#k headcanons

for background context, it's been raining on & off the entire week

your shoes don't have the best grip already

almost slipping all day

even on dry ground..

so this was bound to happen to you eventually

it had began raining while you were in class

a light drizzle is going on

but the ground is definetly wet

you & ej are about to cross each other's pathes

when you lose your footing

and down you go

sweet, kind ej checks on you

helping you up and asking if you're okay

your legs are a little bruised up

so you guys go to a nearby convience store

where ej helps you patch yourself up

and you guys make such good conversation that you exchange socials

Fuma

it's your first pokémon card show

and you're on the hunt to add to your collection

fuma is also there buying packs

maybe you've seen each other while walking around

but neither of you really paid attention

other than a few quick glances

til close to the end

you're trying to negotiate with the seller

the price way too high for your comfort

fuma steps in behind you

warning you that this seller is a scammer

advising you to put the card down & walk away

you follow him

thanking him for his help

nothing else happens that day

both of you moving on with your lives after that interaction

the two of you meet again through a mutual friend

specifically introduced due to your shared pokémon interest

and that friend was right to do so

you & fuma getting along like a fire

K

the rain comes heavily and suddenly

and you're unprepared

with hands full of groceries

but your place is fairly nearby

so you decide to power through and go without an umbrella

you've barely started walking

when an arm is reaching out and an umbrella is held above you

turning to look, you're met with an handsome stranger

K offers to walk you home

despite needing to go the other way

the two of you making small talk

he's a gentleman through and through

making sure you're always covered as the two of you walk

when you reach your place, you thank him once again

and taking the risk, you shoot your shot

to your surprise he's also interested

exchanging instagrams before he has to go

later setting up a date to see each other again

Nicholas

your first meeting is actually broadcasted on tv

nicho is competing in one of those fashion competition shows

think like project runway or next in fashion

and you're apart of the show's model lineup

of you and nicholas see each other during the filming

but neither of you get the chance to talk with each other

until about halfway through

when the two of you get paired together

nicholas in work mode charms you

he's professional & kind during your guys fittings

throughly explaining his vision, concept and expectations to you

likewise nicholas has admired you and your modeling abilities

since watching you during the first challenge

after your paired challenge

you and nicholas grow closer behind the scenes

it's so obvious that the both of you are attracted to the other

literally everyone can sense the chemistry between the two of you

but neither of you rush into anything

taking the time during and after filming to get to know each other

Yuma

you and yuma are regulars at the same gym

at first your routines didn't align often

meaning you only saw each other very now and then

just enough to gain a small gym crush on yuma

after graduating & going full time

your schedule becomes more consistent

therefore getting to see yuma much more often

one day the two of you happen to be near each other

yuma is watching you do your rep as he's resting between his own sets

almost stepping in when you falter

then later he comes to you with tips on your technique

deciding to take the opportunity for the most of it

you continue the conversation with yuma

the two of you decide to finish the rest of your workout together

at the end you guys exchange instagrams

before setting up a date to do another session together

months later yuma asks you out on an actual date

Jo

another embarrassing meet cute

jo turns red every time it's brought up

always reminding you of how he looked back then

so flashback

you're enjoying a nice day at the park

headphones in, walking on the side path

and jo is there playing basketball with his friends

when he's trying to pass to his friend

except the ball goes flying

and hits you smack dab in the head

jo rushes over with bright red cheeks

stuttering as he's apologizing

even though you're dizzy

you can tell that the boy in front of you is quite cute

not one to let a chance go by

you flirt with jo

telling him that he can make it up to you with ice cream

feeling super apologetic, he readily agrees

leading the way to the nearest ice cream stand

Harua

this might not actually be a meet cute

depends on who you're asking

both you and harua are working as zombie extras

you're both in make-up when you notice him first

admiring his skills in front of the camera

throwing himself into being a zombie every time the slate goes

so during the break

you work up to be courage to approach him

wanting harua's advice to improve

he's caught off guard by your questioning

genuinely having no advice to offer

you found harua's reaction to be amusing

letting out a small giggle in return

the conversation is cut short by a can back to the set

harua doesn't catch up with you again

