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ZHAO YUFAN ✶ 𝓣 HE B𝓞 YFRIEND, THE 𝓑ARBER, AND 𝓣 HE BREAK𝓓OWN
SYN james learns that actions have consequences. you learn that apparently haircuts can have consequences too.
❤︎ ٰ zhao yufan ⭒ f!r ‹𝟹 ⸻ the art of loving 𓈒
Hellooo mootie patootie!!
I feel like it's been forever omg how have you been!! Omg bro what do you put in your works?? I was rereading one the other day and i was like mmmmmmmmm 😻😻😻 so good i love your writing.
Anywayyyy idk if you answered this before but whats your fav song on greengreen. I think for me redred takes the crown but maybe its cause im so familiar with it 🤣🤣 i love the choreo for tnt and acai too like wow 😍😍it got the album he other week and omg i wanted to get two but these kpop stores be scamming man 😮💨😮💨 but its okay (...) i pulled the pack it up trio KEONSEONGTIN WE UP ‼️‼️
Yay i hope your doing good tho imyyyyy!!
ms daisy!!!!! 🌼🩷
im doing pretty good actually! i'm abt to eat right now bc i'm starving soo bad & i've been craving fries for days like every single time i see fries i start thinking about them again 😻
no way YOU rereading MY works?? stawp do u see me pacing around my room and jumping up and down rn out of happiness 🩷 that actually makes me so happy :( also wait bc i have one of your fics sitting in my tbr 🫣
ur works make me wanna talk abt every little detail because they're just THAT good 🫡 i actuallyyy wanna send u more asks and annotate/note bc I genuinely love reading them so much but at the same time i get scared i might bother you
YEAHHH my favorites from the album are def redred and acai also keonho's part in tnt 🥹 PUMP IT UPPPPP i keep replaying it every time it comes on
i totally get you 🫤 i lowkey gave up trying to look for albums & stuff too because these stores are just not it. KEONSEONGTINNNN holy pull yayyyy
i hope you're having a rlly good day!!! i miss u as well 🩷
hi, hope you’re doing well!
can i request cortis x insecure reader who has scoliosis
if not then still, thank you
hi, my love! i genuinely appreciate u taking the time to send ur idea in 🥹 unfortunately, for requests, i don't rlly write anything involving medical conditions/topics because i'm worried i won't portray it properly or respectfully enough. i'd rather avoid writing something i'm not confident handling, but i rlly appreciate u taking the time to send the request!! i hope you're doing well too 🩷
ZHAO YUFAN ✶ 𝓛 ATE NIGHT C𝓞NVERSATIONS FOR THE PLATONI𝓒ALLY DOOMED
SYN you can handle your drunk best friend. you can handle his whining, his dramatics, even the possibility of him throwing up on your couch. what you can't handle is him looking you in the eye and start confessing every feeling he's buried since the day he met you.
❤︎ ٰ zhao yufan ⭒ f!r ‹𝟹 ⸻ the art of loving 𓈒

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STRAWBERRY SLICE ──── MARTIN EDWARDS
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ you spend the entire dinner trying to figure out how to finally say yes to martin while he unknowingly makes it harder by being painfully sweet the whole night.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── martin edwards ⭒ f reader.
hi, can i request for cortis x older!gf? you’re one of the best people i’ve found who writes so well.
ONE STEP AHEAD ֶָ֢ᐟ
☆ ★.ㅤ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ someone older. cortis & f reader , fluff. not proofread. dividers : uzmacchiato
💭 this took longer than expected bcs i couldn't decide whether to write a full scenario or just do hcs. i hope this matched what you had in mind. 𖹭
IN SICKNESS AND IN SNIFFLES ──── AHN KEONHO
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ love is letting your boyfriend eat raw garlic at an unreasonable hour and then saving him from it.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── ahn keonho , f reader.
THE CAT PROBLEM ──── MARTIN EDWARDS
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ martin is terrible with cats, yours especially, but that doesn't stop him from trying anyway.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── martin edwards , f reader.
SLEEPYHEAD ֶָ֢ᐟ
☆ ★.ㅤ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ sleeping habits. cortis & f reader , fluff. not proofread.
