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choi yeonjun | 최 연준

when he is sick

when you misdial

when you get hurt

when he's worried

when you want to leave

when he helps you

when you're sad

when you're insecure

when it's tradition

when he gets jealous

choi soobin | 최 수빈

when you have a nightmare

when he talks about you

when you can't sleep

when he gets insecure

when he comes home

when he's a doctor

when you make up

when you're a rookie

when he yells

choi beomgyu | 최 범규

when it's exam season

when he gets jealous

when he sees you again

when he comes home

when he gives you the silent treatment

when you argue

when he is sick

when he yells at you

when he falls

kang taehyun | 강 태현

when it's raining

when you meet again

when you argue

when he forgets

when he is sick

when he has a long day

when he is on hiatus

when you watch baseball together

when he sees you for the first time

when someone hits on you

when he gets scared easily

when he sleeps over

heuning kai | 휴닝카이

when you give him the silent treatment

when he asks you out

when he is scared of losing you

when he realises

when you're both awkward

when he chooses a pet name

when you can't sleep

-

The interview started off smoothly.

Your group had been promoting your latest comeback, bouncing from music shows to radio segments to magazine features, and today was a casual video sit-down with a popular YouTube channel. The set was bright, your group’s energy was high, and the interviewer had that perfect mix of charm and chaos that made things feel more like a game than press work.

You sat in the middle, laughing along with your members as they teased each other and answered rapid-fire questions.

Then came:

“What’s a song you’ve had on repeat recently?”

Easy.

You answered without hesitation, adjusting your mic slightly. “It's a TXT song, Deja Vu. I’ve had it stuck in my head for days.”

Your voice was casual, honest — maybe a little too bright. There was a beat of silence. And then your group lost it.

“Here we go,” your leader groaned with a grin, everyone already bracing themselves.

“More like obsessed,” your maknae chimed in, clapping gleefully.

“Like, full-on MOA,” another member added dramatically. “Streaming, watching fancams, whispering lyrics during practice breaks…”

You felt your face flush immediately. “Okay—! That’s not—”

“Don’t forget the Heuningkai photocard on the nightstand,” the eldest teased, and your hand flew up to cover your eyes in mock shame.

“I’m going to pass out."

The interviewer beamed. “So your bias is Heuningkai?”

You gave the camera a helpless smile. “I plead the fifth.”

The clip was pure gold — sweet, funny, a little embarrassing. But it spread fast.

By the next day, fans were already editing short clips with captions like “same, tbh” and “real recognizes real.” Your name and Heuningkai's trended briefly together, and within hours, he had seen it too.

It was during a quiet break in the TXT dorm. Heuningkai was sprawled across the couch, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram with a mug of tea in one hand when his name caught his attention — not uncommon, but this time, paired with yours.

Curious, he tapped the clip.

At first, it was just your group joking, your bright laughter, your voice mentioning their song. But then—

His name.

Your reaction to his name.

The way you’d tried to hide your flustered smile. The playful scolding from your members. The obvious affection beneath all of it.

He sat up straighter, watching the video again.

Heuningkai chuckled softly to himself, setting his mug down. “So... a full-on MOA, huh?”

He leaned back, tapping his lip thoughtfully, eyes still on the screen.

He’d noticed you before, sure — admired your group’s performances, your stage presence, your voice. But this? It was… unexpected. Soft. Endearing in a way that made something flutter in his chest.

He didn’t say anything about it to the other members. Didn’t make a big show.

But later that night, he opened his notes app and typed:

Find out if Y/N’s attending next week’s show.

Then, beneath it:

Ask manager-nim if we’re doing any collab stages this month.

And then — just as a quiet thought, an idea that made his heart pick up speed — he added:

Make a plan to meet.

Because maybe you were just a fan of the song. Maybe your members had exaggerated.

-

The clock on the microwave blinked 3:17 AM in dull blue light as you sat at the kitchen counter, hands curled around a mug of warm coffee. You hadn’t meant to be up this long—just a few minutes, you told yourself when you’d crept out of bed hours ago, trying not to wake Heuningkai. But sleep felt miles away, tangled in a storm of thoughts you couldn’t quiet, so instead you buried yourself in a rabbit hole of YouTube videos, the gentle hum of voices and laughter filling the silence.

Your body was tired, but your mind kept looping through everything—unfinished tasks, things you hadn’t said, things you maybe shouldn’t have said. You weren’t even sure why it all felt so heavy lately. Just that it did. And tonight, the weight wouldn’t let you rest.

You didn’t hear the footsteps. Didn’t feel the shift in the room. You were so focused on the screen, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, when a soft voice broke through the quiet.

“Babe?”

You jumped slightly, startled, turning to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair messy from sleep, a hoodie thrown on but no socks. He looked sleepy, pouty almost—but his eyes held that familiar glimmer of concern.

“I got cold,” he mumbled, stepping into the kitchen. “And you weren’t there.”

Guilt pinched your chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you... I just couldn’t sleep.”

He didn’t respond right away. He just walked over and stood beside you, glancing at the nearly empty mug in your hands and the faint glow of the video still playing. Then, wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’ve been like this a lot lately,” he said quietly. Not accusing—just observing. “You don’t have to go through it alone, you know?”

You leaned into him, your cheek brushing his. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother,” he whispered, pressing a sleepy kiss to your temple. “If your head’s loud, let me help you quiet it.”

You didn’t realize how much you needed those words until now. The tears didn’t fall, but they pricked your eyes, just a little.

“Come back to bed?” he asked, voice soft.

You nodded. Heuningkai took your hand in his, gently guiding you from the stool. He paused just long enough to turn off the video, then wrapped an arm around you as you walked back to the bedroom together.

-

The argument with Soobin had escalated quickly—faster than you could’ve anticipated. He’d been quieter than usual all day, and when you finally asked what was wrong, his frustration spilled over. Words were exchanged, frustration mounting with every moment.

But when Soobin, your usually calm and soft-spoken boyfriend, raised his voice, it shocked you to your core.

“Why can’t you just listen for once?” he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and emotion.

You froze, your chest tightening. It wasn’t the volume—it was the way his tone carried something raw and unfiltered, something you weren’t used to.

“Soobin, I—”

“No,” he cut you off, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t do this right now.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound echoed in the now-silent apartment, leaving you standing there, stunned and shaking.

As soon as the shock wore off, tears began streaming down your face. You sank onto the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest as the argument replayed in your mind. You hated fighting with Soobin—it felt unnatural. The slam of the door still echoed in your ears as you cried.

-

At the dorms, Soobin barged in, his face flushed with frustration. Beomgyu, lounging on the couch with his phone, raised an eyebrow at his sudden entrance.

“Uh… you okay?” Beomgyu asked, sitting up when he noticed the stormy expression on his hyung's face.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Soobin muttered, kicking off his shoes with more force than necessary.

Beomgyu, however, wasn’t one to let things slide. “Clearly, you need to talk about it,” he said, patting the spot next to him. “Come on. Sit.”

Soobin hesitated before slumping onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “We fought,” he admitted quietly. “I raised my voice. I’ve never done that before. And then I just… left.”

