こんにちは ! &team です

K

It's cold without you

Don't do this to me pt 1

I'm sorry pt2

I love you

Lavender Ice Cream

I Don't Tell You Enough

You're mine

Nicholas

I missed you

Who Are You?

Toxic Till The End

Euijoo

Can I kiss you?

Yuma

You talk in your sleep

I'm almost done

Jo

You're The One I Was Looking For

Taki

You don't even notice anymore

Maki

You're mine

The bar was noisy in that familiar, comfortable way—music low enough to talk over, laughter coming from different directions, glasses clinking from somewhere behind you. You and K had tucked yourselves into a booth with a couple of your friends, his arm stretched across the back of the seat, fingertips brushing your shoulder every so often. It wasn’t crowded, but it was lively, the lighting dim and warm, the kind of space that made time feel slower.

At some point, you volunteered to get another round of drinks. K glanced at you, eyes soft but intent. “You good?” he asked, just out of habit.

You nodded, smiling at him. “I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t say anything else, but you caught the way his gaze followed you as you slid out of the booth and made your way to the bar. You could feel his attention linger, then shift away only when someone at the table said something to him.

You reached the counter and waited patiently. The bartender was busy, and a couple people were also trying to get drinks. You leaned one elbow on the edge of the bar, checking your phone briefly.

That’s when a man you didn’t recognize sidled closer, standing too near to be accidental. You felt him before you actually looked at him. When he spoke, it was loud enough to hear over the music.

“Hey,” he said, smiling like he already assumed you’d smile back. “You here alone?”

You straightened slowly, putting a step of space between you. “No,” you said simply, tone polite but closed off.

He didn’t take the hint. “Well, your friends aren’t here right now, are they?” The grin he gave you was too confident, too familiar. He leaned in slightly, trying to shorten the space you’d just created.

You shook your head once, firm. “I’m not interested.”

He scoffed, like he thought you were joking or playing coy. His hand almost lifted like he might try to touch your arm, and that was when you stepped back again, expression flat.

Across the room, K had been mid-conversation, head angled toward one of the others—but his eyes had been tracking you the entire time, a quiet habit he barely noticed anymore. The moment he saw the way the man leaned into your space, the way you stepped back, the way your head shook with that unmistakable dismissal—something hot and sharp moved through him.

He didn’t even process the act of standing. One second he was in the booth, the next he was crossing the floor with long, deliberate strides. His jaw was set, and his eyes were locked on the man at your side. He arrived just as the guy made one last attempt at getting your attention.

Without a word, K’s hand slid into yours, fingers threading through with possessive certainty. With that same motion, he gently pulled you behind him by a step, his body becoming a barrier between you and the stranger. You didn’t resist—your hand tightened in his on instinct, relief blooming silently in your chest.

K’s voice was low when he spoke, smooth but edged with warning. “She said she’s not interested,” he told the guy, eyes dark and unblinking. “So you’re done here.”

The man blinked at him, taken off guard by how suddenly K appeared. “Hey, relax, man—”

K didn’t raise his voice, but the shift in his tone left no room for interpretation. “Get lost.”

There was something so calm and certain about the way he said it that the stranger didn’t bother arguing. He lifted his hands in a mock-pacifying gesture and stepped back, muttering something under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd.

The moment the man was gone—fully gone, not just out of hearing distance—K turned to you. His hands came up immediately, cradling your face gently but firmly, his thumbs resting along your cheekbones. His brows were drawn together, worry bleeding through the sternness that had been there a moment ago.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice quieter now but still threaded with tension.

Your face was slightly squished between his palms, and you couldn’t help the soft smile that rose to your lips. You nodded. “I’m fine.”

He scanned you like he didn’t entirely trust your answer until he could confirm it with his own eyes. His gaze flicked over your expression, your posture, the steady way you were looking at him. Only then did he release a little of the tension in his shoulders.

