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SEVENTEEN

ATEEZ

STRAY KIDS

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Under Your Protection | Military!Woozi x Reader | fluff

The evening air was warm, carrying the familiar scent of grilled meat from the Korean BBQ restaurant Y/N stood in front of. The small place was located only a few minutes away from the military base, making it a popular spot for soldiers whenever they were allowed to leave.

She glanced down at her phone.

Jihoon ❤️

Sorry. Running a little late. Give me fifteen minutes.

A smile tugged at her lips.

Fifteen minutes.

After surviving months of military service and long-distance calls, fifteen minutes felt like nothing.

She slipped her phone back into her purse and looked around the busy street. Couples walked past hand in hand. Friends laughed together. Cars rolled by under the golden glow of the streetlights.

"Excuse me."

Y/N turned her head.

A man stood beside her. He looked to be around her age.

"You're waiting alone?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, no. I'm meeting someone."

The smile remained on his face.

"Then I can keep you company until they arrive."

Y/N laughed awkwardly.

"No, thank you."

Most people would have taken the hint. Unfortunately, he wasn't most people.

"Come on. It'll only be a few minutes."

"I'm okay."

"You don't seem okay. You look bored."

She shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm really not interested."

The man stepped closer.

"Why not? I'm just trying to be nice."

The uncomfortable feeling in her stomach grew immediately. People always said women should simply say no. The problem was that sometimes no wasn't enough.

"I have a fiancé."

The man scoffed.

"Then where is he?"

Y/N's jaw tightened.

"On his way."

"Sure."

He clearly didn't believe her. Instead of leaving, he moved even closer. Close enough that she took a step back.

"How about you give me your number anyway?"

"No."

"Just one drink."

"No."

"Why are you acting like—"

"Is there a problem?"

The voice froze both of them instantly. Y/N's head snapped toward the source. And there he was. Lee Jihoon. The military uniform fit him perfectly.

The dark fabric hugged his frame neatly. His posture was straight, shoulders broad, expression unreadable. For a second, Y/N completely forgot about the stranger.

Because wow. The uniform.

The man beside her noticed it too.

More specifically the military uniform. His confidence immediately disappeared.

Jihoon walked toward them calmly. Not rushing. Not yelling. Just approaching with an expression that made it clear he wasn't in the mood for games.

The stranger cleared his throat.

"I was just talking."

Jihoon's eyes moved briefly toward Y/N. Checking if she was okay.

Then back to the man.

"She said no."

His voice was calm.

The kind of calm that somehow felt more intimidating than shouting.

The stranger shifted awkwardly.

"Right."

A beat passed. Then another. Finally the man mumbled something under his breath and quickly walked away.

Jihoon watched him leave before turning to Y/N. The serious look vanished almost immediately.

"You okay?"

Y/N blinked.

Then smiled.

"I'm okay."

His shoulders relaxed.

"Good."

For a moment neither of them moved. Then Y/N looked him up and down. Jihoon narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"You're staring."

"I'm just appreciating the view."

The tips of his ears immediately turned pink.

"Stop."

"I'm serious."

"Y/N."

She grinned.

"The uniform looks really good on you."

He sighed.

"You got harassed and that's your takeaway?"

"Yes."

Jihoon looked like he regretted showing up. Y/N laughed and slipped her hand into his.

"Come on. Let's eat."

The restaurant was warm and crowded. They were seated in a small booth near the corner. Almost immediately Jihoon took control of the grill. As expected. Y/N hadn't touched a single piece of meat before he was already cooking. He flipped slices expertly. Cut them into smaller pieces. Made sure nothing burned. Then transferred the best pieces directly onto her plate. Without hesitation. Like it was second nature.

Y/N watched him for a moment.

"You know."

"Hm?"

"You act like an old married man."

Jihoon didn't even look up.

"Eat."

"There it is."

"What?"

"The husband behavior."

He rolled his eyes.

Yet another piece of meat landed on her plate.

"Jihoon."

"What."

"I can feed myself."

"I know."

"Then why are you feeding me?"

"Because you'll forget to eat if nobody reminds you."

Y/N opened her mouth to argue. Then immediately closed it. Because unfortunately he wasn't wrong.

Jihoon's lips twitched.

"Exactly."

She pointed accusingly at him.

"You're enjoying this."

"A little."