Beomgyu frowned, surprised. “You raised your voice? You? That’s… rare.”

Soobin let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hate that we fought, but I was so frustrated, and I just… lost control.”

After a moment, Beomgyu sighed. “Look, I’m not a relationship guru, but… if you’re fighting, it means you care. You wouldn’t feel this strongly if this didn’t mean everything to you, right?”

Soobin nodded silently.

“So then don’t waste time being apart,” Beomgyu continued, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “You guys are lucky to have each other. Fights suck, but they’re part of it. Go back and talk. Actually talk. You’re Soobin—quiet, sweet, good at listening. Use that.”

The words hit Soobin hard, sinking into the knot of guilt in his chest. “Thanks, Beomgyu-ah,” he murmured.

“Anytime,” Beomgyu replied with a smirk. “Now go fix it before I have to deal with a mopey Soobin for the next week.”

-

Meanwhile, back at home, you were still curled up on the couch, letting the tears flow freely. The silence in the apartment felt suffocating without Soobin. You missed him already, but the lingering hurt and fear from the argument held you back from reaching out.

You tried distracting yourself with a show, but every quiet moment felt heavier, reminding you of the fight. The sound of the door unlocking startled you, and your heart raced as Soobin stepped inside.

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The air between you was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken apologies and lingering emotions pressing down on both of you.

“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice small and shaky.

Soobin took a hesitant step closer, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “For yelling. For leaving. For everything.”

You looked down, fiddling with the edge of the blanket draped over your lap. “I hate fighting with you,” you admitted. “I was just scared, Soobin. You’ve never yelled like that before.”

His face crumpled, guilt washing over him. “I know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I felt like I wasn’t being heard, and I didn’t know how to handle it. But that’s not an excuse. I should’ve stayed and talked to you instead of walking out.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and this time, Soobin moved closer, sitting on the edge of the couch. “I missed you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I spent the whole time thinking about how much I hate being apart from you, especially like this.”

“I missed you too,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to fight with you, Soobin. But sometimes it feels like you hold things in until it explodes, and then I don’t know how to deal with it.”

He nodded, reaching for your hand. “You’re right. I need to be better about talking to you before it gets to that point. I just… I never want to burden you with my frustrations. But I can see that keeping it in hurts us more.”

You squeezed his hand, tears slipping down your cheeks. “And I’ll try to be more patient. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me. I’m here for you, always.”

The tension in the room eased slightly as the two of you poured your hearts out, laying everything bare. Slowly, the gap between you closed, and Soobin pulled you into a gentle hug.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, clutching him tightly.

As the night went on, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the hurt from the fight melting away as you talked about everything—your fears, your hopes, and your love for one another.

At some point, Soobin’s phone buzzed with a message from Beomgyu. He smiled as he read it, then dialed his friend.

“I'm fine,” he said simply, his voice lighter than it had been in days.

-

The moment it was announced that you and Jungwon from Enhypen would be performing a special duet stage at the MAMA Awards, your schedule immediately filled up with rehearsals, meetings, and choreography sessions. Jungwon was a sweet and hardworking partner, and though the performance demanded a lot of effort, his cheerful energy made the long hours feel less taxing.

Still, there was someone who hadn’t taken the news quite as well — your boyfriend, Yeonjun.

Though Yeonjun never said anything directly, you could tell he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of you spending so much time with Jungwon. He wasn’t rude or openly jealous, but there were small signs: the way his brows would furrow when you mentioned Jungwon's name, or how he’d suddenly grow quiet when you showed him clips from practice.

Despite his feelings, Yeonjun was nothing but supportive. He’d remind you to take care of yourself, pack you snacks for your long rehearsals, and listen patiently when you gushed about how excited yet nervous you were for the performance.

One evening, after finishing a particularly challenging practice, you decided to test the waters.

“Yeonjun-ah,” you said over the phone, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Would you want to come watch one of our private practices? It’d mean a lot to me if you could see it before the big night.”

There was a slight pause before he responded. “You really want me there?”

“Of course,” you said softly. “I value your opinion, and it’d make me feel better knowing you’ve seen it.”

His voice softened. “Alright. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.”

The day of the private session, you were already at the studio with Jungwon, going through the routine. It was an intricate mix of contemporary and hip-hop, full of sharp movements and fluid transitions. The concept was intense but intimate, and you and Jungwon had spent countless hours perfecting the chemistry required to make it believable.

When Yeonjun walked in, you immediately noticed him. He was dressed in his usual casual yet stylish way, his cap pulled low over his eyes. He gave you a small wave and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched.

“Is that Yeonjun-hyung?” Jungwon asked, glancing toward him.

You nodded with a small smile. “Yeah. He’s here to watch today.”

Jungwon brightened. “That’s cool! I hope he likes it.”

The music started, and you and Jungwon moved through the choreography, your bodies perfectly in sync. Every step, spin, and lift was seamless, a result of hours of hard work. When the final note faded, you glanced toward Yeonjun, breathless and eager to hear his thoughts.

Yeonjun’s expression was unreadable as he approached, but his eyes softened when they met yours. “That was… incredible,” he said, his voice sincere.

“Really?” you asked, your chest tightening with relief.

He nodded, his lips curving into a proud smile. “You were amazing.”

You beamed, but before you could respond, Yeonjun casually draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but today, his touch lingered longer, his grip a little firmer.

“Jungwon-si,” Yeonjun said, glancing at the younger idol. “You’re really talented. Thanks for taking care of her during practice.”

Jungwon smiled, his cheeks faintly pink. “Thank you, hyung. She’s been great to work with. We make a good team.”

Yeonjun hummed, his tone light but with an unmistakable edge. “Yeah, I can see that.”

You elbowed Yeonjun lightly, giving him a knowing look, but said nothing.

As practice continued, Yeonjun stayed, his eyes never leaving you. Every time you glanced his way, he’d offer an encouraging nod or a small smile, though you couldn’t help but notice how his jaw tightened during the closer parts of the choreography.

When the session ended, Jungwon left to grab his things, leaving you alone with Yeonjun.

“You’re being clingy,” you teased, poking his side.

He shrugged, his expression casual but his arms still loosely wrapped around your waist. “Can’t help it. Seeing you perform like that… I don’t know, it makes me feel things.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Good things or bad things?”

“Both,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Good because you’re incredible, bad because I don’t like sharing you—even if it’s just for a performance.”

You softened, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You don’t have to worry. It’s just a stage, Yeonjun. You’re the one I come home to.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the jealousy and insecurity melted away, replaced by pure adoration. “I know,” he said softly. “I’m still so proud of you.”

-

The day had started out normally, filled with the usual motion of daily life. You were at home, catching up on work, when your phone buzzed on the counter. The name on the screen—Soobin—brought a smile to your face. He rarely called during the day, so you figured it was just one of his casual check-ins.

“Hey, Soobin!” you answered cheerfully. “What’s up?”

The tone of his voice on the other end immediately wiped the smile off your face. “Y/N…” he began, his voice hesitant and tinged with worry. “I, uh, need to tell you something, but please don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic?” you echoed, your heart sinking. “Soobin, what happened? Is it Beomgyu? Is he okay?”

