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Hi cutie !! Can you write a piece of fluff where the reader is Antonâs twin sister but sheâs dating / has a crush on eunseok? Can be a drabble, can be hcs idm!
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â„ â â being antonâs twin sister sucks when you have a crush on one of his best friends. why would he ever notice you, right? except⊠he does.
a/n đ i am soooo sorry for the delay, i've been incredibly busy!! but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)
for as long as eunseok can remember, you have always been his best friend's twin sister. nothing more, nothing less.
and for as long as you can rememberâ
heâs been everything you tried not to like.
it started small.
a stupid crush you brushed off, telling yourself it didnât matter. he was just around a lot. just familiar. just easy to notice.
but then it didnât go away.
it got worse.
it turned into you fixing your posture when he walked in. pretending not to hear your name just so you wouldnât have to meet his eyes too quickly. laughing a second too late because you were too busy watching him first.
you donât know if he notices.
and somehowâthatâs the worst part.
because if he does, then itâs embarrassing.
and if he doesn'tâŠ
then maybe you donât matter enough for him to.
the thing isâ
eunseok does notice.
just not in the way you think.
itâs quiet, careful. he doesnât point it out, doesnât tease, doesnât say a word. he just⊠watches.
he notices the way you hesitate around him, the way your words soften when you talk to him, the way your gaze lingers too long before darting away.
and he shouldnât notice.
he really shouldnât.
because youâre his best friendâs sister.
someone he has spent so long seeing as âjust there.â
and yet⊠there it is.
a pull he canât explain.
a warmth in his chest whenever you laugh at something small, whenever you fidget without realizing it, whenever you look at him like youâre catching him in a thought.
he shouldnât feel this way.
he knows he shouldnât.
itâs complicated.
but still, he canât help it.
he tries to focus on anything elseâhomework, practice, conversations with his friend. but even in the corner of his mind, youâre there.
âyouâre staring.â
your voice cuts through his thoughts, and he blinks, caught.
ââŠam i?â he says quietly, unsure if he should even admit it.
âyes.â
your expression shifts. half exasperated, half amused. and it hits him that heâs caught between wanting to look away and wanting to stare longer.
ââŠokay,â he murmurs, because what else can he say?
he doesnât move.
because even though he knows he probably should, thereâs a part of him that canât.
and part of him wonders⊠if he steps back, will he regret it?
his chest tightens slightly, not uncomfortable. just unfamiliar.
like something is settling into place too late.
âwhen did you get like this?â he asks, softer now.
you blink. âlike what?â
he hesitates.
because he doesnât have the right word for it.
not one that wonât change everything.
âdifferent,â he says instead.
your expression shifts, something more vulnerable slipping through.
ââŠis that a bad thing?â
he shakes his head immediately.
âno.â
and he means it.
youâre nervous, he can see it, and it makes something twist in his chest. a mix of wanting to protect you and wanting to see you, really see you.
he shifts slightly, and your hand brushes against his, lightly, almost accidentally and your fingers twitch. without thinking, they curl around his, holding on before you even realize it.
his thumb moves faintly over your fingers, slow, deliberate, and the motion sends sparks up your arm. he notices me. he really notices me. your chest twists and your breath catches like itâs too much and not enough all at once.
and part of him still worries... about lines crossed, about what his friend would think, about whether itâs right. but for this moment, in this quiet space where only the two of you exist, that worry fades.
because your hand in his feels⊠right.
and maybe, just maybe, he can figure the rest out later.
Can you do wonbin bf!headcanons just like you did with eunseok?
LOVE SO GOOD đâ Ś
FEELS LIKE A THRILLER !
â„ â â how wonbin would be like in a relationship
wonbin x gn!reader âïž wc . 368 đâÛ« áč fluff intimacy established relationship â⥠library
a/n đ thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy this post :)
boyfriend!wonbin who teases in that dry, low energy way. you say something dramatic and he just raises an eyebrow like, âreally?â but thereâs the smallest smile tugging at his lips. heâll poke fun at you, but the second someone else tries? suddenly heâs not amused.
boyfriend!wonbin whoâs surprisingly affectionate in subtle ways. not constant PDA, but his hand will naturally rest at your lower back when you walk. his fingers will hook into your sleeve. when youâre sitting next to each other, his knee presses against yours and just stays there. itâs quiet contact. grounding.
boyfriend!wonbin who acts cool but gets soft when youâre soft with him. if you randomly cup his face or tell him youâre proud of him, heâll blink for a second like he short circuited. then he laughs it off⊠but later that night heâll replay it in his head.
boyfriend!wonbin who protects your peace without making it dramatic. if youâre overwhelmed in a crowd, he subtly moves you to the side, hand firm around yours. if youâre upset, he doesnât force you to talk, he just sits next to you until you do.
boyfriend!wonbin who fixes your hair without thinking about it. if a piece of your hair falls into your face, heâll quietly reach over and tuck it behind your ear. no big comment, just a soft âthere,â like itâs the most normal thing.
