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hskwon · 1 year

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签售会!: BOOK SIGNING!

pairing: actor!mingyu x writer!reader

genre: fluff, crack

金明玉: he wanted to publicize your relationship, but tried doing it lowkey.

you click save and stretched your arms, you saw your best friend, a writer like you lying on your bed. he's a one lazy author, the one who updates one chapter a month, it's would have been good if he have someone to be an inspiration.

"inspiration? i think it's the book i read these days, it's really well written." mingyu an actor and idol, who's completely smitten by an author he never met before.

he just adore your book so much, how good you put your thoughts in words, and how it was really well written. he's a fan, his own fans noticed it too of how often he reads your books and talk about it.

you're a famous author anyways, so his fans really don't give it some meaning behind, they're a fan as well. the fans actually wants to meet you in a book signing.

"are you sure you'll start your book signing this saturday?" jeonghan asked, a fellow author like you.

you're the opposites, you're an active writer, posting updates every week or every two weeks while he posts every two months or three. he's a lazy author but his pieces, such as mystery and thriller, are really brain tester.

he's good at making twists and laughs maniacally every time his reader loses their mind. "you're not gonna run away from it, aren't you?" jeonghan laughs, pointing at you with suspicion in his eyes.

"i wanna run away." you said, "i'm nervous, what if they thought i am pretty but i'm actually not?! the disappointment, it's pressuring me!"

"hehe."

"don't hehe me, you maniac!" you threw your scratch paper at him as he rolls on your bed with pillows in his arms. "okay, okay. i'll give you pro tips, don't ever give your number to your fans whoever they might be. they won't stop texting or calling you." jeonghan said nodding his head with his eyes close, as if he's making a good point and tip.

"oh? that's probably based on experience."

"it's that fanboy who loves pizza who posted my number on his twitter account, then my fans called me until i changed my number." jeonghan defended himself, he felt betrayed trusting that innocent looking infp boy who loves pizza.

"it was recommended by my co-actor, wonwoo. he loves reading even when we're in the set while doing make-up or free time. he read books everywhere." mingyu laughs, looking at the comments.

"are u going in their book signing this saturday?"

"they have book signing this week?!" mingyu asked immediately snatching his phone to search up your pen name. his eyes widened looking at the infos.

"woah, is he that busy to miss the news of his favourite author?"

"i hope the author's a guy!"

"i'm pretty sure the author is a girl, amazing fictional men are often written by woman."

he stood up and walked out of the frame to celebrate behind the scene, his fans already knew what he's doing though, they expected it from him. "i'm back, ehem i don't know if i could attend it tho i have a really tight schedule."

"what do you mean you have tight schedule when you lie on my bed everyday?!" you exclaimed at jeonghan, which he just laughs about. he doesn't want to come with you in your book signing.

"think about it, they've seen me before, it would be a scandal if they saw us together the next time. you don't know how the people thinks," jeonghan said.

"so you'll abandon me alone??..." your voice fading away, putting away the books on your table as he follows you explaining his side.

"hehe." you giggled, walking beside jeonghan, you're both on your way to the event area. he still come along with you, he felt guilty since it's your first time holding a book signing event and you're his bestfriend.

"don't giggle, it's not funny," he scoffs under his mask, he's disguised like a staff of the event despite his disguise though, some recognized him.

"i look good don't i?" mingyu asked his manager who sighed tiredly at him, "you do know your schedule is still packed yet you slip your so-called 'important event' into your sched?"

"i do know" mingyu smiled confidently.

you ready your smile asking your bestfriend if it looks good yet he laughs at you, "it's alright, if they don't like it then frown at them" he jokes while fixing his cap.

"hmm, what was that? there's a lot of people there, look" jeonghan pointed at the black car with girls surrounding it.

"oh come on, don't tell me there's a famous person there, they'll steal my readers!" you gasp, looking disappointed already.

jeonghan assured you that it'll not happen pushing you inside the event hall before the fans gets in, you fix yourself after a few minutes you see a lot of people holding a book written by you walking inside.

it's starting.

after your name is called, you walk into the stage hearing loud cheers and clap as well as shock reactions from the crowd, your thoughts is just about running away, did they thought you're a guy and is disappointed that you're not? do they thought you're ugly?

you look around the crowd seeing a tall guy holding his phone with a written phrase "you look pretty, smile"

you immediately smiled and nod, some of the audience looks at where you nodded, still cheering at you. there's quick interview as a introduction and you think you did good it seems going well.

it's finally time to sign the books, a teenager still wearing a uniform stand in front of you holding out two of your books, "i want to buy more of your books but my allowance only allows me to buy two. i really like your works,"

her cheeks are red as she smiles at you, you smiled, "i'll upload soft copies so you can read it without spending money," you said signing the books.

you bid goodbye to her as the people keeps moving forward, they're a lot to be honest. you always look around to see if your friend is still there, of course he is. but he's chilling with his phone at the side.

finally it's the tall guy earlier. "hello—oh it's my debut book" your eyes lit up. "the first story i wrote." you laughed. "you're a good writer, i admire you" he said his voice is quite attractive and familiar.

"your name?" you smiled after writing your signature. "kim mingyu" he answered. you tilted your head and write it down despite thinking about the actor, someone you know named like it.

"..."

"i expected you would be a girl but i'm still shock and starstruck." he laughs nervously, "you sound like someone i heard before."

"your boyfriend?"

"yea—huh?" her eyes widened, how can you not noticed, are your eyes playing tricks. no way your actor boyfriend will come here risking his career and time. "w-what are you doing here?" you whispered.

"i'm a fan," he said.

after that exchange, you know a lot of people recognized him, he left after taking an autograph from you against his will he needed to leave immediately.