ZHAO YUFAN
you notice it the first time on a quiet night, when the room is dim and the only light comes from your phone screen slowly fading to black beside you.
he's lying on his back, one arm draped lazily across his stomach, the other just barely brushing yours. at first, everything about him looks normal. steady breathing, relaxed shoulders, lips parted just enough to let out soft, even breaths. but then your eyes drift up, and your stomach drops just a little.
his eyes are open, not wide, but open enough to make it look like he's watching you.
"james?" you whisper, eyebrows pulling together, because there's no way he's just lying there like that.
you push yourself up on one elbow, leaning closer, squinting like that'll somehow make more sense of it.
"why are you staring at me?" you mumble, a little embarrassed, a little weirded out, your voice barely above a breath.
he doesn't answer or move. the silence stretches long enough to make your skin prickle.
"okay . . . not funny," you reach out to poke his shoulder lightly.
still nothing.
you hesitate, then wave your hand slowly in front of his face, watching closely for any reaction. "if you're messing with me right now, i swear—" but his eyes don't track your movement at all, just fixed somewhere past you.
"are you—hello?" you stop, leaning closer. "are you asleep?"
it sounds ridiculous the moment it leaves your mouth, but everything about him says yes except for his eyes.
you tap his cheek gently this time. "hey. james. wake up for a second."
there's a pause, then finally, a faint reaction. his brows twitch, his lips part a little more.
"mm?" he hums, voice rough and barely there, like he's surfacing from somewhere far away. his gaze still doesn't quite focus, even as his head shifts slightly toward you.
"you're—your eyes are open," you whisper, because what else are you supposed to do with that.
he blinks slowly, unevenly, the action itself being too much effort for him. "huh?" he mumbles, words slurring together, confusion written all over his face but dulled by sleep.
"you're staring at me," you insist, gesturing between the two of you, even though he can barely keep up.
he squints at you, or at least tries to, his eyes struggling to fully close. "wasn't. was sleepin'," he mutters, already drifting again, his voice soft and unfocused.
"no, you were not, your eyes were literally open," you press, a little more awake than you planned to be.
he lets out a quiet, sleepy exhale. "do that sometimes," his head tilts slightly toward your shoulder, eyes still barely open, lashes heavy. "go back t'sleep."
"james, that's creepy," you whisper.
he doesn't respond this time, already slipping under again, breathing evening out.
you stare at him for a second longer, watching the way his eyes stay just slightly open, unfocused and distant all over again.
carefully, you lift your hand and brush your fingers over his eyelids, gently coaxing them shut. they stay closed this time, and something about that makes you feel oddly relieved.
you settle back down beside him, still a little unsettled, but more amused than anything, already knowing you're going to bring this up again in the morning.
KIM JUHOON
you wake up slowly, dragged out of sleep by a deep, rumbling sound that doesn't quite make sense at first. it's low, uneven, almost rhythmic.
annoying? yes. why? because it's vibrating right next to your ear.
your brows knit together as you blink into the dark, trying to figure out what you're hearing. then it clicks, and you let out a slow, disbelieving exhale.
you turn your head just enough to confirm it. juhoon, dead asleep beside you, snoring with no shame.
you stare at him for a second, hoping somehow that if you just wait, it'll stop on its own. it doesn't. if anything, it gets louder, the sound dipping and rising.
"juhoon," you mumble, voice rough with sleep, reaching over to nudge his arm. "be quiet."
he doesn't react at all, completely unreachable.
you push yourself up onto your elbow, squinting at him with annoyance, your patience already thinning.
"juhoon," you try again, a little sharper this time, giving his shoulder a firmer shake. "stop snoring, seriously."
he just breathes in deeply and there it is again, loud and uninterrupted.
"oh my god," you mutter, dragging a hand over your face as you glance around like the solution might magically appear.
your eyes land on the extra pillow beside you, and you go still for a second, considering it. "don't make me do this," you whisper, even though he obviously can't hear you.
with a quiet huff, you grab the pillow and lift it, hesitating only briefly before pressing it straight against his face.