boyfriend!wonbin automatically pulls you closer in crowds. his hand finds the small of your back and gently guides you through people. sometimes he just keeps his hand there even after the crowd is gone.
boyfriend!wonbin lets you play with his hands. youâll start tracing the lines on his palm or comparing hand sizes and he just lets you, watching quietly with that small smile because he thinks itâs cute.
boyfriend!wonbin who loves quiet dates. walking together at night, sharing earphones, sitting side by side watching videos on his phone. sometimes heâll rest his chin on your shoulder absentmindedly, just basking in your presence.
boyfriend!wonbin who always walks a little slower so you can keep up. the way he quietly takes your hand so you can walk side by side.
â„ â â sungchanâs constant hovering isnât just habit, itâs a love language!
sungchan x gn!reader âïž wc . 506 đâÛ« áč fluff established relationship â⥠library
jung sungchan has a habit of hovering.
not in an annoying way. more like he just⊠ends up near you.
youâll be standing at the counter doing absolutely nothing important, and suddenly heâs there, leaning against it beside you, hip bumping yours like it was always meant to. on the couch, he starts on the opposite end. somehow, ten minutes later, his shoulder is against yours.
you donât comment on it. neither does he.
youâre scrolling on your phone when he tilts his head, squinting at the screen. âwhatâre you reading?â
ânothing,â you say.
he hums, unconvinced, and stays right there anyway.
a few seconds pass.
âyouâre cold,â he says.
you blink. âi am not.â
he looks at you for a second, then down at your hands tucked into your sleeves. âyou are.â
before you can argue, heâs already tugging his hoodie over his head. âsungchanââ
âhold still,â he says, gentle but firm, guiding it over you like heâs done this before. itâs warm and oversized, sleeves way too long, soft from being worn and washed a hundred times. it smells like clean laundry and him, which feels unfairly comforting.
he steps back to look at you, eyes flicking over the hoodie, then your face.
ââŠbetter?â he asks.
you roll the sleeves over your hands. âyeah. thanks.â
his ears turn pink instantly.
he clears his throat and looks away, pretending the counter is suddenly very interesting. âokay. good.â
later, youâre both on the couch again. sungchan stretches his legs out, accidentally-on-purpose crowding your space. you donât move, so neither does he. instead, he shifts closer until your thighs touch.
âis this okay?â he asks, quiet.
âyeah.â
âokay,â he says, equally quiet, like he needed permission even though he already knew the answer.
his hand hovers near yours for a second, actually hovers, before he finally reaches out, pinky brushing against yours. when you donât pull away, he hooks it gently, like heâs testing the waters.
he relaxes instantly.
âyou comfy?â he asks after a bit.
âmhm.â
he nods, satisfied, thumb starting to trace slow circles against your knuckles without him even noticing heâs doing it. you lean into his shoulder, and he freezes for half a heartbeat before adjusting, arm slipping around you so youâre more supported.
âsorry,â he murmurs. âtell me if iâm tooââ
âyouâre not,â you say.
he hums softly, content.
the room is quiet in that everyday way. the hum of the fridge, something playing on the tv that neither of you are actually watching. sungchan rests his chin lightly on your head, breathing slow and even.
after a while, he squeezes your hand once.
âi like when youâre here,â he says, almost like he didnât mean to say it out loud.
you tilt your head up to look at him. âyeah?â
he shrugs, shy smile tugging at his lips. âyeah.â
you lean back into him. he holds you a little tighter, like that settles something.
jung sungchan stays right there, hovering, holding you like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
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â„ â â a lazy morning together reminds you just how easy and comforting loving seunghan is.
seunghan x gn!reader âïž wc. 580 đâÛ« áč fluff comfort established relationship â⥠library
mornings with seunghan always start slow.
not because either of you are tired, but because he refuses to let go of you long enough for either of you to actually get up.
today is no different; your alarm goes off, you groan, and before you can even reach over to turn it off, he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you firmly back into his chest.
âfive more minutes,â he mumbles into your shoulder, voice thick with sleep.
âyou said that ten minutes ago,â you say, though you donât exactly try very hard to escape.
his grip tightens, warm and solid. âyeah, but i mean it this time.â
you sigh dramatically, reaching behind you to pat his cheek. âyou always mean it.â
âbecause youâre comfy,â he argues, as if thatâs the highest scientific truth.
eventually he loosens his hold just enough for you to roll over and face him. his hair is a messâlike, a work of modern art level disasterâand his eyes are still puffy. he looks unfairly adorable.
he blinks at you. âhi.â
you kiss his nose. âhi.â
seunghan immediately hides his face in your chest. âdonât do that right when i wake up.â
âwhy not?â
âbecause you know it kills me.â
you laugh softly and slip your fingers into his hair, brushing it back the way he likes. he relaxes instantly, melting against you like youâre his personal charge station.
