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— ౨ৎ In which you decide to shoot your shot with the cute lifeguard at the beach
C/w: one swear, reader is a confident gal 😛 ˗ˋ 1.5k wc ˊ˗
A/n: if i had a nickel everytime i wrote keonho as a swimmer…
"So how's your book so far?"
Skies are clear, the sun is shining, it's hot outside—the perfect beach day.
You lie on a plush towel facing the water, new book in hand, sunglasses on the top of your head. You find yourself splitting your attention between your friend tanning next to you and the gorgeous lifeguard walking along the beach.
It's hard not to notice the way his bright red sleeveless tank matches the flush on his cheeks or the tone of his arms as he jogs along the shoreline. And especially the way he brushes his wet hair out of his face—It's so…
Addicting.
"Hello, welcome to earth." Stella waves her polished hand in front of your face.
"Huh, what—yeah it's so good," you say mindlessly, your gaze being nowhere near the book.
"How far along are you?" she gives a knowing laugh.
You look down at the printed pages, walls of text stare at you. You blink a couple times, but the book still says chapter one—really? The heading spreads across the page, bold, obvious.
"We're making progress," you smile.
"Are you sure because you've been staring at that lifeguard for the past ten minutes."
"No, I have not!"
"Oh, but yes you have."
You look around for a moment, almost whipping the sunglasses off your head. It's getting harder to hide your smile that's about to burst.
"He's so cute don't you think?" you blurt.
"Go talk to him!"
"But how? He's working and a different girl walks up to him every three seconds."
She gives you that smile, the one she gives when she's plotting. She reaches into her beach bag, pulling out her car keys. She waves them in your face, the various keychains jingling against each other.
"You want to run me over? I mean I guess that would get his attention—"
"No! Sometimes I worry about you girl." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Just say you lost your keys—it’s valuable so he'll have to help!"
"I guess drowning for some CPR isn't ethical," you huff.
"Definitely not!" she says, tucking the keys into the back pocket of your jean shorts. "Just drop them in the sand after you're done talking to him—number secured!"
"See this is why I love you."
"Go get your baywatch moment," she giggles.
…
"Excuse me."
He's standing near the watch tower where some other lifeguards are, it's hard to miss that shade of red. He fidgets with the whistle around his neck as he scouts out for any potential dangers.
He looks better up close, they all do. What are they feeding these lifeguards?
His hair is slicked back—he's been running his hands through it a lot. You can't gauge where he's looking since his eyes are covered with sunglasses. He simply nods.
Great, one of those chill™ ones
"Hi, so I lost my keys—could you help me, please?"
"Sure, I'll go and grab the metal detector from the tower."
You're taken aback for a moment—was it really that easy? He doesn't waste any time, quickly jogging over to the watch tower to grab the device. He moves rather skillfully in the dunes of sand. Impressive.
"So where did you last see it?"
"Like over there." You point to the opposite end of the beach.
"You’ve been walking lots?"
"I just go where the wind takes me," you smile.
"Okay I'll scan over here and send a report to some of my coworkers—any specific keychain colours?"
So serious.
"There's like…a pink frilly thing on it." You try your best to visualize Stella's keys, not that it mattered. You remember the feeling of the keys in your pocket—you'll have to walk behind him.
He nods, calling out a code in his walkie talkie. Some feedback comes through, but you can't make out exactly what they're saying. Must be some sort of lifeguard jargon.
Before you begin the hunt for the 'keys' you look back at Stella, she gives you a tiny applause.
The beach is getting more crowded, there's as many people in the water as on the sand. The line up for ice cream is getting longer, you could use some—why is it so hot? Maybe you should have pretended to drown.
The lifeguard doesn't say much, focused as he scans along the sand. It's hard not to notice the feeling of people watching you as you pass by. Most definitely looking at him.
"So…" You look over to his name tag "Keonho!"
You think you said that a little too loud but no one noticed, well except him. He looks up at you, quiet, anticipating.
"Sorry, did I scare you? Anyway I was just wondering if you've been doing this for long?"
"Just the summers since I was fifteen," he shrugs, looking back down to the sand.
"Wow you must be super qualified—do you swim too, like competitively?"
"Yeah, I do," he stops for a moment, the metal detector picking something up. When he brushes over the sand it's just the lid of a bottle. He continues walking.
"Cool—I don't know much about swimming but yeah that's cool." Again, he doesn't respond. "Not much of a talker?"
"I'm just focused—sorry."