"oh no—" he's posted in the social media attending your fansign, "oh— it's alright! they didn't mention that we might be dating, thank god!" you sighed in relief, but he's pouting like a kid.

you're facetiming him, but all he does is murmur and talk about how there's nothing wrong with being mistaken for a couple because they actually are.

"we can just tell them, they'll understand —"

"we already talked about this, mingyu. i can't just ruin your career. sure, there are still fans who'll support you, but some of them will hate you and make rumors about you that may cause your downfall."

"but—"

"you know i can't afford being the reason for your career's downfall."

"i'm not scared of downfall. i'm scared of losing my chances, i want to cherish every moment with you, every kiss, every place we go together. i want you to become comfortable being with me," his eyes looking into yours with sincerity. "can we?"

"are you sure?" you asked after a long pause.

"HEADLINE: Actor Kim Mingyu revealed on his Instagram post that he's in a healthy relationship with a book author L/N Y/N"

"love," he grabbed your hands and made you sit on his lap and kiss your lips. "don't be anxious," he laughs as he glides his hand on your back, rubbing circles to give you assurance and comfort. "we'll be fine," you whispered.

"we'll be fine," he said firmly, smiling while looking into your eyes with the most loving and comforting look in his eyes. you smiled back.

"should i use this as my new book's plot? this will sell a lot," you said, causing him to laugh.

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hskwon · 2 years

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全圆佑: DEEP SLEEP

随机的: HSKT 001 [wonwoo x reader]

you caress his skin with your thumb as you gently entwine your fingers in his hands. as the heavy rain continued to fall outside, you were both wrapped in a blanket, your eyes closed and your head resting on his broad shoulder.

his quiet yet calm voice will be heard through your ears as he reads the book to you; his deep voice that sounds too attractive, making it difficult for you to focus on the story of the book itself.

you fought the urge to sleep on him but eventually succumbed and dozed off because of his calming and relaxing voice.

he noticed how calm and relaxed your breathing was next to him knowing that you finally fell asleep. even while you were sleeping, your hands were still clasped to his, keeping it warm and occupied.

despite the risk of having his shoulders numb, he chose to let you sleep on his shoulder rather than wake you from your deep sleep. your smile will nonetheless be his reward for this small effort.

he carried on till he had finished the book. with a small satisfied smile, he reread the part where he related the most.

"he thought that he would never experience the feeling of getting everything he wanted in his life until he held her hand."

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hskwon · 2 years

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is the language u use for the title of ur stories japanese or chinese? bc i am confused hehe

hey, love! i use chinese language with my stories's title, which may appear to be japanese because the japanese language uses chinese characters.

#hskwon answers ✧ω✧

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hskwon · 2 years

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更甜: SWEETER

pairing : boyfriend!chan x gn!reader

genre: fluff.

warning(s): just some making out. this is just short.

李燦: he can't stop himself from tasting your lips over and over again after having your full attention.

you sat at your desk, paperwork in your hands and a laptop in front of you. you hadn't changed out of your work attire, and your partner seemed to be vying for your attention.

with a scowl on his lips, he's seated alongside you in his own swivel chair, tugging on your clothes. you simply took his hands in yours and mumbled a 'sorry'.

"i'll just finish this, love," you whispered as you kissed his hands. you didn't let go of his hand while working, and he waited beside you, watching you work.

he's been staring at your lips and the way you bite them while you're focused on your work. it's attractive, excessively attractive. "done!" you exclaimed, turning to face your boyfriend and squeezing his cheeks. he's now grinning broadly. "all right, I'll just take a bath," she says.

he pouted once more, his smile vanishing. you pinched his cheeks and murmured, "it'll be quick." he's adorable without even trying.

you return to the living room to find chan sitting on the couch in his black shirt, which although being a plain shirt, always looks stunning on him. he opened his arms for you as you approached him and hugged him.

he's under you, giggling, since you've thrown all your weight on him and both of you have flopped down on the couch. "am i heavy?" you asked, and he nods, causing you to smack his chest, while he simply chuckles.

when you both fell deeper in each other's eyes, the television that was playing in front of both of you went unnoticed. he clutches your waist, swallowing at how close your face is, how kissable your lips look, and how he was only an inch away from kissing you.

you pressed your lips against his, caressing his cheeks. It was quite cozy and warm. his lips have a sweet taste to it, and you can't help but become addicted to them. he sat down without breaking your kiss, you on his lap, his hands traveling down your back while the other grabs your chin, dominantly taking the lead.

he groans in pleasure as you open your mouth, fighting his tongue with yours, your hands grasping his hair and shirt. the kiss wasn't too hard or too soft, just the way you like it.

the sound of the doorbell interrupts you two, and you give him a quick peck on the lips, your lips departing his with an apologetic look. you get out of his lap, but he doesn't let go of your hands. he's pouting like a toddler who has lost his toy.

you laughed at him and replied, "it was my honey bread, love."

he tugged on the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt. "you have other honey now?" he whispered.

"i can't believe you will leave me for a bread." he continued, his hands still clutching your sleeves. "go then," he said.

"you're still grabbing me," you said as you yanked his hands away and dashed off to get the honey bread you'd ordered. he discreetly grins at how quickly you rush to your order and how adorable you look.

"do you want some?" you asked as you ran back, opening the food and chewing into one. he merely nods and gets one as well.

he can't take his gaze away from your lips. your lips appear slightly swollen and redder as a result of the kiss. when he realizes what he's doing, he chokes on his food. what is he thinking?!

you looked worried. he finally calmed down and stated, "i'm okay!" his gaze has shifted to his bread, and he is no longer looking at you. "does it taste good? i suppose yes!"

"it does. you have a taste," he replied, chewing and glancing at the television. you keep talking to him, but he never looks at you, which makes you feel uneasy.