There was a pause, and the sound of him exhaling heavily. “He fell during dance practice. He fractured a rib. We’re at the hospital now.”

Your stomach dropped. The words hit you like a punch, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. “Is he—how bad is it? Is he in a lot of pain?”

“He’s in pain, but the doctors say he’ll be fine with rest,” Soobin reassured you. “I just thought you should know. He hasn’t said much since we got here… I think he’s trying to act tough, but you know how he is.”

You were already grabbing your keys. “Which hospital?” you asked, your voice tight with worry.

Soobin told you, and before he could say anything else, you were out the door, your heart pounding as you raced to get to Beomgyu.

When you arrived at the hospital, you barely had time to check in at the front desk before you spotted Soobin waiting for you in the hallway. His tall frame and concerned expression stood out against the sterile white walls.

“Y/N,” he said, walking toward you. “He’s in there.” He pointed to a nearby room.

“How is he?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“He’s… quiet,” Soobin said softly. “You know Beomgyu. He’s usually joking around, even when he’s hurt, but not this time. I think he’s trying to put on a brave face, but…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. You pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.

Beomgyu was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and his face pale. His usual mischievous spark was nowhere to be seen. His breathing was shallow, and his hand rested lightly over his side, as if even the weight of his own hand caused him discomfort.

“Gyu,” you whispered, and his eyes opened slowly at the sound of your voice.

The moment he saw you, something in his expression softened, but he still looked exhausted. “Y/N…” he murmured.

You rushed to his side, carefully taking his free hand in yours. “Oh, my baby,” you said, your voice trembling. “Why didn’t you call me? You must’ve been in so much pain.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?” you repeated, tears prickling at your eyes. “You fractured a rib, Beomgyu. That’s serious.”

He tried to smile, but it was weak and fleeting. “You’re worrying too much. I’ll be fine.”

The sight of him like this—so subdued and vulnerable—broke your heart. Beomgyu was always the life of the party, the one who could make you laugh no matter how bad your day was. Seeing him like this, in pain and trying to downplay it, made you ache in ways you couldn’t describe.

The doctor came in not long after and gave you instructions for his care: lots of rest, minimal movement, and a strict pain management regimen. Once Beomgyu was cleared to leave, you insisted on taking him home with you.

At your apartment, you helped him settle onto the couch, carefully arranging pillows to keep him comfortable. He winced slightly as he shifted, and you were by his side in an instant.

“Do you need anything? Water? More pillows? Pain meds?” you asked, fussing over him.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but amused despite his discomfort. “You’re already doing too much.”

“Too much? You’re hurt, Beomgyu. I’m not going to let you lift a finger until you’re better.”

He sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips now. “I guess having you baby me isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“You better get used to it,” you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Because I’m not letting you do anything on your own until that rib heals.”

Over the next few days, you doted on him endlessly. You cooked his favorite meals, brought him extra blankets when he felt cold, and even binge-watched his favorite shows with him, laughing quietly at the parts he found funny so he wouldn’t feel like he had to.

Despite his initial protests, Beomgyu quickly leaned into the care you provided. He’d flash you small, grateful smiles whenever you brought him something or adjusted his pillows. And every time he caught you looking at him with worry in your eyes, he’d reach for your hand and squeeze it gently.

“You don’t have to worry so much,” he told you one evening as you sat beside him, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through his hair.

“I can’t help it,” you admitted. “Seeing you like this… I just want to take all the pain away.”

“You already are,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Just being here with me makes it hurt a little less.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, Beomgyu-ah. Always.”

As the days passed, his strength slowly returned, and the spark in his eyes began to shine again. But no matter how much he recovered, you continued to take care of him, wanting to make sure he knew just how much you loved him.

-

It was a quiet evening when Taehyun arrived at your apartment for the very first sleepover you were having together. It had been a few months of dating, and although you both were incredibly comfortable around each other, there was still a certain level of excitement and nervousness that came with the thought of spending the night together.

When the doorbell rang, you rushed to answer it, your heart skipping a beat. You opened the door to find Taehyun standing there with a shy, yet excited smile, holding a small bag of snacks in his hand. His hair was slightly messy from the breeze outside, and his eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but filled with warmth. "I brought snacks for the night."

You chuckled, taking the bag from his hand. “You didn’t have to bring anything,” you said, but you couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. “Come on in.”

He stepped inside, glancing around your cozy apartment, looking a little unsure but curious at the same time. The space was filled with soft lighting, a hint of lavender-scented candles, and a playlist of mellow music in the background. It was exactly the kind of relaxing atmosphere you hoped would ease the awkwardness you both were feeling.

As you led him to the living room, you noticed how he sat down on the couch carefully, as if trying to figure out the most comfortable spot without being too forward. It made you smile—Taehyun had always been polite, but there was something incredibly cute about how he was approaching this, like he was still a little shy around you.

“Want to watch something?” you asked, sitting next to him, placing the snacks on the table.

“Yeah,” he replied, glancing at the TV. “What do you want to watch?”

The two of you spent a few moments in a soft, somewhat awkward small talk, before you finally decided on a lighthearted comedy you both would enjoy. Taehyun leaned back into the couch, and you both reached for snacks at the same time, laughing as you both fumbled for the chips.

It was moments like this that made the awkwardness feel comforting instead of strange. You both settled into the couch, the movie playing in the background as you casually talked about work, your favorite foods, and small memories from your lives. Taehyun kept stealing glances at you when you were laughing at something on screen, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

Around halfway through the movie, you suggested ordering some food. “I know we’ve got chips, but I’m really in the mood for some ramen,” you said, looking over at him.

“Ramen sounds perfect,” Taehyun agreed, his face lighting up at the suggestion. “You read my mind.”

While waiting for the ramen to arrive, you both chatted more casually, sharing a few fun facts about yourselves that you hadn't talked about before. You both joked about how much of a foodie you were, and how you would probably eat instant ramen at 2 a.m. if it were up to you.

When the ramen finally arrived, you both set up a small, cozy little table on the floor, sitting cross-legged as you slurped noodles and exchanged stories about your childhood. Taehyun told you about a funny incident where he tried to cook for his family and ended up burning everything, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. You laughed at the story, teasing him gently.

“I bet your family was very forgiving,” you said, smiling at him.

“They were,” he said with a chuckle, but he glanced down shyly. “They always are, actually.”

The night seemed to flow perfectly, with little to no pressure. The simple act of eating ramen together, talking about small details of your lives, felt comforting and natural. As the evening wore on, the movie finished, and the two of you were lying down on the couch together, resting your heads against the cushions.

“Do you want to go to bed?” you asked, your voice soft and a little hesitant. You could tell Taehyun was still trying to get used to the idea of sleeping over, but he had that calm, reassuring smile on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone gentle but sincere. “I think I’m ready to sleep.”

You led him to the bedroom, the soft glow of the night light giving everything a warm, cozy atmosphere. You climbed into bed first, pulling back the covers and settling in comfortably. Taehyun followed suit, sitting on the edge of the bed for a moment. He glanced over at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and curiosity, before he slid under the covers beside you.

