance

WEi

Winner

WOW

Xdinary Heroes

ZE:A

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Actors + Soloists

Ahn Hyo-seop

Ahn Jae Hyun

BoA

Byeon Woo Seok

Demian

Do Ji Han

Earth

Eric Nam

Gao Hanyu

God

Gong Yoo

Gun

Ha Sungwoon

Hirose Tomoki

Hong Jong-hyun

Hyeok Geun Choe

Cha Hyunseung

Ishikawa Plowden Luke

Jaejoong

Jasper Liu

Jay Park

Ji Chang Wook

Ji Soo

Ji Sung

Johnny Huang

Jongkook

Jung Il Woo

Jung Won Chang

JUNNY

Kang Daniel

Kang Haneul

Kim Jaewook

Kim Soo Hyun

Kim Woobin

Kinchiku Yuuki

Kwak Dong Yeon

Lai Leon Yi

Lee Dong Wook

Lee Jae-wook

Lee Jehoon

Lee Jong Suk

Lee Joon Gi

Lee Min-Ho

Lee Min-ki

Lee Soo Hyuk

Luo Yunxi

Max

Mew

Mike

Nam Joo-hyuk

Off

Park Bo-gum

Park Hae Jin

Park Hyung Sik

Park Seo-joon

Sakaguchi Kentaro

Satoh Takeru

Seo In Guk

Simon Dominic

Simon Gong

Song Kang

Song Weilong

Sota Fukushi

Sung Hoon

Takhon Paing

Timmy Xu

Tsao Yu Ning

Tul

Vardy Wang

Vincent

Wang Rui Chang

Wi Ha Joon

Woo Do Hwan

Xiao Zhan

Xu Kaicheng

Yokohama Ryusei

Yoo Seung Ho

Young-Kwang

Yu Christian

Zee

Zhang Zhe Han

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Members of the listed groups who went solo

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All request for reactions, scenarios and imagines and others are open:

The groups I do:

Oneus

Onewe

Ateez

Enhypen

A.C.E

Ab6ix

Groups/Soloists I plan on doing or is request:

Stray Kids

Wonho

Kang Daniel

Up10tion

Etcs

#kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #sub!kpop #taking requests #send me some requests

[t3kandson]

Frilly Dresses, Danger &

Doom.

Word count; 2,468

Fandom; AB6IX

Ratings; Explicit

Pairing; Reader X Jeon Woong & Reader X Park Woojin

Characters; Park Woojin, Jeon Woong, Lee Daehwi & Kim Donghyun

Warnings; Angst, mentions of Kidnap and stalking.

Notes; Chapter 3/12 of part two.

Earlier Part & Chapters found here.

Your heart dropped when you heard those words. “Why is she there?” You barked, “I don’t know I think she’s sick, she’s been visiting quite a few times recently,” Daehwi replied. “We need to find out why?” you said sounding concerned, your hand reaching for your necklace.

She had been poorly before she left you, had you holding her hostage made her that unwell. Maybe she was unwell because she missed you, a slight smile spreading across your face. You knew the feeling, your life hadn’t been the same since.

“Have her watched more,” you ordered your younger brother. You mentally heard his eyes roll and you smiled knowing that he had acquired a soft spot for her that he wouldn’t hesitate to keep a more closer eye on her. “Just make sure she doesn’t see you,” you said biting your lips. “Daehwi you haven’t told Woong have you?” you asked. “No he’s too busy filling into your shoes these days to care about anyone let alone Y/N,” he said sounding a little disappointed.

All you thought of was of Y/N, worrying for her health. Holding every memory of her the way she smelt, the Way she smiled, her smart mouth, her grip around your throat which always made you smile. The way the pain burned when she grinded alongside your days old shot wound. The wound that your own brother caused because he knew you and Y/N had fallen for each other, a permanent mark and all you had left from her.

Your thoughts was disrupted when the phone went, it was your father. He had asked for you to visit Woong, their was trouble brewing from the mess Woong and Youngmin caused with Jonghee. Apparently he was alive hanging on in intensive care like most of his fallen men. But rumours of your family link to them was floating. Your father’s concern for your brothers and their ability to deal with it had you ordered to return.

You had mixed feelings being back in the same country then Y/N. The desire to watch over her threatening to make your usual stern reasoning feel a little too fluffy for your liking.

You was sat in a local bar with Woong when your phone rang. You excused them to the quiet garden answering the phone to a worried Daehwi. “She’s back at the hospital again,” he panted. Your heart fell, she must be really poorly to be back there. “Follow her, find out what department she’s in,” you ordered. “That’s the thing Hyung, I already have and yeah well she ……….” Daehwi said before disappearing. You looked at your phone it’s lifeless black screen in your focus. “Fuck,” you cursed, the phone had died, you had come straight from the airport. You tossed your dead phone back into your pockets, your mind running through all sort of scenarios that could have her unwell.

“Are you even listening to me?” Woong growled as you was hugging your whisky. “Yes I am,” you replied, Woong’s eyes glaring over you with frustration. “Your such a liar, who was on that call that got you so lost?” he asked, looking a little concerned. “What call?” you scoffed, downing the whisky burning your throat. “The one that had you rush out to the garden to take,” Woong said raising his eyebrow at you. “That was Daehwi it was nothing, his usual droning on,” you said trying to sound uninteresting.

Woong’s phone then went off and he excused himself to leave. It wasn’t long before Donghyun arrived as he slouched next you on the stools around your table when Woong returned looking a little frazzled.

“We need to take this somewhere a little private,” he said his face looking concerned. “Their about to wake him,” he said glaring at you, your heart sunk knowing what he meant. Once he was awake he would know what your family had done.

You left the bar, but before you could get into the car your eyes widened, standing across the road behind Woong was her. Your Y/N, she looked radiant, she didn’t look unwell. “I’ll meet you back at the house,” you said to Woong before watching his quizzing Scoff and enter the car. You hastily dashed across the road following the path that you last saw Y/N. You barely saw her in the distance entering a shop with her mother.

You stumbled into the shop, your eyes searching for her, the desire to see her up close overpowering yourself. It was then you felt some hands clasp over your shoulder and you spun to see Donghyun looking at you, his eyebrows raised. “What are you doing in a baby shop?” he quizzed. But before you could even reply noticing the baby items surrounding you, his face paled as his eyes froze behind you.

“Is that Y/N?” he whispered as you spun around. Donghyun was right she was in a baby shop looking up baby clothes. Frilly pretty little dresses in her view as she was feeling the material. “Brother why is she here?” Donghyun whispered. “Maybe she’s buying a outfit for a pregnant friend,” you replied.

You then remembered your calls with Daehwi, he was about to tell you why she was at hospital. Your heart thumped, you needed to get closer, hear what she was saying. “Really?” You heard her question her mother who was gleaming with pride as she took the dresses in. “Well my granddaughter deserves the best,” she said looking at you with pride as her eyes took to your stomach. Y/N moved to her side and their was no mistake a small but defiant bump on display.

Your legs almost gave way, she was pregnant. Was that your baby? Was you about to be a dad? You stumbled reaching the clothes rack in-front. She turned your direction, you moved with her throwing yourself to the floor, your weakened legs happy to oblige as you crawled around trying not to be seen. It was then you found Donghyun. “Brother what the hell you doing,” he chuckled. You yanked his arm down. “Get down before she sees us,” you growled. “It’s just Y/N,” he chuckled trying to stand up. “She can’t see us, ever,” you scowled at him. His face looking saddened as he remembered the pact you had shared.

“What is she doing here anyway did you find out?” he said peeking through the racks. “Wait that’s a bump,” he whispered. “She’s pregnant, is that Woongs baby do you think?” He said. Your heart sunk remembering their time spent together. You knew they had slept together several times compared to your one hot time with her in the car on the way home.

The chances was that was Woong’s baby she was carrying, but the slight chance that baby was yours crept into your thoughts.

“Just because your in a baby shop doesn’t mean you have to crawl around like baby’s,” a voice chuckled above you. Daehwi was standing their arms folded but a grin at seeing his hyungs hiding. “It’s ok she left just now,” he chuckled as you stood up, you yanking his collar.

“She’s fucking pregnant and you didn’t say,” you said shaking him as he brushed your hands off him. “Hyung I did say, it’s not my fault your phone died on me,” he said scowling. “I even know there’s no father noted down too and how far gone she is,” he said smirking. “Please tell me it’s Woongs baby,” Donghyun said excitedly like a school child that earnt you scowling at him.

“Yes she’s 18 weeks pregnant, that’s our flesh and blood she’s carrying,” Daehwi said with an almost doe eyed expression. “That’s great news, because bringing a child to our world is what we want,” you scoffed, your brothers both looking at the floor saddened. “We made a deal, what ever happens we stay away, and we can’t tell Woong. We both know he would be the first to break that promise,” you said looking serious at them. “But Hyung she’s pregnant that changes things,” Daehwi said looking softened. “And that expression right their puts her and that baby in danger,” you scowled at him. “Once people realise that baby belongs to us that baby will have a price on their head,” you added. “Her head,” Daehwi replied with a sickly sweet smile, “it’s a girl,” he added his grin widening.

You felt the dizziness return when you realised it was dresses they was looking at and her mother described the baby as her granddaughter. Y/N was carrying your daughter, or possibly your daughter. You put your hand to your head to help you recompose your expression. Daehwi and Donghyun looking at you like you was a parent deciding if they could have a puppy. “That makes it worse, can you imagine what they can do to a girl especially when she gets older, or have you all forgot how we met Y/N,” you said, their face falling as they took your words. “Look I’ll ring Taehoon, I’ll get a team put on to watch and keep her safe. But we have to stay away, and not a single word to anyone. No one can know she’s carrying one of our family members babies,” you said.

You stayed longer then you should, the situation with Jonghee calming down as the attempt to wake him up not being fruitful. You was packing your belongings to go home, when Woong busted through the door. “He’s awake Woojin,” he said panting looking shaken. “If they go searching for Y/N and find her,” he gulped pausing, “I won’t ever forgive myself,” your heart thudding in its wake. You couldn’t have Y/N anywhere near you and Woong. You promised to never come back, you knew her heart couldn’t say goodbye twice. You knew she had a boyfriend, your heart splintering at the thoughts of those two together when Taehoon told you. Your heart feeling heavy at imagining those two together, that she had moved on so quickly. But at the same time you felt gratitude, he was going to keep that baby safe, play the dad you knew you could never be. A chance to be normal, have a safe life.

But things had changed. Because of Woong, because of you she was in danger, so was the baby. You reached into the draws holding the keys to your secret lodge in Baeksasil Valley. “Get Donghyun and Daehwi to take her here,” you ordered him. “While me and you find a way to bring calm down here,” you added, his face fell at your suggestion but he took the keys and left.

It wasn’t long before your meeting with Woong and your men was cut short by Daehwi and Donghyun’s return. You was taken back as they should be on their way to Baeksasil Valley and not here. You scowled as their sorrowful face met yours and Woongs. You both threw worried glances at each other across the table. You excused yourself encouraging Woong to continue with the meeting. He looked hazily at your frustration at being kept out the loop.

You three made your way to the corridor your finger on your lips before you found yourself in the business sitting room. “Please tell me you didn’t bring her here,” you spluttered. “She’s not here,” Donghyun said, his eyes refusing to meet yours. “She refused to come,” Donghyun added into the silence. “What? you telling me you left her there?” You growled. “Brother she doesn’t want anything to do with us, she told us to leave her alone, and to stop following her,” Donghyun said his eyes watering. “Could none of you drag her ass here,” you shouted, the panic rising in your throat. “She’s pregnant what did you want us to do? drag her kicking and screaming stressing her out while pregnant?” Donghyun choked.

