#ab6ix x reader

[oracle-of-dream]

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: You've been tasked with capturing photos of AB6IX for their comeback, Salute. Within the four-member group, you find a gem that's hidden away. All you need is to give him some encouragement to shine.

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, Handjob, nickname: Hyung, Creampie, Backscratching, Flexible Reader, Vocal sex, Unprotected Sex

Wordcount: 2.1k

Today's client was AB6IX, a four-member boy group from Brandnew Music. When you'd read that it was a four-member group in the documents, you smiled to yourself. Fewer members meant you could leave sooner, a complete win if you could be done with the shoot before too long.

You walked into the studio that had been prepared for you. It was a black and gold theme with leather furniture everywhere, and golden-orange set lights drenched the room in a sunset glow. The staff on set greeted you as you walked by, avoiding your eyes and speaking softly.

You wore a white satin shirt with flowing wine-red pants flared at the base of your legs.

Inside the dressing room, the four idols were getting their make-up done. You'd seen the photos that were sent to you, but lackluster photos taken by mediocre photographers couldn't tell you anything. The four men were distinct in features, standing out from one another. Good. As you entered, the men stood to introduce themselves to you.

They all stood beside each other and bowed, saying in unison, "Hello, we are AB6IX! Thank you for working with us today."

The staff greeted them back as you nodded in acknowledgment toward them. You looked them over keenly. Their outfits were more risque than you originally expected. Satin black shirts and pants with a golden trim design, reminiscent of Louis Vuitton's styling patterns. It didn't match their small physical forms and round faces, but the contrast would make for excellent shots. You needed to give a word to their designer for this one, it made your job ten times easier.

One in particular stuck out to you. Woong, if you remember his name right, kept stealing glances at you. You knew he had something special about him, he just needed to show it to you.

You stood straight and addressed the room, "Alright everyone, let's work quickly today. I'm sure we're all busy people." You left the room after giving your short words, letting the makeup team finish their touches as you checked in with the stage set-up team.

The stage had lovely black marble flooring that reflected the furniture beautifully. It looked so clean you could eat off it. While admiring your reflection, you see another one come behind you. It was him again.

Woong cleared his throat and said, "Hello, Mister y/n, I wanted to bring you this gift on behalf of our group." He presented a signed album, with a small thank you message from each member.

He was on the shorter side of the idols you normally worked with. And his clothes covered some serious muscle definition, you could use that... "Thank you, how kind," You said with a smile as you took the gift from him, letting your hand graze against his.

Woong's ears took a soft shade of pink at the contact. "I look forward to working with you–bye now." Woong took off quickly toward the dressing room where his members watched from the doorway.

He was someone you needed to keep an eye on.

Not long after the shoot took off in full swing–You always allowed your interns to take group photos, coaching them on operating a camera. When it was time for solo shots, you started from Donghyun to Daewhi, then Woojin, purposely leaving Woong for last.

You were decently surprised by this group. The shadows of the lights and their muscle tones were captured beautifully without you needing to do much work. Woojin and Donghyun opened their shirts more to get that extra allure in the shot.

As Woong approached the set, you watched him closely. His posture and confidence changed from the boy you'd seen before, he seemed more like a man here.

You took a few shots, then told your team to take a break, giving you the room alone with Woong.

He lay on the black reflective surface of the coffee table, his hands behind his head as he looked at you. He noticed everyone leave and spoke softly, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just think we need something a little more intimate. If you'll let me?" You approached him, and sat on the table, your hand on his chest. "Do you think we can open this a little?"

He nodded shyly. And his pink ears turned red as you unbuttoned his shirt, from top to bottom, leaning closely down and using both hands to open his shirt. You purposely took deeper breaths, letting the air rake across his skin as you slowly exposed his torso to the cold room. Your skin rubbed against Woong's muscular body as you worked on the shirt, as you focused on the shirt you could feel Woong's eyes watching you. You stepped back to look at your work–Woong's face turned pink as he looked around the room. Anywhere other than looking at you.

"Is it too open?" You giggled.

He nodded wordlessly.

"Would you like me to fix it?" You close one button in the middle of the line, covering his chest but leaving his abs open for display. The way they protruded and showed so proudly, he must've worked out right before the shoot. As you finished, you stayed close with your head hovering over his stomach as you looked up at him. "Better?" You asked.

"Y-Yes," His voice shook.

You noticed the bulge in his pants, getting more prominent.

"Mr. Woong, are you okay? You look like you're having a hard time," You cooed.

"N-No, I'm alright, just sore."

You looked at how his stomach flexed. "Oh, is this position uncomfy?" You climbed on top of him, resting your ass right above his waistline, and you leaned on his chest as you slid your hands under his head. "Please try and relax. I can't afford you cramping up."

Woong's eyes were wide as he slowly let his hands down, resting his body as you held him close. "We're so c-close," He muttered.

"What's that?" You leaned down further, letting your head lay in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you say that again?"

Woong's hands rose, awkwardly, unsure what to do. "I–We're so close. I don't–"

You shifted, pushing your clothes dick against his abs, and moaned in his ear. "Mr. Woong, your body is too sexy. I just can't help myself. Can you help?" You reached down to touch his hard cock, squeezing it, "Maybe we can help each other."

Woong hummed in your ear, "Mhm. I want to help you, however you want me to." His hands find a place at your hips as he guides you, pushing your crotches together and brushing against one another. You plant your lips on his neck, as you moan sinfully in his ear at the sensation. Woong slips your shirt past your shoulder and kisses it before sucking on it. "Call me hyung," He commands.

You moan in his ear, "Hyung~"

"Fuck–Moan more for me, I want to hear every pretty noise from you," He said as his hips started bucking into yours, desperate for more.

"Can I see it? Your cock," You nibble on his ear as you ask. Woong nods quickly as he groans from you playing with his ear. You slid off his lap and kneeled before him as he removed the gold-belted jewelry around his waist. Woong slid his pants and underwear down to unveil his cock, so pretty and shaved. He propped himself on his elbows to watch you as you wrapped your hands around his stiffness, staying at a slow and even pace as you stroked him. "Tell me how you want it, Hyung."

Woong groaned, "faster, like this." He took your hand and moved it at the pace he wanted, which made his whole body shake as you continued without his hand to guide you.

You study his face as you try different parts of his skin, squeezing and kissing on his shaft as you search for any sensitive spots. Every time you found a sensitive spot, Woong's groans would spike, peaking into a more high-pitched moan. You took him into your mouth, making his head roll back as his eyes lost focus.

"A little warning next time," He moaned as you flexed your tongue around him, sucking at the same time. "Holy–You're so good. Keep going," He pants as his hand lands on your head. His hand started pushing, questioningly at first, but with more strength when you allowed him to move you. As you take him deeper into your throat, Woong's hand tightens in your hair. "That's it. You're doing it so well, don't forget to look at me." You look at Woong, your eyes wet and some spit dripping onto his abs. That look must've been a trigger as Woong pulled you off him, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.