Still holding your cheeks, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours for a moment, breathing out slowly. You slipped your arms around his waist, drawing him in until your chest touched his. His hands dropped to the sides of your neck, then your shoulders, tugging you even closer.

You tilted your head back slightly to look up at him, your arms wrapped securely around his middle. “Thank you,” you said, voice quiet and sincere.

It was the first time since standing there that he smiled—small, but real—and his fingers squeezed lightly at your shoulders. The concern in his eyes softened into something warmer, but no less intense.

“You’re mine,” he said, the words quiet but full of conviction. There was no sharpness in it, just truth, protectiveness, and something deeply gentle.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a few heartbeats. You closed your eyes briefly at the contact, breathing him in.

When you looked up again, you lifted onto your toes just enough to brush your lips against the corner of his mouth, a slow, affectionate press. “I know,” you murmured, your gaze steady on his. “I’m yours.”

His eyes held yours for a long second, something satisfied and certain flickering there. His arm came around your back, hand splaying across your spine like he needed you close.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, lips brushing your hairline this time, “and I don’t share.”

The words weren’t possessive in a cruel way—they were protective, quietly fierce. You felt them settle deep in your chest, and the warmth that came with them made your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

You stayed there for another lingering moment at the bar, his body shielding yours without even trying. Eventually, he laced his fingers through yours again, giving a gentle tug as he led you back toward your friends. Even then, his thumb traced the back of your hand in slow, absent motions, as if making sure you were still there, still safe, still his.

Would you be able to write something for Taki as well?

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thank you so much 🥺🩷 i appreciate this message so much!

i posted something for taki a while ago, here it is!

I'm almost done

The soft glow of your desk lamp bathed the room in warm yellow light as your fingers tapped rhythmically against your laptop keys. You were so deep in your work that you hardly noticed the sound of the front door opening, then closing again with a gentle click. A moment later, the faint shuffle of sneakers being slipped off reached your ears, followed by the low rustle of a jacket being hung up.

“Baby, I’m home,” Yuma’s familiar voice called, smooth and warm with just a trace of tiredness clinging to the edges.

“Mmhm, I missed you today,” you answered absentmindedly, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers continuing their race across the keyboard.

He lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching you with that quiet, soft smile he always wore when he caught you working so hard. His hair was slightly damp with sweat, his cheeks still flushed from practice. For a second, he thought about coming over to kiss your temple like he usually did, but the way your brow was furrowed told him you wouldn’t even notice.

“You almost done?” he asked anyway, voice light, teasing.

“Almost,” you mumbled, barely sparing him a glance.

He bit back a chuckle. He knew you too well—almost done meant nothing. You could sit there for another hour, maybe two, chasing the satisfaction of finishing just one more thing.

“Alright,” he said simply, retreating with quiet footsteps toward the bathroom. He didn’t push, didn’t linger. The sound of the shower running filled the apartment soon after, while you kept typing away, immersed in your own little world.

By the time he returned, hair fluffy and damp, dressed in soft sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, you hadn’t moved an inch. Your posture was exactly the same, your eyes narrowed with focus, and your lips pressed together as though you were in silent conversation with the screen.

Yuma leaned against the doorframe for a moment, arms folded, head tilted slightly. He could watch you like this for hours—so focused, so determined—but he also hated seeing you push yourself past the point of rest. A slow smile tugged at his lips as he crossed the room.

Without warning, his hands landed gently on your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tense muscles at the base of your neck.

You startled slightly. “Yuma—”

“Still not done?” he interrupted softly, leaning down close to your ear.

“Almost,” you repeated, though the word sounded more like a defensive whisper than the truth.

“Uh huh.” He kneaded your shoulders with patient circles, drawing a sigh out of you that you didn’t mean to give. “You said that before my shower too, you know.”

You gave a little laugh, distracted. “I’m serious this time.”

“Mm,” he hummed, not believing a word of it.

When you didn’t look up from the screen, Yuma slid away silently. You thought maybe he’d given up on distracting you—until you heard the scrape of a chair being dragged across the floor. You turned just in time to see him pull it up beside you, a little behind so he could watch you and the screen both.

