SYNOPSIS: You swear it was a one-time thing, yet again, you hit a boy with your car. Feeling so guilty about hitting him, you give him your number in case he has suffered damage.
Not knowing you, you would regret that. When he keeps hitting on you. Making you wonder if he suffered some kind of brain damage because of the accident.
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pairing: College Student!Y.JH x AFAB!Reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): profanity
word count: 1980 words
recommended song: golden hour by JVKE
Jeonghan was always teased by his friends that he had old man habits. He enjoyed doing Sudoku in the newspaper, liked to walk around the lake and feed the ducks, and slept early and woke up at dawn. They always said he would never find a girl at this rate. 'Who wants to date an old man in the body of a 20-something?' his roommate Seungkwan had asked during a get-together. 'Are we sure his body is the body of a 20-something guy? Cuz every time we gather, he has a new story about how his limbs are failing him yet again!', Joshua, his best friend, had said while snickering. He was quite used to this at this point. He didn't have a problem with the way he was living his life, yet he couldn't help but feel a little alone in going through life like this.
So, imagine his surprise when he finds a person who's exactly like him! It was you, and he had first met you when he bumped into you at the salad counter of your college cafeteria. "WOW, I didn't know anyone else took salad apart from me! Are you new here?" Jeonghan had asked you, surprised that someone else was at the salad counter. "Huh? No! I'm just late today. I usually swing by an hour earlier than this" you had replied nonchalantly. "Earlier than this? You mean to say you eat breakfast at 7:30 in the morning?" Jeonghan had found himself asking you with shock. "Yeah, I know it's too early, yada yada, I hear all about it from my friends all the time! I don't need to hear it from a stranger either, please!" you had snapped at him. "No! No, I mean, I am late today too! I usually get here at 8-ish. My Sudoku took longer than expected today. So yeah..." he had replied sheepishly. "Oh...I'm sorry I just assumed you were teasing me because that's all I ever hear…but anyway, are you into Sudoku as well? Today's grid was pretty tough, wasn't it? The bottom middle square had me in shambles, haha" you had apologised first and then had made small talk about Sudoku (!?), of all things. "Yeah! That one square oh my God!", Jeonghan had replied and laughed along. You had exchanged numbers for the purpose of ranting about Sudoku and parted to go about your own days.
Jeonghan had returned to the table where Joshua, Seungkwan, and Seungcheol were eating the usual cafeteria junk. "What took so long at the salad counter Hannie? Did they not have your favourite croutons?", asked Seungkwan while sipping his iced americano. "Wait...did you bring your dentures so you can eat the croutons?", Joshua asked very seriously, earning a sigh from Jeonghan and quiet laughter from Seungcheol. "Guys, back off, it's so early in the morning for us to be doing this to Grandpa..." Seungcheol trailed off, cackling like a witch. "Wow and here I thought you were going to support me..." Jeonghan said with a tone of faux hurt. "But, if you must know, I met a girl at the salad counter. She said she was an hour late today! And she does Sudoku! So, I'm not the only one who's like me, you know?" Jeonghan announced triumphantly. "OH MY GOD! You've found your soulmate! And oldie for an oldie let's gooo", cheered Seungkwan happily. "Hey, she's not an oldie, and neither am I!", Jeonghan haughtily defended you both. "We just have lighter hobbies and actually like taking care of our health, unlike you dumbasses", he said with his nose high. "Oh...so it's 'we' now, huh?" Joshua keenly observed. "Well, now that I have company, yes", Jeonghan said nervously.
You and Jeonghan had been meticulously texting each other about Sudoku, the salad counter, and the ducks at the lake. Turns out, you fed the ducks at the lake too, just like Jeonghan did. So, you both had figured that it would be nice to do it together. "It's a date!", you had said in reply to Jeonghan's suggestion. Although he had replied with "Yay! ^_^", he was nervous as soon as he had read the word 'date'. He immediately opened the search engine on his phone and typed 'date ideas near a lake with ducks' and was bombarded with several ideas at once. After browsing for a while, he decided that he would simply make a picnic out of it.