"No, it's fine! I can get chatty sometimes."
"That's good."
"Hm?"
"Like being able to carry a conversation—it's attractive."
"You think?"
You suddenly notice how hard it is to walk—could it be the sand or his words? Nope, definitely the sand.
"Yeah," he sways the metal detector side to side, covering more area. "Do you come to the beach often?"
"No, not really—my friend invited me out today. Should I come more often?"
"It's up to you but Mondays and Thursdays are the least busy."
"Good to know—any other beach tips I should know."
"I work all days except Friday and Sunday—summer practices."
"Good to know," you smile.
The metal detector picks up a few more items—bracelets, earrings, coins, a nail clipper. You're starting to feel a little bad with the whole misleading thing, especially when he seems so determined to find the keys.
The conversation slows down—you don't know what else to say. Besides, the beach is filled with sounds of splashing water and ongoing conversations.
You sneak a few glances at him which is only fair since he's been very obviously sneaking some glances at you. When your eyes meet, he's the first to look away.
"Did you know they give out free ice cream near closing?"
"Liar!"
"Then tell me why I've tried all the ice cream flavours here."
"Keonho, you can't blow your entire paycheck on ice cream," you laugh, so does he.
You tilt your face toward the sun, enjoying the brief silence between conversations.
"So uh, do you go to school around here?"
"That's not related to the keys, is it?" you tease.
He looks away. "Yeah you're right."
You smile. "No, but I do plan on spending more summers here."
"You should—like it's really nice here, the weather and stuff," he nods. "Is this where you lost the keys?"
You arrive at what you're guessing is the spot you pointed at twenty minutes ago. It's less crowded over here but louder with the jetskis past the orange buoys.
"Huh—oh yes, it's got to be somewhere around here." You want to cringe at your poor acting skills.
He scans the area more meticulously this time, that tiny bit of guilt in you begins to seep up. But you let him search for a moment, it's cute how motivated he is.
"Sorry if I've been…well awkward," he says.
"What? No, you haven't been, at all. I just coined you to be one of those nonchalant guys."
"I'm not like that at all—I just can't talk to girls," he lets out a nervous chuckle.
"But you have been…on the beach."
"You've been watching me?"
"You've been standing in front of my eyeline."
He laughs, "Well I don't have crushes on those girls." His cheeks look more flushed than before.
Showtime.
"Ah, really?" you smile, discreetly pulling the keys out of the pocket and dropping them on the sand behind you, creating a jingling sound. Stella and her keychains. "Oh what's that?"
"I saw all of that," he smiles.
You shrug. "In my defense it worked."
"What worked?"
"Getting your attention."
"Guess it did."
You stand there for a moment, a much needed breeze flows along the shoreline. The scents of the beach are becoming more evident: seawater, fries, sunscreen. He runs a hand through his hair, looking in your direction. Thank god for that breeze or you might have melted.
Oh fuck it.
"Could I maybe get your number?" You start. "Please."
"Sure, my work phone number is 911 and—"
"Dude," you laugh.
"Okay," he gives you a cheeky grin, reaching his hand out for your phone. You pull it out of your other jean pocket, no hesitation.
"You know, I can't believe you made me ask you. I did just get you out of your shift…well temporarily."
"Messing with a lifeguard is a violation," he jokes.
"No it is not!"
"But, I'll let you go because you're pretty."
The words seem to surprise even him.
"I mean—"
"Too late," you grin.
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☆.ㅤ SYN. ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your usually shy boyfriend gets drunk for the first time and becomes way too clingy.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── eom seonghyeon , f reader.
needy seonghyeon (?) ⋆.˚
wc: 1,5k
a/n : heyyy guys, this was in my drafts for a while but whatever <𝟑 .ᐟ also keep in mind that i do not support or encourage underage drinking, it may reflect situations that many teenagers are familiar with in real life, but here they are only used for storytelling purposes and should not be taken as encouragement or promotion. thanks. kisses >⩊<
Your room was warm and quiet, lit only by the small lamp beside your bed while the rest of the apartment stayed dark and still around you. You had been half asleep for almost twenty minutes already, curled comfortably under your blanket with your phone abandoned somewhere near your pillow, your eyes barely able to stay open anymore.
Then suddenly, loud knocking echoed through the apartment.
You flinched awake immediately, heart jumping as the sound repeated again, louder this time. For a second you just stared at the ceiling in confusion before slowly pushing the blanket off yourself and getting out of bed.