"lee chan," you grumbled, his body tensing at the mention of his full name. everything happened too quickly, his lips now on yours, and you were stunned and flustered.

"i've been waiting to initiate the kiss, but you always beat me to it," he whispered suddenly, the taste of the honey bread washed away by your lips. if he compares your lips with honey, your lips are sweeter, and he'll never grow tired of tasting them.

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hskwon · 2 years

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我很健忘: I'M OBLIVIOUS

pairing: oblivious!junhui x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack.

月俊輝: you've always been obvious, while he's always been oblivious. you suddenly thought he doesn't like you, so you stop hitting on him, resulting in him being punched by his friends.

you throw a paper on his table when the professor turn his back, pretending to write on your notebook you sneak a peak on junhui. he shoots it on the trashbin causing your eyes to widen, it's not supposed to be like that.

you close your eyes in irritation, you want to have lunch with him and ask him through the paper yet he throw it on the bin as if what you just wrote is a trash. you pout your lips.

he's always been so oblivious that you'd assume he's dumb, but he's simply an airhead most the time. if he doesn't want to work his brain, it won't, and he doesn't want to make it work most of the time.

you clutch the strap of your backpack while you wait for jun to finish buying at the convenience store. you're standing outside, checking to see if he's already in the cashier's line. the door opened, exposing jun, who is approaching you.

"hold my bag because you make me wait here," you replied stretching your arms and limbs as you removed your bag and tossed it to jun. he reaches out the plastic bag and hands it to you.

"it's for you," he remarked, and you teasingly smiled back, "it's for me? you didn't need to get me—" you were cut off when hoshi and minghao called jun.

"come here quickly! i bought you something!" he exclaimed, sprinting towards his friends while carrying your bag in front of him. you came to a halt, pressing your lips together and huffing.

he's like this to everyone then, you always thought he was giving you special treatment and is just like this to you, only to discover that he's like this to everyone he's close to.

while jun and hoshi jumped around with the plastic bags in their hands, you waved lazily at minghao. He simply nods and waves back. you dash towards them, and when you get there, minghao pats your back.

"relax, he'll realize soon," he said, and you just smiled. "perhaps that soon, i've already given up," you muttered.

"you? give up? those are three words that can't be in the same sentence," hoshi murmured in the distance, while jun simply nodded without grasping the topic.

"sometimes i simply wanted to beat hoshi's head against the wall," you said, somewhat chuckling. when you check inside the plastic bag, you see your favorite drink and chips with some sweets.

you're riding your bike at a breakneck pace. jun was walking with minghao and hoshi, and he looked as great as ever. you averted your gaze and continued pedaling your bicycle past them. you could even hear them calling your name.

"she didn't slap your back this time. i'm not sure if you should be grateful or worried," hoshi stated, tilting his head. it's your manner of greeting jun.

"perhaps she didn't notice us," jun said, yawning as if still tired.

it's almost lunchtime, and you look across to jun, who is staring at you. he's probably dozing out. you've already stopped dropping hints and treating him differently than others, and you'll just like him silently now.

you stood up and walked beside jun after the bell rang. "move quickly, the cafeteria will be packed soon," you said, walking first. he looks up as he notices you walking away. you used to have to wait for him to clean his things. it was a little strange.

"where's jun?" hoshi said, his chopsticks in his mouth. "he's on his way," you said as you sat alongside minghao with your tray.

"you didn't wait for him?" minghao questioned, his brow furrowed, realizing that what you said yesterday seemed true. you nod while chewing your food.

"you want?" you questioned, ready to place your dish on his plate, but he only nods hesitantly, and you give one to soonyoung as well. jun finally arrives with his own tray, ready to seat next to you, but you've already joined minghao.

he sat down next to soonyoung, saying, "i want one too." you looked at his lunch, he takes the same ones as you. "but you already—" you grumbled and handed it up.

the sun was already lowering as you walked outside the gate with the group, "i'll leave now!" you exclaimed, already getting into your bike when they asked, "it's too early, we're going to the convenience store right?" jun said.

you take your gaze away from his eyes, which appear to be on the verge of tears, and look at your phone, saying you have dinner with your family today. "i really need to leave, maybe next time!" you waved as you pedaled your bike away.

jun stood there watching you pedal your bike and wave to your classmates, who laughed at you when you exclaimed that you look famous right now because so many students are waving at you.

"is she mad at me?" jun wondered as he ate an ice cream cone outside the convenience store. "we are!" hoshi said, slamming his palm into jun's back.

"you're pretty naive," minghao replied, biting the popsicle stick in his mouth. he pat jun's back, feeling sorry for you.

"he's so oblivious," hao pursed his lips at hoshi, who just laughs. "you have feelings for her, don't you?" hoshi asked.

"i do," jun replied, his head tilted in confusion.

"romantically?" minghao queried, lifting his brows, and jun nodded, leading minghao to grin. "let's talk. let's go to jun's house!" hoshi screamed, sprinting over to jun's.

"you just want to empty his fridge again!" minghao exclaimed as he ran towards them.

you rode your bike to school again, this time with headphones on, so you could reason why you didn't answer to hoshi and minghao. you cast a glance at jun, who is standing outside the school gate with minghao and hoshi.

you instantly come to a halt and take off your headphones. "what happened to your face?" you inquired, noticing a little cut on his cheekbones. you took a bandaid from your pocket and placed it on his face.

"see, we have cuts too," hoshi says, pointing to his nose, which has a minor cut. before driving away, you throw a bandaid at minghao and pat hoshi's shoulder.