The first few minutes were filled with that familiar, gentle awkwardness. Neither of you knew quite how to position yourselves in the bed, but eventually, you both settled on lying on your sides, facing each other. There was a peaceful silence, the kind that you could only share with someone you felt truly comfortable with.

Taehyun was the first to speak, his voice soft as he looked at you. "Thank you for letting me come into your space. It means a lot to me."

"I cleaned it especially for you," you giggled, lightening the mood.

You two laid there for a while, talking aimlessly until he saw your eyes drooping closed every couple of words.

"Go to sleep. I'll still be here tomorrow." Taehyun moved some strands from your face gently, smiling when your eyes meet.

"You better be."

You two shared a soft look.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Taehyun,” you whispered back, your heart feeling warm and content.

But before you could drift off to sleep, you felt him reach out, his hand carefully brushing against yours. It was small, but the moment your hands touched, it felt like everything in the world had settled into place. You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers, feeling a warmth spread through you.

“Can I stay like this?” Taehyun asked quietly, his voice filled with a bit of uncertainty.

“Of course,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

-

It was nearing midnight when Yeonjun tapped your shoulder, pulling you out of the book you’d been reading on the couch. His smile was mischievous, his eyes sparkling even under the dim lighting of your apartment.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with excitement.

“Go where?” you asked, setting the book down.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “An ice cream date. It’s the last Friday of the month, remember?”

You’d almost forgotten—your monthly tradition of sneaking out late at night to grab ice cream from the nearest convenience store. It started a few months into your relationship, and you’d both kept it up religiously, no matter how busy or tired you were.

“Alright, let me grab my jacket,” you said with a smile, already feeling warm at the thought of spending this cozy time with him.

The air outside was crisp but not too cold, and you walked hand in hand to the little store a few blocks away. The streets were quiet, the world seemingly asleep, but it felt like your own private adventure.

Yeonjun swung your intertwined hands back and forth as he talked about his day, his voice animated and light. “And then Soobin dropped his coffee—again—and blamed it on the table being wobbly. Can you believe him?”

You laughed, leaning into his shoulder. “Sounds like a classic Soobin move.”

The convenience store was brightly lit, a sharp contrast to the sleepy darkness outside. As always, Yeonjun made a beeline for the freezer section, crouching down to inspect the rows of colorful ice cream options.

“What should we get this time?” he mused, tapping his chin dramatically as if this were the most important decision of his life.

You rolled your eyes fondly and crouched down next to him. “Why do we do this every time? We both know you’re just going to pick the same one.”

“Hey! You don’t know that,” he shot back, pretending to be offended. But sure enough, a minute later, he was holding his beloved mint chocolate ice cream in one hand and a chocolate bar for himself in the other.

You grabbed your usual pick—a pint of caramal swirl—and headed to the counter. Yeonjun insisted on paying, as he always did during these little dates, flashing his card with a grin.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased as you walked out of the store.

“I try,” he replied, puffing out his chest comically before laughing and pulling you close.

The two of you made your way to your favorite spot—a small lookout point on the hill overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with the city lights twinkling like stars below you. Yeonjun spread out a blanket he’d tucked under his arm before you left the apartment, and you both settled down, the ice cream balanced between you.

You ate in comfortable silence at first, savoring the cold sweetness of your desserts and the warmth of each other’s presence. Yeonjun leaned back on one arm, his other hand holding his ice cream cone as he gazed out at the view.

“This never gets old,” he said softly.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “It really doesn’t. I love how peaceful it is up here.”

He turned his head to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “You know what else I love?”

“What?” you asked, already bracing yourself for one of his cheesy lines.

“You,” he said simply, his voice sincere but his smile teasing.

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed nonetheless. “You’re such a sap.”

“And you love it,” he replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple.

The two of you spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing—your favorite childhood memories, the random dreams you’d had recently, and plans for the future. Yeonjun’s laugh echoed in the quiet night, warm and infectious, and you found yourself laughing along even when the joke wasn’t that funny.

When your ice cream was long gone, and the air started to feel colder, Yeonjun pulled you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around both of you.

“We should head back soon,” you murmured, though you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Just a little longer,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “I like being here with you.”

-

The air buzzed with excitement as your group made your way onto the red carpet, the cameras flashing and reporters calling out for your attention. This was your first major awards show as a rookie idol, and it felt as surreal as it was overwhelming.

“Smile, leader,” one of your members whispered with a nudge.

“I am!” you hissed back, though your cheeks were already beginning to ache from grinning so much.

You stepped forward for an interview, the microphone handed to you as the reporters launched into their questions.

“[Group Name], congratulations on your debut this year! How does it feel to be here tonight?”

“It’s an honor to be surrounded by so many incredible artists,” you answered, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your chest. “We’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and we’re so thankful to our fans and everyone who has supported us.”

As you wrapped up the interview and headed into the venue, one of your members whispered, “You’re so good at this. I’d be shaking like a leaf.”

“Trust me, I am,” you replied, clutching your dress.

The venue was breathtaking, with its grand stage, glittering lights, and rows of impeccably dressed idols. You settled into your seats with your group, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were actually here.

“Look, even Zerobaseone is here!” one of your members whispered, pointing discreetly.

Your eyes followed theirs, scanning the crowd. That’s when you saw him.

Soobin. Leader of Tomorrow x Together.

He sat just a few rows ahead, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. He looked effortlessly elegant, his tailored suit highlighting his tall frame and his soft features making him look almost angelic.

Without thinking, you whispered, “He’s so pretty, I think I’m going to faint.”

One of your members whipped their head toward you, biting back a laugh. “Did you just say that out loud?”

You immediately turned crimson. “No, I didn’t!” you hissed, even though your burning cheeks betrayed you.

Your member smirked, leaning closer. “You totally did. You’re staring at him!”

“I am not,” you whispered furiously, but your eyes betrayed you again, flicking back toward him.

That’s when it happened. As if he could feel your gaze, Soobin turned his head slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you.

Your heart stopped. For a moment, you were locked in his gaze, his eyes wide with curiosity. Then, your brain finally kicked in, and you ducked your head, pretending to adjust your earring.

“He saw you,” your member whispered, barely holding in their laughter.

“Shut up,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Soobin turning back to his members, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The night continued with dazzling performances and awards. As the Rookie of the Year category approached, your group sat in nervous anticipation, holding hands under the table.

“And the winner of Rookie of the Year is… [Group Name]!”

The room erupted in applause, and for a second, you froze. It wasn’t until your members tugged at you, squealing in excitement, that you realized it was real. You were walking up to the stage, your heart pounding as you accepted the trophy.

Standing at the microphone, you took a deep breath, the weight of the moment sinking in. “Thank you so much for this incredible honor,” you began, your voice shaking slightly. “We’ve worked so hard to get here, and this award means everything to us. Thank you to our fans, our company, and everyone who has supported us. This is only the beginning, and we’ll keep working hard to make you proud.”

The audience clapped, and as you bowed, you couldn’t resist glancing toward Soobin’s table. He was clapping enthusiastically, his smile soft and genuine. Your cheeks burned, and you quickly turned back to follow your group off the stage.

Back at your seat, one of your members leaned over. “Caught you looking again,” they teased.

