chérie

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kim hongjoong 

bittersweet beginnings 

lack of love 

park seonghwa 

embarrassing encounters

wondering why

jeong yunho 

nestling nuisance

magical meeting

secret santa

kitchen klutz

kang yeosang 

lost love

choi san 

breakfast in bed

idyllic insomnia

soundly snuggling

outage opportunity 

song mingi 

lonely longing 

free fall 

an almost

jung wooyoung 

better buried

earnest excuse

choi jongho 

clumsy confession 

sickly sweet 

warm worry

( ~*-*)~ tomorrow x together

choi beomgyu

captivating coffee

dorky dancing 

choi yeonjun 

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pairing: beomgyu x reader 

situation: you have a dance battle with beomgyu

photo: omyeongj on pinterest

Beomgyu watches intently as you click submit and close the tabs on your browser. 

His doe-like eyes receive your smile as a confirmation and light up in excitement. 

"Finally, I have you all to myself!" You couldn't help but laugh at his little celebratory dance. 

He weaves his hands into yours and pulls the both of you back onto the bed. 

"You smell like vanilla!!!!!" He comments loudly and proceeds to bury his nose deeper into your hair. 

"Was this the very important thing you had to do while I was finishing up my final paper?" 

He looks at you sheepishly. 

"No... The very important thing was slow dancing!" 

Before you even get to furrow your eyebrows in confusion or part your lips in surprise, Gyu has you in his arms, bridal-style, and is sprinting to the living room. 

He turns some music on from his phone and tosses it quickly onto the sofa to pull you close by the waist. 

You play along and loop your arms around his neck, right after brushing the hair framing his face out of the way. 

And just like that, Beomgyu is a goner. 

He touches his nose with yours teasingly, eyes never breaking contact.

Finally, you give in. 

“I wouldn’t call this slow dancing,” you say, voice slightly muffled from being pressed against Beomgyu’s chest. “It’s really just hugging.” 

The corner of Beomgyu's lips fall into a pout, but in a split second, they’ve tugged upward again. 

"How about a dance battle?" 

He continues grinning ear to ear. 

Who can say no to a face like that?

So, the battle begins with LO$ER=LO♡ER blasting in the lively air.

The two of you break the living dance room with equally embarrassing moves. 

Eventually, you're both on the floor, trying to catch your breath in the middle of a giggling fit. The breeze from outside the window swept in to make Beomgyu's hair go wild. 

"To be honest," He rolls over to look at you and takes a dramatic breath. "I absolutely crushed you just now." 

Psfttt. 

Guess who just earned himself two jabs in the stomach? 

"I totally won," you countered, and he sides-eye you (lovingly). 

The digital clock on the table goes off, breaking apart your gaze. 

It’s not morning, fortunately. 

It’s the 3 A.M curfew you two have so that any of Gyu’s “great ideas” would wrap up by then and you both won’t have trouble waking up the next day for work. 

Gyu kicks the clock away so the sound stops and the time doesn’t display. “This is why we needed an alarm, Gyu!”

“Okay fine!” He pretends to sulk but skips into the bedroom to pull out two blankets and two pillows. 

He throws a blanket on the ground and setups the rest to make a makeshift bed, even though there is a perfectly good bed for the two of you less than 10 steps away. 

There’s no point in convincing him otherwise. You switch off the lights and slip into his arms. “Night, Gyu.” 

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pairing: yeonjun x reader 

situation: you meet the school's “bad boy” in the mall 

photo: omyeongj on pinterest

Yeonjun is notorious in school as the boy your mom warned you about. Living up to this title, he rides a dangerous-looking motorbike and comes to class with cuts on his face. 

Even though you share many classes with him, you have always made an effort to stay away.

That is, until today. 

You ran into him at the shopping mall — more specifically, at the kiddie’s table in the Lego store.

You were trying to find a gift for your niece’s birthday, and he was completing his castle.

“Yeonjun?” 

He knocked down several pieces when he looked up and saw you from behind his pink bangs. His ears turn the same color as his hair. 

“Hey, Y/N. Of all places, I didn’t think I’d run into you here.” He tries to mask his flustered voice with a sheepish smile. 

“Do you want to, uh, join me?”

It’s only polite to say yes... You thought, pulling the chair out and sitting down in front of him. 

