Helloooo! I saw your profile and it's really beautiful!!! Your writing is also some of the best I've seen šš so if it's not too much trouble I wanted to see if you could write something that came to me last night while I couldn't sleep hehe; English:I thought about a kind of mini story of Yeon sieun x fem reader, where the reader likes Sieun and he knows it but he doesn't feel anything for her, she insisted a lot, she was one of those adorable girls who do everything to conquer her crush, he rejected her a lot, every gift, hug, words but she never gave up (she was very optimistic)... Until one day, there was a moment that made Sieun get really upset with her and she said hurtful things that affected our sweet reader o(ā„ļ¹ā„) Today she no longer looked as bright as ever, but more depressed and somewhat sad, and she no longer talks to Sieun because of what happened, although she did apologize to him (if you want you can add extra scenes like: a jealous Sieun now seeing the reader talking happily with another boy and realizing that maybe he is liking her because he misses her company... :3) just make the two of them end up together, okay? Thank you so much, I love you ā§ļ¼ā¦ š
Contains: Affection, teasing, playful banter, light intensity, dependency, subtle romantic tension.
Pairing: Sieun x reader
Word Count: ~560
TW: Playful teasing, dependency, non-stop talking
ā¢ She had always been persistent, sweet, with that spark that could brighten any room. Every day, she tried to get closer to Yeon Sieun: notes in his locker, small gifts, jokes, smiles meant to catch his attention.
ā¢ Sieun noticed, of course. He knew she liked him, but he didnāt feel the same. Calm and serious, he kept a certain distance, though his limits werenāt always clear to her.
ā¢ Until one day, everything changed. She surprised him with another small gift and a note, full of her usual optimism. For the first time, Sieunās patience broke.
āEnough! āhe snappedā. I donāt like you! I never will! Why canāt you just understand?
ā¢ His words hit like a punch. She, always cheerful and optimistic, froze. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to smile but couldnāt.
āSieunā¦ āshe whispered, voice trembling, barely audible.
āDo you want the truth? āhe continued, coldā. Iām tired of your nonsense. Everything you doā¦ it annoys me. Youāll never change that!
ā¢ And he walked away. She stayed there, heart heavy, for the first time feeling her light dim. She stopped leaving notes, joking, approaching him. Her laughter grew quieter, and sadness started creeping in.
ā¢ Weeks passed. Sieun noticed the change, but he didnāt know how to react. He saw her laughing with other boys, interacting, enjoying herselfā¦ and a feeling he hadnāt expected consumed him: he missed her more than he wanted to admit. Every gesture of hers that didnāt include him hurt.
ā¢ One day, he finally decided to act. He found her alone under a tree, reading, looking distant. He sat down in front of her, unsure how to start.
āā¦Hi āhe said, lowā. Can weā¦ talk for a moment?
ā¢ She looked at him warily. Still hurt by his words, she couldnāt ignore that his tone felt different, less cold, more genuine.
āYes āshe said, with a sigh.
āI know I hurt you āhe began, avoiding her eyesā. What I saidā¦ it was too much. It wasnāt fair, and Iām sorry. I shouldnāt have said those things.
ā¢ He paused, swallowing his words before continuing:
āIāve noticedā¦ it affects me to see you happy with others, and I realize something I didnāt want to admitā¦ I miss you. I didnāt know how much until you stepped away.
ā¢ Her chest tightened hearing him. His words werenāt a rushed āI love you,ā but they were sincere, filled with the honesty he usually avoided.
āā¦I miss you too āshe whispered, barely admitting it.
ā¢ From that moment, things slowly started to rebuild. Sieun didnāt make exaggerated love declarations, but he began showing affection through small, real gestures:
Walking together, hands brushing occasionally.
Helping with everyday things: grabbing something she couldnāt reach, opening doors, offering his jacket if it was cold.
Small jokes, shared smiles, comfortable silences just being together.
Glances that lingered slightly longer than necessary, saying more than words could.
ā¢ Every encounter was slow and careful. She remained cautious but started noticing that he cared, that he paid attention, and even if he didnāt say āI love you,ā his actions spoke volumes.
ā¢ One day, after a long practice, he came over and rested a hand on her shoulder, simple but meaningful.
āI donāt want this to happen again āhe said seriouslyā. I donāt want you to step away like that again.
ā¢ She nodded, a mix of relief and caution:
āI knowā¦ but I need to see that things really change.
āI will āhe repliedā. Not just with words. Iāll show you, in my own way.
ā¢ Over time, they grew closer. Sieun stayed serious and reserved, but there were real gestures of closeness: walking silently together, looking at each other without needing words, supporting each other during hard times, sharing small laughs naturally.
ā¢ Finally, after weeks of rebuilding, they met in the park at sunset. They sat on a bench quietly. He glanced at her with his usual seriousness:
āNo, I donāt want to lose this again āhe said, voice low but firm, measured, not forced.
āNor do I āshe replied, letting out a soft sigh and leaning her head slightly on his shoulderā. Being next to youā¦ even in silence, it feels right.
ā¢ They stayed like that for a while, listening to the wind, the distant sounds of the park. There were no big declarations, no exaggerated gestures. The silence between them held meaning, full of trust and understanding. Every small touch, every subtle movement spoke louder than words.
ā¢ Slowly, he slid his hand over hers, just barely, and she intertwined her fingers with his. It wasnāt a dramatic momentāit was simply a quiet reminder that they were there for each other.
ā¢ She smiled, not like before with exaggerated excitement, but with calm reassurance. He returned a slight, almost imperceptible smile, loaded with significance.
ā¢ That evening, they left the bench, walking together naturally, step by step, letting time guide them. No grand promises, only tiny moments: shared glances, comfortable silences, soft laughter, and the quiet certainty of mutual trust.
ā¢ Over time, their relationship continued to grow in this way: slowly, realistically, full of care and small acts of thoughtfulness. They supported each other through tough days, celebrated small victories, teased gently, and learned that true connection doesnāt need to be loudāit only needs to be present, patient, and steady.
ā¢ And so, after misunderstandings and hurt, distance and remorse, they found their balance. A safe space where they could just be themselves, where they could laugh, cry, or simply exist together.
ā¢ It wasnāt overly sweet, it wasnāt exaggeratedābut it was enough. Real, tender, true. Their relationship flourished, step by step, day by day, like everything worth keeping: with patience, care, and the quiet reassurance that, finally, they were togetherāwithout fear, without rush, just the two of them.
Authorās Note: Thank you so much for your kind words, my dear š. I hope you enjoy the story! If thereās anything youād like me to change or add, donāt hesitate to tell meāIām happy to make adjustments. Your feedback means a lot to me!
