archived. 2021-2022.

Setting the last few things with a pleased smile on his face, Jay looked up with an owlish blink the moment he felt arms wrapped around his waist, turning his head to face y/n and smiling the moment he felt a kiss being pressed against his cheek. Clearing his hands and turning around, the blond squeaked when y/n had him pressed up against the dining table, her arms encasing him in.

Not that he was complaining.

“Hello there hot stuff~” Jay snorted.

“Good morning to you too darling~” closing the distance with a kiss, he pulled her to sit, taking a seat on the opposite end. A comfortable silence passing as the two went about eating breakfast, Jay reached for a box he had  hidden behind the fruit bowl.

“Y/n love? Look at me for a moment?”

“What is it Jay?” Her eyes widening as she caught sight of the box in Jay’s hands, y/n’s looked to her boyfriend with a pout, not a sound escaping her as he walked over and attached the necklace around her neck.

“This…you…when?” Words failing her as she rubbed her thumb over the necklace, y/n could feel her heart melting by the second, Jay’s proud grin only making her fall further and further in love with him – if it was even possible.

“You’ve been working really hard on that cover story, and I’m so, so grateful that I met you. I, I wanted to show my appreciation.” Admitting his reasoning and burying his face in his coffee cup, Jay peered over the edge of the ceramic, confused for a moment when y/n seemed to have all but vanished. Looking around, he chuckled when a very thankful y/n attached herself to his back in a hug, peppering the base of his neck in ‘thank you’ kisses.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“I don’t know, have you~?”

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“Take five!” The slate clicked shut, and you sighed. Leaning back on your hands, mindlessly kicking the rocks beneath your feet, you slowly slipped out of character.

Beside you was your best friend, Sungchan. The two of you had been inseparable since the first project you worked on together, as kids. Your chemistry was undeniable. It was almost expected when the public unofficially petitioned for the both of you to work together more often. You thought that was totally fine; you always enjoyed working with Sungchan. He was your best friend, after all. He always makes the long days and nights working fun.

But the problem arises when you’re cast as love interests.

The thing is, you’ve been harboring a massive crush on him for many years now. Who wouldn’t? You’d try to reason with yourself that he’s everything someone could ever want. He’s tall, handsome, incredibly sweet, and admittedly the biggest dork you have ever met. So, it seemed natural that you had a crush on him at least once in your lifetime.

However, you figured it was all in vain, because how could he feel the same? You’re half of what he is, you thought. He would never look at you as anything other than the awkward little girl he’d come to know you as your whole life.

When first reading over the script, Sungchan was with you, like always. As soon as your scripts came in the mail, he ran straight to your house to look at it with you. As you both skimmed it, you made notes along the sides to remember, talking about the best ways to go about the scene. And upon realizing there was a kiss scene right in the middle, you let out the biggest gasp. At the time, you managed to play it off as being averse to kissing Sungchan, the boy who sneezed in his hands and wiped it on your jacket when you were sixteen years old. Not Sungchan, the man you were hiding your feelings from. Your romantic feelings.

Now that the time was here, you were unsure if you could film the scene. Surely you’re able to call in a stunt double, right? They do the things that are too dangerous for the actors, don’t they? Kissing your long time crush feels dangerous enough. You felt as if your heart was going to sink to your stomach and shoot right back up your throat.

A hand waved in your face, startling you and making you jump. “Hello? Can you come back to earth?”

Once your eyes focused, you were met with Sungchan’s concerned face only a few inches from yours. You lightly pushed him away and laughed it off. “Sorry, I spaced out.”

“For five whole minutes? It’s already time to film the scene.” He gestured to the director and camera crew watching expectantly. “You know, the kiss scene. The most anticipated scene in the series because I’m such a good kisser.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

Before you could offer a rebuttal, the director demanded your attention. “We’re on a tight schedule! Enough chit-chat, lovebirds.” You blushed, but it went unnoticed under the hot lights. “Sungchan, your character just realized he’s in love with his best friend after rejecting her. You chased her as she ran off and now that you’ve caught her, it’s time to kiss her.” With the quick recap of the scene, you both nodded along.