“I wasn’t!” you protested, though your face was bright red.

After the ceremony, the lobby buzzed with idols mingling, congratulating each other, and snapping photos. You were standing with your group when a soft voice interrupted.

“Congratulations.”

You turned and froze. Soobin was standing just a few feet away, his tall frame and warm smile making your heart race.

“T-thank you,” you stammered, bowing quickly.

“You were amazing tonight,” he said, his voice gentle. “Your speech was really touching, and your group did so well. I can see why you won.”

You blinked, trying to process his words. “Thank you… That means so much coming from you.”

He chuckled softly, his dimples showing. “From me? You’re the one who just won Rookie of the Year.”

“I-I mean… you’re Soobin,” you blurted, immediately cringing at how flustered you sounded.

He laughed, the sound warm and comforting. “And you’re the leader of [Group Name]. I’ve been hearing great things about you guys.”

You felt like your heart might explode. “Thank you. We’re huge fans of TXT. It’d be amazing to share a stage with you someday.”

“I’d like that too,” he said, his smile softening. “Until then, keep working hard. I’ll be cheering you on.”

With one last smile, he turned to rejoin his members, leaving you standing there, your heart racing.

As soon as he was gone, one of your members ran up to you. “Did that just happen?”

You nodded, still in a daze.

Also may I request something?? If it's alright with you that is... Can I ask for a fic where Taehyun visits a haunted house with his S/o? I think it would be cute if he acts all brave then ends up getting scared and s/o is just walking next to him laughing lol

-Calc anon

calc anon!!!!! omg, i've missed you 🥺 i hope you see this lol

i hope you're doing really well and staying healthy! this was so fun and cute to write. taehyun is out here being a very good bias wrecker..

i've been gone for so long and only recently started writing again. i hope you guys have been enjoying it 🩷

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when he gets scared easily

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You stood outside the entrance of the haunted house, arms crossed as you eyed the eerie decorations and flickering lights. The occasional distant scream echoed from inside, making your stomach twist with nerves.

Taehyun, on the other hand, was the picture of confidence. He puffed out his chest, rolling his shoulders back as he grinned at you. “Come on, babe,” he said, nudging you lightly. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

You shot him a look. “I’m not scared,” you defended. “I just don’t want to make a fool of myself by freaking out in there.”

Taehyun smirked, reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he said dramatically, flashing you a wink. “No ghost, monster, or zombie is getting near you while I’m around.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “You do know this place is designed to scare people, right?”

“Pfft.” He waved a dismissive hand. “They try to scare people. But me? Please.” He tapped his chest. “I don’t get scared that easily.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. We’ll see about that.”

With that, the two of you stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind you. Immediately, a chill ran down your spine as the dim lighting and eerie whispers filled the air. Fog curled around the floor, and the flickering shadows made the whole place feel even more unsettling.

You felt Taehyun’s hand in yours—firm, reassuring. But as you took another step forward, a loud bang echoed from the walls, and in an instant, Taehyun flinched so hard he nearly yanked your arm off.

“W-what was that?!” he yelped, gripping your hand tighter.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “I thought you weren’t scared that easily?”

Taehyun cleared his throat, forcing himself to straighten up. “I-I’m not. That was just… unexpected.”

You smirked but let it slide—until, of course, the next scare came. A figure suddenly darted out from the shadows, a grotesque zombie with glowing eyes reaching toward you both.

Taehyun let out a startled yelp and, before you knew it, he had grabbed your shoulders and hid behind you, using you as a human shield.

“Oh my god, Taehyun!” you burst out laughing, barely able to stand straight as you realized what he was doing.

“Shut up!” he whined from behind you, gripping your arms. “That thing came out of nowhere!”

You were doubled over, tears forming in your eyes as you tried to breathe. “I—I can’t believe this! Big tough Taehyun, the fearless protector, is hiding behind me!”

“I’m strategically positioning myself,” he insisted, but his voice wavered as another scare—a creepy doll suddenly turning its head—made him jump and grip your shoulders even tighter. “Nope. Nope. I hate that.”

You laughed even harder, struggling to move as he practically clung to you like a lifeline. “You are such a scaredy cat, this is amazing.”

“I am not—AHH!” He nearly jumped out of his skin as a fake spider dropped from the ceiling. “Okay, you know what? I might be a little bit scared.”

By now, you were laughing so hard you had to lean against the wall to catch your breath. “A little?! Taehyun, you’ve been behind me this entire time!”

He pouted but didn’t let go of you. “Listen,” he huffed. “I was just—uh—making sure nothing got to you first. That’s called being a gentleman, something you know I'm very good at.”

You giggled, reaching up to pat his head. “Aww, my big brave protector. You’re so heroic.”

Taehyun groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

“Absolutely not.” You grinned, pulling him into a hug despite his embarrassment. “But don’t worry, babe. I’ll protect you next time.”

He sighed dramatically before wrapping his arms around you, burying his red face into your shoulder. “I hate how much I love you.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Love you too, my fearless boyfriend.”

-

The bar was buzzing with energy—laughter, music, and the occasional clinking of glasses filling the air. You were out with your friends and the other members. Everyone had decided to go out for a fun night, and so far, it had been nothing but good vibes.

Taehyun had been glued to your side most of the night, his arm resting lazily on the back of your chair as you talked with the others. But at some point, you had offered to grab drinks for the two of you, much to his reluctance.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he had asked.

You had laughed. “Tae, I think I can handle ordering drinks.”

He sighed dramatically but let you go, watching you disappear into the crowd.

Now, you stood at the bar, waiting as the bartender prepared your drinks. That was when he walked up.

A stranger, confident and clearly tipsy, leaned against the counter beside you. “Hey there,” he started, flashing a cocky grin. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Before you could even react, another voice cut in smoothly from behind you.

“Go ahead,” Taehyun chimed in, stepping up beside you and sliding an arm around your waist. “But only if you buy me one too.”

The stranger blinked, caught completely off guard. “Uh—”

Taehyun tilted his head, giving him the most effortlessly smug expression. “That is what you were offering, right? Drinks? I’d love one.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as the guy fumbled for words. “I—uh, no, I meant for—”

“Oh, I know what you meant.” Taehyun’s grip on you tightened slightly. “But since they’re already taken, I figured you wouldn’t mind treating both of us.”

The guy looked between the two of you, clearly realizing he had no chance. “…Right. Uh, never mind.”

With that, he awkwardly turned and disappeared into the crowd.

The moment he was gone, you burst into laughter. “Baby, you scared him.”

Taehyun huffed. “Good. What kind of guy hits on someone who’s obviously here with their boyfriend?”

You smirked, turning to face him. “Jealous?”

“Possessive,” he corrected, before leaning in closer. “But you like that, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched slightly, but before you could respond, the bartender slid your drinks across the counter.

“Come on, possessive boyfriend,” you teased, handing him his drink. “Let’s get back to our friends before you scare off anyone else.”

Taehyun chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before wrapping an arm around you again. “Fine, but you’re staying very close to me the rest of the night.”