You stroke him, earning more moans from him. "Did I do something wrong, hyung?"

Woong grabbed your hand, stopping you from stroking him. "N-No, you were perfect. So good, I almost came."

"I want you to cum, Hyung." You tried to move your hand, but Woong's grip was too tight.

"And I want to cum in you," He said with a deep voice. You smiled at him and that seemed to break his concentration on you. "I-If you'd let me," He added shyly.

You slid off your pants. "You want me to ride you, hyung?"

"No, you're already working so hard. Let me reward you now." Woong let you over to the leather couch, laying you on your back as his cock throbbed in anticipation. He lifts a leg onto his shoulder and positions himself at your hole. "Try not to get too loud, but let me hear you, beautiful." Your hands wrapped around Woong's neck as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling back as he stretched you. He gave an experimental thrust, sinking deeper into you. "Did you prepare early?"

"So what if I did?"

"You were going to seduce me the whole time, weren't you?"

You nodded. "Your afterglow will be an amazing capture in my camera."

Woong smirked as he fucked into you, starting with a quick pace. He felt you clench around him as he watched your face change from the sensations. "Fuck–Kiss me," Woong commanded as he leaned down to kiss you, fucking you as he did. He bit at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss and attacking your neck. "You're too much for me, I can't kiss everywhere." Woong moved to your collarbone, forcing your raised leg to your head. You arched your back as the burn from him flexing your leg and the pleasure from him hitting your prostate, made you see white.

Your hands scratched at Woong's back as you moaned. "I'm– Can't–"

Woong felt the way you tightened more around him. "You're close? Please, cum for me. Cum for hyung!" He pushed extra hard, getting deeper than before, instantly finishing you off as you came on your white shirt. Woong's eyes were sealed shut as his thrusts were getting more frantic. You rubbed his cheek, which made him look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful... I'm cumming–I’ll fucking cum, all in you. I'll cum so deep in you. I'll cum all I can!" Woong fulfilled his promise as he came inside you, pushing as far as he could. Your moans synced with his in harmony as Woong collapsed on top of you, his cock still pumping cum out.

You lifted his head, getting a look at his face. It was sweaty, his hair stuck to his forehead, with a lovely pinkish glow. "You're so perfect, we gotta hurry!" You pushed him off you, forcing his cock out of you with a pop. Woong was still exhausted so you dressed him again, leaving the couch behind and returning to the table. You posed him again and started taking photos as cum threatened to leak out of you.

You finished capturing him and got a change of clothes from one of your set bags. Woong came up behind you as you finished sliding on a new pair of pants, hugging you. "So, will hyung see you again?"

"Call your company and tell them to book a solo photo shoot. Then maybe."

"Maybe when you're not working?"

You turned and pat Woong on the head. "I'm always working, Mr. Woong."

Woong stared at you, awestruck. "No, hyung?"

"Sorry, special requests are only during photoshoot time. Like I said, have your company book another appointment. Work out, you can get on the cover of men's health. I know they call me for photos all the time."

Woong nodded quickly. "I'll make it as their front cover, and demand you take my pictures, love."

"That's Mr. Y/n, to you." You winked as you pushed past Woong.

A few weeks later, your work was displayed in the teaser photos for the comeback...

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[tomorrowxneverland]

[AB6IX] WOONG ☆ SING FOR ME

☆ gn!reader ☆ comfort fluff ☆ 551 words ☆ The voice of your boyfriend never fails to give you comfort, so you ask him to sing for you.

Woong’s eyes widen a fraction when he feels arms wrap around his torso. He flinches on instinct before the scent of you wraps around him as well and his body relaxes.

“What’s up?” he asks with a soft smile, but you don’t reply. He feels your head rest against his back and suddenly senses that this time your backhug isn’t because of playfulness but of you seeking comfort.

After a beat of silence, he calls your name softly and he finally hears your voice, although a bit muffled by his clothes. “Sing for me?”

The request surprises him but it’s an easy one to fulfill. He could sing for you anytime, so it only takes a second for him to recover. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything. Just your voice. It doesn’t have to be a real song, just humming is fine too,” you whisper into his back then add, “please?”

Woong makes an attempt to ignore the way his heart is fluttering and channels these warm feelings into a soft melody he starts to hum. It takes a little while until you feel yourself starting to calm down, your tense muscles relaxing and a slow breath leaving your lips. Woong puts his hands on top of yours at his stomach and intertwines your fingers. The way he gently holds you feels grounding and leaning onto him, you find the strength to stay on your feet.

A few minutes pass and the two of you start swaying side to side to the melody he hums. At first, the motions are similar to the way one would rock a crib to a lullaby but somehow his bright personality still seeps through, and instead of feeling sleepier, you find yourself rejuvenated. The slow pace turns just a bit more energetic and before you realize what is about to happen, Woong twirls you around to face him.

There’s a warm look in his eyes and a kind smile on his lips, though his brows are slightly furrowed in concern. You know that he hates seeing you upset and feeling down, that if you’re sad, he feels just as sad. You know this but for some reason, you don’t always realize it until you see it expressed on his face. However, when you finally do see it, just like now, you feel your worries melt away and mellow out until the smallest smile graces your expression, trying to mirror his.

“Are you okay?” he asks while raising his arm to caress your cheek with the back of his hand.

This time, you nod. “I’m okay, just having a bit of a hard time lately.”

“Is there something I can help you with?” He offers and you know his offer is sincere, that he truly wants to help you with everything in his power, but you shake your head. Unfortunately, there are many situations in life that simply can’t be helped. Still…

“Just be there for me, like this,” you smile, a bit brighter this time and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Woong hugs you to him tightly and presses a kiss on the crown of your head, saying, “I can do that.” Then he starts humming a new tone, swaying the two of you in a slow rhythm once again.

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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

[feelbokkie]

Texts from bf!Hyunjin when he finds out you did a fan call

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genre: crack

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: Hyunjin is a bit dramatic after finding out about your fan call with AB6IX

pairing: bf!Hyunjin x reader

warnings: none

screenshot count: 7

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Work of Art

Pairing: Joshua x Fem Reader

CW: established relationship, sweet lover Joshua, praise, lovemaking, unprotected sex (don’t do this), no pull out (don’t do this), aftercare

A/N: this is not proofread at all, this is the second post of my ot13 series (not being posted in age order), currently listening to MOONDANCE by Jeon Woong and AB6IX, please reblog if you enjoy!

WC: 1k

This was your favorite feeling in the world: your boyfriend hovering over you, whispering infinite praises while he’s deep inside you. You had slept with people before, but it was Joshua who showed you what it meant to make love. The way his hands traced your body, his eyes following close behind, admiring every part of you. He made you feel beautiful. You traced your fingernails lightly down his back, your way of releasing the tension you feel because of how good his cock feels in you. The slight pain you cause him causes him slow his pace a little, making you take your hands off his back in an attempt to get him to fuck you harder again.

