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chrysbibi · 1 year

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Pairing: Haruto Watanabe x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Who knew kisses could be so disastrous when painting your nails.

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: established relationship

"I don't understand how you can mess this up so bad!" Haruto sighs as he cleans the polish from your fingernails.

You giggle as he wipes the last of the color from your nails; his touch is gentle as he holds your hand in his.

"I don't know! I just can't paint the nail without painting some of the skin as well! How do you even do that?!" you complain as he sets the now color-stained cotton ball aside.

Haruto rolls his eyes as he ramages through the nail polish bottles in his little makeup bag, "So, what color do you want to paint it?"

"Mm…Black and red!" you grin at him and he stops looking in the bag, turning to face you.

"So, like mine?"

"Yes!"

Haruto huffs, but you can see how the corners of his lips tug upwards, threating to break into a smile.

"Since when did you become so sappy?"

He finds the two colors in his bag and sets them on the table next to you. He takes your right hand in his, thumb brushing over your fingers as he opens the black polish bottle.

"Since you started getting so embarrassed about it." you smile at him smugly and Haruto gives you a dirty look before he focuses on your nails again.

"I am not embarrassed!" he tries keeping his voice monotone, eyes glued on your fingers as he paints them, deliberately avoiding your face.

"Mmm." you mumble as you stare at him and the growing blush on his cheeks.

He paints your thumb, your index and small fingers black, finishing your right hand and then moving on the left one. He dyes your index and middle fingers black before putting the cap of the nail polish back in the bottle, closing it.

He notices you staring at him with a smile on your face, but chooses to ignore it. But, when your gaze still follows him as he twists open the red polish bottle and starts painting the remaining fingers red, he can't help but ask.

"What?"

Your smile grows bigger, but you shake your head, "Nothing."

He raises an eyebrow and glances at you suspiciously before lowering his face to finish with your right hand.

"Do I have something on my face?"

When you don't reply, he raises his head to look at you and you bring your hand closer to his face. He is taken a bit aback, leaning back by instinct.

"It's just an eyelash." you lie and he brings his hand to his face in an attempt to find it.

"Wait, let me do it!"

Haruto stares at you and puts his hand down as you cup his face, thumb stroking the skin under his left eye. He closes his eyes instinctively as you caress the skin and the nonexistent eyelash.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh at his soft expression. You lean closer and connect your lips to his, in a gentle kiss. Haruto keeps his eyes closed, his breath catching in the back of his throat as you kiss him softly. His lips move to match yours and they taste like chocolate.

You break the kiss, slowly opening your eyes to look at Haruto who parts his lips, lingering at the feeling of your lips on his. A moment later he flutters his eyes open and you smile at him as you make eye contact.

His face immediately turns red and he grabs your left hand, lowering his head supposedly to look better at your nails, but mostly to cover his blush. His red ears still peak out from his long, dark hair and you chuckle, finding his embarrassment adorable.

He paints till the last nail, humming satisfied as he places the cap back in the nail polish bottle and turns to you.

"Do you like them?"

You extend your hands in front of you and admire your newly painted nails and grin.

"I love them! Thank you!" you say excitedly and jump towards him.

"Wait they haven't dried yet-" Haruto exclaims as your body crashes into his and your lips meet again, taking his breath away.

He soon forgets about your freshly painted nails and melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your body. You lock your hands around his neck and bend your head to the side to have better access to his lips. He pulls you closer and you stumble forward on the floor, grabbing his cardigan for balance as he deepens the kiss.

You moan as his tongue licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside. You tug his hair roughly and he groans into the kiss, pulling you harder against his chest.

You break the kiss, both of you breathing heavily as you stare into each other's eyes. Haruto bites his bottom lip as he tries to contain his smile, but fails miserably the moment you playfully poke his nose.

That is until he notices your nails, suddenly grabbing your hand and bringing it on his eye level; eyes squinting to look at it. He sighs disappointed and loosens his grip on it, letting it fall to your side.

"We will have to re-paint them!"

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femdomlieeh · 7 months

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Jealous

Younger!Haruto (Treasure) ✧ Older!Reader

WC—2 k

THEMES—makeup artist x idol au ✧ younger!idol x older!reader ✧ jealousy ✧ fluffy

WARNING—cute shit ✧ jealous!Haruto ✧ tiny bit of angst ✧ pet names (miss, 누나, boyfriend)

NOW PLAYING—Never Felt So Alone ✧ Labrinth

A/N. 누나 (nuna) = older sister

M.LISTS—treasure ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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"That tickles a bit," Jihoon giggled a little as you patted his neck with a soft cushion. "Sorry, Jihoonie. I'm finished soon," you smiled at his smile, patting a bit faster. "Nooo it's OK. I like it," he winked. You laughed, Jihoon was not shy. Unbeknownst to you, on a chair beside Jihoon, sat an even taller blonde guy staring at the whole interaction with red eyes. Haruto, your boyfriend — who you would otherwise notice in a crowd — was sitting on Jihoon's left which meant your back was turned to the poor boy. Since YG had a dating ban, he couldn't say anything he wanted in this situation, like 'look at me instead' or '누나, stop laughing with that stupid guy, please' or 'pay attention to me' or 'can we switch makeup artists so I can be with my girlfriend?' because everyone knew that if he so much as hugged you or held your hand in front of other staff members they would betray the company for some money from dirty, disgusting Dispatch. All Haruto could do was sit and huff, hoping you would for no logical reason just turn around and see him and stop doing Jihoon's makeup to compliment his hair.

Done with Jihoon, you went to one of the tables with drinks to take a sip or your iced americano, thirsty af. While drinking you noticed Doyoung (who was also finished with his makeup) had smudged his lip tint when he drank from a chocolate milk packet without a straw and, naturally, you went up to him to repaint his lips as a makeup artist should do. Haruto was staring at you on the mirror as you focused on Doyoung's lips and lightly dapped them with your finger. It looked so intimate to him; your finger tips touching his lips. He knew it was part of your job and that to you this was a mundane action like cleaning your EarPods/headphones or scrolling through TikTok or doing laundry — but it still hurt a bit.

"Looks perfect now! No chocolate milk until after the VLive, OK Doyoungie?" you said, arms crossed jokingly, knowing the boy liked snacking. 'Doyoungie' pouted jokingly — and totally unnecessarily — as he nodded "Yes, 누나, don't worry." You laughed. Haruto was pouting now but unlike Doyoung it was not in a joking way. He wishes you were paying this much attention to him instead of his members. He knew it was your job to make sure everyone looked good but in this specific instance it still hurt his feelings. He had just coloured his hair blonde, which was a huge shift for him as he'd never had to colour his hair so dramatically for a comeback, and he didn't like it and needed all your reassurance. His hair stuck out like a sore thumb so how didn't you even notice him? How come you noticed such a small detail on Doyoung's makeup? Why were you even looking at his lips so attentively? Why didn't you notice Haruto who'd been only two meters away from you for the past half hour?

His makeup artist gave him a thumbs up, signalling she was finished with his makeup which meant he just had to wait until Hyunsuk's awful hairstylist was finished and then Treasure could finally start their VLive. Haruto sat down by one of the large tables with everyone's drinks, again only a few meters away from you, and moved a few blonde strands to look a bit awkward on purpose, hoping your hawk eye would notice so you'd come to correct his hair. But no! You were busy with complimenting Asahi on the pretty ring he got to wear for the VLive, so another stylist came to fix Haruto's hair, combing it a bit and moving some hair strands away from his eyes, in a way that would've felt romantic had it been you who did it instead — oh, how he wishes you were touching his hair instead and looking into his eyes.

During the VLive, the boys were celebrating their comeback and playing fun games to entertain the viewers. Some of the staff were monitoring the comments to see what games were popular or boring among the fans so they know what to plan for future VLives. You were in the styling room, the boys were in the room that had been decorated and prepared for the VLive, watching the live and laughing at Asahi's robot infamous dance that people kept asking him to do no matter how old it was and Junkyu's fun energy and Yoshi's lobster hat he had to wear as a punishment for losing a game. Out of curiousity, you looked at the comments, happy to see many positive comments drowning out the few bad ones — however, you noticed something a bit odd.

Junqt: 'Woahhh haruto is so cometitive!!!'

raffaello96: 'Haruto is teasing Doyoung so much lmao'

HwanJungle: 'Haruto looks so cute mad haha'

Ye_shihohoho: 'Jihoon and Haruto must've had an argument b4 the live lmaoooo'

JeongwooSayang<3: 'thank you Ruto for brining back asahi's robot dance ekgknrb'

What? You had noticed your boyfriend was a very active participant in this VLive, talking more than usual and joking around, coming up with the idea to play 야자 time so he could talk to his older members informally (especially Jihoon, Doyoung and Asahi for some weird reason), teasing Doyoung before Doyoung makes the first move to tease him, even pushing Jihoon lightly so he wouldn't win a point for his team. You hadn't thought too much of it until you saw the comments.

After the VLive the boys were exhausted, their social batteries lowered, smiles and laughs all spent to entertain the fans. Now they were all ready to have something to eat or take a nap (if you were Hyunsuk).

"Ahhh finally I can have my chocolate milk!" Doyoung exhaled, gulping down everything in one go, to which Haruto rolled his eyes.

You waved to him. He walked up to you, ruffling his hair a bit, hoping you'll fix it finally, "Did you see today's VLive, Miss?"

"Yeah, you acted a bit strange in the VLive today... Are you OK?"

"Strange? By that you mean my team won all games thanks to me. I did a good job, right Miss?"

"Of course, you did a really good job," you patted his arm, not sure if he was open to hugging in front of his members.

"Thanks, Miss," he smiled a bit, looking at the floor, making it very obvious you should look at his hair.

You giggled, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, "You don't need to keep calling me Miss you know? Only the members are here."

"You don't like it?"

