summary: junghwan is known as treasureâs precious youngest who canât even talk to girls, so why is this random girl in their kitchen claiming that theyâre friends?
warnings: ot12 treasure implied, reader and junghwan are the same age, reader stutters at some point but it doesnât last, sick junghwan = bold junghwan ( ooc ik but itâs for plot reasons )
pairing: fem! idol! reader x so junghwan
genre: fluff, comfort, kind of comedy, treasure being suspicious and dramatic
author note: treasure map is back we cheered !!!! this will also have a part 2 at some point ( i just need to figure out the plot and timeline )
y/n knew that the only reason sheâs friends with so junghwan is because of her member â even though it did take a few months for junghwan to actually look at and speak to her.
"you're doing it wrong"
currently, their friendship is in the territory where they argue and make fun of each other so often that it makes people think that they must hate the other.
"you can't even cook!"
"i know. i just like telling you that you're wrong" she glared and threatingly raised the large knife in her hand, but it only made junghwan smile
y/n wasn't even supposed to be here, or around junghwan at all, but when he called and coughed in her ear for five seconds straight before asking if she could bring him some medicine since his members weren't answering, she had sighed and agreed. even if they did argue and fight constantly, she wasn't mean enough to ignore him while heâs sick.
however, when she arrived, junghwan then asked if she could make him some soup since he tried and all the water somehow disappeared from the pot ( junghwan also almost set the dorm on fire, but no one had to know ).
so now, y/n is preparing him soup while he judges her every move.
âgo spread your germs somewhere else or at least put a damn mask on⊠if i get sick iâm throwing you out the windowâ he laughed, but then started coughing which made y/n quickly cover the ingredients
âgo take a shower. itâll make you feel betterâ her tone went soft as she grabbed the ingredients and turned around
junghwan blinked as he stared at her back. y/n always does this; theyâll be in the middle of an argument or had just finished one when she says something so quietly and gentle that it makes him freeze.
theyâre friends, of course she cares, but sometimes it made junghwanâs heart leap and cheeks grow red from â well, he doesnât really know.
âdonât make the water too hot or youâll feel dizzy. iâll come check on you if i feel like youâre taking too long and your members arenât backâ she glanced back making junghwan nod⊠almost timidly, but y/n didnât think much of it
she heard him let out a few more coughs before the sound of his chair was scraped back and his footsteps slowly got quieter.
y/n let out a breath that she didnât realise she was holding in and looked down at the ingredients.
âis this normal for friends?â she questioned
âor is this⊠something different?â she wondered
y/n was busy scrolling through her phone with earphones in to notice that junghwanâs members had come back â she hadnât even thought about the possibility of them not knowing that she had even came over, much less be completely unaware of her entire existence.
âsomethingâs offâ hyunsuk stated as soon as junkyu opened the door, which made him scoff
âyouâre only saying that to scare us and itâs not working!â he quickly slipped his shoes off, took a few steps in, but then stopped
âwhat is it?â haruto asked
âthereâs a girlâ junkyu whispered
âwhat?â the members questioned behind
âthereâs a girl. in our kitchenâ he said slowly as they peeked out from behind
âIs it a ghost?â jeongwoo spoke as he and jaehyuk clinged to each other
âdoesnât seem like itâŠâ
hyunsuk took a deep breath, mentally reassured himself, and walked into their kitchen where y/n was trying to find something big enough to put the bowl of soup, medicine, and tea she also made on.
âoiâ hyunsuk said, voice loud and firm that it made y/n jump
she turned and stared at junghwanâs member like someone who was caught doing a crime â sheâs never met any of them before since their schedules donât line up. she has seen jeongwoo ( who was hiding behind hyunsuk with the others ) before around school, but theyâve never interacted ( unless junghwan complaining about him counted, but she doubts it ).
âwho are you? what are you doing?â hyunsuk demanded while staring straight at her
the boys didnât think they had any stalkers, much less one that looks this youngâŠ
âum⊠mâŠmaking soup?â
okay. they werenât expecting that.
junkyu peeked out and looked at the pot on their stove before shifting his attention towards the cup and⊠medicine bottle?
âjâŠjunghwanâs sick⊠he asked me tâŠto come oâŠoverâ
y/n actually canât believe she stuttering right now, but jeez, junghwanâs leader is really intimidating â more than hers anyways.
âas ifâ he scoffed making her eyebrows furrow
âwhatâd you mean?â
âjunghwan canât talk to girlsâ
âi know⊠my member was friends with himâŠâ she spoke slowly while hyunsuk narrowed his eyes
itâs on thing to say that theyâre friends, but then saying that he was friends with her member first?
âyouâre an idol?â jaehyuk asked making her nod
âiâm in ( group name )â
y/n watched as haruto tapped hyunsuk on the shoulder before showing him his phone that had her profile on it.
âyouâre in a co-ed groupâ she nodded
âyeah. me and ( member name ) are the same age⊠we go to school with junghwan⊠theyâre in the same classâ
she played with the string of her earphones as the boys looked at each other. y/n glanced behind her before taking a deep breath and speaking up.
"um..." the five boys immediately snapped their heads towards her
y/n placed the bowl of soup on junghwan's beside table before placing a hand on his shoulder and carefully shook him awake.
he whined and pulled the blanket higher, making her sigh.
"come on, hwan, you need to take more medicine and eat something"
âhwan?â jaehyuk repeated in disbelief
junghwan let out a groan, but allowed y/n to push the blanket down and help him sit up as his members watched from behind â they truly couldn't believe what they were seeing.
not only did their precious youngest forget to tell them that he's friend with a girl, but they're this comfortable with each other!?
if hyunsuk felt like he was going to faint, he couldn't even imagine what the other members were feeling or might feel when he tells the others.
junkyu passed her the small medicine cup which caused a look of disgust to form on junghwan's face, but it was immediately wiped off as he started coughing. she used her free hand to quickly pat his back and the members actually gasped at seeing him lean into her.
"have your medicine hwan, it'll make you feel better" he nodded and took it from her hands
"he argued with me when i tried to make him take medicine earlier" junkyu huffed out
junghwan held out the now empty medicine cup as y/n passed him the cup of tea that jeongwoo had placed down beside his soup.
"thank you" he said weakly and she smiled softly
"it's alright. you do need to bit a though before you go back to sleep" he sighed but allowed her to take the cup away
the boys watched her scoop some of the soup before bringing it to her lips and⊠blowing it?
âi canât believe thisâ haruto said as she held out the spoon to junghwan⊠who ate it?!
âi feel like iâm going to faintâ hyunsuk stated as he moved to hold onto the wall
y/n rolled her eyes and feed junghwan some more as he let out a small laugh ( that thankfully didnât turn into another coughing fit ) after swallowing.
âjust ignore themâ he said and placed his hand over hers
âitâs a bit hard when theyâre right behind meâ junghwan softly rubbed his thumb over her hand as reassurance while his members were quietly freaking out
y/n pursed her lips as she stared at junghwan who just smiled tiredly.
âokay!â the youngest let out a sigh as hyunsuk took the bowl of soup away from y/n
âitâs getting late, you should probably head homeâ he smiled at the girl who looked at an annoyed junghwan
âalrightâ she slowly stood up, eyes never leaving junghwan
âtext me later?â junkyu choked at her words
âi willâ he promised making her nod
she then turned to the five boys who kept looking between them.