“You feel so good baby,” he groans as he lets his fingers intertwine with yours. He loves to watch how you react to him, the way your eyes roll back when he bottoms out in you, the way you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. He connects his lips to your jawline, lightly peppering you with kisses, contrasting his slightly rough pace. “I could watch you like this forever,” he says, so close to your ear that it sends chills down your spine.

This time you don’t even try to suppress the sounds Joshua draws out of you. It’s like he knows exactly what you need to hear, like he can read your mind. “Fuck Shua,” you exhale as you turn your head to connect with his lips. You know Joshua loves when you moan in his mouth, so you make sure to do it every time he fucks you. As he kisses you deeper, your focus shifts to your boyfriend’s cock stretching you out. It amazed you from the first time you slept with him how well he fit inside you, like your bodies were made for each other. The sweet burn in your cunt whenever he slides into you for the first time that night never fails to make every inch of your body melt. You completely surrender to his control every time, knowing how well he can take care of you, unlike anyone else could.

“You look so beautiful when I fuck you,” his words shake you back into reality. You open your eyes to look at his swollen lips, glistening from your own saliva. All you can do is stare at him, the way he breaks eye contact with you to look at where your bodies connect, the beads of sweat threatening to fall from his forehead. Everything about him has you entranced, and what makes it even better, even more erotic, is knowing that he feels exactly the same way about you. When he looks back up at you, he nudges his nose against yours, smiling at the way you blush every time he does that. You’ve been dating him for nearly two years now, but somehow every time you have sex it’s like the first time all over again. Joshua always finds a way to show you how much he loves you, even when he’s so focused on his own pleasure. “You’re taking me so well baby I’m getting close,” he exhales as he bends over you and grabs a hold of your hands again.

“Don’t stop, baby,” you reply, knowing he would never stop until you finish, but reminding him anyways. Your words only make him quicken his pace, his cock hitting as far deep inside of you as it possibly could, causing you to let out an even louder plea for him. “I’m gonna fucking cum baby please don’t stop,” you basically shout at him.

“Cum for me, beautiful, show me how good I make you feel,” his words make you completely come undone beneath him. Your legs are shaking at this point, wetness all you can feel between your hot bodies. Before you’ve gone all the way over the edge, Joshua is finishing inside of you.

“Fuck, y/n, I love you so much,” is all he can say as he uncontrollably ruts into you. You feel his cock twitch inside of your aching cunt before he slides out of you. He holds himself up over you and plants soft kisses onto your lips, whispering sweet praises between kisses. “You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” he asks, not expecting an answer, just wanting to remind you how in love with you he is.

A few minutes later, you’re back from the bathroom and Joshua is waiting for you with his shirt and boxers back on. He smiles at you wearing one of his shirts, way too big for you, but one of his favorite things to see you in. You slide into bed with him, immediately cuddling into his arms.

“I love you so much, thank you for being so good for me,” he says softly, never breaking eye contact so you know he means it. You always know he means it because he’s done this every time you’ve slept with him. You never get sick of his reminders, though, shooting him a smile before telling him you love him too. You feel your eyes start to get heavy as Joshua softly rubs your back, kissing your forehead every once in a while. “Goodnight, my love,” is the last thing you hear him say before you fall asleep.

#svt smut #seventeen smut #joshua smut #joshua hong #joshua x reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic

[fairyhaos]

. ˚ like a supernova

requested by anon: "Hello!! Can I please ask for fluffy and soft and comforting DK? (I was reeling from Betelgeuse)"

pairing: photographer!dokyeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, non-idolverse, kinda roadtrip?, the author is in love with the sky

word count: 1879

warnings: pet names (love, darling), kisses

notes: would recommend listening to dk's cover of betelgeuse while listening, along with txt's hydrangea love and ab6ix dandelion <3

summary: "do you want to go on a trip?" seokmin had asked, all soft and fond with lights twinkling in his eyes that afternoon, and there was no way you would have been able to refuse. 

You roll down the window, poking your head out before abruptly reeling yourself in. The air is cold on your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and making you shiver. Seokmin glances over at you, concerned, but you just smile, reaching over to interlace his fingers, palms and heart warm.

“How much longer?” is all you ask, and Seokmin smiles.

“Not much longer,” he murmurs, bringing your interlaced hands upwards to kiss your knuckles, before going back to looking at the road.

After a moment of staring at his side profile, soft and muffled in the dark, you do too.

"Do you want to go on a trip?" Seokmin had asked, all soft and fond with lights twinkling in his eyes that afternoon, and there was no way you would have been able to refuse. 

It’s why you are where you are right now, in the car, on the road to somewhere, the sky velvet navy over your heads and yellow street lamps lighting your way, like some sort of glittering fairy trail.

Everything feels endless, like hours and hours are passing, or like it’s stopped, like the seconds ticking by on your watch have simply ceased to move anymore. You’re not entirely sure. The world is dimmed, and the air is so cold that you have to roll the window back up, but Seokmin’s hand is warm in yours, and that’s really all you need.

Seconds, or perhaps years, pass, before Seokmin eventually veers off the abandoned road, and you disappear into the trees.

“How much longer?” you ask again, and he looks over at you, sparkles in his eyes.

“Almost.”

And then you’re emerging out of the woods, and he smiles as your eyes widen.

The entire universe has opened up before you, the sky yawning and stretching contentedly, the land rolling leisurely for miles and miles. The longer you stare, the more there are little lights winking down at you, smiling as teasingly and adoringly as your boyfriend is smiling at you right now.

“Do you like it?” Seokmin asks, as if he’d been the one to painstakingly hang up all the stars in the sky for you to see, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over to do the same for you.

You can’t answer, too busy staring up at the sky, barely even registering when Seokmin gets out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door for you to get out. “It’s… it’s beautiful,” is all you can say, and Seokmin chuckles.

“Just like you.”

The sky continues to reveal itself to you, as Seokmin sets up his equipment, as you lean back in the fold-up chairs that he’d brought, as you breathe in the clean countryside air and marvel at the natural landscape before you.

Not a sound is uttered by the world, save for the ones you make yourself, with the creaking of chairs and the shutter of Seokmin’s camera and the sound of you both breathing. Your attention is captured by the stars, as if the stars are the photographer and your awe is the picture, being captured and held in their glittering embrace endlessly.

“Y/N, love?”

Seokmin smiles when you finally look at him, and his eyes are glittering too, mesmerising and warm. He has his camera in his hands, and gestures to the open field.

“Can I photograph you?”

The universe truly was showing you her best side tonight, the moon little more than a silver sliver in the sky, shy and gentle and beautiful, the entire sky nothing more than a gorgeously soft expanse of dark and rich fabric, little gold threads delicately sewn into it.

You look over at Seokmin, looking over to where he has his camera up to his eyes, before laughing, shy, and having to look away.