"be quiet," you insist, pushing it down just enough to muffle the sound. for a split second, it actually works. the snoring cuts off, the room falling blessedly silent.
then, without warning, his hand comes up.
still completely asleep, juhoon swats at the pillow with surprising accuracy, knocking it right out of your hands. the force of it makes you jerk back slightly, the pillow tumbling into your lap as you blink at him.
he doesn't wake up, doesn't even open his eyes, just shifts a little. and right on cue, the snoring starts again, just as loud as before.
you sit there for a moment, stunned into silence, trying to process what just happened. you watch the way he sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos he's causing.
with a frustrated sigh, you flop back down onto your side, turning away from him and yanking the blanket up over your ear.
"i hope you wake yourself up," you grumble, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to block it out.
behind you, he keeps snoring without interruption, completely unbothered and impossible to reason with.
somehow, even as the sound drives you insane, you don't move any farther away because as annoying as he is, you're still right there beside him.
EDWARDS MARTIN
you finally shut the game off, the screen going dark after what felt like hours of tension that never really let up.
the silence that follows feels heavier than it should, the atmosphere of the game still lingering in the room with you. you stretch your fingers, trying to shake off the stiffness, but your mind keeps replaying the last scene.
you glance over your shoulder at the bed, where martin is fast asleep, half buried in the blankets, completely unaffected by the tension that's still clinging to you.
"must be nice," you mutter under your breath, reaching for your phone just to ground yourself in something normal.
you move around the room not long after, going through your usual routine, but it feels like the room isn't as safe as it was an hour ago. the shadows look deeper, the corners of the room a little too quiet, your senses still stuck in that heightened, paranoid state.
you turn off the last light and climb into bed, pulling the blanket up as you settle beside him. for a moment, it's fine. just you, the quiet, and martin's steady breathing beside you. then you hear a soft tap.
you freeze instantly, your entire body going still as your ears strain for the sound again. another knock follows, and it sounds like it's coming from inside the walls.
your stomach tightens, every nerve suddenly on edge as your imagination runs straight back to everything you just played. you slowly push yourself up, eyes locked on the wall across the room as you wait for it again.
the sound echoes faintly, making your skin prickle. you immediately lurch closer, grabbing onto him and pressing yourself against his side, your hands clutching his shirt.
"martin," you whisper, turning quickly toward him, your voice urgent. "martin, wake up."
he doesn't respond, still completely asleep, face buried in the pillow. "okay, no, seriously—wake up," you insist, reaching over and shaking his shoulder a little harder.
he stirs, letting out a groggy sound, clearly pulled from deep sleep. "what—" he mumbles, voice thick and unfocused, barely opening his eyes.
another soft knock sounds, and you tighten your grip on him instantly. "do you hear that?" you whisper urgently.
he blinks slowly, still out of it, trying to process both you clinging to him and whatever you're saying. "hear what?" he mutters, head tilting slightly as he tries to wake up. another tap.
this time, he goes still for a second, his expression shifting just enough to show he noticed it too. his brows furrow faintly as he glances toward the headboard.
"oh," he exhales, voice still raspy with sleep, but there's a hint of realization. he lifts his hand slightly, and you feel it brush against the headboard again. it's the same exact sound.
you blink, following the movement, your fear faltering as confusion starts to take over. "wait," you mumble, loosening your grip.
he lets out a quiet, breathy laugh, the sound growing as he wakes up a little more. "my bad."
you stare at him, your brain trying to catch up as the adrenaline slowly drains out of you. "you're knocking on the wall in your sleep? you never stop playing the beat?"
"yeah," he nods, glancing at you with a sleepy smile, "and you thought it was . . . what, a ghost?"
that does it. you pull back to smack his arm lightly. "i just finished a horror game!" you whisper-shout, embarrassed and defensive as you settle back down beside him.
even when his hand twitches faintly near the headboard, you just sigh and grab it, holding it still to make sure the knocking doesn't start again.
EOM SEONGHYEON
you're curled up on your side, phone propped against a pillow as the crime documentary plays quietly in the dark. the narrator's voice is low and eerie, each word dragging you deeper into the story despite how late it already is.
beside you, seonghyeon is completely out, having knocked out early the second his head hit the pillow, too tired to even pretend to stay awake with you.
