#coerbiased

pairing sleepy!bf!martin x gf!reader (est. relationship)

contains fluff fluff fluff, skinship/kissing, one ss | wc: 1.2k

“nah, i usually don’t sleep when im working on music”

in which you join martins livestream just to tease him, but the night somehow ends with you in his arms.

a/n: hii.. it’s been a while since i even opened this app.. hence why this is a draft from like over a month ago i think?? but im still very much obsessed w martins weverse streams.. he’s sooo bf. enjoy!! ⤷ masterlist

“m.j. edwards started a livestream“

martin has been working nonstop this comeback, so you barely ever get to see him.

and the only thing that keeps yourself from not missing him too much are his weverse streams.

whenever that notification pops up your heart gets all tingly, knowing you’re going to be staring at your phone for the next hour, knowing you’re about to admire him through a screen.

even though it kills you not being able to feel his warmth, his arms around yours, his eyes fixating on you, whenever you look in his direction — you try to make the best out of it.

watching martin work on his own music, seeing him so passionate about creating, made all the hours you’ve spend missing him worthwhile.

still, somehow during every stream, you try to sneakily get his attention.

this time, you decided to text martin out of nowhere, while he‘s actively reading out comments just to see how he would react when seeing your name pop up on his lockscreen.

you click send on your message.

and his phone lights up almost immediately.

you examine martins next moves thoroughly— his eyes move over to his screen, he takes a quick look and after realization hits a smile starts to form on the corner of his mouth instantly.

as he skims through your text, you could tell he was debating wether or not to respond.

he kept pretending to read what his fans were saying, but you noticed his mind wandering, still contemplating.

his tongue poking his cheeks, trying to hold back a smile.

martin coughs hesitantly, wanting to return to his previous conversation regarding someone’s comment.

but he caves in, as soon as you send another message.

he grabs his phone, and moves his chair slightly away from frame.

you were wondering what he could possible be doing off screen for so long, 'cause you haven’t received a text back yet.

instead you received a notification from paypal.

as you guys were texting, the chat moved rapidly trying to figure out what martin was doing off screen and also telling him to go back to playing unreleased demos.

when he moved back into frame, he was cheesing noticeably.

you watch him run his fingers through his hair, adjusting himself on the chair, trying to keep his composure.

so you existed the livestream, and opened the uber app instead.

even on the drive over here, you continued watching his live, unable to keep your eyes off of him for just more than a second.

as you were walking into the building, you texted martin to let him know that you arrived.

and out of curiosity, you join his stream once again, simply wanting to see how he’d end the live.

his eyes lit up as soon as he read your message and a slight grin appeared on his face. he was still trying to keep it lowkey, but failed miserably.

“you look tired. go to bed martin” he says reading out someone’s comment.

“well, if you say so.” he replies to the comment while yawning.

he did look extremely tired, but to be fair you cant remember the last time he didn’t.

during every facetime call, he blinks intensely trying to stay awake or he even just shuts his eyes for a while before opening them again, without even noticing that he’d fallen asleep. so you just act like you’re the one who‘s tired and end the call, solely for his sake.

he would never admit to being overworked, he tells you it’s part of the job, he just has to adjust. but you can’t help but worry.

he continues, “it is getting late. shouldn’t y’all be sleeping as well?

… okay well, i’ll go now, love you coer. stay healthy and rest well.”he adds, blowing the viewers a small kiss before leaving.

and just like that, the livestream ended.

you waited a few seconds before knocking on his door, just to be sure.

while still sitting in his chair, he opened the door.

greeting you with a soft smile, which on one hand showed how happy he was to see you, but on the other hand also showed his lack of sleep.

as you take a step into his studio, you position yourself infront of him, which caused your knees to brush against his chair. tilting your head downward, as you run one hand through his hair.

“aw, sleepy martin.” you say lightheartedly, as you move the hand from his hair down, to softly cup the side of his face.

his face slowly melts into your touch, resting it on your hand, while you gently rub your thumb over his cheeks.

“come here.” you say, while tugging at his sleeves, wanting to move you both to the couch.

you‘ve never seen him this quiet. you’re usually used to him throwing himself at you and bombarding you with kisses and his thoughts.

but right now his voice is barely above a whisper when mumbling, “can‘t, i haven’t finished the song yet.”

you raise your eyebrows slightly. “hey, you wanted me here, so spend time with me.”

he chuckles quietly, as you drag him to the couch.

after he sat down next to you, he instinctively put his hand around your shoulder before pulling your legs over his.

so you put your head on his chest.

you stayed in that position— in that silence for a while, letting him rest as he absentmindedly played with your hair. occasionally drawing circles on your legs with his fingers.

“y/n.” he blurts out suddenly.

“hm?” you look up at him and are met with him already gazing at you.

his eyes had a twinkle in them, a twinkle that was fairly familiar to you.

the corner of his mouth lifted, smirking. you knew that certain smirk of his all too well.

his gaze moved from your eyes down to your mouth.

your hand came up automatically to brush through his hair, as well as tilting his head closer to you.

his lips met yours. slowly and softly.

quiet sighs escaping him, as you start fiddling with the hair on his neck.

despite his colds hands sliding around your waist, his touch still felt warm.

but you could feel how tired he was.

his lips lingered longer than usual.

his breaths were quieter than usual.

his fingers were loose instead of firm.

instead of gripping onto you, so that this moment wouldn’t end, it felt like you were slowly slipping away.

so, you pull away.

“what’s wrong?” martin asks concernedly.

“you’re too tired. i feel bad.”

“i’m never too tired to kiss you.”

you furrow your eyebrows in doubt. “you didn‘t even hold me the right way.”

he sighs, “i’ll lock in now. i promise.” and his eyes dipped back to your lips.

you giggle lightly in response, before he pulls you back in.

he moved his hands to your hips, and your breathing went choppy as his got deeper. it was nothing like the previous kiss.

he gave you a wideopen mouth kiss, angling his head perfectly to make it feel heavier.

the rest of the night continued exactly like that. you in his arms, kissing and smiling at each other inbetween breaths.

⤷ written + smau, idol!james x intern!fem!reader ˎˊ˗

synopsis you just recently got hired as an intern at bighit company, getting the opportunity to work for cortis but there’s a certain someone that might get in the way of you and your job.

contains dual pov, fluff, forbidden love(?), workplace tension, fictional staff member names ─── ★ warnings: cursing, intended lowercase/not proofread, kissing! | ❤︎⁠ wc: 2.1k

authors note lowkey based off of these tiktoks i keep seeing (example 1, 2, 3) yepp but this one was lowk hard to write idkk

y/ns pov:

they said you’d have to be either happily married or exclusively attracted to women in order to get this internship. youre neither and yet here you are.

when applying for this internship, you didn’t know what to expect. and even after finding out that you were going to be working for cortis at bighit company, you still had no expectations. whatsoever.

however, your job consisted mainly of planning out schedules, occasionally stepping in as make up artist, filming and coming up with content ideas etc.

when you first met all the members, you got along with all of them pretty quickly. anytime you film content together, you had a blast joking around with them. especially when it involved james.

even though his presence always made you stop in your tracks, for instance, whenever he enters the room, you end up forgetting everything you wanted to say, causing every word to come out in a stutter.

there were literally times were you actively tried to avoid seeing him alone, to prevent any sort of humiliation infront of him. but still, you can’t help but fall for him.

but despite all your best efforts, you also can’t seem to steer clear from him and those tingly feelings he causes, which was hard when you kept trying your best not to let your personal desires get in the way of this opportunity.

cortis was currently performing on stage, while you were backstage trying your best to stay sane.

because the most thrilling part of it all was being backstage, being able to witness each of their music show performances, because no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the sight of seeing james perform always made your knees weak and let the butterflies in your stomach loose.

an effect, which only he had on you.

they had just finished performing ‘acai’ and before they continued on with their show, they took a quick break off stage to reenergize.

you watched each of them walk down the stairs behind the curtain, but your gaze fixated once james appeared, who was understandably sweaty and out of breath.

the other staff members rushed towards them with their towel, trying to pat their sweat away.

one of the crew members handed you a towel as well, even though that had never been part of your job before. which you didn’t mind, until you noticed james eyes fall onto the cloth in your hand.

he started walking up to you, assuming you were supposed to do the same thing everyone else around you did.

he greeted you with a smile, evidently still out of breath and unable to utter any additional words.

james untwisted the lid of his water bottle as he kept getting closer to you.

you leaned towards him, holding up the towel hesitantly, and taking a deep breath before you start tapping the cloth onto his face down to his neck.

for whatever reason he refused to take his gaze off of you. consequently, you couldn’t help but stare back. with every move, your eyes became more and more drawn towards him.

as you moved the wet towel down onto his neck, you were able to feel every single one of his breaths, realizing that your soft tapping had been slowly soothing his breathing.

the intense eye contact between you both had stopped abruptly due to another staff member exclaiming, “cortis is back on in five!”

“thank you, y/n” james said quickly, but still sincerely before he headed back to the stage alongside his members.

you were taken aback, simply by that small act of james calling you by your name. you never noticed him calling any other staff member by their name.

you don’t even remember ever telling him your name. how were you on first name basis already?

surely, there must be a legal branch of contract that wouldn’t even allow us to be on first name basis.

james’ pov:

our performance had just ended, so now we were in the dressing room, preparing and waiting until we go out on stage as special mcs.

all the other members had already gotten their makeup redone expect for me, since i insisted on going last.

for reasons that seem quite silly.

i figured that by the time it was my turn to get my makeup fixed, y/n would’ve probably finished her conversation with our manager by then, and i’d be able to ask her for help.

no shade to all the other makeup artists, they’re exceptional at what they do. they just don’t look at me the way that she does.

i see how that might come across as desperate but honestly any chance i can get to be close to her, i will take.

while i sat in my designated makeup chair, i saw through the mirror, that y/n had been finishing off her talk with our manager.

so as she was walking back, i turned my head around, more enthusiastically as intended, catching her slightly off guard.

”hey, y/n.” i said, grinning.

