wc: 0.3k | pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader | synopsis: virtual date w jww
genre/s: fluff, idol!wonwoo, established relationship | warnings: none!
rating: pg
âthis is never going to get done.â you sigh, reaching for the next pile of paperwork your supervisor assigned for you to finish before the weekend ended.
your boyfriend, wonwoo, was on the other side of the phone, facetiming you. he paused his game, keeping his cat ear headphones on as you could hear him shuffle around his hotel room. after some more ruckus, he bent down to look at you through his phone again, quickly running a hand through his still damp hair.Â
your hand was suspended above the paper in front of you, unable to write, not knowing what he was up to. amused, you try your best to hold back a small smile but fail miserably. as he notices your smile, he returns the expression, before adjusting his phone so you could see the floor. your view was his open suitcase as he wordlessly climbed into it.Â
âare you that homesick, wonwoo?â
âiâm lovesick, y/n. i think i need to come home and get treated by you.â he calmly informs you, not moving from the suitcase.Â
âand youâre not just saying that so you can come encourage me from up close?â
he clears his throat, feeling awkward and unable to refute your deduction on his other motives. closing his suitcase again, he grabbed his phone and flopped onto the bed.
âtwo more weeks and iâll be able to cuddle with you again, two more weeks and i can eat your cooking again, two more weeks-â
you interrupt his speech, shaking your head, âtwo more weeks until i suddenly have a distraction-filled home again.â
âand thatâs a bad thing?â his genuine surprise threw you off-guard.
âwe both know itâs not.â
he takes his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand. smiling warmly as you yawned for the nth time of the night, he replies softly, âyeah, i just wanted to hear you say it.â
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ê° synopsis ê± all hopes were crushed when you realized there was no way to get close to your crush, choi beomgyu. your advances to get close to him never seemed to work. so, you decided to get closer to his best friend, heeseung, by joining the broadcasting club. but as scripts change, so do crushes, and you end up falling for his best friend instead.
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ă €âMATCHMAKER ââ crush bsf ! heeseung x reader
fast forward ââ [ genre ] : written, fluff, angst, 90s au, unrequited love
meet the members ! beomgyu, gaeul, jungwon, taehyun, juyeon [more tba.]
warnings đ§· [only in this scene] unrequited love, yn kinda uses hee, thats all I think
â [ archives ] one result found . . . hi (still on hiatus kinda) js came here to post the fic teaser :D (im prolly gna post this after mocks or after my igcses) also ty @yenqa sewlmate for writing the synopsis (ly dookie) send an ask or comment to be added in the taglist !
THE FALL OF NINETEEN-NINETY SIX MARKED A PIVOTAL MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. Ever since you came into the world, you never really could grasp the concept of love.
You wrapped your head around the myths and tales your mother would read to you every night. You thought that every princess would have her own shining knight in armor. So, after thirteen years of living, where was yours?
Your knight in shining armor, or knights in shining armor, existed within the pages of the comic books you read. You often wondered if they would magically pop out of your books and transport you into their world. Similarly, you wondered whether any of the characters from your adored TV shows would step out and bring you into their lives.
So, it wasn't a surprise when your jaw dropped to the ground as you saw the most beautiful man in your life (well, technically, boy). If the epitome of beauty was a fourteen-year-old boy, it would be Beomgyu.
But it wasnât just his face that made your thirteen-year-old self swoon over him, it was also the way he acted. You loved the way he conversed, his smooth way of talking at a young age and the way he smiled at you every time he made jokes with his friends. You loved how his eyes lightened every time heâd pull a silly prank.
But the problem was, he never talked to you. You admired him from afar. You never actually had the guts to talk to him, as if. You were content with watching his funny actions from a distance.
There were some moments when you pushed aside your nervousness and talked to him. You remember having butterflies in your stomach the moment you first talked to him. There were times when you both were paired up as project partners for a biology assessment and at that moment, you swore you couldâve worshiped the floor that your biology teacher walked on due to her giving you an opportunity like this.
You knew this was an opportunity to make your move. And you did. You brought him small snacks with little notes on them. Gave him gifts regularly. Maybe even took lessons from your best friend on how to subtly flirt with him. You really thought you had him. Because whenever you used to play out these little acts, you saw the subtle smile on his face. You were so close. Itâs like the universe laid it out for you. Gosh, how lucky you were!
Luck. The luck that you thought you had. If luck was a person, you wouldâve tackled it to the ground already. Because the day you were about to confess to him was the day he announced his new girlfriend.Â
His first girlfriend. You doubt you called it âloveâ since the only thing she cared about was that he was popular and pretty. Thatâs it! All that girl could get from Beomgyu was his looks and his reputation. You couldâve scoffed at the sight.
Beomgyu was so much more than that. He was loyal, kind, and trustworthy. And she went for his looks. Even though she had him, you felt as if she was missing out on so much. You were partly sad due to them getting together and also due to Beomgyu getting used to his looks.
So, you were practically prancing when you heard the news of their breakup a month later. Did you care that Beomgyu was absolutely heartbroken? Well, yes, but you felt relieved that Beomgyu was finally unleashed from that mean troll's wrath.
