Eden!

genre drabble, fluff, angst if you squint, romance word count 1.0k words

Haunted by intensely realistic dreams of a girl he deeply loves but has never met in the waking world, Kai vows to find her across reality after their dream space fractures.

author's note this was originally supposed to be a full fic, but if you want the full angst experience lmk so I'll finish the full fic. also this is for that anon who was looking for kai fics (hope you enjoy this <3)

Huening Kai always woke up with the phantom smell of rain and coffee lingering at the back of his throat.

It was a sensory ghost that didn’t belong to his waking life—he didn't even like the bitter taste of espresso, and his modern apartment sat high above a bustling city street where the air only tasted of exhaust and smog. Yet, the moment his eyes closed and he slipped into the heavy pull of sleep, that exact, nostalgic aroma would materialize, grounding him at the edge of a very specific train platform.

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐭𝐨𝐨?

pairing. txt soobin x fmreader warnings. angst, unrequited love, one-shot 4,5 words

The practice room smelled of warm wood and sweat.

The last ones to leave were always the same. Taehyun packing up his things. Yeonjun turning off some lights, while Hueningkai and Beomgyu chatted.

I stuffed some loose items into my bag.

—Finally, it’s over…

—So dramatic.

I didn’t even look up.

—You’re still here too.

—Because someone forgot their bottle.

Soobin lifted it with two fingers before setting it down beside him.

—Thanks.

He just shrugged.

It was strange. They always ended up being the last two without ever planning it.

When we left the building, the sky was still tinted orange, but the first lights in the houses were already turning on. The heat still clung to our clothes, though a warm breeze had started to move the trees.

—I’ll walk you home.

It wasn’t a question. It never was.

We walked slowly.

I talked more. He answered with short or long sentences. Sometimes with a tease. Sometimes with a simple “yeah” or an “mhm.”

And yet…

It was my favorite part of the day.

It’s funny, because I don’t remember when I started feeling this way.

Maybe it was one of those walks back.

Maybe just another practice.

Or the first time he waited for me to finish packing my things so we could walk together.

I didn’t know.

All I knew was that one day, it stopped being just a habit and started to mean something.

—What are you thinking about?

Soobin’s voice made me jump.

—Nothing. — I lied.

He let out a barely audible laugh. —I can tell

We kept walking. Even though there was a lot of silence, it had never felt uncomfortable between us.

And I came to believe that meant something.

That two people who could stay quiet without feeling lonely… were destined to understand each other.

How naive I had been.

We arrived at the building where I lived.

It wasn’t late—just that summer hour when the sky still holds a bit of light even though the day has ended.

I rested a hand on the railing at the entrance, unable to go in, go upstairs, and say “thanks” like every other day. Or I could wait for another afternoon like this one, but for weeks I had felt like I couldn’t keep living inside the waiting anymore.

—Soobin.

—Hm? — He was still looking at the street, as if he wasn’t expecting anything important.

I breathed in.

I was ready.

I had been ready for a long time.

Ready to stop imagining.

Ready to be happy.

Ready for that long gaze that would never need to end.

—Did you ever think that… maybe we could…? — I didn’t finish the sentence. But he understood it, because for the first time since I’d known him, Soobin took too long to respond.

He lowered his gaze.

Then raised it again.

He didn’t look uncomfortable.

Just… surprised.

—___…

That was the moment, the exact second I realized I had arrived alone.

There was no need to hear the rest.

He wasn’t rejecting me, nor was he accepting me.

He simply… had never been where I was. He had never looked down that path, and that hurt in a much quieter way.

—I’m sorry. — He said those two words with sincerity.

As if he truly regretted not being able to give me the answer I hoped for.

I smiled, a small but very tired smile.

—You don’t have to apologize. — Because it was true. He hadn’t done anything wrong. No one had.

The summer kept breathing around us.

A bicycle passed by on the street.

Someone laughed from a balcony.

The lights of a train moved in the distance.

Everything continued exactly the same.

Only the two of us had changed.

—I guess this was just a ‘almost’, — I said, almost laughing at myself.

He frowned slightly. —What?

—Nothing. — I looked at him one last time. Not trying to memorize his face or hoping he would stop me—just looking at him with the calm that comes when an answer hurts less than the uncertainty did.

— Good night, Soob.

He answered a few seconds later. —Good night, ___.

I went up the stairs without turning back, and he stayed downstairs for a moment longer, staring at the door I had just disappeared through, as if only then he started to wonder what I had really meant.

But I was no longer there to answer him.

I don’t know if tomorrow we’ll walk home together again.

I don’t know if one day he’ll understand that conversation.

I also don’t know if, at another point in our lives, we’ll both be in the same place at the same time.

All I know is that I stopped waiting for that answer.

Because some stories don’t end when someone stops loving.

       ಐິ ᯃ. ƒ2υ тαєнуυη gιƒѕ ၵໍ़

݃ ܮܘ۪݁ "ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ sᴇʟғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ." - ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

cult leader!suguru geto knows exactly how to seduce you ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ your biggest weakness!

cw: mdni, he's a manipulative slut, you and satoru are both victims of his sluttiness, art by djune

You can’t believe it’s the third time Gojo was sent to check on Geto’s activity and came back with absolutely nothing but his face red and embarrassment filling his body. It has to be a joke at this point, you don’t know what Geto is doing to him to not have any consequences. 