âit was nice meeting youâsâ
y/n looked back at junghwan one last time before walking out of his room.
the boy sighed and glared at his members who took massive offence to his look.
âyouâs are so embarrassingâ he then pulled up his blanket and turned away from them
they couldnât believe it.
âi canât believe that weâre actually witnessing his rebellious stageâ
it went quiet before haruto spoke up.
âyouâs donât think theyâre more than friends, right?â
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Junghwan playfully calls you ânerd,â stealing your snacks, or poking fun at your typosâbut the grin on his face always gives him away.
âą Quietly Protective:
He doesnât make a big show of it, but he walks you home, waits up for your texts, and steps closer when anyone gets too flirty around you.
âą Big Fan of Cozy Dates:
Junghwan would pick cuddling on the couch over going out any day. Give him sweats, takeout, and your head on his chest, and heâs in heaven.
âą Shy with Compliments:
He adores you, but saying it out loud still makes him blush. So instead of âYouâre beautiful,â itâs, âWhatever⊠you look good as fuck today or whatever.â
âą Acts Unbothered, Is Whipped:
Pretends he doesnât care about your selfies or your good morning textsâmeanwhile, his camera roll is full of you, and he reads your texts 0.2 seconds after you send them.
âą Obsessed With Your Scent:
He loves burying his face in your hair or hoodie. âYou smell like home,â he mumbles before falling asleep on you.
âą Subtle PDA:
Junghwanâs not big on hand-holding in public because heâs shy, but heâll bump your shoulder, tug your sleeve, or whisper something dumb just to make you smile.
âą Comfort:
If youâre upset, heâs calm, grounded, and unshakably on your side. âI donât care who said what. You donât deserve to be treated like that.â
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âą Lowkey Filth Brain:
He may act shy at first, but once heâs comfortable? Heâs wild. He loves hearing you moan, seeing you messy, and knowing heâs the one who did it.
âą Loves When You Take Control (But Heâll Flip It):
Let him sit back while you straddle him and act confidentâuntil he grabs your hips, flips you under him, and says, âMy turn.â Your pussy should be very afraid.
âą Chokes on Praise:
He tries to be cocky during sex, but the second you call him âdaddy,â heâs groaning and losing rhythm. âSay it again.â
âą Lip-Biting & Hair Grabbing:
His hands are always in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. Heâll bite your lip while heâs fucking you and mumble, âSo pretty when youâre like this.â
âą Backshots = Favorite:
Something about seeing you arched and breathless for him makes him absolutely feral. Heâll yank you back by the hair and whisper, âYou like being ruined like this?â
âą Mouthy and Dirty:
His mouth doesnât stopâheâs constantly talking you through it. âSo wet for me.â âYou were made for this.â âFuck, look at the way you take me.â
âą Sensitive but Relentless:
Heâs always hard around you and can get turned on fast. And once he starts, he wants multiple rounds. âOne more. Just one. Câmon, baby.â
âą Clothes Half-On During Sex:
Thereâs something about your skirt still on, or his shirt half-unbuttoned, that makes him go crazy. âCanât even wait to undress you. That bad, huh?â
âą Gets Off on Eye Contact:
Especially if youâre whimpering under him or riding him slowly. âEyes on me. Donât look away. I want to see your face when you break.â
âą Snuggly Aftercare:
The second youâre done, heâs wiping you down, kissing your cheeks, tucking your hair back. âYou okay, baby? Did I go too hard? Need water?â
genre. academic rivals to lovers. mutual pining. fluff. a little angst.
warnings. both reader and shinyu are academic slays. reader experiences burnout. not proofread thoroughly.
pairing. class president!shinyu x fem!class president!reader.
wc. 2.4k.
request. requested by @eternalgyu, here.
a/n. finally in my tws fic era ready to fill the void bcuz why aren't ppl stanning and writing for these boys??
You sighed as you shut your locker and the first thing in your view was Junghwan along with a small group of girls tailing behind him. You sent him a look, raising your eyebrow as if to question the situation, though you were all too familiar with it. It was almost routine. Junghwan could barely walk around the school without having his many admirers clinging to his side. It was annoying. He was annoying.
Junghwan just rolled his eyes at your look and walked off, leaving you to find your next class by yourself. You werenât sure why you kept expecting him to show you any kind of attention. You were co-class presidents; so it would make sense that you would both get along. Apparently not, at least not during school hours.
Given the obvious dynamic between you two, most people in the school had a running joke that you both hated each other. You werenât quite sure if it was true or not. Hate was a strong word, and annoyed might be a better descriptor of how Junghwan made you feel.
He never seemed to do his work as the president during school hours, spending the time instead flocked with his own group of admirers. You wondered how anyone could take that amount of attention without getting a headache. Not knowing when or if he would ever finish his assigned work had often left you stressing, yet Junghwan always seemed to pull through at the very last minute, often handing you the neatly done work minutes before you needed it. You werenât sure how Junghwan had even gotten the position as president in the first place with how irresponsible he seemed to be. You were almost certain that he had gotten in by majority vote, using his good looks to get whatever he wanted, as usual.Â
Most annoyingly was how his face seemed to stop you from reprimanding him whenever he didnât do something he was supposed to. It meant more work for you, yet you couldnât seem to even complain about it. Over the months, it became harder and harder to even keep up the playful banter and savage remarks that you were used to exchanging with him. Before too long you realized the detrimental mistake you had made.
You had grown feelings for him.
Exam season was always extra work for the class presidents. You had to take as many tests as all the other students, but your separate president responsibilities only increased as the end of the school year grew closer. You shouldâve noticed the signs of burnout before they hit you hard, but you didnât.
Everything started to feel overwhelming before you knew it. You could barely focus in class or when you tried to study. Everything seemed to bring you closer to tears, even little things like Junghwanâs teasing. Things you used to handle just fine, even some that you used to enjoy. You barely had the energy to be annoyed at Junghwan anymore, just confused. It was as if he was never affected like you were. Everything seemed so easy for him. It just wasnât fair. Worst of all, he didnât even seem to notice how much you were struggling. He was the only classmate in the school that you had ever considered to be your friend, but even now you were questioning it. The more you felt invisible to him, the worse your burnout got.
You kept pushing yourself as much as you could. You didnât know what else to do but to keep going. It was all you knew how to do. You completed exam after exam, feeling numb each time you got your scores back, watching as they slowly continued to drop 1 point at a time. You tried your best to handle all the activities for class president duties on top of it, but each time you noticed how the quality dropped significantly. You didnât feel proud of your work like you once used to, you only felt tired.Â
You longed each day for someone to care enough to notice how much you were struggling. Particularly, you wished that Junghwan would notice. It was stupid to have developed a crush on him despite how careless and irresponsible he seemed to be, but you had genuinely enjoyed all the banter and rivalry you had with him over the months. It gave you something to look forward to. Another reason for you to do your best, knowing that someone would care and be impressed. Once you lost energy to keep up with it, though, you just wished he would talk to you normally.Â
âHey, Y/n! Can we talk?â Junghwan pulled you aside after class ended, something you couldnât have predicted in a million years. âAre you okay?â His hands were placed on your shoulders, and he tilted his head, inspecting your face carefully, noticing the unmistakable signs of tiredness with worried eyes.
