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so, I'd like to share that yesterday i went to my first kpop show and it was Enhypen’s!!!!
I was so excited, nervous, anxious, emotional the whole concert, like pls 😭😭😭😭
I've bought some stuff, like t-shirts and merch
AND I GOT SO HAPPY ON THE MERCH BECAUSE THE LUCKY DRAW WAS RANDOM AND LOOK AT THIS
PLS I GOT SUNOO AT THE LUCKY DRAW 😭😭
I'm slowly becoming a Sunoo utted (pls I'm obsessed with my glorious prince)
AND THERE'S MOREEEEE
I've recorded SO MANY VIDEOS AND STUFF
there isn't words I can describe how lovely they are, they are so so so sweet, and they make sure to ask how we were, to speak some portuguese words for us
it was lovely and clear they love for Brazil, it was also their 100th global concert and this made the whole day extremely special
I am genuinely crying while writing this because it was my first kpop concert and it was a unique experience, I could write for days how kpop has been saving my life since I was 13, I am really thankful for this and specially for them 💗💗
[𑣲] Surprises That Were NOT Supposed to be Found
↳ Jungsu (XDINARY HEROES) x Reader
genre: fluff / friends to lovers / mutual pining
wc: ~2.1k
summary: after accidentally falling asleep while planning Jungsu's birthday surprise, you wake up to discover the worst possible thing—he's seen everything. the decorations, the gift list, the color-coded schedule... and, most embarrassingly, the document titled "Don't Accidentally Confess."
— 🍋: hiiii guys!!! how are you guys doing?? I'M SO SORRY FOR POSTING JUNGSU BIRTHDAY IMAGINE SO LATE 😭😭😭😭 my routine was crazy, had to take care of college stuff, my freebies for enhypen concert and the world cup happening and TODAY WE WON AGAINST JAPAN, WHAT A CRAZY GAMEEEEE OMG
The apartment was unnaturally quiet.
Not because it usually wasn't—but because you had been typing furiously for the last three hours, the constant clicking of your keyboard now replaced by complete silence.
Jungsu frowned as he stepped out of his room.
"...Y/N?"
No answer.
He spotted your shoes by the entrance, your half-empty cup of iced coffee abandoned on the kitchen counter.
"You alive?"
Still nothing.
Following the silence, he found you in the living room.
Curled up on his couch.
Fast asleep.
Your head rested awkwardly against one of the cushions, glasses slightly crooked, one arm dangling toward the floor. The laptop balanced precariously on your lap looked like it was seconds away from crashing onto the hardwood.
He laughed under his breath.
"You worked yourself to sleep..."
Carefully, he crouched in front of you.
His first instinct was simply to close the laptop before the battery died.
Maybe grab you a blanket.
Maybe move your neck before you woke up unable to turn your head.
He reached for the computer.
Then froze.
The screen lit up.
A gigantic document stared back at him.
JUNGSU BIRTHDAY MASTER PLAN
...
He blinked.
"...What?"
His eyes betrayed him before his morals could kick in.
Below the title was an aggressively color-coded checklist.
☑ Buy blue balloons.
☑ Ask Gaon to distract Jungsu next Tuesday.
☐ Pick up cake.
☐ Tell Jooyeon NOT to spoil anything.
☐ Hide presents at—
The line stopped because you apparently hadn't finished typing.
Jungsu's lips slowly parted.
"...They're planning me a party?"
He really shouldn't read.
He knew that.
He genuinely tried to look away.
But then...
Another tab caught his attention.
Gift ideas if he already buys it himself before I can.
"..."
Curiosity won.
He clicked.
A page filled with links opened.
Headphones he'd casually mentioned six months ago.
A hoodie he'd looked at once before saying it was "too expensive."
A limited edition vinyl.
A notebook exactly like the one he'd lost.
Every single thing...
Things he had forgotten saying.
You hadn't.
"..."
His chest tightened.
Then he noticed another folder.
Emergency ideas because he deserves everything.
"..."
Okay.
One peek.
Just one.
Inside were dozens of screenshots.
Texts from his members asking what he wanted.
Photos of restaurants.
Decoration inspiration.
A spreadsheet.
An actual spreadsheet.
Budget.
Timeline.
Who's bringing what.
Backup cake.
BACKUP CAKE?
"...Why is there a backup cake...?"
He almost laughed.
Until another document sat quietly underneath.
Untitled.
He clicked before thinking.
The page opened.
Only one sentence was written.
Don't make it obvious you like him.
His breathing stopped.
Below it...
A list.
Things NOT to do around Jungsu tomorrow.
Don't stare at him.
Don't fix his hair every five minutes.
Don't call him pretty out loud.
Don't cry when he smiles.
DON'T ACCIDENTALLY CONFESS.
DON'T—
"..."
He stared.
Then laughed.
A tiny, helpless laugh.
"...You idiot."
A sleepy groan interrupted him.
"Mmm..."
Your eyes fluttered open.
"...Jungsu?"
He slowly looked up.
"...Hi."
You smiled lazily.
"...When did you wake up?"
"I didn't."
"...Huh?"
"I came looking for you."
"...Oh."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Your gaze slowly drifted downward.
Toward the laptop.
Still open.
Still displaying the gigantic sentence:
DON'T ACCIDENTALLY CONFESS.
...
...
Your soul left your body.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...I'm moving."
Jungsu blinked.
"What?"
"I'm leaving the country."
"You don't have your passport."
"I'll swim."
You lunged for the laptop.
He was faster.
He held it above his head.
"Jungsu."
"No."
"Give it back."
"I don't think I will."
"Jungsu."
His grin kept growing.
"You made a spreadsheet."
"..."
"You made... a backup cake."
"..."
"There are fourteen reminders telling people not to tell me."
"..."
"And—"
"STOP."
He laughed so hard he almost dropped the laptop.
"You color-coded it."
"I KNOW."
"You used different fonts."
"I WAS STRESSED."
"You—"
"I WAS TRYING TO MAKE YOUR BIRTHDAY PERFECT!"
The room fell silent.
Your face immediately fell.
"..."
"..."
"...Great."
You covered your face.
"There it is."
"My dignity."
"Dead."
"I literally wrote 'don't accidentally confess' on a document."
"You did."
"I deserve prison."
"You might."
"I cannot believe this."
You stood.
"I'm going home."
He gently caught your wrist.
"...Stay."
You avoided looking at him.
"You weren't supposed to see any of this."
"I know."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"I know."
"I ruined everything."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"The surprise is gone."
He smiled softly.
"But what it took to make it?"
He looked toward the laptop.
"...That wasn't."
You finally met his eyes.
There wasn't teasing anymore.
Only warmth.
"So..."
He spoke quietly.
"You've liked me that long?"
You laughed weakly.
"...Longer."
"Longer?"
"I've been pretending I didn't."
"...Why?"
"You were my best friend."
"And?"
"What if you didn't feel the same?"
He smiled.
"What if I spent months thinking the exact same thing?"
"..."
"...What?"
He chuckled.
"You remember when you got sick last winter?"
"...Yeah?"
"I slept on my phone because I was waiting in case you texted."
"..."
"When you said some random guy at the café was cute?"
"I lied."
"I know."
"I got jealous anyway."
"..."
"When you hugged me after the concert..."
He looked away, smiling to himself.
"...I almost kissed you."
Your heart stopped.
"You..."
"Mhm."
"..."
"You idiot."
"I know."
"You could've said something."
"So could you."
"..."
"...Fair."
The silence settled comfortably between you.
Not awkward anymore.
Just full.
You glanced at the laptop again.
"So..."
"The party."
He nodded.
"I'll pretend I saw nothing."
You stared.
"...Seriously?"
"I'll act surprised."
"You will?"
"I promise."
"...Even though you know literally everything?"
He smiled.
"I don't."
"What?"
"I still don't know one thing."
"...What's that?"
He stepped closer.
"So..."
"When exactly were you planning on confessing?"
You buried your face in your hands.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"...Unfortunately."
He laughed.
"So?"
"So what?"
"The confession."
You peeked between your fingers.
"...Happy birthday?"
He burst into laughter.
"That wasn't a confession."
"It was all I had."
"You literally made a document called 'Don't Accidentally Confess.'"
"...I know."
"So accidentally confess."
"..."
You took one long, dramatic breath.
"I like you."
He smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at.
"I know."
"I've liked you forever."
"I know."
"I wanted your birthday to be perfect."
He reached over and intertwined his fingers with yours.
"It already is."
"...Because of the party?"
He gently shook his head.
"No."
His thumb brushed against yours.
"Because I finally get to spend my next birthday with the person I wanted all along."
"..."
You sniffled.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"I'm crying."
"I noticed."
"This is your fault."
"It is."
"So now what?"
He leaned down until your foreheads touched.
"Now..."
A smile tugged at his lips.
"...I close the laptop before I accidentally find where you hid my presents."
You gasped dramatically.
"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THERE WERE PRESENTS EITHER!"
"I figured that one out."
"You are the worst birthday boy ever."
"And yet..."
He squeezed your hand.
"...I somehow still ended up with the best birthday gift."
[𑣲] Early Morning Birthday
↳ Sunoo (ENHYPEN) x Reader
genre: fluff / domestic / established relationship
wc: ~1.8k
summary: you wake up before sunrise to prepare the perfect birthday morning for Sunoo. the only problem? your birthday boy is much clingier than expected.
— 🍋: I WOULD LIKE TO WISH AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY TO MY CUTIE PIE, I'VE BOUGHT A PHOTOCARD OF HIM AND ALSO I'VE BOUGHT AN ALBUM AND I'M SO SO SO EXCITED TO THE ARRIVAL.... ALSO SO EXCITED TO THE CORCERT 😭😭😭😭 CANNOT BELIEVE I'M GOING TO SEE THEM IN PERSON AND I'M SO HAPPY 😭😭
The apartment was still dark when you opened your eyes.
For a moment, you simply stared at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the soft sound of Sunoo's breathing beside you.