-

It started as a perfectly ordinary evening. You were sprawled on the couch, your laptop balanced precariously on your lap as you half-heartedly scrolled through an online store. A sitcom played in the background, the laughter track filling the room. Hueningkai was sitting at the dining table nearby, fiddling with something you couldn’t see—most likely one of his new hobbies, knowing him.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice lilting with mischief. “What’s your opinion on… ‘snuggle muffin’?”

You blinked, confused, and turned your head toward him. “What?”

“‘Snuggle muffin.’ As a pet name,” he clarified, looking at you with his trademark cheeky grin. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and you could tell he was up to something.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “It’s terrible. Who even says that?”

“Okay, but hear me out,” he said, abandoning whatever he’d been working on and coming to sit next to you. “It’s so over-the-top and gushy that it’s perfect.”

“For what? Annoying me?”

“No,” he said, leaning in closer, his grin widening. “For you.”

Your jaw dropped, and you smacked his arm playfully. “Absolutely not. You are not calling me ‘snuggle muffin.’”

“Why not?” he asked, feigning innocence. “It’s cute.”

“It’s so cringey!”

He laughed, his head tilting back, and the sound was so contagious that you couldn’t help but laugh too. “Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll think of something else.”

The next few days, Hueningkai seemed to be on a mission. Every time you saw him, he had a new pet name to try out, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“Hey, my little sugar plum,” he greeted you one morning, his voice overly sweet.

“Good morning, my angel-faced cupcake,” he said another day, dropping the line with a straight face before bursting into laughter when you glared at him.

By the third day, you were starting to think he might never stop. “Kai,” you groaned as he called you “honey bunny” in front of the barista at your favorite coffee shop.

“What?” he said, looking genuinely confused. “It’s adorable.”

You rolled your eyes but secretly loved the way he was grinning at you, like teasing you was his favorite pastime.

One evening, you were lying on the couch together, his head resting on your lap while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. The TV was playing some show you weren’t paying attention to, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights.

Out of nowhere, he looked up at you with a soft, sleepy smile. “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “you’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

Your heart melted at the sincerity in his tone. “You’re my favorite too,” you replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his forehead.

He reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “How about ‘lovebug’? That one’s not too bad, right?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Never,” he said, grinning. “But only because I love seeing you get all flustered.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his gaze made your cheeks heat up anyway. “Fine,” you said, giving in. “Lovebug isn’t the worst.”

“Really?” he asked, his grin widening. “Then it’s official. You’re my lovebug.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you warned, but your smile betrayed you.

He laughed, his joy filling the room, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

A few days later, you found yourself absentmindedly calling out, “Hey, Kai? Can you pass me that, please?”

“What’s the magic word?” he teased, holding the remote just out of your reach.

You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. “Please, lovebug?”

His eyes widened in surprise, and then a goofy smile spread across his face. “That was so gushy,” he said, clearly delighted. “But it was also so cute.”

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and lightly hitting him with it. “Don’t make me regret it!”

He laughed, catching the pillow mid-swing and pulling you into his arms. “You could never regret it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Because I’ll keep calling you lovebug forever now.”

-

After a few days apart, you finally had an evening to spend with Beomgyu. You’d missed him more than you realized, and the moment you walked through his door, his presence alone made you feel at home. But something felt off. He hugged you tightly at first, holding on for just a second too long, before pulling away with a sigh.

“You okay?” you asked, searching his face.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, offering you a small smile. “Just tired.”

You could tell there was more to it, but you didn’t want to push. Instead, you laced your fingers through his and pulled him toward the kitchen.

“Come on,” you said. “Let’s make dinner together. We haven’t done that in forever.”

Beomgyu groaned dramatically as you tugged him along. Flopping onto the counter, he sighed excessively. “Do we have to? Can’t we just order something?”

“Nope,” you grinned. “I'm in the mood for something specific so homemade ramyeon it is.”

He sighed but didn’t protest further, instead watching as you gathered the ingredients. You knew he actually also preferred this, even as he argued against it. After a few moments, he started helping — chopping green onions, cracking eggs, even playfully poking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. It felt nice. Comfortable. He wasn’t as talkative as usual, but you didn’t push him. You tried to keep things light, telling him stories about your week and cracking dumb jokes, hoping to ease whatever weight he was carrying. He laughed a little, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

When the ramyeon was finally ready, you carefully lifted the pot to dish it up. But as you set it down, your grip slipped just slightly, and some broth splashed onto the counter. You didn't think too much of it since this is something you do more often than not.

Before you could grab a towel though, Beomgyu suddenly yelled, “Seriously? Can you just be careful for once?”

You froze, startled by the sharpness in his voice. Your heart lurched in your chest as you turned to look at him, not understanding what just happened. But his gaze was hard, his brows furrowed in frustration.

“I—” you started, but you caught yourself. Instead, you swallowed and nodded. “Sorry.”

Beomgyu exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t say anything else, but the mood had shifted completely. You finished serving the food, setting his bowl in front of him before sitting down.

The air between you was heavy. Neither of you spoke as you ate, the only sounds in the room being the quiet clinking of chopsticks against bowls. You kept your eyes down, not daring to meet his gaze. The whole time you were trying to figure out what just happened.

Dinner felt like it lasted forever though. When you were finished, you got up wordlessly and started washing the dishes. You couldn't sit there any longer than you needed to. The running water filled the silence, giving you something to focus on besides the weight in your chest.

As you scrubbed the last bowl, you sensed someone behind you. You turned your head slightly and saw Beomgyu standing in the doorway, watching you. You could see he wanted to talk so you waited him out.

After a few minutes of silence, you decide to head to bed. You met his eyes as you walked in his direction, but you didn’t say anything. As you went to walk past him, his hand reached out, fingers curling gently around your arm.

“What is it?” you asked quietly, glancing at him quickly.

Instead of answering, he pulled you into a hug. You stiffened for a moment, surprised, but then slowly brought your arms up to wrap around him. It felt like he needed it. He clung to you, his face buried in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

You stayed still, waiting.

After a moment, he spoke again. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His expression was tight, his lips pressed together like he was holding something in.

“What’s wrong Gyu?” you asked gently.

Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just… I don’t know. Everything’s been piling up lately. Schedules, expectations, feeling like I have to be ‘on’ all the time. And then I finally get to be with you, and instead of being happy, I’m just… tired. Frustrated. And I took it out on you.”

You searched his face, taking in the exhaustion in his eyes, the slight downward curve of his lips. Your heart ached for him.

“You could’ve just told me,” you said softly. “You don’t have to act like everything’s fine all the time.”

He let out a shaky breath. “I know. I just—I didn’t want to ruin our time together. But I ended up ruining it anyway.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t ruin anything, Beomgyu. You’re allowed to have bad days. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His grip on you tightened. “I don’t deserve you.”

You frowned. “Don’t say that.”

“I mean it,” he murmured. “You’re always so patient with me. Even when I really don’t deserve it.”

You reached up, brushing his hair out of his eyes a bit. “You always deserve kindness. Even when you’re struggling. Especially then.”

His eyes softened, and for the first time that night, you saw a hint of the Beomgyu you knew—the one who loved teasing you, making you laugh, holding you close just because he could.