The conversation drifted naturally after that. They talked about his unit. About the members. About things happening back home. About absolutely nothing. The kind of conversation that only happened when two people already knew each other completely.

At one point Y/N leaned her chin into her hand.

"So."

Jihoon immediately looked suspicious.

"What."

"I liked seeing you jealous."

"I wasn't jealous."

"Protective then."

"I wasn't protective."

"You literally appeared out of nowhere like some drama protagonist."

"I walked here."

"You scared him."

"He scared himself."

Y/N burst out laughing.

Jihoon tried to remain serious. Failed. A small smile appeared.

"There it is."

"There what is?"

"The smile."

He immediately looked away.

Y/N's grin widened.

"I knew you liked it."

"Liked what?"

"Me complimenting the uniform."

Jihoon nearly choked on his drink.

She laughed so hard she had to grab the table.

"You absolutely liked it."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"You looked happy."

"I was not happy."

"You were."

Jihoon sighed dramatically. Then muttered, "Maybe a little."

Y/N gasped. "A confession."

"Don't make me take it back."

Her heart melted instantly. God. She missed him. Missed this. Missed them.

The teasing slowly faded as the evening grew later. Their hands found each other across the table. Neither acknowledging it. Neither needing to.

The restaurant eventually emptied around them. Yet neither wanted to leave. Because every visit felt too short. Every goodbye came too quickly.

When they finally stepped outside, the city lights glittered above them. Jihoon's hand remained firmly intertwined with hers. The walk toward her hotel was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of silence built from years of love.

Halfway there, Jihoon suddenly stopped. Y/N turned. "What?"

His gaze dropped to her left hand. To the ring. The engagement ring he had placed there shortly before enlistment. Without saying anything, he lifted her hand. Pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckle. Against the ring. His eyes softened. The playful expression was gone. Leaving only Jihoon. The man she loved. The man she would marry.

"Just a little longer," he said quietly.

Her chest tightened.

The remaining months. The waiting. The distance. It would all end eventually.

Y/N squeezed his hand.

"I know."

S.Coups

The conversation immediately stops.

"...What did you call me?"

The grin on his face lasts for the next month.

Jeonghan

"Oh?"

He'll never let her live it down.

From that day onward, he starts calling her "baby" too.

Joshua

He blushes so hard.

Y/N apologizes immediately.

Joshua:

"No, no, it's okay."

He's smiling way too much.

Jun

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His brain completely crashes.

Hoshi

"YOU CALLED ME WHAT?"

The entire dorm hears about it.

Wonwoo

He looks up from his phone.

Raises an eyebrow.

Smiles slightly.

Y/N almost wishes he would've teased her instead.

Woozi

He acts annoyed.

"Can you not?"

Five minutes later he's still thinking about it.

DK

He becomes a giggling mess.

The members never hear the end of it.

Mingyu

"Again."

"What?"

"Say it again."

The8

A smirk immediately appears.

"Oh? We're at that stage now?"

Seungkwan

He screams.

Actually screams.

The members come running because they think someone got hurt.

Vernon

"...Nice."

That's it.

Yet somehow Y/N gets more embarrassed.

Dino

He tries to play it cool.

Fails instantly.

S.Coups

The moment Y/N's head lands on his shoulder, he freezes.

"...She's asleep?"

The members tease him immediately, but he doesn't move an inch because he's terrified of waking her up. Secretly? He's smiling the entire time. If someone tries to move her, he's the first one to stop them.

"Leave her alone. She's comfortable."

Jeonghan

The second he notices she's asleep, a smug grin appears.

"Wow, she trusts me that much?"

He'll gently fix her hair, make sure she's comfortable, and spend the next hour showing off to everyone.

"See? She picked me."

Joshua

His heart absolutely melts.

He quietly lowers his voice, adjusts his position so she won't wake up, and lets her sleep as long as she wants.

The members catch him staring.

"What?"

"Dude, you're smiling."

Jun

He becomes completely flustered.

His ears turn red instantly.

He doesn't know where to put his hands, where to look, or how to breathe normally anymore.

Yet he refuses to move.

Hoshi

Five seconds before she falls asleep:

"Y/N! Look at this dance—"

Five seconds after:

"..."

He becomes the quietest person in the room.

Everyone is shocked.

Wonwoo

Internally? Panic.