“hi, james?” she responded, furrowing her eyebrows, clearly confused by my sudden greeting.

“sorry, are you busy right now?”

“no, not anymore. why?”

“okay good, because i was wondering if you were able to retouch my makeup?”

i could tell, she was a bit thrown off by that request. she looked around, looking for the actual makeup artists, who to my luck were not present at the moment.

“yeah, sure.” she then replied hesitantly but with a soft smile on her face.

having her face be so close to mine was oddly intimidating. yet she still made it feel comfortable. neither of us had to be talking continuously, the occasional silence in between wasn’t awkward nor unbearable. it was comforting.

the soft and lingering touch of her fingers faintly brushing against my face, had me swallowing harshly whenever she’d get closer to put on more makeup.

“what were you and park eunwoo talking about before?”

“hm? park eunwoo?” she questioned.

“yeah, weren’t you just talking to him?”

“ohh, the manager.”

“is that not his name..?”

“it’s park eungyeol.”

“oh my god, i am the worst at remembering names.. if you couldn’t already tell.” i said while my cheeks were actively adapting to every shade of red, making it abundantly clear how humiliated i was.

i noticed her lightly biting her lip, contemplating whether to say something or not.

“you remembered my name.” she then said discreetly, barely above a whisper.

i smiled at the thought of her feeling flustered, because i knew her name. “okay correction. im not good at remembering names that aren’t worth remembering.”

she giggled in response.

“wait— don’t tell him i said that.” i added lightheartedly but still genuinely distressed.

she nodded jokingly, while still chuckling at my statement.

strands of her hair gently fell down, covering her face slightly, covering my view.

i impulsively brought up my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

i could tell she was sort of taken aback by that move at first, but her face softened quickly. she cleared her throat, “ah, thank you.”

at the airport

wired headphones in, listening to chet baker, constantly checking if i have my passport with me, replaying every moment in which yn and i exchanged glances.

while trying my best to ignore the paparazzi.

i don’t think i will ever get used to the flashing lights. it’s nonstop. during our debut days, i tried enjoying the constant spotlight on me.

now, i came to the conclusion that i don’t have to pretend. i don’t have to keep acting like this is something i enjoy, when this has been the most dreadful part of it all. and i most certainly don’t have to to feed into peoples delusions or perception of me.

‘they’re just doing their job’ is what our crew keep telling us, but when and why has it become socially acceptable for grown adults to follow young teenagers around for a living?

i probably shouldn’t feel as irritated as i do anytime someone with a camera twice the size of their own face is walking towards us. but i do.

and ive just become even more irritated.

i freeze and turn down the volume of my music as soon as i heard concerned shouting from behind.

our manager brushed past me in a rush. i turn around, wanting to know what was going on as well. i wish i hadn’t.

because now i’ve been met with the sight of y/n tumbling over due to being pushed too harshly back and forth by a crowd full of ruthless paparazzi.

they hadn’t even noticed that they were persistently pushing her. not until our manager started scolding them atleast.

i felt my fist clinch up. i wanted to do something so badly but i knew whatever i would do now would lead to excessive media training, emergency meetings and a twitter scandal in the future.

juhoon showed up beside me, “she’ll be fine. don’t interfere.” he whispered quietly, so quietly only i could hear him.

he took me by my arm, leading me back to the other members, so i wouldn’t keep worriedly staring at her.

it felt wrong, not doing anything, not helping her.

y/ns pov:

you and james rarely talked this casually to each other, especially over text. usually it’s just you updating him on scheduling and filming.

well there was one occurrence, in which he also texted you during the middle of the night also asking if you were awake. seems like his second strike.

just last time he didn’t actually come over to your hotel room, unlike today.

knock.

you unlock the door, to see james standing infront of you.

you were legitimately surprised at him visiting your hotel room for reasons he still hasn’t disclosed with you yet.

“hi.” you say.

“hey.”

“may i ask, what you’re doing here? are there any ulterior motives and alternate agendas?”

“wow wow wow, aren’t you going to let me in first?”

you giggle and shake your head, before moving aside to let him in.

something about this, made you feel guilty inside. as if you and him were breaking rules.

but you weren’t, there’s nothing happening or going to happen here, right?

“i just wanted to ask if you were okay.” he said, while examining your room.

“yes i am, why wouldn’t i be?”

“you know, because of earlier at the airport.”

“oh that happens all the time. i’ve gotten used to it.”

he turned around, furrowing his eyebrows.

“you shouldn’t be used to it, though.” he said in all seriousness, clearly worried by my statement.

you knew he was right, because it bothered you too, but you assumed not putting up with their behavior would make you seem entitled. that’s why you just let it slide.

james was now standing infront of your desk, scanning through all of the stuff you have on it. you walk over to the table, joining him.

he turns to you, with the hotels greeting card addressed to you, in his hand. “that’s your last name?” he asks.

“yep, make sure you don’t forget.”

“oh i won’t, i promise.” he said smirking to himself, looking over to you, fixating his gaze.

that look on his face wasn’t unfamiliar. it was a gaze filled with desire.

he took a small step closer, which pressed you against the side of the table.

“james.” you utter softly, looking away, trying to stop yourself from regretting something.

“hm?” he reached down and grabbed your waistband, pulling you even closer.

your brain was trying to comprehend what was going on, but his distracting face, made it impossible. so you give in.

his eyes were now all you could see. his voice was just a breath between you as he said, “if you want me stop, tell me to stop and i’ll stop.”

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t hold back and be cool even if you tried. you wanted this— him, more than anything.

he let one hand go of your waist and slid it up the sides of your face until he was holding it in his palm.

he lowered his mouth and leaned in slowly.

he wasn’t in a rush. he took it all in, savoring every part of you and you let him.

you kept tangling your fingers in his hair, trying your best to stay sane, while it made him go insane. his breath stuttered and he let out a sigh as he grinned against your mouth.

your forehead brushed against his, as you murmured, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

he let go of your lip, “you’re right.”

your breathing stopped for a bit, you didn’t feel the relief you were hoping to feel.

james brought his hand from your face down to your neck, “but do you wanna do this?” he asks.

you nod. not even capable of uttering any words.

“good. me too.” he says, before finding his way back to your lips, tightening his grip back on your waist.

the kiss changed as soon as you both stopped holding yourselves back.

!. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ⋆.˚𝄞 ⋆.˚𖦹 how could my day be bad when I'm with you? you're the only one who gives me love₊⊹ . ݁˖ .. ˖ ݁⋆.˚𝄞｡‧₊ ♪𓍢ִ ⋆˚ ⋆˚𖦹

⤷ ゛long written + smau texts, nonidol!keonho x nonidol!f!reader

! brothers bestfriend, down bad/mutual pining !!!, dual pov ˎˊ˗ warnings: cursing, skinship, many idol cameos | wc: 2.3k

part 1 | part 2 /masterlist

synopis: You’ve had a crush on your brothers bestfriend for years now, but you doubt that he’ll ever see you as more than just Seonghyeons little sister. Until one day you both get caught up in the heat of the moment and his feelings towards you change drastically. Will you both ever admit it or keep it hidden as an unsaid truth?

y/ns pov: ˎˊ˗

Everyone was busy talking to one another. Seonghyeon and Martin were teasing Yoonchae, while James and Hyein were trying every snack on the counter.

Across that table were Keonho and Juhoon who were showing Hanni something on their phones.

Minju was trying to talk to me but, I couldn’t help but keep glancing back to where Keonho has been standing. I felt his glance occasionally meet mine, greeting me with a slight smile every so often before returning to his conversation.

“Which movie should we watch?” Minju asked trying to talk over all the other voices that have been filling up the room. “Huh?” I was too focused on the boy across the table from me to fully comprehend what my friend has been suggesting. “Oh my God, you’re a lost cause. I’ll go ask James.” Minju mumbled.

“Can you guys start preparing the food?” Yoonchae asked as she was coming over.

“Oh, me and James need to decide on which movie we’re going to watch. Y/n can you do it?” Minju replied.

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll do it.”

Yoonchae smirked before exclaiming “Hey Keonho, can you help out y/n with the snacks?”

And in a matter of seconds, Keonho was already walking over to my side of the kitchen aisle.

I refused to look back at him. I kept facing Yoonchae, knowing that as soon as his eyes met mine again, my cheeks would turn every shade of red possible.

“Where should we start?” His voice creeping up from behind startled me. I finally turn around to face him. Turns out he was much closer than I had expected. He was resting one hand beside me on the kitchen counter, which made him almost hover over me.

“Ehm- Hanni bought a bunch of fruit the other day, and she told us we should eat them before they go bad.”

———

“You don’t like apples?” Keonho questioned me in full disbelief while cutting said fruit. “That’s kind off putting not gonna lie.”

I gasped, immediately ready to justify my stance on apples. “Well, I can tolerate apples and I very much appreciate a good apple. However, a rare juicy yummy apple doesn’t make up for the countless bad mushy apples I come across.”

He bursts into light laughter. “I’ve never met someone with such an elaborate opinion on apples.”

“There’s a first for everything. Keep cutting them apples, please.”

He kept giggling while shaking his head and I didn’t realize how much the sight of him laughing excited me. The fact that something I said is the reason why he was smiling from ear to ear gave me a dopamine rush.

“Ow fuck.” Keonho called out, which pulled me out of my own thoughts. As I looked down to the board, I saw that he had cut himself accidentally. He showed me his index finger that had now been wounded thanks to his nonexisting cutting abilities.

“Follow me.” I said before grabbing his noninjured hand, dragging him to the bathroom.

———

“Sit down.”

“Oh wow, very commanding.”

“Please.”

He chuckled lightly before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. “It’s really not that big of a wound. I’ll be fine.”

To be fair, the injury really wasn’t that pitiful, however any opportunity I can get to be closer to him, I will take.

“I know, Im more concerned about all the apples you’ve probably poisoned with your blood already.” I respond, while looking through the cabinets trying to find bandaids.

“Pretty bold statement, coming from someone who doesn’t even fuck with apples like that.”

I tried my best to hold back my smile, but he saw right through me.