âDo you even care?â You asked, an unusually irritated tinge in your voice. You never talked like that. You were unused to having him this close to you. As much as you felt unable to do anything, you liked how the simple feeling of his hands on your shoulders seemed to ease away some of the stress you were feeling.
âYes. I care about you. Youâve seemed so down lately, donât think I havenât noticed. I just want to know whatâs bothering you.â He frowned when you started to tear up. âHeyâŠâ His voice softened just above a whisper when the tears started to escape your waterline. He reached up to wipe them away, but hesitated at the last second, leaving his hand up in mid-air awkwardly.Â
âSorry.â You sniffed and stepped back from him to wipe away your tears. âI donât know whatâs wrong with me- everythingâs just felt like so much. I-itâs stupid.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with you.â He countered. His tone was almost unlike him. He was always joking and teasing, but he said it so seriously that you instantly wanted to believe him. He led you to sit down by one of the desks, pulling another one right across from it so he could sit facing you.
He coaxed you to tell him everything that was on your mind. You were apprehensive at first, wondering if he might make a joke out of it. You knew him and his tendencies, and while you sometimes adored how he could make light of any situation, it wasnât something you wanted right now. Thankfully, he didnât. He knew that it was a situation that was serious to you, and he only listened intently, giving you as much time as you needed. Only after he was sure that you were done telling him everything, he spoke again.
âI think you should step down from being a class president.â
âWhat?â You were taken aback by his suggestion. It was absurd. You had been the student president for years. You had worked your ass off for it. You almost couldnât imagine not having the responsibility.Â
âJust hear me outâ only for a bit. The year is almost over anyway, and youâve done more than 80% of the work. Next year you can go back to it if you feel like it, but you need a break. Iâll take care of everything, I promise, but only if you agree to give yourself a break.âÂ
His words slowly sunk in, and you couldnât ignore how right he was. You were overloaded. The only thing that you could drop from your responsibilities reasonably was class president. You reluctantly agreed, deciding to trust Junghwan on this. You just hoped it wouldnât backfire.
Adjusting to less responsibilities was hard and even uncomfortable at times. You were always used to busying yourself. The feeling of accomplishing another task had always satisfied you, but the ability to relax was a luxury you hadnât experienced in a while.
Junghwan seemed to stick by your side more than usual. The normal teasing died down so much that you had to make an effort to get him to crack a joke. You missed your usual banter, and though it was nice to see this new, caring side of Junghwan, you missed how casual you used to be with him. Wondering whether your pathetic breakdown had made him uncomfortable plagued your mind at times. Â
You still helped him with some of the class president duties. Only a little, though, as he wouldnât allow you to do anything more than guiding him through what to do. It made for after school sessions together in the art room most days. You would work on homework or just relax and watch him work. You liked how warm it felt to be around him.Â
âYou were right about taking a break.â You said one afternoon in the empty classroom. Your head lay on the desk that Junghwan was working at, colouring in a big poster to hang up for the bake sale next Friday. The sunlight shone through the window and warmed the side of your face. Junghwan couldnât help but get a little distracted at the warm glow of the light on your skin. Pretty.
âOh? Was I?â He cracked a teasing smile, one that always felt right when he was around you.
âI know right? Who knew that you were capable of giving decent advice. You should become a counsellor.â You joked.
He shuddered, âGod, no. Imagine having to deal with problems from people you donât even care about every day.âÂ
You giggled and closed your eyes again, letting the sound of markers gliding across the paper be the only sound filling the room. Care. Junghwan cared about you.
A few minutes passed, simultaneously feeling like mere seconds and hours at the same time. There was no urgency when you were Junghwan. You were allowed to relax completely and think about nothing⊠Nothing but him. Â
You loved the fond gaze he gave you, the crinkle of his eyes, the lift of his lips into a smile, the sound of his laugh when he got a reaction out of you. You used to despise how much you liked everything about him, how even holding eye contact with him would give you butterflies, but now, you didnât seem to mind.
Junghwan finished the poster off with white highlights on the bright green letters, making sure they would pop out just as much as if you were the one making the poster. He smiled proudly at his work, hoping it was neat enough for you to approve of too. He was about to ask what you thought of it when he realized you had been quiet for longer than usual.
He glanced down, his smile growing even more when he saw your eyes still closed, head lying on the desk with your arm used as a makeshift pillow. He sighed, deciding not to wake you up just to affirm his poster for the bake sale. He rested his head on his hand, staring fondly at your peaceful face.
âPrettyâŠâ He mumbled to himself without even realising. The image of you sleeping was just too perfect, and Junghwan quickly made sure to save it in his brain forever. He couldnât deny that he had wanted to be more with you for a long time. At first, he was just excited to have met a girl who was on his level; who could match his brain and wit. You even surpassed him in most areas. He was never entirely sure if you were interested in him too or not, though. You never seemed to admire anything about him, neither were you prone to jealousy like past girls he had been interested in. You just lived as yourself and let him live with you without any expectations. And he liked that about you.
âNo⊠Youâre the pretty one.âÂ
Junghwanâs eyes widened as he looked back down at your face. Your eyes were still closed, a small smile playing at your lips, satisfied with your little whispered remark. Dozens of panicked thoughts raced through Junghwanâs head, but his face remained calm; still focused entirely on yours.
You opened your eyes and glanced up at him, lips curving into a more prominent smile. His ears were dusted red, and it was so cute. He just stared at you, voice caught in his throat. Not that you needed words from him. You sat up, leaning slightly closer to his face, searching for hesitation on his end. He just blinked at you, once, twice.Â
You didnât have time to see him blink the third time, because as soon as he did, he closed the small distance between you two. You had imagined kissing Junghwan many times. How soft his lips would be, whether the kiss would be fast or slow, how long it would last. All these things you had considered many times before. But the kiss in your imagination didnât compare even a little to how he was kissing you now.
It was softâ both his lips and how gentle he held you. He seemed almost scared to push too far, but it wasnât enough for you. You pulled him even closer, allowing him to tilt his head and taste even more of your cherry lip balm. He was breathless, face hot and mind completely fuzzy by the time you pulled away. You were no better than him. Your eyes still stayed close a few seconds too long as you processed what just happened. It had all ended too quickly, though you were sure your lips had been on his for at least 2 minutes.
âSorry.â He said sheepishly and then giggled. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you blinked your eyes open. You broke away from your frozen state when you saw Junghwanâs bright smile.
âFor what?â You asked, eyes twinkling.Â
âFor not doing that sooner.â He smiled.
âBetter late than never.â You whispered.
Junghwan beamed, âIâll make it up to you.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he stood up from the desk.
âAnd just how will you do that?â You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.
âWill you go out with me on Friday?âÂ
âHmm⊠It depends. Will you ask me to be your girlfriend on this outing?â
He grinned, âI could ask you right now if you prefer. Can I be your boyfriend, Y/n?â
You smiled fondly at him, adoration in your eyes, âYes. You can be my boyfriend.â
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this is a big step. usually, you're the one who comes to see him just because it works out that way. but junghwan grips the straps of his carry-on bag as he makes his way through the airport, already craning his neck to look for you once he's close enough to baggage claim to start looking. you were clear with your description of your appearance today: pink hoodie (the one he likes the color of, you proudly boast), very tired undergraduate student who's still very excited for their boyfriend to come see them again. not that he hasn't seen you before. he has, plenty of times. but the airport here is busy at this time of morning, and you picked a color to hopefully help you stand out among anyone else who might be around that has your build... and it gave him the chance to find and wear a matching hoodie.
he doesn't even see you come up beside him while he's waiting for his checked bag. there isn't any fanfare, any sobbing on each other (yet, at least). he just feels the way you step into place beside him, nudging him just enough to get his attention. he wraps an arm around you, fighting back a smile and the urge to say something sappy.