He made two very extravagant salad bowls with insanely complicated dressings, and two bottles of freshly squeezed orange juice. He put these in a wicker basket (that he had ordered off of Amazon 2 days ago for this very purpose) along with a classic pink and white checked picnic blanket. He was pretty proud of himself at the very cliche picnic basket that he had thrown (read: meticulously put) together. Jeonghan decided to text you now that he was ready for the picnic and determined to woo you. “Hey, I packed a picnic basket, haha. Hope you’ll like it. Can you bring the duck feed? I ran out and won’t have the time to restock until tomorrow afternoon :(” He quickly snapped a picture of the wicker basket and sent it right behind his text. “Wow, that looks like the kind of picnic basket that I’ve always wanted to carry for a picnic, Hannie!” you text back as you giggle in glee. “Please tell me you got the classic pink and white checkered picnic blanket too >_<” you ask him with blooming hope at your soon-to-be-boyfriend’s (who doesn’t know it yet) quirks. “I’m not a peasant, y/n, of course I did!” he texts back with mock offense. “I’ll get the duck feed dw, see you tomorrow! Be there before the sunrise Han or else!” you threaten him. “Okok, I will. If only to make sure I’m not the duck feed :D” he types back quickly. You look at the text and laugh fondly, practically vibrating out of your couch at the prospect of asking Yoon Jeonghan to be your boyfriend tomorrow while watching the sunrise with him.
Tomorrow couldn’t have come soon enough–neither of you could sleep due to the nerves at the prospect of a date. Both of you got ready as quickly as you could and rushed to the lakeside. Jeonghan lumbered onto the grass with the picnic basket and sat on the perfect spot to watch the sunrise. It’s not like he had researched the entire vicinity to see from which vantage point the sunrise would be the most beautiful (he had done exactly that). He saw you run up to him with a bag of duck feed in your hand. Your face was flushed, probably from the chill of the morning breeze and your free hand was stuffed inside the pocket of your hoodie, as if to escape the cold. “Hi Hannie!”, you greet him cheerfully. He’s already sitting on the picnic blanket with some throw pillows by his side. “Hey y/n”, he replies with a warm smile as he gestures to you to join him.
You almost melt into a puddle right then and there but unwillingly steel yourself to be strong because you’re a woman on a mission and the mission is wooing Yoon Jeonghan. “I would love to but can we first feed the ducks and get that out of our way, please?” you ask with the best puppy eyes that you could muster. You had a plan, and that plan did not involve the ducks so it was better to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. “Oh, sure!” says Jeonghan as he rises up from his position on the blanket. “Let’s go” he says with a smirk and you give a small breathy laugh. You take out the duck feed from your sling bag and hand him some. “Oh look, I see some of them” you point towards where the huge cedar tree is awning over the lake. You both walk towards the ducks and lean over the fencing of the lake and throw some feed into it. The ducks quickly gather and start chomping away at the feed, the silent spell around the lake suddenly broken by fluttering wings and quacks from the happy ducks.
'They sound happy', you muse out loud. 'Mm I guess', Jeonghan says absent mindedly, while staring you with heart-eyes he probably didn't realise he was making. 'OK, I think we can get back to our picnic. And just in time for the sunrise!' you say enthusiastically. That seems to snap Jeonghan out of his reverie. 'Oh yeah, the sunrise, let's go!' he says and links your hands together oh so naturally and starts walking back towards the picnic blanket. It made you giddy how Jeonghan held your hands like he had been doing it for ages. You hoped that this was first of the countless times he was going to hold your hand. You both situate yourselves side by side on the picnic blanket facing East, and all the snacks and drinks stacked around you. You start with a sip of the orange juice and let out a pleased sound at the sweet and tangy taste. 'This tastes so fresh, Hannie!' you let him know with a bright smile. 'I would hope so; afterall, I did painstakingly squeeze a dozen oranges' he muses and makes a gesture of wiping off sweat from his brows. 'Oh my God! Really? You didn't have to Hannie…' you trail off, touched that he put in so much effort into this. 'Don't worry, I wanted to' Jeonghan says with a warm smile and gives your free hand a squeeze.