6:03 AM.
A smile immediately spread across your face.
Birthday boy.
Your gaze drifted toward him.
Sunoo was completely buried beneath the blankets, his soft hair sticking out in every direction, his lips slightly parted as he slept.
Cute.
Dangerously cute.
You almost gave up on your entire plan right then and there.
Almost.
Carefully, you slipped out of bed.
No sudden movements.
No noises.
No waking the birthday prince.
You grabbed your phone, wallet, and car keys before sneaking out of the apartment like a criminal.
The elevator ride down felt like forever.
The moment the doors opened, you practically sprinted toward the supermarket.
An hour later, your arms were suffering.
You had somehow convinced yourself that a birthday breakfast required enough ingredients to feed an entire neighborhood.
Fresh fruit.
Pancake mix.
Eggs.
Bacon.
Orange juice.
Whipped cream.
Chocolate syrup.
Sunoo's favorite snacks.
And because you lacked self-control, a beautiful bouquet of flowers caught your attention.
So naturally—
Into the cart.
Then you saw a cute birthday mug.
Into the cart.
Then a small plushie.
Into the cart.
Then another gift.
Into the cart.
At some point you stopped asking questions.
𖹭
By the time you returned to the apartment, your arms were numb.
You carefully unlocked the front door.
Quiet.
Very quiet.
Perfect.
Sunoo was definitely still asleep.
Slowly, you stepped inside.
One bag.
Then another.
Then the flowers.
Then the gifts.
You gently kicked the door closed.
Silence.
Good.
Mission successful.
You turned around—
And nearly launched the bouquet across the room.
Because sitting on the couch was Sunoo.
Arms crossed.
Blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
Pouting.
Staring directly at you.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What the hell?" you squeaked.
Sunoo narrowed his eyes.
"You abandoned me."
"What?"
"You abandoned me."
"Sunoo."
"You left."
"I went grocery shopping."
"You left."
You blinked.
He blinked back.
Still pouting.
Still wrapped in his blanket.
Still looking like the world's cutest victim.
"You were sleeping."
"I woke up."
"Okay?"
"And you weren't there."
The accusation in his voice made you laugh.
"Oh my God."
"You think this is funny?"
"A little."
His pout deepened.
"I opened my eyes and my girlfriend disappeared."
"You survived."
"Barely."
You laughed harder.
Sunoo stood up from the couch and walked toward you.
The blanket dragged behind him like a royal cape.
"Dramatic."
"You made me suffer on my birthday."
"You've been awake for what? Ten minutes?"
"Longest ten minutes of my life."
You rolled your eyes.
"You're impossible."
"Yet you love me."
Unfortunately for your argument—
He was correct.
The second Sunoo noticed the flowers in your hands, his expression softened.
Immediately.
Like a switch.
His eyes widened.
"...Are those for me?"
You smiled.
"Happy birthday."
The pout vanished.
Gone.
Destroyed.
His entire face lit up.
The kind of smile that always made your chest feel warm.
The kind that made every early morning worth it.
"You got me flowers?"
"Of course I did."
His eyes sparkled.
Actually sparkled.
You handed him the bouquet.
He accepted it carefully, staring at the flowers like they were made of gold.
"They're beautiful."
"They reminded me of you."
His ears turned pink instantly.
"Stop."
"It's true."
"Stop."
"No."
He tried to look annoyed.
Failed immediately.
Then he noticed the gifts.
"...You bought gifts too?"
"Maybe."
"How many?"
"Enough."
"That is not a number."
You laughed.
"Open them later."
Sunoo looked between you and the gift bags.
Then back to you.
Then suddenly—
He wrapped both arms around your waist.
Hard.
The flowers nearly got crushed between you.
"Sunoo!"
"Thank you."
His voice came out quieter this time.
Softer.
More genuine.
The playful whining from earlier disappeared.
Leaving only warmth.
You melted immediately.
"You're welcome."
He buried his face into your shoulder.
"Best birthday already."
"We haven't even had breakfast."
"Don't care."
𖹭
Eventually, you managed to drag him into the kitchen.
The moment you started unpacking groceries, Sunoo immediately attached himself to your side.
Like a magnet.
Every time you moved—
He moved.
Every time you turned—
There he was.
Watching.
Smiling.
Existing.
"You know," you said while pulling ingredients from a bag, "I can make breakfast myself."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's my birthday."
You stared.
He stared back.
Completely serious.
"And?"
"And I want to spend it with you."
Your heart instantly surrendered.
"Fine."
"I win."
"You always do."
"I know."
The kitchen quickly filled with warmth.
Sunoo washed fruit while you prepared pancake batter.
You teased him for eating strawberries before they reached the bowl.
He accused you of stealing chocolate chips.
You accused him of being dramatic.
He accused you of loving him.
The accusation was unfortunately true.
𖹭
At one point, you stood in front of the stove flipping pancakes.
Sunoo had become suspiciously quiet.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
You were just about to turn around—
When two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist.
A soft gasp escaped your lips.
Sunoo pressed himself against your back.
Resting his chin on your shoulder.
Comfortable.
Content.
Exactly where he wanted to be.
"There you are."
You laughed.
"There I am?"
"You keep moving around."
"I'm cooking."
"Rude."
"How is that rude?"
"You should be paying attention to me."
"It's seven in the morning."
"It's my birthday."
"There it is."
"There what is?"
"The real reason."
Sunoo grinned.
Caught.
His arms tightened around your waist.
You could feel his heartbeat through his chest.
Feel the warmth of him behind you.
Feel the way he absentmindedly swayed from side to side.
Like he was too happy to stand still.
You flipped another pancake.
Sunoo pressed a kiss against your cheek.
Then another.
Then another.
"Sunoo."
"Hm?"
"I'm trying to cook."
"You're doing great."
"You're distracting me."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He kissed your cheek again.
You nearly dropped the spatula.
"Happy birthday," you whispered.
His smile softened instantly.
The playful expression disappeared.
Leaving only affection.
Only love.
Only Sunoo.
He rested his cheek against yours.
"Thank you for waking up early."
"It was worth it."
"You didn't have to do all this."
"I wanted to."
The silence that followed felt warm.
Comfortable.
Home.
After a moment, Sunoo gently turned you around.
Now standing face to face.
Still holding you.
Still refusing to let go.
His hair was messy.
His hoodie was oversized.
His eyes looked sleepy.
And somehow he had never looked more beautiful.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of course."
"I think this is my favorite birthday."
Your heart stopped.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Because I woke up and the first thing I thought about was you."
His fingers intertwined with yours.
"And then I missed you."
You laughed.
"You missed me for ten minutes."
"It was a difficult experience."
"There he is."
"My suffering was unimaginable."
You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
Sunoo smiled.
That bright, beautiful smile.
The one that always felt like sunlight.
Then he leaned forward.
Pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.
And another against your nose.
And finally one against your lips.
Slow.
Sweet.
Full of love.
When he pulled away, neither of you could stop smiling.
Even when the smell of something burning suddenly filled the kitchen.
"..."
"..."
"..."
THE PANCAKES!"
You both rushed toward the stove.
Sunoo's laughter echoed throughout the apartment.
And honestly?
It sounded a lot like the perfect way to start his twenty-third birthday.
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[𑣲] You're a Terrible Liar
↳ O.de (XDINARY HEROES) x Reader
genre: friends to lovers / mutual pining / fluff
wc: 3.2k
summary: the plan was SIMPLE: keep Seungmin distracted until his surprise party. the problem? He already knows about it. the bigger problem? He notices every blush, every nervous laugh, and every suspicious glance you send his way. ny the end of the night, a surprise confession and a first kiss turn his birthday into something he'll never forget.
— 🍋: GUYS I'VE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY GLORIOUS KING BIRTHDAY, I'VE GOT SO MUCH HAPPENING RIGHT NOW THAT I AM GENUINELY GETTING DESPERATE, LIKE PLEASE— NO ONE IS PREPARED FOR ADULT LIFE. ANYWAYS, A SPECIAL LATE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS GORGEOUS MAN, I WAS DYING OVER HIS PICS FROM DEAD END, I SWEARRR 😭😭
Seungmin's birthday was supposed to be a surprise.
Supposed to be.
The problem was that his friends were idiots.
Lovable idiots.
But idiots.
Because all it took was one accidentally unlocked group chat notification flashing across his screen while he was borrowing a phone charger.
And suddenly—
"SURPRISE PARTY FOR SEUNGMIN. DON'T TELL HIM."
Well.
There went the surprise.
Seungmin could have told everyone.
Could have laughed.
Could have ruined the whole thing immediately.
Instead?
He chose violence.
Specifically—
Your violence.
Because the moment he found out you were one of the organizers, he became determined to make you suffer.
Which was why he was currently standing in front of your apartment door on a random Thursday evening.
Holding a convenience store bag.
Looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You opened the door.
And nearly died.
"...Seungmin?"
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was nearby."
Liar.
Liar.
LIAR.
Your apartment was nowhere near anything.
"Nearby?"
"Yep."
"You just happened to be nearby."
"Crazy coincidence."
His smile got bigger.
You immediately knew he was up to something.
But he looked so cute standing there.
Black hoodie.
Messy hair.
Tiny smile.
So you stepped aside.
"Come in."
He grinned.
"Thanks."
𖹭
Twenty minutes later.
You were sitting together on the couch.
Watching absolutely nothing.
Because Seungmin kept talking over the movie.
"So."
"Hm?"
He grabbed a chip.
"You're acting weird."
You froze.
Immediately.
Danger.
Danger.
Danger.
"What?"
"Weird."
"I'm not weird."
"You are."
"I'm literally sitting here."
"Suspiciously."
You laughed.
A little too loudly.
Seungmin's eyes narrowed.
Oh no.
"See?"
"What?"
"That."
"What?"
"That laugh."
Your face was getting warm.
Because every time you looked at him lately—
You remembered the scrapbook.
The decorations.
The gift you'd spent three weeks making.