He slid the instruction manual across the small table so both of you could look at it together. In response, you picked up the pieces and started adding them to his castle. 

At first, it was easy to fixate your eyes on the castle. But as time passed, and the two of you moved closer and closer to work on the core part, you couldn’t help but notice Yeonjun’s pretty profile.

Furrowed eyebrows, parted lips, and a focused gaze. It wasn’t difficult to understand why he’s named the hottest guy in school, year after year.

An hour later, the castle is complete. Yeonjun was super proud, whipping out his phone to take pictures and all that. 

You were ready to bid him goodbye and return to searching for your niece’s gift when he shot from his seat and pulled you by the sleeve. 

“Since you helped me with my castle, I’ll return the favor.” 

“Well, I’m gift-shopping for my niece.”

“Then, let’s get your niece the best gift of his life!”

One store, then another. You two only digressed once to eat Bingsu and listen to a song by this group called TXT that he liked. 

Okay, maybe twice.

The second time was when he convinced you to go on the red train that rode through the mall to give people a tour.

His reasoning was that you would know all the stores and wouldn’t accidentally miss one. 

When the two of you finally landed the perfect gift, it was dark out. 

“Do you want to go eat something?” He asked, standing next to you on the escalator. 

“Sure, I’m a bit hungry.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

But deep down, you know the wild feeling in your stomach is something other than hunger. 

Yeonjun flashes you a wide grin.

“All that walking... I’m starving!” 

After dinner, you agreed to let Yeonjun take you home on his motorbike. He was an absolute gentleman, helping you with your helmet and lifting you to climb onto the seat. 

Though he wasn’t that much of a gentleman when he purposefully accidentally sped so you would clasp your arms around his waist. 

When you realized and tried to unravel, Yeonjun pulled them back. “Let’s stay like this.” Voice deep and warm, rattling your ears. 

Cue: internal combustion. 

In the end, he took you home safe and sound, handed you your gift bag, and wished you good night. 

You didn’t know it then. But it was the first of many more mall dates with Yeonjun.

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pairing: beomgyu x reader 

situation: you’re a new regular where beomgyu works

photo: txtsfolder on twitter 

“Welcome!” A cheery voice rings in the air, along with the bell that chimes when you step through the door. As usual, you are greeted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans and Gyu’s wide grin. 

Gyu is the person that makes the coffee at your favorite shop since you have moved to the area earlier this month.

He’s also the prettiest person you’ve ever seen, blessed with eyes that light up and long lashes. 

Gyu’s a natural at making conversations, and he has asked you about everything, including the most random things like do straws have one hole or two??? but never your name.

Instead, he tries to guess it through his foam art on your coffee. So far, he has only gotten one letter. But, if there’s anything you know about Gyu, it’s that he doesn’t give up easily. 

Some days, you come to the shop in the morning, but there are also times when you don’t drop by until the afternoon or late at night.

Yet, Gyu is always there to welcome you. “Y/N! I was worried you wouldn’t come!” You’d be lying if you said you don’t look forward to it. 

Gyu’s a genuine and fun-loving person, and somehow, he always knows what to say and do to make the bad days good and the good ones better. 

He makes you feel appreciated. 

He laughs a lot and never holds it back, and doesn’t hesitate to sing songs on the top of his lungs. In short, a bundle of joy. 

And he inspires you to love your life a bit more. 

So, when Gyu finally guessed your name and proceeded to “ask you something” through the foam art, you couldn’t help but hope that the “something” would be a date. 

Spoiler alert; it is!

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pairing: san x reader 

situation: you meet a cute neighbor (san) 

photo: sanvantes on twitter

You step out the doors, leaving behind a heated room that has succumbed to a power outage. 

Down several flights of stairs, you make it to the ground floor, where a small park rounding the back invites you with its breezes.

You’re pacing between the rows of evergreen plants with the chill air laced in your hair when suddenly, you hear footsteps. 

Whipping around, there is a gorgeous boy with pink hair. You recognize him as one of the eight living in the flat below you. 

And judging by the sweat rolling off the sides of his sharp face, the power outage is not doing him well either.

“I swear I’m not following you!” 

You had to suppress a chuckle, so the rumor is true, he is a cutie. 