Externally? 😐

He calmly keeps reading his book while his heart is doing cartwheels.

Later he'll remember every single second.

Woozi

"She's drooling on my hoodie."

But he makes absolutely no effort to move.

He'll complain the whole time while secretly finding it adorable.

DK

His smile gets so big it hurts.

He'll immediately whisper:

"Guys, guys, guys! She's sleeping!"

And then get scolded because he's too loud.

Mingyu

He instantly turns into a human pillow.

Need a blanket? Need water? Need a better position?

He's already taking care of it.

The8

He finds it surprisingly sweet.

He gently lets her sleep and enjoys the peaceful moment.

The members later notice him smiling to himself.

Seungkwan

The teasing starts immediately.

"Oh wow. So THIS is happening?"

But the moment Y/N shifts in her sleep, he's checking if she's okay.

Vernon

He doesn't react much.

At least that's what everyone thinks.

In reality, he's replaying the moment in his head for the next week.

Dino

His entire brain shuts down.

She's sleeping on HIM?

Jeonghan HC:

♡ Dating Jeonghan means accepting that you will never win a game fairly again.

♡ The moment he realizes he's losing, he suddenly starts inventing new rules that somehow only benefit him.

♡ He loves getting reactions out of you. Not because he wants to upset you, but because he genuinely finds your expressions adorable.

♡ He pretends to be lazy, but the second you're actually struggling with something, he's already helping before you even ask.

♡ Jeonghan loves playful arguments. Half the time he knows you're right, but he'll keep debating just because he enjoys seeing you get passionate about something.

♡ He remembers every embarrassing thing you've ever said and brings it up at the worst possible moments.

♡ He'll tease you relentlessly all day and then suddenly become incredibly gentle when it's just the two of you.

♡ Sometimes he worries that people only see the funny version of him and not the person underneath all the jokes.

♡ He remembers hurtful words far longer than he admits.

♡ Deep down, he wants someone who notices when he's struggling before he has to say anything.

♡ He needs reassurance too, even if he rarely asks for it.

♡ He remembers hurtful words far longer than he admits.

♡ After a serious argument, he would be the type to sit beside you in silence first before trying to fix things.

♡ When you're having a hard day, Jeonghan becomes much softer than people would expect.

♡ He'll gently play with your hair while listening to you talk.

♡ For someone who loves teasing people, he's surprisingly gentle when it comes to the people he truly loves.

♡ Instead of raising his voice, he lowers it.

♡ The scarier he is, the calmer he sounds.

♡ His facial expressions become much harder to read.

♡ He's the type of person who can absolutely destroy someone's argument without ever raising his voice.

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S.Coups

The hoodie practically swallows her.

He takes one look and immediately loses the ability to think.

"Keep it."

Jeonghan

"Oh, it looks better on you."

He's absolutely insufferable afterwards.

Joshua

The sweetest smile appears.

"You look comfortable."

His heart is melting.

Jun

He notices instantly.

But instead of saying anything, he secretly takes pictures.

Hoshi

"THAT'S MY HOODIE!"

Two seconds later:

"Wait...you look really cute."

Wonwoo

He pauses his game.

Looks at her.

Looks away.

Looks again.

"...Nice."

Woozi

"Why are you wearing my hoodie?"

Five minutes later:

"Don't get food on it."

Translation: Please keep wearing it.

DK

He acts like she just proposed marriage.

The members are sick of him.

Mingyu

He absolutely loves it.

Especially because his hoodie is huge on her.

He's taking pictures immediately.

The8

He notices right away.

A small smile appears.

He thinks it's adorable but won't admit it.

Seungkwan

"Wow."

"Wow what?"

"Nothing."

He's staring.

Vernon

He doesn't mention it for hours.

Then randomly says:

"You should wear it more often."

Dino

The confidence leaves his body instantly.

He can't even look at her properly.

tw injury, blood mention, stitches, hospital

Y/N had been working at the military clinic for almost three months when she came to one very specific conclusion:

Yoon Jeonghan was a menace.

Not because he was rude. Not because he was difficult. In fact, he was probably one of the easiest patients she had ever dealt with. He always greeted the staff politely, never complained during examinations, and somehow managed to charm every nurse he met within five minutes.

The problem was that he appeared far too often for someone who was supposedly healthy.