"happy birthday," you mumble to him as you wrap an arm around his waist. you look as tired as he is, and he can't blame you: you said your classes started kicking your ass early this semester. "do you wanna get breakfast? i'm paying."
he debates with himself for a minute as the luggage carousel kicks to life. he watches for his bag, and pulls you a little closer to his side. "i think... we should nap."
"is that what you want for your birthday?" you tease, and then hide a yawn behind your hand. "don't let me change your mind--"
"i'm not." he pulls you in front of him, arms wrapping around you as the two of you sway a little. he's already feeling shy again, but he pushes through it. is it weird to say this out loud...? he's not sure, but his cheeks grow warmer as he finally says what he wants, "i want to take a nap with you."
"then we'll nap," you reach a hand up, squeezing his bicep. "whatever the birthday boy wants."
he just squeezes you closer to his chest. the two of you could stay right here and he'd be happy... but he'll be even happier once the two of you are cuddling again. and if that's all he received for his birthday this year, he thinks it'd be worth it.
bf!junghwan x fem!reader | wc : 1.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angst, fluff, happy ending, arguments, crying, use of petnames | request â i wonder if i could get an angst fic where the reader fights and make up with him? just a huge argument in general (i'm a sucker for angst lmao)
"i'm sorry, okay? i love you and all, y/n ... but this is too much."
junghwan muttered under his breath, sighing deeply as he avoided meeting your eyes.
the two of you sat in the living room of your shared apartment, the air tense with the seriousness of the conversation your boyfriend had started.
âand what exactly is too much?â you stood, taking a step away from him. âyou lived in the dorms all this time because of the comeback, and i never complained.â
ây/n, donâtââ
âyou come home after a while, and i canât even approach you because you are pushing me away! what have i done wrong?â
junghwan furrowed his brows. âi just want some time for myself! am i only allowed to have some free time when iâm at the dorms?â he scoffed, annoyed.
âi never said that.â
âwell, you didnât have to.â
you took a deep breath, turning away from your boyfriend. junghwan immediately noticed the distance between the two of you, rushing to stand closer.
âi didnât mean it like that. iâm sorry,â he apologized. âitâs just been a stressful week, and everything is piling up.â
you shrugged, trying to show you werenât affected by his words. âokay? so let it out, then. donât keep it in.â you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.
an exhausted sigh escaped his lips, brows furrowed as he contemplated his words. he shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before speaking.
âyouâve been too clingy, okay? itâs not necessarily a bad thing.â you knew he was rambling nervously, looking everywhere but you. âbut itâs just you are always there, and i just needâ"
âa break?â you continued the rest for him, tears pooling in your eyes. ânot to be touchy with you? what else do you need? hm?â
junghwan shook his head. âjagiya, please. iââ he trailed off, trying to fix his words.
were fights like this normal? things like this happen in a relationship, right? this has to be something common, yeah?
you filled your mind with positive thoughts, but as you thought about what junghwan said, it was difficult not to break down in sobs.
you forced a smile. âyou donât need to explain yourself, hwan. itâs fine. i understand.â you lied, seeing the way relief flooded his face instantaneously.
what you said was far from the truth. you werenât fine; not at all. you didnât even know what you did so wrong.
why was it wrong for you to be clingy when you were meeting your boyfriend after a few weeks?
you couldnât wonder what went wrong, holding in your tears as you watched junghwan nervously look at you.
his members were always clinging to him, but he never complained. why is he complaining now? did he not feel the same anymore?
various questions ran through your mind, each of them only breaking you down further.
maybe junghwan doesnât feel the same anymore. maybe he doesnât love me. maybe we do need to break up.
âyou donât have to apologize, hwan.â you hoped he believed the façade you put up. âi understand.â
you didnât understand, though â not even the slightest â but you didnât want junghwan to know that.
after all, youâd never ask for love from someone who was asking for distance.
so junghwan walked into your shared apartment with a relieved smile on his face now that their comeback promotions were finally over.
ah, this is what freedom feels like.
due to his hectic schedules and work stress, junghwan had long forgotten about the conversation you two had a month ago, and he assumed you did too.
he was so busy with his work that he never noticed how little you spoke with him, waving off your generic texts, thinking you were just as busy as him.
and well, you were just as busy as him â not in the sense he thought, though.
you were busy overthinking every single detail of your conversation with junghwan, causing yourself pain by beating yourself up for the little things.
when the brunet walked into the empty apartment â which seemed like it had been empty for days â his hands immediately turned to his phone, contacting you.
âjagiya, where are you?â he asked, settling his bags in the room as he walked around the house. âis everything alright?â
âi was at jinnyâs for a couple of days. on my way back now.â
junghwan hummed in response, nodding even though you couldnât see him. âah, alrighty. just wondered where you were. you didnât even text me about it,â he muttered.
"i didn't want to trouble you, hwan-ah. i'll come home soon, okay? bye."
the brunet couldnât get a word out before the call ended, standing in the silence of your empty apartment. your words stung, and he couldnât think why you would ever think youâd be troubling him.
you two were dating. it was normal to share your daily activities with each other andâ
junghwan froze, the realization hitting him like an asteroid. he had no idea what you had been doing for the past month. he checked his texts with you, realizing you never shared much with him.
just like that, he remembered the conversation you two had a month ago, wondering if that was the reason you kept your distance, not wanting to âtroubleâ him.
surely, you arenât thinking about that. we didnât really agree on a break, did we? what was even the conclusion we came to in that conversation?
junghwan paced around the apartment, stressing himself immensely with various thoughts â just like you had once. he didnât even notice you enter the apartment, only shifting his attention when you closed the door.
as junghwan greeted you with his infamous grin, there was nothing more you wanted than to flower kisses all over his face, absolutely missing him dearly after a month of not seeing him.
but you held back, even going the mile to block junghwan when he tried greeting you with a kiss.
âi have been outside all day,â you explained, pushing away your boyfriend gently. âit's better if i take a shower first.â
âoh, okay.â junghwan frowned at your excuse, noting the distant look in your eyes. âiâll order us lunch.â
âmhm, alright.â
so junghwan moved the food around his plate with his chopsticks, replaying the words he wanted to say in his head multiple times.
âyou havenât been saying much, jagiya,â he commented, his voice barely audible. âjust a couple of calls and generic texts. is something wrong?â
you shrugged. ânot really. you wanted this anyway, right?â you reminded him of the words that stuck with you for the past month.
âhuh?â
âi never really let you complete that sentence. what was it you needed? a break? a breakup? which one was it?â
your eyes held no emotion as you spoke, all your tears wasted on the endless nights you had spent crying over the conversation.
âjagiya, what? no!â junghwanâs voice was raised, almost sounding offended. âi donât want a breakup. never! how could you ever think that?â
âwell, thatâs what it sounded like to me when you said i was clingy.â you stared at your plate, not wanting to meet your boyfriendâs eyes. âa breakup is an option.â
âno, itâs not. i wouldââ junghwan was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, ignoring the call as he held your hands. ây/n, please. i donât want toââ
he was once again interrupted, this time by your phone ringing. you answered the call without a second thought â anything that would make you look away from junghwanâs tear-filled gaze.