“Well now we know it’s not Woong’s baby and that boyfriend of hers we should have done just that,” Daehwi said rolling his eyes. You gasped in his direction, “That’s right she told us to leave her, that pretty boy and there baby alone,” he said coldly. “I told you she was bad news but you and Woong wouldn’t have it,” he added. “Daehwi, and you said your the clever one, do you ever listen to Taehoon. He’s basically acting the dad, he isn’t one,” you bit out. “No brother your wrong she swore that baby was his, apparently they slept together as soon as you dropped her home. That’s how much she’s pining after us,” Donghyun said scrunching his face.

No this had to be Y/N being stubborn, she wouldn’t have told you she loved you and fallen for someone else. That baby had to be yours or if not yours Woongs, but not another.

“Wait if your here who’s watching her?” You quizzed. “She told us to go so we left, I’m not babysitting a whore,” Daehwi spluttered. “Daehwi she still pregnant and she’s still in danger because of us, because of Woong and also You,” you shouted. “What more can I fucking do,” Daehwi screamed, you felt your blood pressure rise. What had she said to turn him anti on her again. “Daehwi I’m not asking I’m telling you, get back there and watch over her, nothing’s changed,” you growled your face inches from his.

“What’s going on brother?” Woong asked entering the room not long after Donghyun and Daehwi left. “Y/N being a typical Y/N that’s all,” you said pouring a whiskey. “She refused to come didn’t she?” he asked. You knocked the whiskey back. “Can you blame her,” he added as you poured another shot. “All we’ve done is try to kill her and pimp her out,” he said as you knocked back another shot letting your throat burn. “What are we going to do?” he asked. “You and me are going to solve a way, leave Donghyun and Daehwi to keep Y/N safe,” you said pouring another shot letting the lightheaded feelings spread through you. Your brain was Beginning to hurt and you hated over thinking.

Two days had passed and you received that call the one you feared. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but they have her,” Taehoon’s voice chilled down the phone. Your heart sunk, before you could respond a curdling scream left your mouth, everything near you was thrown or smashed. Your brothers rushing to the room. Woong’s arms trying to cradle you. “They have her, They have her,” you cried as your legs went. Woong’s face paled as he fell into you, silence leaving his lips. Donghyun and Daehwi’s faces twisted to glance at each other.

Because of you, Y/N and the baby was in more danger then ever!

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Hi! Thank you for replying to my husband/dad ask! I was wondering if you could write a optional male bias with his wife and their son; the story goes like when the bias is being clingy/intimate to his wife and their son got jealous and pushed his dad away from his mom? then when the son is asleep, the couple finally have their own time? idk how to describe but I hope you get what I'm trying to explain. It's basically a fluffy cute request actually 😂

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details: established relationship!au, married couple!au, couple has a kid, fem reader, clingy!bias, k/n = kid's name. word count: 1k (1,217)

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"i'm home!"

you turned around, eyes casting over the figure who had entered the house. your lips tugged into a small smile at the sight of h/n and you nodded at him in greeting.

"took you long enough, k/n kept wining about he much he misses you." you chuckled.

your husband only laughed, dropping his leather briefcase onto the couch beside him and stepping forward to pull you into a hug. you released a comfortable sigh as his hands held onto your waist, throat humming that soft melody that always managed to relax you regardless of how stressed you were.

"what are you making?" h/n asked, pulling away from the embrace and peeking over your shoulders to catch sight of a huge pot of what seemed to be water.

"i'm pretty sure you already know." you said, rolling your eyes to which he released a laugh. it was soup, of course, one of your favourite things to eat for dinner.

"how long will it take? I'm kinda hungry."

you shrugged, patting your husband's stomach as a smile reluctantly met your face.

"probably 10 minutes."

upon noticing his sudden pout, you giggled.

"go to k/n, he was literally crying for you the whole day-"

before you could finish your sentence, a loud cry came from the bedroom, indicating your son has awoken.

"nooooo, i wanna spend time with my wife." h/n whined, displaying his best pout.

you shook your head, placing a hand flat on his chest and pushing him towards your son's bedroom.

"you're the one who wanted to have kids, go look after him." you retorted with a smirk.

he shot you a glare before turning around and heading to your child's bedroom, releasing a deep breath.

"daddy!" came an overjoyed cry from the room.

you turned around and grabbed a spoon, dipping it into the soup and taking a small bite. your face immediately cringed at the lack of salt which you quickly added. not even 5 minutes had passed before your husband emerged from the room, your 7 year old son riding on his back as id he was having the time of his life.

your eyes instantly widen in concern but when you notice there were no tells of discomfort on your husband's face, you let yourself relax.

"i'm hungry!" k/n called out, catching sight of you as his dad steered him towards the kitchen.

you and your husband shared a look before you stepped forward and pulled k/n off h/n's back. hoisting him up so that you were holding him, you gently patted his back and turned to face the stove again, eyes carefully watching the soup.

"food's almost done sweetie, just wait a few more minutes." you said and your son whined.

"i'm hungry too, your other parent cooks too slow." h/n added.

you shot him a dark glare.

he laughed and stepped forward, gently grabbing onto your son and pulling him off you so that your hands were free. k/n stood straight on the ground, hands on his waist as he gave you what looked like a horrible attempt at being angry.

"go to the table, i'll serve the food." you laughed and his face immediately brightened up. with a dutiful "okay." k/n ran off, leaving you and your husband alone.

"you go too, i'm actually almost done this time." you said, upon noticing h/n was still here.

he gave you a mysterious grin in response before wrapping his arms around your waist, causing you to nearly drop the serving spoon in shock.

"what are you-"

you were silenced when your husband suddenly planted his lips onto yours, making your stomach flip. your hands went limp, giving into h/n's kiss almost in seconds, something you often ended up doing.

when he finally pulled away, he gave you a smile.

"i missed you a lot today."

"i...i can tell." you stuttered, eyes wide as you tried to keep your cool.

just as your husband leaned down to give you another kiss, a small tug diverted both your attention.

"why are you trying to lick her face!" k/n yelled, a horrified expression on his face.

"what the- no, i'm not-"

your husband stumbled over his words, clearly flustered to have been caught and not knowing what to say to the young boy while you just stood there, eyebrow raised and face amused.

"look, you know how mommy kisses you goodnight when you go to bed?" h/n finally said and k/n nodded, looking suspicious.

"well, like that, i like to kiss your mom sometimes to show her how much i love her."

your husband grinned like he had just won an olympic gold medal.

you rolled your eyes.

"then why can't i kiss mommy like that?" k/n questioned, confusion visible on his small face.

"because...um...only one person in the world can kiss mommy there."

h/n nodded, satisfied with his answer.

"then why can't i be that one person?"

"you ask too many questions darling." you finally spoke up, pushing your husband to the side and reaching down to meet k/n's level.

"the lips are a special place. it's reserved only for your father." you said.

the boy pouted and you chuckled.

"don't worry, you can always kiss my cheeks."

"yayy!" k/n cheered at once.

he reached forward, pecking your cheek in the smallest way possible before running off, skipping along the way.

"finally." your husband sighed in relief, turning to face you.

but as he reached out to pull you into his arms again, you stepped away, finally giving your abandoned soup some attention.

"go to k/n or i won't give you food."

upon hearing how strict your voice was, he pouted but reluctantly turned around and left.

after a long dinner of constant glares and 'please look at me' pouts from your husband, you both were finally alone in your bedroom, k/n fast asleep like he always is after 11 pm.

"-all i wanted to do was kiss you." h/n said, ranting like he had been doing for the past 10 minutes, "maybe we should've waited a little bit before having kids."

"we had kids two years after we got married." you reasoned, rolling your eyes as you stood up from your dresser and headed to the bed. once you had settled into it, you turned to face your husband.

he looked like he was in deep thought and for a second, you actually felt guilty. maybe he really was missing the attention you used to give him.

releasing a sigh, you sat up and moved towards h/n, causing his eyes to shoot open in shock.

"what are you doing?" he asked, nearly choking over his words when you leaned towards his face. "you've been complaining about wanting to kiss me for the past 10 minutes." you said, voice low and a smirk on your lips, "you could've used to the time to actually kiss me."

your husband gulped.

reaching down, you gently kissed him, feeling his body relax under yours in seconds. you both seemed to have that affect on each other.

without wasting any more time, he immediately kissed you back, finally satisfied with the privacy.

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[bright wonder] “How do you… do that?” you ask Daehwi, your eyes wide as they take in the shimmering lights that spark from his fingertips.

He gets lost in the way the lights reflect in your eyes for a few seconds, but you don’t notice, just like you’ve never noticed the way he looks at you.

He clears his throat. “Dunno.” Closing his fingers over his palm, Daehwi stops the sparkles from erupting, instead compacting what’s left of the light in his hand. When he unfurls his fingers, a serene, glowing ball lies in his palm. “Kind of lame though, right? Magical powers and all I can do is make stuff sparkle.”

“Are you kidding?” You poke one finger into the ball, a childish grin of pure glee on your lips when it glows brighter in response to your touch. “It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

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☆ characters: radio dj!woong & script writer!you ☆ genre: secret admirer au, college au, fluff, angst ☆ summary: it’s a story about a popular boy who has a secret admirer - except that you’re not the one who mustered up the courage to put her feelings in words ☆ words: 13,5k ☆ also: i’d like to dedicate this story to @dat-town ♥ merry christmas, love! 🎄 ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois

Fridays were the most tiring days of the spring semester, but Woong wouldn’t have had them any other way even if he could have changed his morning seminar to an afternoon one or had a long enough break between his classes around lunchtime to eat at any other restaurant than the ramen place he was unhealthily frequent at. What if he had changed one unpleasant thing in his day and all the good ones had gotten altered too? 

Listening to his professor’s lifeless voice at 9AM while he was talking about music theory might have been draining, but Woong usually sat right in front of you and there were only a few more entertaining phenomena on campus than your bickering with Woojin. He genuinely doubted the two of you were aware of how loud you could be, but he didn’t intend to enlighten either of you. His mornings would have been definitely duller without you two and your ridiculously creative ways to put your friend back in his place without cursing.

The highlight of his ridiculously short lunch break was Donghyun who had dance practice those mornings, which meant he always ate his entire body weight in chicken ramen while Woong slurped on his large bowl of beef ramen, giggly. Their conversations were diverse, but somehow, Woojin and you always came up in them in the most random ways. Like last Friday when you had been late from your morning class and rushed into the auditorium in pink pajama pants. It had been a story too fun to not share until Donghyun had told him it had been his fault that you had overslept. He hadn’t known you were the type of person who offered emotional support video calls to her friends when they needed someone to keep them on track while working on an assignment, but somehow it hadn’t surprised him that much. He was convinced you didn’t have a single mean bone in your body.

Stretching his sore body while waiting for your late night brainstorming session to continue (then finally end), Woong read through the script draft you had given him and Daehwi before you had left for the bathroom. It wasn’t finalized yet, only containing the outline of Tuesday’s radio show and a few ideas for the monthly special segment, but it was well written and neat as always. One look at it was enough for him to know you had worked hard to save as much time for the three of you as possible. He was hopeful you would all be able to leave the studio around 11PM.