"I mean, it's not bad but it's not good either. Feels a bit distant," you shrugged.

"Sorry, I just did it out of habit." That was a lie. He only ever referred to you as 'Miss' sometimes when managers or other staff, especially from outside companies, were present in meetings, after performances, interviews or at variety shows but after VLives he'd only ever call you 누나 since the styling room was only filled with his member and they knew about the relationship already.

"Are you hungry, Haruto?"

"Hm. A little."

"You feel like eating kimchi stew?"

He nodded.

"Ruto, are you coming?" Jaehyuk asked, holding the door open.

"No, sorry I'll see you guys later."

"OK, bye," everyone waved, leaving you two alone in the room.

"You never answered my question," you held his arm and dragged him to sit down with you on one of the empty sofas.

"What do you mean?" he looked down at his shoes.

"Are you OK?"

"Mhm," he avoided your eyes, finding it hard showing himself vulnerable in this way.

You sat closer to him and held his cheeks, turning him to look at you, "Something tells me my boyfriend isn't telling me the truth.

His cheeks and ears were turning red. Such a small touch meant so much to him right now, especially when you combed your fingers through his hair, making sure no hair strands were blocking your eye contact — oh and combine that with proudly calling him your boyfriend and now he's a strawberry. He felt his breathing changing, stopping for a moment before going faster.

"This is the first time you looked at me today, 누나," he pouted a bit.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Boyfriend, I didn't realise," you felt awful.

"I sat right beside Jihoon during makeup time, you know?" he made his pout bigger.

You were shocked, having been so focused on doing his makeup that you didn't even realise Haruto was right behind you.

"And then you noticed Doyoung's lips and complimented Asahi and stuff and I just got a bit jealous. It felt like I wasn't even your boyfriend but more like someone looking at your life from the outside."

You held his hand in yours, playing with it and squeezing gently. "I'm so sorry but it's also my job to do their makeup and when we're with other staff it's not safe for me to act like your girlfriend."

"I know and that's not the frustrating part, it's just you paid sooo much attention to them and none to me and I just felt ignored. Sometimes I just wish I could go up to you and ask for a hug or do anything a normal couple would," he still pouted, looking you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Boyfriend," you pecked his nose. That made him smile!

"I wish I could hold your hand and tell you encouraging words or give you a good luck kiss before every performance but I can't. Just know that I'm silently cheering for you and sending you lots of love." You pulled him into a hug and he kept his face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth and closing his eyes, so comfortable.

His voice was muffled by your neck, "I understand that but 누나, please, pay attention to me more. Even in front of the stylists. I don't mean a kiss or hug— Even if it's just something as simple as fixing my clothes or makeup or hair. Anything. Please?"

"I will, Boyfriend," you placed a small kiss on the top of his head, he smiled.

"Also... Can you like not act so cutesy to the guys? That hurt a bit," he hid his face in your neck, a bit embarrassed to admit he's jealous.

You giggled, "Awww was my little boyfriend jealous?"

You loved calling him little since he was so tall and it made him blush.

"Mhm," he pouted, blushing now.

You cupped his cheek, "I understand," you gave him a small kiss on his nose, "I didn't notice I was being cute but I'll definitely give you a bit more attention instead."

He nodded cutely and kissed your lips quickly.

"Can we stay here for a little longer?"

"Of course," you kissed his forehead.

It was a little uncomfortable to keep hugging in this sitting position so you got up and sat on his lap, wrapping him in your arms, his face in your chest now. "You look so cute in blonde hair," you kissed the top of his head.

He smiled against your skin, "Thank you, 누나."

You stroked his back with one hand and petted his hair with the other, Haruto blushed, happy you couldn't see his strawberry cheeks. Right now you didn't even need to speak, just enjoying each other's touch and breathing. It wasn't awkward. Silence is very comfortable sometimes, especially with your introvert boyfriend. He placed his head on the left side of your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

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❝ And I think, "What if we weren't ridin' and dyin' together?"

The whole world would fall apart

And I never felt so alone, felt so alone, na-na (never felt so alone, woo! Alone) ❞

—timothy lee mckenzie; 2023

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alohajun · 5 months

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HIIIII i'm coming back again to request bcos i really REALLY missed reading treasure fics hehe (your blog is one of my faves btw! ♡)

anyways, i just had this idea for a scenario when i saw 0104's pics on han river recently!! can i request a haruto scenario wherein you are hanging out with the 0104 guys (OR MAYBE EVEN T5) and bf!haruto just kinda got a little jealous when you give him no attention because jeongwoo/junghwan just entertains you so much and you give them all the attention becayse they're like dongsaengs to you??? TT

their bond really makes me cry they truly are the cutest <3 ANYWAY no pressure on this!! stay safe!!!!!!

♡ I’M NOT JEALOUS! — WATANABE HARUTO

bf!haruto x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, mild angst, playful teasing, jealousy | loki's lines : this one was long overdue, i'm sorry 😭

“jealous? me? pfft. never. what would i be jealous about?”

watanabe haruto shook his head as you raised your brows, challenging him to confess his true feelings.

while you were at the han river, you tried teaching jeongwoo how to ride a bike, since the younger had confided in you, letting you know he didn’t know how.

but your biking lessons seemed to be disturbed by your boyfriend, haruto.

the raven-haired male was stuck to your side like glue, making it impossible to teach his best friend.

“ruto, seriously. get it together.” you smiled, amused by his behavior. “i was just teaching him how to ride a bike. why are you being jealous?”

“shut up, i’m not jealous!”

“oh, you’re so jealous.”

haruto frowned. “am not!” he shook his head. “i’m not jealous; i’m being absolutely reasonable,” he explained, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“no, you are not!” you laughed, shaking your head. “this isn't reasonable at all.”

“stop laughing!” haruto whined, brows furrowed in annoyance. “so what if i'm jealous? what then, huh?!”

you smiled. “really, ruto? are you jealous? of jeongwoo? seriously?” you asked, your voice was quiet as you spoke.

“maybe i am a little jealous, okay? honestly, though, who wouldn’t be?”

“jealousy doesn’t suit you, my love. don't fret your pretty head over all this.”

haruto sighed, covering his face in embarrassment as he thought over the situation he got himself into.

he never meant to get jealous like this. he knew you were just helping jeongwoo, but he couldn't help the way he felt.

haruto trusted you both, but when you took this much care of jeongwoo, haruto couldn't help but feel jealous of the attention his best friend received from you.

“gosh, i never would have thought i’d ever be jealous about things like this,” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. “you must think i’m stupid, huh?”

you nodded, giggling at the way your boyfriend’s face fell. “you are stupid. stupid, because i can’t believe you don’t know how much i love you.” you smiled widely.

“really? you mean that?” he asked, confused.

“hey, look at me.” you held his face in your hands. “i’m yours, and no one can change that, okay? i love you, not anyone else. you.”

“i love you, y/n.” haruto smiled, leaning closer as he placed his lips against yours. “thank you for making me feel better.”

before you could respond, jeongwoo’s voice grabbed the attention of you two, and you turned towards him as you watched him ride his bicycle around in circles.

“look, y/n! ruto!” he yelled, excited. “i’m riding a bike!”

the two of you exchanged proud looks, excitedly cheering in unison as you watched the younger male do his first solo bike ride.

jaehyuk and asahi watched you all from the sides, glad you two talked it out and everything was back to normal.

they were worried when you dragged haruto to the side, having noted the male’s odd behavior, but seeing you two in big smiles assured them everything was fine.

“i never knew haruto was the jealous type,” jaehyuk admitted, amused. “that too, jealous of jeongwoo.”

asahi shrugged. “eh, there are days where you crave more affection than the rest. today was one of those days for haruto,” he explained.

“i’m glad they sorted it out, though.”

“yeah, me too.”

jeongwoo biked towards the couple, beaming as he looked at you. “y/n, you wanna race? i think i can beat you,” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“oh, like heck you can! i literally taught you how to ride a bike.” you scoffed, grabbing your bike and sitting on it. “you think you can outdo the master?!”

“i don’t think i can beat you. i know i can!”

“you are so on, park jeongwoo!”

haruto stared between the two of you, shaking his head with a smile. “now, what happened to the conversation we were just having?” he asked, pretending to be upset.

you bit back a smile. “woo is like my brother, ruto. you are my boyfriend.” you shrugged. “bros before hoes, dude!” you announced, pedaling away with jeongwoo as fast as you could.

watanabe haruto stood in his spot, shell-shocked, as he watched his girlfriend and best friend laugh at his expressions. he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looked at them.

“this is outrageous, y/n! i demand more attention! you said you love me!”

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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❥ Haruto Fluff Alphabet

Affection ⇒ Pretty affectionate. His favorite thing is having his hands on your thighs or around your waist.

Beauty ⇒ Loves everything about you but loves your legs. He loves holding them, tracing random letters or sentences on them.

Cuddles ⇒ He loves it when you spoon him like Jihoon does. It makes him feel like he can trust you even more.

Domestic ⇒ Loves having your own place together. Loves cooking especially your favorite meals. Thinks of cleaning together as a fun date, so he’ll put on music and have you dance together.

Equal ⇒ He takes the more dominant role in the relationship. He likes to plan dates and spoil you but also likes to be treated every so often.

Fiance(e) ⇒ Thinks about it more when you move in together. He has dreams about your married life together and thinks that it’s in your future.

Gentle ⇒ Very gentle. Doesn’t ever grab you too hard or pull you towards him fast, so you don’t get dizzy.

Hugs ⇒ One of his favorite things. Loves to grab and drag you into one. He loves to have conversations with you while hugging.

Inspiration ⇒ You are a inspiration towards him. One that has him working harder and trying his best at anything.

Jealousy ⇒ He does get jealous. Especially if someone is flirting with you. He will attempt to pull and drag you away but if that doesn’t work he will move to pda.