“...What are you doing?” you asked suspiciously, narrowing your eyes.

“Keeping you company,” he said, all innocence, his eyes wide and soft, lips quirking at the corners.

You gave him a playful glare. “Quiet company, right?”

“Of course,” he replied instantly, tone too smooth, too practiced. You already knew better.

Still, you shook your head and turned back to your laptop, pretending not to care. For a few moments, he kept to his word, sitting there with his chin propped in one hand, just watching you type. But it didn’t take long before his other hand reached out, fingers brushing against your knee.

You glanced at him briefly, one eyebrow raised. “Yuma...”

“What? I’m not saying anything,” he grinned, hand sliding a little higher before retreating innocently.

You tried to ignore him, but his hand came back, rubbing softly at your thigh, then your shoulder, then lingering at your elbow like he was testing how long it would take before you cracked.

Finally, he shifted even closer, the warmth of his body brushing against your side as he leaned in. His head lowered, nestling onto your shoulder, and you froze for just a second before rolling your eyes.

“Really?” you asked, pretending to sound annoyed though your lips twitched with a smile.

“Mhm,” he murmured against your skin, his hair brushing your cheek. “I missed you too today.”

You wanted to remind him that this was not quiet, but your words caught in your throat when his lips grazed your neck. A soft, barely-there kiss at first, then another, then another. His breath was warm against your skin, and you felt the goosebumps rise instantly.

“Baby—”

“Still almost done?” he whispered, lips brushing the curve of your neck.

You shifted in your chair, typing slowing as your concentration wavered. “I... yes, I just need—” But the sentence fell apart when he kissed just below your jaw, slow and deliberate.

“Mm,” he hummed in triumph, continuing his trail of feather-light kisses. “That didn’t sound very convincing.”

You closed your laptop with a soft click, finally giving in. “Okay, fine. I’m done.”

Yuma leaned back, a victorious grin spreading across his face. “Knew it.”

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

“And you love me for it,” he shot back smoothly, standing and holding out his hand.

You took it, letting him pull you to your feet, straight into his arms. He wrapped you up tightly, chin resting atop your head, swaying you both side to side like he had been waiting all day for this.

“I really did miss you today,” he said softly into your hair.

“Missed you too,” you admitted against his chest.

He tilted your chin up with one hand, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t hurried, wasn’t teasing—it was grounding, like he wanted you to feel every bit of his affection in that one moment.

When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead against yours, smiling. “Come on. Couch time. We’ve got an episode to catch up on.”

You laughed, letting him tug you along to the couch. He practically flopped down, pulling you with him so you ended up tucked against his side, your head resting on his chest.

As the opening theme of the anime began to play, Yuma reached for the blanket on the back of the couch and draped it over both of you, his arm snug around your waist.

“See? Much better than working,” he murmured, kissing your temple before turning his attention to the screen.

You don't even notice anymore

You balanced the bags of food carefully as you walked down the familiar hallways of HYBE. You’d done this enough times to know the route by heart — down the corridor, past the mirrored rehearsal spaces, and straight to the practice room where you could already hear the faint bass of the track pulsing behind the closed door.

A few staff members recognized you on the way, offering smiles and polite greetings. You smiled back, feeling the small flutter of nerves that always came with stepping into your boyfriend’s world. You wanted this to feel natural, though, and for the most part, it did.

Pushing the door open just a crack, you peeked inside. The members were scattered around the room, some sitting on the floor stretching, others sipping water. The music was paused, and it looked like they were between runs.

Taki was the first to notice you. His head snapped toward the door, and his eyes widened before his whole face lit up. “BABYYYYY!”

The scream echoed across the practice room, making everyone else turn their heads. Before you could even step inside, Taki was sprinting toward you, practically skidding across the floor in his socks.

You barely had time to brace yourself before he wrapped you up in one of his signature hugs — arms tight around you, face pressed against your shoulder like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of just this morning.