"tell me what happened later!" you yelled as you replaced your headphones.

you're scolding yourself for caring about him again. it's like it's an instinct of yours to look after him when he's in need. you get worried about all the little things about jun, and you absolutely loathe how you can't just pretend you don't.

jun is standing there with his fingers on his cheeks. "see, she likes you. ah, these fake wounds, should i remove them?" hoshi asked, as minghao scoffed. "i'll cover this fake wound with the bandaid so she doesn't suspect anything."

hoshi pouts, "she didn't give me one." minghao shoved another bandaid into hoshi's forehead, you still give him one, but give it both to minghao.

jun smiled broadly today, despite the fact that hoshi and minghao punched him on purpose yesterday when they claimed they'd have a conversation. the punch is deserving of your attention. It's all part of the plan, to make him realize how differently he was treated than your closest friends.

you're looking at the board without paying attention when a crumpled piece of paper appears on your table, "let's eat lunch together." when you glance around for someone who will toss something on your table, your gaze is drawn to jun, who is widely smiling and mouthing that he's already hungry.

you nod and tilt your head, he's acting strange today. he appears to have changed only slightly, yet he changed far too quickly. it's only been one day since you stopped talking about your feelings, yet here he is again, appealing to you, breaching the boundaries, the wall, you built.

"what's up today? where did you get that bruise?" you inquired. "we tried to rescue a cat yesterday on the tree, we fell and got bruises," he lied, innocently smiling as if he hadn't just lied to your face.

"is the cat okay?" you inquired, clearly concerned. "i'm fine," he replied, a charming grin on his face. you hit his shoulder and outpaced him. he sprints at you, while you flee.

you're already on your bike after school, waving at the two while observing jun is nowhere to be found. "where's jun?" you said of the two, who both pointed behind you. you have a look at where they mention seeing jun on a bicycle.

"are you going home as well?" you asked, suspicious. "i'm heading to your home," he said, munching on a piece of food in his hand. he's still hungry. after you two ran around, you lost track of time, and the cafeteria's food was already gone, leaving you both starving.

you finally came to a halt in front of your house after driving home side by side with jun. "i guess thanks for escorting me," you said, "go home safe, go home before mom sees you."

"does your mother hate me?" he wondered, tilting his head. "no, she'll love you, which is why you should leave," you say as you push jun away. he has no choice but to pedal his bike. you yelled, "don't come back!" as he waved at you.

you are lying on your bed. he's been acting strange lately. it's been a week and he's still doing what you used to do to him. you aren't as oblivious as he is, but you're not sure if he's acting this way because he thinks you're mad or because he likes you as well.

you get up, getting ready for the squad's bonding event at an amusement park. it's usually in the arcade, and this is the first time the location has changed, so you'll undoubtedly come.

on your way to the park, you commute. it wasn't congested, and the weather is nice, so you're feeling okay today. you're dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, pants, and the converse sneakers jun gave you.

you finally arrive at the park, only seeing jun at the entrance. you pay the driver and move towards jun, asking, "where are the two?"

"hao said he can't come since his mom called and wants to go on a date with him today," jun shrugged at you.

"where the hell is hoshi?" you inquired. "he has LBM," you sighed in answer to jun's response. you aren't that stupid. you know the two plotted this, forcing you to spend the entire day with each other.

you were ready to tell jun that it had been canceled when you looked at him, he looks gorgeous even though his outfit is so simple, and the sun shining on his skin made him look more attractive. even the sun likes him.

"let's go. it'd be a waste to spend money coming here just to go home," you remarked, clearing your throat and leading the way.

you didn't anticipate it to be fun; you expected it to be awkward. "this looks cute," you said, pointing to the cat ears headband. he hums while putting his hands in his pockets. he lowered himself and placed his face beside you.

"it looks cute, i'll buy it," he replied, kissing your cheeks. you hiccuped and jumped away from him. he merely laughs as he pays for the headpiece.

just one more and you know you'll malfunction on the spot. "you look like a cute couple. marry each other while you're young so you can enjoy your honeymoon," the grandmother remarked, causing you to hiccup again as your cheeks heated up.

jun puts your hands down so as not to offend the elderly. his hands are so delicate, gently caressing yours. you're hiccuping continuously and staring at his face without saying anything. what did he do to break you?

you have no idea what you said, but he appears shocked, his eyes widened, his cheeks reddened, and he grinned at you. "i like you too though," he added, clutching your waist and kissing your forehead.

all of this came to mind suddenly, how he regards you differently than others. you realized you're just as stupid as he is.

he doesn't know how to ride a bicycle, but since you mentioned it, he's been learning and has even escorted you home the last time.

he knows what your favorite drinks are and buys them every time you go to the convenience store.

he doesn't like going on night walks since he prefers to go home early, but when you said you'd go on night walks with minghao and hoshi, he agreed.

when you look at him, your eyes watered. "i'm too oblivious," you mumbled, gently kissing his lips while tipping your toes and clutching your hands on his shirt.

minghao, on the other hand, pulled hoshi around in his clothing. "give them privacy, dumbass," minghao replied, noting that watching them from distance was exhausting. he couldn't believe he'd done something like this for those two. he even lied about going on a date with his mother.

"i even lie about my mother," minghao whispered, garnering a pout from hoshi, causing minghao to laugh as he remembered the excuse he created.

"i have explosive diarrhea, bro."

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hskwon · 2 years

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挫折: FRUSTRATIONS

pairings: colleague!jeonghan x office worker!reader

genre: fluff, office romance

尹正漢: you finally let out all your frustration to your senior colleague who have been making you repeat your designs.

the papers on your table, which were once organized, are now mixed up and out of order. the coffee on your table appears to have lost its steaminess. you're asking what happened? yoon jeonghan happened.

he smiled at you as he walked past your table, sipping his coffee. you're both an architect, and he seems to despise you and your ideas so much that he continues pointing out defects in your design that are both impossible and possible.

you're thinking a new design—no, thinking why you're here, how did you wind yourself here? 'fighting!' he whispers as he leans back in his chair. ' in the way of your progress. you cleaned your table with your middle finger raised.

he chuckles at your response. he enjoys it, and teasing you is a form of enjoyment for him. he has no idea what you two are called, enemies? colleagues? he doesn't like any of it and truly wants to be friends with you.