Kisses ⇒ He loves to kiss your lips. It’s something that he needs at least once a day. Sometimes if he’s feeling confident, he’ll tease you by going in front of your face and leaning in to kiss you only to pull back when you lean towards him.

Love Confessions ⇒ He shows his love by making meals and then cleaning up afterwards. It’s him showing that he adores you and would do anything for you.

Mornings ⇒ Likes to do his morning routine with you. While he’s brushing his teeth, you could be brushing your hair or getting dressed. It makes him feel even more domestic.

Nights ⇒ He has to give you a kiss goodnight every night. If he’s on tour, he’ll face time you and kiss his screen to say goodnight.

Open ⇒ Takes a bit for him to open up and when he does, it’s incredibly special. There are times where only you know something about him that hardly anyone else does.

Patience ⇒ Very patient. Doesn’t want to rush you with anything or lose him temper with the love of his life.

Quizzes ⇒ He does remember a lot about you. He loves being one of the only people to know certain secrets about you.

Remember ⇒ His favorite memory is teaching you Japanese. The fact you even wanted to learn something so near and dear to his heart, let him know that you’re it for him.

Security ⇒ Extremely protective. When in public and someone flirts with you, he will wrap himself around you and gently kiss your face and neck while glaring at the person.

Try ⇒ He would try a lot. His favorite thing to plan for is your anniversary. It’s one of the most important dates for him.

Ugly ⇒ He hates people who aren’t kind. It’s something that’s a dealbreaker for him.

Vanity ⇒ Not something he focuses on. He would rather have people focus on his hard work.

Whole ⇒ He does think of you as his other half. He misses you when you aren’t around him for a long period. Sometimes he’ll fly you out on his tour so he can see you.

Xtra ⇒ His favorite nickname for you is ai. You’re his love, and you deserve a special nickname for it.

Yuck ⇒ His hard worker trait is definitely a double edged sword as sometimes he will overwork himself and hardly take any breaks during the process.

Zzz ⇒ He likes having you as his blanket. His arms naturally go around you when your sleeping.

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nonranghaes · 23 days

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it's early morning when haruto finds you asleep on the couch, and... he's admittedly a little confused because you don't live here. it's not the first time either hyunsuk or yoshi has let you into the apartment, sure, but you're never here this early. but he sees you, slumped onto your side on the couch, eyes shut as you peacefully doze off.

and then yoshi steps out of the kitchen, glass of water in hand as he notices the youngest standing there. "you're awake."

haruto quietly nods toward you. "what are they...?"

then his gaze drifts down to a bag hidden behind your legs, shiny gold with black tissue paper puffing up out of it. it's sleek and cool, but if it's a present from you, then haruto has no idea what it could be. then again, why are you bringing him a present when--oh.

"they wanted to surprise you," yoshi's voice is soft. "happy birthday, by the way." then he pauses, eyes widening for a second, "wait, no, um--just... just pretend i told you later. they wanted to be one of the first..."

haruto just smiles to himself as he looks at you. of course you did. yoshi disappears into his room, and haruto decides to tease you for once. he crouches down next to the couch, reaching forward to poke your cheek once--and then again when it doesn't rouse you fully. you open your eyes after a minute, blinking a few times before you realize he's right in front of you.

"oh!" you gasp, sitting up. immediately, you tug the bag closer to you, as if to pull it out of sight. "good morning--" you start, only to get interrupted by a yawn. you stretch, and then sheepishly look at him again. "good morning, haruto. happy birthday."

he just chuckles, settling into the space next to you before he leans in to press a kiss against your temple. "thank you," he says. he'll tease you later, then, about getting up so early to get here first thing. "are you tired? we can go sleep a little more, if you want..."

although it's supposed to be his day, he's worried about you. you giggle, scratching the side of your neck with a flustered grin. "it's that obvious, huh?"

even if he didn't find you snoozing here... he would have known. you're not a morning person. he takes the gift, standing up before offering a hand to you. "one more hour?"

and you just giggle again, taking his hand. "one more hour."

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milkybonya · 1 year

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love fool ☆ haruto

order 062, 🐦 anon: large banana milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls for trsr Haruto

! : reader is kinda dramatic and mean to Haruto T_T but he's mean back heh, ft. class president!Yoshi, badminton references, crying, very much +1k it ended up loong

# : enemies to lovers! , lazy!Haruto and high achiever!(gn)reader, Haruto and reader are high school seniors

[💌: finally found time to watch weak hero and can u tell this is loosely nspired by that >_< also title is based off lovefool by n.flying 🫶🏼]

all Haruto wants is to make it to lunch so he can nap. all you want is to make sure you get into your first university choice on a scholarship. aka you also want the highest grades. that's a bit of a problem, especially when the two of you keep getting in each other's way.

squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak.

someone in class had been shaking their leg up and down for the past ten minutes, driving you crazy as you tried to take notes. their rubber shoes were making sounds as they hit the linoleum floor and you were about to throw your own shoe at whoever it was.

"Haruto. stop shaking your leg and pay attention. it's bad luck," Yoshinori, the top student whispered somewhere behind you.

Haruto scoffed in response but stopped, and finally your ears were at peace. you were so happy you could give Yoshi a kiss or something--

squeak. squeak. squeak.

you gritted your teeth together. just 6 more minutes of class and all of this would be over.

no.

you couldn't do it.

you suddenly got up and everyone's eyes turned to you.

"teacher, i really need to use the washroom," you said before storming off, not even giving your teacher a chance to reply.

you washed your face and took a few deep breaths before hurrying back, not wanting to miss the lesson. luckily, you were able to get all the important parts noted down before lunch.

"finally, lunch!" Haruto exclaimed, standing up and doing a booty jiggle in joy.

his friends all laughed and you sighed, turning to him with a glare.

"stop being disruptive during class. you're annoying enough during lunch anyway, so save it for then," you said before you walked away.

Haruto simply watched you with a glare. he didn't get why you were always such a party pooper.

in the cafeteria, Haruto wanted to quickly eat so he could head back to class and nap before lunch ended. so, he cut in line. seeing one of his friends near the front, he slid in next to them and quickly picked up a tray.

you, being a few people behind him and having waited five minutes so far just to get to this spot, found it hard to tolerate the tall boy's actions.

"hey, Ruto! don't cut in line. head to the back, we've all been waiting for ages," you shouted, sternly.

Haruto threw you a glare, actually kind of scaring you.

"don't call me Ruto. only my friends call me that. and stop acting like we're close and you can order me around," he replied, returning to his food.

his voice was deep and his eyes looked at you from behind his lids. your heart raced out of probable fear the whole time he interacted with you but once he was gone, all you could do was scoff.

thud.

your hand slammed down on Haruto's desk. he woke up dazed but sat upright, somewhat fearing for his life.

"no one cuts in line and gets away with it," you grumbled.

then, you grabbed Haruto's water bottle and splashed some in his face. he was seething with anger.

"and this is for being so loud during class," you huffed.

Yoshi watched everything from the seat beside Haruto while holding back laughter, shocked at your attitude.

"do you think getting the top grades makes you all that?!" Haruto exclaimed while standing up, his voice cracking because of how angry he was.

everyone held back their laughter after hearing the pitch of his voice.

"shut up, all of you!" Haruto screeched before storming out of the class.

during phys ed class, two teams were formed for badminton.

"the class president and the student with the highest grades in this class will form the two teams. team captains, pick your teammates and then we can begin," the teacher explained, organizing the rackets and birdies.

you eyed Yoshi as he began to pick his teammates. Haruto. Jaehyuk. Jeongwoo. Asahi. all his friends. you scoffed and leaned against a net.

"if you don't get picked by Yoshi or if you simply don't wanna be on that team, come here," you said, matter-of-factly.

you were surprised to see a lot of people joined you. after dividing everyone into pairs to play doubles, you decided you would play singles, since there was an odd number of students.

when it was time to start, you waited at a net for your opponent. Haruto came marching over, looking relaxed but clearly bottling up some anger.

"did you wanna play against me or was it Yoshi's decision?" you asked, practicing swinging your racket.

"if i beat you today, you're gonna let me cut in line at lunch, let me be as loud as i want in class, and let me sleep whenever i want," Haruto said, serving.

"if i win then you stay quiet, don't cut in lines, and you owe me another wish that i haven't decided," you replied as you returned the serve.

Haruto faced sideways as he ran to hit the birdie, and you noticed his long locks in a ponytail. it's cute, you found yourself thinking.

"why do you get another wish and i don't?" Haruto complained.

"because you asked for three things and i only asked for two."

you smashed the birdie down while Haruto was giving you a confused look, earning you your first point.

the game continued, and even though the rest of your classmates were having fun and taking breaks, you and Haruto were taking things extra seriously.

by the end of the class hour, you had won by three points and Haruto's hair was stuck to his forehead. despite hating the mere sight of him, you still offered him some of your water.

"thanks," he said before chugging it down. you watched his adam's apple bob up and down... then realized he finished all your water and left none for you.

"Haruto!" you yelled after him.

he smirked and grinned at the ground while he walked away.

"so. i won the game, right? you're gonna be quiet in class, right?" you asked Haruto at his desk.

he glared at you slightly before replying, "yeah but you never said for how long. could be a minute. could be an hour. could be months."

he had his chin resting on his palm as he smiled up at you with a mischievous smirk.

"you know exactly what i mean and if you act up, i'm not helping you on our group project."

"group project?"

"class, today i'll be telling you about a new assignment. it's a group project and i used a random generator to decide the pairs," the teacher spoke up just then.

you smirked at Haruto this time, keeping eye contact as both of your names were called.

"Haruto and y/n will be together," the teacher said.

Haruto looked at you with disgust as you mouthed to him to stay quiet, or else you'd make him fail the group project. luckily, he did as he was told.

you waited for Haruto at a café. he was five minutes late and you were trying hard not to call him and yell at him as soon as he picked up. you did yell at him when he arrived, though.