“That’s what stalkers say.”

“It was really hot inside because of the power outage...” he fumbles with his words but trails off as soon as he catches your teasing smile. 

The two of you continue to walk, but this time the boy is by your side.

Minutes later, he startles you with an awkward introduction, “I’m San, like the mountain.” 

Mentally, he’s facepalming himself for being so, so slick. 

You, on the other hand, find him absolutely adorable. Now here is someone who matches your dorkiness. 

“I’m Y/N,” you say with a grin, and San breaks into one even wider than yours.

With that, you two make conversation. Small talk, smile, small talk, smile. 

A while longer, he brings up, “I should have taken my phone and earphones like you.” 

Not that he’d rather listen to music than talk to you. He just wants to share earphones with you. 

Please get the hint. Please get the hint. 

San is still chanting silently in his mind when you offer him one side of your earphone.

Yes! 

Just like that, the remainder of the walk was comfortable conversations against a lovely music background. 

In less than an hour, you have grown quite fond of San. So, when some rooms in the apartment building light up to indicate that the outage has been fixed, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. 

The two of you bid the bright moon and blanket of stars goodbye and head back inside. 

On the elevator, San returns one side of the earphone and shuffles nervously. 

Floor 1. Floor 2. “Do you like going on walks?” He asks, heart racing as fast as the elevators shooting through the floors. 

“Yes...”

Floor 3. Floor 4. “Then let’s do this again sometime next week.” 

“I’d like that.” 

Floor 5. Floor 6. “Can I have your phone number? I’ll memorize it now!” 

Floor 7. Floor 8. San arrives at his floor and enters the now-lit apartment with a smile so wide even Hongjoong can see it from behind his laptop. 

That night, San texts you like he said he would, even running it through Jongho and Grammarly twice just to make sure it’s perfect. 

(Bonus)

Obviously, San messes up a number, the text jumbles without him knowing, and he’s all sulky for the whole week. 

She said, “I’ll wait,” when I told her I’d text???

When he finally “meets you by chance” in the elevator, he brings it up, realizes his mistake, and re-saves your number. 

But just in case, he asks you out in person, too. 

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pairing: seonghwa x reader

situation: you run into seonghwa, who once broke your heart

photo: IMTSdotcom on twitter 

The boy in front of you looks nothing like he did when you last saw him at the airport. But you still recognized him at first glance.

Soft smile, tousled hair, and glazed eyes. 

Park Seonghwa. 

Once, your whole world. 

His voice is an octave lower, a bit warmer, but the hint of playfulness is still there. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while.” 

And in just one second, everything you tried so hard to forget comes rushing back. Lingering gazes, subtle touches, intimate talks. Like wild waves drowning you slowly. 

All that lying to yourself down the drain. 

“You’re still the same,” Seonghwa sits down in front of you and starts talking as if he wasn’t the person who shredded your heart and took away a piece so you could never be whole. 

He talked about everything except for what really mattered. 

Why did you leave? Did I mean anything to you at all? 

Picking up the napkin that comes with your drink, you fiddle and fold it into origami—a habit for stress relief. 

For a fleeting moment, you can see Seonghwa’s eyes set on your hands, though you can’t bring yourself to look at him and confirm that he still remembers. You wouldn’t know what to feel if he did. 

Do you deserve to know me like no one else? 

An hour passes, and it ends the same way it started. Without a warning. 

“We should do this again sometime.” Seonghwa gulps down the last bits of his drink and pushes from the table. You draw a deep breath and take one last look at him. 

Turns out, Seonghwa didn’t change at all. 

He still enters and leaves your life whenever and however he wants.

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pairing: mingi x reader

situation: mingi doesn't tell you that he likes you

photo: kgi_mingi on twitter

Everyone knows Mingi likes you, except you. 

It’s evident in the soft smiles and stolen glances and frantic eyes searching for you in the crowd. 

You don’t understand that when he steals your backpack, he’s really taking it to your next class and keeping you from straining your shoulders.

When the bell has rung, and you’re not yet in your seat, he’ll run out of class to pretend to drink water, so the teacher scolds him instead. 

He'll make San switch positions with him in line, so you'll be his partner when the teacher counts off to make pairs. 

And he'll stall behind, pretending to ask the teacher some questions until you've gotten your things and accompany you to your next class. 