"you're through with your work?" dino patted jeonghan, who was just sitting in his chair, scribbling on his sticky notes. he replied without glancing up at dino, "you go, i'll stay for now."

he turns to face you. it's just the two of you on this floor now. he feels bad about rejecting your ideas, especially since you've already completed the bim. he gets up and walks towards you, his bag slung over his shoulder.

"do you need assistance?" he inquired. "from you? shut up," you tightened your jaws, your brow furrowed in annoyance at hearing his voice, you're finishing your bim today and slap his face after.

""why do you keep doing it wrong?" he complained as he drew a swivel chair and sat beside you, assisting you with the 3D model.

"why do you keep seeing my wrong?" you murmured. "because everything is wrong, y/n. don't expect me to see a pretty blossomed flower in a dead field." he remarked, slightly pushing your swivel chair to make room for himself.

the stillness engulfed the entire room, and the guard urged both of you to go home right away, but you both replied no. you're both committed to see this through. after an hour, working silently with him feels easier, and he's doing well as well.

"what do you think?" he said, "why are you asking me? even if I said it's enough you'll reject it again." you said.

"i will not reject something i've worked on," he added, smiling at the finished model. "we'll merely fix these pieces tomorrow," he said, his gaze now fixed on you.

you glance at the time and nod, slipping your bag over your shoulder, shivering from the cold. you look for your favorite pen and ask whether he has used it. he pulled your shoulder close to him, and you're now facing his chest.

you felt your hair fall into your shoulder and back. "it's on your hair."

your cheeks reddened, and you took a step back, almost collapsing to the floor, but you clutched his broad shoulder, his arms encircling your waist, catching you before you fall.

"you appear to be in panic," he grins cheekily at you, teasing you by bringing his face closer to yours, and you stomped on his foot, causing him to release you and groaned in pain.

"yah! i just helped you and you'll just hurt me?" he asked holding onto his foot that you stepped on.

"that was a twist of fate, and thank you mister. i wished you a bad evening," you said, tightening your smile at him before snatching your coat and walking away.

he grabbed his suitcase and followed you. he said goodnight to the guard before sliding and walking to follow you on your route. the guard returned their greeting and wished them a safe ride.

both of you arrived within the front of the building, you swiped on your cellphone checking the time. it is clearly middle of the night and you hadn't eaten some thing yet except cup noodles.

you check the road and see that there is almost nothing crossing it. there's no chance you'll be able to catch a taxi on this road. jeonghan stands next to you, one hand in his pocket, the other carrying his coat and suitcase, and he's just staring at you.

"i have my car with me, so i'll give you a ride," he said, clearing his throat. you didn't look him in the eyes and replied grumbling in annoyance, "no, thank you. i'll just go find a taxi down the street."

"don't be stubborn, it's not like i'm abducting you or something," he grumbled, his lips pursed and his feet swaying back and forth. he sniffed when he felt the cold,

he grabs your hand and walks over to his car. "i already said no! why do you always contradict everything i say and do?! this is all your fault, jeonghan, and now you're guilty?! i've been like this every night, working late at night solely because of your incoherent pranks."

you yelled at him, taking your hands away from his, expressing your annoyance. "i know you despise me, but think about what would happen if you go home alone at this hour!"

"yes, it's my fault you work this late, but it's not a prank y/n. i'm trying hard to keep you so you can keep your work because your designs are veraciously pleasant, but you just don't consider the imperfections!!"

"the design might crumble, and i'm trying to make you realize the wrongs and imperfections of your work!" he yelled back, but not in the way he's been affrighting you,

he takes your wrist and gently places a handkerchief on it before dragging you into his car without saying anything. as he fastens your seatbelt, you remain silent, your tears still rolling.

"you can cry, i won't look," he murmured, turning on the radio to drown out your sobs and starting the car without looking at you. the tears won't stop flowing as you sob louder.

you realized you shouldn't have blamed jeonghan because all he did was help you get better. he's merely irritating, but he cares, and he genuinely enjoys your work, but you're so overcome with negative emotions that you can't help but resent him for causing you to do it.

he opened the car windows once you had steadfastly calmed down, allowing fresh air into the car on this chilly night. as you stared out the window, you said, "thank you..." optically canvassing the stars and the clear firmament, which allowed you to see the moon.

when you got at your house, he pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out of the car before opening your door. "i—i'll wash this and return it to you," you whispered hesitantly as you held up the handkerchief.

"you should eat and rest. don't bottle your feelings like that again, i'm here to take all of your rants," he murmured, patting your shoulder and smiled like an angel.

"i'm sorry for blaming you, sir," you said, bending your head 90 degrees to him. "sir?" he laughed as he snorted at you. "i heard you labeled me a fallen angel. 'sir', what's up now?" he teased you once more.

"y-you're still a fallen angel but..." you're shut off with a pat on your head. "yeah right, at least i'm an angel." he laughed. "go in. i can hear your stomach grumble." he said causing you to kick his legs, which he groaned at.

he sees you enter your home before getting into his car, a smile on his face, remembering your reddened nose and eyes. "you worked hard," he whispered as he closed his window and turned on his radio.

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hskwon · 2 years

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与你: WITH YOU

pairing: student!seungkwan x student!reader

genre: fluff, crack.

note: this is short.