It’s dark, because of course it is—you’re out in the middle of the countryside, with no artificial light for miles—but Seokmin’s smile, even behind his camera, is radiant, like he’s kept part of the sun’s brightness in his smile, wonderful and golden and looking perfectly in place within the beauty of the universe surrounding you.

“Beautiful,” is all Seokmin says, and when he lowers the camera you can see his eyes too, eyes that have turned into crescents that still, still sparkle so warmly.

“I know,” you say, tilting your head up again. “They really are beautiful.”

He laughs: a soft, adoring sound that drifts and carries in the silent night air. “You really, really are.”

Seokmin carries on taking his photos, some for his clients, some for himself, and you sit there on the grass, watching him, watching the sky, watching the world slowly, slowly continue moving.

Eventually he flops down beside you, lying on his back, but the camera keeps making shuttering sounds as he continues to take pictures of the universe above you.

You lie down too, nudging your hand against his arm, and he makes a playful noise in annoyance.

“Just a couple more,” he says, the camera still on his eyes. 

And then he takes it away, simply looking up at the sky without the camera filtering the images, and smiles. Seokmin looks over at you, eyes bright.

“Don't you think this is the best trip ever?” he asks, and you laugh.

“The best,” you agree, shuffling over to rest your head on his shoulder, him immediately putting an arm around you to pull you against him. “I didn’t know there were so many stars in the sky.”

“Me neither,” he says, fingers mindlessly trailing up and down your upper arm. “Hey, do you know any constellation names?”

You hum thoughtfully, adjusting yourself against him. “Sure I do.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” You point upwards at the sky, at a small cluster of stars. “Do you see that constellation there? The one with one star a little higher up to the right and two in a horizontal line under it?”

“Where?”

“There. Those three stars.”

“Oh!” Seokmin rests his palm, warm and gentle, against your skin. “Which one’s that?”

You lower your arm, grinning. “It’s called: ‘Junhui’s face moles’.”

Seokmin is silent for a long moment, before promptly pinching your arm, making you chuckle softly. “I really thought you knew constellations for a second there.”

“Of course I don’t.” You shift around in his arms to look up at him, tracing a light finger down his nose. “You’re the only and most beautiful constellation of stars that I know.”

He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well, it does to me.”

That makes him laugh, an endeared exhale, kissing your forehead again. “Well, actually, I know a couple of constellation names too.”

You quirk an eyebrow, amused. “You do?”

“Yeah.” It’s Seokmin’s turn to point upwards, a long finger tracing a shape of stars, outlining a cluster of them that look a little brighter than the others. “See that one?”

“Mhm?”

He looks at you. “What does that one look like?”

You tilt your head to the side, shuffling further into him. “Um. I don’t know.”

“It looks like two people hugging, duh,” he says, as if it was obvious, and you laugh. “It’s called the ‘you and me’ constellation.”

“The ‘you and me’ constellation?” you repeat, smiling, endeared by his adorable naming of constellations, taking his hand from where it’s still pointing to the sky and interlacing your fingers together and bringing them downwards to rest on his chest. “That’s cool.”

Seokmin nods, grinning. “Exactly. Anyone who looks at that constellation, if they resonate strongly with the constellation of two people hugging, can call it theirs. The ‘you and me’ constellation.”

“That’s very sweet.”

Silence descends once more. Seokmin taps the fingers of one hand against your arm, the other warm and secure in yours. The grass is cold, and definitely a little damp, but neither of you notice, too absorbed in the way the universe seems to be painting a beautiful landscape just for you.

You look up at Seokmin, who still has his eyes fixed on the sky. His mouth is slightly parted in wonder, eyes wide, side profile as beautiful as ever, and it makes you smile.

“Seokmin?”

Seokmin’s lips automatically lift into a smile at the sound of his name, and he looks down at you. “Yes, darling?”

“Did you know the closest red supergiant to Earth is called Betelgeuse?”

Seokmin’s eyebrows raise upwards, surprised. “I did. How did you know that?”

You grin. “Research.”

His face softens, laughing. “You searched it up while I was taking photographs, weren’t you?” He kisses you on the nose, lightly. “Betelgeuse is also one of the brightest stars in our sky. It’s going to become a supernova really soon.”

“Wait, really?”

Seokmin nods, looking back up at the sky. “It’s not even that old. But even so, the Earth will probably still be around to see it go supernova. It’ll become the brightest light in our sky for several days.”

“Wow.” You look around at the sky, trying to see if you can see which one is Betelgeuse, but they all twinkle even more, as if intentionally attempting to confuse you, so you give up. “It’s incredible, actually. Our Earth being able to exist at the same time as such a phenomenon.”

Seokmin smiles. “Like you and me.”

You blink. “The constellation?”

“What? No,” Seokmin chuckles, “not the constellation.” He squeezes your interlaced hands, once. “Like Seokmin and Y/N. The fact we found each other, were pulled towards each other, in this same lifetime. Under this sky.”

Seokmin looks at you, and his eyes are soft, soft with indescribable emotions, as beautiful and endless as the universe expanding above you. It makes you smile, heart melting, fragile and yet safe in his hands.

“I don’t think there will ever be a lifetime where we don’t find each other,” you say. “I promise. In fact, I’ll make sure of it.”

He grins, face positively glowing with love, and he really is the most beautiful constellation of stars you’ve ever seen. “Have I told you I love you?”

You laugh, lifting yourself upwards slightly to smile down at him. “Hmm, no, I don’t think you have.”

“In which case, I love you.”

His mouth is warm on yours, the kiss light and sweet. When you pull away, he’s still grinning and glowing and looking like the stars in human form. 

“Say it again,” you say, and he smiles impossibly wider.

“I love you.”

It’s him that leans up to kiss you this time, a fluttery, silvery thing, and now you’re smiling too, the fingers of one hand still interlaced with his, the other cupping his face. You hum, pleased, and kiss him once more.

“I love you too.”

Far away, somewhere up in the stars that you can’t identify, there’s Betelgeuse, shining brightly down on you, light years away and never-ending. At least, in your lifetime. But that supergiant, that star, isn’t the biggest and most beautiful star you’ve ever seen.

Oh, no.

That title belongs to your boyfriend.

And under this same sky, when he shines, he’ll do it with you, holding your hand, kissing you gently and promising you the entire world. 

In every lifetime, in every universe.