I closed the distance between us, picking up his hand and letting it rest on my hand, while picking up a wet cloth with my other hand.

That’s when he slowly spread his legs, allowing me to close the distance even further, being swirled into his presence.

I started off by gently pressing the wet cloth onto the wound. “Does it hurt?”

He shook his head softly. I was able to feel his intense gaze on me, and it took every ounce of self respect I had to not lock eyes with him.

Unfortunately, I lack self respect. My eyes immediately fixated on him. I was completely overthrown by the way he looked at me.

Thick black strands of hair were laying so gracefully on his face. While the only beam of light from outside was hitting the bridge of his nose.

The increasing silence and his attentive stare were starting to unsettle me, not because he made me uncomfortable but rather because of the uncertainty of what might happen next.

I put down the cloth and grabbed a bandaid instead.

I wasn’t used to seeing him like this. Usually im the one looking up at him, which would also only last a split second before I broke off eye contact due to the amount of butterflies I would feel in my stomach. And this might be the longest we’ve looked at each other, meaning the butterflies are going crazy.

As soon as I was done putting on his bandaid, he cleared his throat and got up. “Thank you.”

———

keonhos pov: ˎˊ˗

I had to get out of there quickly. I hope every thought that had been consuming me the past few minutes never see the light of day. Seriously. Im really sorry Seonghyeon for everything I’ve been thinking about your sister just now.

/ Thank you universe for nerfing me with horrendously bad culinary skills, otherwise I might’ve never been blessed with such an outstanding view.

/ How is her hair so shiny it’s literally reflecting light while also laying perfectly on her shoulder with a few strands blowing through the wind. Straight out of a movie.

/ I really hope she didn’t put on any blush today and Im the reason why her cheeks are so red right now.

That’s pretty much the gist of everything that was going on in my mind these past ten minutes. I better not reveal any more.

———

Minju and James finally decided on a movie, so everyone was starting to seat themselves around the couch. Y/n however was still busy assembling the snack plates, while everyone else already chose their spot.

So immediately my mind tries to figure out a strategic plan, in which I get her to end up sitting next to me.

I’m assuming that y/n would want to seat herself at the empty space next to Hyein on the floor. So I made up some excuse to get Juhoon to sit there, so I’d be able to sit where he had previously been sitting, with plenty of room next to me for exactly one person. Having the only free seat, being the one to my right. Somewhat forcing y/n to sit next to me.

As she arranged the snacks on the table, I could notice her eyes looking around for unoccupied seats. Before she eventually sat down next to me, greeting me with a slight smile.

———

Me personally, i’m not the biggest fan of horror movies. I don’t think I would ever voluntarily gravitate towards a horror movie when given the choice. However, having someone next to me who might be even less fond of horror, wasn’t all that bad. Whenever I noticed her tensed up expression. I couldn’t help but grin, it was cute.

You might think, I’d be just as scared. But to be honest, I wasn’t even paying attention. If I were to take a quiz on whatever movie we had been watching, I’d fail miserably. And honestly I wouldn’t even care in the slightest. I’d be happy that I failed, knowing I spend the entire time admiring her.

There was a part of me that wanted to comfort her and be close to her, but the fact that her brother was within one foot radius of us, was the only thing holding me back.

Oh my God. It’s like she read my mind.

I started to feel her fingers brush mine. I looked down and noticed her fingers on top of mine. I doubt she registered that she had been fiddling with my bracelet. Her focus was strictly on the screen infront her.

I chuckled slightly, at the sight of her unknowingly playing with my bracelet. That’s when she realized, and turned her face away from the tv to look down at her fingers tickling mine.

“Sorry.” She said faintly, before removing her hand. She seemed embarassed. Her eyes barely met mine but her cheeks were as red as they were moments before.

“Oh no, you’re good.” I reassured her in a whisper. “I don’t mind at all.” I wanted her to keep fidgeting with my bracelet, but I don’t think she picked up on that.

I guess I have to take matters into my own hands. I gently took her hand intertwining them with mine.

She didn’t let go for the rest of the movie, and obviously neither did I. I’d occasionally run my thumb over her finger, whenever she’d squeeze my hand looking for comfort during scary scenes. Leading to me chuckling quietly to myself every so often.

Unfortunately, Martin who was sitting on my left, picked up on it.

y/ns pov: ˎˊ˗

at the café

E equals mc im fucking scared. Scared that I might genuinely fail this physics exam because no matter how often i keep rereading the text infront of me, I can’t help but think about the boy who is sitting right next to me.

After arriving, he made sure not to interfere with my studies too much. But I really wish he would. I can’t be bothered enough to care about the material.

He looked so peaceful, sipping on his matcha while wearing one of my airpods, queuing songs he thinks I might like. “Do you know this one?”

I shook my head, still pretending to gather information about mass - energy equivalence.

“It’s really good, pay attention to the lyrics.”

Face to face, we smiled […]

And I finally held your hands

Considering that he was grinning to himself as soon as this line came, he made me believe that the song choice was intentional and he was trying to hint at something.

We already know that we'll be together (we'll be together)

Do we?

How could my day be bad when I'm with you?

Actually, it is kind of crazy if you think about how he is voluntarily came over here witnessing me endure the pain that is physics, just for the sake of spending time with me.

You're the only one who makes me laugh

Thinking back to yesterday when he found out about my take on apples.

So how can my day be bad? […]

There's a brown hue in your eyes, How pretty it is,

Exactly what I keep thinking whenever im incapable of taking my eyes off of him because of how beautifully light reflects on his brown eyes.

I think I'm in love, ooh

Oh. Oh? Is he still trying to hint at something?

Keonho cleared his throat, taking me out of my own thoughts which have stopped being about physics a long time ago.

“Here’s the hoodie by the way.”

“Oh great, thank you.”

keonhos pov: ˎˊ˗

Whatever im doing here might seem boring and pointless to some, but to me it’s pretty compelling. Admiring y/n without her noticing while trying to communicate with her through songs has now officially become my favorite activity.

And now seeing her wear my favorite hoodie so comfortably is yet again a sight which shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.

“I think im done studying.”

“You understood everything?”

“No, im just done trying. Let’s go.”

———

BONUS: THROWBACK to 3 years ago

Seonghyeons pov:

I joined Keonhos swim practice today because we were planning on hanging out right after.

My mom told me to bring Y/n along so she won’t have to spend the day home alone. I didn’t understand why that would’ve been so bad, considering now she’s just sitting on the bench trying not to get wet.

I assumed that she’d be on her phone trying to fill the time until practice ends. But her eyes kept moving towards Keonho. Whenever it was his turn to swim a lap, her eyes were glued to him.

Well sure, Keonho was the best swimmer in the team and his talent was like no other. His performances are always intriguing to watch — if you’re interested in swimming.

My sister however had no interest in that sport whatsoever, it was Keonho who she was interested in.

Keonho doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. Right?

———

Practice had ended, and i was talking to the coach but out of the corner of my eye, I notice Keonho getting out of the pool, heading towards where y/n is sitting.

I wasn’t able to overhear what they were saying, all i saw was my sister being excited that he was coming her way.

As he stood infront of her, he started playfully shaking his head, letting the water from his hair get her slightly wet as well. Usually, y/n doesn’t enjoy being teased, well that’s what I thought at least. I mean if i ever dared to get her hair wet even in the slighest, she’d immediately run to our mom making me get in trouble.

But for very obvious reason, Keonho teasing her didn’t bother her at all. The opposite actually, she looked like she never wanted him to stop giving her attention.

Their conversation was still inaudible to me but i think the fact she has the biggest grin on her face right now says more than enough.

I waited for him to conclude his conversation with her, so we could go change in the dressing room.

He finally stopped talking to her and started walking up to me. “Why were you talking to my sister?” I ask.

“Should i have not talked to her?”

“No, you’re allowed talk to her.”

“Great.”

“But all im saying is— don’t get too comfortable.”

Authors note: very proud of this one cuz it also took soooo long.. but we still have some ideas left for this story… i know i promised to put it all in one fic but I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting and it’s already quite long ..

so if this does well and you guys like it I might make atleast one more part :) @someonesmember

genre: friends to lovers | idol!martin x fem!trainee!reader , dual pov , jealousy

╰┈➤ slow burn!, angsty fluff , long written + smau, face claim: @marquiseaura

synopsis: pt.1 —> check out pt.2 / pt.3

You and CORTIS train at the same company, therefore you’ve come across them quite often. One out of the five explicitly has a soft spot for you, but you try your best to brush aside these feelings, because ultimately you can‘t find yourself caught in this mess when your main goal is to make it to your debut.

y/ns pov:

You’ve just finished dancing to illit‘s jellyous as your warm up, while you’re trying to catch your breath, you’re looking at the wall full of mirrors infront of you. You notice someone walking into to your practice room.

Martins freshly dyed hair peeks through the door, he hasn’t seen you yet but you are thoroughly watching his every move through the mirror.

He has now fully stepped foot into the room, in which you’ve spent the last years of your life trying to perfect your dancing.

"Oh, sorry"

His raspy voice still catches you off guard, even though you quite literally saw him say those words out loud through his reflection in the mirror. You turn to face him.

"Eh- I didn’t think anyone would be in here, I was just looking for Keonhos beanie. He told me he left it here." He states quickly without taking a break almost as if he was giving a presentation which he has been practicing for nonstop due to extreme anxiety.

This has always been confusing to you, the fact that everyone claimed Martin to be the extroverted one, but anytime you had a conversation with him, it seems like his effortless ability to be conversational left his body.

"Oh yeah, I put it on the bench. I was just gonna hand it over to Juhoon." you reply, still not quite recovered from your previous training session.

"Oh? Okay, thank you.“

As he walks over to grab Keonhos beanie, you feel the room filling up with awkward silence, the question whether the conversation ends here or if you should try and keep it going solely so you can keep talking to him.

Magnetic by Illit starts playing through your speaker. You start blushing, embarrassed that he’s witnessing you listening to a song he helped produce.

As he walks back to the door, putting his hand on the doorknob, he turns around to look you up and down. “Great song choice, btw.” he adds.

