i wish i was a baller ₊✩˚⊹ c.yj
ty @yenqa bae for the idea <3
SUMMARY ! being his longtime crush, when yeonjun and his pesky friends’ catch you walking past the court, he’s quick to try an impress you with one (un)lucky shot on hoop in exchange for your number.
PAIRING ! yeonjun x f!reader
WC ! 1.3k
GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff
a/n: c’mon now u have to listen to i wish after readin that title c:
“shit, look who it is yeonjun!”
the male in question was much too busy shouldering soobin to the ground, dribbling past his now groaning friend before slam-dunking his favorite orange ball through the hoop to listen to lame, old, beomgyu.
“let’s go!” yeonjun punches the air, running by his teammates to offer them high fives that they halfheartedly return. “another point for the yeonjunniez!”
“horrible fuckin’ team name,” taehyun murmurs, while kai only nods in tired agreement.
before yeonjun could force the group into another scrimmage, a strong hand grips his shoulder, redirecting him to face a barely visible figure that’s only steps away from reaching the basketball court’s end. beomgyu squeezes tighter, shaking him back and forth slightly. “don’t ignore me! you recognise who that is, right man?” squinting his eyes, yeonjun gasps as he takes in the familiar sight of your signature hairstyle and white headphones.
oh, he knew it was you alright. even if it was pitch black out — only street lamps illuminating the shady pathways — and you were clearly wearing all dark shades to blend in more, he knew.
“‘course, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t know my girl when i see her?”
soobin, who’s still brushing off pebbles after his dramatic fall, rolls his eyes at the straight fibs coming out of his friend’s lips. “she barely knows you exist.”
“not for long.” before anyone could stop him or make him think at the very least, yeonjun has himself pressed against the chained wall of the court, fingers noisily locking through the metal in an attempt to grasp your attention. “y/n, is that you?”
when you swiftly turn at the sound of your name, looking adorably like a deer caught in headlights, yeonjun is reminded of just how head over heels he is.
“yeonjun..?” he’s never been so thankful to mr. sim assigning partners for projects, or else you still wouldn’t know your future boyfriend’s name! you look past him to take in the other boys who send you awkward waves, and yeonjun glares in annoyance at each and every one of them. what shitty wingmen.
“uh, yeah.. so, what’re you doing out here alone?”
with one more glance around the empty park, yeonjun nearly squeals as you begin walking closer, shoving your phone into your hoodie pocket smoothly. “j-just clearing my head i guess. what about you guys?” your stuttering gives him hope that perhaps you’re just as nervous as he is right now — leading a small smirk to etch across the boy’s lips.
“practising extra late since tryouts open soon,” he replies, gesturing to his friend group in the background. “they all kinda suck though.”
“thanks!” beomgyu spits back, but yeonjun could care less about his sarcastic comeback when it resulted in you letting out a soft chuckle. that was him by the way — he made you laugh!
in an attempt to give yeonjun more one on one time with you, the others had attempted to go back to playing (while still eavesdropping of course), but it was clear that their friend needed a little shove in the right direction.
taehyun moves closer, adjusting his black muscle top while offering you a mischievous grin. “say, y/n. if yeonjun here gets a three pointer, would you consider giving him your number?”
besides kai’s howling laughter in the distance, the court is frozen in tension, more specifically yeonjun — who’s jaw has practically dropped to his ass. this was not part of the plan, taehyun! attempting to bandage the wound, the raven haired boy smacks his friend, hoping the expression on your poor, confused face would falter at least a bit.
his ears burn bright red, and he can only pray the hood of his grey coat is deep enough to hide it. “i uh- sorry about that, you don’t— you don’t have to do anything—“
too busy manifesting some way to travel back in time and tape taehyun’s mouth shut, yeonjun fails to notice the amused smile creeping its way to your lips. “no, it’s okay. you can try if you want.”
soobin and beomgyu share a horrified glance, just how is this working?
yeonjun blinks, holding a bewildered yet determined look in his pupils. “i— you mean like, to shoot?” he blabbers in disbelief.