“I’ll go next time,” you tell him and he gets up from the couch so fucking fast he definitely felt dizzy. 

“No! It’s not fair!” Gojo snaps, following you as you walk the hallway. “I have to go, I’m the strongest!”

“Definitely not with him,” you mutter.

Gojo clicks his tongue, crosses his arms over his chest and pouts, having a whole tantrum in the middle of the school as you just walk towards your office to gather a few things and go to see what Geto is doing. 

“Listen,” Gojo tries to get your attention back, grabbing your arm so you look at him. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”

yeonjun getting hit by reality in the midst of dancing to ‘can’t we just be cute?”

Yeonjun: i’m 26!!!!!!!! AH!!!!!

Yeonjun: …..so cute

💌: this is not proof read and suuuuper short because i found it in my drafts and decided to feed y'all + no labels part 02 is coming out soon and dada is EXCITED and thinking abt yeonjun constantly. enjoy!

genre: yeonbin x fem!reader threesome (kinda crack-ish)

wc: 1.3k

warnings: soft dom!soobin & yeonjun, they're eiffel tower-ing reader, they argue but its not angsty at all its just incredibly stupid, very brief mention of yeonjun wearing a suit (or at least he was wearing one), oral (m!receiving), deep throating, backshots, yeonjun praises reader a bit, soobin is referred to as bunny, littleeee bit of mxm but its just kissing, soobin’s a little bit rough, slight face fucking towards the end, yeonjun cums in readers mouth, soobin cums inside reader, idk i probably missed a couple but whatever

5. Vanilla— it’s not really my style, but it’s totally fire!

4. Ice Cream and Baby Wassup?— if you’ve not gathered by now, I’m indecisive, so I naturally have two choices. Baby Wassup? has got a crazy instrumental and Ice Cream is giving MAJORRRRR Ggum vibes

3. No More Disco— okay hear me out,; if So What and Take Me To Nirvana had a baby, it’d be this.

2. Long Way Long Ride— slow songs are some of my absolute favourites, and since Yeonjun is an experimental artist, I loved the vibe of it already.

1. Fxxking Star— I KNOW I’M THE ONE THERE WON’T BE ANOTHER PRODIGY ASK ME WHO I AM AND YOU KNOW I’M GONNA SAY I’M A FXXKING STAR SHINE SO BRIGHT I MIGHT BURN YOU UP NOW FXXKING STAR BLACK LEATHER PANTS AND SMASHED GUITARS SO DON’T FXXKING START

mdni

It’s so cute to him when you’re crying, at the edge of the bed, legs in the air, completely naked and shaking under him. Orgasm after orgasm he makes you take it and his words are as sweet and sugary as he.

Sugurus dick is so thick and warm inside your gummy walls so comfy to slide in. All in your tummy. Nice, warm and creamy. “Mmmh, yes I know my sweetie. It’s so cute when you take it.” pushing in deeper inside your walls making you dizzy, head spinning. “My poor honey..” he speeds up a little and you let out a sound between a cry and a yelp—you’re not too sure. “Eeehhh!!” You shut your eyes and breathe in and out. “Eeehhh?”

“Mocking me!” You cry out again as you feel another orgasm spearing through you. “Oh honey..just a little..but you can take more baby, can’t you?” You give him a small nod. “Mmmh..that’s it angel. You make me so proud.”

And he truly believes that. He knows that.

His hips smack into yours as bubbles and seeps of mixed white cum flow down from your cream filled pussy and down your twitching asshole. Breeding you. He believes in you, he knows his dick is big but coaxing you softly into orgasms is so much fun. “Look how well it fits.” What he really means is ‘look at the way your body fits me like a glove, your pussy is perfect for me, even if I have to stretch it a little :(’.

He splays his large hand on your tummy and pushes down so you can feel his dick so warm, creamy and comfy inside your gummy walls hugging him so tightly. Then he makes you cum again, over and over and over so your pussy is slobbering with cum. Fat tears and small sniffles bouncing off the walls when he’s overwhelming your poor puffy pussy. “Suguuu!” You pout.

“That’s it my love, now cum again and let me see your love faces.♡”

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ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @cuntphoric-main @zukobendsme @cuntphoric @nonamedreams @lilithkleia @levisfatjuicycock @sapph22 @manonism @insanjity @stqrgumi @lemonzie @angelicwhispersofsin @dearkuna @izuruverse @serpenttine @daflex @animewhoreswrld @yoonsucks @mystickittenpurr

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Idk why but this song popped up in my head when I was writing this lol

Disclaimer: just mentions of sex and showering together.

- Partnership:

• You and him would be like a real team. Always supporting each other and pushing one another forward.

• Even in domestic tasks. For example, while one washes the dishes, the other dries; he lifts the couch and you vacuum underneath it.