The fact that you were hopelessly in love with him.
And apparently your face reflected all of it.
"Nothing's wrong."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
His grin appeared.
The dangerous one.
The one that always meant trouble.
"You know what?"
"What?"
He suddenly lunged forward.
You screamed.
"SEUNGMIN—"
His fingers found your sides immediately.
"YOU'RE LYING."
"Oh my GOD."
You burst into laughter.
"STOP."
"Nope."
"SEUNGMIN."
"Tell me."
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
More tickling.
You nearly rolled off the couch.
"STOP."
"Tell me."
"NEVER."
"Tell me."
"NO."
"Tell me."
You were laughing so hard tears were forming.
Your lungs hurt.
Your stomach hurt.
Everything hurt.
And Seungmin looked entirely too happy about it.
"Tell me."
You snapped.
"I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU."
Silence.
Immediate silence.
The tickling stopped.
Everything stopped.
Oh.
Oh no.
OH NO.
You hadn't meant—
You absolutely had not meant—
The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
Impossible to take back.
And suddenly you became very interested in the couch cushion.
"..."
"..."
"..."
You risked looking up.
Worst mistake of your life.
Because Seungmin was staring.
Not laughing.
Not teasing.
Not smiling.
Just staring.
The room felt ten degrees warmer.
Your heart was trying to escape through your throat.
"Seungmin?"
His voice came out quieter than expected.
"Are you serious?"
You swallowed.
And nodded.
"Yeah."
The honesty hurt.
But if you'd already embarrassed yourself—
Might as well finish the job.
"Dead serious."
His eyes widened slightly.
Like hearing it spoken out loud made it real.
You expected him to laugh awkwardly.
Expected him to apologize.
Expected him to say he didn't feel the same.
Instead—
He moved closer.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like he was afraid you might disappear.
Your breathing completely stopped.
"Say it again."
You blinked.
"What?"
"You like me?"
Your face burned.
But you nodded.
"Yeah."
The smallest smile appeared.
And for the first time all evening—
Seungmin looked nervous.
Actually nervous.
Which made your heart skip.
Because Seungmin never got nervous.
Not like this.
Not around you.
Until now.
"I've liked you for months."
You stared.
"...What?"
"I've liked you for months."
WHAT.
WHAT???
EXCUSE ME???
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
He laughed softly.
"The same reason you didn't."
Oh.
Fair.
Very fair.
The realization hit both of you at the same time.
Months.
Literal months.
Of mutual pining.
For absolutely nothing.
And suddenly both of you started laughing.
The tension cracked.
The fear disappeared.
Leaving only relief.
And affection.
So much affection.
Seungmin smiled.
Then his eyes dropped briefly to your lips.
And your stomach immediately flipped.
The atmosphere shifted again.
Softer this time.
More intimate.
His hand found yours.
Warm.
Gentle.
"Can I kiss you?"
The question nearly killed you.
You nodded immediately.
"Please."
That was all the permission he needed.
His hand moved to your cheek.
Careful.
Tender.
Like he'd wanted to do this forever.
Maybe he had.
Then he leaned in.
And kissed you.
Soft.
Warm.
Everything you'd imagined.
Everything you'd hoped.
Everything.
When you finally pulled apart—
Neither of you moved very far.
Foreheads touching.
Smiling like idiots.
"Wow."
"Wow."
You both laughed.
And suddenly Seungmin groaned.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"I almost forgot."
You blinked.
"What?"
He started laughing.
The kind of laugh that made his shoulders shake.
"The surprise party."
Your soul left your body.
"...What."
"The surprise party."
"..."
"..."
"...You know?"
"I've known for a week."
A WEEK.
A WHOLE WEEK.
You grabbed a pillow immediately.
"YOU JERK."
He burst into laughter.
"You should've seen your face."
"SEUNGMIN."
"You were so suspicious."
"GET OUT."
"You practically confessed every time I looked at you."
"GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT."
He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch.
And somehow—
Somehow—
The embarrassment didn't matter anymore.
Because tomorrow would be his birthday.
And tomorrow—
You'd finally get to celebrate it together.
As his girlfriend.
𖹭
The next evening, when Seungmin walked into the "surprise" birthday party pretending to be shocked while squeezing your hand under the table, you realized something:
The party wasn't your favorite part.
The cake wasn't.
The decorations weren't.
The gifts weren't.
It was the way he kept looking at you.
Every few minutes.
Every time he laughed.
Every time someone told a story.
Every time he smiled.
Like discovering your feelings had somehow become the best birthday present he'd ever received.
And honestly?
Judging by the way he refused to let go of your hand all night—
I've been bingewatching gunil's insta lives and his soulmate vibes are everything 💌 there's this instant familiarity like i've known him for my whole life. His voice is soothing, and his habit of humming makes my heart warm. I love his dry humor. I could listen to him talk forever. . I think about how his voice would sound if my head was resting on his chest. I love when he sings and plays guitar <3 I bet he gives the best hugs. I love him so much
[𑣲] emergency extraction service
↳ Gunil (XDINARY HEROES) x Reader
genre: best friends to lovers / fluff / comfort / clearly soulmates
wc: ~1,5k
summary: one disastrous blind date, one desperate text, and one very reliable best friend. what could happen if you accidentally tell your best friend that you wished that your blind date were him instead?
— 🍋: pls I absolutely LOVED what this anon sent me :( something I will always remember about Gunil, is that one live where Junhan wasn't looking at a cellphone while the others were bcs they were reading comments and Gunil handed him his phone AND THE FACE GUNIL MADE AFTER THAT PLS I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
Your blind date had officially entered the hall of fame for worst nights of your life.
You sat in the restaurant bathroom staring at your reflection with complete disbelief.
One hour.
One whole hour.
And somehow this man had managed to talk exclusively about cryptocurrency, his ex-girlfriend, and why he believed washing dishes was "a shared spiritual responsibility."
Which apparently translated to:
"I don't do them."
You had texted Gunil twenty minutes ago.
pls save me.
And because he was Gunil—
Because he had always been Gunil—
Your phone buzzed almost immediately.
outside.
You nearly cried.
By the time you rushed out of the restaurant, he was leaning against his car with his hands shoved into his pockets.
The second he saw you, he laughed.
"You look traumatized."
"I am traumatized."
"You survived, though."
"Barely."
He opened the passenger door for you with exaggerated seriousness.
"Come on. Emergency extraction service."
You climbed in dramatically.
"My hero."
Gunil snorted as he started driving.
"So?"
You groaned.
"Oh my God, where do I even start?"
And just like that—
Everything felt normal again.
Safe.
The drive back to your apartment turned into a full retelling.
Gunil laughed so hard at one point he had to grip the steering wheel tighter.
"He asked if astrology was government propaganda?"
"I SWEAR."
"No way."
"I wish I were lying."
His laugh filled the car.
Warm.
Loud.
Familiar.
And God—you hadn't realized how tense you were until now.
"You know what he said when I told him I liked movies?"
Gunil glanced over.
"I'm scared."
"He said cinema peaked in 2012."
Gunil nearly swerved.
"Okay, no. That's criminal."
"THANK YOU!"
𖹭
By the time you got home, you were both still laughing.
The routine came naturally.
Shoes off.
Sweatpants.
Late-night snacks from your kitchen while Gunil made himself comfortable on the couch like he belonged there.
Which—
Honestly—
He kind of did.
You sat beside him with your legs tucked under you, bowl of chips between you while he listened to your continued rant.
"He talked about productivity apps for fifteen minutes."
Gunil looked horrified.
"Fifteen?"
"Timed it."
"You're brave."
"I deserve compensation."
"You deserve therapy."
You threw a pillow at him.
He laughed again.
And for a while, it was just that.
The easy comfort you always had.
His shoulder brushing yours.
His quiet reactions.
The soft look he wore when he listened to you talk.
You kept going.
How forced the conversation felt.
How awkward dinner had been.
How you kept checking the time.
And maybe it was exhaustion.
Or the warmth of the apartment.
Or the way Gunil looked so comfortable sitting beside you.
But the words slipped out before you could stop them.
You laughed softly.
"Honestly…"
You played with the edge of the blanket.
"I kinda wished it was you."
The room went still
Your smile faltered.
You kept talking too fast.
"Like—not weirdly—I just mean—"
Gunil wasn't laughing anymore.
You looked up.
And your heart nearly stopped.
Because he was looking at you.
Really looking.
The kind of stare that made your chest tighten.
His voice came quiet.
"…Were you serious?"
The air disappeared from your lungs.
Heat rushed to your face.
"I—"
Oh God.
You hadn't meant—
You suddenly became very interested in the chips.
"I mean—forget I said that—"
"No."
Your eyes lifted again
His expression had changed.
Still soft.
But nervous too.
And—
Was he blushing?
Your stomach flipped.
He swallowed.
"Don't take it back if you meant it."
Your heartbeat became embarrassingly loud
You looked down.
Then back at him.
"I just…" You laughed nervously. "I don't know."
He waited.
And somehow that made it worse.
You rubbed your hands together.
"I kept thinking how easy it would've been if it were you.
His ears were definitely pink now.
"You would've made me laugh."
His gaze softened
"And I wouldn't have had to pretend to be interested."
The silence between you felt different now.
Fragile.
Heavy.
Your voice got smaller.
"I think maybe… I wished it was you because it would've been a good date."
Gunil stared.
And for a second neither of you moved.
Just looking at each other.
Shy.
Red-faced.
Terrified.
His voice dropped.
"Can I ask something?"
You nodded.
His fingers curled against his knee.
"If it had been me…"
He looked nervous.
Actually nervous.
"Would you have wanted it to be a date?"
Your breath caught.
And God—
You couldn't even look at him properly anymore.
You nodded once.
Small.
Shy.
The confession hung there.
Gunil exhaled.
Then he smiled.
Tiny.
Disbelieving.
Like he couldn't believe this was real either.
His voice turned quiet.
"Can I kiss you?"
Your entire body went warm.
And maybe you should've said something.