until the both of you have washed up

you're surprised to see how cute he is without it

and vice versa

shockingly in sync with each other

ask the other to get dinner

Taki

learning is one of your passions

dance being the other

hearing that a choreographer couple would be teaching a class

in japan around the same time of your trip

you immediately book a ticket to attend

not even thinking of the fact

you have no partner

so come time for the class

and your excitement has turned into nerves

shy & standing off to the side you watch everybody else mingle

when taki approaches you

despite your mediocre japanese

you manage to hold good conversation with taki

both of you having come alone

decide to partner with each other

taki is the easiest person to get along with

regardless of the language barrier between the two of you

at some point during the class

you not only exchange socials

but set up another day for taki to take you around the area

Maki

you've heard all about maki

he's the coolest person to exist in your younger cousin's eye

but you've actually never had the chance to met him

until said cousin's team makes it to the finals

they invited maki to join your family to watch them play

your first look at him is from afar

maki is down by the field

talking with your little cousin before the start of the match

and when maki joins the rest of you in the stands

you don't talk with one another

only exchanging polite greetings

before everyone's focus is on your cousin

it's only at the end that the two of properly interact

striking up an unexpectedly deep conversation over celebration pizza

you understand why your cousin admires him so much

a friendship forms from that moment

romantic feelings stirring quietly through the following years

—.☘︎ ݁˖—

𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

i may or may not have been influenced by the just-finished rainy season by me ✋😬🤚. And actually EJ and K's scenarios happened to me in real life just without any of the cuteness or romance.. 😞

"Huh?" Did he genuinely believe he had the right to question you after what just happened?

"Are you serious right now? You just missed another hangout, K." His mumbled apology reached your ears, sounding like he was cursing himself for even forgetting. "Damn it—I'm so sorry, YN. Can I make it up to you tomorrow?"

"You've got to be kidding me." You couldn’t help the anger slowly rising in you. “I’m here, waiting in the cold for you just to not show up again?” The hot air escaped your mouth as you scoffed. “You know, you shouldn’t suggest ideas for a winter hangout if you’re just going to not appear.”

"It—it just slipped my mind! I'm sorry," K explained, but you weren't buying it. You've let him slide too many times.

“It just ‘slipped out of your mind’? We planned his hangout 2 weeks prior—you even promised to show up today! Do you think I’m really going to buy that bullshit?”

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that but—”

“You say this all the time. What the hell have you been doing?”

“Listen—I just…” You could hear him trail off, as if restraining himself from saying more. What could he be hiding that's so important? “I’ve been busy.”

“And so have I? But I've always spared time to hang out with you and show up to everything you schedule. And suddenly you can't show up to something we both agreed on? K, you're slowly becoming distant with me.”

“It's not like I'm trying to!” He lowered his tone, recognizing his anger taking hold. “I just couldn’t do it today. It’s just—it’s not something I can tell you that easily.”

“I'm your best friend, what the hell do you mean?”

“I—I can't say. Not right now.”

“You really have to be an idiot if you think I'm gonna believe that. This friendship can’t work if you’re like this.” You pushed your hair back in frustration. "I get it, you're busy. But this is a pattern, K. A pattern I can't keep ignoring," you stated firmly.

"I know, YN. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you," K continued apologizing.

"I've heard enough apologies, K. You're not the only one with a busy life," you replied, frustration evident in your voice.

"Please, just give me another chance."

But the more he apologized, the more irritated you became. "I need some space, K. Figure out what's going on with you. We'll talk later."

“But YN—”

“Just leave me alone, will you?” You angrily said, clearly sick of his pleading. “You clearly have no problem doing so, it seems like, anyways.” Without another word, you hung up, leaving K with the dial tone and a realization that he screwed up real bad.

And you’ve made it your goal to make him feel how you felt every time he ditches you.

DAY ONE. K attempted to act as if everything was okay, anticipating that you'd eventually give in and talk to him as you always did. Little did he know, you were determined to make him feel the weight of his actions—even if it felt harsh.

“Hey YN,” he greeted, met with your silent response.

“You need help?” you simply shook your head.

“Wanna go together?” He tried once more, but you walked away without a word.

Undoubtedly, a sense of guilt crept in, but the memory of that night kept replaying in your mind, fueling the anger you harbored toward him. K seemed to notice the shift, creating awkward moments and growing distant—much like that regrettable day.

You didn't care; in your eyes, it was deserved.