Mingi likes you so, so much. But he never says it out loud, and you’re oblivious unless he does. 

So, just like that...

Your story ends as almost lovers.

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pairing: san x reader 

situation: san can't sleep without snuggling you 

photo: ateezfilm on twitter 

“Y/N! You know I can’t sleep without hugging you!” San whines loudly. 

“Hug Shiber-“ 

You don't even make it to the third word when San flails his arms in the air and starts kicking like he was born just yesterday. "No!"'

Immediately after, he closes the distance and puffs hot air at your back while trailing his fingers down your spine to trace lazy patterns. 

Do you think I’m easy to bully? 

You give him the side-eye. 

Looks like someone wants to be kicked off of bed. 

You take the pillow from under your head and smother San with it. His "Ya!" muffles into the cotton, but he's not going down without a fight!  

Latching onto your waist, his hands start tickling mercilessly. Your wriggling, though skillful from experience, can't save you. 

"Okay, you win!" you put your hands up to surrender, and he takes this chance to pull you close. But he's clumsy doing it, and he knocks the scented candle from your bedside table down onto the floor; good thing it wasn't lit. 

San gives you an apologetic smile before burying his hair into the crook of your neck.

"That tickles." You laugh and roll over to rest your forehead against his. 

A soft melody comes from the room upstairs, and the two of you lay still (finally) to listen to it. Ankles locked together, chest heaving in sync. 

When the song ends, he cups your face, presses a soft kiss on the crown of your head, then your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. 

"Goodnight, baby." 

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pairing: hongjoong x reader 

situation: you realize hongjoong doesn't love you anymore, or maybe he never did 

photo: ateez_archives on twitter 

“I didn’t do anything!” Hongjoong lets out an exasperated sigh, and you can hear your heart crash against the bottom of your stomach. 

Taking a step back, you draw a breath and look at Hongjoong. 

All the emotions that have been swinging around you in a whirlwind pull to a halt and disperse as if they have never even been there.

He’s right. He didn’t do anything. 

He didn’t look back once when he left you in the middle of the road to catch a cab home on your own after watching a movie together at the cinema. 

He didn’t think twice when he ordered Soufflés for you on a date, even though you’re allergic to eggs. 

He didn’t bother to correct his friends when they called you by the wrong name the first time you came around. 

It’s true. He didn’t do anything. 

You let out a dry laugh. 

So this is why people say the opposite of love isn't hate, it’s indifference. 

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pairing: mingi x reader 

summary: mingi is helplessly, hopelessly in love with you, his stylist  

photo: ateezfilm on twitter

He’s a model; you're his stylist. You two have a professional relationship. 

Mingi recites this over and over whenever he sees you. But because his brain is so focused on trying to imprint it, his heart takes over the chain of command.

Needless to say, Mingi’s heart is absolute trash at telling his body what to do.

His eyes latch onto your lips when you take a step closer to fix his makeup, his arms hover by your waist when you tip-toe to style his hair, and his brain completely forgets what it was reciting! 

All he can think about is how warm you would feel nuzzled against his neck and how your small hands would fit perfectly inside his.

And those thoughts alone make him combust.

It doesn’t help that you’re always so caring and considerate and pay attention to every little thing he says and does.

On late schedules, you listen to him talk about his day, never aloof or bored. And when he’s down, you let him spill his heart out and dries his tears.

Mingi can be vulnerable around you; you’re his haven.

Sometimes, you laugh at his jokes, and your glinting eyes are so cute that Mingi isn’t even scared about going to Jongho to pick up more.

Oh gosh, someone help this poor boy before he takes a free fall for you.

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pairing: yunho x reader

situation: yunho is a kitchen klutz but on the bright side, he’s a cute klutz

photo: vittor¡ on pinterest

Yunho is probably the last person anyone wants in the kitchen. He doesn’t do much aside from making messes. 

Flour? He’d stand right in front of it and laugh only to blow it all over the floor. 

Pepper? Purposely inhale it just to fall dramatically on the ground, yelling for CPR. 

And, he’ll show you his amazing knife skills then cut himself in the blink of an eye.

Dinner is delayed because you need to bandage his teeny-tiny wound and kiss it better. 