布胜宽: you always rant to your schoolmate, seungkwan, about almost everything. this time, you rant about your 'health' problems to him which causes everything to change.

"i hate that teacher. she always loses my projects, even when they're emailed to her. is she playing games with me?" you slap your hands on the table, making seungkwan shudder slightly.

"she's always like that, she lost mine once and i almost threw my table at her, but i still have manners and respect, so i didn't," he replied, nodding at you while peeling and giving you the orange.

"right? that's what i was thinking, too," you said as you sat back down and ate the orange he handed you.

"at this point, you guys are like couple," mingyu stated as he reached for the orange in your hand, but seungkwan slapped his hand away.

"see! that's exactly what i'm talking about!"

"i'm protecting my orange from your dirty hands," seungkwan remarked, frowning at the guy. "you literally just played basketball and you stink."

"i do?" said mingyu, his eyes widening as he quickly said farewell and changed his clothing.

you continued your ranting about the teacher you were talking about. you were both okay of being friends, it's comfortable ot rant about it with each other.

being seungkwan's friend is fun, you get to talk your problems and he'll get your point already. he's one of the best friends you'll ever have.

you slumped into your seat as seungkwan examined you from head to toe, slightly concerned. "what's wrong?" he inquired. "are you sick or something?" he touches your forehead making you jolt in surprise.

"i think i'm dying, kwan!" you said, slapping his hands away, and he looked at you with furrowed brows, as if you'd just uttered something stupid.

"what is it now?" he questioned, his arms crossed, ready for your next rant. "kwan, i'm getting a weird feeling."

"when i see this person, my heart races as if it's going to burst. i think i have heart problems!" you said. "not only that, but i also feel something in my stomach, i think i need surgery." he catches your head before it even touches the table as you slump into it.

he pushed your head back and stated, "you're in love." "with you?" you asked, tilting your head, he look surprised.

"are you referring to me?" he questions, and you nod. "why... why are you—so honest?" he questioned, his face flushed.

"i thought i was pretty dumb when i didn't believe it when i found out i liked you. " you said, preparing to bang your head against the table once more, and he catches your head.

"can you stop doing that?"

"the what? falling in love?" you rested your chin in his palm which he rapidly remove.

"stop—just stop talking," he sighed in response to your question, which caught him off guard.

you've always been like this, running your mouth without stop unless the person you're badmouthing about is here, but now you're not badmouthing so there's no stop right now.

after witnessing mingyu running towards them, seungkwan massaged his head, there's someone that'll cause more headache to him. he'll never thought he's born in this world just to experience this kind of stress.

"what's up?" mingyu said, "you look so red, kwan."

"what happened to him?" mingyu asked you, "he doesn't like to see you." you said, joking with mingyu he gets it anyways.

he scoffs at you when he sees you smiling at mingyu, as if you hadn't just confessed to him. is he jealous? yes. he won't admit it to you, but he will without a doubt admit it to himself.

you look at seungkwan again after mingyu left because he was called up by his classmates. this time he was staring at you as if he were throwing daggers with his eyes. you stare back while smiling, causing him to laugh a brief, satisfied laugh.

when the bell rang, you gathered your belongings and rose up. "i'll pick you up later, kwan! i'm courting you starting today, okay?" you exclaimed as you sprinted away backwards while waving at him. you collided with a student and apologized laughing slightly.

seungkwan is left standing there, stunned at how direct you are about this and how foolish you are. he wasn't sure how he fell in love with you, but he knew you were peculiar. someone he will treasure for the rest of his life.

he picked up the paper you left in your table while you're ordering food in the cafeteria, it was a list of what a suitor should do to get a yes.

he laughs slightly but feel really special and flustered at how you put your effort on wooing him when he's really already head over heels for you.

you came back snatching the paper from him. "you should stop that, y/n."

"courting you?" you asked.

"yes." he nodded, he doesn't want you to spend your time on wooing him, he wants to woo you and not the other way around.

you just make a cross with your arms causing him to sigh at you, but still smiling at how you look adorable right now. wah, he's falling deeper everyday.

you're courting him, as you claimed. delivering flowers, chocolates, and letters, one of which is a literal letter from the alphabet that made him laugh every day. you appear to be a secret admirer, but not really a secret.

"kwan!" you pedal your bike towards him, "good morning." you said smiling widely, it's still there, the heartbeat, the butterfly or caterpillar doesn't matter what they are as long as they're still in your stomach you're good.

"i told you to stop courting me." he said sighing early in the morning. "i want to meet your family, are they free? and oh, my mom wants to meet you."

"meet who?!" he almost yelled and you just laughed at him causing him to sighed in frustrations. "come here, i'll rant about miss han." he said signalling you to come closer to him.

"miss han? she's really my most not favorite teacher this year." you answered moving close to him.

you waited for him outside the gate, the sun is already setting. he arrives huffing after seeing you standing outside. "why are you waiting here? it's getting late." he scold.

"i want to go home with you." you just answered, pushing another bouquet at him. he chuckles at you. both of you started walking beside each other.

"aren't you going to ask if i am answering you now or not?"

"i'm willing to wait until you're ready to tell me," you murmured as you walked under the moon with him, feeling cold and shivering slightly.

"you're..." he says as he pulls his jacket over your shoulders and turns you to face him. "you're really weird," he said quietly.

"i genuinely like you. i'm serious. i hope you don't think i'm playing with you," you muttered, your gaze falling on his eyes as the streetlight reflected in them.

he finally looked back at you and said, "i have something to tell you." he takes your hand in his and places it on his chest.

"you're making my heart race—also make my blood rise." he said, his gaze fixed on you, laughing slightly at you.

"are you in love or madly in love?" you laugh.

"with you? yes."

