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SYNOPSIS: after a long day, keonho just wants you around, but your maths exam seems to be taking his place. ahn keonho x f!reader
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the only light cast across the floorboards is from the lamp next to the couch, an observation keonho makes as he steps through the doorway.
itâs warm and soft, filling his heart with a dim glow that always emits when he knows heâs in your presence. the clock ticks to a time that seems a little too late for any light to really be on, but as he makes his way to the bedroom, more of it spills out into the hallway.
youâre still up.
âbaby? whatâre you doing up so late, hm?â keonhoâs voice lowers an octave, tender as you appear in his line of sight, a kiss dropped onto your temple. he makes his way to the corner of the room, dropping his bag on the floor unceremoniously before easing himself onto the bed, face buried in the covers.
you glance up from your papers, eyes crinkling, âdidnât hear you come in, keon. missed you today.â a lazy smile stretches across your lips, beautiful even in the presence of exhaustion.
keonho only smiles in response, tracking your figure as you spin back around to face the desk. oh, and your stupid math papers he just canât seem to detach you from for the past week.
heâs tired, sleep making suggestions heâs desperately trying to fend off, in favour of maybe even another minute of your attention. but your headphones are back on, pen scratching against paper, so keonho forces his eyelids open, forces his body towards you.
he plucks an earbud out your ear, only receiving a half-hearted âhm?â as you continue whatever form of maths you were deciding to take on tonight. honestly, heâs a little amazed at your dedication to whateverâs going on, baffled at the sheer ratio of letters to numbers. he was never good at the subject anyways.
âbro. what dâyou want.â your voice cuts through his slightly miffed thoughts, hazy in his fatigue.
âwant you.â you huff out a laugh at that, cheek leaning into his palm as he grazes the skin. keonho moves his hand into your hair, combing through it slowly, reverently.
âplease come to bed? mâtired.â
âyeah, ok. just after i finish this sheet, ok baby?â your response sounds more like a compromise than an answer, keonho thinks, and he grumbles as you take back the earbud sitting idly in his palm. any other night he wouldâve argued, thrown a minuscule tantrum complete with begging if needed. but he knows the exam youâre studying for is important, a midterm you canât afford to fail. so his legs carry him back to bed, grumbling the few steps there.
keonho is slightly (very) peeved at the fact equations seem to be taking his place tonight, and heâs tired. tired, and clingy, and in need of you. the next few minutes are spent in agony only he can feel, mourning the loss of your late night embrace as you focus on maths.
when the clock hits a resounding twelve am, keonhoâs had enough. he drags himself up from the indent heâs made in the bed, ambling towards the desk.
you feel him behind you, feel his hands roam the expanse of your shoulder blades before they settle at your waist, chin hooking over your shoulder. by now, youâve already taken out both earbuds, grin making its way to your face.
âhi baby.â your words are like a salve, soothing over his half-moon eyes as they close.
âhi. can you come to bed now? pretty please with lots of cherries on top?â
âand whipped cream?â
âand whipped cream.â
âand sprinkles?â
âand sprinkles.â
the smile on your face is full now; you bask in the air of keonhoâs presence. a beat passes, and he slowly cracks an eye open, the sight of you involuntarily burning the fire in his chest a little brighter.
âyou can have every topping ever.â the sentence is whispered near your ear, silent, low, just for you. warmth spreads into your heart, surpassing the sternum as you take in his words.
âyeah?â
âyeah. only if you come to bed though.â
you giggle at that, and he does too, peppering kisses onto your face before landing on your lips last. itâs careful, keonho always is when it comes to you. soft as the feelings of today are translated through the action, comforting as his right hand moves to cup the side of your neck, left thumb brushing against your (his) top.
you pause the kiss to murmur something against his lips, âwanna sleep now.â
keonho registers the words faster than you expect, teeth all on display as he finally makes his way back to bed with you in his arms.
heâs a little more awake now, the after effects of your attention, flushed pink from your affection. it quiets down again, the only sound a late night train as it passes through the neighbourhood.
after you make yourself comfortable in bed, he wraps a lazy arm around you, the weight of it soothing as he cards through your hair.
âthat was a lot of effort just for you to take me away from studying.â
âworth it,â he hushes, eyes easing closed at last.
the morning is coming soon, but for now, keonho rests with the fact that youâre in his arms, warm and real.
âbaby, i need you to notice me
see your name on my phone âfore i go to sleepâ
wrote this instead of sleepingâŚagainâŚ
ignoring the four exams i need to study forâŚthat are next weekâŚ
sigh.