"and where in the hell were you? the café's practically closing!" you huffed as the tall boy approached.

he didn't bat an eye as he sat across you.

"y/n, it's so busy. they're open for like 6 more hours, still," he explained, rolling his eyes at you while trying to hide a smile.

"whatever. anyways, do you have any topic ideas?"

"no. i thought you were deciding that, mx 'i get all the top grades'," Haruto joked.

you stuck your tongue out at him and pulled out your notebook. he was right, though. you actually had decided on some topics.

after choosing one and starting your research, dividing the work and starting the process, the two of you parted ways for the night.

on presentation day, Haruto was nowhere to be found. you called him about a hundred times, asked all his friends, but there was no trace of him. still, you had to present, so you tried your best. though, you could only present for 5 minutes instead of 10 since Haruto wasn't there to do his part, and the teacher told you you would lose marks for it.

and boy, did you lose marks.

you got a 25% out of 100%. in other words, a complete fail. even after pleading the teacher to understand the situation, they explained to you that rules are rules. if a partner is absent, thats 50% of your grade gone. and the other 25% was because you weren't able to properly present without Haruto, showing the holes in your knowledge.

"but i'm the top student! you know i know what i'm doing," you whined to the teacher.

"no exceptions, y/n. i feel bad, i really do, but there's nothing i can do," the teacher explained.

the next day, Haruto hobbled into class on crutches. you felt relief seeing his little ponytail bobbing up and down as he tried to walk to his desk. then, you felt anger.

"where the hell were you yesterday?" you growled at the boy, who had just managed to take a seat.

"do you not see i'm literally injured?" he said back with a frown.

"you could've told me, at least! or sent me your part so i could present it! i got a 25% because of you," you complained.

"it's just a grade, get over it."

Haruto's words were like a punch in your face. 'get over it'? how could you get over it when getting into your dream university was the only thing on your mind right now?

your eyes started to fill with tears. you were so full of anger you didn't know what to do, it felt like a kettle was boiling and whistling within but there was no way to remove it from the stove. so, you stormed off before you could even get the chance to cause trouble.

"hey, that was really harsh, Ruto," Yoshi quietly told his friend with a concerned look.

Haruto shrugged and rolled his eyes, but inside he was a bit worried. as much as the two of you were not on the greatest terms, he knew what he said was wrong. what he didn't know was how to make it right.

"go after them and apologize," Yoshi suggested.

Haruto didn't hesitate for a second before he got up and ran out of the classroom, trying to find where you ran off to.

after searching for some time, he slowed his steps when he heard quiet sobs coming from the empty music classroom. hoping it wasn't you, he slowly approached the class and peeked in through the slightly ajar door.

"y/n?" a deep voice called out your name.

you quickly wiped your eyes and looked up to find Haruto, a worried look on his face. vulnerable and exposed, you didn't know what to do.

"hey, y/n i'm sorry for what i said. that wasn't cool of me. and i'm also sorry i couldn't let you know i wouldn't make it to class. i'll try to explain to the teacher so just... please.. don't be sad," Haruto almost pleaded the last line. his heart was completely shattered seeing your puffy eyes and tear-stained face.

you took the hand that he extended out to you as he helped you stand up, and he walked you to the bathroom.

"wash up and come back to class, okay? but if you're not feeling well and want to go home, i can take notes for you," Haruto said.

"you? take notes?" you almost laughed.

Haruto smiled seeing you in a brighter state.

"yes, dummy. let me make it up to you," he said, ruffling your hair and walking away.

you could hear and feel your heartbeat, somehow missing Haruto's presence the second he turned his back on you. even though you were so angry just moments before, receiving such a sincere apology eased all your worries. you finally knew what to use your badminton wish on.

"here are the notes," Haruto said, placing a notebook on your desk.

you looked up with a grin as you opened up the green book, ready to make fun of Haruto's writing or unorganized notes. to your surprise, these notes were better than anything you could've taken.

"if i put effort into school, i could succeed. i just don't want to," Haruto said with a shrug before walking away.

"hey, wait!"

the tall boy turned to look at you, curiously.

"let me treat you to food.. for the notes," you explained.

Haruto told you it was fine and didn't matter, since the notes where to make up for him being absent for the presentation, but you persisted.

"this is my wish for winning badminton. let me treat you to a meal," you said with a smile.

"this is your wish?"

"yeah. now accept before i change my mind and make you wash my clothes or something."

"the teacher said we can present again after school in his office, so don't worry about the grade anymore," Haruto said, his cheeks full of fried chicken.

"what? why are you laughing?" he asked.

you took a photo and showed him, the way he had sauce smeared on his face, how his cheeks were full and his fingers messy.

"oh... well that's no fair. we both need to be messy to have fun when eating" he said, smearing sauce on your nose.

"hey!" you yelled, trying to get back at him before he apologized and wiped your face with a napkin.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. eat comfortably!" Haruto said with a laugh.

once you paid for the meal and both of you left, Haruto showed you a café.

"if you've got nothing to do, shall we go there? their fluffy pancakes are so good," he said, excitedly bouncing around.

"if they're as fluffy as your hair then i'll go," you replied, ruffling his dark locks before running away.

Haruto laughed and chased after you.

at the café was when a mood change between the two of you first began. you felt more comfortable than ever with Haruto that day, wiping cream off each other's faces and complaining about teachers.

from then on, rather than glaring at each other and angrily cursing from afar, you were laughing at each other's jokes and bonding over music and tv shows. during lunch time when Haruto would lean in to steal a bite of your food, so close that you could boop his nose, it was hard to not notice the way your heart rate sped up.

even that night at the café after you parted ways, you were up all night sharing music with Haruto. so, when you both showed up to class the next morning with dark circles, you shared a knowing smile.

"Haruto, were you up all night gaming again?" Yoshi asked his friend.

Haruto shook his head, smiling dreamily in your direction. he was so excited for lunch time to come, not so he could nap, but so he could talk with you again. and as soon as the bell rang, he got up and raced to your desk.

"wanna eat together?" he asked.

Yoshi watched the interaction with an eyebrow raised, confused to see you leaving the classroom together.

it was like that for weeks. the two of you suddenly became inseparable. your friends became Haruto's friends and vice versa. they kept asking if you were dating, to which you'd shyly reply 'no', but you couldn't hide how much you enjoyed hearing their assumptions. at some point, you started to wish it was true.

you had always seen Haruto as attractive but since he started being nice to you, it was even harder to keep your eyes off him. was it how he'd run his fingers through his dark locks, only for them to fall in his eyes again? and how he'd grab the elastic around his wrist with his teeth so he could just tie his hair out of his face? was it smile, his little smirk where the corners of his lips would turn downwards as he grinned?

every time he wrapped his arm around your shoulders after he ran towards you in the hallway, every time he called your name, every time he sighed while you explained the lesson to him, every time he's smirk when you gave him a cola can for no reason, it was in those moments when you truly felt like yourself.

you were a lovefool for Haruto, but you were also the most y/n in his presence. little did you know, he was more than a lovefool for you, too.

well, you found out pretty soon when he asked you to listen to a song he liked during lunch one day. he was sitting in front of you while you sat at your desk, and you shut your eyes as he gently placed the earbuds in your ears. you nodded along and he watched your every move, his eyes sparkling because he was staring at the person he now loved the most.

the song was just another love song, but when you opened your eyes and saw Haruto greeting you with heart eyes, it felt different. the voice confessing their love for someone suddenly sounded like Haruto singing for you, and you grew so flustered that you had to rip the earbuds out of your ears.

"what happened, do you not like it?" Haruto asked, worriedly.

"no, no, i just.. earbuds give me a headache," you lied, convincingly.

Haruto nodded with a smile, asking about your real thoughts on the song.

"it's so sweet.. it makes me melt," you said, shyly.

slowly and cautiously, Haruto took your hands in his. your heart started beating faster and you looked around, but no one was watching.

"good, 'cause it's how i feel about you, y/n," Haruto said.

you gulped as your throat felt dry, and you felt like your heart was beating so fast it would burst out your chest. the only thing keeping you grounded was Haruto's hands in yours.

"i like you, y/n. can i be your boyfriend?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.

"say yes!" whispered Yoshi from two seats away, acting like it wasn't him when you glared at him.

you turned instead to Haruto and nodded. he whisked you out of your seat as soon as you did, running hand in hand with you in the hallways.

"i don't know where we're going, but if we end up at the snack bar then everything is on me!" he yelled, his voice cracking.

his wide, box smile made you laugh but his strong grip and the hairs fallen loose from his ponytail made you realize just how hard you'd fallen for him.

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wooahaes · 5 months

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nature lover

pairing: non-idol!haruto x gn!reader

genre: fluff established relationship au.

word count: 0.9k.

warnings: n/a

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As if to celebrate the season, one of your biology classes had the brilliant idea to bring everyone up to go on a nature walk through the fir trees. Luckily for you, this was the kind of thing you could enjoy. Other people, however…

“Wait up.”

Sometimes you had to wonder how you ended up with a boyfriend like Haruto. He enjoyed nature enough, to be fair, but you knew that this class was just to fill a general education credit. The lecture part of this trip was over for now as your professor left you and your classmates to explore the immediate area a bit. While you’d been making observations, Haruto had been hanging close enough to you to hopefully keep you from wandering too far. All it took was one cool plant or an insect or a bird for you to get distracted sometimes (and Haruto knew: there was a reason why nature dates became rare when the two of you started dating, otherwise Haruto would hear more about what you were looking at than about you).

So you drifted back, notebook in hand, as you waited for Haruto to catch up. The grass crunched underneath each of his steps, and soon enough he’d returned to your side, his hand resting between your shoulder blades.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “Jeongwoo was asking me something.”