But your brain had stopped working.
So you just nodded.
His eyes flickered to your face.
Still careful.
Still giving you time.
Then he leaned in.
Slowly.
The kiss was gentle.
Soft.
And so ridiculously overdue it almost hurt.
His lips brushed yours once—
Tentative.
Then again.
And your chest melted.
You could feel how nervous he was.
How careful.
Like he was holding something precious and fragile.
When he pulled back, both of you just stared.
Wide-eyed.
And then—
You both started laughing
Not because it was funny.
Just—
Because it was too much.
Too sudden.
Too real.
You hid your face in your hands.
"Oh my God—"
Gunil laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck.
His cheeks were bright red.
And for maybe the first time since you'd met him—
He looked completely flustered.
So flustered, in fact, that he glanced away and awkwardly reached for your hand like he needed something to do with himself.
His fingers shyly played with yours.
Turning your hand over.
Tracing your knuckles.
Not confident.
Not smooth.
Just nervous.
Sweet.
Your stomach exploded.
And maybe it was to distract him.
Or maybe because your heart felt too full.
But you squeezed his hand and mumbled teasingly—
"Well…"
He looked over.
Still blushing.
You smiled, just as shy.
"At least I got the date I deserved."
Gunil froze.
Actually froze.
Then his face somehow became even redder.
"You—"
He laughed under his breath.
"You can't say stuff like that right after kissing me."
You grinned.
"You kissed me."
He looked down at your joined hands.
Still holding yours.
Still absentmindedly playing with your fingers.
Then he looked back at you.
Soft.
So soft it nearly hurt.
And quietly—
Almost embarrassed—
He admitted,
"...I think I've been wanting to do that for a while."
Your heart melted.
You leaned closer.
"So."
He blinked.
"Yeah?"
You smiled.
"Still think you're winning against boring date guy?"
I'll be coming back soon, I've started writing a Gunil soulmate oneshot bcs a anon sent a message to me and it was so sweet, that for them, I'll be doing this lovely oneshot!!
also, don't recommend being a college student and stop for almost 2 months because you're were close to abandoning college.
(𓍢ִ໋🀦 AU) ink between sins ➛ Beginning [⛈]
↳ juhoon (CORTIS) x Reader
genre: psychological / slow burn / tragedy / angst
wc: ~1,6k
summary: as class president and vice president, you and juhoon exist in a quiet, inevitable orbit—late nights, shared responsibilities, and a growing tension neither of you dares to name. but the night he walks you home for what feels like any other time… something begins to change.
— 🍋: pls, I saw a edit on ttk of cortis x death note, and that got me obsessed so so bad, Juhoon as Light Yagami (Kira) on that edit made so much sense and lol, Martin as Ryuu also made it hehehe. I'm thinking about it making this a long fic while I think about what am I going to do for the 8th part of "Dinner with the Leaders"... Hope you guys like it!!!
Having a huge crush on someone at school is something quite normal, right?
But the thing about you and Juhoon was that no one ever thought it was simple.
Not your teachers.
Not the students who watched the two of you stand at the front of the class like it was something natural.
Not even the ones who laughed about it—because even they noticed how it always circled back to the same thing.
You and Juhoon were not subtle.
You were precise.
Balanced.
Always just on the edge of something more.
The only ones who insisted on calling it nothing…
were you.
𖹭
"Vice president," he said without looking up, flipping a page with quiet care.
You didn’t lift your gaze from your notes.
"President."
A pause.
"…you missed a line."
You sighed, leaning back in your chair.
"I didn’t miss it. I chose to ignore it."
"That’s not how responsibility works."
"And yet," you replied lightly, finally looking at him, "you’re still relying on me."
That did it.
His pen stilled.
Slowly—
he looked up.
And there it was.
That look.
Not annoyance.
Not quite amusement.
Something sharper.
Something that lingered just a second too long.
"You’re insufferable," he said calmly.
You smiled.
"So I’ve been told."
And still—
neither of you looked away first.
It had become routine.
Staying late.
Empty classrooms.
The quiet hum of a school that had already moved on without you.
You packed your bag slowly.
He was already standing.
Waiting.
He didn’t ask.
He never did.
And you never refused.
𖹭
The walk was familiar.
Streetlights flickering on one by one.
The air cooler than it had been an hour ago.
You talked about ordinary things.
exams
deadlines
plans that sounded important but felt distant
But underneath it—
there was always something else.
Unspoken.
Persistent.
You laughed at something he said—
something dry, almost unnoticeable—
and for a second—
he forgot to hide it.
That softness.
That quiet, rare shift in his expression.
You caught it.
Pretended you didn’t.
𖹭
When you reached your street, your steps slowed.
So did his.
That same pause.
Every time.
"You don’t have to walk me this far," you said softly.
"I know."
Simple.
Certain.
Like the answer had never changed.
You hesitated.
"…goodnight, Jju."
He looked at you then.
Not past you.
Not distracted.
At you.
"Goodnight, Yn-ah."
A beat.
Like he might say something more.
Like he almost wanted to.
But he didn’t.
You turned first.
Walked away.
Didn’t see the way he stayed there a moment longer.
Watching.
Thinking.
𖹭
The streets were quieter on his way back.
Empty.
Still.
Juhoon walked without rush.
Hands in his pockets.
Mind already moving ahead—
always ahead.
Until he stopped.
A park.
Just off the path.
Dimly lit.
Nearly abandoned.
And there on a bench something out of place.
A notebook.
Black.
𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊
Worn just enough to feel used—but not forgotten.
He didn’t move immediately.
Just looked at it.
Assessing.
Deciding whether it mattered.
Then he stepped closer.
Picked it up.
It felt… heavier than it should.
He opened it.
First page.
Rules.
Strange ones.
Impossible ones.
Absurd.
His expression didn’t change.
Didn’t need to.
Because Juhoon didn’t believe in things like this.
But still... he kept reading.
And something shifted.
Not loudly.
Not visibly.
Just quietly.
𖹭
Elsewhere you were already home.
Lights on.
Shoes off.
Your bag slipping from your shoulder onto the floor.
You moved through familiar motions.
Routine.
Safe.
Thinking about:
tomorrow
responsibilities
the way he looked at you for just a second too long
You smiled.
Just a little.
Unaware that somewhere not far away, the boy who had just walked you home was standing under dim light, holding something that would unravel everything.
[𑣲] Love Gilded Inevitable
↳ Jay (ENHYPEN) x Reader
genre: old money romance / friends-to-lovers / arranged date / mutual pining / nonidol!au
wc: ~2k
summary: after years of disguising longing as teasing, your families finally intervene—arranging a “date” that was inevitable from the start. Dressed in legacy and expectation, Jay does what he’s never done before: he stops pretending… and places a centuries-old promise on your finger.
— 🍋: guys, hello!! I would like your opinion on something related to friendship, I will make another post to explain the situation and I would and will appreciate if you guys could give me some advices about it!
BUT MOSTLY IMPORTANT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE TAURUS PERSON, JAY!!!!! April is our month, sooooo in a few days is mine birthday too and I'LL MAKE AN SPECIALLLL UHUUUUUU
The thing about you and Jay was that no one ever mistook you for anything simple.
Not your families.
Not the guests who watched the two of you orbit each other at galas.
Not the staff who had long since learned to pretend they didn’t notice the way your arguments always softened into something quieter… something closer.
You and Jay were not subtle.
You were inevitable.
The only ones who insisted on calling it teasing were you.
𖹭
"Dinner," your mother said lightly, adjusting the cuff of her silk sleeve as if she hadn’t just dropped a life-altering statement. "Tonight."
You didn’t even look up from your book. "I already have dinner plans."
"Yes," she replied smoothly. "With Jay."
That made you pause.
Slowly, you lowered the book.
"...I beg your pardon?"
Across from you, your father folded his newspaper with a soft chuckle. "No need for dramatics."
"Dramatics?" you repeated, incredulous. "You arranged a dinner between me and him."
Your mother smiled, calm and knowing. "We arranged what should have happened years ago."
You stood, pacing once across the polished floor.
"This is ridiculous. Jay is insufferable."
"And yet," your father added, "you’ve never once refused to stand beside him."
That stopped you.
Because it was true.
Every gala. Every charity function. Every suffocatingly elegant evening where expectations pressed in from every side—
Jay was always there.
And somehow, that made it bearable.
You exhaled sharply. "This is not a date."
Your mother’s smile deepened.
"Oh, darling," she said. "It always has been."
𖹭
Jay’s reaction was not much different.
"A date?" he echoed, leaning against the doorway of his father’s study, brows drawn tight. "With her?"
His father didn’t even glance up. "You say that as if you haven’t been waiting for it."
Jay scoffed. "Waiting? We argue every time we’re in the same room."
"Because you’re both insufferable," his father replied calmly. "And identical."
Jay ran a hand through his hair, exhaling.
"This is absurd."
"Is it?" his mother’s voice cut in softly.
He turned.
She stood near the window, a small velvet box in her hands.
His stomach tightened.
"...what’s that?"
She stepped closer, opening it.
The ring inside was unmistakable.
Antique. Refined. Understated in a way that only true old money ever was—no need for excess when history itself carried the weight.
"My grandmother’s," she said. "Then mine."
Jay stared at it.
"And now," she continued, placing it in his palm, "yours to give."
His throat went dry.
"...to her?"
His mother met his eyes.
"To the woman you’ve loved long enough."
Silence settled heavily between them.
Jay swallowed.
"This is a first date."
His father finally looked up, amused. "No, son. This is the first time you’re being honest about it."
𖹭
You took longer getting ready than you cared to admit.
Your wardrobe was filled with elegance, but tonight—
tonight required precision.
You chose something timeless. A structured dress in deep ivory, the fabric rich but understated, the cut impeccable. Long sleeves, a defined waist, the kind of piece that didn’t demand attention—
but commanded it anyway.
Your jewelry was minimal. Intentional.
Everything about you spoke the same language your world had always spoken:
wealth that didn’t need to prove itself.