Who even knocks like that this late at night?
You dragged your feet toward the door sleepily, fixing your oversized shirt a little before unlocking it.
The moment the door opened, Martin almost stumbled inside first.
“Oh thank god,” he sighed dramatically.
Then you saw Seonghyeon beside him.
And immediately froze.
His hair was completely messy, falling over his eyes unevenly like someone had been running their hands through it all night, and his hoodie hung off one shoulder slightly while he stood there swaying just enough for you to notice. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes half lidded and unfocused, and the second he looked at you, his entire expression softened instantly.
You blinked in surprise. “Is he drunk?”
“Very,” Martin answered instantly.
Seonghyeon frowned slightly beside him. “I’m not that drunk.”
“You almost cried because they changed the music,” Martin deadpanned.
“I liked that song.”
Martin rolled his eyes before looking back at you.
“He would not shut up about wanting to come see you.” He pointed toward Seonghyeon with complete exhaustion. “Like genuinely. Every five seconds it was your name over and over again.”
Your eyes moved back to Seonghyeon automatically and he just stared at you quietly, blinking slowly.
“He missed you,” Martin added teasingly.
Seonghyeon immediately hid part of his face inside his sleeve and you could not help smiling a little.
Martin sighed dramatically again before carefully grabbing Seonghyeon by the shoulders and moving him toward you.
“Here. He’s your problem now.”
The second Seonghyeon reached you, he leaned against you almost instantly, his weight warm and heavy against your shoulder.
Martin pointed at him seriously.
“Do not let him drink again because he’s either gonna ruin the party or start confessing his feelings to random furniture.”
“I was not talking to furniture,” Seonghyeon mumbled.
“You thanked a lamp.”
“That’s because it looked nice.”
You laughed quietly before Martin started walking backward toward the elevator again.
“Good luck,” he called out. “And seriously, keep him alive.”
Then he disappeared.
Leaving you alone with your extremely drunk boyfriend clinging to your shoulder.
For a moment Seonghyeon just stayed there quietly, arms loosely around your waist while his forehead rested against the side of your head.
“You smell nice,” he murmured suddenly.
You smiled despite yourself. “Thank you.”
His grip tightened slightly like he was making sure you were real.
“Missed you.”
The words came out so soft and honest that your chest hurt a little.
“You saw me this morning,” you whispered.
“Still missed you.”
God.
You carefully guided him inside before closing the door behind you, and the second you did, he immediately followed you around the apartment like a lost puppy while you prepared things for him.
You grabbed comfortable clothes from your drawer, placing them neatly inside the bathroom before turning the shower on slightly so the water could warm up.
“You need to shower first,” you told him gently.
Seonghyeon stood beside the sink watching you quietly, looking impossibly tired and clingy at the same time.
Then suddenly he moved closer.
Enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him properly because of the obvious height difference between you two. Even drunk, he somehow still carried that naturally soft presence around you, except now it felt less controlled.
Needier.
His arms slid around your waist slowly before he leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder, practically folding himself against you.
You immediately wrapped your arms around the back of his neck carefully, fingers brushing softly through the messy hair at the nape of it.
“It’s okay, babe,” you whispered. “You’re okay.”
He made a quiet sound against your shoulder, almost like a hum.
You smiled slightly. “Was this your first time drinking?”
After a small pause, he nodded.
That made your smile grow instantly.
Of course it was.
Everything suddenly made sense now. The clinginess. The nonstop honesty.
You gently rubbed circles against the back of his neck while he stayed there holding you silently.
Then after a few seconds, he spoke again.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
He lifted his head slightly just enough to look at you properly, eyes heavy and unfocused but still impossibly soft.
“I love you so much.”
Your heart almost stopped.
Before you could even answer, he leaned down and kissed you.
Harder than usual.
Desperate in a way that completely caught you off guard because Seonghyeon was normally shy with affection, always hesitating before kisses, always getting embarrassed after holding your hand for too long.
But now he kissed you like he could not help himself.
Like every thought in his head had disappeared except you.
You could taste the alcohol faintly against his lips, sweet and bitter at the same time, but you barely noticed because of how tightly he held you.
One of his hands moved up your back slowly while he kissed you again, deeper this time, and your fingers tightened instinctively behind his neck as your breathing started getting uneven.
When he finally pulled back slightly for air, his forehead rested against yours for barely a second before he leaned in again immediately.
Another kiss.
Then another.
Your brain felt completely scrambled by the sudden affection.