"you're really missing everything," you mumble under your breath, glancing at him briefly before turning your attention back to the screen.
the room is dim, lit only by your phone, shadows stretching along the walls in a way that makes you slightly more aware of your surroundings. still, you keep watching, completely pulled in.
the documentary shifts into a darker segment, the music dropping into something tense and unsettling as the narration lowers. you pull the blanket up slightly, your eyes glued to the screen.
"why would you go in there?" you whisper to yourself, watching a reenactment play out in grainy detail.
the house on the screen creaks, footsteps echoing through empty hallways, and you can feel your nerves start to build.
you swallow, adjusting the blanket around you, telling yourself it's just a documentary. then, right when the tension peaks, you hear a soft whisper right next to you.
you go completely still, your heart skipping before slamming hard against your chest. you slowly turn your head away from the screen. another faint murmur follows, barely audible but unmistakable, like someone speaking under their breath.
you let out a sharp scream and immediately dive under the blanket, yanking it over your head like it's going to protect you from whatever that was.
seonghyeon jolts awake beside you, startled by the sudden scream cutting through the quiet. "what—what happened?" he mumbles, voice rough with sleep as he turns to you, still half out of it.
you don't come out from under the blanket, clutching it tighter as your breathing stays uneven. "i heard something," you insist, your voice muffled but urgent.
he blinks, trying to process the situation, one hand reaching over instinctively until it finds your back. "hey . . . hey," he murmurs, gently rubbing your back in slow, grounding motions. "why are you screaming?"
"there was whispering," you pull the blanket down just enough to peek out at him, eyes wide. "like—right here. someone was talking."
he squints at you, still waking up, his expression shifting from confusion to something more thoughtful. "talking?" he repeats, voice slow as he tries to recall anything.
you nod quickly, gripping his sleeve. "yes, i heard it, i swear."
"you should go to sleep too," he mumbles, voice soft, trying to calm you down. "you're just freaking yourself out."
"i'm not!"
he lets out a quiet breath, his hand still moving gently along your back. "that was probably me."
you blink at him, thrown off. "what do you mean you?" you ask, your fear starting to fade into confusion.
he rubs his face with his free hand, letting out a small, sleepy huff. "i talk in my sleep sometimes," he mutters, glancing at you with half lidded eyes.
you stare at him, your brain slowly catching up as the panic drains out of your system. "you're telling me you were whispering in your sleep?"
he shrugs faintly, already starting to sink back into the pillow. "yeah. it happens," he mumbles, clearly ready to fall asleep again.
you let out a shaky breath as you process everything. "you scared me."
he huffs out a small, amused breath, his hand giving your back one last gentle rub. "you scared me," he murmurs back, voice soft with lingering sleep.
you hesitate for a second before finally lowering the blanket completely, leaning into him a little. you glance at your phone, the documentary still playing, and immediately reach over to pause it.
"i'm not watching that anymore," you mutter, settling closer to him instead.
AHN KEONHO
you're sitting cross legged on the bed, a small box of hair chalks spread out in front of you.
keonho is completely knocked out beside you, face relaxed, breathing slow, one arm tucked under his head because he thinks nothing in the world could bother him.
"you really shouldn't fall asleep this early around me," you whisper, already picking out a color and leaning closer. carefully, you drag the chalk through a small section of his hair, trying not to laugh at how easy this is. "this is what you get."
he doesn't react at all, just shifts slightly before settling again, completely unaware of what you're doing.
you reach for another color, debating whether to go subtle or completely ruin his image, when a faint sound makes you pause. it's quiet, almost easy to miss, but then it comes again. gritty and uneven.
you lean closer, squinting slightly as you listen. "are you grinding your teeth?" you whisper, lowering the chalk slowly.
you watch him, and sure enough, his jaw tightens slightly before the sound comes back again.
you're immediately reminded of your own habit. you've been told you do the exact same thing, and more importantly, it reminds you of the one method that always gets you to stop.
you know he's not gonna like it.
you shift a little closer, lifting your hand cautiously as you look at his face one more time. without overthinking it too much, you give his cheek a quick, firm slap. his face scrunches instantly, his whole body jolting slightly as a confused sound escapes him.
"—what the hell?" he mumbles, eyes snapping open just enough to glare at you through sleep.
"you were grinding your teeth," you say immediately, pointing at him.
he blinks at you, still half asleep, one hand coming up to rub his cheek. " . . . you slapped me," he says slowly, making sure he didn't imagine it.