And just like that he’s gone. You start regretting not keeping the conversation going. Since his scratchy voice somehow always made you feel at ease.

Martins Pov:

Cortis are currently livestreaming on Weverse in their practice room.

*reading out a comment*: “Are any of you crushing on anyone at the moment” I read out loud, trying to keep in my laughter.

*Seonghyeon & Juhoon*: start giggling

*Keonho*: immediately turns to look at me with a huge grin on his face

*James*: okayyy let’s switch topics

The boys put me in time out, because apparently I only read out the weird comments (as if Keonho were any better). So I was forced to sit down on the couch behind us.

The guys started arguing about a comment, I unfortunately had no idea what they were referring to, so my mind just started wandering.

I was looking around the room trying to find anything that could entertain me.

That’s when I locked eyes with her.

I noticed y/n walking past our practice room, since we had our door wide open for whatever reason. But after our brief eye contact she immediately resumed back to looking down to her phone.

Talking to her would definitely be more entertaining than being on time out.

“I‘ll be right back” I quickly say to the boys and the viewers before walking out the door.

I’m trying my best to catch up to her, but somehow she was already halfway across the hall.

When I finally caught up to her, I lightly tapped her shoulder.

I might’ve startled her, because she turned around with a slight hint of fear on her face. Although her expression softened as soon as her eyes met mine. “Oh, hi Martin,” she says while taking one side of her wired earphones out.

Somehow that sentence coming out of her mouth alone was enough to make me fold completely. My mind went entirely blank for a second. You could tell she didn’t know how to handle my silence and awkwardness. I couldn’t even greet her back. I was just starring at her.

“I thought you guys were doing a Weverse live.” She added, so the awkward silence I created wouldn’t consume this whole interaction.

“Get it together.” I repeated over and over again in my head. I need to be able to talk to her without coming across like someone who lost every single one of their senses.

“Oh yeah, we still are, I just saw you walking alone and wanted to say hello, i don’t know why sorry if that’s weird or something, I just —”, I kept desperately trying to explain myself before she cut me off, she was probably sick of my stupidity.

“— you’re good don’t worry, I actually heard you guys from across the hall and honestly wanted to see what you guys are up to” She said, while her cheeks were turning fully pink, like as if she was embarrassed to be admitting it.

My face lit up at the thought of her caring enough about us (and therefore me), to walk all the way over here, considering the trainee practice room is two floors down.

“I lowkey wish you could join us but—”

I was being cut off due to my phone ringing excessively. I accepted the call, it was James asking me where I vanished off to. Apparently they’ve already ended the live and are planning on heading home.

I think y/n overheard James over the phone, because right after I hung up on him. She said:

“Oh you have to go?, I guess I’ll see you around then.” She said briefly while waving, before quietly turning around.

This cant be it. If I were to tell the guys about this interaction they’d clown me for fumbling once again and not taking initiative.

I softly grapped her wrist to stop her.

“Wait actually— Are you busy right now?”

“Ehm no, not really, I just finished practice. Why?”

“Would you want to come over?”

“To your place?”

“Yeah, we were just gonna hang out, play a game or something. If that’s fine with you”

“Yeah sure, I’d love to. Juhoon just texted me about it.”

Juhoon? Why would Juhoon text her without telling me beforehand? Especially if he was asking her about coming over to our place? I didn’t even know he had her number? How did he get her number?

Y/n‘s Pov:

At CORTIS‘ LA Home

The boys demanded on playing billiards, which made me regret agreeing to play with them. Because amongst all the things that I’m not good at, billiards would be one of them.

That’s why Martin insisted on having me play with him as a team, so my performance wouldn’t be that much of an embarrassment.

I was awkwardly leaning against the kitchen aisle waiting for our next turn, when Martin walked up to me to stand beside me, leaning against it as well. I didn’t even try to look up at him, knowing all I would see is his neck. He put his elbows down on the table as support instead of his hands, so that we would be eye to eye. That’s when I felt his eyes looking down on me. I did feel a strong urge to lock eyes with him, but I knew as soon as his brown eyes met mine, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. Whatever that would imply.

“Your turn Y/n” Juhoon exclaimed.

I looked over to Juhoon, whom I always found comfort in. “Why are you making me do this?” I mouthed playfully.

I tried handing the cue stick to Martin, assuming that he would take this turn for me, like he has all the previous times.

“You try it.” Martin says gently, knowing I was refusing to do so to save me from humiliation.

As I was walking up to the pool table, I gave Martin a small frown. But he returned a reassuring smile. A comforting smile that said, 'it‘ll be fine'.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice James giving him an encouraging smile and nod. I was confused on what that expression was implying. But before I could think about it, Martin was already walking up to where I was standing.

“Let me help you.”

He starts towering over me, while putting his hands on the cue stick, over mine.

His body warmth melting into me.

Martins Pov:

It was getting late, and y/n‘s roommate was getting worried about her.

Y/n grabbed her purse and we all started walking towards the door.

We gathered infront of the door, waiting for her to finish saying goodbye to all of us.

She started waving goodbye to Seonghyeon and James, moving onto Keonho.

But instead her and Keonho started talking about where she got her bag from.

“Keonho, she’ll tell you about it some other time, she’s running late.” James explained

“My bad” Keonho said before waving her goodbye.

After moving her gaze from Keonho to Juhoon, she gives him a bright smile.

I didn’t think too much of it, she tends to be very cheerful when she’s around people she’s comfortable with and I assume they’re at ease with each other.

— She went in for a hug?

I didn’t think they were that close.

Okay, to be fair, it was just a side hug, not a full blown-arm-around his neck-hug, but still?

I was too busy wracking my head around their relationship. I didn’t even notice y/n waving goodbye to me.

As I came back to my senses, done with overthinking about whatever is going on between them—

I realized that y/n‘s mood had changed. You could tell she seemed upset. I didn’t know if it was because I hadn’t realized her wanting to say goodbye to me and unwillingly ignoring her.

I was debating whether or not I should ask her , if she wanted me to accompany her on her way home.

“Juhoon, could you walk me home?”

Oh.

He was kind of caught off guard by y/n’s request, he gave me a quick glance, and an expression that read as 'are you okay with it?'.

I just shrugged. Deep down I wasn’t okay with it, the thought of him being able to spend time with her alone, but not me, unsettled me.

“Ehm— sure”

Why Juhoon and not me?

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SYNOPSIS: seonghyeon did not believe in love at first sight. that was until he first saw you behind the register at his favorite açai shop, clueless that you‘d turn out to be martins sister. and now sean made sure his and his bandmates days only revolve around trying to get you to fall head over heels for him.

⌗ pairing :: nonidol!downbad!sean x nonidol!fem!reader

mission 1 | mission 2 | mission 3 |

contains.ᐟ highschool au, smau x written, brothers best friend, dual pov, fluff, crack, slow burn

❤︎ wordcount: 2.4k ★ ss: 17 ⤷ feat. faceclaim: stella from h2h

warnings.ᐟ cursing, lowercase writing, look out for written parts after screenshots ;) ─── masterlist

seonghyeons pov:

who would’ve thought that ordering an acai bowl would turn into a humiliation ritual for me?

i knew i was doomed as soon as i first laid my eyes on the new barista.

i know this place inside and out. like every worker there knows my usual order, where i usually sit or at what time i usually come in.

i had noticed each employees habits, to the point where i could recognize who made my bowl by the taste alone.

i’ve never seen her before though.

but one thing was for certain, she added a completely new reason on why this place deserves a five star review.

i‘ve been staring at her since i walked in. to my luck she was busy taking orders behind the register, so i could keep waiting in line, admiring her for a little longer.

however, time went by so quickly, i hadn’t at all realized that there was only one person left in the queue infront of me. so my mind started racing, trying to figure out what im going to say.

i tried scrambling sentences together, which was somehow unnecessarily difficult for me. im used to the employee immediately asking, “the usual?” as i walk up to the counter, then i follow up with a nod. that’s it.

“hi. what can i do for you?”

fuck.

i was able to see her face in full detail now. and she wasn’t helping my case by smiling so politely at me.

i just couldn’t help but notice the two moles on her face, that were so perfectly aligned to each other. her hair, that complimented her face so well. her eyes, which—

what is wrong with me? seriously? instead of trying to come up with an answer to her question, i was busy observing her features.

as the silence grew, her smile slowly turned into a confused expression.

she furrowed her eyebrows before she continued with, “ehm, i would recommend this weeks açai special.” while pointing at it on the menu card.

i pretended to take a look at her recommendation, but inside i was still trying to comprehend how badly im embarrassing myself right now. “yeah, i’ll try that. i guess” i said, scratching my head awkwardly.

“amazing.” she replied. she didn’t sound so enthusiastic.

i can’t blame her to be honest, i was staring at her like a legitimate creep.

somehow, her looking at me with an expression filled with concern, brought me back to my senses.

i can’t let this conversation end like this. she‘s going to seriously question my existence.

so i start rambling instead,

“sorry about that, i just haven’t seen you here before and i come here a lot. so i was just confused.. hope you’re not weirded out or anything.”

she chuckled, “oh you’re good, don’t worry.”

there was small pause, before she continued, “ so you must be seonghyeon, right?”

“huh?” i blurt out. my eyebrows raised in shock. “yep, quite the reputation you have around here. they said i’d have your usual orders memorized within a week. sounded like a warning.”

for fucks sake. how come my acai addiction has led to this?

“oh my god, please tell me you’re joking.”

she giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, obviously enjoying teasing her customer.

me on the other hand, i feel like i just singlehandedly humiliated my entire bloodline with this interaction.

your pov:

when i got home from my shift, i was met with my brother already greeting me at the door.

which was extremely out of character for him, so i immediately knew that something was up.

"martin, whatever you did im not covering for you again." i said, assuming he sneaked out again late at night like last week.

"you know me too well, but that's not the case this time." he replied.

"okay then." i walked past him, stepping further into the house.

"did you start your new job today?" he asked curiously. he’s rarely this interested in what i do.