“Babe,” you murmured breathlessly against his lips, barely managing to speak between kisses. “Calm down.”
The second the words left your mouth, he stopped immediately.
His eyes widened slightly like he just realized what he was doing.
“Sorry,” he whispered instantly.
You blinked up at him, still breathless.
He looked genuinely flustered now despite being drunk, his cheeks flushed deeper pink than before.
“You just…” He swallowed softly. “You drive me crazy.”
Your stomach flipped painfully.
A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it and you shook your head slightly, still holding onto him.
“I think you’re really drunk.”
“I know.”
But he clearly did not care.
Instead he just hugged you closer again, hiding his face against your shoulder like he suddenly got shy all over again after saying too much.
Which somehow made the whole thing even cuter.
Eventually, after a lot of convincing and helping him not trip over literally nothing, you managed to get him showered and into clean clothes.
By the time you both finally crawled into bed, the apartment had gone completely silent again.
Seonghyeon immediately moved toward you the second he laid down, arms wrapping around your waist while he pulled you close against his chest like he physically could not sleep otherwise.
His face buried itself into your neck comfortably, warm breaths brushing softly against your skin while one of his legs tangled lazily with yours under the blanket.
You smiled quietly in the darkness, fingers brushing gently through his damp hair.
“Better?” you whispered.
He nodded sleepily against your shoulder.
Then after a few seconds, his voice came out soft and tired.
“Still love you.”
Your chest hurt again in the best way possible.
You pressed a small kiss against his forehead before cuddling closer into him, listening to his breathing slowly even out as exhaustion finally took over both of you.
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synopsis: in which martin tries to have dating rumors with you! // content warnings / info: martin x newjeans!reader, smau, swearing!!! ft. cortis, newjeans, @cheezeit-k @umizoomiz @zombreanz @webz // kori’s notes: no comment just enjoy! also this will prob be the last fic i post for a bit!! not going on a hiatus im just working on a bigger martin fic rn!!
- We all know James is notorious for being able to fall asleep literally anywhere. So I can definitely see him making room in his schedule to at least have a nap time with you back in your shared space. A cracked window letting in a warm breeze while the two of you are fast asleep drowning in each other's presence.
- I can see him surprising you with flowers literally every time he sees you due to his limited schedule most of the time. However, when he does see you, he's all over you. Hugs, kisses smothered all over your faces, and tons of laughter is definitely exchanged.
- Absolutely loves it when he can lie in your lap, while you start to ramble about things you enjoy most or something that happened throughout your day as you play with his hair. Definitely takes mental notes about everything so he can ask you more about it later.
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧
- Is obsessed when it comes to matching. Regardless if it's something small like jewelry to full-on outfits, he loves it. Goes out of his way to find matching pieces so he can see you be just as giggly and energetic as he is about it.
- Loves it when you ask him to get things from high shelves. I can see him acting like it's a big burden while sighing as dramatically as possible. He would definitely have a big ass grin on his face knowing he put it that high just so you would ask him.
- He’s genuinely so in love with you, it’s crazy. He’s bringing you up in any conversation and IS smiling ear to ear while he does it. No doubt he’s your biggest fan out there.
𝐉𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧
- Always comes back home with random trinkets and jewelry he bought just because they reminded him of you.
- Is THE clingiest when it's just the two of you together. He would hold your hand once, and he'll be staring at you like a lost puppy until you hold it again. Or he's holding you back from leaving the bed too early.
- Late-night walks or talks on the balcony are something he treasures for life. Those moments are so peaceful, and he's so thankful he gets to spend it with someone so precious to him.
𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧
- Goes silently crazy when you fix his bangs. It makes him go quiet so quickly, a small smile creeping up on his face almost immediately.
- Biggest admirer when it comes to you. He adores listening to you talk as you talk or noticing the small details, like how your eyes light up on certain topics.
- Certified Mr. Giggleshits when he's with you 110%
𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨
- Let's be honest, his love language is definitely rage-baiting and playful teasing all the time.
- Is the worst study partner ever. For sure pouts when you say you have to finish your assignments before giving him kisses.
- Full on cherishes when you cling onto his arm in public, since it makes him feel like he's your superhero that is designated to protect you.
𝐚/𝐧: highkey rushed now that i look at it im sorry 😣😣😣😣
- We all know James is notorious for being able to fall asleep literally anywhere. So I can definitely see him making room in his schedule to at least have a nap time with you back in your shared space. A cracked window letting in a warm breeze while the two of you are fast asleep drowning in each other's presence.