Woong’s eyes widened in surprise and a silent oh sound fell from his lips when he noticed a pastel yellow envelope among the disorganized sheets of paper. His gaze strayed towards his co-host’s pile, but he saw no suspicious letter in front of Daehwi.

‘Hey, did anyone come into the studio while I was at the toilet?’ He asked although he knew it was ridiculous. It was already past the last lecture because the boy next to him was unlucky enough to attend Mr. Choi’s Microeconomic Theory I. instead of Mr. Nam’s, so it was very unlikely that random students wandered around the building. Not to mention that you would have been royally screwed if anything had happened to the studio’s equipment, so one of you always stayed in the room even if you all needed a restroom break.

There was no way someone had sneaked inside to slip this letter in his script.

‘No. I was on the phone with Hyewon, but I’d have seen if someone had walked in that door,’ the younger boy said before his gaze shifted from Woong’s pouty face to the envelope in his hands. ‘Why?’

The older boy looked down at the letter, too, and shrugged. He wasn’t sure whether he should have read it in private or he was allowed to open it in front of his friend, but he was intrigued; he was more curious than worried or scared.

So he sucked in his lower lip and picked the seal flap’s edge open, bewitched by the flowery scent of the paper the envelope hid.

Despite his rather naive personality - his friends never failed to jump on the opportunity when they could call him out on his childlike innocence -, Woong knew it was a love letter even before he took the paper in his hands and his gaze fell on the printed letters.

His secret admirer addressed him with a cute nickname and made a list of those things they liked about him - things he would have never thought anyone could have found attractive -, then finished the message with a promise of future letters. There was nothing that could have indicated who had liked him so much, which was disappointing. His only clue was the fact that they listened to the uni radio because that was only available on campus.

‘Do I wanna know?’ Daehwi asked, making Woong realize that he might have been sulking a bit too visibly. Should he have shown the letter to him in case he recognized the writing style or something? The thought made him blush furiously. The letter’s content was too personal; he didn’t want to give him a reason to tease him, either.

‘Nah, it’s noth–’

‘I’m sorry it took so long,’ you tore the door open with an apologetic smile, drawing both of their attention to you effortlessly. Your clothes were disheveled and your hair fell into your face in a couple of messy locks. Still, you looked pretty with your loose ponytail and rosy cheeks (at least, to Woong). ‘I had to run up to the fourth floor for these, but I brought one for each of you,’ you explained with theatrical hand gestures, careful not to shake the energy drinks up too much.

‘Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,’ Daehwi exclaimed, reaching for the grape flavored drink while you slid the mango one towards the other boy.

‘Sorry, I couldn’t find your favorite. But I saw you yawning while we were reading through the listeners’ messages, so drink it up. There’s no way we can finish this up in time with just Daehwi,’ you shot a playful albeit apologetic smile in Woong’s way, making the boy wonder whether your kindness towards him was strictly platonic or you had something to do with the letter he had found in his script.

Could you have been in love with him?

Honestly, he had never thought of you as more than a friend’s close friend who also happened to be his coworker at the uni radio. You were nice and funny - and undoubtedly pretty -, but despite your friendship with Donghyun, you had never initiated any conversations with him outside of the studio when it wasn’t related to the show. Obviously, you didn’t turn him down when he walked up to you to talk about something else, but those conversations were so brief, Woong often wondered whether he could have ever gotten to know the real you; the you you were outside of the studio.

Seeing your furrowed eyebrows and the worry in your eyes, Woong’s gaze fell on the mango energy drink as well. Since when had he been fidgeting with the can so absentmindedly? He cleared his throat and opened the drink before you could have thought he hated your choice. It really didn’t matter that much whether it was his favorite or not.

‘Mango is good. Thanks,’ he reassured you and you acknowledged his answer with a relieved sigh and a smile that for the first time since he knew you, did something to the boy’s heart; it made it beat quicker while his chest and ears got super warm.

Woong realized he was in trouble when he had a hard time paying attention to what you were saying because he was too focused on how pleasant your voice sounded to his ears; then he knew it for sure when he started to come up with hopeful yet illogical reasons why it couldn’t have been anyone else but you who had left that envelope in his script.

You knew both Daehwi and Woong were popular on Seoul National grounds. They were not only amazing singers, but their show focused on their listeners instead of campus gossip, so they earned brownie points left and right with their caring side, detailed advice on personal matters, and dorky sense of humor. Girls wanted to date them; guys wished to be their friends, so they could have stood under the same spotlight. While you…

You also daydreamed about meaning a bit more to Woong than a hard-working script writer he could rely on, but accepted the role you had in their life. Being close, but not close enough meant you weren’t a real treat to their fans. You might have doubted anyone would have slid into your dms or gotten your number somehow just to threaten you and ask you to leave the boys alone, but one could have never known with people.

‘You’re doing it again,’ Woojin pointed out while he turned on his laptop and opened a new, empty document for the lecture that made no sense to you. You preferred sticking to the same one throughout the semester, but he was his own person, so you never really teased him for it openly. You teased him for a bunch of other things anyway.

‘Doing what?’ You raised a brow in question, slowly turning your head back ahead. You had two lectures in total that you shared with Jeon Woong and this one (un)fortunately wasn’t the one where he sat right in front of you. As you were watching him chatting with his friends, you let out a dreamy sigh.

‘Drooling,’ he said with an unamused click of his tongue that earned him a scoff and a light punch in the shoulder. While you were a firm believer that violence should have never been the answer to anything, especially to insults where one’s emotions were already heightened or out of control, your best friend had a way with words that made it easy to throw your morals out the window. (Though, if anyone had asked Woojin, he would have said your punches were as good as being hit with cotton candy. Your noodle arms could hurt no one.)

You wished you could have been as brave as those girls who gathered around the boy’s desk in the second row. You would have loved to talk to him in breaks, too, but your nerves got the best of you whenever you were around him and there wasn’t a safe, fixed topic to discuss like during your meetings where you talked about your ideas for their next show or the success of the previous one.

‘Why don’t you ask him to be your partner for the group project?’ Woojin suggested plainly, reminding you of your professor’s last email and the upcoming presentations you wished you could have replaced with a written exam.

‘Duh, because we do every group project together,’ you retorted, feigning annoyance since he should have known better than anyone that you would have never considered pairing up with anybody else until he was in the same class. You two were a well-functioning duo from the get-go; working with Woojin was not only comfortable for you, but efficient, too. He brought the best out of your procrastinating ass, while you made sure he didn’t forget to eat or drink once he immersed himself in studying.

‘Not this one, snowflake. Donghyun already asked me,’ Woojin told you, the look of betrayal on your face painting a guilty frown on his own. The mere fact that he called you by your nickname was telling. You knew he felt bad about the situation, but you were also aware that he wouldn’t have chosen your other friend over you if he hadn’t thought it was for the better. Which also meant that you wouldn’t be able to convince him to take you back with your sad eyes and pouty lips. ‘Look, I’m an introvert. You’re also an introvert. Interviewing random students together would be a disaster,’ he reasoned, making an excellent point.

There was no way you could have interviewed twenty students in a single week and written a detailed analysis on it with your social battery dying. You needed someone who could easily walk up to strangers, helping you out with the first phase of your project. And that someone clearly wasn’t your best friend.

You let out a disappointed sigh and created a new headline for your upcoming lecture, jotting down the topic you knew you would discuss and the current date.

‘So you took away my only other friend in this class,’ you complained, pondering whether you should have actively searched for a partner or you should have waited until someone came up to you. Arg! You should have made more friends during orientation week last year. It would have made everything a lot easier if only you had remembered a few names at least. Was the petite, blonde girl beside you Miyeon or Miyoung? Should you have asked the guy in the first row who only ever spoke up during classes when Mr. Jung involved him in the obligatory discussions?

‘Ask Woong!’ Woojin suggested, his voice so nonchalant it made you wonder whether he had ever paid attention to you when Woong was around. Your small voice, shy smiles, and warm cheeks should have been telltale signs that you were a lost case when it came to the boy. With your tendency to leave your assignments last minute, you would have avoided him until you had barely a day left to finish everything.

You saw your professor walk into the lecture hall moments before the cute exchange student from Europe tapped on Woong’s shoulder, your heart sinking into your stomach when her pretty smile turned upside down right in front of your eyes. There was no way you could have asked him to be your partner. He either had one already or he had someone in mind because otherwise he would have never turned her down so quickly. You had once seen him giving a campus tour to a freshman despite how frequently he himself got lost between the buildings just because he couldn’t have said no to someone in need. He had to have a good reason why he had rejected her before she could have talked him into teaming up with her. A reason you had nothing to go against.

For the next one and a half hour, you locked this problem in the back of your mind and didn’t stress over it until your professor dismissed the class and the girl on your left started to shove her things into her backpack. You had seconds to address her or your chance to team up with her was out the window and you couldn’t have afforded that. 

‘Hey,’ you blurted out the exact same moment she said:

‘I heard you still need a partner. Would you like to work with me?’

If you had been one of those cool anime characters you liked so much, an entire mountain of weight would have been lifted off your chest as you processed her question. Smile beaming, it was almost embarrassing how quickly you jumped on the opportunity.

‘I’d love that!’ You said, enjoying how effortlessly she took charge of the situation when she introduced herself as Miyoung and shoved her phone into your hands, so that you could have added yourself on her kakao.

It soon turned out that while you had an empty period before your Music, Social Life, and Scenes class, she had piano practice on another floor, hence you bid your goodbyes quickly and promised to contact each other about the details in a couple of hours, which was… already a lot better than you had expected. Maybe, Miyoung would be able to motivate you to do your job, too, and it wasn’t only a Woojin thing. You were definitely hopeful.

Since your best friend wanted to write a brief draft of those questions Donghyun could have asked from the students they would interview, you told him you would kill some time in your go-to coffee shop before you joined them in the library, then promised to buy him a latte and a ham and cheese croissant in case the other boy didn’t need anything. As a broke uni student who majored in music with a pedagogy minor, there had to be a limit to your generosity, too. You couldn’t have spent all of your allowance on textbooks and your friends. 

You were already in the corridor when someone called your name, the husky tone embracing you with familiarity despite the breathlessness in the syllables.

You slowed down your steps, then stopped entirely.

‘You’re fast,’ Woong stated with a warm smile, trying to catch his breath with his hands on his knees. You furrowed your brows, unsure whether you had forgotten an important promise or a meeting and that was why he tried to hunt you down. ‘I was thinking… would you like to work on the group project together? I heard Donghyun paired up with Woojin, so we’re both partner-less…’

If Woong said anything else, you didn’t hear it. Your surprise completely overwhelmed your senses and by the time you were pulled back to reality, he was already looking at you with his pretty, hazelnut eyes.

There was an itchy knot in your throat that made it hard to speak, but you swallowed it with an awkward smile and wrapped your slim fingers around the strap of your bag to ground your messy thoughts. You didn’t want them to wander in case you had this one chance to tell him how you would have gladly been his partner if only you hadn’t been such a coward and asked someone else to play it safe.

In your defense, you had no idea Woong wanted to work with you of all people. He had never shown any interest in you academically and the two of you barely interacted outside of the studio. Even when you did, your friends were always there to fill the silence.

‘It’s really nice of you, but I already found a partner. I’m sorry. If I knew…’ you rambled, the need to come up with as many excuses as possible within the shortest period of time turning your sentences into a slurred monologue.

‘Nah, it’s okay,’ he cut you off with a reassuring smile, but while his voice sounded stable and unbothered, his body language seemed off and his eyes looked disappointed. He put too much effort into brushing aside your apologies; his exaggerated waves and playful eye rolls felt insincere, which made you worried.