“yes, didn‘t i tell you my old one was too far away from our school and—”

“yeah yeah whatever, where do you work now?” he interrupted.

“bro, minju works there as well, the acai place—”

he cuts me off again, “oh my goodness.” he says, placing his hand over his mouth in shock.

i look back at him in pure confusion. what was so shocking about me working there? why was he in utter disbelief about me being employed?

“you’re not getting a discount, if that’s what you’re wondering.” i figured that could be the only reasonable explanation.

he continued to stare at me with raised eyebrows, before coughing and adjusting his voice, “right right, ah too bad, really wanted that 10% off.” he said, turning his back around to walk away quickly.

i just smile back awkwardly, as he exits the room.

that was weird. even for martin. right?

your pov:

my shift ended over an hour ago. yet, here i am, still waiting for the rain to stop pouring.

i liked rain. only if its impracticality wasn’t affecting me. it is only acceptable, when im cozied up in a blanket with a drink, listening to the raindrops run down my window. it is not welcomed however, when i urgently need to make my way back home.

i’ve been staring out the window so miserably, hoping a fairy would appear, that could make this rain stop miraculously.

that’s when he appeared. not a fairy. just seonghyeon.

but to be fair, right now the umbrella in his hand seemed just as magical. truly my only way out of this mess.

his eyes met mine through the glass window. and without any second thoughts he made his way over to the door.

he brought down his umbrella, as he stepped into the shop. “how come you’re still here?”

“what do you mean? i work here.”

he chuckled, “yeah, i know, but the shop should be closed by now.”

“oh right, you would know. well in that case, how come you’re here?”

“i just happened to walk by, and i saw you looking…pitiful.”

“ah, i see. ehm.. i forgot to bring an umbrella, so i’ve been angrily staring at the rain, hoping i‘ll make it go away.”

i don’t know why i was talking to him so casually, as if he wasn’t my brothers best friend.

and to be fair, right now he was just a boy with an umbrella, which i very desperately needed.

“good thing i have one then, to put you out of your misery.”

─── ★

i hate to admit this, but seonghyeon had ridiculously good umbrella-holding skills.

even if his umbrella, was covered in stars. personally, if I saw it in a store, i‘d probably buy it as well. however, him owning an umbrella of that sort, did not align with the seonghyeon i made up in my head. did i misread him?

considering, that he’s much taller than me. he still held the umbrella not too high up, so i wouldn‘t get any raindrops on me.

and when he noticed me hesitantly getting closer, he angled his body slightly, so that we would both fit under it more comfortably.

his steps slowed down, as we approached, what i assume to be his home.

selfishly, i was hoping he lived more far away from the shop than me, so I’d be able to fully exploit his umbrella, until I made it home safely.

“ehm, my house is just like a block away—”

before I could finish, he hands me the umbrella, and walks over to his door, letting himself get fully drenched. “go ahead.” he offered.

“oh no, it‘s okay. i won’t be able to return it to you.” i was trying to stay polite, but deep down i really wanted to keep it. i couldn’t bare walking through the rain. the stars printed on it were also cute bonus.

“don’t worry about it, i saw you admiring the stars on it.” he shrugged, taking out his keys out of his pockets. “you should keep it.”

honestly, i was mainly observing the stars so intensely, because i was trying to figure out why he would own such an item. but still, very thoughtful.

he waved me goodbye with such a big grin on his face, and i kind of felt bad for not smiling back at him.

i don’t know why I didn’t smile back at him. i don’t know how I felt about him at all actually. he wasn’t obnoxious or anything, but he also wasn’t someone i would voluntarily spend my time with. as of right now atleast.

something about him did intrigue me though.

─── ★

“yo, whose umbrella is this?” martin yelled from the hallway.

oh no no no. i forgot.

an umbrella, plastered with stars is pretty recognizable, especially if your best friend owns— well owned the exact same one.

“ehm, it’s mine.”

“where’d you get it from?” he questioned suspiciously.

i just shrugged, im usually pretty good at coming up with lies on the spot, but martin looked at me so mischievously, like he already knew the truth. there was no point in trying.

i hope, he doesn’t think too much of it. it was simply a nice gesture from seonghyeon to prevent me from getting wet. nothing more and nothing less. i think.

seonghyeons pov:

seeing her for the second time, felt different.

i didn’t expect to run into her. but when i saw her, sitting there, looking so.. helpless. something in me shifted.

the first time I saw her, i felt myself immediately gravitating towards her.

not because of her looks, sure that was a nice bonus.

but because of the way she carried herself. she interacted with customers, like she had known them for years. she seemed confident, in a way that intimidated me. so talking to her felt, scary.

but this time, the way she was gazing at the raindrops running down the glass, so deep in thought, intrigued me.

because she seemed different from the y/n i saw last time. that version of her, didn’t intimidate me. so talking to her felt, easier.

it was just me and her, not customer and worker.

i know it sounds stupid and im well aware the guys would laugh at me for already feeling so deeply about someone i barely know. and understandably so.

I’ve always heard people talking about instant attraction, feeling immediately drawn to someone, but never did i think I’d get to experience it firsthand.

would i call it love at first sight? i don’t know what that really entails. do i love her? no, i mean, i barely know her. but do i want to get to know her better? absolutely.

due to our practice room at school being under construction, martin offered to let us rehearse in his garage.

we all literally broke out in excitement, when he requested it, 'cause it was truly the day we’ve all been waiting for. a milestone, in our friendgroup you could say.

“can’t believe it’s our first time being in your humble abode, after all these years of friendship.” james said, as he prepared his drum equipment.

“if you guys keep being so weird about it, y’all might never step foot in here again.” martin joked, while grabbing a mic stand.

“are your parents home?” juhoon asked.

“nah, but my sisters home.” he replied, gifting me a quick glance, before turning his attention to keonho, who looked like he’s desperately trying to keep in a laugh.

kind of confused on whatever that was supposed to mean. i didn’t even know he had a sister.

“you sure she won’t mind us being here?” i asked, still somewhat confused by keonhos expression.

keonho breaks out in giggles, trying to get his sentence out, “yep, she definitely won’t mind seeing you here.”

“huh? that doesn’t even make sense keon.”

james hit his shoulder, giving him a stare, that read as 'seriously?'.

keonho confusing everybody, was very on brand for him. however, i used to always pride myself on being able to decipher his actions the best out of all of us. now im just as confused, if not more than them.

knock.

almost in sync, our heads turn to the garage door.

martin walked up to it, and as he untwisted the doorknob, i noticed him pressing his lips together, as if whoever was behind the door would cause something he wanted to avoid. which was odd, considering it could only be his sister.

my jaw dropped.

i couldn’t believe my eyes. i felt like my eyeballs were going to fall out of my head, by how much i was staring already.

dang. i have a serious staring problem.

everything started to make sense, as soon as i recognized her hair in the doorway. the way keonho reacted after i showed him a picture. how could i have been so clueless?

“im just looking for something, i’ll be quick.” she said, entering the room.

she started walking towards the boxes i was standing next to.

im already dreading whats about to happen.

“oh, hi açai guy.” she said, pointing at me.

she didn’t seem happy nor bothered. just a quick acknowledgment, before she continued to dig through a box.

i was just left speechless. i gulped, unable to form a response.

my eyes kept wandering to the guys and back to her. giving keonho a death stare, whenever he seemed like he wanted to say something really badly.

“found it!— alright bye!”

“bye!” the boys replied back in unison, except for martin, who appeared to hate this situation just as much as i do.

as soon as the door shut, they all collectively break out into laughter.

“guys what the actual fuck.” i exclaim in shock, dropping the wire in my hand. “y‘all knew?”

“technically, only keonho knew. he just brought us into his evil scheme.” james explained.

“how is this an evil scheme?”

keonho furrows his eyebrows, “hello? you finding out in real time, that the girl you’ve been geeking over is your best friends sister? seems like absolute cinema to me.”

“wait no, guys this is amazing.”

“hey, speak for yourself. i am suffering.” martin huffed annoyedly.

“don’t you guys realize? her being martins sister, makes it even easier for me to.. you know.. get her.”

“oh my god, please stop talking.” martin demanded in disgust.

“you could all chime in and assist me for that matter.” i suggested further.

juhoon confirmed, “so you‘re essentially forcing us to take on this mission, where we all try to help you make y/n your girlfriend?”

“precisely.”

“keonho, your plan backfired.”

⤷ ゛ff/ written + one text, nonidol!juhoon x nonidol!fem!reader ˎˊ˗

synopsis: juhoon just recently moved into the house next to yours and to your luck both of your neighboring houses bedrooms are right parallel to each other, making it impossible for you guys to escape one another.

contains: neighbors to ???, dual pov, cursing, timeskip, fluff, skinship/kissing | ❤︎⁠ word count: 1.3k

authors note: soo jju pilled rn !! the quickest fic i’ve ever written therefore also not proofread (the nonexistent use of caps is for aesthetic purposes only i swear) enjoyyyy!! /masterlist

prologue

juhoons pov:

when my parents first told me we were moving, i wasn’t completely opposed to that idea. i just figured nothing could compare to my childhood home.

or so i thought.

the day we first arrived at our new house, i wasn’t sure what to expect. i assumed the neighborhood would consist of newly engaged middle aged couples.

i definitely didn’t expect her to walk out of the house next to mine, looking like the female lead of a young adult rom com book, with the way she carried herself, making it hard to overlook her presence.

additionally, i definitely didn’t expect her room to be the one directly across from mine.

but i’m definitely not complaining.

it’s been over a week since we’ve fully moved into our new home. and I spent the entire past days trying to build up my courage to talk to her. me and her kept crossing paths, exchanging short lived glances, whether that was in school or around the neighborhood.

“juhoon, can you come down?” my mom exclaimed from the kitchen.

“grab those containers, please.” she added as i walked over to the aisle.

“whats all this food for?” i questioned, while picking up one container with each hand.