• And at the end the reward is cuddling on the couch or the bed, very motivating, don’t you think?

- Gym dates:

• He wants to spend a lot of time with you since you’re both busy, but he still has to work out so why not take his favorite girl to the gym with him?

• You sit on his back when he does push ups and he keeps an eye on the pervs around you whenever you start squatting.

• And when it comes to showering after a workout session, of course you’re there with him too.

- Wants to know about your roots:

• Always wanting to learn about your culture if you're not Korean.

• But if you are, don't worry, he would love to know about your family traditions too and share his with you.

- “I love you”:

• Always says he loves you when you are leaving or when he's leaving you. It felt almost like a habit, but he meant it every time.

- Know you more than yourself:

• Want to know how old you were when your first baby tooth fell? Call Taehyun, if he heard a fact about you, his memory would store it as a permanent and important file.

- You also take good care of him:

• Since he doesn't like protein drinks, but he needs them, you developed a high protein peanut butter cookie recipe for him and he loves you even more for that.

P.S: it was delicious and he was so happy he didn’t need to drink that gross protein shake anymore.

- At the end of the day he’s just a cat:

• Loves laying on your lap so you can lazily stroke his hair till he falls asleep.

• You can even hear him purring (just kidding).

- But he might be jealous sometimes:

• Tells Yeonjun to stay away from you since he knows flirting is his hyung’s first language.

• Can be jealous sometimes but trusts you as much as he trusts himself, so it doesn’t happen often.

• And when it does, nothing that a good conversation can't solve.

• And also adores a make up sex cause well… why not?

Beomgyu version

Yeonjun version

Soobin version

𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Taehyuns crush on you is only growing the more you come close but he’s having trouble admitting so. That’s okay, his friend will help him whether he likes it or not…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: workplace meet cute, fluff, Beomgyu being a menace of a wingman, honestly none it’s very sweet

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ so glad to hear I did your other request justice anon and that you trust me for another yay!!!💗💗

such a cute prompt too just tyun coming to terms with his crush awee so I kept it fluffy cause that’s what felt right hope that’s okay!!!(╥﹏╥)

Taehyun can barely count on both hands the amount of times he feels his heart stutter in his chest because of you by now, it's starting to become increasingly worrying the lengths he'll go to just to have you orbiting around him, to have you touch him.

He never should have let it reach this far, but from the first time you stepped into the dressing room he knew you'd be dangerous to his self-discipline and steady habits. He'd barely notice if you hadn't stumbled in, equipment bags slung on your forearm and knocking the wood in tow as you squeezed yourself through in time of the door shutting behind you. In turn you receive a few glances from the other staff and a few of the members themselves, offering your sincerest apologies for disturbing their rest time; there's that fresh, first day nerves appearance gracing your features, eyebrows knitted tight and your throat swallows down the excess saliva your mouth is so betrayingly producing.

A few of your hair strands are whipped unrestrained against your forehead in hurried rush; by no means are you late, you'd ensured that with multiple alarms set the night before but you're starstruck enough just by even landing this job, let alone finally being face to face with your clients who happen to be famous idols. It's one thing seeing their faces plastered on your younger sister's wall and an entirely different thing when they are actually in-front of you, waiting patiently for you to begin your art. So you approach hesitantly, it appears you're the first of the makeup team to arrive so you have no one's lead to follow and it's all the more nerve wracking that way.

You'd better get use to it fast, this was your responsibility now - so you dive in before your feet plant you in place and you make a fool of yourself even more than you already have. Yeonjun makes the perfect first client for you, he sits perfectly still for each application, barely even shaking when it's time to dab foundation along his skin, you're hardly applying assertively but with years of practice he must be a veteran of remaining steady by now. You're thankful.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun sits just to the side of you and Yeonjun, sneaking glances every now and then but he just can't figure out why he's so compelled to. He knows you're pretty, that much was obvious from the first glance of you, but why is he feeling his heart kick into action when the rest of your team arrives and he overhears his name.

"Thanks for starting, you can move onto Taehyun now, his shoot is next"one of your colleagues murmurs under their breath and you nod, packing away a few of your handheld equipment. Taehyun shuffles further up in his seat, since when did he begin slouching? When he was lost watching the way your tongue pokes against your cheek in concentration? Either way you'd hardly think him professional if he was slumped against his chair when you approached so his back rests upright once more, gulping as you make your approach to his station.

You greet him joyfully and he wonders where you've found the energy for it this time in the morning but he'll not question a good thing for too long, the sun may as well have risen already by how gleaming your smile appears up this close.

And you do move closely, you have to if you want to apply his makeup correctly - of course he knows this but when your face is inches from his it's easy to forget the basics. The perfume you wear is floral and sweet, caressing his senses just like how your fingertips swipe a base cream to his complexion, you're so gentle with the application he barely feels you there.

He freezes in place, screwing his lids shut once you're finished with eye makeup because he notices every little detail of your face, each freckle and each minute expression that makes the back of his neck bloom with goosebumps.