“Taki— careful!” you laughed, gripping the bags tighter so they didn’t tumble to the floor.

He pulled back just enough to press a quick kiss against your lips — short and sweet, almost shy, like he didn’t want to give the others ammunition — before hugging you again. “What are you doing here?!”

“I brought food,” you explained, lifting the bags in your hands. “Thought you guys could use a break.”

That was all it took. His eyes went wide, and with a grin, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you fully into the room. “Everyone! Look! She brought us lunch!”

The others immediately started cheering, scrambling up to their feet and rushing over. You laughed as they all started pulling containers out of the bags, thanking you between bites even before everything was laid out properly.

But through all of it, Taki never let go of you. One hand was always there — on your wrist, your waist, your shoulder, or tangled with your fingers. He leaned against you while you talked, his head occasionally bumping your arm, and every few minutes he’d give your hand a squeeze just to remind you he was still there.

At first, you didn’t even think twice about it. This was just Taki. He’d always been like this. You’d grown so used to his constant touches that you barely noticed anymore.

It wasn’t until K, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a mouthful of food, spoke up that you realized how it looked from the outside.

“You don’t even flinch anymore,” K said, pointing his chopsticks toward you. “Like—he’s glued to you, and you’re just carrying on like it’s nothing. Are you even aware of how clingy he is right now?”

The room erupted with laughter, and your head turned toward Taki instinctively. His grip on your hand tightened, and he looked at you with mock-innocence, eyes wide like a child caught with candy before dinner.

“Clingy? Me?” he asked dramatically. “Nooo. This is normal.”

“You’re literally hanging off her arm, bro,” Nicholas added from where he was sitting, shaking his head. “It’s like she’s a coat rack, and you’re the coat.”

EJ snorted into his drink. “Honestly, I thought she was the clingy one at first. Guess not.”

Your cheeks heated under the sudden spotlight. “I—I don’t even notice it half the time,” you admitted with a small laugh.

“Exactly!” K said triumphantly. “That’s the problem. He’s trained you.”

The members roared with laughter again, and Taki groaned, burying his face against your shoulder in fake despair. “See what you did? Now they’re never going to let me live this down.”

“Because it’s true,” Harua teased, his voice dry. “We’ve all seen it. You’re basically her shadow.”

Taki lifted his head, glaring playfully around the room. “And? What’s wrong with that? She’s my girlfriend. Of course I want to be close to her.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart stutter, even as the others groaned dramatically at his boldness.

“Ohhh, here it comes. The cheesy lines,” Fuma muttered, covering his ears.

Taki ignored them all, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “They’re just jealous,” he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “No one else gets to hold you like this.”

“God, Taki,” Nicholas groaned, throwing a napkin in his direction. “Stop before I lose my appetite.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, shaking your head as you leaned back against him slightly. “You’re making it worse,” you whispered.

“I don’t care,” he replied, grinning against your cheek. “Let them tease me. I’m not letting go.”

And he didn’t. Not for the rest of the break, not when the food was gone and the members went back to practicing. Even then, he kept one hand linked with yours, tugging you down to sit against the wall so you could watch.

“Clingiest man alive,” EJ muttered under his breath as he passed by, but you caught the fond smile tugging at his lips.

Taki just smirked, leaning down to kiss your temple quickly. “Guilty,” he said softly, only for you to hear. “But only because it’s you.”

hi anon! thank you so much, i always love hearing what you guys think of my writing.

you can most definitely request a fluffy jo fic! i was listening to firework and when i heard this line (the title) again, i knew i had to use it. i hope you like it 🩷

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Jo

You're The One I Was Looking For

The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange as you walked hand-in-hand with Jo along a quiet riverside path. The golden light reflected off the water, casting a warm glow over everything. The evening air was crisp but gentle, and a light breeze played with your hair as you strolled side by side.