You’d been trying to get your gloved fingers to pull a piece of bark off of a tree, the fabric catching too easily on the edge. “That’s okay,” you said. “You don’t have to stick by me the entire time—”

“I want to.” Haruto reached forward, bare fingers closing around the piece. With a firm enough tug, it broke off from the tree. “Is this enough?”

“Where are your gloves?” You looked up from the bark he was holding out to you, frowning.

Immediately, he looked away, shoving one of his hands back into his jacket pocket. “I dropped them, I think.”

With a pout, you accepted the bark just to shove it into the plastic bag you had for collecting things. “Haruto…”

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’m not taking any notes, and it’s not too cold—”

Yet you let your bag fall off one shoulder, already unzipping it to root around inside. Eventually, you found what you were looking for, and pulled out the set of gloves you kept on hand specifically for Haruto. “There,” you said. “I don’t want you freezing out here.”

He hid a smile as he pulled the gloves on, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss from you. “Thank you.”

You took his hand within your own, intertwining your fingers together as you guided him forward—swearing that you saw few birds fly off in this direction. If you were lucky, you could maybe get a decent picture of one of them. Haruto quietly walked alongside you, hand holding yours as he lagged a step behind. Every time you looked at him, he seemed more interested in watching you and trying to find the birds you’d been telling him about.

“What?”

Haruto blinked. “Hm?”

“You’re staring.”

Immediately, he looked away, cheeks growing redder by the second. “I—” He cleared his throat. “You’re… cute when you’re like this.”

It earned a soft chuckle from you. “Being a nerd?”

“When you’re excited about things,” he said.

“Until they distract me from you,” you sighed. “Hey, um…” You turned to face him, you hand pulling loose from his. “I’m really sorry for, uh, being this way. I mean… I haven’t really dated a lot of people before, but one of my exes told me I was way too intense about…” You paused, unsure of how to phrase it. So you gestured around you instead. “My love for this stuff.”

Haruto frowned as he watched you. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“No, I do,” you said, “because I really like you, and I really don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you. I like our dates even though we kinda had to move them inside permanently for a while. I like you. I just… I dunno—If I see something interesting enough, I can’t not get a closer look.”

“You’re passionate about it,” Haruto said, taking a step closer to you. He took your face in his hands. “And we’re working this out. The only reason I asked to stop doing things outside is so we could get to know each other better. And now… I’d like to go on picnics with you again.”

Something about the soft tone of his voice made you nearly tear up. “I’m not too intense?”

“You’re cute,” he chuckled. “And I know you’re serious about me. Don’t apologize for being passionate about nature. It’s nice to see how much you care.”

You smiled, and leaned in to steal a soft kiss from him while no one was around to notice. Yet the moment you heard the rustling of leaves, Haruto pulled away, looking up toward the trees.

“There!” He pointed out where a red bird had flown to another tree. He quickly took your hand, already guiding you. “I saw which way it went! We can still get a picture if we’re quiet—”

And, oh, how your heart swelled a little to know how much Haruto cared about you. You’d buy him whatever hot drink he wanted later, and thank him with another kiss, too.

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years

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You Promised | Watanabe Haruto

pairing | boyfriend!watanabe haruto x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, explicit language, argument, screaming, crying, busy schedule, haruto is a bit insensitive, hurt comfort, happy ending

wc | 1.1k

notes | none

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Watching the clock strike 10:00 p.m when her boyfriend had promised to be back by 7:30 p.m. As horrible as it sounded, this had become a regular thing for Y/n.

Haruto was a busy, busy idol. And as of late, he had become somewhat of a perfectionist, always staying late at the studio. He had started to neglect his role as a boyfriend to Y/n, and she was devastated. She never woke up before Haruto. His side of the bed was empty when she woke up. And of course, she didn't expect him to be back by his promised time. It's not like he ever told the truth anyway. She was absolutely done, sick of this routine.

Haruto unlocked the door to their apartment with only one thought: sleep. Nothing else mattered as he collapsed tiredly onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly as his head hit the pillow. He didn't even take the time to notice the death glare his girlfriend was giving him from her spot on the sofa downstairs. She was filled with too many emotions to sleep in the same bed as him, so she got cozy on the couch.

The next morning, Y/n was the first to wake. It was time to confront Haruto.

After he had descended the stairs and made his way to the kitchen, she cleared her throat.

"Ruto?" she called.

He didn't even do as much as glance her way. He only gave a soft 'hmm' in response.

"What are we?" she asked, not being able to look him in the eyes as he turned her way.

"Why would you ask? Don't you know?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No I don't," she snapped, anger, fear, and sadness quickly filling her. "Ruto, I've been invisible to you for the past month! You're never home, you overwork yourself, and the last text I sent you, you left me on read. I feel like I'm just a maid that keeps your apartment clean," she sighed, hanging her head.

Haruto scoffed, earning a painful frown from Y/n. "You're being dramatic. I'm just a little busier lately," he passed off her worries like they were nothing. And they were something.

He ignored her hurt expression as he poured himself some coffee.

"Are you fucking serious?!" she seethed, earning no response from him.

She sighed loudly as she walked over to him, took the coffee mug, and threw it to the ground, shattering it into a million pieces.

"What the hell?!" he gasped. "What is wrong with you?!" he yelled, grasping her shoulders, shaking her slightly.

"Do you love me Haruto!?" she inquired angrily.

He couldn't even bring himself to answer, and he didn't know why.

"Do you love me?!" she screamed, all of her built up emotions pouring out.

Haruto let go of her shoulders and looked at the floor.

"Y/n... I-

"You know what," she began stepping away from him and removing something from her right hand ring finger. Haruto's heart was shattered into even more pieces than the glass mug when he realized it was the promise ring he bought her for their one year anniversary. She slipped it off and threw it, hitting him in the chest. "You can keep that, but you can't keep any of your promises!"

She stormed up the stairs and slammed their bedroom door.

Haruto bent down and moved some broken glass to the side to pick up the ring. He fell to his knees and realized everything he had just done.

"Fuck," he cried, covering his mouth with his free hand. He could care less about missing practice that day. Y/n was the only thing on his mind.

He thought about the past month. Y/n was absolutely right. Haruto had become a workaholic. And because of it, he became cold and ignorant towards someone he truly loved. He overworked himself and spent all of his time on anything besides time with his girlfriend. He didn't realize how worried Y/n and his members had become. He didn't realize that he was hurting not just them, but himself. He didn't realize... he was breaking her heart. And the sad reality became painfully clear as he held something that was given as proof of a promise, one that he failed to keep.

He wiped his tears and managed to make his way to the bedroom door. After having planned a ten page apology in his head, he entered the room. But it was vacant. He looked to see the open window, which wasn't open before. The window led to the fire escape which led to the roof. Haruto knew from experience that his girlfriend loved to sit on the roof when she felt sad. It made him feel all the more guilty and sorry.

He ever so quietly ascended the fire escape and spotted Y/n, looking so ethereal sitting there. It was a sight Haruto could never give up. The way the wind blew her hair and dried her tears, how she hugged her knees and rested her chin on them, and how she chewed on her necklace when she was scared. Haruto figured she must've been scared of losing him. But that's something she'd never lose, not on his watch.

He sat next to her, accepting the fact that she wasn't in the mood to talk, or even be around him. She faced away from him and sighed shakily. Sadness and fear were taking over her anger, despite her will.

"You were right you know," Haruto began, as Y/n gave him a half glance. "It is all my fault that you feel this way, and that we are where we are," he admitted. "I don't know what happened to me, I just..." he paused, refusing to let the tears fall. "I felt useless to the group, like I wasn't enough, so I pushed myself. Before I knew, I had taken the whole thing too far and... I hurt you."

Y/n was now looking deep into his eyes. They were evident with sorrow and the fear of losing her.

"I'm sorry for everything. I promised to always love you and take care of you," he said, taking out the promise ring from the pocket in his hoodie. "And I plan to keep that promise," he smiled, meeting her eyes.

Y/n smiled as a tear slid down her cheek. There was no way she could couldn't forgive him. She loved hi more than anything. She gave him her hand as he slipped the ring back on. She smiled and watched the diamond glisten in the light of the beautiful sunrise. She then closed her eyes and leaned into Haruto's chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her as rested his head atop hers.

"I forgive you," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you," he replied, closing his eyes.

"I know," she smirked.

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koalajjun · 10 months

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Perfect | Watanabe Haruto x Y/N

pairing : haruto x y/n

Once upon a time in a small town nestled in the Japanese countryside, there lived a young woman named Y/N. Y/N was known for her radiant smile, kind heart, and unwavering optimism. She had always dreamed of finding true love, a love that would sweep her off her feet and fill her heart with joy.

One beautiful spring day, while taking a stroll in the town's enchanting cherry blossom park, Y/N coincidentally bumped into a charming young man named Haruto. Haruto was an artist with a gentle soul and captivating eyes that seemed to hold mysteries untold. He was known for his ability to capture emotions through his artwork and had become a recluse after facing setbacks in his personal life.

Y/N and Haruto's paths were destined to cross that fateful day, and as they exchanged apologies, their eyes connected, feeling an indescribable spark. Something within them both knew that this encounter was unlike any other.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Haruto began spending more time together, painting, exploring the picturesque landscapes, and sharing their life stories. Y/N would gently encourage Haruto, pushing him to embrace his passion for art once again. Haruto, with Y/N's unwavering support, began finding his voice and capturing the beauty he saw in the world.

Their friendship blossomed into a deep bond, filled with understanding, trust, and an unspoken love. However, both Y/N and Haruto hesitated to confess their feelings, fearing rejection and the potential dissolution of their special connection.

One enchanting evening, Y/N and Haruto stood on a hill, overlooking the town bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Y/N's heart longed to express the love she had kept hidden within her, and Haruto's heart echoed the same desire.