You would have never thought you had the courage to hang out with Woong just for the sake of it without your friends as they were your safety net, let alone propose a friendly date with him, but as you kept your eyes on his face, something inside of you begged you to open your mouth and force those words through your teeth. 

‘I’m on my way to ABNEW. Would you like to join?’ You asked, mentally preparing yourself for a rejection while your heart was simultaneously yearning for a positive reaction.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t be disappointed even if he turned you down, because you had asked him about the campus coffee shop to make up for already pairing up with someone else. If he didn’t want to or couldn’t join you, that might have meant he was fine without your company as well, which should have been a relief.

However, when he agreed to spend his free period with you, you couldn’t stop grinning like a madwoman. It was embarrassing, how happy this sudden turn of events made you feel when an hour ago you had been adamant that you couldn’t have uttered a coherent sentence in his company, not with his attention focused solely on you.

Arriving at the shop, it turned out that you had been wrong. Sure, it took a couple of minutes, but eventually, you were able to calm your nerves with your cinnamon latte in your hands. You even brought up topics the two of you had never talked about before: your obsession with oat milk, the chinese drama you were currently watching, and your dream to work for Arirang. It was nice: letting him get familiar with more sides of you and getting to know him better in return.

The more time Woong spent with you in your natural habitat, that didn’t include your shared classes or the studio, the more sure he became that you were his secret admirer. It was because of those subtle signs - signs that you might have liked him more than a friend - that he hadn’t noticed before, but couldn’t overlook anymore. Like how he always had a piece of your attention even when you were talking or listening to someone else; how you knew his favorite snacks, drinks, and comfort food by heart and surprised him with them when he was lacking energy or motivation; how your cheeks dressed into the prettiest shade of pink when he prioritized you and your needs.

However, just because Woong knew he wanted to give you a chance and see whether the two of you could have worked as a couple, too, it didn’t mean he had the slightest idea how to approach you about the letter. He didn’t want to push you too much in case you weren’t ready to confess; you had put a lot of effort into making sure it remained anonymous after all. But it slowly started to frustrate him that he couldn’t claim the seat beside you during lunch break when your other friends were around or that he couldn’t hold your hand just because he felt like making you blush without said friends giving him weird glances.

‘Jangjun, Daehwi, and Seungyoun said I should keep the blonde, but Woojin, Donghyun, and my mom voted for my natural hair color. Clearly, I’m in desperate need of your opinion,’ the boy said between two bites of pepperoni pizza while he also tried to make you smile with his dramatics.

‘I don’t know. Should I be offended that you’ve already asked everybody else?’ You asked in a playful manner, a lot more comfortable around him than you had been a couple of weeks ago. It was fascinating to see the small changes in your behavior the less eagerly you hid your personality behind your thick walls. You were still one of the nicest people Woong had ever met, but you were also witty and your tongue was sharp when you felt cornered.

Woong swallowed the food in his mouth and tilted his head to the right, observing your soft features to make sure there wasn’t a single pinch of real hurt in your eyes. The jalapeno slices on your pizza might have been a bit too spicy for you, but otherwise, you seemed fine.

‘Why should you? Your vote will decide my next hair color,’ he retorted with a mischievous smile that got wider upon seeing your sauce-coated, pouty lips. He giggled at the funny sight, but gave you a napkin before anyone else could have noticed what a messy eater you were.

‘Fine.’ You took the napkin from him and wiped your lips and chin to make sure all the dirt was gone before you reached for your coke and refreshed yourself with the bubbly beverage. ‘I think you should go for your natural hair color. Don’t get me wrong, your blonde hair looks so fluffy I’m sure it’s a lot silkier than mine. Like seriously, you need to share your haircare routine with me before I do something crazy and chop off my dry hair with a kitchen knife…’ you rambled, getting lost in the details like you often did these days: a cute habit of yours that might have been as old as time, but was still new to Woong. He had yet to figure out whether you did it when you were super nervous or when you were enthusiastic about something. Considering the topic, he hoped it was the latter. ‘What I really want to say is… you look like a fairy like this and it’s so pretty, but there’s something in the way your natural hair color highlights your warmth as a person. It makes you look more approachable: less otherworldly, but still handsome.’

Objectively speaking, Woong was well aware that he was attractive; people around him made it pretty obvious with the way they treated him. However, hearing it from you felt different. Your words had more weight and fell from your lips more genuinely. They filled his heart, but left holes in his chest that made him yearn for more. He wanted you to compliment other aspects of his being, too, not just his looks.

Although he was curious whether you had anything else to say, the boy couldn’t get over the fact that you called him a fairy just like his secret admirer had done in that letter. Your unique choice of word fed his certainty; he might have had strong assumptions before, but now he was outright convinced that you looked at him as a potential lover, too. 

And this was all he needed to put down the pizza slice he was munching on and demand your full attention with the prettiest, most hopeful smile he could have mustered.

‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’ He asked with his heart pulsing in his entire body. Woong liked to think he was an expert in social interactions - he had managed to befriend his Math teacher as a freshman high school student and had a pretty smooth three years with him while his classmates couldn’t have stopped complaining about his hardcore exams and unfair grading -, but he had never asked out anyone, nor had he had a crush on a friend, therefore he was a tad bit nervous.

‘What?’

Scratch that… one glance at your furrowed eyebrows, parted lips, and bewildered eyes was enough to make him super nervous. Had he misinterpreted the signs? That wasn’t an option. You were quite literally a blushing, stuttering mess at arm’s length. You were clearly affected by his question and the concept of a date with him. He couldn’t have given up so soon when there was a chance you were just shy.

‘A date. Just us. We could watch a movie or check out that fancy dessert place where you can decorate your own cakes,’ the blonde boy suggested, promising himself that he would accept your decision with an encouraging smile whether you rejected him or not. He also promised himself that he would do everything in his power to make sure this wouldn’t have a negative impact on your friendship. You were too important to lose.

‘I…’ you spoke up a bit unsure, slim fingers drumming on the edge of your half-empty glass of coke. You avoided Woong’s eyes, but he knew you didn’t do it to hurt him or imply your decision. Instead, you needed time to find your voice and he was more than okay with giving you as much as could soothe your nerves. ‘Both sound pretty nice. I’d love to go on a date like that… with you,’ you mumbled, quiet but sure in the way you slowly lifted your head and looked him in the eye.

You had no idea how happy you made Woong at that moment.

‘Cool,’ he claimed with a nod before he reached for his half-eaten pizza slice and took a huge bite from it, humming around the thin pasta, cheese, and pepperoni like a giddy child.

That afternoon, you chose a day for your first date and eased the pressure of expectations it put on you with childish banters, like when you told him you refused to match your outfit with his, yet he was hellbent on how couples who did that were cute.

You called Woong a menace so softly, it almost felt like a nickname, and whined because the idea of people staring at your couple outfit made you feel uncomfortable, which the boy understood and was willing to respect. Because regardless of Woong’s overzealous reasoning, you could have shown up at the dessert place next Saturday wearing a sack, he would have been fine with that, too. He just wanted to spend more time with you and earn the permission to hold your hand.

In theory, you knew what first dates were like. Naturally, most people put more effort into their appearance when they met someone they liked romantically; they also spent their money more easily that day, so that they wouldn’t have been labeled as a miser. First dates were crucial: they could make or break the future of a relationship, which made them almost as scary as exciting, if not a whole lot scarier.

It wasn’t the first time your heart sank into your stomach at the thought of possible worst case scenarios, especially not when it came to Woong. Ever since you had started to spend quality time together without your friend group, you were often terrified that one poorly chosen word could make him realize that you weren’t worth it: his energy, those secrets he shared with you during your 11PM conversations, and the attention he gave you when so many other people yearned for a piece of it along with his heart.

You obviously didn’t think you were worthless or unlovable. Woojin would have killed you and dragged you back to life to kill you again if he had ever heard you speak so poorly of yourself. Still, even your best friend should have admitted that going on a date with someone popular was a concept ordinary people like yourself needed time to process. Not necessarily because of the most confidence-shattering questions like why he would have wanted to go on a date with you out of all people or what was so special about you, but because your mind had to catch up with your silly heart to believe it was reality.

You had had a crush on Woong for so long, of course, it felt like a dream.

A dream too good to be true until he picked you up on Saturday and walked with you to the nearest bus stop because neither of you had your own car. Despite the small talk you initiated while you were waiting for the crowded vehicle and the awkward silence that embraced you during the ride, you couldn’t have pinpointed a single thing that made this date different from your previous dates with Woong. And you meant this in the most positive sense of the word: familiarity.

Obviously, you were still nervous that one day he would wake up and realize you were too plain for him, but the small skips in your heartbeat whenever he smiled at you fondly greeted you like an old friend would have and that was enough to ease your worries. It was just him, the boy you had liked more than a friend even when he had been a friend. Things might have changed, he might have finally shown some interest in you as a girl, but essentially, you and your fond feelings were the same. You had nothing new to be scared of, just what you had already been accustomed to.

‘Should we decorate a whole cake or just two slices?’ You asked with a small pout when even after staring at the wide range of options for five whole minutes, you couldn’t decide what to pick from the menu. Thank goodness you had already agreed on making your own cake, because if you had had to choose even the type of dessert you went with on top of every flavor and size you could have ordered, you would have spent your whole date in this shop. And you had a movie to catch in three hours.

‘What about two whole cakes?’ Woong pondered, pointing at the smallest options that were about the size of your two palms next to each other. It was tempting, very much so, but you didn’t intend to upset your or the boy’s stomach with so much sugar.

‘You didn’t skip your lunch on purpose, did you?’ You turned towards the boy with your full body, concerned that you should have chosen a diner over the dessert place when you planned to eat popcorn and gummy worms for dinner.

‘Maybe I did…’ the boy admitted with a sheepish smile and while you were super excited about this place, at that moment, you would have been more than fine with leaving if that had meant he wouldn’t have starved later. ‘Or maybe I was just too nervous to eat,’ he added, his confession melting your heart because even though you had eaten a sandwich an hour ago, you felt the same way. It was nice to know you weren’t alone.

Since you would have also hated to be the reason for the sudden change in your plans, you didn’t wish to put Woong in that position. Instead, you quickly thought through your options and smiled at him when the most reasonable solution hit you.

‘Let’s decorate two slices and grab some street food before the movie,’ you proposed with a small bounce in your movements, rocking back and forth on your feet with your hands linked behind your back. Your chest felt warm and your skin was burning around your neck when Woong reached towards you and ruffled your hair.

‘So thoughtful! I love it, let’s do that!’

And you did that. You picked two slices in different flavors and walked up to the counter on the other side of the shop where you could coat your desserts with chocolate, fondant or icing, decorate them with fruit slices, marshmallows, crackers and more chocolate, then pick a marzipan figure to complete the aesthetics.

If you wanted to be honest, you had more fun designing your cake than how proud you were of the outcome, but Woong did a much worse job and he was still proud of himself, so you figured it was okay. They both tasted like a piece of heaven, anyway, and in the end, that was what truly mattered (and the memories you two made).

At first, you were a bit wary that there were certain topics you should have avoided on your date such as your struggles with oral exams and your rising anxiety whenever you thought of the presentation you had to give on pop music next week, but when Woong brought up their radio show with Daehwi, it felt like a permission to talk about anything.