DAY THREE. You're enduring the silence longer than you initially thought. Ignoring him, refusing to even cross paths, felt strange considering how inseparable you used to be. School had become a bit dull without him, but you were determined to hold out for a week…right?

“Are you seriously not going to talk to him?” EJ asked, straw twirling between his fingers. “You're really creeping me out.” He says, as if you aren’t supposed to be the one creeped out by him instead for drinking an Iced Americano during the first days of winter.

“What do you mean?” you blew onto your cup, closing the lid back to take a sip of your coffee.

“You never hold grudges like this—what's up with you?”

“Okay...but he messed up.”

“Did you hear him out?” EJ maintained eye contact, sipping his drink. “Not blaming you or anything, just wondering.”

“Well…no.”

“YN…”

“Well—if he wanted to, he would’ve reached out by now!” you tried defending yourself, but he was already sighing.

“You’re both too stubborn, aren’t you guys?” EJ shook his head, smiling a little. “Give him another chance—oh look, he’s right there,” he pointed, making you whip your head around, only to turn back to EJ when your eyes accidentally met.

“I have to go,” you hurriedly grabbed your bag, saying a quick goodbye. “Thanks, EJ!”

“YN, your drink—” But you were already running off, footsteps following closely behind. You wanted him to reach out, yet here you were, fleeing and feeling like a loser. But facing him seemed unbearable in your current state of embarrassment.

“YN,” a familiar voice called out, a hand on your arm, pulling you toward him. His warmth had such a contrast from the chilling weather today. You turned around, finding K with a serious expression. “Can we please talk?”

You wanted to be petty. For some reason, having K reach out first, you weren't going to make it easy for him. “I don't think there's anything we need to talk about.”

“Can you stop being like that and just talk to me?”

“Like what? Just some lame excuse about why you're missing time with me?”

“It's not useless—” K scoffed, running his free hand through his hair, locking eyes with you. “Do you really think I'm just here to tell you the same stuff I've been saying all the time?”

“So you've been lying?”

“That's not what I'm trying to say—”

“I've heard enough.” You tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held on, disappointment evident in his eyes. “YN, what is so hard about sparing a minute of your day? Why is it so hard for you to fucking listen?”

You took a deep breath. “Me? How about you, huh? Have you ever listened to me? Do you think you have the right to say that to me with all this shit you’re doing to me?”

“YN—”

“Here’s your answer then. Because I've spent so much time waiting for you to explain, and you only choose to do it now.” You give him a stern look. “I’m tired of hearing your bullshit—your constant, useless reassurances when you clearly don’t keep your word!”

“I'm tired of waiting for you.”

“YN! Please–”

You turned on your heel, determined to walk away and put an end to the conversation. As you took your first steps, a part of you hoped he would chase after you, while another part was tired of hoping for something that seemed uncertain.

K stood there, conflicted. He debated in his mind whether to let you go or chase after you once again. He longed to. He longed to reveal everything to you. Yet, was it the right moment? Were you even in the proper state of mind to even grasp onto his words? Letting out a substantial sigh, K pivoted, reluctant as he was, and proceeded to walk away from you, leaving you both to walk on two different pathways.

DAY FIVE. K hasn't been showing up to class for the past two days. You felt guilty – you didn't know why, but you had this nagging feeling that it was somehow your fault. EJ quickly picked up on your changed demeanor, his face reflecting concern. As you walked home together, he blurted out, "Did you say goodbye to him?"

You turned to him, confusion etched on your face. You had no idea what EJ was getting at, and he wasn't sure if you even understood the gravity of his words. "Say goodbye to who?"

"To K...?" he hesitated, confirming his suspicions when your expression shifted to one of shock; you were completely unaware. EJ wished he could vanish on the spot.

"EJ, that's not funny." You looked at him, not seeing his joking face he’d usually have. “You’re joking…right?”

"Well, I'm being serious. I'm not the type to joke about that."

“Why did I have to say goodbye?”

“He’s leaving today, YN. Did he not tell you?”

“Can we please talk?” You didn’t hear him out.

“YN, what is so hard about sparing a minute of your day? Why is it so hard for you to fucking listen?” He wanted to tell you something important. It was your fault.

“YN! Please–” It was your fault. All yours. No one to blame this time.