After a few moments of silence, the start of the scene was called with the clap of the slate. Snapping back into character, you began stomping away in the opposite direction. Sungchan’s footsteps were heard crunching the rocks under his feet as he followed closely behind you, begging you to listen to him. On a particularly dramatic swing of your arm, his hand wrapped around your wrist. He used this as leverage to twist your body and pull you into his embrace. And suddenly, he was kissing you.

His lips felt soft and plush against yours. Your heart started to skip a beat, fire starting in the center of your body and blooming out towards your fingertips. The script calls for a short, fleeting kiss, but neither of you pull away. You quickly find yourself lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, the faint scent of his cologne, and his hands holding you as if he was afraid you’d slip away. Subconsciously, you moved closer to him. Sungchan cupped your face, kissing you deeper. The kiss was soft and slow—so slow, it was almost as if the two of you were afraid to let the moment end.

And in a way, you were.

You wanted to pause time and kiss him until you got tired of it. How could you, though, when his lips meld perfectly with yours? All of your years spent pining led to this very moment, and you felt that it couldn’t be any more perfect. Sungchan must have felt the tension, too, with the way one hand dropped to your waist and pulled you even deeper into the kiss.

“Cut!” The tension between the two of you was sliced into pieces. “That was perfect! A bit much, but perfect. You two really interpreted the feelings flawlessly and made the scene so much better.”

Slowly, you and Sungchan pulled away from each other, ragged breaths mixing and hearts thumping wildly against your chest. With just one look, the two of you exchanged all of the words you ever wanted to say.

The confession

My favourite bit!

Aight, so Changbin’ got everything planned out for the confession

He thinks

When you show up to the studio, oh god he has heart eyes for you

Coherent words? What’s that?

This man is blushing as he tries getting his confession out

But oh god you look amazing, and did your smile always look that charming?

He short-circuits when you giggle and call him cute

Changbin.exe has stopped responding

Forgets what he was going to say and whines about how fucking attractive you are

And then he lets it slip and omg this man is a walking strawberry what have you done to him—

Whines as you pull him into a hug, bc of course you return his feelings

But he was going to give you this big, charismatic speech and now he can’t because its out in the open

Help he’s so cute

So you tell him to do it again and this time it’s you with a blush and a shy grin

Y’all boyfriends now

No you can’t hear Chan’s quiet cheering from across the hall shush—

The first date

First date! First date! First date!

Changbin is fr bouncing off the walls rn

The biggest fat fucking grin on his face as he’s getting ready to see you

Bless Chan for getting him a few days off work

He picks you up and takes you to your favourite café

Proper café date, I’m living for the aesthetic rn

He makes you laugh sm omg he’s so endearing

Please

Your laugh is his serotonin

If he could record your laugh and save it on his computer, he would

In fact, he might just do that—

You two leave the café with permanent smiles on your faces

You walk through the street together and get some street food

One of those really sweet old ladies behind a stall calls you a sweet couple and Changbin’s heart swells with pride

Takes your hand in his and thanks the old lady while you’re flustered – happily flustered, of course

Best first date you could ask for

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It took a thousand clicks of the wall clock to lull his overwhelmed brain to sleep.

And one harsh, metal snap to wake him up.

Starting the next day, all of Jaehyun’s worries and anxieties became reality. He had lost all physical sensation and his entire body. His inhalations and exhalations were defined by the grinding of metal that echoed ever so slightly in the grand void of his surroundings.

“Am I dead?”

The man’s eyes widened. He did not say that. He knew he didn’t. He couldn’t even say anything, but it was as if his thoughts were occupying the hollow  confines of… whatever prison he was trapped in. His lingering thoughts rebounded in the space, getting louder this time, and driving him mad. He had no hands to block his ears, no body to curl himself into and keep him safe. 

He was entirely, completely vulnerable to himself.