“they’re for the family next door, we haven’t introduced us properly yet.”

my heart stopped a beat. was this my moment to shine?

y/ns pov:

you kept overhearing mumbling from the living room and due to your increase in curiosity, you immediately got out of my room, wanting to know what was going on.

you expected to see your parents talking on the phone with a relative or just witnessing them giving unwanted commentary on the new show they’re watching.

what you didn’t expect, is for kim juhoon and what you assume to be his mom, to be seated on your couch.

considering the fact, he only moved to town less than a month ago, he still managed to build quite a name for himself around here. the first time he showed up in school, he had every girl in the grade geeking over him.

including you, let’s be real. nobody was able to deny his charm.

when your eyes landed on him, his eyes glanced back at you, followed shortly by a welcoming smile. a smile so flawless it looked like he had been practicing it.

“ah look there she is!” your mom declared while pointing at you.

“we were just talking about you.” his mom mentioned, with a smile on her face that felt way too similar to juhoons.

before you were even able to make sense of the situation you had voluntarily put yourself in. juhoon got up from the couch, walking towards you.

“hi. im juhoon ” he introduced himself to you while holding out his hand.

you hesitantly shook his hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice how sweaty yours was.

“y/n, what about you go show him your room.”

timeskip

that was 3 months ago. and now funnily enough, your room has become almost like his second home.

for the majority of your time living here, you used to look out of your window and into the empty bedroom of the house next door— and all you would see were four unoccupied white walls that desperately needed renovation.

but now since his family moved in, you catch yourself purposely looking into his window, examining the room, which was now plastered with band posters, vinyls and vintage clothes everywhere.

it’s honestly embarrassing how often you catch yourself throughout the day looking out of your own window, wanting him to notice you.

on top of that, you remembered exactly when he comes home from soccer practice to intentionally play songs you know he likes, so you’d have something to talk about— a conversation starter.

juhoons pov:

i climbed from my window to hers, gripping onto the ledge between the houses and sneaking in through her window while trying my best not to make a sound.

it might seem like a difficult move to pull off to some, which it was at first but after doing this almost every day for the past few months, you just end up getting the hang of it.

“delivery’s here.” i say, as i pull out the candy from my hoodie pocket.

she continued putting on her makeup but stopped faintly to look at me, through her mirror. “yay!” she shrieked, while getting out of her chair.

“what are you getting ready for so late?” i ask, handing her the pack of gummies.

“oh nothing, i was just bored.” she replied, scanning through all the different flavors.

“is this your go to activity when you’re bored?”

“yeah, lowkey. you wanna try?.”

“i think i’m good.” i decline, while sitting down on her bed, subconsciously knowing that she couldn’t care less about my opinion.

she giggled, and i could just sense that by the end of the night, my face would be somehow covered in make up.

she walked over to her vanity, grabbing what seems to be lipstick. she digged through some options, before turning around and holding up two different kinds of lipstick.

“which one do you want?”

“whichever one suits me more.”

“oh you’re definitely more of a rosy pink than a peachy nude.”

“whatever that means.”

i noticed her smirk growing, as she walked towards me, removing the lid.

i leaned back on the bedframe, trying to not to be too tense, but when the realization hit that her face is going to be merely inches away from me, i couldn’t help but tense up.

yns pov:

you joined him on your bed, placing your knees next to him onto the mattress, trying your best not to get too close to him. For your own sake, to be honest.

but thanks to the unsteady grip your legs had on the bed, your knee slowly slipped off the side, and before you could even try to adjust yourself, you felt his cold hand on your waist, stopping you from falling off.

he kept his hand on your waist, shifting your body slightly onto his lap. instead of removing his hand completely, he rested in on your thigh. causing your whole body to break out in nervous shivers.

you coughed, wanting to play it cool and resume back to focusing on the lipstick.

as you held up the lipstick to his face, you felt his eyes piercing through you, it didn’t seem like he was even registering the lipstick in between your fingers.

which honestly made this even more fun. “tilt your head.” you say, which came out more like a command rather than a direction.

“im not very good with instructions.” he responds, while still not moving his gaze away from you.

you chuckled, before manually tilting his head by putting your hand onto his neck.

your faces were now barely inches apart from each other. and it was clear that neither one of you still cared about the lipstick.

“you know, there’s also a different way to get me to have rosy lips.” he says, looking down at your lips, moving his hand up to your waist again, softly tightening his grip.

“oh really?” you ask quietly, while putting down the lipstick to place your other hand onto his neck as well.

the corner of his mouth slightly lifted and his hand slid more intimately around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before.

juhoon melted into you, locking your lips together. he tried staying gentle but your fingers caressing his neck, made him lose his composure little by little.

he exhaled softly through his nose before murmuring, “fuck.”

you couldn’t help but smile helplessly at the sight of him desperately trying to keep his composure. your grin brushing shortly against his mouth, before you return to kissing him.

he parted his lips lightly, allowing you to swoop in. the second kiss, felt different, more intense, like he had now fully realized what was happening.

“juhoon.” you utter in between breaths, wanting to get his attention.

“hm?”

“i’m still going to put make up on you by the way.” you say smirkingly, after pulling away.

“i hoped you would forget about that.” he let out a sigh, before he buried his head in your shoulder.

“nice try.”

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⤷ ゛long written + smau texts, nonidol!keonho x nonidol!f!reader

! brothers bestfriend, down bad/mutual pining, dual pov ˎˊ˗ warnings: cursing, skinship/kissing, | wc: 2.8k

part 1 | part 2

synopis: You've had a crush on your brothers bestfriend for years now, but you doubt that he'll ever see you as more than just Seonghyeons little sister. Until one day you both get caught up in the heat of the moment and his feelings towards you change drastically but he still has to make sure Seonghyeon doesnt find out. Will you both ever admit it or keep it hidden as an unsaid truth?

y/ns pov:

After he said that, I realized that there still was something holding us back from fully admitting our feelings towards each other. Sometimes I forget that Keonho is my brothers best friend, because in reality to me he’s always been more than just the guy who frequently plays games with my brother.

I noticed that he always made sure that Seonghyeon was never alone. He introduced all of his friends to him, so that my brother wouldn’t have to endure any more lunch breaks without anyone beside him. He cherished his friendships so dearly.

He was the guy who would try and teasingly cheer me up whenever I was feeling down. That’s the Keonho i noticed.

———

“I’ve never been in your room before. It’s different from what I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined my room before?”

My cheeks started reddening, due to him exposing me so quickly. I didn’t think that I’d start blushing so early on. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but I’d assume I would be able to resist it for a bit longer.

He was sitting on his bed waiting for me to finish examining his room. “Do you ever use your record player?” I ask.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” He stood up and walked over to me, now standing next to his vinyl collection as well. “Choose one.”

I take a look at all the ones he had displayed on his wall, and my eyes instantly fixated on wave to earths 01. flaws and all.

The memory of us quietly listening to the lyrics of their song “bad” spawned into my head. After what i assumed to be a study date, i went and listened to their discography, replaying various moments of us. I now dedicated every song by wave to earth to him— or us.

I picked up the vinyl and handed it to him. “I put you on.” He says lightheartedly, while placing the vinyl onto the record player.

———

Keonhos pov:

Granted, we haven’t hung out as five in a while, but I surely wasn’t gonna leave y/n in the dust. Especially when I’ve been really enjoying her presence.

We’ve been comfortably laying on my bed for a while now, listening to wave to earths harmonies fill up the room, talking about anything that came into our mind.

“Y/n?” I ask to get her attention.

“Hm?” She responds, lifting her head.

“Are you wearing the hoodie I gave you on purpose?”

She shamefully let her head fall onto the bed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“How could I not? It used to be mine.”

“Used to?” She asks as she pulls out her face from my sheets.

I nod. “I want you to keep it. Looks better on you anyway.”

“Now I feel bad, asking for the alleged 10/10 hoodie I was supposed to receive.”

“Thank you for the reminder.” I stood up from my bed and walked towards my closet, opening the cabinet full of my hoodies. “Take a look.” I say.

She slowly stood up from my bed, and walked towards my direction. Her eyes scanned all the options, followed up by her tilting her head towards me, giving me a slight frown and look full of guilt. “I feel like one is more than enough.”

“I’m pretty sure I have better ones to offer.” I reply wanting to remove the guilty expression from her face.

It wasn’t working, so I step a bit closer, getting a hold of one of her hoodie strings. “See? It’s all worn out. The ends are completely frayed.” I mention, as I singlehandedly pull her even closer to me by tugging on her hoodie string.

She stared at me for a second, before looking down at her hoodie. “You’re exaggerating, it looks brand new.” She responds while avoiding any eye contact.

Fuck, I could not care less about hoodies and its condition and I think neither does she. Her face is only centimeters away from mine. Her scent is now fully melting into me. And even with her trying to shift her face away from mine, I can sense her cheeks turning every shade of red possible.

I stop fidgeting with the strings, and start moving my hand from her hoodie collar up to her neck, letting my fingers slide through her hair, tilting her face forward to face mine. She smiled softly at that move.

My eyes start studying every corner of her face, before fixating on the bottom half. I automatically gravitate towards her lips, but before I could execute any further steps, I remembered.

“don’t get too comfortable.” “don’t get too comfortable.” “don’t get too comfortable.” “don’t get too comfortable.”

Seonghyeons words kept replaying in my mind. Have I gotten too comfortable? I definitely have. I am so close to kissing her. What would he do if he were to find out? Fuck.

I exhale deeply, before completely moving my head. I slowly pull my hand away from her hair. Trying to fully stand up straight, before clearing my throat “It’s getting pretty late.”

She gazes at me intensely, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion but also disappointment. “Yeah, you’re right. I should get going.”

She awkwardly grabs her stuff, before immediately heading to the door. “Y/n.” I mumble, as she was about to open the door.

She unwillingly stops in her tracks, not even gifting me a glance.

“Let me atleast drive you. There’s no way I’ll let you walk home alone at this hour.”

———

The car drive consisted of awkward silence and occasional short lived glances. Neither of us even bothered to put on the aux, knowing whatever song we play, would haunt us by immediately transporting us back to the infamous car drive. The one right after I dodged maybe what could’ve been the most heart fluttering experience of my life.