"You sit so well, thank you!" He barely registers the compliment before fluttering his eyes open to find you already vacating to the other members, the raw feeling of jealousy bubbling in his gut strikes him unnerved at the thought, he doesn't even know you but the thought that you'll be up so close to another as you just were with him drops the pit in his stomach. You're simply doing your job, he knows that, so then why does he feel this way? It's completely unbecoming of his character, he's not proud so he buries the feelings until they surface again the next time you're on shift.

And the next... and then again until the lines between appropriate and uncontrollable blur.

Eventually you even begin to converse with him during the time you're applying his makeup, incredibly proficient at concealing how elated he feels to learn snippets of your life and experiences, you always ask him ten times the questions he does; purely intrigued to learn more of what his job entails, thoughts and feelings on the day and every single little query that comes to mind.

But when you ask his other members the same things it's impossible to feel like it means anything other than how sociable you are, how you seem to adapt to every situation like a chameleon; you've ran out of a specific tone? That's okay, you're tweaking the entirety of your work to match. He needs a reapplication after smudging his face? You're by his side in a split second, fixing the blemish under strict time constraints effectively.

Each time he glances in the mirror after you're done he's astounded by your precision and keen eye for detail, you always seem to make him feel as pretty as he thinks you are, a Midas touch that turns him to gold and fortune. If he didn't know any better, he might call the feelings he tries so desperately to submerge what they are; inexplicably he's found himself with a crush.

At first that word makes him feel childish, he's left those teenage years of innocent yearning behind and here he finds himself blushing whenever you're near, the foolishness of adolescence seems to not be so far away than he originally thought. That much is easy enough to deduce when he catches himself purposefully snacking between schedules hoping it messes up the lip gloss you’ve painted so diligently on his lips, not enough to make it plainly obvious he’s trying to diminish your work, but just enough to have you rush over to him as soon as you spot that it’s smudged.

“Here, let me touch that up for you…” you speak so delicately each time, shuffling right towards him. Selfishly he likes this position better than when he’s sat in the seat for you, the mirrors reflection behind you reveals that you have to stand on tiptoes to even reach up to his lips for a better view. Even better than that; he leans down for you, eyes sitting level with yours and you’re so close that even this innocent act of reapplication feels intimate. There’s nowhere to turn but your face, an excuse to stare just a little longer into your eyes hoping you glance right back into his, wishing they’ll tell you what he’s too nervous to with words.

Taehyun counts himself lucky that he's a stoic personality, otherwise it might be obvious that his little soft spot for you grows each time you swipe a brush against his cheek or chuckles at a quip remark he's made as you reapply. It's a rather decent act he's parading, to pretend the cushioned plush of your palm against his cheeks doesn't make him falter. It all seems to be going so well for him until you scrunch your nose at him before a performance, swiping the cream with extra caution than what you usually exercise.

"You feeling okay today? Your skins a little more red than usual. Hope they're not overworking you in the practice rooms" you puff out laughter to imply it's not criticism but merely an observation. You would know, you spend most days monitoring his skin so closely you know each divot and line upon his face, much to the flutter of his heart.

"Oh, yeah I'm good, thanks. Probably just the beer I drank last night, sorry" he forces a smile back to you, you seem to be putting more effort in to the cover the blush of fuchsia dusting his cheeks than you have any other time you work with him.

But he won't tell you that you're the cause of it. That the alcohol is a cover for the fact you're so close he can feel the warmth of your breath as you exhale, the reason he’s blooming with color is you.

Beomgyu on the other hand recognises instantly the little white lie he's just sprouted, darting his head up from his phone to where Taehyun sits by the booth. He’d been with him the entire night before and not once had alcohol touched his lips so his has to see this with his own eyes, watching as the red stretches to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose. No, this was not an flush of the alcoholic kind, this was simply the nervous kind. The kind that so painstakingly blossoms because of one thing alone; a crush.

Beomgyu can’t help but smirk from the realisation, waiting until Taehyun catches it in the mirror and they lock eyes - a standoff until Taehyun knows all too well what lays behind that smile. It’s all mischief and nothing good for him.

Without words, the phone is locked in his pants and Beomgyu stands, prowling over to the station where you are still completing your work. Taehyun feels his heart punching his ribcage, anticipating the lips he knows are about to start moving and blabbering speech too closely resembling ratting him out.

“Wow, ynnie! You always do such a good job of making our tyun look pretty!” Beomgyu’s tone is sickly sweet, only just so that Taehyun knows the intention but you remain oblivious. You smile and laugh at that while Taehyun is practically withering inside, his shell might seem nonchalant, he breaks no sweat but he’s completely at Beomgyu’s mercy here. He scowls at him through the reflection, willing him to stop before he says something that can’t be taken back.

“Thank you, he hardly needs my help for that though, I only enhance what’s already there” you humbly reply and never catch how Beomgyu’s eyes widen in response, almost nudging Taehyun’s shoulder before realising that would jolt him and create more work for you.

Taehyun catches it though, of course. He’ll not give Beomgyu the satisfaction of a reaction but trust enough inside he’s levitating from your words. The sensible, logical corner of his brain shouts at him to remain calm, it’s simply a polite response that means absolutely nothing. You’d hardly call him hideous to his face but there’s that childish side niggling and begging attention to have him confront that you’d even consider him in the same conversation of attractiveness.