Jo wasn’t saying much, but that was nothing new. He never needed words to express how he felt. The way his fingers curled around yours, warm and steady, spoke louder than anything he could have said. You stole a glance at him, admiring the way the sunset highlighted his soft features.

He must have noticed because he turned slightly to look at you, his expression questioning.

You smiled. “Nothing. Just looking at you.”

His cheeks tinted pink as he cleared his throat and looked away, but you caught the tiny smile tugging at his lips. That was one of the things you loved most about Jo—how effortlessly adorable he was without even trying.

You let out a small sigh, kicking a stray pebble down the path. “You know, I used to wonder if I’d ever find someone who just… fit.”

Jo glanced at you again, his fingers twitching slightly against yours as if urging you to continue.

You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand. “Like, someone who made everything feel right. Someone I could just be with without trying too hard. And for a long time, I thought maybe that kind of person didn’t exist for me.” You turned to him then, your heart swelling with warmth. “But then I met you. And suddenly, it was like—oh. *You’re* the one I was looking for.”

Jo froze for a second, his breath catching ever so slightly. His ears turned a deeper shade of pink, and he ducked his head, trying, and failing miserably, to hide the shy smile forming on his lips.

He hesitated for a moment before murmuring, “You really think that?”

You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder. “Of course, Jojo. It’s you.”

Jo exhaled quietly, like he was trying to process your words. Then, without saying anything, he stopped walking and turned toward you. His free hand came up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.

“I’m glad you found me,” he finally whispered, his voice quiet but full of meaning.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but grin. “Me too,” you said softly, stepping closer until your forehead lightly bumped against his. “And I’m never letting you go, so you’re stuck with me now.”

Jo chuckled under his breath, his shyness melting just a little. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Because I’m not letting you go either.”

you write so well and I’m new here but I’m glad you’re back to writing! I would love to request something! do you write suggestive scenarios? I just want to make sure before I request something!

i hope you’re having a wonderful day~

ahhhhh this made my whole day 🩷🥺 thank you so much!

love that you asked! in all honesty, i've tried writing suggestive/smutty things, but i've never posted it. but why not, so please send your request!

You two get outed

Keeping your relationship with Maki a secret had been easy at first. The two of you were already close, so nothing felt out of place when you spent time together. You stole quick moments when no one was looking—brushing hands under the table, exchanging knowing glances, and sneaking off for late-night conversations. It was exciting in a way, your little secret.

But lately, things had become… complicated.

Specifically, because of Harua.

It started with small things. Harua offering to grab drinks for you when everyone was taking a break, sticking by your side whenever you visited the practice room, and even insisting on walking you home after late-night hangouts. You didn’t think much of it at first—Harua had always been kind. But Maki noticed. And as the weeks passed, you could tell it was starting to get to him.

Today, though, was the final straw.

You had come to practice to watch the guys and maybe learn a bit of their choreography for fun. Maki had been keeping an eye on you all evening, his jaw clenched slightly every time Harua hovered too close. But when Harua moved behind you, his hands gently guiding your arms into the right positions for the choreography, you felt the tension snap.

“Harua, back off,” Maki’s voice cut through the room, sharp and sudden.

The entire practice room fell silent. The other members, who had been chatting or stretching, all turned toward the source of the outburst. Harua blinked, startled, quickly stepping back from you.

“Maki?” Taki tilted his head, clearly confused. “Dude, what’s up?”

Maki let out a frustrated sigh before running a hand through his hair. Then, as if he had decided he was done with the secrecy, he stepped forward and grabbed your hand.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

“We’re dating,” Maki announced, his voice firm and unwavering. “That’s what’s up.”

For a second, no one said anything. You felt your heart hammer in your chest, your fingers tightening around Maki’s instinctively. But then—

A loud cheer erupted.

“We knew it!” Yuma grinned, nudging K. “I told you they wouldn’t last a month without admitting it.”

“You guys are the worst at hiding things,” EJ chuckled, crossing his arms.

Your mouth fell open. “Wait—what?”