“Pull over.” She says, catching me a little of guard. Unfortunately those were the first and only words said throughout the whole duration of this drive.

I pull over and unlock the doors, and it took her just a split second to exit the car. Didn’t even look back once.

I could not stand her being mad at me. Honestly I wasn’t even able to decipher if it was anger or disappointment or even humiliation for that matter. All I knew was that she could not stand to look at me, and I couldn’t stand that.

The thought of her racking her brain about what she might’ve done wrong wrecked me. Because how could she possible do anything wrong? I ruined it for myself. I ruined it for myself when I started falling for my best friends sister. Completely my fault. That’s why I didn’t want her to keep worrying.

Without registering, I step outside of my car, heading towards her front porch.

———

Seonghyeons pov:

Since my parents were out on a business trip, we decided to hang out in my living room after roaming the streets, raiding every convenience store we came across.

I was about to walk up the stairs to get more controllers, when I heard someone unlock the door. I turn to see my sister walking into the room full on sulking. She didn’t greet me or any of the boys, she just tried walking past us without being noticed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly, genuinely concerned.

She finally lifts up her head, looking at me teary-eyed. She wasn’t crying, not yet atleast, but you could notice the tears bottling up inside her eyes.

She tried forcing a smile, but gave up as soon as the first teardrop ran down her face. I didn’t think I’d be the protective type when it came to my sister, but seeing her face being overthrown with melancholy, stung.

That’s when I noticed. Something I wish I hadn’t noticed. But something I knew was inevitable.

I’ve seen the hoodie she’s wearing before.

Unfortunately not because it’s a hoodie she’s stolen from my closet, but because I knew who owned the exact same one. A part of me wanted to try and thing of another explanation but deep down I knew there could not have been another reasonable explanation.

Especially when I started putting two and two together. Keonho couldn’t hang out with us because apparently he was too busy exchanging hoodies with my sister.

“Yo, isn’t that Keonhos hoodie?” I overhear, Martin whispering to James.

I was too deep in thought to realize that y/n has left to go to the bathroom.

Well, I was still trying to fathom the situation, and trying to figure out how I could’ve been so clueless. How naive was I to assume a simple warning consisting of four words was going to stop him? ‘Don’t get too comfortable’ seriously what was I thinking?

“Is that Keonhos car?” Juhoon spoke so quietly, it was almost impossible for me to overhear.

I look through the window and immediately lock eyes with his car, and without second thought, I head to my front door.

As soon as I open the door, I see Keonho walking back and forth, contemplating about something. He stops instantly when his eyes meet mine.

All the guys have already gathered behind me, watching over my shoulders.

There was an increasing silence filling up the space between us, both of our bodies being incredibly tense. I felt my fist clenching up. I didn’t like whatever it was that I was feeling towards Keonho right now. I didn’t think it was possible for him to feel so distant.

“How long?” I questioned without hesitation. He only stared back in confusion. So I elaborate, “For how long have you been playing with my sisters feelings?”

His mouth drops, as if I have said the most absurd thing ever. “What?” He replies.

My sister had come back from the bathroom, because I could hear her voice quietly entering the conversation. “What’s going on?” She asked, while passing through Martin to get to the doorway.

“Oh my god, just in time.” Martin jokes. James playfully hits his arm to shut him down. “Dude, read the room.”

“What did you guys tell him?” Keonho exclaims in frustration, focusing his gaze on our friends behind me. Why is he bringing them into the situation?

“Bro, I swear we didn’t tell him about your crush on y/n, he somehow found out by himself.” Martin answers.

Keonho having a crush on y/n— neither shocking nor suprising to me. Could’ve seen it coming from miles away. Y/n however, was in disbelief.

“Martin, it’s better if you just keep your mouth shut.” Juhoon says, while exiting the room with Martin and James to let us sort it out privately.

Y/n locks eyes with Keonho, who looked like he had seen a ghost. “Is that true?” She asks. He kept his eyes on her, nodding reassuringly.

“Then why didn’t you— you know?” She says, now completely fixated on Keonho, fully blocking out the fact that I was still standing here.

I interrupt her before Keonho could answer y/n, because I knew whatever they were discussing was none of my business.

“I seriously have no idea what’s going on right now, i’m gonna be honest. All I know is that my sister came home shedding tears, while wearing your hoodie, after you claimed to be busy doing stuff.. that’s why im seriously debating on hitting you right now Keonho.”

“You were crying?” Keonho worries, his confused expression turned into a concerned one. Y/n lightly bit her lip out of embarrassment, moving her eyes from Keonho to the floor.

“Keonho, I mentioned that I was willing to hit you, and if y’all don’t fill me in right now, then I might seriously consider—”

“Shut up Seonghyeon, we all know your ass is not going to slap him.” Y/n butts in, in order to humble me.

All you hear is the three in the back breaking out into laughter thanks to my sister pulling me back into reality. “Someone had to say it.” James says while still laughing non stop with Martin and Juhoon. Every ounce of tension, has now left the conversation.

To be honest, I don’t even think the idea of them being together was what was bothering me. It was that I knew them being together was going to happen eventually, but I’ve dug myself too big of a hole by not being supportive of their feelings towards each other, which led to them having to hide it from me.

I would trust Keonho with my life, and I know for sure he wouldn’t purposefully hurt her.

Y/ns pov:

When I first joined the conversation, I felt my heart skip a beat after realizing I might be the reason why they weren’t at ease with each other.

But I quickly came back to my senses. Because no matter how mad they were at each other, at the end of the day Seonghyeon wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone his best friend.

I turn to him, “Seonghyeon, I promise you everything’s fine. You don’t have to worry.” I reassure him.

“If you say so, but I swear Keonho if my sister ever comes home teary-eyed again, it’s on sight.” He replies lightheartedly while stepping away from the door to enter the house.

I realize Keonhos shoulder dropping in relief, hearing Seonghyeon already joke about the situation.

After Seonghyeon left to go back to the guys, me and Keonho looked around anxiously at first until I started walking towards Keonho, wanting to close the distance between us. He also took a step closer.

He greets me with a comforting smile as he looks down on me, taking it all in by not taking his eyes off of me. “I was worried you might be upset, so I stood here, contemplating whether or not I should clear things up.”

“What were you planning on clearing up exactly?”

“Well firstly, I was planning on admitting that I liked you, but Martin kind of took that one away already.”

I giggled at the thought of him wanting to confess his feelings for me, but that chance being taken from him due to Martin’s big mouth.

“Second of all, I wanted to tell you that— I wanted to.”

“Huh?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. I knew what he meant, I just wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“Kiss you. I wanted to kiss you. I think I even dreamed of that exact scenario before.”

His ability to make me blush without fail, was truly admirable.

“But you know.. I didn’t because Seonghyeon made it very clear, for me to not go too far.” He hesitantly adds, while scratching his head.

“All im hearing is that my brother ruined my chances of experiencing a romcom-worthy kiss.” I reply, followed by a playful pout.

“He didn’t ruin your chances. I’m still here and very open to revisiting that moment whenever you want… not right now though because I can literally sense through your window that Seonghyeons eyes are piercing right through me.”

———

EPILOGUE: Keonhos pov:

Being with her so casually, still felt so surreal. The fact that I was laying on y/ns waiting for her to finish her nighttime routine, felt like a dream come true. Might seem like a silly dream to some, but to me the sight of her untying her braid while wearing my shirt as a pyjama, was something I only ever dreamed of.

Every now and then, I’d catch her trying to lock eyes with me through her mirror.

“You’re done?” I ask, after watching her get out of her seat. She nods, in response, joining me on her bed.

Once she seated herself next to me, she started fiddling with my fingers, before immediately immersing herself onto my body by placing her body on top of my legs.

Our bodies were pressed together in a way I wasn’t used to. I became hyperaware of her breathing against my neck, causing the hair on it to stand up straight. Her warmth was both comforting but also intimidating.

The only thing keeping me sane were her dainty fingers still being intertwined with mine, stroking my hand ever so often.

My thoughts were interrupted by y/ns soft giggle. I blink, trying to revert back to my senses. “What?” Is apparently the only world I was able to get out.

“It was about time for you to be one that’s blushing, I was getting sick of it being me all the time.” She explains, letting go of my hand so that she could wrap her fingers around my neck instead, pulling me even closer to her face.

I take the next step, by tenderly pressing my lips against hers, letting the butterflies in my stomach loose, while my cheeks start to burn even more as before. I brought up my hands, letting them tangle in her hair, while taking in the softness of her lips. Both of us grinning into kiss.

———

BONUS: established relationship smau

Authors note: hiii, second and final part ;)) hope you enjoyed this one just as much!! WAIT LETS TALK ABOUT GREENGREEN literally banger after banger.. might be cooking up smth inspired by it… let’s seeeee @someonesmember

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⤷ ゛fanfic + smau, idol!bsf!seonghyeon x nonidol!fem!reader ˎˊ˗

! childhood friends, mutual pining/yearning, dual pov, angsty!!warnings: cursing, slight kissing | wordcount: ca 2.2k

synopsis: seonghyeon and you have been “just friends” for way too long, but bringing up the idea of ever being more than that makes him feel uneasy. Especially now ever since he has become an idol, his priorities have shifted and your relationship with each other has changed drastically.

Y/n‘s pov:

Growing up alongside Seonghyeon, I always expected him to reach the amount of success he has achieved now. During class he‘d always hum his current favorite song. After school, he’d show me the new choreo he learned in his bedroom right before we were interrupted by his mom calling us to have dinner.

Throughout his trainee years, we’d meet up every once in a while to catch up. I’d update him on all the gossip in school which was nothing compared to what he was experiencing. I still vividly remember every time Seonghyeon first told me about each member.

I am happy for him, I truly am. But selfishly, the fact I haven’t seen him for months due to his busy schedule, is driving me crazy.

Not to mention the fact we still haven’t spoken about him confessing his feelings for me, right before moving to Seoul. Genuinely, what was going through his mind? How did he think he was able to leave a letter in my locker, talking about all these big feelings that he has towards me, right before leaving for Seoul.