At first she hadn't thought much of it. Military training naturally came with injuries. A twisted ankle during an obstacle course wasn't unusual. Neither were sore muscles or minor headaches. But after his fourth visit in less than two weeks, she started noticing a pattern.

Especially when every examination ended exactly the same way.

Normal.

Completely normal.

Which was why she wasn't even surprised when a familiar knock sounded against her office door one Tuesday afternoon.

"Come in."

The door opened.

And there he was.

Again.

Y/N slowly lowered the chart she had been reading.

Jeonghan smiled.

She immediately sighed.

"What's wrong this time?"

"That hurts my feelings."

"Good. Maybe they'll stop bringing you here."

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically.

"I come here because I trust you."

"No, you come here because you enjoy annoying me."

"I would never."

Y/N pointed toward the chair.

"Sit."

He sat.

She opened his file.

Immediately regretted it.

The document was becoming absurdly long.

Ankle pain.

Shoulder pain.

Headaches.

Neck pain.

Fatigue.

Stomach pain.

More stomach pain.

Even more stomach pain.

At this point she was surprised the military hadn't started charging him rent for using the clinic so often.

"What is it?"

"My stomach."

She closed her eyes.

Of course.

"Again?"

"Again."

"Jeonghan."

"Doctor."

"Your stomach has been hurting for three weeks."

"It misses you."

The room fell silent.

Y/N slowly looked up.

Jeonghan looked pleased with himself.

"Did you really just say that?"

"No."

"You did."

"No evidence."

She rubbed her temples.

Sometimes she genuinely wondered how he had survived military training.

The examination took less than ten minutes. As expected, everything was perfectly normal. Blood pressure. Temperature. Pulse. Every result looked exactly the same as the last six times he'd shown up.

Y/N leaned back in her chair.

"You're healthy."

"I don't feel healthy."

"You ran five kilometers this morning."

"Maybe that's why."

"That's not why."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a doctor."

"You seem very confident."

Y/N stared at him for a moment before a realization finally clicked into place.

The symptoms.

The timing.

The visits.

The suspiciously convenient excuses.

Everything suddenly made sense.

A smile slowly spread across her face.

Jeonghan immediately became suspicious.

That wasn't a good sign.

"What?" he asked.

"Hm."

"What?"

"Hm."

"Why are you smiling?"

Y/N folded her arms.

"I don't think this is actually a medical problem."

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"No."

"Then what's wrong with me?"

She pretended to think about it.

"Hm. Based on my professional opinion, I think this case might be outside my area of expertise."

His expression remained perfectly calm.

"What does that mean?"

"I think you need a psychologist."

The silence that followed was beautiful.

Absolutely beautiful.

Jeonghan blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then pointed at himself.

"A psychologist?"

"Yes."

"I'm injured."

"No."

"My stomach hurts."

"No."

"It does."

"No."

Y/N reached for his file and tapped it with her pen.

"You've visited me seven times this month."

"I get sick often."

"You don't."

"How would you know?"

"Because I've examined you seven times this month."

For the first time since she'd met him, he didn't immediately have a response.

Victory.

Finally.

Y/N almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead she continued speaking.

"The symptoms only seem to appear when you're scheduled to see me."

"Coincidence."

"Sure."

"It is."

"Definitely."

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes.

Y/N smiled sweetly.

The battle continued for several seconds.

Eventually he sighed.

"You know, doctors aren't supposed to bully patients."

"And patients aren't supposed to invent illnesses."

"Allegedly."

"Jeonghan."

"Doctor."

"You are impossible."

A grin spread across his face.

"There she is."

"There who is?"

"The doctor who likes arguing with me."

Y/N rolled her eyes so hard it physically hurt.

The worst part was that he wasn't entirely wrong.

Somewhere between the fake stomach aches and the endless teasing, these appointments had become something she secretly expected.

Which was unfortunate.

Because she absolutely should not be looking forward to seeing one of her patients.

Especially this patient.

She closed his file and stood.

"Appointment over."

"Already?"

"You're healthy."

"That's disappointing."

"No, it's good."

"For you maybe."

Y/N walked toward the door and held it open.

Jeonghan remained seated.

"Are you leaving?"

"Eventually."

"Now."

He stood slowly, still smiling.

When he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped.

For a brief moment, the teasing disappeared.

The joking disappeared.

And he simply looked at her.

"See you next week?"