- I can see him surprising you with flowers literally every time he sees you due to his limited schedule most of the time. However, when he does see you, he's all over you. Hugs, kisses smothered all over your faces, and tons of laughter is definitely exchanged.
- Absolutely loves it when he can lie in your lap, while you start to ramble about things you enjoy most or something that happened throughout your day as you play with his hair. Definitely takes mental notes about everything so he can ask you more about it later.
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧
- Is obsessed when it comes to matching. Regardless if it's something small like jewelry to full-on outfits, he loves it. Goes out of his way to find matching pieces so he can see you be just as giggly and energetic as he is about it.
- Loves it when you ask him to get things from high shelves. I can see him acting like it's a big burden while sighing as dramatically as possible. He would definitely have a big ass grin on his face knowing he put it that high just so you would ask him.
- He’s genuinely so in love with you, it’s crazy. He’s bringing you up in any conversation and IS smiling ear to ear while he does it. No doubt he’s your biggest fan out there.
𝐉𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧
- Always comes back home with random trinkets and jewelry he bought just because they reminded him of you.
- Is THE clingiest when it's just the two of you together. He would hold your hand once, and he'll be staring at you like a lost puppy until you hold it again. Or he's holding you back from leaving the bed too early.
- Late-night walks or talks on the balcony are something he treasures for life. Those moments are so peaceful, and he's so thankful he gets to spend it with someone so precious to him.
𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧
- Goes silently crazy when you fix his bangs. It makes him go quiet so quickly, a small smile creeping up on his face almost immediately.
- Biggest admirer when it comes to you. He adores listening to you talk as you talk or noticing the small details, like how your eyes light up on certain topics.
- Certified Mr. Giggleshits when he's with you 110%
𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨
- Let's be honest, his love language is definitely rage-baiting and playful teasing all the time.
- Is the worst study partner ever. For sure pouts when you say you have to finish your assignments before giving him kisses.
- Full on cherishes when you cling onto his arm in public, since it makes him feel like he's your superhero that is designated to protect you.
𝐚/𝐧: highkey rushed now that i look at it im sorry 😣😣😣😣
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synopsis: in an attempt to prepare for an upcoming test, you and sunoo decided to have a study date, but someone really wishes your attention was on him instead of a stupid textbook / word count: 304 / content warnings + info: sunoo x gn!reader, non-idol / highschool AU, fluff/ kori’s notes: ok ik i said i wasn’t gonna write for enha for a bit but like there’s such a lack of sunoo fanfics it’s almost criminal
“so the answer should be SAS congruence, right?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed as you flipped through the pages of your textbook. geometry was a godawful subject.
you looked up at your boyfriend, wondering why he was suddenly so quiet. sunoo looked back at you, resting his cheek against his palm and looking so utterly bored out of his mind. you raised an eyebrow, closing your geometry book.
“what’s up with you?” you asked. you watch as his bored expression turned into a pout, pulling you into his arms and against his chest.
“this is so boring. come on, let’s take a break?” he hummed, hoping his sweet talk would get you to fold.
you shook your head, breaking free from his hold. “no, we have a test on this monday. seriously sunoo you can’t be surprised we’re studying during a study date.” you said, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness, but a slight giggle couldn’t help but slip from your lips.
even when he was acting like this you couldn’t help but find him adorable.
he groan, flopping down on next to you on your bed, looking up at that stupid textbook. damn that textbook! how dare it take so much of your attention away from him.
you looked over at him, already knowing what was running through his mind. you took a deep breath, realizing how much of a sucker you were.
“…we can take a break-“
he immediately perked up, looking happier than a kid on christmas morning. with no hesitation, he practically tackled you into a hug, burying his face against your neck.
“-for a little bit! we still have to review chapter 7!” you laughed, rubbing his back. he shook his head, your words going in one ear and out the other.
“hush, let me have this, okay?”
@/meeoowchi 2026 — do not steal, edit, or repost anywhere without my permission. my work is just fiction! all of my works are not an accurate representation of how i view these people. if my work makes you comfortable, block don’t report!!