“Come on,” you said, nudging him gently. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

The two of you moved through your nighttime routine together—brushing your teeth, washing up, changing into comfortable clothes. It felt normal again, like the tension from earlier had finally started to fade.

As you climbed into bed, Beomgyu pulled you into his arms, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled, threading your fingers through his hair. “I love you too.”

He sighed, his body relaxing against yours. “Thanks for being here.”

“Always.”

this was so nice to write, thank you for the request anon!

requests are open ♡

when he is sick

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The rain poured outside as you hurried back into the apartment, carrying a bag of groceries and some extra items you'd grabbed from the pharmacy. Beomgyu had been feeling under the weather for a few days, but this morning had been the tipping point. He had texted you, groaning about how he couldn’t stop throwing up, and you had immediately left work early to come home and care for him.

“Beomgyu?” you called softly as you slipped out of your wet shoes and made your way to the bedroom. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. There he was, lying curled up in bed, his face pale and sweaty, his messy hair sticking to his forehead. He looked utterly miserable but still managed a weak smile when he saw you.

“Why are you home so early?” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “I told you I’m fine. I can—ugh—take care of myself.”

You frowned and set the bag down, walking over to place the back of your hand on his forehead. He was burning up. “Take care of yourself, huh? Is that what you were doing while vomiting every twenty minutes?” you teased gently, brushing his damp hair out of his face.

He pouted, his lower lip jutting out adorably. “I could’ve handled it. You didn’t have to—”

“Shh,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Stop talking. I’m here now, and you’re going to let me take care of you.”

Beomgyu opened his mouth to protest again but was cut off when you raised an eyebrow. He huffed dramatically and flopped back against the pillow, muttering something under his breath that sounded like, “I’m not a baby.”

You ignored his grumbling and went to fetch a cool, damp washcloth. When you returned, you gently dabbed his forehead, wiping away the sweat. His eyes fluttered closed, and despite his earlier resistance, he leaned into your touch.

“See? Isn’t this better than pretending you’re invincible?” you murmured, smiling softly as you pressed the cloth to his neck.

He cracked one eye open to glare at you, but it lacked any real heat. “Still not a baby,” he mumbled, though the pout on his lips said otherwise.

“Of course not,” you replied, humoring him. “You’re just my very sick and *very* stubborn boyfriend.”

He groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “I’m enjoying taking care of you because you deserve to be spoiled sometimes. Now stop pouting and let me do my job.”

Over the next few hours, you completely babied him, much to his mixed annoyance and secret delight. You propped him up with pillows, made him sip on warm ginger tea to settle his stomach, and rubbed small circles on his back whenever another wave of nausea hit.

At one point, he tried to convince you to leave him alone. “You’re going to catch whatever I have,” he protested weakly as you tucked a blanket around him.

“I’ll risk it,” you said firmly. “And even if I do get sick, you can repay the favor and take care of me.”

He gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you for a second. “You’d probably just end up taking care of both of us.”

“Probably,” you admitted with a grin, brushing your hand through his hair. “But I wouldn’t mind.”

By evening, Beomgyu was feeling a little better, though he was still pale and lethargic. You sat beside him, spoon-feeding him small bites of rice porridge that you’d made earlier.

“This is so embarrassing,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing pink as you held the spoon to his lips.

“Embarrassing or not, you’re eating,” you said, nudging him gently. “Come on, open up.”

He sighed but obeyed, letting you feed him. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he mumbled again, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips this time.

“Maybe,” you admitted, wiping a bit of porridge from the corner of his mouth. “But only because I love you.”

That shut him up. His pout softened, and he avoided your gaze, looking uncharacteristically shy. “I love you too,” he mumbled, barely audible.

You leaned down to kiss his forehead, smiling warmly. “I know. Now, finish your porridge, and then we’ll watch a movie until you fall asleep, okay?”

He nodded, too tired to argue anymore. As he snuggled into the blankets later, his head resting on your lap while you played with his hair, he sighed contentedly.

“Maybe being babied isn’t so bad,” he murmured sleepily.

-

Your heart was racing as you stepped into the spacious practice room. The glossy wooden floor stretched out beneath you, and the large mirrors lining the walls reflected the space's vibrance. It smelled faintly of sweat and determination, a place where magic was clearly made. This was the legendary room where TXT created some of their most iconic moments, and now, thanks to your best friend, you were standing here.

"Okay," your best friend said, nudging your side playfully. "Remember the rules. Sit still, no fangirling too hard, and absolutely no interfering."

You turned to her, your voice shaking as you replied, "I know, I know. Thank you so much for this. I can't believe this is happening." Tears welled up in your eyes as you gripped her arm. "This means everything to me."

She gave you a soft smile and rolled her eyes. "Alright, don't get too emotional. They’ll be here any second."

You quickly found a spot on the side, perching yourself on the floor with your knees pulled up, your trusty bucket hat tilted low over your face. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater, nerves and excitement battling for control. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked the TXT members one by one, chatting and laughing.

Soobin, the leader, was the first to enter, followed by Yeonjun, who seemed to be hyping everyone up with his endless energy. Beomgyu's voice rang out as he teased Huening Kai about something, and Taehyun trailed behind, adjusting his cap and looking focused.

You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. They were even more stunning in person than you imagined.

Your best friend gave you a side glance and smirked. "Calm down, fan club president," she whispered teasingly before stepping up to greet them. "Alright, everyone! Let’s get started with warm-ups, and then we’ll run through the new choreography."

The members greeted her warmly, their camaraderie evident. They didn’t even seem to notice you at first, which you were thankful for since your heart was already beating wildly just being in their presence. They got into position, stretching and joking around, but as soon as the music started, everything changed.

Their energy was palpable as they moved in perfect sync, every step and turn a testament to their hard work and talent. You watched in awe, barely daring to breathe, completely entranced by the way they commanded the room.

It wasn’t until the third run-through of the choreography that something unexpected happened. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Glancing up cautiously, you realized Taehyun was looking directly at you. His gaze was sharp and curious, as if trying to figure out who you were.

Your face immediately flushed, and you quickly looked down, tugging your bucket hat lower to shield your face. You hoped he couldn’t see how red you were underneath it.

"Is everything okay?" your best friend asked softly as she crouched down beside you, noticing your sudden movement.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s nothing."

She gave you a knowing look but didn’t push. The music restarted, and the members dove back into the choreography. Even though you tried to focus solely on their moves, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Taehyun’s eyes flickered your way a couple more times.

As the session wrapped up, the members collapsed onto the floor, panting and wiping sweat off their faces. Your best friend handed out water bottles and clapped her hands. "Good work, everyone! That was solid. Take five!"

To your horror and thrill, Taehyun got up and walked over to where you were sitting.

"Hey," he said casually, tilting his head. "Are you Y/N?"

You blinked up at him, trying to find your voice. "Y-yeah. How did you—?"

"She talks about you a lot," he said, nodding toward your best friend. "She said you’re a big fan." His lips curled into a small smile. "Thanks for supporting us."

You managed a shaky smile and mumbled, "Of course. You guys are amazing."

"Taehyun, stop intimidating my bestie," your best friend called out, smirking as she walked over.