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SYNOPSIS: eom seonghyeon just wants to be a we, and you just want to pass mr choiâs chem class. yearner!seonghyeon x f!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: none. i thinkâŚ
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eom seongheon comes to the conclusion that he might possibly need you during mr. choiâs 8:30 am chem class.
rain patters outside as he becomes acquaintances with this predicament heâs found himself in. a dangerous predicament, considering heâs been in your vicinity every thursday night for the past three months to tutor you for this very class.
today is thursday.
youâre two rows in front, and heâs purposefully seated on an angle so he can watch the flick of your wrist as you take notes. his brow furrows alongside yours, relaxes when yours does.
âstop staring. itâs creepy as hell.â keonho is in his ear, and seonghyeon letâs out a sigh so deep he can feel it empty out his chest.
âshut up, keonho. arenât you failing this class?â he retaliates, but not before the blush creeps up his neck at an alarmingly quick pace. the boy next to him only huffs out a laugh before facing the front. you turn around at the sound of it, smiling at seonghyeon, who chokes on his saliva in an attempt to return the gesture.
âsmooth man. real smooth.â keonho laughs even harder next to him.
âshut up.â
the bell rings just as he recovers in time to watch you walk out the doors.
you can feel his eyes track you down, feel his presence only a few steps away. thereâs that question on the tip of your tongue you want to ask, the one about balancing chemical equations, but it fades as seonghyeon falls into step beside you.
âmaths? iâll walk you, yeah?â you answer with a dip of your head, the one that makes seonghyeonâs heart clench with something. content with letting the drumming of rain continue its beat overhead, the both of you let silence blanket the space between your skin.
when you reach the entrance of the maths wing, seonghyeon clears his throat. itâs a little awkward, rings in the hallway louder than the rain does.
âdo you uh, do you want to do todays session at the cafe?â his lips spread into a little smile at the end, hesitant, anticipating your answer like itâs all heâs ever wanted to know.
âyeah, we can do the cafe. walk me there after school?â your answer, better than anything he had concocted in his head while waiting, makes his heart jump, palms sweat in what would have been very unsexy if you had noticed him rub them against the side of his trousers.
âof course.â you walk off with a wave, and seonghyeon pats himself on the back (figuratively and literally; keonho wouldâve laughed at him if he saw) for not stuttering through his sentence. or choking.
he waits for the school bell to ring all day, though it comes slow, and keonho shoots him that knowing smirk when he abruptly stands up at the end of his last class. the rain comes down harder, intent on making this moment a little more difficult. everyoneâs staring, and it makes him turn around slowly to face mrs. han standing in front of the whiteboard, marker still in hand.
âi um, i have somewhere to be soon?â seonghyeonâs tone tails off in a question, and heâs ninety nine percent sure mrs. han takes pity on his current circumstance, given heâs provided with an exasperated nod as everyone packs up around him.
keonho snickers as seonghyeon wrestles himself out of the desk.
he can only muster a half assed âshut upâ before making his way to the entrance of the school, focused more on getting to you than becoming the other boyâs entertainment.
youâre already there, watching the rain flutter down drop by drop. thereâs a worksheet in your hands, a little damp from the weather, wind tracing the strands of hair around your face. seonghyeonâs mouth dries a little when he finally faces you, a habit that he seems to have developed over the past few weeks.
âoh hyeon, finally! i tried doing this question during my study period, andâŚâ blah blah blah. thatâs the only vaguely coherent thought in seonghyeonâs head, because youâve just called him hyeon, and his chest cannot take the amount of adoration his heart is pumping out right now.
âso i tried to move the two to balance chlorine but-â
âdid you just call me hyeon?â
you stop your rant on mr. choiâs inability to teach chemistry properly in favour of looking seonghyeon in the eyes. heâs taller than you remember, head tilting so you can get a good look at him. it makes his fingers tighten unconsciously around the strap of his bag, slung across his shoulder carelessly while anticipating your reply.
âyeah, i guess i did. is that okay, hyeon?â
more than okay, he thinks. way more than okay.
but he only stutters through a broken âyeah, totallyâ before you launch back into chlorine and reaction arrows. the both of you are still under cover, and the downpour makes you frown a little, pout painting your lips.
âforgot an umbrella today, hyeon. might just have to do this session in the library,â
but best believe seongyeonâs already planned todayâs session for the cafe, and no amount of water will ever be able to trickle through eom seonghyeonâs determination to get you in that cafe warm and dry.
âcâmere for a sec,â his voice comes out a little softer, a little lower, notes in his scale reserved only for you. it makes your words forget a beat, instead following his.
âiâve got one. we can share, yeah?â
âyeah,â
your tone softens alongside his, rain pattering softly against the synthetic fabric above your heads. seonghyeon is aware, too aware, of how close you are to him. your arm loops through his unconsciously while you make your way out of the gates, and he realises he would rather you seep all his warmth than have himself stay warm, considering you are the source of the heat blooming at the tips of his fingers.
your words die down as you make your way to the cafe. conversation with seonghyeon never truly was needed, and you enjoyed his silence. the rain splashes occasionally against your legs, and he smiles when he sees you do the same.
the cafe, hidden in a little lane off the main street, serves as your saving grace just as the wind picks up.
seonghyeon opens the door, letting you in first before finding somewhere to place his umbrella. itâs routine now, you think, as he makes his way to the table in the corner. he watches you with a careful eye as you pick up one menu for the two of you to share.
it makes seonghyeonâs head a little woozy, knowing you share one menu between the two of you. the intimacy of it makes his heart ache a little behind his sternum, bruised from its thumping against the bone.