When you finally stepped out of the car, the estate stood illuminated in soft golden light, quiet and exclusive.
And there he was.
Jay.
Waiting.
For once, he wasn’t leaning lazily or pretending indifference.
He stood straight, composed, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit—classic lines, crisp shirt, no unnecessary embellishments.
Old money, through and through.
But his eyes—
His eyes gave him away.
They softened the moment they landed on you.
And for a second—
he forgot to speak.
You tilted your head slightly. "What? Lost your usual commentary?"
He exhaled, something almost like a quiet laugh slipping out.
"...you look—"
He stopped himself.
Shook his head.
"Never mind."
You raised a brow. "No, go on. I’d love to hear you struggle."
His lips twitched.
"You look exactly like someone I shouldn’t be allowed near."
Your heart stuttered.
"...that’s new."
"Yeah," he murmured, stepping closer. "I’m trying something different tonight."
"Dangerous."
"For me? Always."
He offered his arm.
You hesitated—
only for a moment—
before taking it.
𖹭
Dinner was quieter than usual.
Not awkward.
Just… aware.
Every glance lingered a second longer. Every brush of your hands sent something unspoken flickering between you.
The teasing didn’t disappear.
It changed.
Softened.
Deepened.
Until it wasn’t really teasing anymore.
It was something far more dangerous.
By the time dessert arrived, you could feel it.
That shift.
Jay had gone quiet.
You set your fork down slowly. "...what are you thinking about?"
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he reached into his inner pocket.
Your breath caught.
"Jay…"
He placed the velvet box on the table between you.
And suddenly—
everything sharpened.
"This," you said carefully, "feels excessive. Even for you."
He let out a quiet breath.
"I’m aware."
You didn’t touch it.
Not yet.
"...explain."
His gaze met yours.
And for the first time in all the years you’d known him—
there was no deflection.
No teasing.
Just honesty.
"My parents arranged this dinner," he said slowly, "because they think I’ve been in love with you for years."
Your pulse thundered in your ears.
"And?" you asked, softer now.
"They’re right."
The words settled between you.
Heavy. Unavoidable.
"They’ve been right for a long time," he added.
Your fingers curled slightly against the table.
"Jay…"
"My mother gave me that tonight," he continued, nodding toward the box. "Told me to give it to you."
You finally looked down at it.
"...that’s not just a gift."
"I know."
"It means something."
"I know."
"And you still brought it here?"
His voice dropped.
"I’ve spent years pretending this was less than it is," he said. "I’m done doing that."
Silence stretched.
Then—
"...open it," he said quietly.
You did.
The ring caught the candlelight, soft and brilliant, its elegance undeniable.
Not loud.
Not ostentatious.
But powerful.
Timeless.
Your chest tightened.
"Jay…"
He stood.
You followed, almost instinctively.
The world around you faded into something distant and unimportant as he stepped closer.
Close enough that you could see the tension in his jaw.
Close enough that you could feel his breath.
"I was supposed to wait," he admitted. "Do this properly. Slowly."
A faint, almost self-aware smile touched his lips.
"But I’ve never once been patient when it comes to you."
That was painfully true.
Your voice came out softer than you intended.
"...what are you doing?"
Instead of answering, he reached for your hand.
Warm. Steady.
Certain.
Your breath caught as his fingers slid between yours, lifting your hand just slightly.
His gaze didn’t leave yours.
"I’m choosing you," he said quietly.
Your heart pounded.
"I’ve always chosen you."
And then—
with a care that made your chest ache—
he slipped the ring onto your finger.
It fit.
Perfectly.
Like it had always been meant to be there.
You stared at it, unable to look away.
"...you didn’t even ask."
Jay let out a soft breath, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.
"No," he said. "Because if I asked, I’d give you the chance to say no."
Your lips parted slightly.
"And I don’t think I could pretend that’s an option anymore."
Your gaze lifted to his.
"...you’re unbelievable."
"I’ve been told."
A beat.
"You can still take it off," he added, quieter now. "If this is too much. If I’m—"
You closed your hand around his.
Stopping him.
"Jay."
He went still.
"I’ve been in love with you too," you said softly.
The words landed harder than anything else that night.
His composure cracked.
Just slightly.
"...say that again."
You stepped closer, your free hand smoothing lightly over the lapel of his suit.
"I’m in love with you."
That was all it took.
His hands found your waist instantly, pulling you closer like it was instinct—like it had always been.
"Finally," he murmured, forehead resting against yours.
You huffed a quiet laugh. "You’re one to talk."
"I just put a family heirloom on your finger."
"And skipped the question entirely."
"Details."
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself.
"Unbelievable."
"Yours," he corrected softly.
That—
that did something to you.
Your fingers tightened slightly in his jacket.
"Say that again."
His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.
"You’re mine."
The words weren’t possessive in a way that confined you.
They were certain.
Steady.
Like a promise that had been waiting years to be spoken.
"And you’re—?" he prompted quietly.
You lifted your hand, the ring catching the light between you.
"I think this answers that."
He smiled then.
Not the teasing smirk.
Not the sharp grin.
Something softer.
Something real.
And when he kissed you—
it wasn’t rushed.
Wasn’t hesitant.
It was inevitable.
Just like everything else between you had always been.
Across the room, unnoticed by you both—
your parents watched.
His mother leaned slightly toward yours, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"I told you," she murmured.
Your mother hummed softly. "They were never going to escape it."
Jay’s father chuckled under his breath. "About time they stopped pretending."
And at the center of it all—
you and Jay stood exactly where you had always been meant to be.
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Okay, I wanted to stay quiet but I genuinely can’t stand to see how stupid some people actually are. The past 3 weeks have been hell having to see so much misinformation spread because no one knows how to fact check anything at all. It’s just straight up, I saw this on Twitter from a big account so I’m gonna assume it’s correct and true.
This boycott has grown beyond wanting to stop the boys from overworking and allowing them ample rest. It’s become a breeding ground for hatred towards all seven members whether you’re OT7/6, solo stan, anti-boycott, pro-boycott. I will never understand how it all came down to pitting the boys against each other to fit your own narrative because this is what fits your moral compass, this is what it has been normally for you. Something changed in something you believe shouldn’t have changed and you’re refusing to accept it.
I understand it’s hard to accept, but stop acting like Heeseung got KICKED out of the group. He chose to depart because his artistic vision no longer aligned with what BELIFT wants ENHYPEN to do as a group. These boys all have dreams and goals they want to achieve individually. Unfortunately for us, Heeseung’s dreams and goals are bigger than what being in ENHYPEN could give him. Who are we to say what is right and what is wrong and dictate who goes where and what?
We can support all seven. Those boys will always be ENHYPEN no matter where the world takes them.
Also, can we stop acting like this tour was a surprise. There was a leak in November 2025 of all the KSPO Dome dates, with ENHYPEN having the exact dates of the Blood Saga being on there. They’ve also talked multiple times about preparing for this concert? The way some of you guys refuse to look at the dates and realise everything is actually spread out, they’re not going on tour for 100 consecutive days. Don’t be stupid.
It looks like a lot, I know and before you hit me with the, “what about album and comeback prep, they won’t have rest.” This is how the industry is. Things are prepped and planned years, half a year, months in advance. They don’t do one comeback and then stop and then start again when they feel like it. That’s not how it works.
It really just baffles me how people can pick and choose what they want to believe and what not to believe. Don’t even get me started on the overanalysing of EVERY SINGLE MOVE, EVERY SINGLE WORD. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING. You can’t say, “Heeseung was reading a script” because he was seen looking down for 3 fucking seconds. You can’t assume Jungwon can’t play ENHYPEN music because the staff told him he couldn’t because he didn’t play ENHYPEN when someone asked him on live. Because why? You don’t know anything, you were not there. You are on Twitter or TikTok, looking at videos, making assumptions based on what you visually can see.
I’ve been a KPOP fan since 2009 and I’ve never seen a fandom that wanted to destroy their own group so badly because they think they know what Heeseung wants. It’s support all 7 until the other 6 are doing something they’re excited about and worked hard on with one person missing because you’re hellbent on thinking Heeseung wants back in ENHYPEN. Why? Because this is the narrative that fits how you feel, it fits how you want your reality to be.
Please stop spreading misinformation like everywhere. Especially if you can’t read Korean or even know how to speak or understand Korean. When you’re on a live, don’t trust the auto-translation, more than half of the time, they are incorrect. If you are unsure, wait till the members official fan pages translate it for you. Stop taking things out of context, stop assuming, overanalysing.
That OT7 concert poster going around? That is fanmade. The account that posted it isn’t even a proper touring company page. It’s a concert promotion page. They have confirmed that the poster is fanmade. How I know this? I fact checked.
Saying Ni-ki can’t go to Macau because of Passport issues. WRONG. Because Ni-ki is from Japan and holds a Japanese passport, he is unable to perform in China. This is due to severe diplomatic tensions between both countries. HOWEVER, Macau is not part of Mainland China and therefore, their immigration requirements and rules are different. These restrictions have been lifted recently (for Macau specifically) where NCT Wish, TREASURE and AESPA, all groups whom which have Japanese members have all performed recently. Once again, a Google search and fact checking could’ve helped you gathered this answer.
You’ve also had actual business students, people who work in corporate, people who most likely own businesses too, explaining to you how businesses and corporations actually work and you still choose to believe what you’re doing is right. Because someone with the username heesleftnut on Twitter told you it was the right thing to do.
Please start learning to think for yourself and form opinions based on what you think is right. No one can force you to do anything. But don’t guilt trip others who think and feel differently to you.
“No one is forcing you to go to ENHYPEN’s tour or listen to their music if you don’t like/cannot stomach their current lineup. Stanning any group or idol is optional. Unstan and leave if you don’t like it.
But sticking around and pretending to still be a fan while saying stuff like 7-1=0 is just rude and dismissive. The six remaining members matter too. Being an idol as part of ENHYPEN is their dream and performing for fans is their passion. Don’t ever say that they are 0 just because circumstances are not what you want them to be.