Taehyun laughed softly. "I’m not intimidating her. Am I?"

You shook your head furiously, and he chuckled before heading back to join the others. As the members started packing up, your best friend leaned down and whispered, "So… worth it?"

-

The argument from the previous night lingered in the air like a storm cloud. You couldn't even remember exactly what had sparked it—something trivial, something that snowballed into raised voices and sharp words. And now, a full day later, silence hung heavy in your apartment.

You curled up on your couch, tugging at the hem of Soobin’s oversized shirt you had mindlessly thrown on that morning. The fabric smelled faintly of him, and though it was comforting, it also made your chest ache. You hadn’t spoken to him since the fight, and the emptiness of your phone felt heavier than ever. You tried distracting yourself, scrolling aimlessly, but it was no use.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your spiral. You hesitated, glancing at your reflection in the nearby mirror. Your hair was messy, and the shirt hung loose on your frame, making it clear you hadn’t put much effort into your appearance today. Another knock, this one softer but persistent, made you set your phone down and walk to the door.

When you opened it, your breath caught.

There he was—Soobin, standing on your doorstep, looking as nervous as you’d ever seen him. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his hand clutched a small bag. His eyes, soft and full of vulnerability, met yours, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

“Hi,” he said quietly, his voice tentative.

“Hi,” you replied, still too surprised to say much else.

He extended the bag toward you. “I… brought your favorite. I thought maybe… we could eat together?”

Your heart softened instantly at the gesture, though you tried not to let it show too much. You stepped aside to let him in, and he walked past you into the living room, setting the bag down on the coffee table.

The air was thick with unspoken words as you joined him. Neither of you knew how to start, so you busied yourself with unpacking the food. He helped, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.

You sat down across from each other, and for a few minutes, the only sounds were the rustling of wrappers and the clink of utensils. You both nibbled at your food, avoiding eye contact.

“So… how was your day?” Soobin asked finally, his voice breaking the silence.

You glanced up at him, surprised by the ordinary question. “It was okay,” you said hesitantly. “Just… quiet.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Mine too.”

The small talk felt awkward at first, but as the minutes ticked by, it became easier. You talked about mundane things—work, a funny video you’d seen, the weather. It was shallow, but it was something, and it helped chip away at the tension.

After a while, you both fell into a more natural rhythm, even laughing softly at a silly comment he made. It almost felt normal again—almost.

Then Soobin sighed, his hand stilling as he set his chopsticks down. “Y/N,” he began, his voice serious.

You looked at him, your heart skipping a beat.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “For everything. For the argument, for how I handled things… for not treating you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, as if to stop you. “Let me finish,” he said gently. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I realize now that I wasn’t fair to you. I let my own frustrations get in the way, and I said things I didn’t mean. You mean so much to me, jagi, and the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.”

His words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. You could see the genuine regret in his eyes, and it made your own well up with tears.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “For saying that. I… I’ve been thinking about it too. And I’m sorry for the things I said. I didn’t mean them either.”

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. He looked at you, surprised for a moment, before his fingers intertwined with yours. His hand was warm and comforting, and the simple gesture felt like the first step toward healing the rift between you.

“I forgive you,” you said softly. “And I’m glad you came.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he squeezed your hand gently. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said, his voice filled with quiet sincerity.

---

After finishing the meal, the two of you moved to the couch. The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by a sense of calm. Soobin sat close to you, his arm draped around your shoulders as you leaned into him.

“I missed you,” he murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s presence. The quiet of the room felt different now—not heavy, but comforting. His fingers traced absent patterns on your arm, and you found yourself relaxing completely for the first time all day.

As the night wore on, your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself drifting off. Soobin noticed and shifted slightly, adjusting so you could lie more comfortably against him.

“Sleep,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

-

The evening had started out fun and carefree. You were out with your closest friends, chatting and laughing over drinks and snacks at your favorite hangout spot. Everything seemed normal, but as the night went on, a strange wave of dizziness washed over you. At first, you brushed it off, assuming you were just tired or dehydrated. But the feeling didn’t pass—it worsened.

“Hey,” one of your friends said, concern flickering in their eyes. “Are you okay? You look pale.”

You tried to respond, but before you could, the world tilted, and everything went black.

---

When you opened your eyes, bright fluorescent lights greeted you. Your head felt heavy, and there was a soft beeping sound nearby. Slowly, you realized you were lying on a hospital bed.

“Hey, you’re awake!” one of your friends exclaimed, relief evident in their voice.

“What... happened?” you mumbled, your throat dry.

“You passed out,” another friend explained. “We were all so freaked out. We called an ambulance just to be safe.”

Before you could process what they were saying, the door to the room opened, and in walked a tall, soft-spoken doctor. His coat was crisp and white, his hair perfectly styled, but it was his kind eyes that held your attention. He looked young, maybe a little older than you, and his presence immediately made the sterile hospital room feel a bit warmer.

“Hi,” he said, his voice smooth and calming. “I’m Dr. Choi Soobin. How are you feeling?”

“I... uh, I’m okay, I think,” you replied, your voice shaky.

Soobin smiled gently and stepped closer, pulling a chair to sit beside your bed. “That’s good to hear. Your friends told us what happened. I just want to ask you a few questions and run some checks to make sure everything’s okay.”

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him. His calm demeanor and soft tone were strangely comforting, making you feel less like a patient and more like a person he genuinely cared about.

He picked up your chart and glanced at it before looking back at you. “Have you been feeling dizzy or lightheaded before tonight?”

“A little,” you admitted. “But I thought it was just because I was tired.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly as he jotted something down. “And have you been eating and drinking enough today? Sometimes dehydration or low blood sugar can cause fainting spells.”

“Not really,” you confessed, feeling a little embarrassed. “I skipped lunch because I was busy.”

Soobin let out a soft chuckle, but it wasn’t condescending. “That might explain it,” he said. “Your body needs fuel, you know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his light teasing, feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

“Alright,” he continued, reaching for his stethoscope. “I’m just going to check your heartbeat. Can you sit up for me?”

You obeyed, and he leaned in closer, the cool metal of the stethoscope pressing against your skin. His touch was featherlight, and the proximity made your heart race—though you were sure it wasn’t from the fainting spell anymore.

“Your heart’s beating a little fast,” he said with a small smile, pulling back.

You flushed, looking away. Yeah, no kidding, you thought.

After a few more checks—your blood pressure, oxygen levels, and a quick look at your pupils—Soobin set his tools aside and met your gaze again.

“Everything seems normal,” he said, his voice full of reassurance. “It was probably a combination of dehydration and low blood sugar. But I’d recommend taking it easy for the next couple of days. Make sure you’re eating regular meals and drinking plenty of water, okay?”

You nodded, your heart still doing little flips at the way he looked at you. “Thank you, Dr. Choi.”

His smile widened, and he stood, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “You can call me Soobin,” he said. “And if you have any more questions or feel unwell again, don’t hesitate to come back. I’m here most nights.”

There was a hint of something in his tone—playfulness, maybe—that made your cheeks heat up.

As he turned to leave, one of your friends leaned over, smirking. “Is it just me, or was he way too cute to be a doctor?”