"yeah," you nod, completely serious. "it works."
he stares at you for a long second, trying to process that, his expression shifting between confusion and disbelief. "that's insane," he mutters, voice rough as he squints at you. "you could've just woken me up like a normal person."
you shrug, already reaching for the chalk again. "that takes too long. this one's quicker."
he scoffs weakly, still rubbing his cheek, clearly offended even through the fog of sleep. "you just wanted an excuse to hit me," he accuses, narrowing his eyes at you.
"no i didn't!" you shoot back immediately, not even looking at him as you go back to his hair. "you were making noise, i fixed it."
"i mean, i know it's not right to eat your leftovers, but still," he adds, starting a completely different conversation.
"pause. what did you just say?" you ask slowly, turning your head toward him.
he blinks, clearly trying to hold onto his train of thought. "your food," he mutters, waving his hand vaguely. "earlier. i ate yours too." he says it like it's nothing, like it's a normal, acceptable confession to make right after getting slapped awake.
you stare at him, your brain taking a second to catch up then your eyes widen. "you ate my leftovers? the ones i said i was saving?"
he frowns slightly, now realizing this might be a problem. " . . . you weren't there," he offers weakly, hoping that's somehow a valid defense. "so i thought—"
"you thought what? that they just became yours by default?"
he pushes himself up a little, still clearly half asleep but now mildly defensive. "i was hungry and you weren't eating them."
"i was going to!" you fire back immediately. "that's the point of leftovers, keonho! leftovers!"
he looks genuinely confused for a second. "then why didn't you eat them earlier?"
you stare at him, speechless. " . . . because i was saving them," you slowly repeat.
he lets out a small huff, running a hand through his hair, smearing a bit of chalk without realizing it. "you can't just claim food forever. there's a time limit."
"a time limit?" you echo, offended. "who decided that?"
"me. just now."
you let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "oh, that's great. so by your logic, anything i don't eat immediately is yours?"
"if i'm hungry, yeah," he nods once, proud of that answer.
you shake your head, grabbing the chalk again with renewed purpose. "you know what? fine. keep that same energy when you look in the mirror."
he frowns, confused, reaching up instinctively. "what did you—" his fingers brush against the chalked strands. "what did you do to my hair?"
you don't look at him, adding another streak. "don't worry about it. there's no time limit on this one."

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DEADLINE LOVERS ──── AHN KEONHO
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ you try to wake your boyfriend for a date he insisted on, only to discover that love apparently ranks below sleep. mutual destruction feels oddly romantic.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── ahn keonho , f reader.
I cannot wait for aquamarine!!!! u r goated
me staring at the blank doc for ultramarine
pairing — eom seonghyeon , f! reader
syn — seonghyeon doesn't understand girls, situationships, or mixed signals. good thing there's a hotline where pretty girls answer questions he's too embarrassed to ask anyone else. but what if the girl answering the call becomes the problem instead?
shelf — part one ❤︎ part two ❤︎ part three
RECOMMENDED FOR YOU (AND ME) ──── AHN KEONHO
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ known for sarcasm and teasing, keonho isn't exactly the sentimental type. naturally, you laugh because he's the last person you expect to say something sincere. but he doesn't laugh back.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── ahn keonho , f reader.
the video you're watching isn't even that interesting anymore. it's just one of those late night youtube spirals where one clip turns into another and suddenly you're three recommended videos deep about something you didn't even care about an hour ago. your phone is propped against your knee, the glow lighting the room while the autoplay countdown ticks down like it has a job to do.
the apartment is quiet except for the soft narration from the video and the faint rustle of someone shifting beside you on the couch. you barely notice him moving.
keonho has been lying there for a while, half sprawled across the cushions. one arm is behind his head, the other absentmindedly tracing lines against the fabric of the throw blanket near your leg. every now and then he glances at your screen, but not really to watch.
mostly he's watching you. your eyebrows scrunching when something dumb happens in the video, the way you rewind a part because you missed it while reading comments, the quiet laugh you do through your nose.
he doesn't interrupt the way he usually does, doesn't grab your phone or complain that you've been scrolling for hours. instead, his voice comes out softer than usual, almost like the thought slipped out before he could stop it.