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[mommys8n]

Introduction

Hi! I'm Satan, aka Sage, I'm 19 and I write stuff :D

Things I write:

All of us are dead

IVE

Lssrfm

Iz*one

Aespa

NWJNS

(G)I-DLE

Twice

(ask for more ggs my memory's shit)

Ateez (new)

Svt

NCT (all units)

Skz

Enhypen

Txt

Shinee

Bigbang

AB6IX

Astro

Oneus

Nu'est

TWD(Series)

KNY

Squidgame (Jiyeong my pookie)

Onepiece

Dangit grandpa

Total Drama

-- I write smut but only characters 18+ (no aging up)

--for Total Drama I won't write smut for reboot! And for the other casts only when they are adults (for example I won't write abt them when they were in Island bc they were 16)

--I don't write for kinks such as: watersports, scat, noncon(dubcon depends), vomit ect. I might refuse some kinks, but most of them I'll write about. Pls don't get mad if I don't decide to write something -.-

--I won't write things such as incest(stepcest included,, srry), pedophilia, ect. Age gaps between legal adults is okay! Barely legal is also okay but depends kinda but mostly yeah

--pls respect my boundaries lol

--I might take a while to write!! sorry :[

--x reader is accepted as much as ships (also ships x reader) :3

anyways that's all bye :3

#writing #aouad #ive #le sserafim #izone #nwjns #aespa #gidle #twice #twd #one piece #squid game #kny #demon slayer #danganronpa #total drama #intro post #ateez #seventeen #svt #skz #stray kids #enhypen #txt #shinee #bigbang #ab6ix #astro #oneus #nuest

[n1cholaswang]

##R.

*taps mic* testing, testing. 1, 2, 3. okay!

hello! im really bad at introducing myself but here's the basic rundown:

name's zyrin but u can either call me zy or rin, whichever you prefer :)

9teen

neurodivergent

androgynous

infp

afro-cuban

fluent in english & spanish, learning korean

multistan

i write both smut & fluff, sometimes angst when im feeling it

#WRITING-FOR

bold = open to writing nsfw shit

bts , enhypen (legal line) , txt , p1harmony (legal line) , cravity , cix , just b , seventeen , xdinary heroes , ciipher , onewe , oneus (+ ravn) , nct , tempest , treasure (minus haruto, jeongwoo & junghwan) , epex (hyung line) , to1 (minus yeojeong + chihoon, minsu, woonggi, & jerome) , mcnd (minus win) , bae173 (hyung line) , ghost9 (minus jinwoo) , tfn (minus kio) , the boyz (+ hwall/hyunjun) , trainee a (legal line + leo) , stray kids , dkb (minus harry-june) , nine.i (minus jiho) , løren / lorenisalone , astro , dtqk , ateez , mirae (minus yubin) , tnx (legal line) , younite (minus sion) , jwiiver , itzy , e'last , victon , blitzers (minus wooju) , verivery , drippin (minus alex) , wei , (g)i-dle (+ soojin) , superkind (minus sio & jdv) , dkz (minus giseok) , twice , atbo (legal line) , blank2y (minus sodam) , dreamcatcher , trendz (minus yechan) , ive , kard , kep1er , le sserafim (minus eunchae) , omega x , purple kiss , xg (legal line) , ab6ix , aespa , billlie , boy story , csr , dreamcatcher , ini , kingdom , luminous , nmixx , onf , onlyoneof , purple kiss , stayc , gaho , bibi , bdc , big naughty , vapo , haon , class:y , d1ce , lee youngji , newjeans , park hyeonjin , pentagon , rocket punch , trade l , withus , xeed , &team (legal line) kang daniel & woodz

what a list LMAO

#NOTES-or-WARNINGS

- i try to make the reader gender neutral as much as i can but i literally suck at that so don't expect it to happen all the time

- some self-inserts, especially with certain nsfw situations with my biases. sometimes the self-inserts are personality/interest-wise with whatever idol it is (it'll make more sense later)

- gotta wild imagination lmao

- i will overuse adjectives and shit cause i suck at writing LMAO

- 99.5% of the time, i am stuck in a creative block but i'll try my best to upload as much as possible

& most importantly

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

#kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours

[overlooked-tracks]

K-Pop Events, New Music Releases Canceled & Postponed in Light of Seoul Halloween Stampede

The following article has been posted on October 31, 2022 at 04:21PM:

An Overlooked Tracks News Finding: Here’s an article you might have overlooked. Having a partnership with NewsAPI, we try to catch music entertainment news for you to view, read and possibly enjoy. We will continue to find what’s available in the world of music entertainment, concert information and music releases. But obviously you – the listener and reader are the biggest source for news in your area, so if you can share with us. For right now, look at what we found for you:

“From The Billboard Magazine Website – K-Pop Events, New Music Releases Canceled & Postponed in Light of Seoul Halloween Stampede”

More than 150 people died in a crowd crush in Seoul’s Itaewon neighborhood.

Emergency services treat injured people after a stampede on Oct. 30 in Seoul, South Korea.

Chung Sung-Jun/Getty Images

Multiple K-pop-related events and new music releases have been canceled or postponed following a national tragedy in South Korea where more than 150 people, so far, have lost their lives in a crowd crush at Seoul’s Itaewon neighborhood during Halloween weekend.

The New York Times reports that officials do not know what caused the disaster that’s left dozens killed and injured. South Korean president Yoon Sukyeol declared a period of national mourning following the incident through Saturday, Nov. 5.

Since the tragedy, the Korean-pop industry has announced several cancelations of scheduled events and postponements of upcoming music releases.

Artists including BTS, Roy Kim, fromis_9, Oh My Girl, Tomorrow X Together, Stray Kids, Park Jihoon, The Boyz, Yuju, DKZ, Wonho, ENHYPEN, StayC, aespa, P1Harmony, CRAVITY, EPEX, Kwon Eunbi, Kep1er and more have announced postponements or cancelations of planned content like TV appearances, fan events, live streams, video premieres, streaming parties, photo reveals and more. Many of it was related to Halloween.

The 2022 Busan One Asia Festival concert set for Oct. 30 and scheduled to include artists like Brave Girls, Golden Child, MAMAMOO, Pentagon, (G)I-DLE, AB6IX, WEi and LE SSERAFIM has been canceled.

SM Entertainment — the K-pop label and management home to artists like Super Junior, Girls’ Generation, Red Velvet, NCT and aespa — deleted all announcements regarding its “SMTOWN WONDERLAND 2022” Halloween party that was planned for Oct. 30 and would have featured a live stream and red carpet event to feature its artists in costume.

Stampede on Oct. 30 in Seoul, South Korea

New music releases by K-pop stars have been postponed including: the new EP Loner by Yong Junhyung (originally set for a 6 p.m. local time release in Korea on Oct. 30); a new single “Stay With Me” by girl group IRRIS and new music from girl group CRAXY (both originally set for a 12 a.m. local time release in Korea on Oct. 31); the new EP titled Last Scene by Chen of boy band EXO (originally set for a 6 p.m. release in Korea on Oct. 31); the full-length album Villain : The End from boy band DRIPPIN (set for a 6 p.m. release in Korea on Nov. 1); the new cover EP by Jeong Eunji of girl group Apink (set for a 6 p.m. release in Korea on Nov. 2); the new EP titled Overload by K-pop-rock band Xdinary Heroes (set for a 6 p.m. release in Korea on Nov. 4).