âokay,â you say, âwe actually need to get up.â
he looks up with the most betrayed expression known to man. âwhy would you say something insane like that?â
âbecause you have practice. and i have class.â
he groans loudly, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes like heâs in a tragic drama. âi vote we skip both.â
âwe canât just skip life.â
he peeks at you. âwe could. for, like, a day.â
youâre so tempted itâs ridiculous. but someone in this relationship has to be responsible, and spoiler: itâs usually not him.
âhow about,â you offer, âwe actually get up now, and tonight we make ramen and watch that dumb dating show you pretend to hate?â
âi donât pretend.â
âyou literally screamed at the tv last episode.â
âthey were making horrible choices,â he says defensively.
you raise a brow. âso you love it.â
he scrunches his nose. âi tolerate it because you love it.â
you lean over and kiss him properly this time. slow, gentle, warm, the kind of kiss that says thank you without needing actual words. he kisses back immediately, hand sliding up the curve of your waist, thumb brushing soft circles against your skin.
when you pull away, heâs smiling in that tiny, shy way that still gets you every time.
âfine,â he says quietly. âletâs get up.â
you both eventually drag yourselves out of bed, bumping hips while brushing your teeth, stealing little glances while packing your bags, him tugging on your sleeve every time you walk too far away. he ties his hoodie drawstrings around your finger and laughs when you flick his forehead.
on your way out the door, he pauses and tilts your face toward him.
âhurry home today,â he murmurs.
âwhy?â you tease.
he presses a soft kiss to your jaw. âbecause i like you best when youâre here.â
you pretend to roll your eyes, but he sees the smile youâre trying to hideâand he grins, satisfied, before lacing your fingers together and walking you out like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
â„ â â after a long day, you find comfort in the quiet warmth of taesanâs presence â shared blankets, soft laughter, and the simple peace of just being together.
taesan x gn!reader âïž wc . 481 đâÛ« áč fluff comfort established relationship â⥠library
it had been one of those days. not terrible, just long. the kind of day that left you feeling like your bones were made of static and your brain was still running through a checklist you didnât finish. all you wanted was to stop thinking for a while.
when you finally got home, the lights were already on. there was a familiar pair of shoes by the door, and you didnât even need to guess who they belonged to.
âyouâre late,â taesan called from the couch, voice light and teasing.
you dropped your bag with a thud. âyou broke in again?â
âi used the spare key you gave me,â he said, holding up a half empty bag of chips like evidence. âalso, you said i could come over whenever.â
you let out a soft sigh, though it came out more like a laugh. âi did say that, didnât i?â
âyou did,â he said proudly, patting the space next to him. âand now iâm saving you from being alone with your thoughts. youâre welcome.â
you sank down beside him, kicking your feet up and sinking into the couch cushions. the room smelled like buttered popcorn and whatever clean cologne he always wore. the tv was playing some random sitcom rerun, laugh track and all. but neither of you were paying much attention.
âyou look exhausted,â he said quietly after a beat, eyes soft as they flicked over your face.
âi am exhausted,â you mumbled, slumping sideways. âtoday was⊠a lot.â
he didnât say anything at first, just lifted his arm in silent invitation. âcâmere.â
you hesitated for a second, then gave in, leaning your head against his shoulder. he adjusted easily, tugging the blanket over both of you and settling back until you fit perfectly into the space beside him.
his hoodie was warm against your cheek and you felt your muscles start to unclench one by one.
âyou okay now?â he murmured, voice low.
you nodded against him. âyeah. better now.â
taesan hummed, the sound soft and steady, like background music. âgood. i told you, iâm a certified comfort professional.â
you laughed quietly, the sound half muffled by his shoulder. âis that a real title?â
âyep. just made it up. only one in existence.â
âlucky me, then,â you said, eyes already fluttering shut.
he smiled, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. âyeah,â he whispered. âlucky me, too.â
the room faded into a soft haze, the hum of the tv, the rain beginning to tap against the window, taesanâs heartbeat steady and close.
you didnât mean to fall asleep, but it was impossible not to, not when everything finally felt this quiet, this safe, this right.
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â„ â â how eunseok would be like in a relationship
eunseok x gn!reader âïž wc . 293 đâÛ« áč fluff intimacy established relationship â⥠library
boyfriend!eunseok who insists heâs not that clingy but somehow always ends up with his hand hooked around your wrist, your bag strap, or just barely brushing your pinky while you walk together.
boyfriend!eunseok who takes a million pictures of you when youâre not looking, the kind that arenât posed, the kind that is candid; you laughing, looking out the window, talking to someone. he claims that itâs for memories, but theyâre literally just for him.
boyfriend!eunseok who gives you his jacket without saying anything, just tosses it over your shoulders and keeps walking like itâs no big deal.
boyfriend!eunseok who loves teasing you. gently, affectionately. says things like âyouâre so dramaticâ while literally being just as dramatic.