You both dig into the salad bowls next and eat silently while looking at each other and shyly smiling from time to time. 'I wanna ask you something' you suddenly blurt out when you see that the sun is almost about to rise. 'I did too…but you can go first?' Jeonghan suggested nervously. 'Uh sure. I just…I mean, we instantly hit it off the moment we met and I've never had this kind of compatibility with anyone in my life—not even my closest friends. The past month that we've spent getting to know each other has been the only time I've ever felt truly seen by someone and also the only time I was able to be unapologetically myself. So…what I'm trying to say…or like ask…is…would you consider today our first date and be my boyfriend, Yoon Jeonghan?' you finished speaking and held your breath.
Jeonghan just looked at you as if he was stunned and it took him a minute to understand that you had asked him a question—and a very important question at that. 'WOW, y/n, I…of course I would love to be your boyfriend! You actually beat me to it because I too, had plans of asking you to be my girlfriend. I can't believe that we're so evenly matched that we had the same plans for asking the other out' Jeonghan said and brought your hand upto his mouth to kiss the back of it, constantly marvelling at how much you two seemed to think alike. 'Oh look, the sunrise' you say and wait for Jeonghan to turn away from you before you quickly kiss him on the cheek. It makes Jeonghan blush furiously and he says weakly, 'Y/n…that's cheating…you can't keep catching me off guard like this all the time'. 'But you look so cute when you're blushing that I can't help it' you tease him and add, 'I'm glad you agreed to be my boyfriend Hannie", you say and giggle. "And I'm glad you're my girlfriend!", Jeonghan says as you both watch the pale morning sun from across the lake, slowly rise.
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SYNOPSIS: A drama-filled love story about two idols who are trying their best to manage their love life and idol life. Whilst also avoiding scandals and backlash from fans and netizens. While that might seem simple in hindsight, it’s actually a lot harder when the guy who likes you is in the same group as your little brother.
hts x reader ↺ 0.8k ↺ slight angst/toxic relationship ↺ warnings: toxicity, slight implication of cheating, language
“why are you sulking?” jaehyun asks dongmin, spotting him attempting to glare holes into his phone.
“she's ignoring me,” he replies, flatly. lately, it felt like the gap between sending a text and getting a reply only seemed to be growing longer and longer instead of lessening. “for someone who used to get pissed when i replied five minutes late, she's acting very hypocritical.”
jaehyun winces and just pats his shoulder in sympathy. dongmin frowns, his eyes still glued to his phone, the ‘delivered’ text shining exceptionally bright. biting back a groan, he presses the call button. preparing himself for the unavoidable argument that would break out as soon as the call would be answered.
“you should just break up,” sungho points out, always the logical one. “it seems like both of you are over the relationship, there's no point dragging it on if none of you have feelings anymore.”
dongmin stares at him, thinking. he wasn't wrong. lately it had started to feel like his relationship was slowly changing into a kind which he didn't want. there were more fights than peaceful days and the days that did turn out peaceful were only that way because both of you had managed to avoid each other the whole day. it seemed like all the two of you knew how to do nowadays, was get on each other's nerves.
sungho’s always been good for talks like these. he stays quiet, offering advice where he thinks it’s needed and then allowing the other person to stew in their thoughts.
“how is it my fault that she decided to feed me after you avoided me all day?” dongmin stares at you, blood pounding in his ears.
“it's your fault, because you decided that hanging out with her was better than accompanying your girlfriend!” you yell, even louder than him.
you're both standing on opposite ends of the living room, woonhak and sanghyeok had already retreated to sanghyeok’s room, giving the two of you the space that you needed.
earlier today, you had asked dongmin if he wanted to go with you to this one work event. dongmin had declined and you had both been okay with the whole idea. instead, dongmin decided to hang out at his studio, working with his fellow producer. she had decided that both of them should take a break from poring over the latest melody and go out for dinner.
it was dongmin’s fault, he supposes. since he didn't think how it would look, ditching his girlfriend only to be spotted hanging out with another girl just hours later. he knew he was wrong, but he had been tired and hadn't been thinking clearly so it just makes him even more angry. he knows he's wrong god damn it, and he’d tell you so, if he managed to get a single word in.
sanghyeok enters the living room cautiously, making sure it's safe for him to enter. dongmin would laugh at his carefulness, if he wasn't so pissed.
“is the war over?” sanghyeok asks, trying to lift the mood.