âyes, oppa!â you greeted in a cheery tone, as if you werenât seconds away from a meltdown. âcongrats on your comeback, by the way! manifesting a win for you all!â
so junghwan smiled, his heart warming at the thought of you keeping up with his work despite him having hurt you with his words.
âthanks, y/n!â jihoon replied through the phone. âwe are having a little party! come over with hwanie before we run out of snacks.â
you chuckled softly. âi wonât be able to make it, but iâll send hwan over. have loads of fun!â you cheered, smiling as you pulled the phone away, wanting to end the call.
but before you could, junghwan took the phone from your hand, wanting to make things right. âjihoon-hyung? yeah, something important came up. i wonât be able to make it either,â he explained.
junghwan ended the call, placing your phone on the table before taking your hand in his. you wanted to pull away â you really did â but you couldnât as you looked into your boyfriendâs glossy eyes.
you sighed. âgo do your important thing, hwan. donât waste your time on me. letâs just have this conversation another day,â you said, looking away.
âyou are my important thing, y/n. i apologize for acting like shit, but i will correct my mistakes, i swear. i promise, i will make it right.â
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treasure reaction :: when their crush kisses them randomly!
pairing. ot12 idol!treasure x reader
genre. tooth-rotting fluff and that's it
word count. 6.3k
a/n. i had gotten a request for this on my previous blog and had only posted the hyung and middle line parts, so this is a repost with the maknae line included as well <3 i had so much fun writing this and i can't wait to write more fluffy headcannons like this in the future.. also some of these are wayyy longer than others don't mind me i got carried away lmao and if u read one of these and think it'd be a good long fic then let me know i'd be more happy to write them out in more detail ok hehe enjoy and don't forget to reblog and lmk what u think please !!!!! xxxx
HYUNSUK. whenever you were around, this man became even more of a giggly mess than he already was. youâd clicked as soon as youâd met and lately, youâd been hanging out more and more, never getting bored of each other but not quite ready to put a label on your relationship just yet. this particular day, you were hanging out at his studio - his flattering excuse to hang out had been that he needed inspiration for his next song and your presence would give him just that. heâd been working on his song for about five minutes when he turned to you, saying he was unable to concentrate with you around. clearly, he hadnât tried to keep the charade up for long. you told him youâd try to be as undistracting as possible but he shook his head and said he wanted to spend time with you anyway. and thatâs how you found yourself engaged in an aegyo battle with hyunsuk, the goal being to make the other cringe as much as possible. you realized right there how whipped you mustâve been for him, considering his aegyo didnât make you cringe at all, but rather made him all the more endearing to you. so much adoration for him washed over you that, without thinking, you placed your palms on the sides of his face and pressed a kiss to the top of nose. you quickly pulled away, both of your faces turning a deep shade of red as realization of what youâd just done dawned on you. after three seconds of looking stunned, he fell into an umpteenth burst of giggles and asked with a grin, âwhat was that, y/n?â. you hid your face in your hands and mumbled that it was nothing. âjust ignore it,â you said. âi donât think i want to ignore it,â he said, a smile still playing on his lips, but the lightheartedness of his tone did nothing to hide the meaning behind his words. you felt your breath hitch in your throat as his eyes drifted down from your eyes to your lips, and this, ladies, gentlemen and non-binaries, is how you had your first kiss with choi hyunsuk.
JIHOON. treasure finally had a day off and jihoon had insisted on taking you out for a shopping date. (when heâd called it that, his usual confident facade had crumbled just a bit and his cheeks had reddened as he finally fully admitted to his intentions with you.) youâd told him to spend the day relaxing at the dorms or with his family, but heâd been adamant on taking you out, promising heâd pay for everything and anything you wanted as a thank you for waiting so long to hang out with him. he took you to a shopping mall in the fancy part of seoul and you had one of the best lunches of your life there - you werenât sure if the food was just that amazing, or if it was because the boy you were with made everything a thousand times better. after that, youâd strolled from boutique to boutique, you too shy to ask for anything, but him making up for that by constantly handing you a bunch of clothes for you to try on. you grew more and more confident as you tried more outfits on, pretending the changing rooms were your personal runway as jihoon clapped for the outfits he particularly liked - although he found you so pretty, you could wear the most disgusting piece of clothing on earth, heâd still think you were incredibly beautiful. by the end of the day, you had a wardrobe full of new amazing outfits, and you wondered how jihoon still had a cent left in his bank account. you insisted on paying for coffee as if that changed anything, and heâd said it wasnât necessary but he found it endearing how resolute you were about getting him that latte. as you waited in line to order, you noticed how he was carrying all of your bags without a single complaint, and you were just so grateful for him in that moment that you leaned in and pressed a peck to his cheek, muttering a small âthank youâ as you pulled away. as soon as heâd felt your lips, his heart had started beating like crazy, but he didnât want to lose his cool in front of you so he simply looked down at you and said, âi should take you out more often if this is how youâll thank me.â letâs just say you went on many, many more dates after that.
YOSHI. after not seeing you for a few weeks, yoshi missed you more than he wanted to admit (even though heâd tell anyone whoâd listen just how much he missed you). you knew he was busy with comeback preparations and told him you could wait, but one afternoon, he decided to sneak out of practice, knowing heâd get told off by his leaders and managers but missing you too much to care. he made sure you were actually free that day and told you to meet at your favorite hang-out spot, an underground arcade and food court. his heart was pounding at the idea of seeing you again after such a long time, and when his eyes finally found you, arms crossed as you waited for him at the entrance of the building, a huge grin spread onto his face. you could tell something was different by the way he hugged you when he got to your level - the hug was a bit longer, a bit tighter than usual, and you felt your heart swell when you realized that maybe, just maybe, he liked you the same way you liked him. you pulled away after a few seconds, his arms still around you as you smiled at each other. you did all the things you usually did: compete on the dance game machines (he always won) and on the car racing machines (you always won), then tried to win the other a stuffed toy from the claw machines (neither of you ever did), then ate an unhealthy amount of french fries as you sipped on a strawberry milkshake and he on a vanilla one, even though you always stole a bit from each other, and both ended up with a strawberry-vanilla shake. everything you did was the same as usual - but it felt different. his eyes lingered on your face, his hands found a way to sneak themselves around your waist. when you decided to take a few pictures at the photobooth, he insisted that you sit on his lap rather than side by side like usual, and you did, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly by the waist. after two shots, you decided to take your courage in your hands and finally do something about this tension between the two of you, so you leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. but he mustâve felt your stare on him, so just as you leaned in close to him, he turned his face, and your lips ended up on his. you both pulled away at the same time, the photobooth taking a picture of your stunned expressions. however, his shock quickly turned into giddiness as he added another coin to start the booth again, and just as the lights went off, he kissed you on the lips, on purpose this time. âthat way, we have pictures of our last seconds as friends and of our first seconds as a couple,â heâd explained afterwards.