It makes him zone out the entire time you finish his makeup, missing all his favourite steps like when you have to lean over him to reach the brush you misplace every time, or when you take the clips out of his hair to have his bangs fall back over his forehead, adjusting them as you see fit across his face. The stark contrast of Beomgyu’s voice against the velvet of yours wake him up “my turn?”

“Yes, Beomgyu, your turn. Sit, I’ll start prepping” you chuckle as he boisterously clambers onto the seat next to you, wriggling eyebrows in Taehyun’s direction. Again he receives no response, just his friend deadpanning him for his playful jabs so he smirks at him, a devious plan hatching in his mind.

As soon as the base layer hits Beomgyu’s skin he’s humming in content, preening closer into your touch and sweetly adds “feels so nice, ynnie, your hands are so soft…” whining obscenely with each additional application of makeup. You think little of it, he must simply be in a good mood today but in the seat next to you, Taehyun is seething.

It’s in the details; on the outside he’s just as composed as ever, a statue of poise and equanimity but in the bylines he’s unravelling, fingers tapping profusely against his thigh, jaw clenching. He knows it’s a ploy, an attempt to pull a reaction from him and where he once thought he’s resistant against menial performances like that his friend is playing, the physical reactions his body is betraying him with tells that perhaps he feels a little more for you than he originally anticipated.

The thought of another man receiving the same satisfaction from your touch, teasing or not settles uncomfortably within him, as though he’s the only one that should receive such delight from you. He’s determined to be the only one; he sucks up the parade of Beomgyu’s compliments and moaning like a lemon in the mouth, sour and grateful to spit it out once you’re finished his makeup.

“Yn, can I speak to you for a moment?” Taehyun asks gently, prompting you towards the corner of the room with the clothing racks where it’s at least a little more private than the booth seating. Your eyes widen from surprise until you quickly reel it in and he regrets that he’s most probably caused you panic, you likely hardly expect this conversation to be anything good if he’s requesting seclusion but it’ll have to remain this way for a moment longer until he’s spoken what now needs to be said.

You courteously accept and make you way over, Taehyun following before feeling a clap to his back from Beomgyu, encouraging him with a hushed “go get your girl…” Taehyun dismissively shakes his head, a small smile upon his lips upon the realisation this was Beomgyu’s plan all along, to have him finally go after what he wants: you.

Instinctively you hide behind the clothing screens, if he’s to reprimand you for a shabby makeup job you’d rather not have witnesses to your embarrassment, your pulse rising as he steps in, his frame looming over you.

“If you don’t like how the makeup looks, I can redo it for you! I’m sorry if it’s not how you wanted it to come out-“ you’re a stuttering mess, spewing out nonsense just so he won’t have to feel so guilty explaining that your work isn’t up to standard today but he hushes you gently “-no, no, it’s nothing like that. You’ve done a great job, you always do. There’s just something I’d like to ask you, are you busy after your shift today?”

He’s casual and it settles you somewhat, so effortlessly collected as he plants his hands in his pockets as you ponder “not particularly…” you nervously chuckle, in truth you’d only planned to schedule in some training time for looks you’re less confident in creating, but it hardly seems right to admit your self doubt when you already feel so nervous under his gaze.

“Care to meet for a coffee? there’s one just round the corner so it’s not too far for you” he asks nonchalantly but inside he’s spiralling, has he come off too cool that it reflects he’s asking in a friendly way? Should he add some more depth into it and come off too strong? He’s truly clueless but you seem stunned all the same and he awaits on a knife’s edge until you warmly smile and nod “I’d like that, coffee sounds good”

Unknowingly you’re experiencing your own melt down inside, in all truth you’d always found Taehyun the most pleasant of his members, he’s calm in an inviting way, a curious mind to ponder the same questions you have for the world around you and sense of understanding similar to his. It certainly helps that he’s easy on the eyes too, your breath always hitches reaching in to catch a better glimpse of your work up close, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek to allow you to stare a little more unabashedly.

So the fact he’s asking you, of all people to meet casually outside of work makes your stomach do flips, was this even permitted in the fine print of your contract? Either way you’re elated, if nothing is to come of this at least you’ll get to spend even a moment longer in his company without having focus too much on work and more so on him.

“Great, I’ll meet you in the lobby after I’m finished here?” You nod again enthusiastically, tucking your hair behind your ears sheepishly with a small bow to dismiss him.

He’s about to, turning just before to add “to be clear, I’m asking you on a date. Is that okay?”

Both hearts stutter; his because he’s actually finally admitted not just to himself but to you also that the feelings he’s wrestled with for weeks now have weight, that his crush on you is not wavering in the way he initially thought it would. It’s remained firm, only increasing with each time you get close. Each time you touch his face with such tenderness he pretends you’re already his.