Y/N folded her arms.

"Hopefully not."

Jeonghan laughed.

But as he walked away, neither of them mentioned the fact that they both knew he'd be back.

One way or another.

The next time Jeonghan showed up at the clinic, Y/N was already having a terrible day.

Three soldiers were waiting outside her office. Someone had fainted during training that morning. Another had managed to sprain both ankles in a way she still couldn't fully understand. Her coffee had gone cold hours ago, and she'd barely had time to sit down between patients.

So when the door suddenly opened without warning, she didn't even bother looking up.

"What is it this time?" she asked while signing paperwork. "Your stomach? Your shoulder? A mysterious disease that only appears once a week?"

No answer came.

Y/N frowned.

Usually Jeonghan would've responded immediately.

Probably with something annoying.

Still not looking up, she continued writing.

"Unless you're actively dying, you can wait five min—"

The sentence died in her throat.

Because when she finally looked up, Jeonghan wasn't smiling.

Two other soldiers were helping him stand.

His uniform was dirty. There was blood on his sleeve. One side of his face was pale, and he was holding his ribs tightly as if letting go would make them fall apart.

Y/N was out of her chair instantly.

"What happened?"

"Training course," one of the soldiers answered. "He slipped during climbing practice."

Jeonghan attempted a grin.

It looked painful.

"Hey, Doctor."

"Sit down."

The words came out much sharper than intended.

For once, he didn't argue.

As soon as he sat down, Y/N began examining him. Her hands moved automatically, years of training taking over. She checked his pupils, looked for signs of concussion, carefully inspected the cuts on his arm, and then moved toward his ribs.

The moment her fingers touched his side, Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath.

Her stomach dropped.

That wasn't fake.

Not even slightly.

"How far did you fall?"

"Not that far."

The other soldier snorted.

"He fell almost three meters."

Y/N slowly turned toward him.

"Three meters?"

Jeonghan immediately pointed at his friend.

"Traitor."

"You screamed."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

Y/N ignored both of them.

The bruising was already beginning to form beneath his uniform. Thankfully, nothing felt broken, but the impact had clearly been hard enough to leave him with a serious rib contusion. The cut along his arm wasn't deep, but it would need stitches.

By the time she finished examining him, her earlier annoyance had completely disappeared.

Now she was just worried.

Which somehow annoyed her even more.

The two soldiers eventually left, leaving the room unusually quiet.

Y/N prepared the equipment needed for the stitches.

Jeonghan watched her from the examination table.

For once, he wasn't talking.

For once, he wasn't trying to be funny.

And somehow that bothered her.

"Does it hurt?" she finally asked.

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Concerned, Doctor?"

"Answer the question."

"A little."

She gave him a look.

He sighed.

"A lot."

"Good."

His mouth fell open.

"Good?"

"Maybe next time you'll stop treating military training like a vacation."

"I was climbing."

"You were showing off."

"I was not."

"You absolutely were."

A small smile appeared on his face.

There he was.

The Jeonghan she knew.

Unfortunately.

Y/N carefully cleaned the cut before beginning the stitches. Jeonghan remained surprisingly quiet throughout the process, though every now and then she noticed him watching her.

Not glancing.

Watching.

It was distracting.

"Stop staring."

"I'm not staring."

"You are."

"I'm appreciating your professionalism."

"Jeonghan."

"I'm serious."

"You literally fell off a wall."

"That doesn't mean I can't multitask."

Y/N shook her head.

Unbelievable.

Several minutes later she finished the final stitch and stepped back.

"There."

Jeonghan looked down.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"No lollipop?"

"This isn't kindergarten."

His disappointment looked entirely genuine.

Y/N couldn't help laughing.

The sound surprised both of them.

For a brief moment neither spoke.

Then the room became quiet again.

Different this time.

Softer.

Jeonghan was the first to break the silence.

"You know..."

Y/N continued writing notes in his file.

"Hm?"

"I think this is the first time you've actually believed I was injured."

"Because this is the first time you actually were injured."

"Fair."

She finished her notes and closed the file.

"You're restricted from intense physical activity for a while."

"That's tragic."

"You'll survive."

"I almost didn't."

"You bruised your ribs."

"I suffered."

"You complained."

"Same thing."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

But when she looked up, she caught him smiling.

Not his usual mischievous smile.

Something smaller.