YOSHI. after not seeing you for a few weeks, yoshi missed you more than he wanted to admit (even though heâd tell anyone whoâd listen just how much he missed you). you knew he was busy with comeback preparations and told him you could wait, but one afternoon, he decided to sneak out of practice, knowing heâd get told off by his leaders and managers but missing you too much to care. he made sure you were actually free that day and told you to meet at your favorite hang-out spot, an underground arcade and food court. his heart was pounding at the idea of seeing you again after such a long time, and when his eyes finally found you, arms crossed as you waited for him at the entrance of the building, a huge grin spread onto his face. you could tell something was different by the way he hugged you when he got to your level - the hug was a bit longer, a bit tighter than usual, and you felt your heart swell when you realized that maybe, just maybe, he liked you the same way you liked him. you pulled away after a few seconds, his arms still around you as you smiled at each other. you did all the things you usually did: compete on the dance game machines (he always won) and on the car racing machines (you always won), then tried to win the other a stuffed toy from the claw machines (neither of you ever did), then ate an unhealthy amount of french fries as you sipped on a strawberry milkshake and he on a vanilla one, even though you always stole a bit from each other, and both ended up with a strawberry-vanilla shake. everything you did was the same as usual - but it felt different. his eyes lingered on your face, his hands found a way to sneak themselves around your waist. when you decided to take a few pictures at the photobooth, he insisted that you sit on his lap rather than side by side like usual, and you did, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly by the waist. after two shots, you decided to take your courage in your hands and finally do something about this tension between the two of you, so you leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. but he mustâve felt your stare on him, so just as you leaned in close to him, he turned his face, and your lips ended up on his. you both pulled away at the same time, the photobooth taking a picture of your stunned expressions. however, his shock quickly turned into giddiness as he added another coin to start the booth again, and just as the lights went off, he kissed you on the lips, on purpose this time. âthat way, we have pictures of our last seconds as friends and of our first seconds as a couple,â heâd explained afterwards.
JUNKYU. this was another normal day for you and your best friend: just hanging out on his bed, laying in increasingly random but comfortable positions, stalking your old classmates on facebook or watching niche asmr videos for hours and ordering your comfort food when your stomach growls became too loud and painful to ignore. this time, you were separately scrolling through tiktok, only ever talking to show the other something you think theyâd like. you stumbled upon a new trend, one where two friends sat together and the one making the tiktok kissed their friend when certain lyrics of the song played, hoping they will kiss them back. you glanced at junkyu - maybe he didnât know the trend, because the sound coming from your phone hadnât seemed to catch his attention. it painfully reminded you of just how much youâd been wanting to kiss your best friend immediately. how could you not when he was so adorable? wiping the corner of your lips when you ate messily, the way he laughed when you made stupid jokes, his warm hugs whenever you had to go home; it all made you fall more and more for him, but like any person with feelings for their best friend, you knew it was risky to admit them to him. so you stayed quiet - until that day, at least. you thought, âif he doesnât want to kiss me, at least i can play it off as doing the trend.â so you sat up and asked him to do the same, sitting at the edge of the bed together. you prompted your phone on one of his shelves, making sure the audio and video were cropped right before you pressed play and ignoring him as he bugged you with questions. âyouâll see, just sit there and uh⊠listen to the audio. listen carefully, okay?â you instructed quietly. he obediently did as told, an excited expression on his face. when he realized he knew this song and what lyrics came next, a huge grin spread onto his lips, and before he knew it, you were leaning in and kissing him. neither of you knew that the other had been waiting for this exact moment, but he kissed you back instantly, even pulling you back in when you started leaning away and smiling into the whole kiss, the tiktok long forgotten as the music played over and over in the background. long story short, this was how make-out sessions became a thing when you and junkyu, your best-friend-turned-boyfriend, hung out.
MASHIHO. finally back home in japan for a month-long break, mashiho was planning on spending as much time with his family and his friend group from high school, which you just so happened to be in. once upon a time, you and mashiho had been very close. it was very obvious to all of your friends that you liked each other, but neither of you had dared to make a move, scared of damaging your friendship, and before you could gather the courage to confess your feelings, he had been whisked away to south korea to finish his training and debut as a member of treasure. this was the first time you saw him in real life and not on a screen in almost two years, but it only took a couple of days for your feelings to come back as if they had never disappeared in the first place - which they probably hadnât, anyway. itâd been a week since heâd come back, and you were all hanging out at the basketball court of your old high school at 10 pm after having gone out for dinner. most were playing a game of basketball but you and two of your other friends had decided to hang back, saying youâd eaten too much to move around when you really just couldnât be asked. mashiho, who was used to destroying absolutely everyone on the court, was of course surprised when his friends were able to stop some of his attacks and shoot perfectly even from afar. they took a small break and you told him how theyâd practiced during his absence so that they could finally play an actual game against him without being ridiculed. the smirk on mashihoâs face as he said, âalright then, bring it on,â was very unhealthy for your poor heart who started beating a thousand times a minute, the simple action launching a horde of butterflies in your stomach. you watched the game, and more precisely him, with a lot more attention after that, shouting his name for encouragement and clapping when his team won a point. when he winked and waved at you after landing a shot, you really felt like the girlfriend of an american athlete at one of his college games, and you liked that feeling a little too much. you were so invested in this game that when his team finally won, practically all thanks to him, the adrenaline made you jump up from your seat on the ground to run over to him and press a congratulatory kiss to his cheek. this already made everyone cheer louder than the game did, so imagine just how loud your friends were when mashiho, shaking off his surprise, grinned wider, took you by the waist, and kissed you on the lips.Â
JAEHYUK. similarly to junkyu, i imagine jaehyuk as being a besties before lovers type of guy, except that he really treats you like his girlfriend but just doesnât have the guts to actually call you that. he always takes you on âhangoutsâ that are more like dates, facetimes you at random hours of the day and night, calls you pretty whether youâre dressed up or not; he just does everything right, basically. everything but one thing, which is to make things official, and youâd be lying if you said his behavior didnât worry a little bit. youâd heard too many stories of girls being led on by their friends who act like boyfriends without the label and then turn around and make her think sheâs delusional when she asks them about it. you really doubted jaehyuk could act like that, and in your head the worst-case scenario was that he was just oblivious to what he was doing and thought it normal, even though his friends always told you it was as clear as a sunny day he liked you and was just too scared to make the final move. this was why you had made up your mind that on your next date-like meeting with him, youâd finally gather enough courage for the both of you and act on your feelings, whether that meant straight-up confessing or doing something that couldnât be seen as ambiguous in terms of where you two stood. it hadnât even been a couple days since youâd taken this decision when he called you, asking if you were free next sunday, his nearest day off. as always, everything went perfectly, from his compliment on your new outfit, to the diner heâd picked out, to the way he made you laugh and your heart skip a beat. jaehyuk, however, wasnât the type to flirt just to make you happy, but also so he could hear it back, and so he always found ways to make you compliment him as well - the fun part was to tease him and pretend you hadnât noticed his new haircut or that you didnât like his outfit that much just to see him pout and then grin widely when you said you were joking and that, yes, he looked very handsome. âoh yeah? so handsome that you wanna kiss me, i bet?â - this was another one of his favorite lines. you usually dismissed him with a roll of your eyes and told him to shut up, but today, you stayed quiet, thinking this might be your chance. he took your silence as flusteredness and added, âoh my god, you totally wanna kiss m-â, but you effectively interrupted him with a quick peck on the lips, shutting him up for good as you leaned back in your seat and continued eating as if nothing happened. he stared at you blankly, mouth slightly open, and touched his fingers to his lips like the female lead in a kdrama. without a word, he leaned in as you did seconds prior and pecked you just as quickly as you had, making you the shocked one this time. âif you get to do it, i get to do it too,â he said, pouting down at his food. when your gazes found each other, you burst into giggles, and after you calmed down, he very cutely threatened âjust wait until itâs the two of us. iâll show you what a real kiss is.â letâs just say that from that day on, there was no hesitation as to whether you two were just friends or dating (hint: itâs the latter).Â
