#hannyoontify

seungcheol 

for other people, it was always ‘sorry my folks won’t let me’ to hanging out with friends. but for you? oh no no no it was ‘... seungcheol said no’ and everyone knew there was no refuting it bc once cheol makes up his mind, there was no changing it. he’s like your third parent, always calling and making sure that you’re where you’re supposed to be. on days when you come back late at night, it was seungcheol who’s patiently waiting for you in the living room, not your parents (he had convinced them to go to sleep and swore to stay awake until you got home) but like he would be such a sweet, protective older brother :(( if he’s out grabbing snacks or groceries, he always makes sure to grab a bag of your favorite snacks and when he gets home, he js silently drops it on your bed and leaves your room. and omg sometimes he would help out with your math and chem homework, and nine times out of ten, it led to both you and your dad getting yelled at by cheol at 10 pm at night at the kitchen table bc neither of you could understand cos, sin, and tan 

jeonghan 

having jeonghan as your older brother would be so interesting omg like when you guys were younger, you were able to count on one hand the number of times you’ve won a game against him. he always said that it was bc he was js better than you but everyone and their mother knew that the little shit eater (affectionate) was shoving uno cards up his sleeves whenever he could. as you guys get older, he would probably cheat his way out of doing chores and leave you to do the dishes all on your own. he would only come back later bc he felt bad and he would help you put away the cutlery. he would randomly come into your room and stand by the doorway for 3 minutes before he js leaves LOL omg and when you were in middle school, he packed your lunch everyday and occasionally wrote a note that reminded you to do drink water bc you never fucking drink water and it pisses jeonghan off

joshua

DUDEEE i think you would be that friend who has a cute older brother. like that one time shua gave you and your friends a ride to the beach, your friends were all giggling and shit in the backseat whenever he smiled. at one point, you had to scold joshua bc his friendly behavior had all of your friends crushing on him and told him to stop being so nice but he js laughed and ruffled your hair. but i feel like having joshua as a brother would be so nice. like if you were in a bad mood, he always left food and water outside your door and texted you smth like ‘there’s food outside if you want any. you can do so much better than that jerk anyway’ AHHH AND AND when you were still in school, there were some days where shua comes home at 5 am, covered in glitter and smelling like alcohol and sweat. he would go into the kitchen, where you’re eating breakfast before going to school, and he would js grab a cup of water, ruffle your hair as a greeting before disappearing into his room. the first time that happened shua made you swear up and down that you wouldn’t tell your parents (you didn’t and you never have)

junhui

JUN WOULD BE SUCH A FUN BIG BROTHER LMAO LIKE he would conjure up the most random food concoctions in the kitchen at 2 am and then force have you be the taste tester. 8 times out of 10 it was edible, but once in a while, you would have to spit out the lump of… burnt charcoal?? you spit it out and complain that it tastes disgusting and junhui would js laugh at you. it was disgusting, but you considered it some of your favorite memories with jun. and you guys would have like an unspoken kind of connection like you guys can stare at each other and js understand how the other person’s feeling it’s rlly nice actually, to have a brother who js knows how you feel without saying a word. OH and you guys would def watch comedy shows together late at night and you guys def have inside jokes from the shows you watch heh

hoshi

oh my god imagine hoshi as your older brother holy crap. i feel like he would either be a super protective older brother or an older brother who acts like a younger one. like your parents genuinely questioned how hoshi could be older than you sometimes. but having him as your older brother regardless of either would be so fun. like the mafia game is def 100% banned from family gatherings bc last time it happened, soonyoung was doing cartwheels around the living room, screeching and accusing your great aunt of being the mafia LMAO LIKE bro takes mafia a little too seriously LMAOO but seriously like you probably started his horanghae agenda. when you guys were younger, he was obsessed with tiger patterned things and so you started calling him ‘tiger’ as a joke and it js kinda stuck (woozi hates you for that btw) oh but he would be so annoying like if he sees you with your crush, later that day he’ll be like ‘oooooo was that one person you were talking-’ and you have to throw a handful of lettuce to shut him up