Moving from one place to another, munching on cakes, fishcake and tteokbokki, you shared more with each other than your food. You confided Woong in your insecurities, your regrets, and your family background you rarely talked about. You also got to know that in spite of his easy-going personality, the boy had a hard time keeping more than three or four friendships alive simultaneously because he tended to give too much of himself to those around him and easily forgot about people who weren’t right in front of him.

Some things Woong told you were easy to comprehend; others were too complex and foreign to you to grasp. Still, you made sure he knew you were listening with the intent of getting familiar with the way he thought and felt, because he did the same for you.

If you could have chosen what to do on your first date with the boy all over again, you might have told him you wanted to speak and listen more instead of spending two hours in a dark, noisy room, staring at a screen, but overall, you had a pretty good time.

And the best part was that it didn’t end with the movie or your long ride back to the campus. Woong insisted on walking you all the way to your dormitory, so that he knew for sure that you got home safe.

‘I didn’t know dating can be so much fun. Thank you for today.’ You offered him one of your bashful smiles as your steps slowed down, then came to a temporary halt in front of the main gate of the girls’ building.

‘Does this mean there’s a chance you’re up for a second date, too?’ He asked just as smiley as you were while you turned towards him with your entire body and willed yourself to look up at him, right into his hazelnut orbs, instead of avoiding eye contact. You had no reason to shy away from him now when he clearly wanted to go on another date with you. 

‘Yeah… If you promise you won’t skip lunch next time,’ you teased, choosing to embrace the situation instead of running away from it. You had already survived a whole afternoon in his company. You had eaten delicious food together, brushed hands in the dark, and laughed so hard, your guts hurt from happiness. What else was there to be afraid of?

‘In that case, we should grab lunch together on our next date. We could go to the amusement park right after. How does it sound?’ The question fell from Woong’s lips playfully, making it easy to anticipate your next date and yearn for a dozen more.

Munching on your cheek from the inside, you bit back a flustered chuckle. You thought of all those drama leads you admired and envied, then took a deep breath and said:

‘Like you’re planning to sweep me off my feet.’

You would have never called yourself a spontaneous person. You were terrible at going with the flow because uncertainty often made you anxious, but right then and there you took a leap of faith and stood on your tiptoes. Your eyes were closed when your lips landed on Woong’s cheek, but luckily, you didn’t miss your aim. An accidental nose kiss would have definitely mortified your soul and locked away your adventurous side.

‘But you’ve already done that,’ you whispered against the boy’s soft skin before you pulled away, satisfied to see how stunned he got because of a simple, chaste peck. It meant that your paces weren’t that different, which was a relief.

You waved him goodbye before he regained his composure; your grin twice as wide as it had been seconds before when you chose the stairs to the third floor instead of the elevator. You needed a good excuse for how fast your heart was beating and a bit of exercise might have been able to do the job.

An ice cream date and a retro roller skating slash milkshake date later, Woong was ready to ask you to be his girlfriend. He genuinely liked your company: your closeness and your rosy cheeks whenever he initiated a new form of skinship in public; your sweet and encouraging texts that turned into nagging from one moment to another when he was about to fail behind on his assignments; your long walks back to your dorm after their radio show. He liked you at 1AM, when your face was bare and your moles more prominent and at 1PM, too, when you talked with your mouth full during lunch breaks because Woojin couldn’t stop teasing you. You were who he wanted to be with. It was clear considering how much he anticipated seeing you each and every day. He just wanted to make it special even if Jangjun called him a simp for acting like he was about to propose.

Since Seungyoun’s ideas had been too extra and rather than helping him, Donghyun had clowned Woong for calling for an emergency bro meeting two weeks after his first date with you, Woong had asked his mom about romantic gestures and chosen one from the classics. He had bought you a pair of silver earrings because you rarely wore any other jewelry and a box of square donuts from your favorite shop since he knew for a fact that no matter how much you loved them, you deemed them too expensive to buy them for yourself just for the sake of it. They were birthdays and holidays kind of special for you: just what he aimed at on Friday when he planned to pop the question after your adorable goodnight peck.

Woong found the familiar, yellow envelope with the new love letter in it in the same place, at the same time he had done the first time. It was slid between two pages of the script you had given him at the beginning of your brainstorming session.

Back then, the blonde boy had been too afraid to read the message in front of his friend. This time, however, he thought being teased for being admired by the person he was also whipped for was a small price for reading your letter on the spot. Therefore, he picked the seal flap’s edge open with great care, then took the paper in his hands with a giddy smile on his face. You were so cute, asking for a break before he could have found it.

Something tugged on Woong’s heart when he saw that you started the letter with an apology. It made him feel uneasy because he seriously couldn’t have thought back on a single thing you should have felt sorry for. Could it have been because you had fallen asleep during your video call last week? He had already told you it was fine. Or because Woojin had called him a taken man in front of other girls the day before? Gosh, that was absolutely okay with him, too. If anything, Woong couldn’t have waited to be officially taken after tonight. You worried your pretty little head too much.

But then you went into details and those fragments pulled the rug out from under the boy’s feet. You were rambling about your assignments, your need to blow off some steam, and how you had gone to an outdoor concert with your friend and ended up catching the cold. You swore up and down that you had intended to write to him at least once a week, but you had been too drained to keep up with both your academic life and his radio shows. Nevertheless, you were sure that he had done great with Daehwi and playfully suggested that they should have made a YouTube channel where they uploaded their shows once they were over.

It was a useful idea, something he would have brought up in the second half of your meeting on any other Friday night… This time, however, he was too shaken up by the realization that you weren’t his secret admirer.

Woong’s hands were trembling when he shoved the letter back into the yellow envelope. He didn’t want you or anyone else to see it before he could have talked with you. He had to talk with you first.

Speaking of you, shouldn’t you have come back from your restroom break by now?

‘I’ll step outside for a couple of minutes. Call me if she comes back in the meantime,’ Woong asked his friend with one leg already out of the room. With his back to Daehwi, he shot an uneasy smile at the boy from above his shoulder, then left before the younger could have uttered a simple:

‘Sure.’

Woong had dozens of questions he wanted to ask you. Although, he knew you wouldn’t be able to answer any of them since he had never told you about his secret admirer. He had incorrectly assumed that they were you and now that it was clear that they weren’t, he was a lot of things, but most of all: confused.

He obviously still liked you. You were funny, kind-hearted, caring, and very pretty. You were everything he looked for in a partner, but all of a sudden, there was this other person who seemed to know him on another level and cheered for him from the shadows. They supported him like you and…

He tried to message you, call you to ask you where you were and what took you so long. He felt desperate to be near you before the mess got bigger in his head and he could have started acting differently around you, but you didn’t pick up your phone. 

‘Come on! Where are you?’ He mumbled when he didn’t find you in front of the fourth floor vending machine, either. It was like you weren’t even at the building, which made no sense. You would have never abandoned your brainstorming session, not without a word, not when he and Daehwi were clearly waiting for you to come back from your break. Woong might have been mistaken about the letters, but he knew you weren’t that kind of person.

Still, when he couldn’t find you despite checking every restroom the building had to offer, he decided to rush to the nearest 7-Eleven, too, as the convenience store was right outside of the campus and you had the tendency to overestimate your speed when you had places to be. The closer he got to the ground floor, the clearer he could picture you with snacks in your hands and an apologetic smile on your face. Now that he thought about it, the vending machines had indeed looked a bit empty when he had passed them.

Woong’s lips pulled into the proudest, brightest grin when just like he had predicted, in front of the building’s main gates, there stood you with a plastic bag in your right hand, but it soon wavered when he noticed that you weren’t alone. And that you weren’t walking towards the glass doors, either. Instead, you stood there like a fly frozen in amber, unmoving and stiff, which urged him to speed up his steps.

‘… playing dumb. You two got closer after the first one. I bet you told him it was from you,’ one of the two girls around you said accusatively, pointing at your chest from a distance to give emphasis to her words. Woong had no idea what was going on, what these people could have had against you, but it was clear that they made you feel uncomfortable in your skin. If the way you were munching on your cheek from the inside hadn’t been enough, your failed attempts at speaking up for yourself would have still spoken volumes.

Woong saw you shook your head and took a defensive step backwards when the only guy in the group took one towards you.

‘You think he will still want you when he realizes that your relationship is built on lies? You basically manipulated him into dating you. How fucking sick is that? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ The boy kept throwing his accusatory questions at you and while Woong couldn’t have said with confidence that he understood the situation perfectly, he knew he would have never forgiven himself if he had kept watching from the sideline as they were screaming at you.

So he stepped between you and them, shielding you with his body at the same time you said:

‘I don’t…’

Woong reached behind his back to take your empty hand in his, then checked on you from above his shoulder when you squeezed his palm. It felt weak, almost uncertain, like you were conflicted whether you had the right to seek comfort in him to begin with.

‘What’s going on? Are they harassing you?’ He asked, wondering whether they had told you something that made you act this way - they couldn’t have talked about him when they had said you manipulated someone, right? you had never once tried to influence his decisions in any way, goddamnit! - or you were just too intimidated to react to his closeness the way you usually did.

‘The hell? We’re not harassing her. We came here to defend our friend, dude. She stole the credit for her letters,’ the guy claimed angrily, his lips pressed into a thin line when one of the girls slid her palm on his biceps to calm him. Despite everything, Woong was grateful for the help; he doubted he could have dealt with a guy this big if all hell had broken loose.

‘She’s lying to you. It’s Hari. She’s the one who wrote you those letters, not her,’ the other girl with the messy bun chirped in, visibly shy, but just as harsh with her accusation.

And then it clicked. Stolen credits, anonymous letters, dating… They were talking about the letters he had gotten and his secret admirer. Woong wouldn’t have been surprised if they had been the ones who had slid the envelope into his script.

‘Well, I appreciate that you’re here to clear up this misunderstanding, but you clearly make her uncomfortable,’ Woong started as diplomatically as possible, well aware that he was the one to blame for this mess. Not you. ‘And for that matter, she doesn’t know about the letters. It was me who asked her out, not the other way around,’ he reasoned. His heart sank into his stomach when he realized that your fingers were about to slip out of his hold. Were you mad at him? Were you shocked? Was it your confusion that tried to put some distance between the two of you?

Woong could only hope that you didn’t let go of his hand consciously, but just in case you did or your thoughts were just as fuzzy as his, he decided to take you out of the situation that was messing with your mind before your brain could have rewritten your memories from the past weeks. He turned towards you and gave you all of his attention as he gingerly reached for your hand and pulled you inside the building.

‘Are you okay?’ was the first thing that left the boy’s mouth when you were finally alone and he could cup your face in his hands. Woong’s thumbs caressed your cheeks anxiously while he was waiting for you to speak up. 

In the deafening silence, he wished he could have been able to read your mind.

‘Did you think it was me?’ Your voice was so quiet, it was barely above a whisper, but since he stood close enough to you, Woong could decipher every word. He sucked in his lower lip, unsure whether you really wanted to hear his answer or this was a rhetorical question. After all, those guys had made sure you knew the two of you had grown closer around the time he had received the first letter. ‘Did you ask me out because of that letter they mentioned?’

Woong’s palms fell from your cheeks to the crooks of your neck. The boy was a lot of things: loud, childish, forgetful, oblivious… but he wasn’t a liar. Thus, he swallowed his nervousness and chose to tell you the truth. He liked you. Logically speaking, the circumstances shouldn’t have changed much between the two of you if you had liked him, too.