With quivering hands, Y/N broke the silence, whispering, "Haruto, I have something I need to tell you. I… I love you. You have awakened my spirit, and I see the world through new eyes because of you."

Haruto's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he replied, "Y/N, you have filled my life with colors I had forgotten existed. I love you more than words can ever express."

Their confessions melded together like music to the soul, as they embraced, sealing their love beneath the breathtaking cherry blossoms that blanketed the town. In each other's arms, they found solace, strength, and a love that transcended any obstacles life had thrown their way.

Y/N's unwavering support and belief in Haruto's talent brought him international recognition. His artwork touched the hearts of millions, and through his success, their love continued to flourish. Together, they embarked on countless adventures, weaving an extraordinary love story that would inspire generations to come.

In the end, their love proved that sometimes the greatest masterpiece is the love we create together, with someone who understands our deepest vulnerabilities, supports our dreams, and remains by our side through all of life's twists and turns. And as Y/N and Haruto walked hand in hand, witnessing the world anew, their love became a beacon of hope for anyone yearning to find their own fairy tale ending.

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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ 4:30 pm ; watanabe haruto.

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your footsteps come to a halt upon the gravel floor, the cherry blossom tree swaying softly as it shades your best friend under it. inhaling, you bring your footsteps back to life as you place one foot in front of the other.

steps getting hesitant as you get closer to the towering boy, you scrape up any remaining courage within you to walk up and tap him on the shoulder.

he whirls around, eyes catching yours with a soft smile. "hey, you," he says softly. a blush rises onto your cheeks, looking away because his gaze was too strong for your liking.

you keep a safe distance between him, the nerves of confessing get to you as your gaze never lets up from the floor. haruto takes the initiative, asking why you wanted to talk to him.

your body stays frozen, like time has stopped as your brain wracks through every single thought. the way your brain keeps you from opening your mouth almost wants to make you cry due to frustration.

letting out a airy chuckle, you look around everywhere but him. it doesn't bother him though, you've always been quite hesitant with him but this... feels different to him.

"what's up?" he asks, grabbing one of your hands and playing with it. he grazes his fingertips against your palm every so slightly, almost as if you'd break under any weight. you laugh at the ticklish feeling, pulling your hand away before looking up at him.

you sigh, "i don't want to be too forward, but i'm scared of this, whatever this is. i know this sounds stupid but, haruto, i want to eat pancakes for dinner with you. i want to watch tv with you, a-and i try to hide all my feelings for you but every time i see you, i just wanna shout about how much i absolutely love and adore you," you say breathlessly. his gaze softens even more and squeezes your hand, a silent way of telling you to keep going.

"i want to do all these boring, mundane things with you. only you, you are all i want." you finish off with a red face and you back away in embarrassment.

he shakes his head, unsure of what to say to your sudden confession but as he feels your warm body pull away from his, he reels you back in with a hug before leaving a ghostly kiss just above your temple.

"i love you too, and i'd love to eat pancakes for dinner with you," he says with a chuckle before bringing you into a kiss that makes you want to run to the highest mountain to scream about your love for him.

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. just smth short bc i was listening to a song n wanted to write smth lol :3

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nayaaatv · 1 year

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cold 🌙 — watanabe haruto

surprise, did yall know i stan treasure 🤭

#hehe got yall #treasure x reader #treasure fluff #treasure scenarios #treasure imagines #treasure smau #haruto x reader #haruto fluff #haruto scenarios #haruto imagines #watanabe haruto #giggles evily

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy treasure jihoon imagine/fic?

Pairing: non-idol!jihoon x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1205 words

Warning: its too cute it might kill you

a/n: i am off to college in a few weeks and i honestly cant comprehend it to the point where i don’t want to think about anything so i ended up pushing a lot of work aside BUT i am hopefully back. As a sorry gift, this is a very fluffy fic i thought about while watching treasure map (i miss them so much SOBS) so enjoy this fic and hopefully, i could get back to giving yall fics every week!!

“Hurry up jihoon, or else you’ll be late for your date!” hyunsuk yelled outside his room while jihoon was still struggling to figure out what to wear for your 1st date. You and Jihoon have known each other for quite some time, but never really got the chance to know each other because of the hectic schedules you both have to deal with as college students.

“Ah hyung, I still have like 20 minutes left. Should I wear a blue jacket over my white shirt? Or should I…” jihoon said as he should hyunsuk his outfit ideas not realizing the way his hyung immediately took his phone from the side table.

“Yah, didn’t you say your date is at 11:00am? It’s 11:30, and you’re still here deciding your outfit?? What would y/n think?”

Jihoon gaped at him, still processing the words his hyung said. As he rechecked the time to see if hyunsuk was lying, oh god he hoped he was lying, he saw a message you left about 10 minutes ago.

“Are we still on for the lunch date you asked?” 11:20am

“Hello??” 11:22am

Jihoon immediately called you, while putting the phone on speaker and asking hyunsuk to leave his room where the latter grumbled about his poor time judgment.

After the 3rd ring, you answered: “hello? Where are you park jihoon?”

“I am so so sorry, I wasn’t checking the time since I was busy preparing and I just didn’t check the time, and I’ve been trying to get the other members to hurry up in the shower and I just forgot to check the time–” he stopped as he heard you laughing in the other end of the phone.

“Hey hey, it’s fine. Just try to come as fast as you can because we might not be able to get a seat at the restaurant you suggested.” you explained while still giggling at how panicked he was.

“Okay okay, I’ll see you in a few. I’m sorry again.” jihoon said in a frantic state. Not even bothering to hear you reply, he ended the call and immediately put on whatever clothes he saw.

You, on the other hand, just smiled while waiting for him to join you for lunch. You were actually infatuated with the mischievous, yet sweet boy in one of your classes in college. You were always fond of the way he brings himself with confidence and friendliness whenever you see him interacting with practically anyone. But despite the teasings, you hear him receive from his friends before he approaches you, he would always make sure that you were comfortable in whatever way possible. He was a soft person when interacting with you as if seemingly wanting to actually get to know you and not just beating around the bush with confusing actions towards you. It’s probably what lead you to say yes when he asked you for a lunch date. Though Jihoon didn’t explicitly mention that he likes you when he asked you for a date, you were at least hoping to enjoy each other’s company for today. (you have a glimmer of hope, though, that he did like you back.)

Waiting for a few more minutes, you finally spot jihoon jogging up to you. He was wearing a very casual outfit that showed his well-built physique. You hate to admit it but he definitely looked dashing in his outfit, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought that you were going to spend your day with him. Too preoccupied with seeing jihoon, you didn’t realize how close he was when he immediately engulfed you with a hug which you reciprocated almost eagerly. On his hand were beautiful flowers with a mix of red and pink colors.

“These are for you, I’m no flower expert but I picked them with the thought of you.” He said looking at you with a soft smile that graced his features. You were a bit taken aback by the thoughtfulness of being given flowers, and you couldn’t help but be awestruck by him.

Before you could say anything, he continued: “I am so sorry for making you wait for so long. I’ve been trying to get ready in an hour and a half because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up, but apparently, it took me more than an hour and a half and a lot of scolding from my friends about poor time management.” He said rather sheepishly, smiling awkwardly to mask his embarrassment for making you wait for a long time.

You happily took the flowers and admired the arrangement that made it aesthetically pleasing to look at. You never really got flowers from anyone, apart from flowers from friends and family so receiving flowers with the thought of you was something new. It warmed your heart to know that jihoon, despite being late and all, still thought about giving you flowers.

“Thank you for the flowers jihoon, it means a lot to me,” you said in a bit of a hushed tone, still wrapping your head around the matter that you were going on a date with jihoon.

“No need to thank me, seeing you lit up when you receive the flowers is more than enough for me.” Jihoon said, still smiling down at you with a faint blush on his cheeks. He, then, took your bag out of your arms and immediately held your hand, and pulled you towards the restaurant.

But as you both were nearing the restaurant, you saw that there was a long waiting time and waiters bustling in and out of the restaurant to cater to their customers. Jihoon visibly slumped down and looked at you with a frown: “Sorry for not getting you to one of the best restaurants in town. If it’s not a problem with you, we could take another restaurant that you like and you could brag to me about how your choice is way better than mine.”

“Then prepare to admit that I have better choices in restaurants” You taunted him in a teasing manner, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you were challenging him.

“Well, there’s so much to do in this mall and I’m happy that I get to spend it with you.” he said while he allows you to drag him to the restaurant you had in mind.

You were visibly flustered by his remark. You tried to hide your smile (and your blush) with your hands but he took them off you. He pinched your cheeks to admire how cute you were and took your hand again while telling you to show him the restaurant.

You both enjoyed your time with each other. Laughing here and there in the arcade because of both of your competitiveness, strolling through the mall with ice cream on your hands and sharing it with each other, and a bunch of storytelling from both of your lives. It’s safe to say that you both are going on another date next week, and you were more than happy to get to know the boy who was always with you in the library for college.

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peachisthenewblack · 2 years

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◇ EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING

synopsis: You were the bad girl. He was ever so faithful. What happens when he’s had enough?

snapshot: 99.9% angst, female reader, boyfriend Junkyu, colleague Jaehyuk, infidelity, drunk, one-night stand, is this a happy ending

sky says: Here’s a story I wrote a looooooong time ago that I published on another platform, just to serve as a teaser of my writing prowess (>_<) my actual writing skills may have deteriorated though [I hope not!] Also, obviously I tweaked the original so that the story could fit Treasure… if you enjoy this please feel free to send a request! [here’s why]

◇ The Fight, If It Was Even One

You wipe the counter, missing the sprinkling of crumbs right in front of you. Your eyes are looking straight at it without actually seeing it. It’s the way you usually are these days, ever since the fight. The one that happened right in this very kitchen, if it could even be called a fight.

“Why is he here?” he had asked.

“He was drunk last night and gave my address to the taxi driver. It was nothing,” you had insisted. You had shrugged your shoulders and sipped from your coffee mug.