Fuma smirked. “You really thought you could keep it from us? Maki turns bright red every time you’re in the room.”

Maki groaned. “You guys are so annoying.”

Harua, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly let out a sheepish laugh. “Well… I guess the plan worked.”

You frowned. “Plan?”

The members exchanged amused glances before Nicholas spoke up. “We knew you two were dating, but since you wouldn’t admit it, we figured we’d speed things up a bit.”

“So,” Harua added with a teasing grin, “I was supposed to, you know, make Maki jealous.”

Your jaw dropped. “You were all in on this?”

“Of course!” Taki beamed. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Maki groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “I can’t believe I fell for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing his hand. “Well, at least we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

Maki sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

K clapped his hands together. “Alright, now that it’s official, we need to celebrate.”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Maki muttered, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

i've been gone FOREVER but i think i'm back 🩷

hi anon! most definitely, here you go! i'm obsessed with rosie's song, toxic till the end, so i wrote something inspired by it. i hope you like it!

requests are open!

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Nicholas

Toxic Till The End

The night air was heavy, thick with unsaid words and the weight of something neither of you wanted to face. The apartment was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the city skyline beyond the window. You sat curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees, while Nicholas stood near the kitchen counter, back turned to you.

Silence stretched between you, suffocating.

“Nicholas,” you finally murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t turn around. Instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to fight again,” he said, his voice quiet, strained.

“I don’t either,” you admitted, your chest tightening. “But we can’t keep pretending everything is okay.”

At that, he turned, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was something exhausted in them, something almost defeated. “Then what do you want me to say?”

You swallowed hard, unsure of the answer. The two of you had been caught in this cycle for so long—loving each other fiercely, then tearing each other apart with words that cut too deep. It was intoxicating and destructive, beautiful and painful.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I just— I miss us. The way we used to be.”

Nicholas let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Do you really? Because I feel like we’ve been breaking for a long time now.”

Your heart clenched at his words. He wasn’t wrong. Lately, it felt like every conversation turned into an argument, every small misunderstanding became something bigger than it needed to be. And yet, even now, you couldn’t imagine letting go of him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. “I love you too,” he said, but there was something pained in the way he said it, like loving you was both the best and worst thing in his life.

You stood up slowly, closing the space between you. “Then why does it feel like we’re losing each other?”

Nicholas looked at you, and for a moment, his mask slipped. You saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the same fear that was clawing at your chest.

“Because maybe we are,” he admitted.

The words felt like a punch to the gut. You searched his face, desperate for something—anything—that told you he still wanted to fight for this.

“Do you want to?” you asked.

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he hesitated. Then, in a heartbeat, he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “I don’t know how to let you go,” he confessed. “Even when we’re like this. Even when it hurts.”

Tears burned your eyes as you gripped onto him just as tightly. “Then don’t,” you begged. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Nicholas pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m scared,” he admitted. “That we’re just hurting each other more by holding on.”

You shook your head, lifting a hand to his face, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. “Then let’s stop hurting each other,” you said softly. “Let’s try.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling shakily before nodding. “Okay,” he murmured. “Okay.”

thank you so much anon!! i really appreciate the message. i enjoyed writing this one :)

guys, requests are opeeeeeeeen! please send through any requests 🩷

i'm working on maki and euijoo fics but once they are done i don’t have any requests so send them my way

hi anon! i hope you like this one. i had a very different idea, but ended up starting this one. let me know what you think 🩷

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Nicholas

Who Are You?

Nicholas never knew what people meant with love at first sight. How can you fall in love with someone you don't even know yet? But when he saw you for the first time, he knew. He understood that it feels like when the world stops for a second. He understood that it meant everyone else disappears and you only see this person. He finally knew when he saw you.

You were laughing at something as you threw your head back and clapped. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful while doing something so normal? You were walking next to Heeseung as you two left a practice room together. He has never seen you here before. What would you be doing at the Hybe building? Were you dating Heeseung? And why did that make him feel weird inside?