And yours; because truly you don’t believe someone as handsome and intuitive as Taehyun has honed into you, out of the hundreds of members of staff on his team you are the one he wants to know deeper. You’d be foolish to refuse him now “that’s more than okay, Taehyun…”

You smile just as brightly as the day you first stumbled into the dressing room, reminding him precisely of the moment his heart decided it desires company. Resisting the temptation to finally press his lips against yours, something he dreams of each time you apply gloss to his lips with the brush wishing it was your lips instead, he nods favourably, stepping back out from behind the screens, leaving you now with pink settling on your cheeks.

There’s always time for that to come, perhaps in the quiet corner of the coffee shop where no one cares to pay attention to, or perhaps on the deserted street as he drops you home. Either way the thought of your lips keeps his feet moving forward in that direction, the memory of something yet to happen; your first kiss.

𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Taehyuns crush on you is only growing the more you come close but he’s having trouble admitting so. That’s okay, his friend will help him whether he likes it or not…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: workplace meet cute, fluff, Beomgyu being a menace of a wingman, honestly none it’s very sweet

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ so glad to hear I did your other request justice anon and that you trust me for another yay!!!💗💗

such a cute prompt too just tyun coming to terms with his crush awee so I kept it fluffy cause that’s what felt right hope that’s okay!!!(╥﹏╥)

Taehyun can barely count on both hands the amount of times he feels his heart stutter in his chest because of you by now, it's starting to become increasingly worrying the lengths he'll go to just to have you orbiting around him, to have you touch him.

He never should have let it reach this far, but from the first time you stepped into the dressing room he knew you'd be dangerous to his self-discipline and steady habits. He'd barely notice if you hadn't stumbled in, equipment bags slung on your forearm and knocking the wood in tow as you squeezed yourself through in time of the door shutting behind you. In turn you receive a few glances from the other staff and a few of the members themselves, offering your sincerest apologies for disturbing their rest time; there's that fresh, first day nerves appearance gracing your features, eyebrows knitted tight and your throat swallows down the excess saliva your mouth is so betrayingly producing.

A few of your hair strands are whipped unrestrained against your forehead in hurried rush; by no means are you late, you'd ensured that with multiple alarms set the night before but you're starstruck enough just by even landing this job, let alone finally being face to face with your clients who happen to be famous idols. It's one thing seeing their faces plastered on your younger sister's wall and an entirely different thing when they are actually in-front of you, waiting patiently for you to begin your art. So you approach hesitantly, it appears you're the first of the makeup team to arrive so you have no one's lead to follow and it's all the more nerve wracking that way.

You'd better get use to it fast, this was your responsibility now - so you dive in before your feet plant you in place and you make a fool of yourself even more than you already have. Yeonjun makes the perfect first client for you, he sits perfectly still for each application, barely even shaking when it's time to dab foundation along his skin, you're hardly applying assertively but with years of practice he must be a veteran of remaining steady by now. You're thankful.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun sits just to the side of you and Yeonjun, sneaking glances every now and then but he just can't figure out why he's so compelled to. He knows you're pretty, that much was obvious from the first glance of you, but why is he feeling his heart kick into action when the rest of your team arrives and he overhears his name.

"Thanks for starting, you can move onto Taehyun now, his shoot is next"one of your colleagues murmurs under their breath and you nod, packing away a few of your handheld equipment. Taehyun shuffles further up in his seat, since when did he begin slouching? When he was lost watching the way your tongue pokes against your cheek in concentration? Either way you'd hardly think him professional if he was slumped against his chair when you approached so his back rests upright once more, gulping as you make your approach to his station.

You greet him joyfully and he wonders where you've found the energy for it this time in the morning but he'll not question a good thing for too long, the sun may as well have risen already by how gleaming your smile appears up this close.

And you do move closely, you have to if you want to apply his makeup correctly - of course he knows this but when your face is inches from his it's easy to forget the basics. The perfume you wear is floral and sweet, caressing his senses just like how your fingertips swipe a base cream to his complexion, you're so gentle with the application he barely feels you there.

He freezes in place, screwing his lids shut once you're finished with eye makeup because he notices every little detail of your face, each freckle and each minute expression that makes the back of his neck bloom with goosebumps.

"You sit so well, thank you!" He barely registers the compliment before fluttering his eyes open to find you already vacating to the other members, the raw feeling of jealousy bubbling in his gut strikes him unnerved at the thought, he doesn't even know you but the thought that you'll be up so close to another as you just were with him drops the pit in his stomach. You're simply doing your job, he knows that, so then why does he feel this way? It's completely unbecoming of his character, he's not proud so he buries the feelings until they surface again the next time you're on shift.

And the next... and then again until the lines between appropriate and uncontrollable blur.

Eventually you even begin to converse with him during the time you're applying his makeup, incredibly proficient at concealing how elated he feels to learn snippets of your life and experiences, you always ask him ten times the questions he does; purely intrigued to learn more of what his job entails, thoughts and feelings on the day and every single little query that comes to mind.

But when you ask his other members the same things it's impossible to feel like it means anything other than how sociable you are, how you seem to adapt to every situation like a chameleon; you've ran out of a specific tone? That's okay, you're tweaking the entirety of your work to match. He needs a reapplication after smudging his face? You're by his side in a split second, fixing the blemish under strict time constraints effectively.