you shrug. “why not?” and before he knows it, the ball is forced into his grip by a snickering soobin, who attempts to relieve his friend’s shoulders that are tenser than he’s ever seen them with a swift massage.
little did he know that you found it almost as endearing as the way yeonjun’s teeth nibble onto his bottom lip as he gets into position, crouching with precision before jumping, releasing the basketball with a flick of his wrists.
the orange ball flies for a bit before landing right on the hoop’s ring, bouncing across it loudly, spinning around for a bit before—
“shit..” beomgyu murmurs in horror, watching how the ball flops pathetically off the side of the ring along with the other five pairs of eyes.
yeonjun refuses to believe this.
sinking down to his knees, nails frustratingly glide through his bangs while a pained groan leaves his lips. “i didn’t miss a single fucking shot earlier,” he winces, “but of course when it actually matters i fuck up.”
god, he was so cute — it was all you could think to yourself as you paced closer, squatting next to the boy’s destressed form all while lightly patting his shoulder. when yeonjun lifts his head, his eyes widen at the closeness of your face being mere centimetres from his. for a second, he thinks he might just pass out on the spot, up until you pull out a pen from your pocket, grinning cutely as usual.
when you open up your palm, it takes him a minute to realize you were asking for his hand.
ever so carefully, yeonjun places his hand in your grasp, breath stuttering at the feeling of his crush’s fingers wrapping comfortingly around his wrist. “what- what are you..” he gulps when you bend a bit closer to begin scribbling something right across the softness of his pale skin, glancing up at his friend’s with a face of utter disbelief who only give him an equally gobsmacked look in return.
suddenly, you’re releasing him and standing back to full height, pen being shoved casually into the embrace of your black hoodie as if you hadn’t just narrowly avoided giving the poor boy a heart attack moments prior. “yeonjun, i was gonna give it to you either way,” you snort.
wait, what? did he just go through the five stages of grief for nothing?
all he can do is watch with eyes gaped as you slowly march back towards the entrance, only snapping out of it when beomgyu pulls his arm up to investigate the nine numbers inked across his hand. “bro.. you did it.” he states it as if yeonjun had just solved world hunger, shaking his friend frantically.
“i.. i did it?” he repeats dumbly.
it seems as though he can’t get a break; now soobin’s the one pushing him towards the entrance. “go on, dipshit!” he exclaims, “it’s pitch black out there, walk her home!”
this has yeonjun’s expression changing from dumbstruck to full on panic, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces as he sprints out to catch up to your now-far-away form, grey hood falling off and finally revealing his bright red ears in the process.
there was no doubt that he looked insane — lighting or not. “she has him wrapped around her finger, huh?” kai can’t help but cackle once more.
soobin takes a shot, easily making a dunk with the help of his height before sighing in agreement. “oh, absolutely.”
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pairing ✦ nonidol!librarian!ricky x gn!librarian!reader
in which ✦ every time ricky sees you he offers you his jacket, and every time you say no. what started as a courtesy suddenly changes his entire perspective of you when you finally say yes to his offer.
word count ✦ 0.4k
warnings ✦ none not proof read
genre ✦ fluff
You hated winter. Everything about it aggravated you. Your skin drying up, not being able to comfortably drink iced coffee, and your beloved cute summer clothes being packed away. In fact, nearly your entire wardrobe was composed of summer clothes. You had this horrible habit of dressing inappropriately for the weather. It's smoldering the day you wear a jacket, but the one day you don't it's freezing.
It was no different today, as you entered the calm library you were practically frozen. You hated winter. The weather proved to be a painful reminder as you headed to the back to be met with Ricky, a co-worker of yours you'd even dare to call your friend.
"Morning" You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you put down your stuff. "Tough commute?" Ricky asked, checking in new books.
"I guess you could say that..." You glanced at the work that needed to be done. You took a few strides to the stack of books that needed to return to the shelves, it wasn't your favorite task but alphabetizing stuff sure did eat up time.
"Here, take my jacket" The usual banter of the morning didn't sound as lighthearted as it did in the past. It had started when Ricky offered you his jacket, which you hastily declined, excusing yourself as "too poor" to wear such attire. The cycle continued, even when Ricky didn't have a jacket to offer.