Still, you need to give him credit for making cooking more fun than tedious. 

On top of that, he is always ready to taste things and give candid feedback. His “too salty, too spicy, too sweet!” allowed you to improve greatly. 

That’s his favorite thing to do, just after putting an apron on himself and one on you, never skipping the lovey-dovey draping and tying from behind your back. 

Sometimes, he would stand in front of you and do that string jerking thing to close the gap and press a kiss on the top of your head. And you’d blush in response every time. 

To get Yunho doing more things than just standing there looking pretty, you would bring games into the cooking. Like, I bet you can’t peel onions quicker than me! 

After any meal, it’s Mario Kart; the loser does the dishes. And no, there aren’t any partner privileges. He’ll beat you and be ruthless the entire time. 

In the end, though, he’ll join you at the sink, splattering some water on you before diving into washing.

On days where he’s extra bubbly, expect soap swapped against your cheeks. 

In conclusion, Yunho in the kitchen is a lot to handle, and he’ll need a lot of care.

But honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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pairing: jongho x reader 

situation: you’re sick, so jongho skips class to check on you 

photo: atinytomoonstay on pinterest 

Jongho has been trying not to be bothered by your empty desk for the past 15 minutes, which was when class started. 

Where are you? Are you okay? He’s still in his train of thoughts when the teacher calls him out for being distracted.

Uttering an apology by default, he goes right back to thinking about you. 

Tearing a piece of paper from his notebook, Jongho scribbles hastily, “Is Y/N sick?” Then, he balls it and throws it to your friend sitting across from him. 

“Y/N has a fever.” He reads from the crumpled response, and without a second thought, rises from his seat, “May I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes, but be quick.” 

Out the door, down the corridor, he skips right past the bathroom and heads for the school’s gate. Jongho slinks by the security guard and makes a dash for your house.

Although Jongho doesn’t forget to stop by the pharmacy to get all the possible medication, he's by your door in a flash. 

When you let him in, he’s panting and dripping in sweat. “Jongho don’t tell me you sneaked out of class,” you say, eyeing his rumpled uniform.

Instead of replying, he presses his hand against your forehead to check the temperature. 

Your fever has waned off, but his sudden touch caused you to heat up again.

Poor Jongho thinks you have it really bad. 

He makes you lay down to rest and sits by the bed to rummage through the bag of medicine. Picking out one, he hands it to you with water and doesn’t leave your side until you drink it. 

He tells you to sleep while dampening a towel and folding it to place over your forehead. 

After failing to convince him that you’re feeling better, you think requesting him to sing might send him off.

Yet, to your surprise, he agrees to do it in a split second. Oh my gosh, his voice is amazing??? 

You don’t fall asleep, but still clamp your eyes shut because you can’t look at Jongho without blushing. 

If he doesn’t leave soon, the butterflies going berserk in your stomach might actually wreck it. 

Eventually, you drift to sleep.

Though, not before you felt Jongho tucking your hair behind your ears and muttering in a honeyed voice, “You’ll be the death of me.” 

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pairing: yunho x reader 

situation: even a tiny bed can’t stop Yunho from cuddling you 

photo: emma on pinterest 

“Yunho, there’s not enough space,” you whine as he faceplants into the pillow and pushes you to dangle off the side of the bed. 

“But I want to cuddle!” Yunho whines right back at you, and if he weren’t so cute doing so, you would have smacked him with a plushie. 

His legs, starting from the knees, are levitating in the air, and his shoulders scrunch up weirdly to fit onto the mattress, “You don’t miss me?” He pouts, and you can barely contain your giggles.

“Not really,” you say, but pull his hands to wrap around your waist and bury your face into his chest. “Your heart is beating very fast,” you continue to tease him. 

Yunho boops your head with his and screams sings loudly right into your ears as revenge. In response, you try to drown him out with your own out-of-tune voice. 

Now, both of you are a giggling mess and are about to fall from the bed. It’s not even 15 minutes later when you two actually do. 

Correction, Yunho is the one that topples, but he’s not going down alone! With one swift tug, you’re on the ground with him. 

Yunho extends his arms for you to rest on, and the two of you lay curled into each other. Just the sound of his calm breathing and the fan in the corner. 

Finally, you whisper, “You’re a nuisance,” and you can feel him break into a lofty grin as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m your nuisance.”