ASAHI. no matter how much he liked you, asahi had a tendency to get very immersed into whatever he was doing at the moment and sort of forget about your presence in the room. in his own somewhat awkward words, heâd tried to reassure you that it was just because he felt extremely comfortable around you and didnât feel the need to keep you entertained, that he was happy when you just chilled together, each of you simply doing their own thing. you were usually fine with it too, happy to just be with him, but this one day, youâd gone over to hang out at his dorm so you could spend actual time chatting and hanging out with him, not just scrolling through social media while he worked on his latest painting. youâd whined about it when he started painting but he told you heâd be done in ten minutes. ten minutes passed, then another ten, and another ten. youâd call out to him every now and then but heâd always repeat the same thing - âiâll be done soon.â your complaints barely reached his ears, your whines earned a mere chuckle, so when youâd had enough, youâd gotten up and said, âfine, guess iâll just go hang out with jaehyuk then,â sure that that would get his attention. but he just replied with an unbothered, âsure, heâs probably in the kitchen.â you scoffed at his nonchalance, and decided desperate times called for desperate measures, so you stomped over to where he was sitting and pressed an aggressive kiss on his cheek. this finally got his attention and when he looked at you with a stunned expression, you were scared youâd completely overstepped your boundaries - it wasnât like you two were actually dating, even though every member and their mom were telling you to. but his face immediately softened as he took in your small frown and pout, realizing heâd been very negligent of you. âiâm sorry, i didnât mean to upset you. letâs hang out now.â his words already warmed your heart, but when you saw heâd been drawing a picture of you from when you had gone to a park together, you thought you couldnât get more in love with him. later on, he teased you about your method of getting his attention, but he definitely didnât complain when you did it again, practically lending you his cheek (because he was too shy to give you his lips) for you to peck.Â
YEDAM. you realized that bang yedam liked to show off, just a little bit, when he invited you to watch practice at his company building for the fifth time. he liked impressing you with the new intense choreography theyâd just learned or with his angelic vocals that never failed to make goosebumps appear on your skin. the members teased him about having ten times more energy when you were around, but your smile and claps as you watched him and the praises you gave him afterwards made it all worth it. heâd liked you since he met you at school - you still remember his trembling hands and his deep blush as he asked you if you wanted to come to his practice for the first time - but seeing you getting along with his members, learning the dance from mashiho, copying hyunsukâs rap and laughing at asahiâs and jeongwooâs antics, it all made him like you even more; you fit right in. he asked them what to do about these feelings, and they all advised him that next time he asked you out, it should be just the two of you. yoshi, in all his wisdom, told him that having you over at the company like he usually did was a good idea because it was familiar and comfortable, but that it could be at a time where he practiced individually. doyoung added that he should sing a love song as way of confessing, and everybody groaned at the cheesy idea, but yedam, for some reason, thought it was the greatest, most romantic thing ever and thanked his friend, thumb on his phone already pressing your contact, ready to call and ask you out. you said yes immediately, heart pounding at the idea of it finally being just you two after months of hanging out in groups, whether that was with your friends at school or with his members during practice. when you got there, you talked for a bit, the electric tension in the air making you both feel giddy. he warmed up before he got the song ready and told you to âlisten to the lyrics carefullyâ with a very pointed look. you couldnât contain your smile as you nodded, excited for whatever he had planned. lo and behold, you had the honor of not only being the first to hear the piano, demo, yedam solo version of the one and only darari, but also of being the inspiration behind the song. when it was over, yedam turned to you with a sheepish smile, asking âdid you like it?â and being answered with a chaste kiss to his lips. his hands found your waist as if by instinct and, as he looked up at you with wide eyes and you looked down at him with a huge grin, you replied, âi loved it.â
DOYOUNG. nobody will ever convince me that doyoung doesnât give the biggest university campus hearthrob vibes. i know this whole post was idol!treasure but just for him iâm gonna make an exception cause⊠yeah. doyoung is that guy in your really boring class that you only go to because heâs there, even though you never speak to him. all youâve done is gaze longingly at him and look away abruptly when he catches you staring, so youâre sure he must think youâre crazy until one day when your professor announces a group project in pairs and doyoung swings around on his chair, looking right at you and smiling as if you were friends that already knew theyâd partner up. you look around and behind you, trying to see if his smile is actually directed at someone else, but everyoneâs already speaking to their partner. when your eyes find doyoung again, heâs already walking towards you, grabbing the empty chair beside you and plopping himself down on it. âwanna do this together?â his smile is blinding and all you can do is nod slowly and mumble out âs-sure.â and thatâs how you become friends with doyoung, and how your infatuation with him turns into an ever-growing crush. working on a project together leads to meeting at the library for study dates, leads to taking coffee then lunch breaks, leads to texting random things during the day, leads to inviting each other to parties, leads to hanging out outside of school when the project is over, leads to you being head over heels for him. it doesnât help that along with being ridiculously handsome, doyoung also happens to be a gentleman who knows your coffee order by heart, is easy to work with, makes you laugh, and flirts with you shamelessly. youâd like to say that after a few weeks, comments such as âyou look pretty today, y/nâ donât affect you or that you donât feel anything when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, but that would be the worldâs biggest lie. the fated kiss happens at half past midnight on a tuesday during exam season. there was an essay you had completely forgotten about, and you only had twenty hours to do all the reading, come up with a topic, and write it out - the professor didnât accept extensions, because they were evil. you had briefly told doyoung about this, but you just thought heâd send you a sweet text of support - not that heâd show up at the library, two cups of coffee in hand. âhere, theyâre both for you. motivation and comfort,â he grinned, placing them on the corner of your table. âoh my god, doyoung, i could kiss you right now,â you breathed, heading straight for your first cup. you almost spat out the coffee when he replied, âthen do it.â you donât know if it was the deliriousness of having been awake for such a long time, or if it was the adrenaline of having to finish an assignment on time, or the fact that he still managed to look good at midnight under the bright yellow fluorescent lights of the library, but you did it. you stood up and pressed your lips firmly against his for a few seconds before pulling away and returning to your essay. your cheeks were burning and you were too shy to look back at him, the realization of what you had just done hitting you. ây/n?â âyeah?â âis that it?â you can feel his gaze burning holes through your head, but still you canât bring yourself to meet his eyes.âi donât have time right now. sorry.â a beat passes and you pretend to read a paper, but none of the words on your screen passes. âthen will you come to my dorm when youâre done?â another beat. âyeah. okay.â âokay.â he kisses the top of your head and whispers âgood luck,â and your cheeks manage to burn even more. you think you might combust right then and there, but at least you have an even better incentive than a good grade to finish this assignment. ok now who would read this if i turned it into a full ficâŠ