I didn’t even get to respond. Not that I would have even known what to say to that.

I never addressed it, neither did he, even in the slightest. He probably thinks I never got to see the letter, but I did. I wish I didn’t.

We kept texting normally, like how we texted all those previous years. But how am I able to keep talking to him casually, as if nothing happened between us? Especially when it’s so easy for him to do.

Seonghyeons pov:

It wasn’t the same anymore. After I left my hometown, I tried staying in touch with everyone back home, especially y/n. Putting an effort into keeping our friendship alive, but I feel like we both can tell that something’s off.

Im not quite sure if she ever saw the letter that I had so mindlessly written. And im not quite sure if I even regret writing it. I mean objectively it was probably a very douchy thing to do. Confessing my feelings and then dipping without saying a word. But truthfully I couldn’t move forward with my new life without letting her know.

She never brought it up, so I just assumed it got lost in her locker. Also disclosing everything again over text, doesn’t seem like the right way to go about it, therefore I never addressed it as well. —but oh my God, does it infuriate the hell out of me. Because her tensed up replies make it almost abundantly clear that she has read the letter. And I don’t even know what her thoughts are on it. Honestly, what was going through my mind when putting that piece of paper in her locker?

Y/n‘s pov:

“Have you ever considered just meeting up with him again?” Haerin suggested taking me out of my thoughts. “It‘ll probably be better to talk about it in person.”

“Huh? I can’t just show up infront of his dorm.”

“Yes you can. Have you never watched a kdrama before?”

Im not sure if she meant that idea for real, but I was seriously debating it. I couldn’t stand it anymore, not knowing where his head is at. “Can you hand me my laptop please.”

And in the heat of the moment, I booked a train ticket to Seoul.

————>

Here I am, standing infront of their dorm. I think I’ve been walking back and forth the hall for half an hour now. Now that I’m here I’m not so sure this was a good idea.

Of course it works in shows and movies, it’s scripted at the end of the day but accurately this just might not work out entirely, what if he isn’t home right now? Or he’s about to leave for a scheduled meeting or something and I just have to bypass my time in a foreign city.

But I can’t turn back now. I rang the doorbell. My hands were shivering and my mind kept wandering, even though I practiced what I was going to say the whole train ride here. As soon as I saw him open the door, my mind went blank.

Seonghyeons pov:

I was taken aback, blinking a ridiculous amount of times, not being able to believe my eyes.

What was she doing here? Is there something im missing?

“Hi.” She said, breaking the silence. But I could tell she was just as nervous as I am right now.

“Ehm- Hi y/n..”

“Im sorry, you’re probably very confused right now.. I just — I don’t know — wanted to see you.”

“You drove all the way here just to see me?” I questioned, because she didn’t seem like the type of person who would do that.

“It’s barely a two hour ride, don‘t flatter yourself.”

We were interrupted by Keonho purposefully coughing really loudly from inside the dorm. I looked back, and realized that all four of them have entered the hallway, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Bro how long are you gonna let her stand outside?” Martin said.

“Oh sorry- come in Y/n.”

I turned to the side, letting y/n step into the room.

“Care to introduce us, Seonghyeon?” James added.

“Right. Well, Y/n, that‘s James—”

She interrupted me with a slight giggle. “You don’t think I know by now?”

I just gave her a small smile in return, because she was right, she was most likely the first person I spoke to after meeting my members.

But I could feel the conversation going quiet again, while I was still clueless on why exactly she came all the way over here.

“Do you want something to drink or anything?” I asked while scratching my head, trying to break the silence.

The guys have luckily picked up on my discomfort , and started leaving the room one by one, leaving us some privacy.

“No im good, but thank you.” She replied, while smiling softly, which made me realize that, actually, a lot about her has changed. I noticed her jewelry being gold instead of silver, even though she refused to wear gold just a year ago. Her hair was unusually short and darker than it used to be. But her smile stayed the same.

“Sorry for just barging in here without a warning.”

“Don’t worry about it, im glad you’re here.” I could tell, me reassuring her definitely gave her a sense of relief. Plus it was kind of tense standing around in the hallway, that’s why I started walking y/n towards my room, fortunately there was no one in there already.

“Why exactly did you come all the way here?” I asked while sitting down on my bed, making myself comfortable, I tapped the space beside me, signalizing her to sit down as well.

Y/n‘s Pov:

“Oh well, you know..” I thought to myself a bit before continuing. I wasn’t sure of how to word it properly, also what if I was making it all up in my head and he thinks everything was fine between us? “I just feel like, we - I don’t know. Lately it has been kind of—”

“I know. I wanted to talk to you about that as well, I just didn’t know how.”

Oh. I was relieved finding out it wasn’t just me who felt that it was a little of between us, but still I didn’t quite know how to voice that feeling. He didn’t know either probably because his room started filling up with silence. I was trying to avoid eye contact, staring at the floor but I kept feeling his gaze on me. I knew as soon as I looked up at him I would have to say something, otherwise it would look like a staring contest.

“Im sorry, i feel like it was mainly my fault.” Seonghyeon said breaking the silence.

“How so?” I assumed he was talking about the letter he left, acknowledging how it might’ve made me feel.

“Well, we kind of gradually stopped seeing each other as I started training— I tried texting you as much as possible, but I didn’t have that much free time.”

“Seonghyeon, you don’t need to apologize for that. What kind of person would I be if I were upset at you for chasing your dreams?”

He smiled softly, but he also somehow seemed deep in thought. “Hm— I just figured that that might’ve been the reason why your texts were so dry at times.”

I sighed. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Is he purposefully acting so dense right now? Did he stumble over a memory wipe machine right after writing that letter because why else would he not remember?

“Are you being for real right now?”

“Huh?”

“Did you think that I would never find out about the letter?”

I watched his slight grin turn into disbelief. As if I had just confessed a murder, which made me look back at him with irritation, because truly— what was going through his mind right now?

Seonghyeons Pov:

Fuck. I was seriously hoping this moment would never become reality. All those times where I had imagined how this conversation regarding the letter would go, it never ended in the way I was hoping. But then again, it was my own fault and I should be able to atleast take responsibility. I think I surpressed that thought so much, I cant even properly remember what I had written. Was I out here fully confessing my love for her without ever uttering a word about it ever again? I probably was. I guess she has every right to be upset with me right now.

“I was hoping that’d be the case.”

“You‘re unbelievable.”

“I know. I didn’t quite think that one through.” I realized by the look of her face, that she didn’t take the situation as lightly as I have, but I honestly don’t think I’d be able to talk about it so freely.

I tried suggesting a change of topic, to lighten the mood. “Should we just move on—”

“You know what, I don’t think this is right. I’ll leave you alone.”

Before I could even finish my sentence, y/n got up from the bed walking towards the front door, turning the knob. She didn’t even look back.

I froze completely, I wasn’t even registering anything of what had just happened.

But I was certain that our first time seeing each other in years, couldn’t end like this.

Apparently the others have now caught on to the fact that I had just been walked out on. “What are you still doing here? Go after her.” Martin exclaimed.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

Y/n’s Pov:

I regret walking out on him, not because I feel bad but because now I am standing outside in the pouring rain, fully soaked, with no umbrella in sight, and nowhere to go to.

But as I was about to keep walking further away from the apartment complex, I felt his fingertips on my shoulder.

“What do you want me to say?” I don’t think I’ve ever experienced him this desperate. It felt like he was begging for me to give him answers to cure all his underlying worrying thoughts.

But I don’t think I was able to, I am enduring all those thoughts as well, and I’m not quite sure on how im supposed to go about it. I wasn’t going to stand here and act like I have it all figured out.

“I just want to know why. Why the letter?”

He didn’t respond for a while, barely even holding eye contact with me. His eyes met the floor more often than mine. “You’re impossible.”

I guess he just isn’t willing to admit to it, and I wasn’t even going to keep trying.

While fully stepping into a puddle of rain, I felt his hand grab mine, causing me to almost slip, making him tighten his grip on my hand.

He exhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before replying.

“I don’t think I could’ve left Seo-gu behind if I hadn’t left my feelings behind as well. I wasn’t planning on just carrying those unreciprocated feelings with me, without ever moving on. I just hoped it would give me some kind of closure. — but looking back on it, I am realizing that might’ve not been the way I should’ve gone about it, 'cause it just led me to thinking about you even more. Not knowing how you felt about me, what you were up to, how you were doing, these thoughts were taking over my brain.”

I was at a loss for words, standing there dumbfounded. I probably should’ve been thinking about what to say to him but instead I was astounded by his beauty, the way his wet hair strands were slightly hovering over his face with raindrops falling onto his nose. Not to mention that he still hasn’t let go of my hand yet, having his hand fiddle with mine every so often.

“Y/n, you’re killing me here, please say something.”

“Seonghyeon, do you still remember what you wrote in that letter?”

Seonghyeon’s Pov:

“Y/n.” Considering how much I thought about her and the letter, it’d be almost too hard to believe that I didn’t know. Because truthfully, I still knew everything by heart. I’d recite it in my head over and over again.

And just like I had feared, she put her other hand into her pocket and started pulling out a sheet of paper out of it, letting it get drenched by the rain.

She didn’t need to. I gently took the now fully soaked paper from her hands and put it in my pocket, while pulling her closer to me with my other hand that still hasn’t left hers.

“I still stand by everything I wrote back then.”

I watched as her worried gaze turned into a grin, tilting her head away from me, trying to hide the fact that she was flushing.

I cupped her cheek with my hand, turning it back around to face me, letting our eyes meet all over again, wiping away the raindrops that have gathered on her face.

As I was moving my hand from her cheek onto her neck, she was bringing her face closer to mine, feeling every single drop of rain fall onto our faces. “Can I?”. She nodded as her cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

Cold chills taking over the back of my neck, as her hands reached up to me. And just like that we were melting into each other, her lips softly against mine.

Authors notes: listening to so much daniel caesar rn, hence the title also not that anybody cares but sorry for not posting for over a month. i was procrastinating for too long.. however hope u like this one as much as my last one !! Comment if you want to be in my permanent taglist <3