The second time Nicholas saw you was with Jake this time. You must know Enhypen well, he thought with a scoff. Why did you have to stand so close to him? The two of you giggled at something on his phone before heading off and going into Enhypen's usual practice room. He ended up following you two and peeking through the gap of the door into the room. You were stretching as Jake was busy putting on music. Jake held out his hand to help you stand up. He didn't need to be smiling so much when he held your hand, Nicholas thought.

You moved with precision. Effortless, but every move was planned. You danced with Jake, keeping up with his every move. He think he fell in love again when he saw you dance. He decided right there, he needed to talk to you.

The third time, you were with Heeseung again. Why did he keep seeing you with him? Were you a trainee? How close were you with Heeseung? Maybe he should just go up to him and ask him straight.

Nicholas waited until he saw you greet Heeseung with a hug. He didn't like the way his hands were resting on your lower back. As soon as you disappeared around the corner, Nicholas casually walked in Heeseung's direction.

"Hey man!" Heeseung let out excitedly when he spotted him.

"Hey bro," Nicholas forced a smile and half hugged his friend.

"Do you have practice today?"

"Uh, yeah," Nicholas answered, turning back to look in the direction you left in, "Who was that? Is she a new trainee?"

"Who? Y/N?"

Nicholas nodded, trying his best to not say your name out loud. He was eager to hear how it would sound if he said it. But now he knew your name at least. One step closer.

"Ah, no. She's just a friend. She is actually one of Jake's friends, we all grew close with her," Heeseung smiled.

"Oh, I see," Nicholas answered as if it didn't mean much. Inside he was burning, wanting to wipe the smile off his friend's face. Why did he get so worked up when you were mentioned?

"You guys should come meet her next time. I've got to go though, recording is starting now. See you later!"

hey @lovialy !! 🩷

sorry this is so late! i had this random idea and then got slightly carried away... i hope you enjoy this!

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K

I Don't Tell You Enough

Dating K and not being able to tell anyone about it really sucked. You were friends with Nicholas first and he was the one that introduced you to K. You two hit it off instantly and haven't looked back since. But now, you two couldn't really give it away that you were dating. The boys all knew but you two swore them to secrecy. You were posing as only Nicholas' friend that sometimes came over to spend time with them all.

It used to be better. Initially, it felt kind of dangerous and exciting, keeping it to yourselves. You were sneaking glances with hidden touches and kisses around every corner. That was fun. But watching him get all close and personal with his dance partner right in front of you and not being able to do anything about it? Not so fun.

So here you were, sulking in the corner of the practice room, glad your mask was covering the frown on your face. Why was he smiling like that? You scoffed softly, not wanting to draw too much attention. You decided to look away thinking it will do more damage to continue watching. But, instantly, you made eye contact with Fuma. He knew immediately what was happening, almost like magic. He must have seen your eyes and the daggers you were sending K's way.

"Ignore them. Are you okay?" he mouthed to you.

You shook your head slightly, but before he could respond, their choreographer clapped to signal the start of the practice. Fuma turned to you sending an apologetic smile. You waved at him and sent a thumbs up to show him you're fine. So the practice begun and you kept finding your eyes drawn to your boyfriend, not wanting to miss anything he did. You caught his eyes in the mirror a few times, and he sent you a small smile each time. This carried on throughout.

When they finally finished, K strategically stayed behind, claiming he was searching for something in his bag as an excuse. The members picked up quickly and helped to usher the staff out of the practice room.

As the last person left, K walked over to you slowly, sensing something was off.

"It was nice having you here today," he said tentatively.

"It was. I always like watching you dance," you mumbled, pulling your mask down. You gave him a small smile.

K kept a slow pace as he walked to crouch in front of you. He rested his hands on your knees and scanned your face looking for clues on how you felt.

"There's something you're not telling me," he patted your knee twice.

You narrowed your eyes in response. Why did he have to know you so well.

"It's because I love you," he grinned, reading your mind quite literally.