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pairing: san x reader

situation: you have insomnia and do not sleep until the sun rises, so san wakes up to fall asleep again with you every day 

photo: ateezfilm on twitter

“I didn’t miss the sun rising, right?”

San’s groggily voice startles you. With messy bed hair and Shiber in one hand, he sits down next to you, cross-legged. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you say, and San smiles, “I want to.” 

He scoots closer and takes your hands in his, caressing them gently.

You listen to the rhythmic intertwining of birds chirping and San’s heartbeat, and as always, it's exceedingly soothing. No Youtube relaxing or calming playlist beats this insomnia cure. 

As the sun is about to rise, San pulls you even closer by the waist and tilts his head to rest it against yours.

The sky, now streaked with golden hues, is bold and brilliant, but nonetheless, comforting. 

Your eyes are finally droopy, basking under the warm sunlight. You nuzzle into San’s neck and drift to sleep.

On cue, San kisses your forehead softly.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

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pairing: wooyoung x reader 

summary: you're terrible at cooking, so wooyoung offers to do it for you

photo: ateez muk wooyoung on youtube 

a/n: please don’t be like Y/N and let strangers into your house at 4 am

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Wooyoung’s yell is even louder than the fire alarm that triggered him. 

“Isn’t this the third time today?” San perks up from his upside-down, head-hanging-from-the-couch position. 

“She might as well just burn up her apartment and move,” Wooyoung scowls. 

“Dude, give her a break. We both saw the stack of cookbooks she had delivered yesterday.” 

“Well, she’s not learning anything from them,” Wooyoung puffs as he puts on the anti-noise headphoned he specifically bought to drown out the sound of your fire alarm setting every few hours. 

On the other side of the wall, you’re wincing at yet another burnt dish.

Everyone tells you practice makes perfect, but the countless meals you’ve ruined this past month says otherwise. 

The only logical thing to do is slump down in a corner and cry.

So, that's what you do. An hour like that passed, then another, and before you know it, it’s 4 am. 

The hunger is back, and it’s stronger than your miserable feeling of failure.

You try to calm your rumbling stomach, but the alarm goes off again, sending you to a frenzied panic and Wooyoung an exasperated rage.

He’s at your door, ready to fight ask why you’re setting your apartment on fire at an ungodly hour.

When you open the door, though, he can’t bring himself to say it. You’re frazzled and obviously hungry, rambling about how red pepper paste stew is quite hard to make. 

Wooyoung sighs in defeat, “How about I cook it for you.” 

(Less than an hour later) 

“I bet this tastes like heaven, and you made it look so easy too!” You’re all heart eyes as he sets the stew in front of you. 

“You can tell me how it tastes whenever we meet again in the elevator,” Wooyoung says as he fiddles with the apron to remove it. 

“Wait, let’s share. Since you made this, it’s only fair that we eat together.”

Wooyoung knows he shouldn't, but your puppy eyes are hard to say no to. 

And it’s the same excuse he uses the second, third, and n-th time he comes over to cook for you. 

It’s such a good excuse that Wooyoung uses it to go to the movies and have coffee dates with you, too. 

Eventually, though, he has to admit that there is another reason why he’s always ready to drop everything and go to you.

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pairing: yeosang x reader 

summary: yeosang loses you after taking you for granted 

photo: ateezfilm on twitter 

Yeosang always knew you had feelings for him. But he played dumb because he couldn't sort out his own.

Ever since you came into his life in third grade, you have made him feel seen and loved.

The way you look at him is why he strived to be better and better each day.

He knew this was something only you could do, but he couldn’t say for sure it was love. Despite turning himself inside out every restless night to make sense of what he felt, he never got an answer.

He wanted you to stick around, but did he want you? 

All he knew was that he could count on you for always being there.

So, it's better to stay the way the two of you are than to misinterpret these feelings as love and lose you forever when it doesn't work out.

His excuse is that you mean so much to him. 

But what Yeosang didn’t know is while he was battling himself over how to keep you...

You were already done being taken for granted.

You were already gone.

Flash forward to 4 years later, at a high school reunion, Yeosang is looking at you and wishing he had known sooner.

If he weren’t only thinking about himself and about having you around, maybe he still would.

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