Each time he glances in the mirror after you're done he's astounded by your precision and keen eye for detail, you always seem to make him feel as pretty as he thinks you are, a Midas touch that turns him to gold and fortune. If he didn't know any better, he might call the feelings he tries so desperately to submerge what they are; inexplicably he's found himself with a crush.

At first that word makes him feel childish, he's left those teenage years of innocent yearning behind and here he finds himself blushing whenever you're near, the foolishness of adolescence seems to not be so far away than he originally thought. That much is easy enough to deduce when he catches himself purposefully snacking between schedules hoping it messes up the lip gloss you’ve painted so diligently on his lips, not enough to make it plainly obvious he’s trying to diminish your work, but just enough to have you rush over to him as soon as you spot that it’s smudged.

“Here, let me touch that up for you…” you speak so delicately each time, shuffling right towards him. Selfishly he likes this position better than when he’s sat in the seat for you, the mirrors reflection behind you reveals that you have to stand on tiptoes to even reach up to his lips for a better view. Even better than that; he leans down for you, eyes sitting level with yours and you’re so close that even this innocent act of reapplication feels intimate. There’s nowhere to turn but your face, an excuse to stare just a little longer into your eyes hoping you glance right back into his, wishing they’ll tell you what he’s too nervous to with words.

Taehyun counts himself lucky that he's a stoic personality, otherwise it might be obvious that his little soft spot for you grows each time you swipe a brush against his cheek or chuckles at a quip remark he's made as you reapply. It's a rather decent act he's parading, to pretend the cushioned plush of your palm against his cheeks doesn't make him falter. It all seems to be going so well for him until you scrunch your nose at him before a performance, swiping the cream with extra caution than what you usually exercise.

"You feeling okay today? Your skins a little more red than usual. Hope they're not overworking you in the practice rooms" you puff out laughter to imply it's not criticism but merely an observation. You would know, you spend most days monitoring his skin so closely you know each divot and line upon his face, much to the flutter of his heart.

"Oh, yeah I'm good, thanks. Probably just the beer I drank last night, sorry" he forces a smile back to you, you seem to be putting more effort in to the cover the blush of fuchsia dusting his cheeks than you have any other time you work with him.

But he won't tell you that you're the cause of it. That the alcohol is a cover for the fact you're so close he can feel the warmth of your breath as you exhale, the reason he’s blooming with color is you.

Beomgyu on the other hand recognises instantly the little white lie he's just sprouted, darting his head up from his phone to where Taehyun sits by the booth. He’d been with him the entire night before and not once had alcohol touched his lips so his has to see this with his own eyes, watching as the red stretches to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose. No, this was not an flush of the alcoholic kind, this was simply the nervous kind. The kind that so painstakingly blossoms because of one thing alone; a crush.

Beomgyu can’t help but smirk from the realisation, waiting until Taehyun catches it in the mirror and they lock eyes - a standoff until Taehyun knows all too well what lays behind that smile. It’s all mischief and nothing good for him.

Without words, the phone is locked in his pants and Beomgyu stands, prowling over to the station where you are still completing your work. Taehyun feels his heart punching his ribcage, anticipating the lips he knows are about to start moving and blabbering speech too closely resembling ratting him out.

“Wow, ynnie! You always do such a good job of making our tyun look pretty!” Beomgyu’s tone is sickly sweet, only just so that Taehyun knows the intention but you remain oblivious. You smile and laugh at that while Taehyun is practically withering inside, his shell might seem nonchalant, he breaks no sweat but he’s completely at Beomgyu’s mercy here. He scowls at him through the reflection, willing him to stop before he says something that can’t be taken back.

“Thank you, he hardly needs my help for that though, I only enhance what’s already there” you humbly reply and never catch how Beomgyu’s eyes widen in response, almost nudging Taehyun’s shoulder before realising that would jolt him and create more work for you.

Taehyun catches it though, of course. He’ll not give Beomgyu the satisfaction of a reaction but trust enough inside he’s levitating from your words. The sensible, logical corner of his brain shouts at him to remain calm, it’s simply a polite response that means absolutely nothing. You’d hardly call him hideous to his face but there’s that childish side niggling and begging attention to have him confront that you’d even consider him in the same conversation of attractiveness.

It makes him zone out the entire time you finish his makeup, missing all his favourite steps like when you have to lean over him to reach the brush you misplace every time, or when you take the clips out of his hair to have his bangs fall back over his forehead, adjusting them as you see fit across his face. The stark contrast of Beomgyu’s voice against the velvet of yours wake him up “my turn?”

“Yes, Beomgyu, your turn. Sit, I’ll start prepping” you chuckle as he boisterously clambers onto the seat next to you, wriggling eyebrows in Taehyun’s direction. Again he receives no response, just his friend deadpanning him for his playful jabs so he smirks at him, a devious plan hatching in his mind.

As soon as the base layer hits Beomgyu’s skin he’s humming in content, preening closer into your touch and sweetly adds “feels so nice, ynnie, your hands are so soft…” whining obscenely with each additional application of makeup. You think little of it, he must simply be in a good mood today but in the seat next to you, Taehyun is seething.