boyfriend!eunseok who plays with your fingers when heâs tired. not even thinking about it. just traces little circles on your palm until he falls asleep.
boyfriend!eunseok who pretends to be the chill type â except when someone flirts with you, and then heâs suddenly wrapping an arm around your shoulder like itâs instinct.
boyfriend!eunseok whose affection isnât loud. itâs quiet hands, soft glances, a jacket draped over you before you even ask, fixing your shirt for you, and adjusting your necklace.
boyfriend!eunseok who doesnât talk about his feelings much, but when he does, itâs so sincere that it catches you off guard. the kind of âyou know i donât say this often, but iâm really happy when itâs just usâ kind of honesty.
boyfriend!eunseok who always offers to carry your things, but not in an overbearing way. just slips them from your hand when youâre distracted and goes âi got it.â
boyfriend!eunseok who doesnât do grand gestures. he just loves you in small, consistent ways, until it feels like breathing.
it starts raining the moment you step outside, the kind of rain that sounds like static, like the world suddenly turned up the white noise.
you shouldâve expected it. the sky had been sulking all afternoon. but somehow, standing there under the gray, your only thought is that sohee looks unfairly calm for someone about to get drenched.
he stands at the edge of the steps, eyes lifted to the downpour, hoodie half zipped, hair damp at the ends. the fluorescent lights from the building make the raindrops shimmer around him like quiet punctuation marks.
he turns when you approach, one corner of his mouth twitching.
âyou didnât bring one either, huh?â
you shake your head. ânope. i figured the universe would go easy on me.â
he hums softly, the sound almost lost in the patter, and rummages through his bag. out comes a tiny, slightly dented umbrella. the kind clearly meant for one person, maybe one sohee, but definitely not for two.
still, he flicks it open with a soft click and holds it between you. âitâs small,â he says, âbut better than nothing.â
you grin, stepping closer. âso, whatâs the math on this? two people, one umbrellaâŠâ
he tilts his head. âmath?â
âyeah. geometry, physicsâŠ. something like that. thereâs no way both of us stay dry. one of us is doomed.â
sohee laughs, quiet, genuine, the kind that feels like the first warm thing in the cold rain.
âthen weâll just have to prove you wrong.â
you both step out together. the umbrella tilts slightly toward you every few seconds, sohee subtly adjusting his arm to cover more of your side. the rain drips from his sleeve, darkening his hoodie, but he doesnât seem to mind.
âsohee,â you say, nudging his elbow, âyouâre getting soaked.â
âitâs fine,â he answers lightly. âyou fit better under the angle.â
you scoff. âthatâs not how angles work.â
he smiles without looking at you, voice barely audible under the rainfall.
âit works for me.â
the city glows in soft reflections, puddles rippling with light, signs blurring into watercolor. and when your hands brush, just once, warm and unsure, neither of you pull away.
by the time you duck under the overhang of a small cafe, both of you are laughing, breathless and wet and flushed from the cold. sohee shakes the umbrella, then looks at your dripping sleeves. âyouâre soaked,â he murmurs, sounding faintly guilty.
âso are you,â you reply. âguess umbrella math really doesnât work.â
he huffs out a laugh and wordlessly pulls off his hoodie, holding it out.
âhere,â he says. âitâs warm. mostly.â
you hesitate, and he raises an eyebrow. âwhat? iâll be fine.â
so you take it. it smells like rain and something soft⊠faint detergent, maybe, or just him. when you slip it on, it nearly swallows you whole, sleeves hanging over your hands.
sohee glances at you once, quickly, then looks away, fighting a small smile. âit looks better on you.â
inside, the cafe hums with quiet music and the smell of espresso. you sit by the window with two steaming mugs between you, raindrops tracing slow lines down the glass.
outside, the umbrella rests closed and forgotten by the door.
you nudge your cup toward him. âfor the record, i think we solved the math.â
he looks up. âyeah?â
you nod, grinning. âturns out two people under one umbrella equals one person with a really big heart.â
for a moment, he just stares at you, cheeks pink, lips parted. then he laughs softly, shaking his head. âthatâs not in any textbook iâve read.â
âthen itâs an original theory,â you say, taking a sip. âyou can name it after yourself.â
soheeâs eyes soften, that quiet, half-smile kind of look, and he says, almost to himself,
âmaybe i will.â
outside, the rain keeps falling, but for once, neither of you mind.
hiiiiiii i just wanted to say that i really love your fics ur like one of my new favorite writers!! if u take requests, i was gonna ask for something involving myungnyangz and reader fic? idk thereâs quite a LACK of myungnyangz fics with a reader and theyâre both my biases so i think itâd be fun to involve them in a plot!!