Weekly live K-pop music program Inkigayo, which airs on South Korea’s public SBS channel, announced it has canceled its Oct. 30 broadcast. The Show, which airs on cable channel SBS M, also announced it has canceled its upcoming Nov. 1 broadcast.

YG Entertainment — the K-pop label and management home to artists like BIGBANG, WINNER, AKMU, BLACKPINK and TREASURE — shared that they have decided to temporarily postpone the promotion schedule and content release dates for their artists.

HYBE — the label and management home to artists like BTS, Tomorrow X Together, SEVENTEEN, Zico, and NewJeans — postponed its 2022 “HYBE BRIEFING WITH THE COMMUNITY” scheduled for 10 a.m. local time in Korea on Nov. 4.

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#Music #Musicislife #musica #MusicLover #podcast #podcaster

[thepixelelf]

992/2800 word february

[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.”

#ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix imagines #ab6ix x reader #daehwi scenarios #daehwi imagines #daehwi x reader #lee daehwi scenarios #lee daehwi imagines #lee daehwi x reader #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[linos-luna]

❣️ Asks / Requests ❣️

I don’t mind y’all sending requests. Please do actually. I need ideas 😅

Be as specific or vague as you want

I write for Stray Kids and Bts mostly.

But I take requests for Txt, Monsta x/Wonho, NCT 127, and Ab6ix too

Anything really. Smut, yandere, angst, fluff, etc…

——————————————————————

Things I won’t do:

Any kinda step sibling thing (sorry, I just find it weird)

Mafia AU (tbh I don’t know how to write those and I’m just not into them)

Hybrid!reader or Hybrid!member (I’m just not good at that yet 😅)

I don’t write for Woojin >:(

——————————————————————

Or if you just wanna chat, that’s cool too. I’m always open to make new friends

#bts #bts smut #bts yandere #skz angst #kpop smut #stray kids smut #stray kids yandere #stray kids #kpop #reqs open #stray kids x reader #request #asks open #new to this

[winterviolet1]

Needy

Sub Dae-Hwi x Dom reader

@roses-for-my-love

Warning: Thigh-riding, edging, orgasm denial, and crying

Genre: Smut

"Look are you baby, Riding my thigh like a needy bitch"

Dae-Hwi whimper at the name as he continue to ruts against my thigh. He been like this ever since we can back from his practice. He goes on and on of who he wanted me and begs a lot for it.

Now here we are as my dear little Dae-Hwi riding my thigh with tears coming down his cheeks. I wrapped my hard around him which cause him to let out a loud moan. "M-mommy please!" He cry out as I edge him a little long then let's go which cause him whine.

"W-why I-I was so close" he hates it when I deny him from cumming. I let out a wicked smirk and have him riding my thigh again.

"Oh baby boy we're only just beginning~"

#sub!ab6ix #sub!kpop #daehwi #smut #short but sweet #ab6ix x reader

[nobodyeverasked]

chasing fire; park woojin

(3079 words) - large

Summary: What you don’t know can’t kill you, but what you do hurts like hell.

It seemed like yesterday when Y/N's heart was ripped out of his chest by the hands that used to cherish his skin and run through his hair under the evening sunlight. When all he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and suffocating him like a thick smog, and when the starlight burned like wildfire as he ran out to the empty midnight road...

Oh wait, it was. 

It was yesterday, when the man who he shared all of his precious firsts, seconds and thirds with left him withered just before their bedroom door as he poured the symphonies of his love out to somebody else. The room that housed their safest sounds behind a gate of dancing grey drapes and under the sapphire spotlight of the many crescent moons felt like nothing but a fantasy gone sour. All of the tears that ripped through his chest and the sounds that he heard… But he didn’t say a thing.

He didn’t say a damn thing.

Park Woojin, how could you have hurt a person so?

Y/N was so desperate, so in need of that special love that Woojin said they had that the day after, he couldn’t help but smile as Woojin’s hands found themselves on his waist at their lockers. No matter if Woojin has done the same exact thing to anybody else, worshipped another’s hips like Y/N’s, kissed other lips like Y/N’s. Woojin was right here, right now, soaking him in like the moonlight that glazed over their own sweat-soaked chests once upon a time, back when Woojin made Y/N feel like a shining star upon a dying night, a vibrant sunset over beaches burnt black and laid to waste. But at this point, he didn’t know what he felt like to Woojin anymore. A replaceable body that he would hold so close to his chest? Expendable lips that he would ignite into flames and catch between their teeth? Y/N didn’t know anymore.

“Hey, babe.” Woojin said as he let his hands wander across Y/N’s waist and up his chest, the smile that’s left Y/N breathless too many times to count shining under the morning light pouring through the windows of their College. It was brilliant, like the ivory sands dancing around their summertime kisses and like the coral sunlight that melts on Y/N’s skin whenever Woojin holds his hands and whispers his ‘I love you’s to him like a swansong. Woojin pressed a kiss to Y/N’s neck looking over the textbooks he picked out of his locker, playing with Y/N’s fingers that glossed over a few of the pages. How could Woojin make this feel so normal? Why was he so good at pretending?!

“Hey b-” Y/N didn’t know if he could finish that, but he wanted to be in Woojin’s arms so bad, and the shimmering sparks in Woojin’s eyes made him want to keep drowning in the clouds of his sweetest daydreams forever. “B-babe…” Y/N crept his hands up Woojin’s arms as he turned around, Woojin’s grin immediately catching his own. He didn’t know how to end the warzone in his brain, stopping his hands from tracing any further upon Woojin’s arms. He was almost thankful Woojin pulled back and turned around as soon as the bell rang, but he couldn’t help but remember the days when they would linger in each other's arms until a teacher had to yell at them to get to class.

The good old days have gone, Y/N just hasn’t let himself realize that yet. The good old days where Woojin meant every murmur under the night skies they ignited together; Y/N wanted them, needed them to be real. Did Woojin pretend back then too?

Was he just someone that Woojin could just sweeten up and taste when he gets bored?

No matter how true that thought was, all Y/N wanted was to feel Woojin atop him, murmuring those prayers into his skin no matter how false. Forging those words of their worn legend between their tongues. Blankly worshiping Y/N’s body under the ivory candlelights of the stars and between the tides of cherry chapstick. The thought, that very prompt in his head was the truest thing he’s heard from himself in ages. Y/N still loved Woojin with all of his heart, though. Even when Woojin broke it, when it healed, it’s pieces came stumbling after him like the first day they met.

*

As soon as his English teacher dismissed their class, he wound around the corner, his legs dragging him towards Woojin’s locker as if it was second nature to him - to gravitate to anything that drifted in Woojin’s nova. He finally made it to his locker, weaving between small crowds of students and letting his tense, shaky sighs dissipate into the chatter surrounding him. 