The agonising sentiment died away when he heard some booming footsteps approach, and he could observe the scene of a gift shop through a tiny keyhole. He felt his vision blur, making him dizzy, as though he was moving quickly from one place to another.

Until he was placed on a lower platform.

“That’ll be ₩10,000.”

“Thank you,”

The quick switching of hands, from the salesman to the woman who bought the box he was locked in, made Jaehyun feel a rush of emotions in his head. “Where are you taking me? Who are you? Was I just sold??”

The man experienced a second rush of anxiety and his deafening thoughts attacked him again. He wanted to dissociate with himself, but at the moment, he had no self. No purpose. He continuously expected the worst as his attack drew near.

That was until the lady left the shop and flipped a switch on the tiny box she had purchased. Jaehyun was silenced immediately, and in his panic, he expected to be rushed over with even more stress. 

However, a cool wave of happiness came over him. For the first time since the morning, Jaehyun felt relaxed. Happy, even. He even felt the desire to sing a little, as he usually does at the break of dawn. Even at a later time in the day, he could be her morning call.

But a melody he had never heard before rang from the box.

“So whenever you ask me again

How I feel

Please remember

My answer is you”

Jaehyun paused, confused by what had just occurred, until he heard the woman who bought him speak again.

“Who would’ve thought that a music box could sing with such a pretty voice?” she whispered. Jaehyun didn’t know whether this was a rhetorical question or not, but he made his best attempt to answer her anyway:

“In all honesty, miss, I’m really not sure,”

Unfortunately, the lady didn’t hear him. She simply placed the box into her purse and walked on. It was later on when the man had registered what she had called, and to his horror, Jaehyun realised:

“Wait. I’m… a music box?”

Timeskip…

About a year had passed since the lady - who he now knew as Y/N - had bought the music box from the store. Over the first few days of sitting on her bedside table, Jaehyun believed he’d dread every moment he spent as an inanimate object, despising every other time she would click the box’s setting to make him play the same song. Shortly after, he didn’t really mind. It was a sweet melody, but he didn’t write it, and had never heard it before. It felt ungenuine to him.

Over time, Jaehyun realised that the only one he could sing was insufficient in expressing his message. He wanted to convey more - to give more music to Y/N’s heart. He wrote songs in his spare time, while he and Y/N were in the same room: while he watched her struggle and succeed throughout her journey in university and laugh on the phone with her friends with a smile larger than life. Jaehyun fell deeper and deeper in her warm embrace that she offered simply with her words and attention. He was starting to love Y/N. 

“I love you, Y/N L/N”, he whispered. He let the sentiment flow through the expanse, allowing it to echo in the passages of the music box, of his soul. He played it over and over again in the space of his being, hoping that he could tell you one day and that you’d hear him. 

“먼 길을 다시 돌아간다 해도

난 여전히 같은 맘일 테니까

We'll be alright

I want to try again”

“Good even—”

“Oh my, I.M sir-! H-Here, you can have these for free, no need to pay!” Frantically handing the servings of grilled meat over, the street vendor shook in their place. It was I.M, standing there in his ever-grinning glory.

“—ing.” Taking the bag with an amused sigh, Changkyun bowed his head in thanks. “Well, I best be off. You know how it is, don’t you, shop keep?”

“Yes— yes…”

“Good. Have a nice night.”

The alleyways whispered and stared in disbelief, the fear a thick fragrance as Changkyun inhaled. Silhouettes disappeared behind doors and fences as the radio host turned his head to take a look around, too afraid to confront the possibility of meeting Changkyun’s eyes. Panicked folk left in the streets who hadn’t already fled were frozen to the floor, bowing their heads, and keeping their gaze trained on the ground – the only relief coming from the gust of air that followed after Changkyun passed by them without an ounce of care. They weren’t going to be his playthings that night.

Pushing the double doors to the hotel, Changkyun’s eyes softened at the sight of the establishment’s owner – his darling little y/n. Hard at work as always. Handing his coat to the eager bell boy and walking over to the reception desk, Changkyun leaned against the wood, rapping his knuckles against the mahogany.