of courseeeeeee! i was unsure if you were hoping for a specific type of genre so i just went with the classic love triangle. hope you like it. hereâs the link
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â„ â â you and jaehyun were always close â maybe too close. everyone said you made sense, until someone new came along and made you question what âsenseâ even means. over time, what used to feel certain starts to blur, and youâre left choosing not between two people, but between two versions of yourself.
jaehyun x gn!reader x sungho âïž wc . 3.3k đâÛ« áč fluff angst mutual pining love triangle â⥠library
everyone says you and jaehyun make sense.
you laugh at the same jokes, finish each otherâs sentences, sit close enough that your shoulders touch without thinking. people joke that youâre basically a couple.
you always smile and say, âweâre just friends.â
itâs easier than admitting that sometimes youâre not sure if you believe it yourself.
tonight is no differentâexcept it is.
jaehyun is sitting cross legged on the floor, hair damp from a shower, scrolling through his phone while the glow from the tv washes over him. thereâs a half eaten bag of chips between you, condensation sliding down his forgotten iced americano.
he looks up when you donât answer whatever he just said.
âyou spaced out again,â he teases, nudging your knee with his own. âstill mad i spoiled the ending?â
you blink, caught. âiâm mad you think you were right about it.â
jaehyun leans forward a little, elbows resting on his knees. âthen tell me. enlighten me.â
youâre too aware of how close he is now, how the space between you smells faintly like coffee and the shampoo he always uses after practice. his eyes meet yours and donât flinch away. for a second it feels like youâre both waiting for the same thing youâll never name.
he breaks first, a small smile ghosting over his mouth. âyouâre impossible.â
âyou like that about me,â you manage to say, but your throat feels dry.
âmaybe i do.â
it slips out so casually that you almost convince yourself he didnât mean it. almost.
you look down at the bag of chips between you, fingers brushing his when you reach for it. he doesnât move his hand. you pretend you donât notice, but the heat of his skin hums under yours like static.
the silence stretches, too long, too careful. you can hear his breathing over the hum of the tv.
then the knock comes. two sharp taps against the door. the sound is almost a relief.
jaehyun exhales and sits back, the tension unraveling just enough for him to move. âthatâll be sungho,â he says, getting to his feet. âhe wanted to grab my notes.â
you nod, watching the outline of his shoulders as he walks away. the air still feels warm where he was sitting.
you hear jaehyunâs voice by the door first, low and familiar, then another, lighter, a little hesitant.
sungho.
youâve met him a few times before. heâs always polite in that disarming way, calm but observant, like heâs constantly trying to piece people together without making them uncomfortable.
he laughs at something jaehyun says, the sound easy and warm, and then heâs stepping into the room.
âhey,â he greets, giving you a small smile. âsorry for dropping by this late. i just needed to borrow some notes.â
âitâs fine,â you say, sitting up a little. âwe werenât doing anything important.â
jaehyun glances at you for a second, just long enough for you to feel it. itâs almost imperceptible, the kind of look that says really? but he doesnât comment.
sungho, meanwhile, moves to the table, flipping through a stack of papers. âwow, you actually keep these organized,â he says, half teasing.
âof course i do,â jaehyun replies, brushing past him to grab a pen. âsomeone has to keep track of everything.â
you can feel it again, that faint hum in the air, the leftover tension from before, still hanging between you and jaehyun like static. sungho notices. you can tell by the way his gaze flickers between the two of you, quick but careful.
âyou guys were watching something?â he asks, looking at the tv still playing in the background.
âyeah,â you answer before jaehyun can. âhe ruined the ending.â
sungho laughs under his breath, soft and genuine. âthat sounds like you.â
and somehow that simple line makes jaehyun look at him, really look at him, for the first time. you canât explain it, but something shifts there, quiet and sharp.
sungho gathers the papers, tucking them under his arm. âthanks for this,â he says, then turns to you. âyou coming to the thing tomorrow?â
âdepends whoâs asking,â you tease, half smiling.
he grins, easy and unbothered. âi guess⊠me.â
the words hang in the air longer than they should. jaehyunâs quiet now. you donât have to look to know heâs watching.
â
youâre halfway through curling your hair when the first text comes in.
âyouâre still coming, right?â
itâs jaehyun. of course it is. you can almost hear his voice in it. casual, but a little too careful.
you type back: âyeah. almost ready :)â
youâre not sure why you add a smiley face after. maybe to make it lighter. maybe to pretend things still feel the same.
when you get there, jaehyunâs already waiting outside. hands in pockets, hoodie half-zipped, like he didnât want to look like he was waiting but couldnât help it.
âyou look nice,â he says when you walk up. itâs easy, practiced, but his eyes flicker down to you and stay there a second too long.