“lord, i hope.” dongmin groans into his hands.
following sanghyeok, woonhak also appears. “God, it's like you're both shooting a melodrama or something.”
dongmin just shakes his head in agreement. laughing, sanghyeok adds, “a comedy too maybe, the way you two seem to be so good at bouncing insults off of each other.”
woonhak grins, continuing with the joke. “what’s next? a fantasy? or a chaotic and messy soap opera?”
dongmin just rolls his eyes. he can't believe this is what his life has come to. woonhak, making fun of him.
dongmin tries to stop himself from bashing his head on the very nice and very expensive table. cleaning the blood stain from the pretty tablecloth would probably cost more than his life insurance, so he sticks with imagining it instead.
it was supposed to be a good day. he had reserved a table at this pretty chandelier-lit restaurant for the date, even showing up early and making sure nothing could ruin today, and yet the two of you now try to keep your voices down as you argue, attempting to not disturb the very luxurious couples dining all around you.
dongmin turns his head away, staring out the window since he knows that looking at you will just mean that you’ll end up fighting again. it's not even a topic worthy of an argument, it's that stupid. he spots you out of the corner of his eye, silently wiping your tears and has to hold back a slight scoff. he thinks it's a bit selfish of you to be shedding tears after starting this whole fiasco.
“you sure about this?” donghyun stares at his friend.
dongmin grimaces and shrugs. things seem to be back on track again, for now. both of you seem to be doing better and even though he doesn't know how long it'll last this time, all he can do is just live in the moment and deal with it later.
my note: WERE SO BACKKKKKKKKK!!!!! re-continuing my bnd's first trilogy series (woohoooooo) and i wrote this at 4 am while being sick bc i couldn't sleep so 😍!!! anyways i think this might be my FIRST venture into the toxic and angsty department so deal with me as i figure it out 🙂↕️
song rec: obv amnesia by boynextdoor. i love their first trilogy man its so peak im genuinely obsessed with every single song on all three albums
💌 g e n r e: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship
💌 s u m m a r y: in which the uncertainty of Jihoon's career raises questions both of you finally get around to answering.
inspired by @/prestonrack on instagram.
to be loved is to stop writing the end before living in the middle.
Jihoon is the love of your life.
You know that. He knows it. And in the beginning, it was perfect. You didn't do petty fights like high-schoolers. You didn't complain, didn't get upset when he was on the road and couldn't always be around. In so many ways, you were his ideal type. Independent, resilient, and his comfort zone. Someone who was capable of making him just as proud as he made you.
And yet, you had come to the conclusion that this would never last.
Laugh all you want. He had so many horizons he had yet to explore, as a musician and as a person. Wouldn't there ultimately come a day where he found greener pastures elsewhere and decided to go for it? And as someone who loved him this deeply, who saw him as home, would you ever want to hold him back? Why should he stay with someone hailing from a small town, with not even half the star potential he had?
You wondered if sometimes fighting over stupid things, making him angry, or him upsetting you would make it easier to leave. Wondered if it was a sufficient excuse. You saw no other alternative. Simply "splitting up" would break your heart, more than you liked to admit. After all, you had never met someone better than him. But humans are selfish by nature. Was it such a sin to say you never wanted this to end?
Yet, it seemed that your own mind was deadset on being your enemy. Even on simple, lazy days where you did nothing but sit on his studio couch and watch him work, or when you were sprawled on the couch watching TV together, there was a nagging voice in the back of your head that could ruin even the most peaceful of moments.
"Will you still be doing this with him a month, six months, and a year from now?"
Your answer would come mere months later, when he had come home from a studio session, said nothing, and tugged you into a tight embrace.
"Bad day?" You ask as he hums and raises his head by a fraction to answer you. "Horrible. Just couldn't get the chorus right."
"You'll get it," You reassure. "You always do. I know it."
A huff of laughter escapes him. "Don't make me sound like Beethoven. It'll get to my head."
"In this day and age? Possibly," You tease. "The water heater's on and your face mask's in the fridge. Shower and I'll get you something to eat."
He sighs in satisfaction at your words. He kisses your forehead in gratitude, and you laugh and shoo him off. You turn back to your laptop, ready to shut it down and unwind for the night. When you straighten up, you spot him still standing there, staring at you.