‘I mean, yeah. I started to look at you differently after I read the first one,’ he admitted shyly while his thumbs fondled your skin absentmindedly. Your heart was beating just as fast as his, he realized, when his finger found a more prominent vein.

‘I see,’ you breathed, your calm tone pushing the boy’s mind to overdrive. Something was off with you, your voice, your posture. Had your shoulders been droopy from the beginning? Why did your eyes look so dull all of a sudden?

‘Hey, it’s not like that. Sure, I didn’t think of you as a girl girl before that, but…’ Woong tried to explain the situation in detail, so that you would have understood that even though he had needed that extra push, in the end, he had fallen for you because of the little things that made you you.

But you weren’t listening. Instead, you cut him off mid-sentence and took his hands off your neck with a resigned smile.

‘I think you should give her a chance,’ you whispered, breaking something in Woong with the way you deliberately avoided his eyes.

‘What?’

‘Hari. Your secret admirer,’ you explained. Every word that fell from your rosy lips added to the wall you were building between the two of you. You might have stood at arm’s length from him, but Woong felt like you had never been further away. You were slowly slipping through his fingers and he had no idea what to do to keep you close. ‘Her letters clearly mean something to you. I think you should give her a chance. Take her on a date,’ you pushed, like it was easy. Like you hadn’t just told him to go out with someone else.

Woong had to force his next question through his gritted teeth.

‘But what about us?’

He didn’t want to be upset. A part of him doubted he had any right to feel that way - at least, towards you -, but even though he saw the logic behind your request, it was hard to not feel unwanted because of your calmness. He hated how calm you were acting on the outside.

‘I don’t know,’ came your answer before he heard you take a deep breath and your eyes met. Was he seeing things or your eyes were teary when you smiled at him? ‘Daehwi is waiting for us.’

You didn’t wait for Woong to figure out whether he liked the letters so much because he had thought they had been from you or you were right. You just turned your back to him and took the first steps towards the elevator.

That night, you left without a word, before Woong could have packed his things and walked you to your dorm. The earrings in his backpack were just as heavy as his footsteps or the silence that embraced Daehwi and him on their way to the boys’ residence on campus.

Letting go of Woong had been one of the hardest decisions of your life. However, it had been a decision you had had to make for both of your sake.

You weren’t angry with him. If anyone, it was Woojin who refused to talk to the blonde boy ever since he had learned about Woong’s reason for asking you out. You had tried to tell him, he was acting ridiculous, that their friendship should have meant more than your broken heart or those tears you had shed during the weekend, but days later, he was still adamant. He said you were his best friend and Woong could easily survive a few weeks without him until you got over your break-up. He didn’t care that you had never been officially together.

‘Stop giving them those stares. You’re making me anxious,’ you whined at ABNEW between two classes, half-determined to spend your free period in bed, half-willing to work on your group project with Miyoung who was still standing in the line in front of the counter, waiting for her drink and those muffins Woojin, Donghyun, and you had asked for.

It was bad enough that your presentation was due within a week and you still had to figure out the structure of your slides, but hanging out at your go-to coffee shop at the same time Woong and Hari did was a whole new low for the day. You had never wished to study in the library so badly.

‘Why? It’s not like her friends aren’t staring at you when you’re around,’ your best friend spat back bitterly, his tone just as black as the coffee in his hands.

Munching on your lower lip, you slowly turned your head towards the couple in the back of the shop and let out a disappointed sigh as your gaze fell on their smiley figures. You weren’t sure what you had expected when you had told Woong to give a chance to his secret admirer, but based on the dull pain in your chest, something told you that not this.

‘He looks happy. It’s better this way,’ you explained, hoping that you sounded at least half as convinced as you felt. It all depended on perspectives, after all. ‘Donghyun-ah! Tell him to stop staring!’ You turned towards your other friend, seeking help where you could only find a frown. So typical.

‘Like he listens to me,’ Donghyun retorted, although he did reach out to the younger boy to gain his attention.

In the following silence, you were sipping on your latte while you busied yourself with trivial things: you created a ppt file, chose a minimalistic theme for your slides, and searched for a few pretty, monochrome icons with transparent background on the internet for later use. You also wrote your names on the first slide and changed the fonts where it was needed. You were desperate to do something, anything that could help you forget about Woong and his love life. Now that you weren’t a part of it, it shouldn’t have been your business.

Too bad, none of your friends had come to the same conclusion yet.

‘She isn’t that cool, by the way. I mean, she’s obviously pretty and she’s kind when she needs to be, but we have a seminar together on Wednesdays and she lowkey looks down on people who are on scholarship,’ Donghyun broke the silence when you started to drum on the edge of your mug absentmindedly; a clear sign that you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You looked up at the boy’s face with sad eyes, feeling conflicted about his words that had meant to be reassuring. Were you allowed to feel relieved that Hari wasn’t the perfect girl you had assumed her to be based on how much her friends loved and supported her? Maybe. But it still felt selfish, because Woong seemed to like her a lot. ‘I don’t even know how she knows who are on scholarship. It’s not like people openly talk about these things.’

You, on the other hand, had a few guesses. She either came from an influential family or she was more popular than you had initially thought. Both sounded a bit scary, especially because both options came with enough power to ruin lives in a collectivist society.

‘But most of Woong’s close friends are on scholarship,’ you mumbled as you lifted your mug in front of your mouth and took a small sip from the sweet beverage. You didn’t like where your messy thoughts were about to go. You didn’t like the odd mixture of fear and excitement that slowly consumed your body.

Yet, there was a hint of a genuine smile in the corner of your mouth when the boy patted your upper arm with his hand. 

‘Exactly. I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you,’ Donghyun said encouragingly, earning a scoff from Woojin with his positivity. Neither of you needed to be a genius to realize that the younger hated the idea of false hope the boy’s words might have been giving you.

Thus, you lifted your chin high and decided to prevent all hell from breaking loose for the nth time with your most believable nonchalant smile. 

‘I don’t,’ you claimed - a ridiculous lie, really -, then took another sip from your drink to steal yourself a little time to actually consider this as your next step in your long journey towards absolute recovery. Because sooner or later you had to face the facts: you had had your chance and you had blown it. Who said Woong would have wanted to be with you once he broke up with his girlfriend. If he had broken up with his girlfriend to begin with.

‘That’s the spirit!’ Woojin exclaimed with a proud smile that honestly warmed your heart. He acted so unlike his age, being your big brother who wanted nothing but the best for you when you were actually a year older. You shot finger guns at the boy to make him smile and to put your gratitude on display in the most you-way possible: you acted like those few weeks with Woong had already been in the past. (Because they were. They needed to be, for everyone’s sake.)

Not long after Miyoung got back to your table and squeezed her chair between Donghyun’s and yours, you saw Woong and his girlfriend leave the café, holding hands while swinging their arms back and forth between their bodies like playful couples did in movies. Eyes glued to their figure on the other side of the glass doors, you pouted like a kicked puppy until Donghyun stuffed a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

Coughing, you felt a little lighter when his laughter embraced your grieving soul. It was time to speed up your recovery, skip a few stages, and advance towards the last step: acceptance.

Lacking first-hand experience, Woong had always thought that every break-up was the same until you liked the other person. After all, he had cried just as badly when he had lost Bbang, his goldfish in kindergarten as he had done in middle school when his cat had run away from home while he had been in the academy. Shouldn’t all hearts have broken the same?

He learned that the answer was no when he broke up with Hari and asked her to remain good friends. With her curse words ringing in his ears and her petite figure disappearing at the end of the hallway, feet frozen and eyes wide, the boy didn’t feel sadness or disappointment like he had anticipated. Instead, he was relieved.

Obviously, he still thought that she was an amazing person - hence his offer to stay present in each other’s life -, but while she had been nothing but kind to him, something had felt forced in their short-lived relationship while it had lasted. Maybe, it had been the girl’s smile that had seemed different whenever Jangjun or Seungyoun had hung out with them. Maybe, it had been his body that had felt stiffer every time the girl had wanted to check out a place where he had already been on a date with you. Maybe, it had been you and your sad eyes that had haunted him since the night you had told him to go on a date with Hari.

Or maybe it was all about timing and his heart simply wasn’t ready to care for someone new when it was still in love with you.

‘Hyung! Could you come already? I really, really can’t stay until eleven this time,’ Daehwi’s plea reached Woong’s ears only a couple of heartbeats before you said:

‘Let him be! I’ve already told you, you can leave at ten.’

The younger boy’s exaggerated sigh and your playful banter about how Daehwi would have never been able to ditch either of you (but mostly you) while you still had promising ideas to talk through made Woong smile. The whole situation and those tiny yet significant steps that led him to this moment were so surreal. Had he really broken up with his first girlfriend five minutes before your Friday brainstorming session? Had he really done it because he had seen Hari frown at you in the elevator? 

The chokehold you had on him was insane.

‘I’m coming!’ He exclaimed as he shook his head and brushed aside his overwhelming urge to be there for you all day every day for the rest of your life. He didn’t want to burden you with his feelings, especially not after what had happened between the two of you - not to mention that he might have needed a bit of time alone to organize his thoughts and emotions before he could have come clean to you -, but he hoped that with time, you would give him a second chance. A chance to show you he didn’t need anyone else; you had no reason to doubt him.

Since Daehwi had an assignment due at midnight he still had to proofread and submit, the three of you decided to skip your usual break and wrap up the meeting around nine regardless of how far you got, because the boys could always improvise during their show in case they ran out of scripted material, but the younger boy only had one chance to impress Mrs. Park with his academic knowledge and that woman was hard to win over once she lost her faith in you. Professors in the Business Faculty were infamous for holding grudges against students who didn’t take their studies seriously.

Considering that your tactic to avoid being alone with Woong was the same since the day you had distanced yourself from him, the boy knew he needed to be quick if he didn’t want you to slip through his fingers again. Therefore, he made sure his papers and pens were already in his backpack when you jotted down your last ideas in your notebook, then stood up from his chair as soon as you did, so that he could follow you to the corridor.

‘Hey!’ Woong jogged after you when you gained a head start because of the table he had to skirt around first. The boy hoped that he could catch up to you in front of the lift, but then he noticed that you were heading towards the stairs, most probably to save yourself from an awkward elevator ride. He could only pray you still had enough kindness in your heart for him to not ignore him intentionally when he was clearly talking to you. Sure, you hadn’t spoken since he had gone after Hari, but that had been your idea and…

When your steps came to a sudden halt with your hand on the door that led to the stairway, the boy almost tripped over his own feet. He was so damn glad you hadn’t ran away.

‘Khm, so I was thinking…’ he started, a little uncertain, but still determined to live with this chance. ‘Would it be okay if I walked you back to the dorm?’

Relatively speaking, Woong didn’t ask for much. He would have been more than satisfied with the tiniest baby steps like walking at arm’s length from you either by your side or behind you if that made you feel more comfortable. Although, the latter might have made him feel a bit creepy, but until you let him, it would have been fine.

The resigned sigh that left your mouth could hardly mean anything good, but turning back now would have been awkward, Woong thought, and he had already done a super impulsive, super reckless thing that day. What was one more? Even if you rejected him or called him a confusing jerk in your own, curseless way, he could have at least said that he had tried.

‘Actually, if you have something to tell me, I’d prefer if you did it here, while we’re still in the building,’ you told him in a neutral tone, making him wonder whether he overreacted it or you treated him differently from everyone else (in a completely different way than before). He tried to recall your first ever conversation, whether you had smiled at him back then or his memories were playing a trick on him, but it was no use.