"i can't believe i get to love you."
your brain immediately files them under the category of things keonho says when he's being dramatic, right next to his claims about being your biggest fan or his exaggerated sighs whenever you beat him at something.
you let out a quick laugh before you even look at him, the sound automatic and light, humoring a joke he hasn't finished yet. your thumb pauses the video halfway through a sentence, and you turn your head toward him with a grin that already assumes he's about to follow it up with some ridiculous joke.
you shake your head a little, amused, because keonho is many things. dramatic, sarcastic, chronically unserious but randomly being william shakespeare poetic in the middle of a youtube binge is not one of them.
"shut up," your shoulders bump his as you laugh, nudging him like you caught him mid-bit. "what video did you watch for you to start talking like that? is this a new trend?"
he doesn't laugh with you. normally he'd double down immediately and say something even more ridiculous, maybe reference something from a romantic movie or a book just to get another reaction out of you. but he just looks at you.
"you always think i'm joking when i say stuff like that," he says quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting in the smallest smile. "i know i say a lot of dumb stuff, but i'm actually serious this time. i mean it."
the laughter dies down in your throat a little, though you still look at him like you're waiting for the punchline to drop. you tilt your head, squinting at him, trying to catch the exact moment he'll break character because this is weird. keonho doing sincerity without a layer of sarcasm is like hearing someone speak a language you didn't know they knew.
"you're being weird right now," you tell him, though there's less laughter in your voice now and more curiosity creeping in. "are you about to ask me for something or did you lose a bet with seonghyeon?"
he lets out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head once. the hand behind his head drops so he can shift closer, elbow pressing into the couch cushion near yours.
"no, i'm just saying it because i was thinking about it,” he replies, "sometimes i look at you and it just hits me that out of everyone in the world, somehow i'm the one who gets to love you. that feels kind of crazy to me."
your phone screen dims from inactivity, the paused video forgotten in your hand.
keonho, who usually expresses affection by stealing your food, making fun of you, or nudging you until you complain. the same guy who'd rather joke than say anything remotely sentimental. hearing something this sincere from him feels like watching a glitch in reality.
you shift a little on the couch, suddenly aware of how quiet the room has gotten now that the video isn't playing. for a second you almost want to laugh again just to reset the atmosphere.
"you're seriously saying this right now?" you ask, studying his face and still trying to see if he'll admit that this is all a prank. "out of nowhere? keonho, be honest. did something happen today?"
keonho shrugs a little. to him, the timing doesn't matter at all. his gaze flickers down to the phone in your hand before returning to your face, something warm lingering there that you don't see from him very often.
then the familiar spark returns to his expression.
"oh, nothing," he shrugs, the corner of his mouth curling into that recognizable, annoying little grin. he reaches over and flicks your forehead lightly before flopping back onto the pillow. "i just remembered i have incredible taste." he closes his eyes for a second, satisfied with the conclusion. "and loving you is clearly proof of that."
you snatch the nearest pillow, ready to smush him with it before your brain catches up to your instincts. you swing it up, about to hit but then he tilts his head just slightly, eyes soft, lips tugged into a tiny smile. the pillow wobbles in your grip, heavy all of a sudden, as if it knows it's useless against someone who looks at you like that.
he drags the blanket over half his face, pretending he's exhausted by your skepticism.
"i actually saw a couple on tiktok say it and thought i should try it," he says, voice muffled by the blanket as he peeks at you. he lifts one eyebrow, waiting for applause. "you're welcome for the emotional experience. figured i should remind you i'm a romantic sometimes."
you blink at him, caught between wanting to laugh, to hit him anyway, and to hug him tight because, somehow, the sentiment is that disarming. your fingers loosen, the pillow sagging onto your lap, and all the mischievous energy drains out, leaving only this weird, warm, almost dangerous silence between you.
you huff out a small laugh again, quieter this time, almost shy, because something in you knows he really meant it. the jokes about having incredible taste and the tiktok trend he claimed to follow were coverups for the fact that he's feeling something deeper than he usually lets on.
now, you see it clearly. he loves you more than anything, in a way that isn't loud or performative. how do you know? because of the way his eyes light up, soft and unguarded, whenever they land on you. the smile that always comes, unbidden, just at the sight of you.
guess the ‘not sentimental’ label doesn't really fit him after all.