âthanks,â you mumble. âyou too.â
he grins. that same grin thatâs gotten you through too many bad days. but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
inside, the room hums with music and chatter. the air feels too warm, lights too soft. you tell yourself to relax. this is supposed to be fun.
and then you see him. sungho. leaning against the far wall, sleeves rolled up, smile tucked into the corner of his mouth as he spots you both.
he waves, easy and unbothered, but his gaze lingers. you feel it even as jaehyunâs hand brushes your arm, steering you toward the snacks like nothingâs changed.
the night stretches in moments, laughter, shared glances, unspoken things.
at some point, you end up sitting beside sungho on the edge of the couch. heâs talking about something mundane, a song heâs been working on, how he messed up a verse. and youâre laughing, maybe too loudly. it feels natural. safe.
when he leans closer to hear you over the noise, his shoulder brushes yours. he doesnât move away, and you donât either.
across the room, jaehyunâs looking. not glaring, not obvious. just watching.
you meet his eyes, and for a second the whole party fades to quiet.
he looks away first.
later, outside, the air is cool and smells like rain. you find him standing by the curb, phone in hand but unread messages lighting the screen.
âyou left without saying anything,â you say.
he shrugs, then glances at you, that same look that always undoes you a little. âyou looked like you were having fun.â
you sigh. âyou couldâve stayed.â
he doesnât answer right away. just looks at you, really looks. and then, softly he says
âmaybe i didnât want to.â
it hangs there, heavy but gentle. you donât ask what he means. you both already know.
a car passes, headlights sweeping over his face, and for a moment, everything feels suspended. your breath, his words, the space between you.
he reaches out then, hesitates, fingers barely brushing your wrist before he lets them fall.
âget home safe, okay?â
you nod, even though you donât want to move. âyou too.â
he smiles. small, a little sad, but real.
and as you walk away, you can still feel where his touch lingered, light as air.
â
the next few days slip by quietly.
messages exchanged, then left on read.
a joke from sungho that makes you laugh, and for a moment, you forget why your chest feels tight.
but sometimes, when you close your eyes, you still see jaehyun standing under the streetlight, hands in pockets, looking like he wanted to say something but didnât.
maybe one day he will.
maybe you will too.
for now, itâs enough that youâre still waiting.
and maybe, somehow, so is he.
itâs almost midnight when you realize youâve been staring at the same line of a text for ten minutes.
jaehyun: âdid you get home okay?â
you type âyeahâ, then stop, delete it, and put your phone down. the glow from the screen paints the room pale blue. you should sleep. you donât.
outside, the city hums, rain dripping from the gutters, a car passing somewhere far off. everything feels too still, too aware.
you keep thinking about the way jaehyun said âmaybe i didnât want toâ.
the words loop, soft but heavy.
a new message blinks.
sungho: âhey, you left your jacket at the couch. iâll keep it for you.â
then, a minute later. âalso, you looked nice tonight.â
itâs harmless. heâs always like that. warm, casual, a little too kind.
you smile anyway, and type back before you can think about it: âthanks. donât forget it.â
the dots appear, disappear, then appear again.
âi wonât.â
you toss your phone aside, burying your face in your pillow, but the quiet wonât settle. somewhere between jaehyunâs words and sungho, your chest starts to ache in a way you canât name.
â
three days pass. you tell yourself itâs normal. you and jaehyun have gone without talking longer before.
still, the silence feels different this time.
like somethingâs waiting just past it.
â
you walk into the library and spot them immediately. jaehyunâs leaning back in his chair, hoodie half zipped, tapping his pen against his notebook. sungho sits across from him, flipping through a pile of flashcards. theyâre mid conversation, laughing about something.
jaehyun looks up first. his smile falters for half a second before he says, âyouâre late.â
âyou started without me,â you answer, trying to sound even.
âwe were being productive,â sungho says, sliding a spare chair out with his foot. his tone is teasing, easy. itâs the kind of thing jaehyun used to say.
you sit between them. close enough to both that your knees could touch either if you moved an inch. it shouldnât feel like choosing sides, but somehow it does.
half an hour in, sungho leans over your shoulder to point at something in your notes. âthis formulaâs off. see?â
his voice is quiet, breath brushing your ear. he doesnât notice. jaehyun does.
âshe knows how to do it,â jaehyun says suddenly, not looking up from his notes.
âjust making sure,â sungho replies easily, straightening up.
you donât say anything. your pen taps against the page once, twice, before you stop yourself.
for a moment, none of you speak. the air feels heavy with everything unsaid. the way jaehyun keeps his head down too long, the way sunghoâs fingers linger a second too close to yours when he passes a pen back.
later, when you pack up, jaehyunâs the one to grab your bag before you can.
âiâll walk you out,â he says, like itâs not a question.
sungho just nods, smiling. âsee you tomorrow.â
outside, the air smells like rain again. jaehyun doesnât say anything for a while, just keeps pace beside you. when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet.
âyou like him?â
you stop. âwhat?â
âsungho.â his eyes donât quite meet yours. âyouâve been smiling a lot lately.â
you should laugh it off. you should. but the way he says it, soft, almost tired, makes it hard to breathe.