wonwoo

the most chillest older brother EVER. like if you randomly walk into his room and ask for a ride to the mall for you and your friends, he would put down his book and grab his car keys without a second thought. and if your parents said no to hanging out with friends, you knew that wonwoo would find a way to sneak you out later. i feel like when you guys are hanging out together, you would each be doing your own thing. he would send you a meme via messages instead of js showing you on his phone since you were on the other side of the couch and then you guys would js laugh about it together. i feel like wonwoo would be like a ‘silent but deadly’ kind of protective brother. like he doesn’t stop you from going out and trying out things but if you’re ever in trouble, he’s always one call away. like he is such a supportive and understanding brother i love <3

woozi 

jihoon as your older brother would be so interesting. like he’s always staying up and working until the crack of dawn in his studio but if he sees you awake past 12 am he would be upset that you weren’t getting enough sleep. ‘go to sleep, it’s past your bedtime’ ‘IM A GROWN ASS ADULT JIHOON’ ooo also i think jihoon would be like a little more serious older brother. like if you ever had any worries or concerns, woozi would immediately put down whatever he was doing to listen intently to what you had to say. whether you wanted advice or some comforting words, jihoon always has something to say that would make you feel better. he would also randomly stop by your room to make sure that you’re doing alright and that you were taking care of yourself. ooo and if you’re into music, he would be your #1 supporter and critic LMAO like right after your piano recital he would go up to you and say ‘you could’ve worked on the dynamics a little more’ before handing you a big ass bouquet of flowers ‘good job today, you did amazing’

minghao 

meditation sessions together!! if hao notices that you’re looking a little too stressed, he would force you to get out of your room and have you meditate with him in the living room. he still kinda thinks of you as his baby sibling. he gets worried that you’re overdoing it sometimes and makes sure that you’re taking it easy. he’ll randomly text you throughout the day to make sure that you’re doing alright and if he’s making himself a cup of tea, he always asks you if you want some too. oh and he would definitely help you with your homework when you need it. OH OH OH AND ALSO i feel like he would be a rlly good listener. like you can vent to him all you want and he won’t judge you at all, just listen and nod his head until you feel better

mingyu

mr gyu!!! lowkey tho i feel like he could be an annoying older brother LMAO like kinda like jeonghan he’ll come into your room, knock over something and then just leave. you thought it was annoying but you knew it was his way of showing that he cared about you and making sure that you were doing alright. and if he makes food, he always makes sure to leave some extras in the fridge for you so you could never stay mad at him for anything. oh my god and if you ever start dating someone get ready for the older brother interrogation!! his bigger, physical build would scare the living crap out of your partners LMAO ‘touch [Name] and you’re done for’ kinda vibe and it’s true but he’s also like ‘new friend!!’ but he’s gonna make sure that he intimidates them first before befriending them lol also i feel like when you guys were younger, despite being the younger one, you got mingyu into trouble more than you did lolz

dokyeom

dokyeom is like a 2+1 deal lol like he’s your older brother but he’s also your best friend. you’re somehow always looped into his dumb antics but he’s the only one that gets in trouble for it. oh oh oh and if you’re in a bad mood, he’ll burst into your room with his portable karaoke machine and disco lights to cheer you up. omg and he would like change the lyrics of the song ‘why is my little sibling crying~~~ don’t you know you get 100 times uglier when you cry~~~ that piece of shit wasn’t worth it anyway~~~ stop crying and join me in my singING~~~~~’ it always manages to cheer you up and before the tears have all dried up, you’re already laughing while you’re singing with dokyeom (you really appreciate how hard he works to cheer you up)

seungkwan

okay bc why is arguing with him lowkey funny LMAO LIKE seungkwan will be chilling in his room and you’ll barge in, yelling at him for leaving the toilet seat up LMAO or not cleaning up all the hair he sheds after a shower and he’ll start yelling back in his defense LOL and omg we all know how much seungkwan loves his mom so in most cases, if you ever do anything, seungkwan’s gonna immediately run to your mom ‘MOMMM THEY’RE DOING IT AGAINNNN’ but yea you guys would def get into immature fights abt the TV remote control or who gets to sit in shotgun lol but also i feel like seungkwan would be kind of like subtle in the way that he shows that he cares for you. like he’ll always make sure your favorite snack is stored in the pantry and restock it the day that it disappears, and he knows you’re sensitive to the cold, so if you ever fall asleep with your window open, he’ll come in and close it so you don’t wake up the next morning with a sore throat. you both dance and sing to wonder girls together whenever he visits home and he’ll throw his slipper at you if you get a single dance move or lyric wrong ‘i can’t believe i’m related to you’