If you aren’t a fan of the 6 remaining members, and you no longer want to stream, watch their content, cheer for them, does it even need to be said that you are no longer an ENGENE?” - @/enhaonly01 (X)
“I think it’s not about accepting, understanding, or moving on everyone will take their own time, and some might never fully move on. It’s about supporting and respecting the decision someone you love made for their own life.” - @/nowbluei (X)
I really hope this puts it into perspective for some of you guys. Because I’ve never seen so many people be so loud and so wrong. You’re doing all of this at the expense of the 6 other members. But it’s support all 7 right? You can’t even support 6 of them right now, what makes me want to believe you could ever shower all 7 with the love and respect they deserve.
[𑣲] He Could Be the One
↳ Martin (CORTIS) x Reader
genre: teen romance / fluff / friends to lovers
wc: ~2,5k
summary: when a simple party turns into Martin’s first real date when his friends secretly set him up with you—and suddenly, everything feels a little too much like a romcom to be a coincidence.
➛ @lyalovess hope u like it!! (twin, also really happy that u joined tumblr)
— 🍋: here's the part 2 of birthday chaos!! REALLY hope you guys like it, been having a martin headache lately. really glad to be fan of an amazing person as he is!!! also, tf Woodz is also coming to my country??? pls wait up everyone, i need money to go to all concerts ✋️✋️ ALSO BEFORE I FORGOT, WE OFFICIALLY ARE 392 FOLLOWERS AND 99 POSTS!!!! UHOOOO LET'S GOOOO 💥💥💥💥
Martin thought confessing would be the hardest part.
He was wrong.
Because now—
Now he had a date.
With you.
An actual, real date.
And somehow that was worse.
"Why do I look like this?" Martin muttered, tugging at the hem of his shirt for the fifth time.
Juhoon didn’t even look up.
"You look good."
"I look like I walked out of a 2004 music video."
Keonho snorted from the bed. "That’s literally the theme."
Martin stared at himself in the mirror again.
Low-rise jeans.
A slightly oversized graphic tee layered over a long sleeve.
A zip-up hoodie he wasn’t sure about.
A chain.
Why did they insist on the chain.
"Whose idea was this?" he demanded.
All three of them pointed at each other.
"Traitors," he said flatly.
Seonghyeon grinned. "Relax. She’s gonna love it."
That didn’t help.
That made it worse.
The party was already loud when they arrived.
Colored lights flashing.
A playlist full of throwback hits blasting through cheap speakers.
People shouting over the music, laughing too loud, dancing like no one cared how they looked.
Martin immediately regretted everything.
"I can’t do this," he said under his breath.
Juhoon grabbed his shoulder. "Yes you can."
"No, I really—"
"Too late."
"Wh—"
And then—
He saw you.
You were laughing.
Actually laughing—head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkled, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him.
And the outfit?
Yeah.
Martin forgot how to breathe.
"…Oh no," he whispered.
Keonho followed his gaze and grinned. "Oh yes."
Because you looked like you belonged in one of those early 2000s teen movies—
The kind where the main couple is obvious from the first scene.
The kind where everything feels a little brighter when they’re together.
And somehow—
Still completely like you.
Effortless.
Dangerous.
Perfect.
"GO," Seonghyeon whispered aggressively, pushing Martin forward.
"I hate all of you," Martin hissed.
"You love us."
"I don’t."
"You will."
He barely took three steps.
Before—
"Well, well," someone said, sliding in front of you.
James.
Of course it was James.
"You look amazing tonight," he told you dramatically, offering his hand. "Care for a dance?"
Martin stopped.
"…I’m going to kill him," he said quietly.
Juhoon held him back. "Nope."
"Move."
"Nope."
"That’s my—"
"Your what?" Keonho raised a brow.
Martin froze.
"…Shut up."
And then it got worse.
Because you laughed.
And took James’ hand.
The music shifted—something loud, upbeat, impossible not to move to.
And suddenly you were dancing.
With him.
Martin stood there, staring like his soul just left his body.
"I hate this," he said.
"This is character development," Juhoon corrected.
"This is psychological torture."
It didn’t stop there.
Because halfway through the song—
Seonghyeon cut in.
"Can I steal her?"
James bowed dramatically. "Be my guest."
Martin made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a whine.
"You guys are evil."
"We’re helping," Keonho said.
"Helping who?? Not me."
You were smiling the whole time.
Laughing.
Spinning between them.
And every now and then—
Looking at him.
Just for a second.
Like you knew exactly what was happening.
Like you were in on it.
"Okay that’s it," Martin said suddenly.
"Oh?" Juhoon smirked.
"I’m done being bullied."
"Good."
Martin took a breath.
Ran a hand through his hair.
And walked straight toward you.
Seonghyeon saw him coming.
Grinned.
And stepped aside on purpose.
"Oh?" you tilted your head, amused. "Finally?"
Martin stopped in front of you, trying—and failing—to act normal.
"Can I—" he started.
Voice cracked.
He cleared his throat.
"Can I have this dance?"
You pretended to think about it.
"Hm… I don’t know."
Martin blinked. "What?"
"You took a while."
"I— they—" he gestured vaguely behind him. "They’re sabotaging me."
"They’re helping you," you corrected, smiling.
"Debatable."
A beat.
Then you softened.
And placed your hand in his.
"Okay," you said. "You can have this one."
His brain short-circuited.
"Just one?" he asked before thinking.
You stepped closer.
"Don’t push your luck."
And then—
You were dancing.
Together.
Finally.
At first, Martin was stiff.
Awkward.
Hyper-aware of everything—his hands, your hands, the distance between you, the music, the fact that his friends were absolutely watching—
"You’re thinking too much," you said softly.
"I’m not—"
"You are."
"I just don’t want to mess this up."
Your expression softened.
"Martin."
He looked at you.
"You already didn’t."
That did something to him.
Something quiet.
Something steady.
He relaxed—just a little.
His hand settling more naturally at your waist.
Your fingers lacing more comfortably with his.
The distance between you?
Gone.
"Better?" you asked.
He nodded.
"Better."
A pause.
Then, quieter—
"You look… really good tonight."
You smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he swallowed. "Like… unfairly good."
You laughed softly. "You don’t look so bad yourself, early 2000s background character."
"That’s messed up."
"You started it."
The song slowed.
Of course it did.
Because the universe had a sense of humor.
You stepped closer.
His hand tightened slightly at your waist.
Your other hand resting against his chest now.
And suddenly—
Everything felt like one of those scenes.
The ones where everything fades out except the two of them.
"Hey," you said softly.
"Yeah?"
"You know this is a date, right?"
He blinked.
"…What?"
You smiled, a little shy now.
"This whole thing? Them inviting me? The party?"
Realization hit him all at once.
He turned his head slowly.
The boys were watching.
Grinning.
Thumbs up.
Menaces.
Martin looked back at you.
Then laughed.
Soft. Disbelieving.
"…I hate them."
"You love them."
"Yeah," he admitted. "I do."
A beat.
Then—
He stepped closer.
Forehead almost brushing yours.
"Do you wanna get out of here?"
Your smile widened.
"Thought you’d never ask."
𖹭
Cold air again.
Quiet streets.
Your hand in his this time—
Not brushing.
Holding.
"Where to?" you asked.
Martin thought for a second.
Then smiled.
"Ice cream."
You laughed. "Classic."
"I’m a simple guy."
"Liar."
And just like that—
You walked away from the noise.
From the party.
From the chaos.
Together.
And behind you—
Three boys watched from the doorway.
"…We’re geniuses," Keonho said.
Juhoon nodded. "Obviously."
Seonghyeon crossed his arms. "He better thank us."
[𑣲] I Take You as My Wedded—
↳ Hyunjin (STRAY KIDS) x Reader
genre: romance / fluff / slight angst / idol!au
wc: ~3.5k
summary: after years of loving each other in secret, hyunjin finally makes it official—but one accidental moment during a livestream exposes their marriage, pulling their quiet love into the spotlight.
➛ @fics-lovebot hope you like it!!! <33
— 🍋: HELP I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED WIHTOUT FINISHING THE FORMATTING HELPPPPPPPPLPLP. anyways... so I WANNA DO A FULL VERSION OF THIS SPECIAL 😭😭😭😭 pls i feel so crazy when i say that Hyunjin screams romance.
The ring never left your finger.
Not when you slept.
Not when you showered.
Not even when you absentmindedly played with it during quiet mornings.
And Hyunjin noticed.
Every single time.
𖹭
Wedding planning was something.
Chaos.
Absolute chaos.
"You cannot be serious," you said, staring at the tablet.
Hyunjin sat across from you, legs crossed, completely calm.
"I like it."
"You picked three venues."
"I couldn’t decide."
"You booked all of them."
He shrugged. "Options."
You dropped your head into your hands.
"This is insane."
A pause.
Then his hand reached across the table, gently pulling yours away from your face.
His thumb brushed over your ring.
Soft. Absentminded. Loving.
"We can cancel two," he said quietly.
You peeked at him. "You swear?"
A small smile.
"...Probably."
You narrowed your eyes.
He laughed.
𖹭
The members made everything worse.
—or better.
Depending on who you asked.
"Do NOT let Hyunjin pick the flowers," Seungmin said flatly.
"Why?" you asked.
"He’ll make it look like a royal funeral," Minho added.
"I have taste," Hyunjin argued.
"You have drama," Jisung corrected.
Felix leaned toward you, whispering, "He cried looking at peonies yesterday."
"I did not—"
"You did," Jeongin grinned.
Chan just smiled softly from the corner.
"He’s just happy."
Hyunjin went quiet for a second.
Then glanced at you.
And yeah—
He was.
𖹭
Dress shopping was supposed to be simple.
It wasn’t.
You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric slightly.
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
"Well?" you asked softly.
No answer.
You turned—
And froze.
Hyunjin stood there.
Completely still.
Eyes wide.