It’s in the details; on the outside he’s just as composed as ever, a statue of poise and equanimity but in the bylines he’s unravelling, fingers tapping profusely against his thigh, jaw clenching. He knows it’s a ploy, an attempt to pull a reaction from him and where he once thought he’s resistant against menial performances like that his friend is playing, the physical reactions his body is betraying him with tells that perhaps he feels a little more for you than he originally anticipated.

The thought of another man receiving the same satisfaction from your touch, teasing or not settles uncomfortably within him, as though he’s the only one that should receive such delight from you. He’s determined to be the only one; he sucks up the parade of Beomgyu’s compliments and moaning like a lemon in the mouth, sour and grateful to spit it out once you’re finished his makeup.

“Yn, can I speak to you for a moment?” Taehyun asks gently, prompting you towards the corner of the room with the clothing racks where it’s at least a little more private than the booth seating. Your eyes widen from surprise until you quickly reel it in and he regrets that he’s most probably caused you panic, you likely hardly expect this conversation to be anything good if he’s requesting seclusion but it’ll have to remain this way for a moment longer until he’s spoken what now needs to be said.

You courteously accept and make you way over, Taehyun following before feeling a clap to his back from Beomgyu, encouraging him with a hushed “go get your girl…” Taehyun dismissively shakes his head, a small smile upon his lips upon the realisation this was Beomgyu’s plan all along, to have him finally go after what he wants: you.

Instinctively you hide behind the clothing screens, if he’s to reprimand you for a shabby makeup job you’d rather not have witnesses to your embarrassment, your pulse rising as he steps in, his frame looming over you.

“If you don’t like how the makeup looks, I can redo it for you! I’m sorry if it’s not how you wanted it to come out-“ you’re a stuttering mess, spewing out nonsense just so he won’t have to feel so guilty explaining that your work isn’t up to standard today but he hushes you gently “-no, no, it’s nothing like that. You’ve done a great job, you always do. There’s just something I’d like to ask you, are you busy after your shift today?”

He’s casual and it settles you somewhat, so effortlessly collected as he plants his hands in his pockets as you ponder “not particularly…” you nervously chuckle, in truth you’d only planned to schedule in some training time for looks you’re less confident in creating, but it hardly seems right to admit your self doubt when you already feel so nervous under his gaze.

“Care to meet for a coffee? there’s one just round the corner so it’s not too far for you” he asks nonchalantly but inside he’s spiralling, has he come off too cool that it reflects he’s asking in a friendly way? Should he add some more depth into it and come off too strong? He’s truly clueless but you seem stunned all the same and he awaits on a knife’s edge until you warmly smile and nod “I’d like that, coffee sounds good”

Unknowingly you’re experiencing your own melt down inside, in all truth you’d always found Taehyun the most pleasant of his members, he’s calm in an inviting way, a curious mind to ponder the same questions you have for the world around you and sense of understanding similar to his. It certainly helps that he’s easy on the eyes too, your breath always hitches reaching in to catch a better glimpse of your work up close, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek to allow you to stare a little more unabashedly.

So the fact he’s asking you, of all people to meet casually outside of work makes your stomach do flips, was this even permitted in the fine print of your contract? Either way you’re elated, if nothing is to come of this at least you’ll get to spend even a moment longer in his company without having focus too much on work and more so on him.

“Great, I’ll meet you in the lobby after I’m finished here?” You nod again enthusiastically, tucking your hair behind your ears sheepishly with a small bow to dismiss him.

He’s about to, turning just before to add “to be clear, I’m asking you on a date. Is that okay?”

Both hearts stutter; his because he’s actually finally admitted not just to himself but to you also that the feelings he’s wrestled with for weeks now have weight, that his crush on you is not wavering in the way he initially thought it would. It’s remained firm, only increasing with each time you get close. Each time you touch his face with such tenderness he pretends you’re already his.

And yours; because truly you don’t believe someone as handsome and intuitive as Taehyun has honed into you, out of the hundreds of members of staff on his team you are the one he wants to know deeper. You’d be foolish to refuse him now “that’s more than okay, Taehyun…”

You smile just as brightly as the day you first stumbled into the dressing room, reminding him precisely of the moment his heart decided it desires company. Resisting the temptation to finally press his lips against yours, something he dreams of each time you apply gloss to his lips with the brush wishing it was your lips instead, he nods favourably, stepping back out from behind the screens, leaving you now with pink settling on your cheeks.

There’s always time for that to come, perhaps in the quiet corner of the coffee shop where no one cares to pay attention to, or perhaps on the deserted street as he drops you home. Either way the thought of your lips keeps his feet moving forward in that direction, the memory of something yet to happen; your first kiss.

genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute

Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.

⋆˚࿔ kang taehyun x fem! reader

a/n chapter one is here! comments are well appreciated and I hope you will enjoy this spinoff series. this chapter (and the rest) will contain swearing, dick jokes, joking threats.

A Spinoff to Anti-Matchmaker !

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