vernon

NO BC VERNON WOULD BE THE SWEETEST, BEST OLDER BROTHER EVER :(((( like when you guys were younger, he would read you bedtime stories and if you were crying, he would silently hold your hand while you get consoled by your mother until you feel better. i can imagine hansol walking you and dropping you off at school before going to his own, and he always makes sure to see you enter the building before he leaves to go to his own school (stop this is making me so soft) and when you guys are older, similar to wonwoo, he doesn’t really intervene in your life and the choices you make unless it’s smth really dumb and a bad ending was inevitable. like he doesn’t pry about your personal life but he occasionally checks in to make sure that you’re feeling alright and he always lets you know that he’s always there if you need to talk to someone abt anything. he kinda joins in whatever nonsense you do, like you have an extra concert ticket? vernon is your ride + concert buddy. you wanna go to the beach? vernon already has his sunscreen applied. you’re running away and joining the circus? you guys can be a duo act

dino

omg literally thing 1 and thing 2 like i feel dino would also be a sibling that you would get into petty arguments with. ‘stop calling me your younger brother, i’m literally [insert number] of years/days older than you’ ‘then maybe you should start acting like it- STOP I DIDN’T MEAN IT I’M SORRY HELP’ (he started tickling you) LMAO LIKE lowkey you guys can argue but you know it’s over if you guys ever get into a physical brawl, cuz bro knows how to FIGHT. he can throw a mean punch and you’ve witnessed firsthand what his fists could do (he beat up a school bully in 7th grade) i feel like you two would get along like 2 peas in a pod tho (secretly when no one’s looking) like you guys are always on the same wavelength and have similar habits that you guys picked up from each other. and despite being the younger sibling, chan often fell victim to your pranks and jokes (poor boy save him) and similar to dk, it was like having a best friend and a brother all in one and you can bicker with him all you want

You first saw him on a hot, weary day in June. 

Your crappy ex-boss demanded requested that you return to his company not even 2 weeks after you had left. You had just quit his company and were looking for a new one, but no one seemed to be hiring. You reluctantly went back because the bills weren’t going to pay themselves and someone had to pay the overpriced monthly rent for your one-bedroom apartment in downtown New York City. 

You moved to New York City from your middle-of-nowhere hometown at the age of 23. You were fresh out of college, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as you swore to yourself that you would make your mark as a journalist and make it big in the City of Dreams. 

3 years and a pandemic later, you were merely a staff member for the local newspaper instead of being the youngest editor-in-chief in history for the New York Times as you had envisioned. 

That morning, your blaring alarm seemed even more annoying than it usually was. After taking a hot shower and eating a filling breakfast, you left your apartment in haste, eager to catch the earliest train to your work. 

The train station was almost empty, since it was still early in the morning, and the train was equally as empty save for a couple of strangers scattered across the seats when you stepped into the railcar. You sat in an open seat, across from a man looking down and reading a newspaper in his lap. 

The train lurched as it started to move again, and you saw the man sitting across from you shift in his seat because of the sudden movement and the moment he looked up, time seemed to momentarily stop.

He was beautiful. His mask was pulled down to his chin because of the lack of a crowd, showing his sweet, rounded face that seemed to be full of youth. His big, round eyes seemed to sparkle, and a small, dark mole under his left eye immediately caught your attention. 

The stranger was wearing a matching gray suit with shiny brown leather shoes. Smart-looking glasses were perched on his pretty nose, and his dark brown hair was swept across his forehead. Calling this man beautiful would be an understatement. He was a work of art, you thought.

You allowed yourself the luxury to look only for a second before diverting your gaze; you didn’t want to seem rude. He went back to reading his newspaper and you felt your face beginning to flush a shade of bright crimson red. 