Should I bring it up? Y/N let his thoughts consume him as silence began to grow and cling to him like Woojin’s cologne every night they pressed each other up on plaza fences and walls. The darkness eclipsing his reason and the heat bubbling under his fingertips made it that much harder to smile as Woojin approached him with a bright one. Y/N kept his eyes down, eyes trained on the silver ring that ‘would always be with him when I wasn’t’ as Woojin oh-so poetically put it that one night they lay on his bed, legs intertwined and flames of admiration searing lingering touches. 

Should I bring it up? Y/N looked up at his boyfriend as they greeted each other, the silken velvet of Woojin’s lips ghosting his neck making his thoughts trip over their words. The gentle touch that kneaded into his waist drowning them out of his head entirely, but only for a second as a call to Woojin’s name snapped them out of this bliss that drowned them both in years’ worth of pleasant memories. Pleasant memories that Y/N wishes were real to them.

“Oh…” Y/N could hear Woojin’s breath hitch as their attention was dragged over to a man way too familiar to Y/N… Way too familiar. 

It was the other man that was in Woojin’s bed, entwined in his arms - Y/N’s second home - the man who soaked in the sapphire moonlight that Y/N thought was special, that he thought only shone for them. Y/N could feel the heat of anger, sadness and regret bubble up his throat and billow in his chest, the flames of this unrelenting unease lapped at Y/N’s heart and made the doubts of his worthiness to feel Woojin’s skin meld with his own that much louder. 

He was too blinded by the images of this man dressed in the sheets that once draped over his and Woojin’s shoulders and painted in the lilac tapestries of passion that Y/N knew were no less than nothing to Woojin now. He could feel Woojin’s touch leaving him, fingertips drawing away from his own even though an arm was still wrapped around his waist, hands keeping him close. 

Woojin’s chest will never feel as warm as it used to just a day ago, as if the candlelights of their admiration could be blown away with only one of this man’s heavy breaths that he heard through Woojin’s bedroom door.

“What do you want, Nathan?” Woojin said curtly, a tone of distaste moulding his words. Y/N shivered at the name, and remembered how it resonated in Woojin’s throat, through the lips that would once sing a song of him. Y/N knows that their midnight melodies would never sound the same since the night Nathan’s tongue took its place between Woojin’s teeth.

“I just wanted to say hi.” Nathan gave a small wave, completely disregarding Y/N’s presence. Y/N could see it now, the flames of Woojin’s admiration dripping from his smirk, the worn cherry stains of Woojin’s kisses clinging to his neck and displayed on his skin. It taunted Y/N, beckoned the smokescreen of sadness to cloud his senses and keep his eyes on the floor. “Are you free after school today? I’d love to hang out.” Nathan kept going, combing his hair back with a small, devious smile. He eyed Woojin up and down, taking in the figure he had all to himself last night. Nathan waited for a response, but the silence egged him on - him and his perfect eyes, his perfect lips, his perfect hands, perfect body - Y/N understood now. “By the way, I like your sweater, it was comfy as hell.” Y/N unclung himself from the navy fabric of Woojin’s sweater. “Looks like you were thinking of me when you put that on. I think I look better in it though, Jinnie.” Nathan sneered.

Y/N remembered wearing that same exact sweater not too long ago, tied up in Woojin’s embrace on his couch, lost in his lips and ignoring the take-out on his kitchen counter. It was the sweater Woojin sent to him over the winter break prior,  just before he went on vacation, a portable hug that kept him warm on the white nights without his touch. It was more than cotton and polyester to him. 

Nathan… God-damn Nathan had the sweater too, the royal blue hugs that made Y/N’s grey skies clear as day. How? How could Woojin just give it to him, now he wonders if he really was the first to wear it; not just that sweater; but the first to wear Woojin’s kisses on his neck like diamonds, too?

“Nathan…” Woojin started but couldn’t finish, he knew what Nathan had said and what he had done, it was written all over the walls of the corridor and smudged on the lockers they onced pressed each other up on. How could Woojin have done this to the one person that understood him, that admired for all the things he was and wanted to be? The one who worshipped his imperfections like treasures and the one who poured their entire heart into every second they spent together? Woojin didn’t know, but all he did know is that he made the biggest mistake in his life, and will do anything to undo it.

“So it’s a yes?”

“No.”

Both Nathan and Woojin whipped around to the one trying so hard to keep his emotions in that they nearly burst from under his skin. Y/N raised his eyes to Nathan’s and could see Woojin’s reflection still lingering in them, still singing Nathan’s name, still cherishing Nathan’s body. A body that wasn’t Y/N’s, and he was done clinging onto this fading hope that everything is still going to be the same. Woojin flinched as Y/N took one more step, keeping his chin up as he tried his best to keep the tears from boiling over, and keep his sadness from spilling out on a person who barely deserved his time.

“He’s not free, he needs to talk to someone,” Y/N kept his composure, nails digging into his palms when all he got from Nathan was a cocked eyebrow. “Please? It’s important.”

“It won’t take all day-”

“Just fuck off, Nathan!” Y/N couldn’t keep it in anymore, just seeing his face, hearing his voice brought back all the memories he tried to scrub clean, all of the noises that burst through the gate of Woojin’s smile that would only part for him. It brought the sleepless night where Y/N lay crying to the stars what he did wrong and chasing his cries down Woojin’s street to haunt the withered hopes that everything could possibly go back to normal. Nathan winced as Y/N took a step closer, eyes no longer filled with the sparks of happiness Woojin once counted as they fell asleep, but lit ablaze by this sadness that writhed in him like a wicked flame.

“Fine, whatever. Have fun with your boyfriend.” Nathan left with a parting scoff. His glare settling upon a silenced Woojin once more before he rounded the corner. Y/N let a breath burst through his bitten lips that he barely knew he was holding, the numbness he felt while looking into Nathan’s eyes was unlike anything he’s ever felt. But he’s been feeling a lot of new stuff today.

“Thanks for that-”

“Park Woojin.” Y/N turned around to Woojin who just stood there, hands in his pockets and gaze weighted to the floor. Woojin has never had Y/N use his full name before, not even in their little arguments about who would hold the door next time or whether Marvel is better than DC. It was a bitter taste he knew he had to bite back and choke down. It was the bed he made for himself, and he will have to live knowing that when he wakes up, Y/N won’t be under him, soaking in the aurora blue tinting their most precious Sunday mornings.

“Y/N, please… It’s not what you think.” Woojin started, his tongue tripping over itself and the heat bubbling under his skin as he rummaged through his thoughts, desperately scratching at some hollow words to throw out into the hallway. Y/N tightened his fists, wedged his teeth into his bottom lip and took a couple steps closer. Was Woojin really trying to forge some hollow excuse right now? Was he really trying to fester a flame that was nothing but ashes? Y/N tried his hardest not to scream in pain or cry out in anger, the whirlwind in his head making it so much harder to look into the beautiful brown eyes that may have held some love for him.