âwanna try something different today. what dâyou think?â your voice, quieter in the placid environment, rings out as you reach the corner.
your things are already meticulously placed around the table; seonghyeonâs been tutoring you long enough to know where you like your papers. he thinks, stupidly maybe, that there is nothing on this earth he wouldnât try as long as it was you coaxing him. pathetic, yet he still glows from the pride of the thought.
he watches your fingers trace each row of letters, watches your mouth as you familiarise yourself with their sound. it throws him off a little, how even your silent articulation is beautiful.
âmaybe the vanilla latte? warm, âcause itâs cold outside and you always catch a cold drinking iced coffee during winter, seonghyeon.â you muse at your observation, and the said boy only hums in response, knowing full well the decision is yours at the end of the day.
and heâs definitely okay with that.
when you finally make your decision (mocha, with an extra shot, and two cookies - chocolate chip for you and peanut butter for him), seonghyeon stands up, guides himself around your chair before heading for the register.
you donât even pretend to complain, heâs been paying since you asked for help on mr. choiâs class work, and there really wasnât enough fight in you for something he seemed, frankly, quite happy to do.
when seonghyeon comes back, balancing your order, he slides down into his seat before placing the coffee in front of you.
âitâs nice, hyeon, this one. we should get it more often.â
âhm? itâs nice?â
heâs organising practice questions as you hold the mug up to his lips, and he watches your expression over the rim as you concentrate on avoiding spillage. the chocolate flavour coats his tongue, sweet, but it might as well have been nothing compared to the swipe of your thumb against the corner of his lips. the shuffle of papers in his hand stops momentarily, but youâre oblivious to the way his entire body has stilled.
it makes his heart clench, because how can you not see, or hear, hell even feel the sheer fervour radiating off him right now?
how can you not make sense of his devotion to you?
youâre sitting right next to him, and the heat from his affection canât be felt by you? you, who hasnât allowed a single thought in his mind to drift from your hair, your smile, your sound, in weeks, maybe even months.
no, all you can feel is the impending disappointment from your parents if you fail another chemistry exam. it drives seonghyeon to the brink of madness, that youâre completing worksheets while he tries to push down the most emotion heâs felt since brent faiyaz came out with that new album.
âhyeon.â
âyeah?â he manages to croak out the word amidst his existential crisis.
âdo you know the equation for the combustion of methane?â youâre still focused on the stupid paper, the one seonghyeon had painstakingly finished last night in order to have answers for you today.
youâre not watching him, no. heâs frozen, watching the furrow of your brow scrunch as you search for the answer. he knows itâs in the folder mr. choi told everyone to revise, and he also knows you havenât revised.
âitâs in the folder.â the cookies are going cold, and seonghyeon thinks his heart will too if you donât look at him sooner or later.
âwhereâd you-â his eyes meet yours as you turn to face him, words dying down your throat in light of his expression.
youâre suddenly hyper aware of the way his knee is pressing against your own, visible even in the ambient lighting of the cafe. heâs staring with an expression youâve never seen before, teetering between desperate and hypnotised.
your motions still, and seonghyeon edges the slightest centimetre closer to you.
âmhm? whereâd i what?â
heâs a little scared, but since the most confident heâs been since this moment was at the skate park last year (which resulted in a broken finger), he canât back down now.
âhyeon?â your voice is hushed now, name structured only for him to hear, familiar in your shared space.
he straightens up a little from where heâs slouched against the chair.
âyeah?â
âwanna know the equation for the combustion of methane, please.â
seonghyeon sure doesnât know that off by heart, but somethingâs combusting inside him and itâs not methane.
âsweetheart, are you blind? or deaf? or an oblivious psychopath.â
âexcuse me?â you blink, alarmed at the suddenness of his seemingly serious questions. ânone of the above?â
âthen why canât you see, or hear, or even feel what i feel for you?â
that makes you pause, because eom seonghyeon has just confessed his love to you in the middle of a cafe after school. the rain hits the window pane behind you, soft and steady, filling the silence left by his admission.
he doesnât look scared, and he doesnât feel scared which might just mean heâs past the point of caring if you reciprocate his feelings, instead preferring that you at least know how he feels for you. but then the silence catches up to his courage, and reality anchors him to the situation at hand.