🌸 nonidol!keonho x f!reader, smau, fluff fluff fluff, downbad keonho, profanity, jealousy, cuteness, based off of a scene from horimiya the missing pieces
wc: 2.6k
syn: you see keonho sitting too close to another girl? you're sulking. keonho sees you getting help from another man and not him (aka your beautiful boyfriend)? he's sulking.
playlist: jellyous by illit // not cute anymore by illit
iro's notes: was watching horimiya the missing pieces and lord this scene is sooo keonho so i had to :(
The classroom was cold, the chilly autumn breeze entering from the open window made it worse. The sound of flipping pages, the teacher explaining a stanza from a poem endlessly and constant scratch of pencil against paper filled the room. Soft whispers and quiet mutters drifted through the air every now and then.
But, you weren't paying attention to any of it. Your gaze was fixed on Keonho. Your boyfriend. He sat a row ahead, just across from where you were, on one of those stupid individual benches that were technically meant to keep everyone spaced out.
Technically.
Because right now—he wasn’t sitting properly on just his bench. He had shifted. Shifted slightly towards the right…closer to the girl in the row beside him.
You noticed it instantly, of course you did. It wasn’t obvious, not to anyone who wasn’t looking for it. But you were, and once you saw it? you couldn’t unsee it. The girl had shifted her bench too, now closer to Kenohos. The quiet scrape of her bench was easy to miss under the loud voice of the English teacher.
But, now the gap between them? It was gone. Their desks sat angled towards each other, both leaning closer to each other. Your fingers tightened around your pen. You didn’t look away. Keonho leaned in slightly—not even that much, but enough that if someone was to walk between the rows they’d have to squeeze through by a little, he leaned in just enough that his shoulder dipped closer to hers. The girl, too, leaned in mirroring Keonho, like it was natural, like it made sense, like it was routine.
Your gaze was still locked onto them. The girl shifted in her seat but her eyes never left Keonho. Keonho wasn’t even looking at her. They weren’t even talking much. They both were just existing, too close, too…comfortably.
Your pen pressed harder against the page, leaving an indent on it. You didn’t care about the imperfection on your page because all you could see was the way Keonho rested his elbow on the desk—closer to her, the way his head tilted slightly when the girl said something, the way he didn’t move back—didn’t create distance, and what's worse is that he didn’t even seem to think about it. He acted like it was normal.
You were annoyed. You exhaled slowly, forcing your eyes down to your textbook. The words blurred, they meant nothing. The paragraph in front of you might as well have been in another language. Your brain was still up there, still watching, still noticing.
“Is he sleeping on the couch tonight?” The voice came low, from right beside you.
Seonghyeon.
You hadn’t even noticed him lean in, your head turned slightly, just enough to glance at him. “What?” you muttered.
His lips twitched, eyes flicking toward Keonho for half a second before returning to her. “You’ve been staring at him—I mean them for a while.”
“I have not.”
“Mm.”
“I haven’t,” you repeated, quieter this time.
“Right. So that”—he tilted his chin subtly toward the front—“is just… casual interaction?”
Your grip on your pen tightened again. “I’m just looking around.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I am.”
Before Seonghyeon could respond—a chair creaked in front of him. Iroha. She turned halfway around in her seat, resting her arms on the back of her bench, eyebrows raised way too knowingly. “Looking at what?” she whispered.
“Nothing.”
Iroha followed your earlier line of sight anyway, and…her gaze landed on Keonho. She noticed the too-close-desks and the not-so-subtle leaning. Her eyebrows lifted higher, slowly—adding a dramatic effect as she looked back at you.
You shook your head immediately, subtle but urgent. You just silently told her—“I know, don't say anything.”
Iroha’s lips pressed together, like she was physically holding back a comment.
Seonghyeon snorted quietly. “Damn,” he murmured. “He’s brave.”
You kicked his chair lightly. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Hyeon.”
“Okay, okay.” But he was still smiling.
Annoying. All of them were annoying.
You looked forward again. Bad idea. Because nothing had changed, if anything—they were closer. Keonho shifted slightly in his seat, his bench scraping just a fraction more forward. The girl didn’t move away, she adjusted with him.
You looked down again, your heart beating harder than it should. You were getting jealous over nothing. Literally nothing. You trusted him—of course you do…so why was this bothering you? He wasn’t even doing anything wrong.
“Yn.”
Your head snapped up, the teacher.
Oh, great.
“Read the next paragraph for the class, please.”
Great timing.
You stood up slowly, fingers tightening around your book as you found the paragraph. Before you started reading, you felt it. Felt Keonho's eyes on you. He had turned around. His gaze landing on you, completely unaware of the internal turmoil you were going through and the teases you just heard from Hyeon
Your expression didn't change. Your gaze didn't soften. Your eyes met his and you glared at him. Just glared. Keonho blinked like he hadn’t expected that.