“It’s not nothing if he spent the night here!” he had hissed at you. How dare he.

“So what if he spent the night? This wouldn’t be the first time...” your voice had trailed off as you realised your blunder. You had bit your lip and glanced at him, wondering how he’d take that in.

He had stood there fuming. The muscles in his right cheek, the side that had been facing you, had twitched from the way he had gritted his teeth.

The person in question had appeared at the kitchen entrance then, only halfway done pulling his own shirt over his head, allowing the two people in the kitchen a glimpse of his well-toned abs.

“Noona, I think I’ll be going now. Thanks for...” he had shot a look at the man still standing motionless near the sink, then smirked to himself and continued mysteriously, “...last night.”

“Wait... aren’t you at least going to finish your coffee?” you had asked.

“That’s okay, I’ve had some. Besides, Junkyu hyung’s here now. I’ll just be in the way.”

“Well, let me just walk you out.”

“Really, it’s fine noona. I can let myself out. See you at work?”

“Oh alright. Yeah, see you.”

Junkyu had waited until he heard the faint sound of the front door click shut before he spoke.

“_______, I can’t do this anymore. Last time I believed you. This time... I don’t know. After what I saw, I just... I don’t know.”

You had looked up then. Am I hearing things? Has he finally grown some balls? Have I really pushed it too far this time? You had cleared your throat and put on your best poker face. “You’ll forgive me. Just like you always do. This time won’t be any different.”

At your words, he had looked resigned. “Are you saying that what I thought happened last night, happened?”

“What do you think?” you had replied, a challenge clear in your voice.

“Then it’s over.” Just like that, he had left.

You waited two weeks for his call: it never came. He didn’t text you to tell you that you were forgiven, like always. He didn’t come by the bar where you worked. In fact, there was no word from him at all. You weren’t worried, not at the time. You knew it would take him time. Another two weeks should do it. You weren’t going to panic and call or look for him. Oh no, you weren’t one to do that. He’d be back soon enough. Meanwhile, there was plenty of other game. You had thought of Jaehyuk then, and felt kind of guilty towards both of them.

◇ The Past, When It All Started

You knew you weren’t pretty, not what people would ordinarily call pretty anyway. Because of that, you made up for it with an aura of confidence that was irresistible to the people around you. You were no stranger to attention. In high school you hadn’t fit in anywhere--partly because you didn’t want to--but you always had a string of boys following you around, worshipping the ground you walked on. Hell, you’d even had a girl ask you out. And although girls really didn’t pique your interest, the way you’re attracted to him might have just proven that wrong. His baby face and full pouty lips. That smooth jawline. Unblemished clear skin. You would’ve thought he was a girl if it weren’t for his school uniform. You did think he was a girl that first time you two met, until he stood up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you had asked the person you noticed lurking behind the bushes.

“Um... watching you play?” Such a bold answer from someone who’d been trying so hard not to be seen. It had totally taken you by surprise, which wasn’t something easy to do.

“Me, why?” The person had shrunk even lower behind the shrubs at your question. You had waited for an answer but when none came, you had said, “never mind if you’re not going to tell, keep on watching then”. And you had grabbed the ball you came for off the ground and flounced away.

“I like you!”

You had turned around, surprised once again. Twice in as many sentences. He had stood where you could see him, away from the bushes. You had liked what you saw straightaway.

You two had been together ever since.

Four years.

And you had never been faithful.

Maybe it was partly his fault. He kept on being so forgiving. Even when he had found you locking lips with Haruto, the dashing basketball team captain, behind the bleachers in the gym. Even when you had told him you’d be studying at the library, but his best friend Jihoon saw you making out in the art room with some guy. Even when you had broken off your date, countless times over the years, to go out with someone else. Even when he stopped by your workplace, just to keep you company on your breaks from DJing, and you had flirted with the good-looking younger bartender right in front of his eyes.

Always, he would just shrug his shoulders and say that you were just being yourself.

“I love you, because you’re you. You are your own person, and I wouldn’t change that for the world” is what he would say every time you asked if he was angry at you for the things you did.

But that fateful morning he had come to your house to see if you wanted to go get breakfast together, let himself in with the spare key you yourself had given him, found you in the kitchen with that same bartender, who was shirtless and hugging you from the back, had that conversation with you, and something must have snapped in him. For the first time in four years, Junkyu went away.

And stayed away.

The two weeks that you had thought would be enough had turned into two years. You had feared for the worst when he still hadn’t contacted you after two months. Your calls had gone straight to voicemail. You had found out that he resigned from his job. And moved out of his apartment. He had vanished, just like that. Out of your life, without so much as a single word of goodbye.

You had been living with many regrets these past two years. You should have been faithful. You should have treated him better. You should have shown him how much he means to you. You should have explained to him that he’s the only one you love. You should have told him you didn’t mean to hurt him. You were just worried that if you weren’t wanted by other guys, he wouldn’t want you either. You should have realised that you were being stupid, thinking stupid things and behaving even more so.

You should never have cheated on Junkyu. For quite a while you hadn’t intended to. Except when you started work as a DJ at one of the hottest nightclubs around town, things tend to happen. Especially when there’s a private function every other weekend, and leftover booze already paid for by the client gets shared among the staff. When you started working there, you managed to stay relatively sober at first. By the third private party, however, you had woken up the day after in somebody else’s bed. You had been so plastered, you didn’t even remember Jaehyuk taking your home.

◇ The Affair, Unintentional As It Was

Jaehyuk is hot, you had to admit that. And the youngster was really good at his job, which meant he could do those fancy things bartenders do just to show off, like flipping glasses in the air and juggling bottles, all while flirting with customers and fixing their drinks. Which meant he was a performer while being a bartender, and that only added to his hotness factor. He was also very much into you, which he had made clear from the first day you came to work. And although you had been very flattered at getting the attention of a younger man, you hadn’t meant to take things any further, even after you two had slept together.

And then it had happened again.

You hadn’t even been drunk. You had actually been stressing in your head for one whole day over what to get Junkyu for your upcoming anniversary and then, at work, some drunk had jumped up onto your DJ platform and managed to grope you before club security got to him. You had been shaken up by the incident and Jaehyuk had been so nice, giving you a drink to calm your nerves and offering to send you home after work. The two of you had talked during the drive and he had given you some good suggestions for Junkyu’s gift. When you arrived at your apartment, you had been the one to invite him up for a drink.

That time too, Junkyu had come to your house in the morning. He had seen Jaehyuk leaving and asked you about it, and you had lied. Although he looked at you somewhat suspiciously, he had believed you. You didn’t think much about it, until he had opened his mouth later when you were having breakfast together.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you have something going on with that boy. I swear, those abs can really turn someone’s head.”

Amazed that he had even noticed, you had asked, “and exactly when and where would you have seen his abs?”

“Remember when your nightclub had that new year staff party and I came early with you to help? I happened to come out of the bathroom stall when he was changing his t-shirt.”

You had jokingly asked whether you should start getting worried about losing him to a guy and the two of you had laughed over that. But he had got you worried.

You had worried about being caught cheating on Junkyu with Jaehyuk. That you would get caught was inevitable: you always got caught. But the things you had done had always been one-time stuff. With people you had just met, or people you barely knew or had once known. You had never before been involved with a colleague, or a friend. And Jaehyuk was both. And you had worried whether that would be too much for Junkyu when he finally found out.

You quit your DJ job not long after he left. You couldn’t look at Jaehyuk and not be reminded that Junkyu was gone. Jaehyuk tried to make you stay, to forget Junkyu and be with him, but you stood by the decision you had made about your relationship that same day Junkyu last stood in your kitchen.

Late the night before, you had opened your door to the sound of the doorbell and an older man had stood there, struggling under Jaehyuk’s weight. You had taken Jaehyuk off the taxi ahjusshi, thanked him and put the tipsy Jaehyuk to bed. Of course you had ended up sleeping together yet again. But you had woken up very early in the morning, with an uneasy sense of foreboding. You couldn’t shake it off to go back to sleep, so you had gone into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

You had sensed somebody watching you while you were pan-frying the second omelette. A shirtless Jaehyuk had been leaning against the kitchen counter watching you cook, all the while smiling that sweet smile of his. You had poured him a cup of coffee, and set down the omelette. In your head, you had been pondering how to broach the subject. When Jaehyuk had finished with his food and pushed his plate away to finish his coffee, you knew you couldn’t stall the matter any longer.

“Jaehyuk, I think we shouldn’t do this anymore.”

He had looked up from his cup, dismay all over his adorable face. “What are you talking about, noona?”

“I know you like me, but I don’t feel the same for you.”

“But noona...”

You had grabbed his plate and taken it to the sink. Standing there busying yourself with the washing, you had pondered your words carefully to try to be gentle. “I really hope you won’t make this difficult, Jaehyuk. We can still talk at work as usual. There’s just some things you have to stop doing. Like, you can’t just crash here whenever you feel like it. Like last night. And stop showing up at my door just because you’re ‘in the neighbourhood’. You don’t even live near here. You need to stop doing these things.”

You had flinched a little when you felt Jaehyuk’s arms snake around your waist. He had rested his cheek on your shoulder and whispered, “but noona, I don’t just like you. I love you.”

You had been struck speechless with the thought of causing him agony for that, but the feeling was fleeting. The moment to be gentle had passed. “That’s really too bad Jaehyuk, ‘cause I’ve never been serious with you.”

Jaehyuk had stiffened at your words. “No, noona, that can’t be. You feel something for me, I know you do.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you scoffed. He had grabbed your shoulders and turned you around then, so that he could look you in the eyes, and that had been when you noticed the other person in the kitchen.