âwait, no, iâm not calling you stupid, or, well, iâm also not forcing you to say anything, or that you reciprocate my feelings but-â
âhyeon.â he pauses at that, panic clear on his face as he snowballs into his attempts at damage control.
âi like you too, seonghyeon.â
that makes him really pause, and you watch as realisation crosses his face, disbelief in his eyes.
âreally?â
âreally.â
silence falls over your table, and you take another sip of the now lukewarm mocha while analysing what could be seonghyeonâs internal monologue.
heâs rooted in a state of amazement, maybe, so you turn back to study as he processes, smile teasing your lips. it takes him a moment to turn and face his work, which he (realising way too late) was supposed to teach to you.
when his side is pressed against yours again, you fall against the crook of his neck, breathing brushing against his exposed collarbone. his peanut butter cookie is untouched, and you take a bite before setting it down.
âyou okay, hyeon? i still need help on chem, yâknow,â
âyeah. yep. yes. just processing the fact that i actually bagged that.â
âbagged what? you havenât asked me anything yet, baby.â
baby? baby? seonghyeon might as well be methane with how heâs about to combust.
âcan you and me become a we?â you lift your head off his shoulder at his question, eyes intently watching his.
âof course we can, hyeon.â your voice softens again, muffled as you find your way back to his shoulder, and his arm finds its way around you.
âwas scared youâd say no,â he mumbles through his cookie as you brush away stray crumbs from his cheek.
ânope. weâre a we now.â
seongyeon smiles at the thought. we.
âthereâs no more you or me,
me or we, sweetheartâ
did i write this instead of sleeping? yesâŚ
inspired by a tiktok of his gorgeous side profile đ
- ceeceeâs contribution âËŕżâŤâËŕż
SYNOPSIS: keonho canât help but be devoted to you, especially when youâre all he can think about. ahn keonho x f!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: none.
WC: 0.6k
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keonho wakes up before you do, a rare occurrence.
itâs the first time in a while heâs had the pleasure of admiring all the curves and divots of your face in the fragile peace of early winter mornings. the stain of pressure hasnât spilt yet, teetering so he can trace the slant of your nose under his watchful eye. he revels in the soft flutter of your lashes against the gentle pink of your cheeks, traces the outline of your brow with a careful finger.
âwhatâre you doing.â your mumbling snaps him out of his revere, raspy and soft, a touch of annoyance that tails your sentences whenever you think heâs being unreasonable.
âyouâre so pretty,â keonho smiles, propping up an arm only to collapse back into the crook of your neck. âhave i ever told you that?â he asks, breathing evening out against your collarbone.
you huff out a giggle as his arm snakes around your waist, warm and heavy. silence washes over the both of you, settling as the sun rises behind the blinds. his warmth is addictive in the sting of cold, hands soothing as they absentmindedly rub circles into your side.
âdreamt âbout you last night,â he says after a while.
âyeah? was i super duper gorgeous?â you ask into his hair, easy smile spreading over your lips.
âalways are.â
you smile wider at that, and keonho does too, holding you tighter to him. he thinks there is nothing heâd rather dream of, rather think of, than you. you, who occupies every nook and cranny of his whole being, every thought from nightfall to sunrise, even during his slumber.
he can hear mrs. kim outside, opening and closing her door, undoubtedly on the way to her morning stroll around the apartment block. itâs his cue to remove himself from your warmth and begin the day, and you know it too.
âget up, keonho. gotta get ready.â youâre already shifting in his arms, stretching away leftover fatigue from your muscles. his grip only tightens around your waist, hands splaying across your skin.
âno baby, please? five more minutes?â he attempts to negotiate for more of you, and a voice at the back of his head calls himself greedy for wanting more when youâve already carved a permanent spot in his thoughts. he hears you sigh, and immediately pouts, jutting out his bottom lip, brows furrowing as you slowly blink at him.
âyouâre so annoying bro.â
but he can hear through whatever nonchalant facade youâve decided to construct, and celebrates his small victory.
âstill love me though,â and you canât help but feel the glow of his comment in your chest.
âi guess.â
the air stills again, resting around tangled limbs and slow breaths. quietude is broken by car engines that start running outside the window, and keonho lets you leave his arms (albeit with another pout).
âi do really love you yâknow.â he pauses for a second, half-open eyes tracing your figure as you roll up the blinds. âyouâre all i ever really think about.â
the admission only makes you turn around and drop back by his side, burying your face into the mess of hair atop his head.
you place a kiss on his cheek, hover your lips near his.
âyou canât sweet talk me back to bed, idiot.â
âoh come on!â yet he still finds himself following the soft pads of your feet as you make your way to the kitchen, gripping onto the ends of his shirt currently donning your body.
keonho knows youâll both be back under the covers in another twenty minutes, anyway.
âwhen your lips and fingernails are all mine
i promise to take my time giving you devotionâ
i want a keonho #needdat
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