Good.
You looked away immediately, dropping your gaze back to the page. “‘The ramparts by her hair—’” your voice came out steady and clear like nothing was wrong, like you hadn't just been spiraling for the past 5 minutes or so. You kept reading as if you didn't notice each time they leaned in closer. You didn't look up again but you could feel it—his gaze. He was still looking at you with a slight frown, with an expression that read what did I do?
Good, let him wonder.
The bell rang, and almost instantly chairs scraped against the floor as everyone started getting up, talking over each other, packing their bags, the classroom filling with noise again—everyone was talking about how thrilled they were for the sports day. You sat down, not packing your stuff up just yet.
Footsteps approached and stopped right in front of you.
“Yn.” His voice was clear, closer than before.
You didn’t look up, didn’t respond, didn’t give him anything. A second passed before you noticed the movement—Keonho dropping down in front of you, on his knees, right there. You blinked once but kept your gaze lowered.
“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for your hand, but the second his fingers brushed yours, you pulled away, quick, like a reflex.
There was a small pause, and then from somewhere behind, Seonghyeon snorted under his breath. “Damn,” he muttered. Iroha didn’t even try to hide her grin as she leaned back slightly, “good luck,” she whispered—not to you, but to him—before both of them walked off with the rest, the classroom slowly emptying until it was just the two of you.
The silence felt heavier now. Keonho stayed where he was, still kneeling in front of you. “Baby,” he tried again, softer this time, “what’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you shut your book, pushing your chair back as you stood up. “I have to go,” you muttered, already turning, thinking about the signs you had to help Iroha paint, thinking about anything but Keonho.
You took a step but his hand caught your wrist, not rough, just enough to stop you. “No,” he said quietly, standing up now, closer again, "I'm not letting you leave unless you talk to me.”
You let out a small breath, turning back to look at him, but your eyes didn’t stay on his face for long, drifting somewhere past his shoulder, anywhere but him. There was a pause, and then he sighed, softer this time, like something finally clicked. “Is it because I was sitting too close to that girl?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes, small but obvious, and nodded once, your gaze still fixed somewhere on the floor.
Then his hand came up, gently cupping your face, lifting it just enough to make you look at him. “She didn’t have a textbook,” he said, voice quieter now, softer, "I was just sharing. Come on…”
Your eyes didn’t hold his for long, slipping away again, scanning the room like there was suddenly something more interesting everywhere else. The empty desks, the board, the door. Anywhere but him.
He watched you for a second before letting out a small breath, and then he leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, pulling back just slightly, "I'll never share my textbook ever again.”
A small laugh slipped out before you could stop it, shaking your head a little. “it’s okay,” you said, quieter now, softer, “I don’t even care.”
He raised a brow immediately. “Oh, you so do.”
Your eyes snapped to his, offended. “Ew, me? jealous?” you scoffed, pulling your face out of his hand, “Never.”
He laughed, soft and low, and for a second everything felt normal again. “Right,” he said, nudging your arm lightly.
You rolled your eyes, but there was a small smile there now as you turned toward the door, and this time when you walked out, he fell into step beside you like nothing had happened, like it was just another day.
But his hand found yours anyway.and this time—you didn’t pull away.
By the time you and Iroha stepped out with the materials to paint the signs for sports day, the corridor had already emptied out a little, most people either heading toward the auditorium or just dragging their feet around. You had the chart papers tucked under your arm, while Iroha carried the paints and brushes.
On the way, you crossed Seonghyeon and Keonho. “Oh by the way, teachers want everyone in the auditorium in fifteen,” Seonghyeon said.
“Yeah okay,” Iroha replied as you both continued to walk ahead.
The two of you pushed through the doors and stepped outside, the air cooler immediately, a light breeze passing through the field. It wasn’t empty, a few people were already there, setting things up, but it was quieter than inside.
You walked a little further out before dropping the chart papers onto the ground, crouching as you unrolled them. The edges curled slightly before settling flat. Iroha set the paints down beside you and got to work almost immediately, opening bottles, picking out brushes, starting on the lettering like she actually cared about how this turned out. You just sat beside her, picking up a brush and dipping it into paint, dragging it along a corner without much thought.
A few minutes passed by, and Iroha had completed a part of it.
“I’m going, you finish this.”
You looked up. “It’s just colouring inside the lines, go.”
She paused, looking at you. “…Have you seen your art grades?”