“Oh – Changkyun!” Eyes lighting up as they looked away from the booking list on their screen, y/n bounced out of their seat. A faint blush on their face as Changkyun reached out and caressed their hair, the hotelier cleared their throat, hiding any flustered emotion behind a smile – just like he taught them.

“Shall I book you your usual top floor suite?”

“I’d be ever-so-grateful my darling.” He shook the bag in his hands. “I’ve come across some delectable grilled meats, you know; a red wine would pair with this wonderfully~” With a wink and a smile, Changkyun was off – taking the key to the top floor suite he frequented, twirling the key in hand.

What a day.

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“…wow~ no morning kiss for the boyfriend who lovingly prepared the coffee you’re drinking, y/n?”

“Hm?... Oh, my go— Chanhee baby, I’m so sorry—” Nearly choking on the remainder of her morning coffee as she rushed to apologise, y/n lightly stumbled out of her seat – Chanhee watching with a satisfied smirk on his face. Pointing to his lips expectantly and holding y/n’s face in his hands, Chanhee pulled away after his long-awaited kiss, content with the bright red blush left on y/n’s face.

“You look like a strawberry.”

“Oi!”

“Anyway~ wanna get breakfast outside?”

Walking out of the café together as they finished breakfast, the couple wandered the high street hand-in-hand, commenting on the goods they saw in the various window displayed they passed by. The weather was nothing short of perfect, and with nothing to do all day but enjoy each other’s company, the weekend was all theirs. Pausing in his tracks as they passed a café – that was also a library? – Chanhee did a double-take, flickers of excitement in his eyes. Tapping y/n’s shoulder multiple times before opting to simply pull her – gently, of course – along and into the aesthetically pleasing establishment.

“A library…café?” Commenting on their surroundings as she followed Chanhee inside, y/n let herself get lost in the invitation of a book and her favourite hot drink. It looked like a dream. A dream that she could reach out and touch.

“Why don’t you find us something to read, and I’ll order?”

“Sure~”

Absorbed in the pages of the graphic novel and its angst-filled storyline, Chanhee stared down his iced americano as he blinked back tears. Who knew just how hard the book in his hands would pull at his heart? Looking over as he noticed y/n watching him from behind her own book, Chanhee turned to face his girlfriend, an amused arch in his brow forming not long after.

“What’s that look in your eyes for~?”

“I’m just in awe that my very handsome, ‘does-not-cry-at-sad-films’ boyfriend is crying over a comic.” Y/n teased, flashing an innocent smile as she went about burying her face in the book to hide the satisfied smirk on her face. Teasing Chanhee was just too much fun to pass up.

“Ah— hey! I was not crying! It’s not even that angsty—” rambling on as he started describing the book, Chanhee paused, his face a tinted blush as he realised exactly what he was doing. Rolling his eyes and scoffing at nothing, the brunet went back to reading the graphic novel, desperate to finish it and find something less depressing to read.

Humming as she shuffled over from her seat and sat directly beside Chanhee, y/n set down the finished book, instead opting to peer over Chanhee’s shoulder to get a look at what he was reading.

“Hold on—! I wasn’t finished reading the page!” Stopping him from turning the page as she continued reading, y/n removed her boyfriend’s hand from the book and took it in her own. Absorbed in finishing before she allowed Chanhee to turn the page, y/n released his hand with a soft tap as she came to the end of the page. Meeting her boyfriend’s loving gaze with an equally adoring smile, she blinked, hushed scoffs filling the silence while neither of the pair spoke up.

“Are we having a staring contest?” Breaking the silence with a snicker, Chanhee ruffled y/n’s hair as she pouted. “What?”

“Just turn the page already—!”

“Yes ma’am~”

“Sassy much…”

“Love you too darling~”

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Kim Hongjoong | 김홍중

It happens so fast; he’s stressed about not finishing the melody he was working on and oh darling he didn’t mean to throw his hands back. He’s frozen in place and oh god you flinched because of him… his voice is nothing but a whisper, the air clinging to his words as he apologises over and over and over again. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he would never hurt you, oh god he’d never think about hurting you—

The moment you let him hold you it’s like he’d lose you forever if he let go; whispering hushed comforts as he soothes your trembling figure. You were only in there to check on him because there was radio silence the entire day. You just missed him – and oh god his heart drops.