“You mean like…right now?” You looked at EJ, hoping you still had time to make things right with K. With glossy eyes, you could see his hurt expression, knowing what you had put yourself through. “Yeah. About to leave at the train station nearby.”

“I have to go.”

“YN! Be careful; you might get hurt–” You didn’t care. You didn’t care if you were going to get scrapes on your legs, you didn’t care if EJ was yelling your name—nothing could hurt more than losing a best friend that you didn’t leave off on good terms.

You ran as fast as you could, disregarding the chill in the air and the sting in your lungs. The train station came into view, and there he was—K, standing with a suitcase, staring into the distance. Your heart raced as you approached him, a mix of relief and fear coursing through your veins.

"K!" you called out, breathless.

He turned to you, surprise and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "YN? What are you doing here?"

"I... I heard you were leaving," you panted, trying to catch your breath. "I had to see you before you go."

He sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I messed up, YN. I messed up big time, and I'm sorry."

"Let's talk about it," you urged, reaching out to touch his arm.

"I thought it was too late for a conversation," your heart shattered upon hearing those words. "But it was my fault anyway. I should've been truthful with you."

"Quit blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault—it was mine. I should've been more empathetic." Tears threatened to spill over as you maintained intense eye contact with him, your insides twisting with emotion.

“I didn’t mean to avoid you,” K began, his eyes searching yours for understanding.

“I know I messed up too,” you admitted. “I should have listened instead of shutting you out. I should’ve not said those things to you either.”

He nodded, a sad smile playing on his lips. “We both made mistakes, didn't we? But, let’s not worry too much about it—we’ll get over it like we always do. I’m leaving for a while, but I don’t want us to end like this. I care about you—damn, I even like you, YN," he said, causing you to gasp a little. "I’m sorry if this is too sudden—I just don’t know if I’d be able to tell you this any other day."

As you stood there, absorbing his unexpected confession, the reality of the situation sank in. "K, why didn't you tell me earlier?" you questioned, a mix of emotions clouding your mind.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I was scared, afraid it would ruin our friendship. But now, facing the distance, I couldn't hold it back any longer."

“K—” The train's arrival interrupted your conversation, and K looked at you with hopeful eyes. "I'll be back, YN. Let's talk when I return, okay?" he pleaded.

You nodded, and he pulled you into a hug, and for a moment, it felt like everything might be okay. “You should go,” K whispered, releasing you from the embrace.

“Take care, okay?” you said, holding back tears.

“You too, YN. I hope we can figure things out when I come back,” he said, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

"You promise to come back?"

"You know me. Who am I to fail to keep my promises—well, besides about the hangouts," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. You smiled, finding comfort in his smile. "Then can you promise me on this one, and try not to break it?"

"I promise," he extended his pinky finger, waiting for you to interlock with him. Once you did, the warmth of his hand—similar from last time—transferred to yours, making it such a bittersweet moment. He brought his hand closer, kissing the side of your hand. "Hope that wasn't too sudden."

He smiled at your blushing face, releasing your hand. He had noticed how little layers you were wearing—did you really run like this just to see him? Taking the scarf of his neck, he wrapped it around yours, looking at you lovingly. "I'll do something sweeter next time. See you later, yeah?" You nodded, and he finally carried his bags to the train.

As K stepped onto the train, you stood there, gazing into his tear-filled eyes. How badly he didn’t want to cry in front of you. Waving, you declared, "I like you too, K!"

His heart warmed slightly. "I can't hear you," he teased, as he would've done by your side. Smiling, you shouted, "I like you so much!"

The doors closed, and you glimpsed K crying. Witnessing his tears always tugged at your heartstrings, and your own tears flowed uncontrollably. The train started moving, and as K disappeared from view, you stood there with tears streaming down your face. The reality of his departure hit you hard. "Come back soon," you whispered to the wind, as if it could carry your message to him.

Your heart felt heavy, and you couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of loss. As you wiped away your tears, you realized how much K meant to you and how the abrupt end to your argument had turned into a farewell.

Walking away from the train station, you carried the weight of mixed emotions. The confession, the unspoken feelings, and the promise of a future conversation lingered in the air. Most importantly, the emptiness lingered, but the promise of a reunion kept you going. Determined to make things right when he returned, you whispered to yourself,

“I’ll wait for you, K.”