BRACE YOURSELF ──── EOM SEONGHYEON
☆.ㅤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍.ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ during a harmless session of you using his hair as a testing ground for increasingly ridiculous hairstyles, seonghyeon asks if he should get veneers. you respond with an immediate no and suggest braces instead, which sends him straight into overthinking mode about rubber band colors and dentist tools. you just think he'd look adorable with blue bands.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ feat. 𖹭 pairing ── eom seonghyeon , f reader.
you're sitting behind seonghyeon on the couch with your legs folded on either side of him, using him as a very patient mannequin while your hands move through his hair with the confidence of someone who has absolutely no plan. the coffee table is littered with things you grabbed from random drawers. two tiny claw clips, three mismatched hair ties, and a pencil you used to part his hair down the middle like you're preparing him for a school picture from the 2000s.
his hair has reached that awkward length where it's just long enough for you to do things with it, which means you've been taking full advantage for the past twenty minutes. you already attempted pigtails, a lopsided bun, and bubble braids that didn't work. seonghyeon has stopped questioning you halfway through the process, resigned to the fact that resisting will only make you start over.
your fingers gather the front section of his hair again, twisting it into something that vaguely resembles a tiny fountain sprouting from the top of his head. you secure it with a neon hair tie that absolutely does not belong to him, leaning forward to inspect your work. he sits there with the quiet patience of someone who has accepted his dignity left the room.
his phone rests forgotten on his thigh while he stares blankly at the wall ahead of him. every once in a while he shifts slightly when you tug too hard, but otherwise he's been unusually cooperative. the only sound in the room is the faint snapping of hair ties and your quiet humming while you concentrate.
"hey," he says suddenly. his voice comes out thoughtful in a way that immediately tells you he's been thinking about something for longer than he's letting on. he tilts his head slightly when your fingers pull another section of hair upward, trying not to ruin whatever strange structure you're building on his scalp.
his hand lifts briefly to hover near his mouth before dropping back to his lap again. then he glances up at you over his shoulder, eyebrows slightly knit. "do you think i should get veneers?"
your hands freeze in his hair. you stare down at the back of his head. for a second you think you misheard him because the sentence feels wildly out of place in the middle of whatever hairstyle crime you're committing. the hair tie stretched between your fingers snaps lightly against your wrist as you slowly lower your hands.
seonghyeon is still looking up at you expectantly, completely unaware that he just opened a conversation you're about to shut down immediately.
"nope." the answer leaves your mouth so quickly it almost overlaps with his question.
your hands go right back to his hair like nothing happened, twisting another strand and clipping it into place with unnecessary force. seonghyeon's eyebrows lift slowly at the firmness of your response, his head turning slightly again even though it makes your grip on his hair awkward. he clearly expected hesitation, or at least curiosity, not immediate rejection.
his lips part, about to argue but he stops himself. he shifts just enough to look at you again. " . . . that was fast."
you lean forward, grabbing another section of hair and pulling it straight up so it sticks out like a tiny antenna. the look on your face is one of complete certainty like the answer could never have been anything else.
seonghyeon squints slightly while watching you build what now looks suspiciously like a cluster of miniature palm trees on his head. the silence stretches for a second while he processes your reaction.
he takes his phone and turns it on, frowning slightly at the screen "but look," he says, tapping one of the photos. "they look good."
"they look fake," you secure the new hair tie and sit back to admire your work.
from your angle, he currently has five tiny ponytails sticking out in different directions like a confused cartoon character that got electrocuted. you tilt your head, adjusting one of them so it stands straighter.
seonghyeon reaches up instinctively, feeling the small bump of a hair tie near the top of his head before dropping his hand again. "they're not fake. it's just cosmetic."
"cosmetic that involves shaving your actual teeth down," you lean forward again, resting your chin briefly on the top of his head while you gather another piece of hair.
you can practically see the moment he remembers that part. he lowers the phone slightly. "they actually do that? i thought people only said that so others wouldn't get them."
the question hangs between you while you think about how to explain it.