“It’s not what I think, huh?” Y/N stepped back from Woojin’s desperate attempts to reach out for him. “I saw you two last night, and I was stupid enough for wanting to make it last.” Y/N looked at the ring on his finger, threatening to take it off, but a wince from Woojin stopped him, “I loved you, Woojin, and despite what everyone said, I thought you loved me too. But I guess the millions of times you said it was just bullshit.” Y/N saw all of their firsts in the galaxies embraced in Woojin’s dark brown eyes, all of the times they kissed under the winter stars, the coffee staining their early autumn mornings. The moonlight that drenched their skin during their nights on rooftops, and the black beaches that rendered themselves useless to the fires of admiration that soaked them. All of it started to play back like a cassette in Y/N’s mind, drawing him in this trance of flimsy nostalgia that constantly makes him think that everything will be better, that Woojin didn’t pray at another’s hips - an altar that wasn’t Y/N’s.

“Y/N-”

“What did I do wrong, Woojin? Did I really screw up that bad?”

“NO! Y/N, wait, please… Forgive me, give us one more chance.” Woojin’s words stumbled from under his tongue, reaching out to the young man that was so close, but so far away. He could feel the ivory tiled floor swallowing him whole, the sunlight they used to share together burning through his heart. Looking into Y/N’s eyes now, no longer holding the little fires of happiness that would always bloom around them whenever their lips met and sighs intertwined. Woojin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live knowing that he made a mistake that would cost him the man he knew he was taking for granted.

“I’m afraid it isn’t as easy as either of us think, Woojin.” With every step Woojin took, Y/N inches away from him. Y/N’s heart burned the more he looked at the man he loved, not with a fire, but a poison. A toxin that ached in his chest and billowed through him like the clouds of their breaths that followed them on those winter nights that seemed like nothing but a blur to Y/N now. “It just took me one look at that asshole’s face to realize what I was doing to myself…”

“PLEASE! Y/N please!”

Tears ripped down Y/N’s cheeks and burned into his skin, his hitched breaths scratching at his throat and bursting through quivering lips. He slid the ring Woojin gave to him from off his fingers and shuffled towards him with a sad smile drenched from the rivers carved into his skin. Y/N dropped the ring into Woojin’s hands, leaving the memories with it.

“No, Y/N…”

“One heartbreak is more than enough-” Woojin throwing his arms around him cut him off in an instant, a desperate longing, a cry to stay echoing through his sobs into Y/N’s shoulder. His breaths ripped through Y/N’s skin and shook his bones, leaving him stunned, frozen still in the frigid, dark waters of sadness and regret numbing their senses. Y/N held Woojin’s face in his hands, his skin still feeling so warm, still threatening to ignite the stars under their skin. However, Y/N understood that the flames of admiration will never burn into them the same, that the sweetness that bloomed under their fingertips will just run bitter like ash. He knew that their memories tinted through ruby smiles and coral sunlight will fade to black and white and seep through their fingers. He knows that nothing will be the same, nothing will ever be the same. “Thank you for everything Woojin, I mean it.” 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” Woojin leaned his forehead onto Y/N’s, soaking in the velvet of Y/N’s sorrowful chuckles dancing between them for one last time. He knew what he did, and he knew that Y/N did too, he accepted his fate as soon as his clothes hit the floor last night, as soon as his lips cherished the skin of another.

“I know… I’ll forgive you, just not right now… I need to think, okay? We were both going to move on like nothing happened, and that would’ve destroyed us both.” Y/N cupped Woojin’s face, bringing him closer. Feeling the tears roll between his fingers and down his knuckles only twisted the daggers in his heart. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help him from seeing the lips that used to wait for his contorted in sadness and pain. 

“Goodbye, Woojin…”

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[daybreakx]

“Open it” + AB6IX Youngmin

festive prompt list

female reader.

warnings: pregnancy, a little suggestive.

a/n: I don’t officially write for AB6IX, but I am obsessed with Youngmin (I’ve thought he’s cute since broduce but right now he’s really hitting me with the feels) so I hope this turns out well.

Also anon who requested with Youngmin, I love you and this is totally because of you (and for you), although I sort of mixed both your suggestions so I hope you don’t mind!

The fact that your boyfriend’s birthday was on Christmas Day, always meant he got double the presents. It also meant there were usually a lot of people at your house since early hours in the morning, so that’s why you woke Youngmin way sooner than he expected. 

“Five more minutes” he groaned, trying to hold on to you before you completely left your shared bed “Please? It’s my birthday”

“No, come on, we have to get changed” you laughed “And I want to give you your present before everyone gets here”

“Oh is that so?” raising one eyebrow he smirked, scooting closer to you “I like the sound of that”

“Alright so get up” pushing him off before he could actually reach for your face with his lips, you got out of bed, leaving Youngmin pouting and a little confused, “Also, Happy Birthday love” you leaned over the mattress and kissed him softly.

“Thank you, I love you” Youngmin finally pushed the covers aside, smiling brightly as he prepared for the day ahead.

You were still making the last arrangements for Youngmin’s celebration at your house, when he came down the stairs, still wearing that beautiful smile. 

“You look handsome” you approached him again, letting him wrap his arms around you “I have a present for you.”

“I feel like you’ve been saying that all morning” he chuckled, kissing your cheek “Thank you for working so hard for this whole Christmas, birthday thing”

“It’s okay, I love you and I want you to have a nice time” smiling at him again, you “Come on, let’s open some presents”

Leading him into the living room, you had set three small boxes wrapped in bright red paper in the coffee table. Youngmin sat on the couch in front of the small table, and grabbed the first one, shaking it a bit to try and figure out what it was.

“Open it” you encouraged him, getting extremely excited yourself, he was in for a huge surprise.

Youngmin got rid of the wraping pretty fast, and opened the small box, he gave you a confused look as he took out a small sneaker out of it. “Is this a keychain?”

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “Continue!”

Leaving the sneaker aside, he grabbed the second box, still confused about its contents when he took out a tiny sock out of it. This time, something started clicking in his head, as he looked at the shoe, the sock and then at you. Without a word, but his movements getting quicker he took the third box between his shaky hands. Almost ripping apart the whole box, his eyes opened twice as big than before, “Are you for real?” he asked, his voice louder and three tones higher than usual. It was the positive pregnancy test, what he found on the third package.

You nodded repeteadly, biting your bottom lip. “Merry Christmas?”

Youngmin jumped back on his feet and in a second, he was lifting you off the ground, arms tightly wrapped around you as he kept saying “I love you” over and over again. 

“I’m going to be a dad!” he yelled, his tone of voice back to normal, but still loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear him. “Thank you, y/n, this is the best present ever” his eyes sparkled with emotion as he finally stopped moving, grabbing your face with both hands he continued speaking: “I love you so much, thank you for making me the happiest man on Earth”

“I love you too” you pulled him a little closer by the neck “I’m so happy to start this family with you”.

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Key -> 💜 fluff ; 🌸 angst ; 🍨 suggestive

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