He was clearly overthinking it: a warning sign that he wasn’t ready to be with you and that he should have given himself a bit of time after his breakup. But you were finally close enough for your moles to be visible and more importantly, you were with him without Woojin who always had a rude comment to Woong when he hung out with the boys.

‘Because of Hari,’ you said, as you most probably mistook his silence for not knowing what you were talking about. Which was funny, because while his mind was filled with you, you, and you, once you spoke up, Woong realized you were actually right. He didn’t understand your reasons, he just hadn’t dwelled on them or questioned your request. ‘I don’t want her to misunderstand. Her friends are already giving me the stares.’

The boy furrowed his eyebrows. What had you just said?

‘I… I didn’t know,’ he stuttered, the confession heavy on the tip of his tongue. Truth to tell, he had rarely paid attention to Hari’s friends since he hadn’t liked what they had done to you and his ex-girlfriend had understood. She had actually encouraged him to spend more time with her without either of their friends, so that they could have gotten to know each other better. It had sounded logical back then. ‘But she’s not my girlfriend anymore. I broke up with her,’ he felt the need to correct you at least, since he couldn’t promise you that everything would be okay. The thought that he might have unintentionally made things harder for you with his actions worried him more than he showed. He didn’t like the thought that they could have put the blame on you, when it was him whose heart hadn’t been in their relationship with Hari.

‘Is this what you want to talk about?’ You asked, raising one of your slim eyebrows as if you were suspicious. It reminded Woong of your arcade date when you had caught him cheating, but he quickly brushed aside the memory.

‘No. Partly. I don’t know,’ he rambled, uncertain of how much he could have told you when his thoughts and urges scared even him. It couldn’t be normal, how much he missed you when you had never been his. But his mouth chose this moment to completely disregard his brain. ‘I just miss you. I miss walking you back to the dorm, holding your hand, spending time with you.’

After Woong’s confession, the silence was deafening. It made the boy anxious that your lips parted to speak, but no words came out of your mouth. The longer you stood there frozen, the more he started to question his decisions. Since when had he been so afraid to take the initiative? He was usually so unbothered by others’ opinion, he was the first to volunteer when someone needed to do something stupid. Like when he had rapped his part of the presentation in first year because they had been talking about popular genres with his partner and they had wished to do something out of the ordinary. Woong was a terrible rapper.

‘Fine. We can walk together, but no hand-holding,’ you pulled him out of his thoughts with a few simple words that made the boy smile even though you couldn’t see it because you were already with your back to him.

Woong didn’t point out that you could have taken the elevator, too, now that you had agreed to let him tag along. Instead, he accepted your decision and followed you from a comfortable distance until you waited for him in front of the main entrance and he could finally walk by your side with a lighter heart.

If he wanted to be honest, Woong had tons of things to tell you on the way. He wanted you to know that he might have needed that anonymous letter to have an excuse to get closer to you, but he had always thought that you were kind and interesting. It just didn’t feel right to bring these up. In fact, he felt utterly selfish from the mere idea to force this conversation on you when you had already let him stay. 

Therefore, he stuck to neutral topics. He asked you about the radio show, your seminars without him, and complimented your presentation skills since he couldn’t have congratulated you after class because of Woojin, the girl you had been partners with, and Donghyun who had pulled you out of the room before he had realized. Blushing, you apologized for your best friend’s behavior and he reassured you it was fine. Sure, it hurt his feelings that his friend had openly taken your side, but he was also grateful that the younger boy had been there for you.

Without taking detours and competing which one of you could take smaller steps, the walk to your dorm felt shorter than Woong remembered, but he didn’t complain or ask you to stay outside for a bit longer. The boy would have liked to believe that his consideration was why you smiled at him so brightly before you bid your goodbye.

Your individual decisions might have damaged your relationship. Yet, your actions gave him hope that it wasn’t beyond repair.

You were as stubborn as a mule. Or maybe, you were just afraid of disappointing your best friend, but it took you longer than any of your friends would have predicted to get back together with Woong.

The night he had told you that he had broken up with Hari, you had been doubtful and so had been Woojin whom you had called up as soon as you had gotten in your room. You had been in desperate need of advice and you had known he had had a movie night with Donghyun, so it had been like killing two birds with one stone: you had gotten both the pros and the cons of letting Woong back into your life in a span of one and a half hour.

What had convinced you to not push him away in the end had been the same thing that had made you sit behind your desk in your dorm room exactly one hundred and fifty days later to write him your own love letter for Sunday: you loved him and you had regretted not holding on to him firmly on each day he had been with someone else.

Before Woong, you had thought that 100th and 1000th day’s anniversaries were only excuses to be a bit more romantic, to spice things up with your partner, and while you were still a bit skeptical, you believed your relationship with the now-brown-haired boy was still exciting and fun enough to not need tricks and aids like these. Nonetheless, you were hyped about your celebration dinner on Sunday and the amusement park you had bought tickets to weeks before your date.

Despite laughing your ass off at Lotte World and filling your tummy with delicious snacks in the shade between two rides, you thought the park itself was overpriced, but it was a special day and the memories were worth every won - thank goodness Woojin had let you tutor two of his students who were preparing for CSATs, you had definitely needed the extra pocket money.

‘Are you ready for the best present anyone has ever given you?’ Your boyfriend asked once you finished your main dishes at the Italian restaurant you had chosen together and you put your elbow on the table, placing your chin atop of your palm, smiling. He looked so proud of himself like a child who had gotten his first shiny star from his homeroom teacher in elementary school. His goofy smile was absolutely adorable.

‘You mean the laptop dad gave me for high school graduation? Nah, I don’t want to leave before dessert,’ you joked, earning an exaggerated groan with your playful attitude, but one look at your boyfriend’s pouty lips was enough to know he wasn’t done with you for real.

‘Very funny,’ Woong grumped, reciprocating your carefree giggles with his own chuckles as he pulled an ocean blue gift bag out of his backpack and shoved it into your hands. ‘Here! Open it!’

You looked down at the small package he had prepared for you, then bit back a smile and took a similar gift bag out of your tote bag in green color.

‘Let’s open them for three!’ You suggested, because no matter how much you wanted to see his reaction and burn it into your memory, you also hated standing under the spotlight and this way you could share it with each other. It was a small sacrifice for comfort - something that your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind.

So you counted to one, two, and three, then pulled every item out of the bag one by one until you had a bunch of self-care products piling up in front of you on the table. Woong hadn’t been joking: it was indeed the best present ever, especially for a busy university student like you whose skin liked to turn into her enemy under stress. He had bought you a box of slime for stress relief, face masks, that fancy vitamin c serum you had been talking about for weeks, a plushie headband, a white USB stick with a winking emoji drawn on one side and the words “you did great, honey” written on the other.

Already overwhelmed, your lips parted when you noticed a light pink envelope.

It wasn’t closed properly, so you could pull the handwritten letter out of it easily, but before you would have started reading it, you stole a glance at your boyfriend and grinned at his similar reaction to your lilac love letter. Gosh, you were both so cheesy.

‘I can’t believe you stole my groundbreaking idea,’ Woong whined, his furrowed eyebrows and sulky voice urging you to roll your eyes with affection.

‘Maybe, you stole mine,’ you retorted, cheeks red like tomatoes when the waiter chose the same moment to walk up to your table with your chocolate cake. You darted your tongue out for good measure.

Not that the old man had any interest in your conversation with your boyfriend or made you feel bad for acting so childish. In fact! He was gone before you could have said thank you for the food.

‘Should we read them now? Not gonna lie, I’m super curious, but if you would rather wait until you’re alone, that’s fine with me, too,’ Woong offered, giving you a chance to save yourself from embarrassment (and most probably, second-hand embarrassment as well), but you wanted to show him just how grateful you were for him as a person… so you gave yourself a quick pep talk and shook your head with pseudo-confidence. Until he was with you, you had nothing to be afraid of, right? And this was your 100th day’s anniversary. When to be crazy and wild if not tonight?

‘Nah, we can read them now,’ you reassured him, waving with your hand as though a single motion could have brushed aside all your worries.

It obviously didn’t work.

You barely reached the end of the first paragraph and your cheeks were already crimson, your heartbeats erratic, and your lips bitten. You couldn’t stop munching on them because of how utterly ridiculous your boyfriend was. Comparing your laugh to a dolphin’s and your eyes to blizzards? Was either of those a positive comparison to begin with?

‘Yah! How could you write so much nonsense about me? I don’t drool like a sick fairy, nor is my snoring adorable. I do not snore, Woong!’ You whined, regretting every real compliment you had given him in your own letter, especially when he shot the most amused grin at you, you had ever seen on his face, then started quoting you, too, just because in his opinion - his words, not yours -, it had been you who had started it.

The rest of your celebration dinner was spent with constant whining, scoffing, and laughing. You both dissed each other for certain words and phrases you had used in your confession such as ethereal, angelic, and your personal favorite: morning voice as smooth as Woong’s to-go strawberry smoothie. You competed to see which one of you was more hopeless based on the months behind your backs and teased one another a bit more when you failed to eat your chocolate cakes without getting some on your faces.

But there were undeniably sweet moments, too, between your playful banters. Like when the boy told you he liked your letter better because it was handwritten and smelled like you. Or when he sat next to you to pull you into his arms as soon as you started crying soundly because of those love yous he had oh so casually written at the end of every paragraph.

‘I love you,’ Woong whispered against your temple, feeding you as though you were a baby, his baby, when you refused to pull away.

‘I love you, too,’ you reciprocated his words immediately, swallowing the cake and shoving a couple of bites into his mouth, too, with your chopsticks.

That night, neither of you knew yet that you had started the tradition of cheesy love letters and exaggerated diss battles that secretly you both liked or that - three years later - this tradition would make it super easy for Woong to ask you to be his for the rest of your lives.

the end.

#woong x you #woong x reader #ab6ix scenarios #jeon woong x you #jeon woong x reader #jeon woong #woong #secret admirer au #college au #ssbyme #ab6ix woong

[sunshine-mango]

take care

idol: kim donghyun (ab6ix)

rating: angst, a little bit of crack

warnings: brief mention of death, light swearing (like literally just two words)

genre: non-idol donghyun, non-idol woong, college au, single parent au

lowercase intended. gif not mine!

donghyun sat at the desk in his cramped studio, tapping his pencil against the open textbook. the words on the pages before him stared back at him as he zoned out. it was something he usually did when he didn’t understand the subject he was reading about. but he always tried his hardest to wrap his mind around it, wanting to pass his class with flying colors.

a loud knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. he wasn’t expecting anyone so he ignored it, hoping whoever was in the hallway would go away so he could focus again. he waited in silence for a few seconds, wondering if whoever knocked had left. he heard a second knock, louder than the first, and a woman calling his name out.