HARUTO. the gods of love and fanfiction were on your side when they made you besties with harutoâs sister. he was back in japan for his break, and on his second day home, his sister asked if you could come over for dinner. you usually saw each other every day, if not at school then at each otherâs houses or in town, but that hadnât been possible the day before since it was her brotherâs arrival, and she was already having withdrawal symptoms. their parents gladly agreed - you were like a second daughter to them at this point, much like your friend was to you parents. he hadnât really thought twice about it at first; he remembered you as his sisterâs shy friend that smiled a lot but didnât talk very much. well, you still smiled a lot but were more talkative now; and either you had changed immensely in the year since heâd seen you last, or he just didnât have that good of a memory, because when he saw you again, he himself grew shy because of how pretty he found you. his cheeks reddened when his parents coddled him or bragged about his achievements, his head hung low in embarrassment when usually heâd have welcomed the compliments with open arms. âgosh, you need to eat more, son! itâs like they donât feed you over there,â his mom grumbled, scooping a huge portion of rice in his bowl. he wanted to dig a hole in the ground when you giggled at his momâs antics. he grew more and more comfortable around you as time passed, considering you were over at their house at least three times a week, but he still found himself unable to get a full sentence out while looking you in the eyes. the way he was around you was so different from his usual personality that it was obvious to everyone that he had a crush on you. you found him extremely endearing, but knew there was no point trying to pursue what might be there, since heâd have to leave soon. it was only on his last night home that you gathered enough courage for the both of you. it was late in the night and you were sleeping over at your best friendâs house, but the coffee you had stupidly had at 6pm was keeping you awake. quietly, you walked out of your friendâs bedroom and into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but sound from the living room distracted you. you took a peak in and found haruto on the couch, watching an action anime. he almost had a heart attack when you called out his name, not expecting anyone to be up at this time. âwhat are you still doing up? shouldnât you be getting some sleep before you leave?â you asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. if you couldnât sleep, might as well stay here. âi can never sleep before i go back to korea. i love being there but i just⊠i hate waking up and knowing todayâs the day i leave home.â it surprises him how easily the truth comes out, but it feels nice to put it out there - he doesnât want to cause his parents sorrow by telling them how much he wants to stay even though he canât. âyou want to make it feel like your time here is longer or something? so you stay upâŠâ you say, looking at the bright colors of the tv. âpretty much, yeah.â you ask him what anime heâs watching and scooch closer to him, letting a comfortable silence fall between you after heâs answered, the only sound in the room coming from the tv. after a couple of episodes, you feel sleep wash over you, and stretch your arms, letting a big yawn out. âgoing to bed?â haruto asks, pausing when the next episode starts to play, and you nod. âyou know, ruto,â you start, and his heart skips a beat at the familiar nickname - itâs a lot nicer when you say it rather than his mom. âitâs normal to feel sad when you leave home. but itâll still be here, waiting for you to come back.â you smile at him. âiâll be here too.â you get up, but before you leave the room, you turn back towards you, and lean down to press a soft kiss to his nose, a feature of his youâd always secretly loved. you grin as you watch his face break into surprise, and wish him goodnight, chuckling. âg-goodnight, y/n.â
JEONGWOO. as soon as heâd stepped into the classroom on the first day back to school and saw you there, jeongwoo knew heâd have the fattest crush on you. your carefree laughter as you talked with your friends, the glint in your eyes, the sound of your voice. he liked everything about you immediately, and that feeling only grew as time passed, even though youâd never had a proper conversation. always the class clown despite his idol status, he never failed to bring attention to himself with his funny comments and reactions, yet somehow managed to stay likable and not become that obnoxious guy who doesnât know yet to stop. but when he was with you, he grew quiet. if you were on the same group, heâd barely look at you, only talking to you when absolutely needed. naturally, you thought he hated you. but when he found out you lived in the same neighborhood as his dorm, heâd shyly asked his manager if he could walk home from school once in a while rather than be driven home, and then heâd shyly asked you if you guys could walk home together, taking you by surprise. rare were the days he actually got out of school at a normal time, but when he did, he always waited outside the classroom door for you, earning him a few whoops from his friends and hushed giggles from yours. the first few times, he stayed pretty quiet, and you almost wondered why heâd asked you in the first place. but soon enough, his more playful side, the one youâd see at school or on t-map episodes (although he didnât need to know you watched those), started to come out, and heâd talk with you about anything between the earth and the sun. you found yourself agreeing on the same crazy things, making up insane conspiracy theories, going back and forth on a topic no sane human would talk about and each sentence you uttered only adding to the craziness, both of you egging the other on and nodding as if you had unearthed the planetâs wildest truths. when you got to your house, you were so high on the incredible things you and jeongwoo had discovered that you pressed a quick peck to his cheek, thanking him for walking you home. before either of you could realize what youâd just done, youâd already closed the door behind you, leaving a very stunned jeongwoo to stand at your door for a few seconds, two fingers on the spot your lips had blessed his cheek and a smile growing on his face. his hyungs never heard the end of it that evening.
Ayo ! since you asked for fluff things maybe you could do like a junghwan imagine where he's studying with y/n but they aren't enough motivated to study (ofc) (I imagine it in the dorm-)
Btw it's the first time I'm asking for something, so I'm sorry if i did it the wrong way (because i saw that most of the requests are with prompts (?) ) or if I'm not explaining clearly
THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP
pairing: best friend! junghwan x reader
warnings: sheer fl u f f
an: stick with me! i know the title's a little odd, but you'll get it! and yes! that's a perfect ask thank you! let me know if you had something else in mind
"c'mon hwan!" you shout from the bedroom as you dig your hands into your hair.
"i'm coming...geez." even though he's mumbling, you can hear his voice as it gets closer to you. every time he managed to pull this. you'd come over to study for a big test, he'd offer snacks and of course you'd accept cause it's free snacks, right? and then he'd dissapear for large amounts of time while you were left alone. studying. did you mention alone?
there's a reason you were studying together. and that was because, well, the two of you barely had a braincell combined, so you needed each other to figure out what the heck the book actually meant.
hell- you'd even asked jihoon of all people to help you study once. there'd only been three willing people to help you study. yoshi, hyunsuk, and jihoon.
yoshi, well, he was nice and an amazing tutor, but he couldn't explain it in a way that made sense to both of you. hyunsuk had gotten too annoyed too quickly- and jihoon. he got irritated. so that left exactly zero people willing to study, and now your study buddy wasn't even studying.
so you told him all this.
"y/n...you can't be serious! this is completly nuts! you know however much we study, we'll still get a not so great grade, so we should just not do it! hey, let's watch a marvel mov-"
"oh no you don't." you wagged a finger. "nuh-uh. we're studying junghwan. end of convo." you crack back open the book and haruto walks into the room.
"hello."
"..." you pause. the last time he'd just stood there, you found out he'd eaten all of the cupcakes you brought. "-what'd you do, haruto."
"it's not me, it's siri."
"siri? how does that even make sense-?"
"hey siri, play the folgers jingle on repeat!" he cried, setting his speaker down and running out of the room.
"no!" junghwan lunged for the speaker, trying to turn off the song, but haruto had managed to set a lock on his phone that even baby cow couldn't get into.
far off in the background, you heard jeongwoo and haruto singing to the god-awful song that you knew would never get out of your head.
"tHe bEsT pArT oF wAkiN uP...iS fOlgeRs iN yO-"
"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" roared jihoon from the kitchen, chasing the two around with a plastic spatuala.
looking at each other, you and junghwan burst out laughing.
you may not be studying, but this was waaay more entertaining.