Jeong Yunho | 정윤호

He’s a gentle giant but after hours of futile perfecting of a routine he just can’t get right, Yunho is intimidating. He can’t help how he towers over you, ranting about how he’s fine and he just needs a few more minutes to get this right, and that’s when it happens. His voice raises and you take a step back, eyes quivering in the wake of his outburst. He breaks, somehow seeming half his size as he takes in the gravity of what he had just done.

His hands reach out for you, freezing as he pleads with the universe that you’ll accept his chance to make up for his mistake. A breath he didn’t know he was holding finally leaves him when you take his hand, Yunho cradling your head in his chest and apologising for scaring you. He’s stressed, and that’s no reason for him to treat you the way he did.

Kang Yeosang | 강여상

As much as Yeosang loves the back and forth he has with you, he also has his bad days. Bad days where he wants nothing more than for someone to look past the aloof front and tell him that everything’s going to be okay. But tonight, somehow even you’re oblivious and it just bubbles over. He snaps, going off over how you should have seen it and did you even care?

And he feels so guilty when he realises you’ve been flinching away with every step. The anger leaves his system near immediately and the apologies tumble out. But he doesn’t have long to wait before you’re pulling him into your arms, comforting your exhausted boyfriend, sorry for not realising how bad he was feeling. Everything was going to be okay.

Choi San | 최산

San’s a passionate man and bless him he gets invested in whatever the topic of discussion (or argument) happens to be. He gets lost in it sometimes. Tonight was just one of those nights, and a simple comment led to an intense argument that neither on you were intent on losing. Even if there was nothing to lose. And so he slams his hand down on the table as he tries to physically show you what he was describing, but the words die in his throat when he realises you’ve flinched, shuffling away from him

“Baby, I—…” tears start collecting in his own eyes, pulling you into his arms and putting the conversation to bed. Whether he was right or not no longer mattered, not when he’s startled you so badly.

Song Mingi | 송민기

Mingi doesn’t get angry often, and he tries not to. As tall as you may be, he towers over you and it doesn’t play into his favour when he isn’t trying to be the dominant force in the room. He’s just had a long day and his voice has an edge to it and he doesn’t mean for it to sound so aggressive, but it does. What he intends to be a simple request comes out harsher than it sounded in his head and the volume makes you flinch.

Several deep breaths later and he’s brought you beside him, apologising for his outburst and admitting he was at his wits end. You were just trying to help and he knows that.

Jung Wooyoung | 정우영

You know Wooyoung has a tendency to be loud, a rarely tamed excitement that charmed you the first time you met the man. But sometimes it gets a bit much. He knows this too, and he can usually see the signs that you’d prefer a quieter day, but it slipped by him today. You’d both had a fast-paced, exciting day and in the midst of it all, it suddenly dawns that you need space to process everything and breathe. Enter Wooyoung in all his excited glory and—

His voice shrinks when he sees you flinch, the entire way he holds himself coated in concern. He whispers, holding you close and making sure you know he didn’t mean to startle you. He’ll get some blankets, switch on your favourite film and the pair of you can unwind from the day you had.

Choi Jongho | 최종호

Jongho never intends on shutting you out when he doesn’t feel emotionally present, he just needs time for himself to process and understand how he’s feeling in the moment so he can deal with it. And he loves you so much for being so open and willing to discuss your emotions, but today just wasn’t his day. As much as he loves listening to your voice, it’s just too overwhelming and he just wants quiet for one moment—

And you flinched. So he kicks himself (mentally) and pulls you into his arms. It wasn’t your fault; you were just trying to help, and he knows that. But all he wants you to know is that sometimes he needs those moments to bring himself back down to reality. With a kiss to your forehead, he makes sure you know he’s only in his room if you need something as well.

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