"they file your real teeth into little stubs and glue the veneers over them," your fingers comb through the strands slowly, separating them with care. he stays still, though his shoulders lift slightly when your nails scrape gently across his scalp.
"stubs?" his tongue presses unconsciously against his teeth as if he's checking that they're still normal inside his mouth. the tiny ponytail you just made droops slightly to the side while you adjust the clip again.
"little tooth nubs," your fingers begin braiding a small piece of hair on the side of his head, mostly because you're curious if it'll stay.
seonghyeon's hand stays near his mouth while he processes the mental image. his brows pull together the way they do when something deeply unsettles him. he stares forward at the blank wall hoping the answer might appear there.
"why would they do that?"
"so the veneers fit," you finish the tiny braid and tie the end with the smallest hair tie you could find. it sticks out horizontally from the side of his head like a decorative handle.
he slowly lowers his hand back to his lap while continuing to think about the concept of shaved teeth.
"that's horrible." he says quietly. "but my teeth aren't straight."
you tilt your head at him. "they're fine."
"they're not," he insists immediately and turns to face you, pointing to his mouth like you somehow missed it. "look. this one's a little crooked."
he opens his mouth slightly in confusion while you examine his teeth like a very unqualified dentist.
after a few seconds, you lean back again. "i literally can't see what you're talking about."
"it's there," he insists. "you just can't tell from far away."
"you're right in front of me," you gently guide his head back to face forward. "if you really want to fix it, you can get braces. they're cuter."
the statement lands with the same suddenness as his original question. seonghyeon tilts his head slightly, which makes three of the ponytails bounce. your hands steady them automatically before they fall apart. his expression shifts into something halfway between curiosity and confusion.
"braces?"
"yeah," you tug gently at one of the tiny ponytails to make it stand straighter.
his eyes narrow slightly while he considers the idea. the word braces seems to unlock a dozen new questions in his brain immediately. you can practically see the gears starting to turn behind his eyes.
"what color would they be?"
you stare at the back of his head.
for a moment you wonder how he managed to skip ten steps ahead in the conversation that quickly. your fingers absentmindedly spin one of the tiny ponytails around itself while you think.
the seriousness on his face is completely disproportionate to the topic. "you know, the little rubber things. the bands."
you shrug. "whatever color you want."
"that's a lot of pressure."
the braid you made earlier swings a little when his head moves again. seonghyeon reaches up carefully to feel it, his fingers brushing against the small hair tie with slight confusion. you slap his wrist before he ruins the structure you built.
"what if i pick a bad color?"
"there's no bad color."
"there are bad colors," he says, horrified. "what if i accidentally pick neon green?"
you laugh softly behind him. "you're acting like they'll hold you down and force neon green on you."
"does the color stain?" he asks next. "what if i eat curry or soy sauce and it changes color?"
"you're asking the wrong person," you answer, tightening one of the hair ties.
"do you think black would look weird?" he continues.
"i think you're overthinking it."
"what about gray? or—"
you watch him spiral for another moment before cutting in. "you don't even have braces yet."
he stops mid thought. "oh."
but another thought hits him. "does it hurt?"
"probably a little."
"how little?"
"i don't know. they tighten them every month or something, right? with tools."
he turns to you so quickly his expression arrives three seconds later, staring at you like you just said they pull teeth with pliers. " . . . tools?"
"relax. they're orthodontists, not medieval torturers."
"but what color would you pick?"
"blue. metallic blue."
seonghyeon stares forward again while processing that suggestion. your fingers move slower now, mostly just adjusting the ridiculous hairstyle you've already finished.
he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees while his hands clasp together loosely. your ridiculous hairstyle wobbles but miraculously stays intact.
"how long do people have them?"
"like a year or two. depends."
he turns his head halfway toward you in disbelief. the movement makes two hair ties slide slightly downward, forcing you to fix them again immediately. he sits there silently for a moment, staring at the floor while imagining two full years of metal brackets on his teeth.
"you really think it'd be cute?"
"you'll be the cutest guy with braces."
seonghyeon doesn't see your smile but he hears it in your voice when you answer. his expression softens just a little while he processes that.
later that night, you catch him in the bathroom mirror barely opening his mouth, studying his teeth and trying to imagine tiny blue brackets lining them.

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