âheâs nice,â you manage. âhe listens.â
jaehyun nods once, jaw tightening just barely.
âyeah. i bet he does.â
â
it happens slowly. the kind of slow that sneaks up on you.
you start studying with sungho more, sometimes because jaehyunâs busy, sometimes because you tell yourself you just need the focus.
but then you notice how quiet he is when you talk, how he really listens, how he asks questions like he actually wants to understand. he makes space for you in ways that feel effortless.
one afternoon, he notices your necklace clasp is twisted and reaches over before you can fix it yourself.
âhold still,â he murmurs. his fingers brush the back of your neck, light, almost careful.
the touch lasts less than a second, but itâs enough to send a shiver down your spine.
you tell yourself itâs nothing.
but that night, you think about it longer than you mean to.
jaehyun notices. of course he does.
you catch him looking at you differently now. not angry, not sad. just⊠quiet. like heâs trying to solve a puzzle that used to make sense.
he doesnât tease you anymore. doesnât push or ask questions. he just keeps his distance, and somehow that hurts worse.
â
one evening, you all end up at a late dinner after practice. same table, same laughter, but everything feels off key. sungho sits beside you, shoulder brushing yours whenever he reaches for something. jaehyunâs across the table, watching the reflection of it all in the glass window instead of looking directly at you.
at some point, sungho leans closer and says something just for you, something small, harmless. and you laugh before you can stop yourself.
when you glance up, jaehyunâs eyes are already on you. not cold, just⊠aching. like heâs been waiting for you to look back all night.
the ride home is quiet. sunghoâs the first to get off, flashing you a tired smile before disappearing into the building. you watch him go, and when you turn around, jaehyunâs staring at you again.
âyouâre really close with him now,â he says. no accusation, just observation.
âweâve been studying a lot,â you answer, trying not to sound defensive.
he nods slowly, hands deep in his pockets. âyeah. i can tell.â
the silence that follows feels almost tender. the kind that aches because it used to be filled with laughter.
you want to say something, to fix it, but all that comes out is, âyouâre still my favorite person, you know.â
he smiles, small and strained. âyeah. i used to be sure of that.â
and itâs unfair. because you still care, because you donât know how to stop, because every time youâre with sungho, some part of you still looks for jaehyun in the quiet corners.
â
you donât realize how tangled itâs become until one night, sitting on your bed, you see sunghoâs name light up your phone. and you hesitate. not because you donât want to answer, but because a part of you wonders if jaehyun would care that you did.
itâs raining again. of course it is.
youâre sitting on the couch with the lights low, a blanket draped over your legs and your phone on the table, buzzing quietly. sunghoâs name flashes once, twice. another missed call. youâll text him later. you just⊠canât right now.
you hear the knock before you see him. three soft taps. the kind that say itâs me without needing words.
jaehyun steps inside, hair damp, hoodie clinging to his shoulders.
âyou werenât answering,â he says, not unkindly.
âi wasnât in the mood.â
he nods, kicks off his shoes, stands there like heâs not sure if he should stay. âcan i sit?â
you nod. the couch dips under his weight, close but not close enough.
for a while, the only sound is the rain and the low hum of the tv. itâs almost peaceful. until he says, quietly,
âi miss how easy it used to be.â
you swallow. âyeah. me too.â
he laughs, but itâs small, a little bitter. âyou know whatâs funny? i thought i could handle it. i told myself i didnât care if you and sungho got close.â
his eyes find yours. âi lied.â
you look down, fingers twisting in the blanket. âjaeââ
âno, justââ he exhales, running a hand through his hair. âi need to say this before i lose my nerve. itâs not just jealousy, okay? itâs not even about him. itâs just⊠every time you look at him the way you used to look at me, i feel like iâm watching you walk away. and i donât know how to stop it.â
your throat feels tight. the rain fills the silence he leaves behind.
âitâs not that simple,â you say quietly. âi didnât plan for any of this. sungho was just⊠easy to be around. and youââ you stop, forcing yourself to look at him. âyou make everything feel too real.â
his jaw tenses. âthatâs supposed to be a bad thing?â
âno. itâs justâ it scares me.â
he lets out a breath, leaning back. for a second, you both just sit there, hearts beating too loud in the quiet.
then, softer: âdoes he make you happy?â
you hesitate. âsometimes.â
âand me?â he asks, almost whispering.
you meet his eyes. âalways.â
he smiles then. small, tired, but real. the kind of smile that feels like something ending and beginning all at once.
âthen maybe thatâs enough,â he says. âfor now.â
you donât say anything. you just lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. he doesnât pull away.
outside, the rain softens. inside, the silence finally feels like peace.