“Iroha, oh my god, it’s literally colouring.”
She didn’t look convinced.
“Go,” you said, shooing her off.
You watched her walk off for a second before looking back down at the chart. Silence settled in a little more now. Not completely quiet, there were still voices in the distance, footsteps here and there, but nothing close. You picked up the brush again, this time actually trying to follow the lines she’d started. Your strokes were slower now, more careful, staying just about within the edges.
It wasn’t bad…but it wasn't great either. It was just fine…we could work with this.
The breeze came by again, chillier this time. You shifted slightly, bringing your legs closer to you, the air hitting your skin immediately. You paused for a second, then kept painting like it didn’t matter.
Another breeze.
You pressed your lips together, dragging the brush across the paper again, but your movements slowed just slightly—your skirt was only making it worse. You rubbed your hands over your legs once, quick, then went back to painting.
You noticed a tall shadow emerge from behind you. You didn’t pay much attention to it at first, assuming it was just someone walking by.
And suddenly something dropped onto your lap. You looked down, amused. It was a blazer, you frowned before looking up only to see your senior, Martin. Martin was tall–very tall, and known by everyone for how nice he is.
“Oh it’s just you, Martin please, take it back” you said
Martin chuckled as he replied “Come on, it’s okay. You’re literally freezing and this uniform doesn't help you either. Just return it later okay?”
You nodded hesitantly and smiled at him before bidding your goodbyes. The blazer was on your legs, covering it from the cold. You adjusted it slightly, settling it properly before picking the brush back up again.
You kept painting, your strokes were steadier now, less distracted. And, time passed like that. A couple of minutes, maybe more. The sign was starting to look more complete now, even if the colours bled slightly outside the lines.
Footsteps approached from behind. “You're gonna ruin that if you use too much water with the paint you know.”
You knew that voice, you smiled as you turned.
Keonho was standing behind, hands in his pockets, looking down at what you were doing.
“I'm not ruining it.”
He didn’t respond to that, just stepped a little closer, his gaze shifting from the sign to your lap.
To the blazer.
He paused. “Whose is that?”
You followed his gaze briefly before answering. “Martin’s. He saw I was cold and gave it to me.”
He looked at you as he settled down beside you, his eyebrows raising, “…right.”
And suddenly, he reached down and pulled the blazer off your lap.
“hey—”
Before you could finish, something else landed in its place. His sweater.
You looked at him, “…what are you doing.”
“You're cold.”
“It’s okay–”
“This is warmer.”
You stared at him for a second, then stared at Martin’s blazer that Keonho was wearing now. You sighed as you spoke up again, “…you’re so annoying.”
“Yeah.”
You adjusted the sweater over your legs anyway. “...Thanks.”
He didn’t respond, just looked back at the sign. “You coloured outside the lines over there.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“Iroha did that.”
“No she didn’t.”
You paused. “…Okay maybe i did.”
He giggles quietly as he grabbed a paint brush to help you. Neither of you talked much, just small comments here and there, pointing out mistakes, correcting them, moving around the paper slightly so it didn’t smudge.
After a while, he shifted, pushing himself up.
You glanced at him. “What.”
He didn’t answer. He just reached down, taking his sweater back from your lap.
“Hey—”
He placed Martin’s blazer back over your legs. You blinked, confused. Before you could say anything, he leaned down slightly and pulled you into a quick hug.
He was gone almost immediately. You stared after him for a second. You looked down at the blazer and then at the direction he’d walked off in. You didn’t move for a few seconds, you just sat there trying to figure out why Keonho stormed off so suddenly.
Just as you turned back to continue painting, footsteps approached again.
You looked up and saw Martin.
“Oh—thanks,” he said, nodding toward the blazer.
“yeah,” you replied, lifting it off your lap and handing it back to him.
He walked off and you turned back to the sign, just as you started painting again a familiar figure sat down beside you again. You didn’t have to look, you already knew.
Keonho sat down beside you again, like he’d never left. “…I hope he doesn’t notice.”
You glanced at him. “notice what?”
“The difference.”
“Difference in what?”
“Body heat, I had the blazer on so the sleeves are technically warm”
You stared at him, and scoffed “You're so annoying.”
He giggles as he puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “You like me like that though.”
You roll your eyes, “Unfortunately.”
But, while you and Keonho are being all cutesy, Martin stands in his classroom wondering how you got the sleeves of his blazer warm even though you had the blazer just covering your legs.
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