“________.” You become conscious that you’re staring into empty space. It’s almost as if you had really heard his voice. You look at the counter you have been absently wiping and see a few droplets of water among the crumbs. You raise one hand to your cheek: you don’t even realise you have been crying. You look back at the spot where Junkyu had stood two years ago, and more tears run down your cheeks. For two years you have held them away; two years of telling yourself he will be back, he always comes back. Two years of pretending nothing has gone wrong while your heart ached, burning with the emptiness of missing him. Two years of knowing you brought this on yourself and there’s no one else to blame. You couldn’t do this anymore. Just like two years ago, when Junkyu couldn’t deal with you anymore. You break down on the kitchen floor, sobbing uncontrollably, the crumbs on the counter forgotten.

◇ The Lesson, Learnt The Hard Way

Junkyu knows he had gone away for a long time. He couldn’t help but wonder: have you changed? Would you still remember him? Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but being out of sight might also result in being forgotten. He had been trying so hard to stay away, but it had been difficult, and the difficulty had not lessened with each day that passed.

Right now, he is home. It’s true he had ended things, or put them on hold the way he saw it, but deep down in his heart nothing has really changed. You still own his heart, completely and utterly. There’s nothing in the world that can destroy that, not even all your infidelities, and no amount of time will ever erase that fact. He stands in front of your apartment, the first time in two years, and hopes that the scene inside will not be like the last time. He reaches for the spare key in his pocket--he hadn’t returned it when he went away--and inserts the key in the lock.

You are sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Your eyes are dry now, you are silent. Your breathing is no longer wracked with sobs. You feel tired, like you haven’t slept in days. You grab at the kitchen stool near you to pull yourself up to stand, and that’s when you notice the other person in the kitchen.

You look at the man who is standing in the exact spot where Junkyu had stood two years ago. He seems so real. You’re not going to convince yourself he is, though, not this time. Just your imagination gone wild, you’re used to that now. But you do notice that he doesn’t look the same as how you always remember him. He looks… older somehow. He also looks lonely, well that hasn’t changed. He looks sad, that hasn’t changed either. No, despite these little differences you know he’s just a figment of your mind, brought up by your aching need to see him. You shake your head to vanquish the thought, and go to the sink to wash the rag you have been using to wipe the counter.

“_______.”

The voice startles you, you almost drop the rag. It’s almost as if you had really heard it. You continue to rinse the cloth. A part of you is telling you that the voice is real, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. You have waited to hear that voice for two years. You’ve heard it so often in your mind, and you have always been disappointed. No, you tell yourself. No, it’s not real.

You flinch a little when you feel arms snake around your waist. A warm body against your back.

“_______, I’m home.” Warm breath against your neck.

You drop the rag this time. You twist around to face him, still in his arms. That baby face and smooth jawline. Unblemished clear skin. The thick dark hair you love so much. You reach up to touch his face. Warm skin under your hand. He smiles, pulls your hand to his lips and kisses your palm. You have voided your eyes of tears just a short while ago, yet they flow freely again in the joy of this moment.

You throw your arms around Junkyu’s neck and cries for the second time that day. He has come home.

Junkyu hugs you tightly and kisses your hair. His hand rubs soothing circles on your back. He is home.

All is forgiven once again.

#treasure #treasure fluff #treasure imagines #treasure drabbles #treasure scenarios #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #kanemoto yoshinori #kim junkyu #takata mashiho #yoon jaehyuk #hamada asahi #bang yedam #kim doyoung #watanabe haruto #park jeongwoo #so junghwan #treasure angst

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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❥ 505

genre -> fluff

pairing -> treasure haruto x female reader

warnings -> nothing that I can see

word count -> 0.4k

summary -> this request right here <3

You hated history class. Not because you didn’t understand it but because of Haruto. Him and his big head blocking the board, and to rub salt into the wound, he always manages to score higher than you in this class.

Before he moved here, you were the top of the school. Then when he transferred to your class, your top spot in history was quickly taken away. It didn’t matter how much time you spent studying and reviewing the material, Haruto somehow always managed to beat you.

But only one thing infuriated you more than the fact that Haruto didn’t study. He didn’t put hours and hours into reading every word in a book. It was the fact that he always smirked at you everytime you received your scores back.

Lost in your head, you don’t notice the worried glances that come from the very same boy who you were thinking about.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” Your face immediately turned into a scowl at Haruto’s voice. “Fine. Make it quick though. I’m busy.” You made sure to put emphasis on the busy part. Haruto grins, “I was wondering if you would like to hang out with me at the library.”

Apparently, your facial expression is noticeable despite the fact you tried to hide the fact you were shocked. Haruto starts to ramble, mentioning that he’s seen you at the library studying alone and he wants to help keep you company.

Thinking it over, you decide it’s a great time to figure out exactly how he manages to wing it everytime. When you accept the offer, you don’t notice Haruto’s grin that stretches from cheek to cheek.

——

“You know,” Haruto perks up at your voice. The library is quiet, with the only inhabitants being you, Haruto and the librarian. “We would be a very good team if we didn’t hate each other.” Haruto visibly deflates when you say the word hate.

“What do you mean? I don’t hate you.” He whispers in a quiet tone. Confused, you bring up everytime that he smirked at you whenever you got a lower score than him. You watch as Haruto’s mouth goes into an ‘o’ shape.

“I didn’t do that to mock you. I did that because I thought you might like the support. I know how hard you work for your grades.” Spluttering for a defense, you manage to bring up how he never seemed to study as if that was to mock you and your habits.

“I never studied because I was too busy watching you. Everytime there was a test and I saw you studying, I thought you looked so cute with your nose in a book that I always forgot, so I never had enough time to study history, because I was studying you.”

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moo-reads · 2 years

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wooahaes · 1 year

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excuse me, miss, i l-o-v-e y-o-u.

pairing: non-idol!haruto x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: big steps in a relationship, i guess?

daisy’s notes: bunny.............. (if u think ‘is she talking about--’ then yes im absolutely talking abt leebit.)

Between visiting family and spending time with friends, you didn’t really get a chance to see your boyfriend... which is why he showed up to your home that night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

To be fair, you’d told Haruto that you’d be busy the day-of your birthday. You had family who kind of expected you to visit them (which wasn’t a huge deal--you enjoyed getting the chance to see them), and that you had friends who’d managed to work things out so that they could spend most of the day with you (which was a huge deal, considering how busy the three of you were). Haruto had understood, and took you out for dinner the night before, and yet... There he was, standing outside with his hands behind his back.

“Are you tired?” He asked quietly. “I can go--”

You stepped outside, shutting your door behind you as you shook your head. “I’m fine. Is something wrong?”

He took a small step back, gaze drifting away. Was he blushing? It was hard to tell in the low light. “I just wanted to see you.”

Although the two of you hadn’t been dating long, you still felt that something was off. Yet his words still made your heart skip a beat, a small smile tugging at your lips out of embarrassment for a simple sentiment spoken aloud. “You didn’t have to come out here, though...” You toyed with the edge of your sleeve. “It’s late.”

“That’s okay.” He shuffled a little, before finally looking back at you. “I bought you something. I didn’t want to wait.” He drew out what he’d been hiding behind his back, revealing to you the little white rabbit plushie that you’d been wanting for a while--the final one to complete your collection of eight. “Happy birthday. I saw him in a store--”

He’d been cut off by you practically leaping at him to hug him tight, already babbling about how much you adored him. The rest of the collection was in your bedroom, but this guy had been the one you failed to get over time, always evading you. “You’re so, so sweet,” you mumbled as you hugged him tight, the rabbit currently squished between your body and his own.

Haruto managed to wiggle his arms free so that he could return the embrace. “I was going to give him to you tomorrow, actually...” He said. “But Hyunsuk sent me a screenshot of a post you made when you were out with your friends...”

Is this your girlfriend? His text had said. Did you get her anything for her birthday? Why isn’t she posting about it? I thought you got her something?

The endless questions had, ultimately, made him pout before deciding he needed to see you now and give you your gift. “So I decided I’d come,” he mumbled.

“Aw... You didn’t have to,” you said. “Did he tease you again?” Taking a tiny step back, you tucked your hands into your hoodie’s pocket.

He shook his head,and offered the bunny to you. “Did you have a good day?”

Accepting the rabbit, you hugged him tight against your chest. “Mhm! It was kinda draining to be around so many people, but... You being here makes it better.”

His heart skipped a beat. How were you so affectionate and cheesy so easily? He fumbled with one of the rings he wore, heart racing as he called your name quietly to get your full attention. His mouth went dry as he went to speak, nerves suddenly getting the better of him.

“Are you okay?” You asked again. “It is late, so if you’re tired--”

“I love you.”

Those three little words stopped you in your tracks as you stared at him, the rabbit plushie hugged close to your heart, and registered what he just told you for the first time. The two of you had only started dating several months ago, and this step was one neither of you felt pressured to take yet. Even without speaking it aloud, the care you held toward one another was evident in everything you two did. But this? Saying it aloud?

It weighed differently. And your heart began to race as you realized that the feeling must have overwhelmed him so much that he needed to say it. “Haruto...”

His face was burning hot, and he swallowed his feelings hard to try while his heart hammered in his chest. “You don’t have to say it,” he said quietly, “I just wanted to tell you.”

You reached out, taking his hand in one of your own. “I think... I love you, too.”

Haruto never considered himself to be heavily romantic. Yet he felt that the only right thing to do in this moment, upon seeing the stars in your eyes, was lean in and kiss you gently. He could feel the curve of your lips into a smile, and found himself smiling, too, when he pulled away. Neither of you spoke immediately, instead savoring this quiet moment between the two of you for a little longer.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you took the tiniest of steps back. “It’s late. You should get home,” you said. “Text me when you get there.”

He nodded. “I will.” With one quick kiss against your forehead, he smiled again, “Happy birthday. I’ll call you.”

(And he didn’t fail to miss the new picture you posted on your own account, the little rabbit plushie joining his friends with a caption that simply read: thank you, love <3.)

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