You were never one to be curious about strangers. Your personality naturally made you a very shy and quiet person who never really concerned themselves with the people around them, especially strangers. But oddly enough, this beautiful stranger intrigued you. You wanted to speak with him, you wanted to know his name. His formal choice of clothing made you question his occupation and for what reason he could be out and about this early. Where he was from, where he was going? What were his thoughts and opinions on mint chocolate ice cream? 

The world was silent, with the rattling of the train wheels and the occasional crumple of the beautiful stranger’s newspaper being the only exception. You tried to make yourself seem busy by plugging in your earbuds and pretending to mindlessly scroll on your lock screen, but in reality, you were watching him through your eyelashes. His long, nimble fingers thumbed through the newspaper, clicking his tongue and shaking his head occasionally whenever he read about something unfortunate, or hummed when he read something interesting in the opinions column. At one point, you swore that he smiled, and you felt your heart melt into a puddle of goo and drop by your feet. 

You became curious about the newspaper he was reading. Could it be the newspaper that you worked for? That would be a good excuse for starting a conversation with him, you thought to yourself. 

After a lot of pondering and internal conflict, you gathered the courage to stand up to go over and speak to him. The moment you stood up, the intercom announced the upcoming stop, which, as luck would have it, was yours. You halted in your tracks, rethinking the choice you were about to make. You heard the doors opening as you came to your stop. 

You reluctantly left the train and looked back until it was no longer in view. What if you had gathered the courage to speak to him a little earlier? Would you have known his name? You could’ve exchanged a few words, and a fairytale moment could have occurred. But now, your beautiful stranger was going to have to remain a stranger until you saw him again. 

The next time you saw him was a couple of days later. He was sitting in the railcar in similarly styled clothing, with yet again, a newspaper in hand. In his other hand was a cup of coffee that was balancing on his knee as he stared intently at the paper. You stared at the beautiful man, watching him as he took a slow sip from the coffee that you couldn’t recognize the brand of. 

You sighed as you pulled out your sketchbook and drawing pencil and you began to sketch the stranger. Although writing was your passion, you also enjoyed drawing. If you had not majored in journalism, you often think that you would’ve been an art major. Your pencil began to move across the rough canvas, drawing the contrasting hard lines and soft dips and curves of the beautiful stranger in front of you. 

By the time the train pulled up to your stop, you were almost done. The only thing missing was his face. During the entire train ride, the man had not looked up a single time–at least not when you were looking. Feeling disappointed, you stood up from your seat and made your way to the doors. 

You looked at your beautiful stranger through the reflection of the glass one last time, but instead of seeing the top of his head like you usually did, you caught him staring at you. Although you were the one who caught him staring at you, you still felt like a child that was caught stealing from a candy store. You felt your cheeks flare up in embarrassment and you quickly looked away.

For the next couple of months, you found yourself constantly looking for the beautiful stranger who showed up on your morning commute at random intervals. He always had a cup of coffee from the same store and a newspaper in hand. 

You began to notice small things about him. You noticed that he always spent the most amount of time in the sports and opinions section. He always had a pen tucked in the front pocket of his blazer that he occasionally used to underline something in the newspaper, or sometimes, when he finished the newspaper earlier than usual, he would solve the crossword puzzle on the back. 

You also learned that the newspaper he was reading was indeed from the same small company that you were working for. After learning about his fondness for the opinions column, you begged your editor-in-chief to let you write more pieces for that specific category. She thought you were out of your mind but still granted it. Now, you were writing a piece for the opinions column nearly every day. It was more work than you were used to, but for some reason, it didn’t tire you out like it usually would have. 

It was definitely too early to call it love, but your innocent crush on your morning commute slowly grew into something more. Almost every day, you stared at the unfinished sketch of the stranger and wondered when you would be able to finish the drawing. Over the course of time, the edges of the paper had begun to fray and wear away. There were smudges from the graphite of your pencil and there were creases from all the times you folded and unfolded the paper. 

It was a little over 10 pm when you boarded the near-empty train after a particularly long shift. Your fingers, shoulders, and neck were sore from bending over your desk and writing all day. There were only a couple of people sitting quietly in their respective seats; heads tucked down, ears plugged in, and eyes closed. Entering the train, you quietly surveyed the railcar, looking for a seat when you spotted a familiar-looking face.