‘so they’re not at the wrong door,’ donghyun thought to himself as he stood from his desk. “coming!” he called out in a singsong voice. he walked over to the door and looked through the peephole before reaching for the doorknob.

much to his dismay, the hallway was empty. annoyed and refusing to open the door, he walked back to his room, muttering to himself about how annoying his friends were for distracting him while he studies. everyone in donghyun’s circle knew he was a jokester and loved to play pranks and be pranked. they also knew that when it came down to school, he was passionate about getting the best grades possible so he hated when they would interrupt him while studying or doing homework.

just as he was about to sit down to resume his studies, another harsh knock rang through the apartment. this time, donghyun ran to the door, hoping to open it before his friend could find somewhere to hide, but he was met with an empty hallway once again. he looked to his sides and tried to figure out which direction his friend could’ve ran in or where they could be hiding.

donghyun heard a small hiccup from underneath him and slowly looked down, scared of what could’ve possibly made that noise. he gasped when his eyes landed on a carriage in front of him. it was covered with a light yellow blanket and there was a backpack leaning against it. holding his breath, he knelt down and lifted the blanket, nearly letting out a shriek when he saw a baby looking back at him. there was a note taped to one of the toys next to the baby so he picked it off to read it.

kim donghyun,

this is your daughter. her name is jiwoo. she’s only a year old and she loves the pine tree lullaby, bright colors and milk. i’ve watched her for as long as i could but now it’s your turn. please take care of her for me. goodbye.

seo jiyoung.

after reading the note, he took another look around the hallway, expecting one of his friends to pop out from around the corner, laughing and smiling for pulling off this prank. he put the note in his pocket and grabbed the baby’s hand. “who brought you here? was it woong hyung?” he asked.

when the baby blinked as a response, he chuckled to himself for thinking she was going to be able to reply. he stood up straight and hollered down the hallway, “hyung, this was a good prank but you should really take the child back to her mom.”

there was no response. at least not from woong like donghyun expected. instead, the only thing he heard were the loud cries of the baby by his feet. embarrassed by the looks of shame he got from his neighbors who were walking out to complain, he grabbed the carriage and backpack and took them both into his tiny apartment.

the baby was still crying when donghyun set the carriage on top of the coffee table in the living room. he grabbed a toy from her lap and shook it in front of her, hoping to get her to stop crying but ultimately failing. “no toys? okay… are you tired? you’re probably tired.” he mumbled, mostly to himself. he rocked the carriage back and forth but again, failed to calm her down. “you’re probably hungry then. do you like kimchi? i have a lot in the fridge, i’ll bring some… for you...”

before donghyun could run to the kitchen, he noticed the baby didn’t even have teeth yet. only then he realized the baby could only have milk. panic began to kick in since he didn’t have any baby bottles or formula. he wasn’t ready at all to be in this kind of situation. all he had were the tell-tale signs of an incoming panic attack, a backpack and a crying baby in front of him.

‘the backpack! there should be something useful in it.’ he exclaimed as he dumped its contents onto the table. clothes, clothes and more clothes. ‘no fucking way.’ he mumbled, not knowing if he wanted to laugh or cry at the sight. he checked the pockets of the backpack, hoping to find anything other than clothes. he was surprised with how spacious the backpack was since he managed to find wipes, diapers, rash ointment, formula and two pink bottles filled with water. ‘oh, thank god.’

he quickly skimmed through the directions on the formula container and poured some powder into one of the bottles, shaking it up as he shushed the baby. however, she did not seem to be hungry. she turned away from wherever the bottle was and continued to cry. so she wasn’t hungry or tired. donghyun gulped when he realized she could possibly be crying because of a full diaper. he had never changed a diaper in his life, much less picked a baby up. he let some tears run down his cheeks and accepted his defeat as he began to cry with the baby.

donghyun’s phone rang from his bedroom so he reluctantly went after it, wiping his tears away and clearing his throat so it wouldn’t be obvious that he had been crying, mostly out of frustration. the caller id was one he least expected to see but he had never clicked on the answer button so fast.

“why the fuck did you leave your baby on my doorstep, huh? do you really think i’m going to take care of her while you’re out doing god knows what.” donghyun yelled into the phone, not even bothering to say hello. “you better come back and take her.”

“donghyun-ah, she’s your baby too. you can get a dna test if you don’t believe me.” jiyoung informed him. “i’m calling because i can’t take care of jiwoo anymore. i-” she paused to take in a deep breath. “i don’t have a lot of time left.”

“what? what do you mean?” donghyun asked but jiyoung didn’t reply. there was a moment of silence between the two but within that time, he heard a heartbeat monitor in the background, beeping every couple seconds, which led him to assume the worst.

“please, take care of her for me.” jiyoung whispered. her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry. “sing the lullaby to her when she cries. let her know that i loved her and don’t let her be sad, ever. if you do these things for me, you’ll do great, i just know it.” she croaked.

before donghyun could interject, jiyoung hung up. the faint sound of her monitor was replaced by the baby’s crying. donghyun sighed in disbelief and tears pricked his eyes once again. he wanted to run to the hospital to see her one last time but he didn’t know which hospital she was in or if she was even in daejeon. he lost touch with her after their argument and she blocked his number the second she stormed out of his apartment.

now that there was a baby in front of him, he wanted to know whether or not she was actually his daughter. if she was, he was going to make it his job to give her anything and everything she wanted. if it was jiyoung’s dying wish for their baby to live a happy life, then he was going to make sure that happened.

but for now, he would have to conquer his fear of babies and pick her up to check her diaper. “jiwoo? hm, your mom picked out a cute name.” donghyun nervously rambled as he scooped her out of the carriage. he held her up and turned her over to sniff the bottom area. ‘well, it doesn’t smell bad...’

by then, jiwoo was no longer crying. she stared at donghyun with big brown eyes and a pout. “what’s wrong? did all that crying make you hungry? i would be if i were you.” donghyun joked. “um, hold on.” he awkwardly turned her around and brought her to his chest, trying his best to imitate the way women carry babies like he’s seen on tv.

jiwoo’s head rested on the crook of donghyun’s arm and his hand held her legs up. she didn’t seem uncomfortable so he figured he was doing something right. with his free hand, he reached for the bottle he made earlier and held it up to her, “there you go. eat up… or drink up, i guess.” he uttered, smiling in victory when she began to drink the milk.

in the middle of feeding, the door to the apartment swung open and in came woong with food and drinks. “is that a baby? like a real life baby?” he asked as he slipped his shoes off at the entrance.

“no, it’s a cat.” donghyun remarked, not tearing his eyes away from jiwoo. with each second that passed, he secretly hoped he wasn’t being pranked anymore. he was surprisingly really starting to like her. “yes, it’s a baby.”

“what are you doing with a baby? i thought you hated them.” woong commented. he took a seat next to donghyun and glanced at jiwoo. her eyelids were starting to close with each sip. “oh, she’s falling asleep. how cute.” he whispered. “whose is it anyway?”

“have you talked to jiyoung lately?” donghyun asked, halfheartedly disregarding woong’s question.

woong quietly took out the contents of the bags and set them wherever they could fit on the coffee table. since it was mostly occupied by the carriage and a bunch of baby stuff, he stacked the plates on a small space on the table and set the drinks on the floor. he shook his head as he opened one of the bottles. “nope, but i heard she’s in the hospital.”

donghyun finally broke eye contact with jiwoo and turned to woong in shock. “she’s where!?” why?” he tried hard to stop himself from shouting and getting up in a rush because of jiwoo. when he spoke to jiyoung, there was still some doubt in the back of his mind. he couldn’t help but think he was still being pranked, knowing how much his friends liked to joke around.

“she got in a really bad car accident a few days ago. eunjin said she had to get surgery as soon as she was rushed in but the doctors told her things weren’t looking too good.” woong informed donghyun with a frown before taking another swig of his drink. “why do you care so much anyway? she dumped you like a year ag- oh…” he pursed his lips together after connecting the dots, letting an uncomfortable silence fill the room.

donghyun carefully pulled the bottle away from jiwoo when he noticed she had finished her milk. he tossed it to the side and turned to woong. “can you get that blanket and lay it on the floor?” he asked, turning his head towards the blanket in the carriage.

“don’t put her on the floor, idiot.” woong laughed, taking the balled up blanket and spreading it out on one of the couch cushions. “there. put her, like… in the corner… so she won’t roll off.” he smiled, proud of himself and his work.

donghyun carefully laid jiwoo on the couch as woong had instructed, not wanting to wake her up. he smiled in satisfaction and stood next to woong. the two watched jiwoo sleep peacefully for a few seconds. “all of this better not be some sick prank.” he mentioned.

“don’t tell me you like the baby...” woong groaned as donghyun slowly but surely nodded. the smile on his face never once faded. “you should probably go see jiyoung before it’s too late then.”

donghyun’s smile quickly faded when he remembered what she told him over the phone just less than an hour ago. he turned to woong again but with a sense of urgency this time. “where is she? which hospital?” he asked, running to the front door and putting on his shoes.

“uh, konyang?” woong answered, scratching the back of his head as if he wasn’t entirely sure. “wait, the baby!” he called out but it was too late, donghyun was already out the door.

#ab6ix au #kim donghyun #ab6ix donghyun #jeon woong #ab6ix woong #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix fic

[imagineurfavs]

ab6ix ot5 mtl to be open to having a threesome???

(not including Daehwi just yet, even though he’s 20 now i still feel a little weird writing smut for him...maybe a bit later lol)

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Woong

Donghyun

Youngmin

Woojin

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Woong strikes me as the most open sexually out of the members so I honestly think he’d jump at the chance lol. I don’t think the gender of the third person is something that would bother him all that much either, he’d be open to doing stuff with pretty much any gender, he’s confident that he can get anyone off lol. He’d never say it, but he almost sees it as a little bit of a competition lol, like who can please you the most kinda thing dfgdf

I feel like Donghyun would still be somewhat open to it, but I dont think he’d be down with bringing another male into the scenario. It might make him feel a little bit insecure in himself and his skills if he saw another man doing what he always thought only he could do to you. He does like it from a body worship angle though lol, seeing you having two people tending to your every need, seeing you so overwhelmed by pleasure from multiple angles just gets him so worked up sfgfgdf

Youngmin would really take some convincing. He’s a little bit shy with sex as a whole so like, if he could be assured the third person was trustworthy and wouldn't go telling everyone about it, then maybe. I feel like he’d do it moreso to please you if it was something you really wanted to try, not bc it was something he himself was interested in. He’d be a little shy during the act so I feel like he’d be a little bit more on the sidelines in the whole thing, rather than a full on participant, or like, he’d wanna kinda...take turns(?) as opposed to it just be all three people at the same time lol.

I really dont think that Woojin wouldn’t ever really be open to anything like this tbh. To him sex is something very personal and private, so bringing in a third person feels like he’s somehow lessening the intimacy of the whole moment. It’s not that he’s worried of the other person somehow being better than him, or snatching you away from him, it’s just a matter of him not wanting someone else in his own personal lil piece of heaven yknow lol

#ab6ix smut #ab6ix reactions #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix imagines #woong smut #jeon woong smut #donghyun smut #woojin smut #kim donghyun smut #park woojin smut

[zerot0all]

32 & 33 with woong please❤️❤️❤️❤️

32. “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

33. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂

It was embarrassing, the lustful need you had whenever Woong was around. A simple touch from him made you crazy with passion, but he knew that. He used that exact power to own you. Heart, body and soul.

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” He hissed harshly against your bare skin. You laid naked in bed, your hands rounded into fist at your sides in hopes to release some sort of stress as Woong hovered above. He liked teasing you till the point of no return, and in a sick and twisted way, you did too.

Woong had two fingers stroking your most sensitive bud , making you see stars as he stopped then continued. The pleasure of the game was to tease you.. willingly. Knuckles deep into your tight core only to have you gasp for air, almost begging for more.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

You heard his chuckle, he had caught on to your bluntly desperation so soon. It may seem you were in dire need to reach your climax, but Woong was just beginning with his torture.

#admin ms #AB6IX smut #ab6ix woong #AB6IX one shot #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix imagines #ab6ix drabbles #kpop prompts