"What?" You ask, somewhat self-consciously.
He shakes his head. "Nothing."
"Spit it out," You tease. "Or else I'll think about it all night."
He taps his foot a few times, as if pondering whether to speak or not. Finally, he purses his mouth and blinks once. "Every time I come home and you wait up with food, or when you come to the studio just to make sure I'm still alive..."
You hold your breath. Is this him confessing some hidden irritation at your care? Is this it -- the excuse for yourself, and for him?
Irrational panic creeps in. Worry that this might be it. That the nagging voice was right, and that you would not be doing this with him for much longer.
"I wish you'd give me a reason to leave." He sighs, almost fondly. "I wish something on this earth could give me a reason not to love you as much as I do."
Your breath hitches. Because that wasn't a bad thing -- not entirely. This was exactly how you felt. This was him wishing, just like you did, that something would go wrong, that something would make you convinced that this was a bad idea. Every speculation you'd made about your relationship; wondering if he'd find something better, was him doing the same thing. And every time you second-guessed and doubted, he had been doing the same.
"I've thought about it," You admit quietly. "I wish you'd turn out to be someone horrible, someone I can go and complain to my friends about. But I... just can't. You're wonderful. Inside and out."
He chuckles at that. "I guess we both don't really mean what we say, do we?"
You laugh at that. "Then what do we do? We're just two unsure idiots in love. And if you find something better someday, I... I don't know what I'd do."
"We are," Jihoon agrees softly. He drops the haversack to the ground and walks towards you. "And I don't want you worrying about that. If it happens, I'll take you with me, anyway."
"You will?"
"Of course," He says, as if it's obvious. "If everything really goes wrong, we can move to some secluded town and disappear together. Sounds like a good idea to me."
You hit him on the shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'll be as ridiculous as I want if it brings you peace of mind," He counters. "I came up with a lyric today. I thought it was a good time to tell you what I kept thinking this whole time with it."
"What is it?" You ask quietly.
He squeezes your hand once. "Love begins when certainty ends," He recites. "I don't need all the answers when I'm with you. I don't want all the answers when we're together. I just want to walk this path with you and figure it out, step by step and day by day."
"Even if you don't know what's next?"
"Especially when I don't know," He smiles. "I'm a lyricist. I write songs from start to finish. But I think part of the magic is not knowing how the end will be. We haven't even lived through the middle yet." His hand comes up to cup your face, ever so tenderly. He smiles and leans in, pressing the softest of pecks onto your trembling lips. "We haven't even lived through our best days yet, baby."
Every other day became a milestone in your journey of best days together.
The truth was that love by itself was not the only answer. It would never be able to magically erase every uncertainty in your head. There would still come the time when the same question, the same argument, the same topic would surface, every now and again:
"Will you still be doing this with him a month, six months, and a year from now?"
And it would be a lie to say you have the answer now. Not now, and perhaps not ever. Nobody really knows what the next day would bring. But whenever you look at him, wait up for him with food, and visit him at the studio just to make sure he was still alive, you realise you don't actually need to.
All you really needed was slow, gradual, sometimes shaky, but full trust that whatever life had in store for you two, wherever this path led, you both would go together. All that mattered, really, was to stop waiting for the end before the story even played out.
And if everything went wrong... well, you could always move to some secluded town and disappear together. It sounded like a really good idea.
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aaand I'm back after so long.... finals have been hell and it's so nice to be back!! welcome to the next part of the "love" series, inspired by @/prestonrack on instagram 🩷
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SYNOPSIS: A drama-filled love story about two idols who are trying their best to manage their love life and idol life. Whilst also avoiding scandals and backlash from fans and netizens. While that might seem simple in hindsight, it’s actually a lot harder when the guy who likes you is in the same group as your little brother.
SYNOPSIS: You and Jake had one thing in common with each other, being number one in your class. It was something none in class cared about, except you two. It was been going on since middle school till your last year in high school, but what happens when the new exchange students set their eyes on you.
When the bickering between you and Jake stops, your attention is somewhere else. rather on someone else. Sim Jake is set on getting your attention back. One way or another he will get you, none can stop him.