"How did you know that's what I was thinking?" you giggled, not being able to help yourself.

"I told you. It's because I love you so much," he said lightly while leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, "Now, c'mon, tell me."

You were quiet for a few seconds as K let you gather your thoughts.

"I don't really know. It was weird seeing you like that with someone else. She was way too close to you," you frowned and looked down at his hands. "It wasn't nice not being able to do anything about it I guess."

Now, you know who your boyfriend is. You knew before you started dating how popular he was. Everyone liked him and everyone wanted to be with him. You understood it, I mean look at him. But you never expected it to make you feel like this.

K sighed silently, not wanting to upset you further. His gaze softened, suddenly filled with a wave of deep love for you. He just wanted to make you happy.

"Baby, look at me," he tried first, ducking his head to try and meet your eyes. When you didn’t respond at first, your boyfriend tried again.

"Y/N, I don't think I tell you enough, but I love you. So much."

You decided to give in to his soft voice and looked up slightly to meet his gaze. K took this opportunity and hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up completely. You had a slight pout on your lips as you stared into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way today," he mumbled. His eyes scanned your face as his other hand brushed your hair back from your face. "I'm sorry we can't tell anyone about us."

"You don't need to apologise. I knew what I was getting myself into," you gave him a small smile to show you were joking.

He chuckled lowly and placed both hands on your cheeks. Anyone with eyes could see how much he loved you. His eyes held all the emotions in them. K loved you with every part of his being.

"I love you. And only you," his tone was a bit more serious this time. "I promise you, the moment I can, I will tell the world about us. I want everyone to know who stole my heart."

You could feel the tears prick at your eyes. Not wanting to cry in front of him, you pulled him closer and hid your head in his neck.

"I love you too," your muffled reply came.

ahhh noooo this made me giggle and kick my feet!! thank you so much for letting me know you enjoyed it 🥺 i appreciate it so much 🩷

my second anon! welcome 🌌 anon! i am so happy to have you here 🩷🩷

sorry i took so long to answer your ask. i have started with the fic and will link this post to it once i upload it. i am so excited to write for maki! I was thinking about ideas for him just as you sent this so thank you so much! and it's such a fun idea too lol

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🍒 anon!!!!! i just answered it 😁

i watched the perseids meteor shower this weekend!! also finished an illustrative poster for a competition lol

i went to an observatory where they talked about other stars and constellations, and their mythical stories as well! it was really amazing, I'm so fascinated by both the science and myths of the sky, it brought back a motivation to learn all the constellations again! after the observatory, i went to a calm and out-of-town roadside and the stars were absolutely beautiful 😭✨️ too bad i forgot to charge my camera's battery bc the moment i figured all the settings the battery died... nevertheless it was really calming, I'm glad i managed to go

also, let's just try to find motivation from each other in terms of improving our eating/sleeping habits then hehe

AND YOU DID THE SECOND PART JUSTICE FOR SURE!! seriously i read it a bunch of times already it's so nice 😭✨️ i saw that the second part became the head image thingy for the &team tag btw!! i think for another's tag as well so yay!! it made me happy to see the portion of the fic's header (also bc just like while you finding their soft pics, it makes my heart all warm to see your soft headers)

omggg 🍒 anon!!!

wow i am so sorry i haven't answered your asks yet! work has gotten super busy and i am also busy getting things ready where i need to help with my brother's wedding.

i'm so glad to hear you had such a nice time at the observatory! it really does sound incredible!! and you saw the stars so clearly from the sounds of it. it sounds like an amazing day in total 😁

i also love taking pictures of everything lol so i can imagine how you felt when you saw the camera's battery was dead

how has your eating and sleeping habits been? i've been sleeping better and working on my eating ones. i started exercising a bit more regularly recently so i'm also happy about that. i hope you are healthy and doing well!

and AHHHH i am so happy to hear you enjoyed the second part of the k fic!!!! i felt such a sense of relief when i saw your ask, honestly 😭