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hskwon · 2 years

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坠入你的怀抱: FALLING IN YOUR ARMS

pairing: idol!minghao x idol!reader

genre: fluff, idol au.

徐明浩: it's a long and exhausting day for both of you after dispatch revealed your relationship.

the article immediately goes viral, you both want to reveal it yourselves, but dispatch spends their time exposing your relationship to the world. they continue to squandered their time invading other people's privacy.

it became so widely known that interviewers wanted to talk with both of you. the truth is eventually revealed to the entire world. some people hated your relationship, while others are happy that you finally have one.

"your schedule is full today, and the interviewers are also outside this building," your manager sighed, "so we'll exit through the other door."

you get a message from your partner minghao, who hasn't talked to you about the article since morning and has just texted you as he usually does.

"are you out for a schedule?" he asked, and you replied yes, explaining that you had a busy day ahead of you. he sends you an emoji that says "fighting!" and makes you smile.

with the assistance of bodyguards and your manager, you go towards the other exit, which is likewise encircled by interviewers, after wearing your mask and dark sunglasses. this is due to the fact that it is less crowded than the front exit, which is why your manager chose it.

"are you really dating xu minghao from seventeen?"

"can you confirm if the articles were true?"

"some fans don't appear to approve of your relationship. what are your thoughts?"

you were eventually able to get into the vehicle. after removing your mask and finally breathing better than before, you brush your hair up and remove your glasses. it's only the start, yet it's already exhausting.

you look down at your phone once more. "will my company bighit and pledis confirm this?" you queried your manager. "i guess they will today, because you two were too blatant to deny it."

"are we really obvious?" you whispered, leading your manager to chuckle at you. "i warned him to stop staring at me when we're in an award show," you mumbled.

once you've recorded your solo dancing practice for your upcoming comeback. you thanked your dancers, who were all aware of your relationship with minghao and kept their lips firmly together as they had promised. they couldn't be happier for you.

"thank you guys! get home safe!" you exclaimed, bowing to them. "you're one of the nicest idols i've met, so don't worry the horrible comments at all," one of your dancers remarked.

"i'm not nice at all!" you joked. one of the dancers exlcaimed a, "yes she's not nice at all for eating a chicken in front of me after i told her i'm on a diet."

"i told you to eat more, not go on a diet," you laughed as they hugged you and exited the dance studio, waving goodbye and bowing respectfully at you.

you already know that this day will happen, you're in the same building as your boyfriend, so you're certain to be caught.

you approached your bag and thanked your team for a job well done today. after that, you run outside to take a wash and change your clothes before mcing the music bank.

in reality, it's a busy schedule. following that, you'll go to a recording studio to record your new song, which will be published as a bonus track for your album, and then you'll appear on a variety show.

you were drained just thinking about your schedules. considering on your most recent conversation with minghao, he's most likely just as busy as you are.

he's on his way into the car, where his manager is waiting, after finishing the last schedule. "can we go to y/n?" he questioned. as you mentioned, you're in the hotel after your schedule.

"sure," his manager says, nodding. "you must have wanted to see them today, huh?" he asks.

"they're the only person who can comfort me better than anyone," he said as he rested his eyes until he arrived at your hotel.

to: my love

i'll stop by. i want to see you.

when he arrived outside the hotel and checked in on the same floor as you, he asked for your hotel number. after looking for your room, he knocked on your door. as you open the door, the lights are turned off with only the television as your light.

he falls back into your arms, amidst the noises of the television and the moonlight streaming through your veranda. he's home.

he hugged your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck, whispering, "hold me closer."

he wants to stay like this forever, feeling each other's warmth. enjoy things you like, have fun without others around you with their cameras, pointing and showing every move that you do.

"you did well," you murmured as you clutched him even tighter in your arms. all of your exhaustion, as well as your worries from the day, melt away.

you realized that without him, you'll never know what it's like to feel this comfort, to hold someone for warmth in the middle of a cold night, this close without thinking of anything other than the two of you.

you both realized that, regardless of what others may think or disapprove, you know each other better than they do, you knew your love is strong enough to make both of you stay amidst of chaos.

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我讨厌他: I HATE HIM

pairing: bestfriend!seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack.

崔承哲: your bestfriend choi seungcheol brings you home after hoshi invites you out for a drink after you told him that you were rejected.

seungcheol is drying his hair on his bed when his phone rings, he glances at the caller's name and huffs when he sees jeonghan's name on the screen. he assumed it was just jeonghan invading his private time, but he still responded.

"what is it now?" he asked, sighing, ready to listen to whatever rubbish jeonghan had prepared to waste his time.

"our crazy best friend is drunk," jeonghan laughed. seungcheol replied, his brows wrinkled, "who? hoshi or dokyeom?"

"don't forget about y/n," jeonghan said, "just come here, she won't come with me, she said i'm not her type," he chuckled again after seeing y/n awkwardly look away from him and drink another shot of soju.

seungcheol, who was tired, hurriedly changed his clothes, dashed out of his condo, and drove to soonyoung's. the one who started all the commotion and revelry

"isn't that your third time singing that song, y/n?" mingyu inquired.

"ya! don't stop her from doing what makes her happy. she just had a bread—breakup," soonyoung says as he approaches mingyu, who is holding his hands up.

mingyu stands up from his seat and told jeonghan he's leaving. everything is just mess, he laughed.

"it's not a breakup if they weren't even together in the first place," minghao sighed as he scrolled through his phone.

"are you invalidating my bestfriend's feelings?! how dare—" he got cutoff talking as seungkwan places a pizza in his mouth. "you're not only her friend,"

after taking the pizza out of his mouth he sleep on the floor too tired to even go to the bedroom. and after sensing that seungcheol is probably coming to this place, he should escape him by sleeping.

jeonghan, who is truly worried about everyone, could only laugh it off. every tragedy should be turned into a farce. the disco lights have been turned off, and choi seungcheol has also turned off the karaoke machine.