There he was again, your beautiful stranger. For the first time, he was wearing something other than his usual formal blazer and slacks. This particular evening, he was dressed in much more casual clothes; a matching dark blue sweater and sweatpants, and he had headphones pulled over his head. You ran your hand through your hair in a short attempt to make yourself presentable and chose to sit in the empty seat across from him. 

Your beautiful stranger looked much younger and at ease like this. His usually hardened hair was now a fluffy mess (you thought it was adorable) that tumbled across his forehead and temples. His eyebrows were pinched into a frown as he bit on the tip of the same pen that he always uses. His eyes were staring intensely at the crossword puzzle in the back of the newspaper from a couple of days ago. 

You knew it was a tough one. Your editor-in-chief had been giggling hysterically in her office when she made that day's puzzle, so you knew it was going to be bad. You had already solved it the day it was out, with the help of your co-worker who sat across from you, but it was perfectly understandable why he was still stuck.

You abruptly stood up and took a deep breath before walking towards the pretty man. He sensed your presence and looked up at you with bright eyes. 

“Hi.”

“Hello,” the man took off his headphones. His voice was soft and gentle, it reminded you of a warm cup of milk on a rainy day. Yeah, it was weirdly specific, but you liked it. “Can I help you?”

“Is that.. Is that the ‘Daily Seventeen Times’ issue from a couple of days ago?” You asked. Every second passing felt like a sign from the universe telling you to stop. Sirens began going off in your head. ‘Abort! Abort! Abort mission! Bad idea!’

“Yeah, it is! I’m stuck on their crossword puzzle and it’s absolutely destroying me.” Too late now.

“Oh, I actually work at ‘Daily Seventeen Times’, if you want my help.” The beautiful not-so-stranger beamed at your offer.

“Oh, would you? I would really appreciate that. My friend and I are competing to see who can complete 100 crossword puzzles from your magazine faster, and it’s a really close tie so I’m desperate.” He explained. He motioned for you to sit down in the empty seat next to him and you (gladly) obliged.

“I’m [Name], by the way,” you said, in hopes that you can learn his name as well.

The handsome man smiled and offered you his hand to shake. “I’m Seungkwan, nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand and smiled back. He had a nice smile, you thought to yourself. You locked eyes with him and you both just sat there for a minute, staring into each other’s eyes. With someone else, it would’ve been awkward, but with Seungkwan, it didn't feel that way at all.

“Now back to the crossword puzzle,” You were snapped out of your trance-like state by his warm voice and nodded.

“Yes. Cross-puzzle word. Right.” 

You felt the tips of your ears burn bright red at your stutter, but Seungkwan didn’t notice. Quickly recovering from your embarrassment, you looked over his shoulder to see what he was struggling with.

The two of you sat in silence while Seungkwan scribbled out words on the margins of the page, trying to figure out how to solve the puzzle without losing his sanity. You occasionally pointed out a few hints that he accepted gratefully. Before you knew it, 30 minutes had passed, and your stop and apartment was long past you, but you didn’t care.

“Hey, this might seem a little creepy, but where do you live? Because we just passed by my stop,” Seungkwan said. 

“Oh!” You laughed. “We passed by my stop a while ago, but don’t worry about it. I can grab a cab.”

Seungkwan buried his face into his hands and groaned. “Oh man, I’m so sorry. I completely lost track of time. I can pay for your cab fee if you can give me your number-”

Your mouth fell open into a little ‘o’ shape.

“Oh my god, was that too straightforward? Sorry, uhm…” Seungkwan awkwardly sat next to you, trying to find the right words to say. “What I meant was… if you want, do you want to meet up this weekend for brunch or something and finish this crossword puzzle?”

You raised a surprised brow at him and he began to ramble again. “Again, if that’s also too straightforward, forget I said anything. We can both get off on the next stop and go on our own separate ways and-”

Your laugh cut off his incessant rambling. “Is this your way of asking me out, Seungkwan?”

“M-maybe..”

“Then, yes. I would love to go out for brunch and solve this damned crossword puzzle with you.”