Like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
"Say something," you laughed nervously.
He didn’t.
He just walked closer.
Slow. Careful.
Like you might disappear.
His hand lifted—
hesitated—
then gently touched the fabric at your waist.
"...This is it," he whispered.
Your heart skipped.
"You’re sure?"
He looked at you like the answer was obvious.
"I’ve never been more sure about anything."
𖹭
The wedding day arrived too fast.
Too real.
Too everything.
Hyunjin stood at the front—
Hands clasped.
Shoulders tense.
"Hyung, breathe," Felix whispered.
"I am breathing."
"You look like you’re about to faint," Jisung added.
"I’m not going to faint."
Minho leaned in.
"If you faint, I’m filming it."
"Don’t you dare—"
The music started.
Everything stopped.
You walked in.
And the world went quiet.
No noise.
No people.
No pressure.
Just—
Him.
Waiting.
His eyes softened instantly.
That same look.
The one from the first time he saw you in the dress.
Like nothing else existed.
Like nothing else ever would.
𖹭
The ceremony as beautiful, able to make the coldest person cry.
Extremely romantic, specially when the moment had finally arrived.
"I do," he said softly looking into your eyes.
Without hesitation.
Without doubt.
Like he’d been waiting his whole life to say it.
You smiled through tears.
"I do."
The kiss was soft.
Not rushed.
Not overwhelming.
Just certain.
Like everything that led to that moment had been worth it.
𖹭
After that everything should’ve been calm.
Private.
Quiet.
It wasn’t.
Life always has a funny way to show it.
And it happened on a random night.
Hyunjin was live on Instagram.
Hair messy.
Hoodie on.
Relaxed.
"Hi, stays" he smiled softly at the camera.
Comments flooded instantly.
"Have you eaten?"
"What did you do today?"
"Show us your room!"
He laughed lightly.
"You’re all so nosy."
He started talking about some moments of his year until that night.
Everything normal.
When he decided turn the tablet to his cellphone screen to show some of the moments.
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[𑣲] Mr & Mrs. Hwang
↳ Hwang Hyunjin (STRAY KIDS) x Reader
genre: fluff / established relationship / proposal / secret dating / idol x non celebrity
wc: ~2,3k
summary: after a long, exhausting birthday spent in the spotlight, hyunjin finds his way to you—the one place he can finally breathe. what starts as a quiet night turns into something much bigger.
— 🍋: I WISH I COULD'VE MAKER MORE ROMANRIC THEN THIS AAAAAAAAH seriously. 😭😭😭😭 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FERRET JINNIE!! (Hyunjin is so romantic in my vision, like, I cannot explain in other words if it's not breathtaking, majestic, angelic)
Hyunjin’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing all day.
He thought the day would be calm.
Like maybe he’d finally figured things out.
Like the pressure would ease, just a little.
Instead, his day had been filled with noise.
Cameras.
Voices.
Laughter that didn’t quite reach his chest.
"Hyunjin! Over here!"
"Make a wish!"
"Don’t act shy now!"
He smiled when he had to.
Laughed when expected.
Played his role perfectly.
But in every quiet second—
His hand drifted to his phone.
Your chat.
Always your chat.
"did you eat?"
"I love you so so much 💗"
"don’t forget to rest today"
"happy birthday again, jinnie 🤍"
His thumb hovered over the screen.
A small, tired smile appeared.
Real.
"Who are you texting?" Changbin nudged him.
Hyunjin locked his phone immediately. "No one."
"Liar," Jisung muttered.
Felix leaned over his shoulder. "Is it her?"
Hyunjin shot him a look, but his ears were already turning red.
Minho smirked. "He’s been smiling at his phone all day."
Seungmin didn’t even glance up. "Embarrassing."
Jeongin grinned. "Hyung is in love."
"Yah," Hyunjin groaned, rubbing his face. "Stop."
Chan just laughed softly. "Let him be. It’s his birthday."
Changbin crossed his arms. "Shouldn’t you be with your girl right now?"
A pause.
Just a small one.
"I’ll see her later," Hyunjin said.
"Later?" Felix repeated. "That’s serious."
"Four years isn’t casual," Minho added.
Hyunjin didn’t answer.
He just unlocked his phone again.
Typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
"i’ll come see you later."
Sent.
A quiet breath left him.
Because all day—
Between schedules, between people, between being him—
He was thinking about you.
About your apartment.
About the quiet.
About how he could finally breathe there.
And—
About the small box sitting in his bag.
𖹭
By the time everything ended, Hyunjin was exhausted.
Makeup slightly worn.
Hair falling out of place.
Energy completely drained.
"Finally," Seungmin muttered. "I’m going to sleep."
"Same," Jisung added, already leaving.
Felix flopped onto the couch. "Stay, let’s watch something—"
"I’m going out," Hyunjin said.
Everyone paused.
Chan raised a brow. "Now?"
Hyunjin grabbed his jacket. "Yeah."
Minho smirked. "Of course you are."
Changbin pointed at him. "Don’t do anything stupid."
Seungmin scoffed. "That doesn’t narrow it down."
Jeongin grinned. "Come back engaged, hyung."
Hyunjin froze for half a second.
Then rolled his eyes.
"Go to sleep," he muttered—and left.
𖹭
Your apartment was quiet.
Lights dim.
The small cake you made sat on the table, slightly uneven, frosting not perfect.
You checked your phone.
Nothing new.
You sighed softly. "He’s probably still busy…"
A knock.
You froze.
Another knock.
Your heart jumped as you rushed to the door—
And opened it.
Hyunjin stood there.
Hoodie.
Tired eyes.
Soft smile.
"Hi…"
Your expression softened instantly. "Hi…"
For a second—
You just looked at each other.
Then you stepped aside. "You should be resting."
"I am," he said quietly.
And walked in.
Like he belonged there.
𖹭
The door barely closed before he was close.
Really close.
He let out a slow breath, shoulders dropping.
"I missed you," he murmured.
You smiled softly. "It’s been one day."
"Too long."
You huffed a small laugh. "You’re dramatic."
"Only with you."
Your heart squeezed.
"Sit," you said. "I made something."
He followed, eyes already on you.
When you placed the cake in front of him—
He blinked.
"You made this?"
"Don’t judge it," you said quickly. "It’s not perfect—"
"It is," he interrupted.
And he meant it.
𖹭
Later, soft music filled the room.
You were cleaning up slightly—
When his hand found yours.
Warm.
Gentle.
You looked up.
He was already watching you.
"Dance with me."
You didn’t argue.
You let him pull you closer.
His hands settled on your waist.
Yours around his neck.
Slow.
Close.
Familiar.
His forehead nearly brushed yours as you swayed in the dim light.
His breathing slowed.
Matched yours.
And for once—
Everything was quiet.
𖹭
His hand slid down from your waist.
Finding yours.
Fingers intertwining.
You didn’t think much of it—
Until—
Something cool slipped onto your finger.
You froze.
Looked down.
A ring.
Your breath caught.
"…Hyunjin?"
The music kept playing.
But everything else stopped.
He didn’t pull away.
Didn’t rush.
Just looked at you—
Soft.
Certain.
A small smile appeared.
"So… a fox told me you'd look good as Mrs. Hwang."
Your heart stuttered.
"Hyunjin—what—what is this?"
Your voice barely came out right.
He stepped closer.
Forehead resting lightly against yours.
His thumb brushed over your hand—over the ring.
"I’ve been thinking about it all day," he said quietly.
A small breath.
"Actually… longer than that."
Your chest tightened.
"I kept getting gifts today," he continued softly. "And all I could think was—'you’d like this one'… 'you’d hate this one'…"
You let out a shaky breath.
"Everything just kept leading back to you."
Silence.
Heavy.
Real.
"I don’t want to celebrate things without you anymore."
His hand tightened slightly around yours.
"I don’t want to keep hiding us like we’re temporary."
Your eyes stung.
"I want this. Fully."
Another step closer.
"I want you. For real."
A pause.
He searched your face—
Just for a second.
"Will you marry me?"
𖹭
You didn’t realize you were crying until he wiped your cheek gently.
You laughed through it, breath shaking.
"Of course I will, you idiot."
Relief hit his face instantly.
Soft. Bright. Real.
You didn’t wait—
You pulled him in.
The kiss was deep.
Certain.
Everything finally falling into place.
His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer like he never wanted to let go.
𖹭
When you pulled away, your foreheads rested together.
[𑣲] birthday chaos
↳ Martin (CORTIS) x Reader
genre: fluff / friends to lovers / chaotic romance / nonidol!au
wc: ~1,9k
summary: Martin spends his 18th birthday overthinking his feelings for you—until a chaotic surprise party (and a quiet walk home) changes everything.
— 🍋: it's been almost a week without Hee and I feel like a widowed husband seeing a picture of my deceased wife EVERYTIME I SEE ANYTHING OF HIM.
AND DID I HEAR A HAPPY BIRTHDAY?? YOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAR GIRAFFE, TWEEN BOI, MARTIN!!!
Martin thought turning eighteen would feel different.
More… important. Bigger. Like something in him would shift overnight.
Instead, he was sitting on a random bench with Juhoon, kicking a loose pebble back and forth, checking his phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes.
Nothing.
No new messages.
Juhoon noticed. Of course he did.
"Okay," he said, leaning back and squinting at Martin. "You’ve checked your phone so many times I’m starting to feel ignored on your birthday."
Martin huffed quietly, locking his phone.
"I’m not ignoring you."
“Then what is it?”
A pause.
Then, quieter—
"She texted me earlier. Like, midnight. 'Happy birthday, dummy ❤️' and that was it."
Juhoon tilted his head. "And?"
“And nothing,” Martin muttered. "She hasn’t texted since. I thought… I don’t know, we’d hang out today."
Juhoon tried very hard not to smile.
"Maybe she’s busy."
"Yeah, but—" Martin stopped, dragging his hand through his hair, frustrated. "I wanted today to be… different."
Juhoon raised a brow. "Different how?"