Something more nervous.

Which immediately made her suspicious.

"What?"

Jeonghan rubbed the back of his neck.

The gesture looked strangely awkward coming from someone who usually had endless confidence.

"What?"

He looked away briefly before meeting her eyes again.

"You know I'm getting discharged soon."

Y/N nodded.

She knew.

Everyone knew.

His military service was almost over.

For some reason, she suddenly didn't like thinking about that.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

A short silence followed.

Then another.

And another.

Until finally Jeonghan spoke.

"I was thinking."

"Dangerous."

"Very."

Y/N smiled despite herself.

Jeonghan took a breath.

Then another.

Which was odd.

Yoon Jeonghan never seemed nervous.

Yet somehow he did now.

"When my military service is over..."

Y/N waited.

"...would you go on a date with me?"

The room became completely silent.

For a second, Y/N genuinely thought she'd imagined it.

Then she looked at him.

He was still smiling.

Though this time it looked far less confident than usual.

Almost vulnerable.

"You're asking me out while injured?"

"I figured if you said no, I'd already be in pain."

Y/N stared at him.

Then laughed.

Actually laughed.

Jeonghan immediately looked offended.

"That's not a good sign."

"No, it's just..."

She shook her head.

"Only you would choose this moment."

"So is that a yes?"

Y/N looked at him for a long moment.

At the bruises.

The bandages.

The stitches she had just finished.

At the man who had spent months inventing reasons to visit her.

The answer had probably been obvious for a while now.

She sighed.

"Took you long enough."

For the first time since she'd met him, Jeonghan looked completely speechless.

The clock above the mixing console had just passed midnight. Most of the lights in the HYBE building had already been turned off, leaving only a handful of occupied studios scattered throughout the floors. Somewhere down the hall, someone was probably still recording vocals. Another producer was likely mixing a track that needed to be delivered by morning.

And then there was Y/N, who was currently losing a fight against her own song.

She groaned and let her forehead fall onto the desk with a soft thud.

"This is horrible."

The project file remained silent.

The lyrics were good. At least she thought they were. Writing had never been the problem. Y/N had spent years building her reputation as a songwriter. Lyrics came naturally to her. She loved finding the perfect words, creating stories through music, turning emotions into something people could sing along to.

Producing, however, was a completely different beast.

For the last six months she'd been trying to learn everything she could. Watching tutorials. Reading articles. Sitting in on production meetings whenever someone would let her. Slowly figuring out how songs were built from the ground up.

Tonight had been dedicated to her newest project, and after six straight hours of working on it, she somehow hated it more than when she'd started.

Y/N clicked play again.

The intro sounded fine. The first verse sounded fine. The pre-chorus was decent.

Then the chorus hit.

And she immediately paused it.

"Nope."

She physically recoiled. Something was wrong. She could feel it. She just couldn't figure out what. The worst part was that she'd been listening to it for so long that everything was starting to sound the same.

Maybe she just needed another opinion.

Grabbing her phone, she opened her messages. Her friend was usually awake around this time and often helped when Y/N was stuck creatively. Without thinking much about it, she exported the newest demo, attached it, and typed:

Please tell me what's wrong with this before I throw my laptop out the window.

The chorus sounds weird and I'm losing my mind.

She hit send and tossed her phone onto the desk.

Done.

Problem solved.

Now all she had to do was wait.

While waiting, she got up and stretched her arms above her head. Every bone in her body cracked.

Wonderful.

A true sign of youth.

She walked over to the small coffee machine in the corner and poured herself what was probably her fourth coffee of the night. Or fifth. She had stopped counting.

By the time she returned to her desk, her phone buzzed.

Y/N immediately grabbed it.

"Finally."

She expected to see her friend's name.

Instead, her stomach dropped.

The sender wasn't her friend.

It wasn't even close.

Her eyes widened.

Lee Jihoon.

For a moment she genuinely thought she was hallucinating. Then she opened the message.

The lyrics are good.

The chorus is overcrowded.

The bass is fighting for its life.

Y/N stared.

Read it again.

Then once more.

"The bass is fighting for its life?" she repeated aloud.

What did that even mean?

More importantly—why was Lee Jihoon texting her?

She quickly opened the message thread, checked the recipient, then checked it again. Her soul nearly left her body.

"Oh my god."

She had sent the demo to him.

Not her friend.