â
weeks pass. the world doesnât stop for heartbreak. it just dulls the edges until you forget where it hurt first.
you see sungho often. the rhythm of it is comfortable now. shared playlists, quiet coffees, the kind of laughter that doesnât echo too long. he still offers you his jacket when you forget yours, still waits until your bus comes even when itâs late.
and yet, sometimes, in the middle of a sentence, youâll catch yourself thinking of jaehyun.
his stupid jokes. his half smile. the way he used to know what you were going to say before you said it.
heâs animated when he talks, hands moving as if his stories need space to breathe. every so often, he glances at you mid sentence, like heâs making sure youâre still with him. and somehow, you always are.
thereâs this moment, when he laughs. head tilted, eyes crinkling just a little and the sound hits you in the chest before you can stop it. itâs not loud or showy like jaehyunâs, but soft, low, the kind of laugh that feels like itâs meant for you alone.
you donât notice youâre smiling until he points it out.
âsee? thatâs better,â he says, nudging his cup toward you. âyou looked a little far away for a second.â
âsorry,â you say, shaking your head. âguess i got lost in thought.â
he hums, eyes still on you. âi like it when you do that. itâs like youâre somewhere only you can reach.â
and then, quieter: âi just hope you come back sometimes.â
the words stay with you longer than they should. something about the way he said it â not asking for more, just wanting to be somewhere in the spaces you keep to yourself â makes your chest tighten.
â
later, as youâre walking home, the air feels heavier. the kind that smells like rain even though the skyâs clear. you scroll through your phone without thinking and there it is. jaehyunâs name. an unread message.
âmiss you at movie night. next week?â
you stare at it until the words blur.
your thumb hovers over the keyboard.
for a moment, you imagine it. the easy laughter, the comfort of knowing him better than anyone else. the ache of what couldâve been if youâd chosen differently.
but then you think of sungho. the warmth of his laugh, the steadiness of his voice, the way he looks at you like youâre something worth staying for.
and the choice doesnât feel like loss anymore.
you slip your phone back into your pocket and keep walking. the streetlights glow soft and gold against the pavement, and the world feels like itâs finally letting you breathe again.
you still think of jaehyun sometimes. you probably always will.
but as you turn the corner and see sungho waiting across the street, smiling when he spots you, you realize maybe itâs not about who stayed or who you knew first.
maybe itâs about finding the kind of love that feels like quiet, like coming home to something steady after the storm.
â„ â â since getting with woonhak, youâve grown to expect something chaotic everyday. welp⊠chaos decided to start early todayâŠ
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the thing about mornings with woonhak is that they never go the way you plan.
you wake up thinking itâll be calm. breakfast, music, maybe a walk. but it never is⊠because somehow, every single time, chaos finds him first.
this time, it starts with a crash.
you jolt awake to the sound of something falling in the kitchen.
groaning, you shuffle out of bed. you already knew who the cause of the sound was. you enter the kitchen and there he is, standing frozen in front of the counter with a pan in one hand and flour everywhere.
literally everywhere.
on the counter. on the floor. on his hair.
you blink, not even knowing where to start. ââŠwhat happened?â
he turns around slowly, eyes wide like a guilty puppy caught in the act.
âi was making pancakes.â
you stare at the mess. then at him.
âwere you making them or fighting them?â
he bursts out laughing, and you canât help joining in, because he looks ridiculous, covered in flour and smiling.
âi just wanted to surprise you,â he says, sheepishly brushing his hair back (which only smears more flour across his face).
âyou did,â you say, grabbing a towel to help clean up. âiâm very surprised.â
he grins, taking the towel from you just to flick it playfully in your direction. âhey, donât pretend youâre not impressed. at least i got the batter part right! that counts for something.â
you shake your head, but your heart melts a little when he wraps his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. he smells faintly of vanilla and flour. the hug is warm and soft.
âyouâre laughing,â he murmurs into your shoulder. âso iâm calling it a win.â
âyouâre cleaning this up,â you reply, but your voice comes out way too fond to be threatening.
âfine,â he says, kissing your cheek before pulling away, grinning. âbut only if you sit there and watch me. moral support, you know?â
you sit on the counter while he moves around the kitchen, humming something under his breath. every few seconds, he glances at you, smile never leaving his face. he canât help but feel giddy every time heâs in your presence.
when the second batch of pancakes finally turns out right, he brings you a plate, eyes hopeful.
âwell?â he asks, watching you take a bite. you sit there and pretend to think, tapping your chin. âstill a little burnt.â
he gasps dramatically, clutching his chest as if youâve wounded him. âyou donât appreciate me enough, ynâ
you laugh so hard you nearly choke, and he looks so proud of himself for making you laugh that you give in, taking another bite just to make him happy.
âtheyâre good,â you say, softer this time.
his grin returns instantly. âtold you I could cook.â
âyou still got flour on your nose.â
he leans closer, nose scrunching. âthen wipe it off for me.â
you do.
and somehow, thatâs your morning. laughter, warmth, and the taste of pancakes slightly too sweet but perfect anyway.
because thatâs just how it always is with woonhak. messy, loud, endlessly bright, and full of the kind of joy that makes everything else fade away.