Another pause.
This one heavier.
Martin looked down at his hands.
"…I was gonna tell her."
Juhoon blinked. "Tell her what?"
Martin gave him a look. “You know what."
"Oh."
OH.
Juhoon had to physically stop himself from reacting.
"She—" Martin laughed softly, nervous. "Everyone keeps joking that we’re perfect for each other, right? And I keep pretending it’s just a joke but it’s not."
He swallowed.
"It’s not for me."
Juhoon stayed quiet now.
"I swear," Martin continued, voice softer, "every time I’m with her it feels like I’m in some stupid romcom. Like… everything’s lighter. And I keep thinking—what if she feels it too?"
His fingers tightened slightly around his phone.
"I miss her."
That one came out almost like a confession on its own.
Juhoon exhaled slowly, standing up.
"Alright," he said, stretching. "Come on."
Martin frowned. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere better than this depressing bench where you’re spiraling on your birthday."
"I'm not spiraling."
"You literally are."
"I'm just—thinking."
"Yeah, dangerously."
Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway, following him.
𖹭
Inside the house, chaos.
Absolute chaos.
"KEONHO, THAT’S NOT STRAIGHT—"
"IT IS STRAIGHT, YOU’RE JUST LOOKING AT IT CROOKED—"
"James, stop eating the frosting!"
"I’m taste testing. It’s quality control."
Seonghyeon stood on a chair, trying to hang a banner that very clearly said HAPPY 18TH MARTIN but was currently hanging like it had gone through emotional trauma.
“Someone hold this before I fall and die on his birthday,” he snapped.
A couple of girls were blowing balloons in the corner, laughing as one popped loudly, making everyone jump.
"OH MY GOD—"
"WHO DID THAT—"
"IT WAS THE BALLOON—"
Music was already playing too loud for a "surprise" party.
Someone turned it down.
Then someone else turned it back up.
In the middle of it all—
You.
You were holding tape in your mouth, trying to fix fairy lights that refused to cooperate, your heart beating a little too fast for someone just decorating.
You checked your phone.
Still no message from him.
You chewed your lip.
"…He's probably busy," one of your friends nudged you gently.
"Yeah," you nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, obviously."
But your chest felt tight anyway.
Because you had plans.
You were going to talk to him tonight.
Finally.
𖹭
"Why are we going to your place?" Martin asked, narrowing his eyes.
Juhoon didn't even hesitate. "I forgot something."
"You dragged me across half the city because you forgot something?"
"Yes."
"You're so—"
"Charming? I know."
Martin sighed but followed anyway.
As they got closer, Martin frowned.
"…Why is there music?"
Juhoon opened the door.
"Dunno."
SURPRISE.
"—WAIT WAIT WAIT HE’S HERE—"
"TURN OFF THE—NO, NOT THE LIGHTS—"
"WHO ATE THE—JAMES—"
The door opened.
Lights flicked on.
And suddenly—
"SURPRISE!!!"
Noise.
Confetti.
Shouting.
People everywhere.
Martin froze.
Completely.
"…What?"
His brain lagged behind everything happening in front of him.
James was grinning like an idiot.
Seonghyeon still standing on a chair for no reason.
Keonho holding tape like it was evidence of a crime.
Friends—girls, guys—everyone laughing, yelling, crowding the space.
"Happy birthday, idiot!" someone shouted.
"YOU’RE OLD NOW!"
"EIGHTEEN—LEGAL—"
"SHUT UP—"
Martin blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then—
His eyes found you.
Across the room.
And everything else just… disappeared.
Relief hit first.
Then something warmer.
Stronger.
Before he could even think—
He moved.
Straight through the crowd.
Ignoring the shouting, the laughter, everything—
Until he reached you and—
Wrapped his arms around you.
Tight.
Like he hadn’t seen you in months instead of hours.
You barely had time to react before you were pressed against him.
“Hey—” you laughed softly, surprised. "Birthday boy—"
"I missed you," he mumbled, voice low, almost buried against your shoulder.
Your heart stuttered.
"I was literally gone for like—"
"I know," he cut in, pulling back just enough to look at you. "I know, I just—"
And then—
Silence.
Not real silence.
The music was still playing.
People were still there.
But suddenly—
Everyone was staring.
James.
Seonghyeon.
Keonho.
Juhoon.
Your friends.
His friends.
All of them.
Watching.
Grinning.
Judging.
Waiting.
Martin slowly realized.
"…Why is everyone looking at us like that?"
No one answered.
Which was worse.
Keonho smirked.
Seonghyeon raised his brows.
James straight up whispered, "Oh this is better than the cake."
Your face burned.
"Okay—" you laughed nervously, stepping back slightly. "This is—wow—hi everyone—"
But Martin didn’t move away much.
He was still close.
Still looking at you like—
Like he forgot how to function.
Juhoon finally spoke, crossing his arms with a smug grin.
"Well," he said. "Looks like someone found the only thing he wanted for his birthday."
Martin blinked.
Then looked at you again.
Then at everyone.
Then back at you.
And something clicked.
Right there.
In the middle of the noise, the embarrassment, the chaos—
He smiled.
Soft.
Real.
A little nervous.
"…Can I still confess," he said quietly, just for you, "or did I just ruin it completely?"
Your breath caught.
"…You might've made it better," you whispered back.
And behind you—
Someone yelled, "KISS HIM THEN—"
"SHUT UP—"
"NO LET THEM COOK—"
The party?
Officially out of control.
And his birthday?
Just getting started
𖹭
The party had burned out the way all chaotic nights do.
Slowly.
Messily.
With half-deflated balloons on the floor, empty cups scattered everywhere, and someone (cof... cof... James) passed out on the couch with a slice of cake still in his hand.
"Don't wake him," Seonghyeon muttered, stepping over him with a trash bag. "Let him suffer."
Keonho snorted from the kitchen. "He is the problem."
Juhoon, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, staring at the absolute disaster.
"…I regret everything."
"You say that every time," one of the girls laughed, tossing another cup into a bag.
Martin wasn't really listening anymore.
Not fully.
Because you were there—on the other side of the room, carefully peeling tape off the wall, your brows slightly furrowed in concentration.
Every now and then, your eyes would flick to him.
And every time they did—
You'd both look away.
Too fast.
Too obvious.
Juhoon noticed.
Of course he did.
He leaned into Martin slightly, voice low. "You gonna confess or just stare at her like a sad puppy all night?"
Martin elbowed him. "Shut up."
"Clock's ticking, birthday boy."
Martin rolled his eyes—but his ears were red.
Eventually, the place was… decent.
Not clean.
But survivable.
People started leaving in groups, tired laughs, quiet goodbyes, promises to meet again soon.
And then—
It was just a few of you left.
Juhoon tossed Martin his jacket. "Go."
Martin blinked. "What?"
"Walk her home," Juhoon said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And don't come back until you’ve said it."
"I—"
"GO."
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The night air was cooler now.
Quieter.
A complete contrast to the chaos from earlier.
You walked side by side, not too close, not too far.
Just… enough.
Your hands brushed once.
Then again.
Neither of you said anything about it.
"So," you started softly, "happy birthday.”
Martin let out a small laugh. "Yeah… this one was… something."
"Messy," you smiled.
"Very."
A pause.
Then—
"…I’m glad you were there," he added, quieter.
You looked at him.
"I wouldn't miss it."
Another silence.
But this one wasn’t awkward.
Just… full.
Like both of you were carrying the same thing and waiting for the other to drop it first.
You reached your street.
Stopped.
He stopped too.
The moment stretched.
You both opened your mouths—
Then stopped.
"Wait—" you both said at the same time.
You blinked.
Then laughed softly.
"You go first."
"No, you go first."
"No, it’s your birthday," you argued.
"That doesn’t give me priority," he shot back, smiling nervously.
You crossed your arms slightly. "You dragged me here emotionally all day, you go first."
"I did not drag you—"
"You literally hugged me in front of everyone."
"That was—okay, that was different."
"Then say it."
"You say it."
A beat.
Then—
"…Okay," you said, exhaling. "Fine."
"Fine," he nodded.
You both hesitated again.
Then, almost at the same time—
"On three?"
He nodded. "On three."
You held each other’s gaze.
Heart racing.
"Okay," you whispered. "One…"
His fingers twitched slightly at his side.
"Two…"
You both inhaled.
"Three—"
"I like you—"
"I like you—"
Silence.
You both froze.
Blinking.
Processing.
"…Wait," you said.
"…Wait," he echoed.
And then—
You laughed.
At the same time.
Relief, disbelief, finally—it all spilled out at once.
"Are you serious?" you said, covering your face for a second. “We’ve been doing this the whole time—”
"I was literally planning to confess today,” he admitted, laughing breathlessly. "I thought I ruined it earlier—"
"You didn’t," you shook your head, stepping closer. "You really didn’t."
The laughter softened.
Faded.
And suddenly—
It was just you two again.
Close.
Too close to pretend anymore.
You looked at him.
Really looked at him.
His nervous smile.
The slight flush on his cheeks.
The way he was looking at you like—
Like he still couldn’t believe this was real.
So you didn’t overthink it.
You reached out.
Grabbed his jacket lightly.
And pulled him in.
The kiss was soft.
Gentle.
A little shy.
But real.
So real it made your chest ache.
Martin froze for half a second.
Just one.
Then—
He melted into it.
His hand finding your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
The kiss deepened—not rushed, not overwhelming—just… warmer.
Surer.
Like he'd been waiting for this.
Like you both had.
When you finally pulled away, your foreheads almost touched.
His face was so red.
"…Oh," he breathed.
You smiled softly. "Oh?"
He let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh, immediately pulling you into a hug—tight, warm, like earlier, but different now.
Closer.
Safer.
"I really like you," he mumbled into your hair.
You wrapped your arms around him.
"I really like you too."
And this time—
No one was watching.
No chaos.
No noise.
Just the quiet street, the end of a long night—
And the start of something that had been waiting all along.