Him.

Out of all people.

Producer. Songwriter. Creative genius. One of the most respected producers in the industry.

And she had basically emailed him:

help before I throw my laptop out the window.

Fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic.

Y/N immediately started typing.

I'm so sorry.

That wasn't supposed to go to you.

I meant to send it to a friend.

Sorry for bothering you.

The response came almost instantly.

You already did.

Y/N blinked.

Then laughed despite herself.

Wow.

He really was as blunt as everyone said.

She typed back.

Fair enough.

Sorry again.

A few seconds passed before another message appeared.

The chorus still needs work.

Y/N stared at the screen.

Was he still talking about the song?

I know.

That's why I wanted help.

The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.

Do you know why it sounds crowded?

Y/N looked at her screen, then at the project file, then back at her phone.

Not really.

Exactly.

She frowned.

What does that mean?

It means you're changing things without understanding the problem.

Y/N felt personally attacked.

Wow.

Thank you for the encouragement.

You're welcome.

She nearly threw her phone.

Over the next twenty minutes, the conversation somehow continued. Every answer he gave created three new questions. Every explanation somehow confused her more. Eventually she ended up staring at the screen with a headache.

Finally she sent:

I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about anymore.

The reply came immediately.

I noticed.

Y/N groaned.

A second later another message arrived.

Answer your phone.

Before she could process what that meant, her screen lit up.

Incoming FaceTime.

From Lee Jihoon.

"What?!"

She nearly dropped her coffee.

The call continued ringing. For several seconds she simply stared at it. Then, with absolutely no preparation whatsoever, she accepted.

The screen connected.

Jihoon appeared.

Black hoodie. Messy hair. Headphones hanging around his neck. A half-empty coffee cup sitting beside him.

He looked exactly like someone who hadn't slept properly in days.

The first thing he said was:

"You look confused."

"Hello to you too."

"You don't understand compression."

Y/N stared.

"That's your greeting?"

"It's an observation."

"I understand compression."

"No."

"I do."

"No."

"Jihoon."

"You don't."

She already wanted to hang up.

Unfortunately, he was also helping.

So she stayed.

Over the next few hours, Jihoon walked her through everything. He shared his screen, muted tracks, explained frequencies, adjusted layers, and showed her exactly where sounds were clashing with each other.

At first she understood maybe ten percent of what he was saying.

Then twenty.

Then fifty.

Little by little, the song started making sense.

And for the first time all night, she felt like she was actually learning something.

Time passed faster than she expected.

One hour.

Then two.

Then three.

At some point she had moved from her chair to the couch in the corner of the studio. Jihoon was still talking. Something about transitions. Or layering. Or maybe both.

Honestly, she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"You still there?" he asked.

"Mhm."

"You sound asleep."

"I'm listening."

"You just said 'mhm.'"

"I did not."

"You literally did."

Y/N yawned.

The blanket hanging over the back of the couch suddenly looked incredibly inviting. Her eyelids felt heavier by the second.

Jihoon continued explaining something.

She tried to focus.

Really.

She did.

But the combination of exhaustion, coffee wearing off, and his oddly calming voice made it impossible.

Her head slowly sank against the cushion.

A few moments later, silence.

Jihoon looked at the screen.

"...Y/N?"

No answer.

"...Y/N."

Still nothing.

He sighed.

The camera showed her curled up on the couch, completely asleep, her phone still balanced beside her.

For a moment he just stared.

Then shook his head.

"Unbelievable."

Yet despite the words, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

A few minutes later he stood from his chair, grabbed his laptop, and headed toward the door. If she was going to pass out in the studio, someone should at least make sure she didn't freeze.

And besides—

Her song was still driving him crazy.

Jihoon pushed the studio door open with his shoulder, his laptop tucked under one arm. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the computer still running on Y/N's desk. His gaze immediately found her asleep on the couch, exactly as she'd been when the FaceTime call ended. A strand of hair had fallen across her face and her phone was still resting dangerously close to the edge of the cushion.

He sighed.

"How are you even alive?"

For a moment he simply stood there before grabbing the blanket draped over a nearby chair and carefully laying it over her. Y/N shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. When she didn't wake up, Jihoon finally stepped away and looked toward the monitor on her desk.

The unfinished song was still open.

At first, he only intended to leave a few notes. Maybe fix one or two things that had been bothering him. Then he would go home.