It took you awhile to figure out what was different. He didn't ask, he had told you to take his jacket. Ricky probably didn't notice, but you sure as hell did. "Uhm, sure" You cleared your throat, pursing your lips together. Why was this so awkward? Ricky took off his jacket before handing it to you, and he clearly thought nothing of it.
And this was true, until Ricky caught himself watching you shuffle around the library, the sleeves of his jacket hugging your shoulders. He stared in admiration, watching you work as he felt his heart jump to his throat. He felt weird. His ears burned, his hands felt clammy, and he found it impossible to erase the image if you in his clothing from his mind.
His mind wandered. What would it be like to hold your hand? To see you in his jacket everyday? To openly love you? He cleared his throat, forcing himself back into work as he picked up the next booked to be checked back in. He glanced at the cover. A love story. How cliche could this day get?
As much as he made light of the situation, he knew he was in too deep. And God did he pray that you forgot your jacket tomorrow too.
xin's post it!
testing the zb1 waters... mainly bcuz I have a huge gunwook oneshot in the works atm + not going to tag my perm taglist bcuz they're all interested in enhypen im pretty sure erm.. I remember I tried branching out to txt and I didn't make it far LOLL I'm an enhypen writer at heart but zb1 r my ults too so 😢
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8:34am
pairing ✦ nonidol!librarian!ricky x gn!librarian!reader
in which ✦ every time ricky sees you he offers you his jacket, and every time you say no. what started as a courtesy suddenly changes his entire perspective of you when you finally say yes to his offer.
word count ✦ 0.4k
warnings ✦ none not proof read
genre ✦ fluff
You hated winter. Everything about it aggravated you. Your skin drying up, not being able to comfortably drink iced coffee, and your beloved cute summer clothes being packed away. In fact, nearly your entire wardrobe was composed of summer clothes. You had this horrible habit of dressing inappropriately for the weather. It's smoldering the day you wear a jacket, but the one day you don't it's freezing.
It was no different today, as you entered the calm library you were practically frozen. You hated winter. The weather proved to be a painful reminder as you headed to the back to be met with Ricky, a co-worker of yours you'd even dare to call your friend.
"Morning" You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you put down your stuff. "Tough commute?" Ricky asked, checking in new books.
"I guess you could say that..." You glanced at the work that needed to be done. You took a few strides to the stack of books that needed to return to the shelves, it wasn't your favorite task but alphabetizing stuff sure did eat up time.
"Here, take my jacket" The usual banter of the morning didn't sound as lighthearted as it did in the past. It had started when Ricky offered you his jacket, which you hastily declined, excusing yourself as "too poor" to wear such attire. The cycle continued, even when Ricky didn't have a jacket to offer.
It took you awhile to figure out what was different. He didn't ask, he had told you to take his jacket. Ricky probably didn't notice, but you sure as hell did. "Uhm, sure" You cleared your throat, pursing your lips together. Why was this so awkward? Ricky took off his jacket before handing it to you, and he clearly thought nothing of it.
And this was true, until Ricky caught himself watching you shuffle around the library, the sleeves of his jacket hugging your shoulders. He stared in admiration, watching you work as he felt his heart jump to his throat. He felt weird. His ears burned, his hands felt clammy, and he found it impossible to erase the image if you in his clothing from his mind.
His mind wandered. What would it be like to hold your hand? To see you in his jacket everyday? To openly love you? He cleared his throat, forcing himself back into work as he picked up the next booked to be checked back in. He glanced at the cover. A love story. How cliche could this day get?
As much as he made light of the situation, he knew he was in too deep. And God did he pray that you forgot your jacket tomorrow too.
xin's post it!
testing the zb1 waters... mainly bcuz I have a huge gunwook oneshot in the works atm + not going to tag my perm taglist bcuz they're all interested in enhypen im pretty sure erm.. I remember I tried branching out to txt and I didn't make it far LOLL I'm an enhypen writer at heart but zb1 r my ults too so 😢
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