"who started this party?" he asked as he gently yanked the microphone from your grasp. they were all pointing to the sleeping tiger on the floor. "you should all clean up. you've emptied five cases of soju," seungcheol says with a sigh.

he gives you a soft, worried look, as if you're having a problem. "how many times does she sing the same song?" he wondered.

minghao raised three fingers in the air. "she's about to sing it again, glad you shut it off," he grinned.

she obviously has a problem. "I'll take her home," he says, thanking jeonghan for calling and chastising him for letting you get so drunk, but he just says he can't stop you from drinking, so he just lets you be.

you sat on the floor, taking off your converse sneakers. it's in your arms, and you're struggling to hold it tight.

"put that back, y/n," he said, but you ignored him and kept walking. he massaged his temples while holding your hand to prevent you from tripping.

he drags you towards his car, opening the shotgun seat for you and putting his hand over your head to keep you from colliding. he then climbed into the driver's seat.

"i've got rejected," you muttered, drawing his attention to you, as he buckled your seatbelt before questioning.

"by who?" he asked before starting the engine.

"by choi seungcheol *hic* that jerk. he knows I like him. why does he have to tell *hic* me he's about to ask someone on a date?" you sob, causing him to furrow his brows, which he then grinned at after realizing.

he came to a halt as the light turned red, saying, "well, what else? let it all out." he simply examined your face in the mirror, detailing that your eyes were closed but you were still babbling.

"i hate him. i hate how perfect he is, how beautiful his smile is, and those dimples. i hate how he always flaunts his car, taking me for a ride and making me feel special."

he try to stop his smile and asked, "are you sure you hate him?"

"i hate how I can't even hate him a little bit," you said, your cheeks flushed from the booze.

you groaned and slowly opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened the day before. your eyes widened as you searched for your phone, which was on the desk, and as you ran towards it, you noticed cheol's message.

"i'm going there tomorrow morning and we'll discuss about what you just said today." yesterday 11:23 pm

you stutter as you read his message. how many times have I used the term "hate"? did i just labeled him a jerk? he's going to kill me.

you dashed to the bathroom to take a bath in an attempt to forget what had happened the day before. all of your erroneous remarks will be forgotten. you're thinking about how to get away from your best friend while soaking in the tub.

you finally get up and leave the bathtub after nearly falling asleep in it. you'll leave before he even enters the room.

you've already put on a white turtleneck and are looking for your converse sneakers at the front door. currently cursing yourself at how you just forgot where you put your favorite converse.

your condo door opened, revealing cheol, who was leaning into it while holding your shoes. "you forgot it in my car," he remarked as he placed it in front of you, ruffling your hair. "where are you going? have you had breakfast?" he asked.

"please don't ask, i don't remember anything from yesterday, and i'm so embarrassed for drinking without considering the consequences, so please don't murder me," you say, bowing 90 degrees to him.

when he realized how quickly you spoke, his eyes widened. he laughed out loud before closing the door and walking into your condo. "you should also apologize for calling me a jerk."

"i don't remember about that." you lied.

"you don't? of course, you don't. come here," he urged, and you turned to face him, finally finding him seated on your swivel chair. "why are you acting so awkward? this isn't the first time you've been drunk," he laughed at you.

"i'm not nervous that's just you," you say, your lips pursed. you haven't even blinked your eyes yet, and you're already on his lap.

"you can't remember anything about this, as well?" he asked, his hands on your waist and nape as he moved his face close in front of yours, noses brushing, but he didn't move an inch more.

you unbuckle your seatbelt as your eyes adjust to the light, and you see him do the same. you take a seat on his lap after grabbing his shoulder. "don't leave— i've got a question!" you mutter, accidentally clutching his nape and nuzzling your face into his neck after nearly falling.

"would you hate your best friend for hiding their feelings for you?"

"will you still like them if I say no?" he asked, you staring at him only a few centimeters away, "but you're not cheol," you stated as you were about to open the car door when he pulled you back and kissed you accidentally.

until you heard him giggle in your ear, your eyes opened and your face turned like a tomato. he drew his face away from you and murmured, "you're cute, you've never acted like this before."

"why are you so shy now? you just admitted you have feelings for me," he continued, his smile never wavering.

"just tell me if you're rejecting me or not," you stumbled, melting in his stare. as soon as your eyes started getting teary, he panicked and asked, "do you really think i consider of rejecting you when you're on my lap?"

"i'm not crying, don't look," she said, contradicting herself, he merely nods and kisses her cheeks while stroking circles on her back.

BONUS!

"where's y/n?" hoshi asked looking around the house. "she go home with cheol-hyung." dino said patting the guy's back.

"cheol-hyung?! choi seungcheol?!" he yelled running towards his bedroom and turning on his phone, seeing more than fifteen messages from cheol, he grab his bag and run away from his home.

"handle cheol hyung for me!" hoshi laughed as he revved up his car's engine and phoned y/n for any updates.

"who's shouting so early in the morning?" seungkwan groans as he checks his phone reading the texts from the oldest.

they shouldn't really let y/n drink those soju without cheol's permission. minghao and jeonghan, who had also received a message from him, run out the door, thanking dino in advance.

dino, who was bewildered by what was going on, caught up with choi seungcheol. "hey, hyung!"

"don't hey hyung me, who told y/n to drink too much without telling me?" the youngest brows furrowed, he just got her earlier this morning and don't have any idea of what's happening.

"i didn't tell her anything! i wasn't even here yesterday!" he exclaims, feeling dejected now that he's alone in this house with no one to blame.

but it was hoshi's fault.

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