Instead, he sat down.

One adjustment became another. Then another. Every time he thought he was finished, something else caught his attention. The annoying part was that the song actually had potential. The lyrics were strong, the melody was memorable, and despite all its flaws, the idea behind it was good. Really good.

Which was exactly why he couldn't leave it alone.

Hours passed without him noticing. Outside the windows, the dark sky slowly began to lighten. Empty coffee cups gathered beside the keyboard while the project file became cleaner and cleaner. By the time he finally leaned back in his chair, the chorus breathed naturally, the arrangement flowed smoothly, and the bass was no longer, as he'd so eloquently put it, fighting for its life.

A few feet away, Y/N remained completely asleep.

Jihoon glanced toward her and immediately looked back at the screen. Then, after a few seconds, looked over again.

Still asleep.

How was she sleeping this much?

Shaking his head, he left the studio and returned a short while later carrying two coffees and a small box of donuts. If she was going to panic when she woke up, she could at least do it with breakfast.

The building had already started waking up by the time Y/N finally stirred. Sunlight filtered through the windows and faint voices echoed from somewhere down the hallway. Her brows furrowed as she stretched beneath the blanket, clearly confused about why she wasn't in her chair anymore.

Then she opened her eyes.

For several seconds she simply stared at the ceiling before abruptly sitting upright. The blanket slipped from her shoulders as her gaze landed on Jihoon.

He looked up from his laptop.

"Morning."

Y/N stared.

Jihoon stared back.

Neither moved.

Finally she pointed at him.

"Why are you here?"

"You fell asleep."

"I can see that."

"You seemed comfortable."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Jihoon shrugged, causing Y/N to look around the room. The blanket. The couch. The sunlight streaming through the windows. The coffee sitting on the table. Slowly, realization began settling in.

"Wait," she said. "You came here?"

"Yes."

"You left your studio?"

"Yes."

"You stayed all night?"

Jihoon looked away.

Which was answer enough.

Y/N stared at him in complete disbelief. Before she could say anything else, he pushed a coffee and a donut toward her.

"Breakfast."

"A donut?"

"Breakfast."

She accepted both automatically while still trying to process the situation. Then Jihoon turned the monitor toward her.

"Look."

The moment Y/N saw the project file, she froze.

The arrangement had changed. New layers had been added. The transitions sounded smoother. The chorus, which had been driving her insane only hours ago, suddenly sounded alive.

Her eyes widened.

"Jihoon..."

She clicked through the tracks one by one, noticing adjustment after adjustment.

"You did all this?"

"Some of it."

She looked at him.

"Some of it?"

"Most of it."

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

"You didn't have to do that."

For the first time all morning, Jihoon seemed slightly uncomfortable. His fingers tapped lightly against the desk before he glanced away.

"Yeah."

A brief silence settled between them.

"But I liked your idea."

Y/N looked back at the screen.

no. i’m still active on here like i’m reading stories myself but i’m not writing not yet.

i don’t write smut myself bc i don’t feel comfortable with writing that.

and i don’t judge ppl reading or writing smut bc i do sometimes read them too.

BUT i don’t want to see anyone writing smut about MINORS THAT IS NOT OK! you guys pls don’t request smut about minors or stuff like that.

and i’m mostly talking about the smut requests on here bc thank god i have not seen anyone writing smut about minors.

smut is fun and stuff but not when it comes to minors! and if you have the urge to read minor smut then something is not right in ur head. get help. i dont care if ur a minor urself bc if u are, then u shouldn’t interact with smut anyway.

i don’t want to find anyone request or write minor smut on here or anywhere else! that is just disgusting.

i can't even imagine how heeseung and the members must be feeling. guys please please be respectful, everyone is really sensitive rn.

this came completely out of nowhere and shocked the whole industry.

if this was truly his decision and he wasn't forced to leave the group, then i sincerely wish him happiness and peace in whatever path he chooses.

no matter what happened or what his decision was, we should support him.

yesss kinda. 🫣

i have a few exams this week but after i‘ll try and drop more stories and content. feel free to send some requests, inspire me. i have a few things in my mind rn but i’ll focus on that after my exams. i’ll about other groups too like enhypen, p1, lngshot, cortis whatever you guys want.

anywayssss i need to go back and study wish me luck guys 😪🫩