And as he got older, he grew more handsome. And God did you love it. When you entered high school he was a completely different person. He had gotten more flirty and way more pretty. He was way out of your league.Â
Out of the years you were in this crappy high school, you made absolutely no improvement in your and Beomgyuâs relationship. Beomgyu, who kept getting new flings every summer and tons of situationships seemed to discard your existence. One could only say âWhat the fuck?â
Your thoughts swirled, and you had a collection of emotions roaming around your head until your best friend jolted you back into reality with a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
âAre you even listening?â Seoriâs voice cut through your thoughts, annoyed, since she had to explain what she was talking about in the first place.
âSorry, what were you saying?â You blinked, focusing your attention on your best friend.
She sighs, âI was saying that I think Doyoung is going to ask me out.â Seori pouts âWhy does he not get that I donât like him that way, jeez.â
Her ramble about her current boy toy washed out in the background. You were once back in your thoughts until you saw him heading into the cafeteria. Beomgyu entered the cafeteria, his smile widening at something his best friend said.Â
Lee Heeseung, Beomgyuâs best friend. His ride or die. As long as you can remember, they were attached to the hip. They were basically the package deal. If Beomgyu was the life of the party, Heeseung would hold up his hair while he threw up in the hostâs toilet. While Beomgyu was the exact depiction of a social butterfly, Heeseung remained aloof, keeping people at armâs length. You could only wonder how he dealt with Beomgyuâs outbursting personality.
âEarth to Yn!â Seori snapped her fingers in front of your face which once again, brought you back to reality.
âSorry.â You sheepishly smiled looking at your best friend's annoyed face. Your friend followed the gaze you had fixed before looking over to her. And her eyes followed the trail of your alleged âmanâââ Beomgyu.
âHim again.âA sigh erupted from Soeri, having enough of your rambling over your four-year-old crush.
âIâm sorry, alright!â You pouted, your back hunching over the disappointing development between you two which was nowhere to be found. âHeâs just so cute, God!â
Your sigh was followed by your best friend. Not long after, your best friendâs fed-up expression converted into a rather eager one.
âI got it!â She exclaimed, her hand hitting your back while she practically screamed. You winced in pain as a few fellow students gave you judgemental stares.
âAll you have to do is be close with his best friend, Lee Heeseung.â She slowly said, almost like a mastermind coming up with a villainous planâwell, you would consider your best friend to be some sort of evil criminal.
But this, this opened new angles in your head. It felt like the universeâor more like your best friendâlaid it out for you again. Your once unsolvable puzzle showed a new direction, and the missing piece was all in front of you.Â
Okay, maybe you felt bad that you were going to use Heeseung like that, even looking forward to it. But, you were really desperate. To the point where you would actually be eager to attend Sunday mass just to ask God for Beomgyu to like you back or even spare one glance at you. Well, what could you do?Â
Out of excitement, you pulled Seori in for a hug with a squeal while giving her a kiss on the cheek which she in return, yelped. âSeori, youâre a genius!â
âYes, I know.â She laughed a bit, escaping your tight grip on her before wiping the spot you kissed her hastily with her hands.
âI mean, how hard could it be?âÂ
You smiled and your gaze wet up to the boy you loved for most of your life, then slowly to the equally handsome boy.
Summary: "Y'know my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs and if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight."
Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem rec.), innocence corruption, overstim, crying, rough sex, dom!seonghwa, becoming a fallen angel, cursing, mentions of going to hell, biblical mentions.
(this is the filthiest thing ive ever written omg)
PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
"Oh, my pretty thing. My God created you perfectly, so perfect." His hand trailed down your face as you trembled beneath him, becoming to hot in your own clothes.
"Too bad I must corrupt you, for I have fallen for you." Seonghwa smirked, sitting up, removing himself from straddling your thighs.
"Seonghwa..what are you gonna do?" your own voice betrayed you as it cracked.
He smiled, "Well, if you wanna go to heaven, my pretty, you should fuck me tonight." His wings fluttered behind him, "though, I have a feeling, after I'm done with you, I'm sure neither of us will return to heaven. I am going to corrupt your pure soul."
Seonghwa leaned forward and ripped your shirt in half, staring at your still covered breasts, "tsk. such an annoying thing."
You gasped as he ripping your bra off as well, he wore a smirk the whole time.
How did you not see something as beautiful as Seonghwa, an angel, be so filthy, so corrupting? Something sculpted by God himself, but with the personality of a sex devil. Something whose white wings were huge and blinding.
Seonghwa could see the tears in your eyes building up, "My dear, do you not want this?" He leaned forward to wipe away your tears.
"I do, Seonghwa, I just - I've never done anything like this."
Seonghwa sighed, "I figured as much, darling, that is why I want it to be me who corrupts you. Not a human, not anyone or anything else. Me." His voice became authoritative, it was frightening but oh-so-hot.
He stopped caressing your face and moved down to your waist, pulling down your bottoms with the underwear.
You became nervous, what was was he going to do?
You could feel his hot breath hovering over your wet cunt, 'Y'know, Y/N, my tongue is my weapon after all. I'd say its like the serpent who corrupted Eve."
His two hands placed a strong grip on your thighs to keep them from moving, he was about to feast and didn't want you stopping him with them.
Seonghwa's nose brushed along your clit as his tongue tested the waters of your weeping hole.
You couldn't help but moan and arch your back at this feeling that is foreign, something you've never felt. Pleasure they called it. A new experience for you.
His tongue darted in and out of your hole, dragging itself along the rubbery walls, tears were pouring down your face, "Seonghwa!" You cried out.
He simply ignored you, wanting to stay with his meal. He let your hand fly to his hair, his wings flapping in response.
Seonghwa removed himself before you could ever cum, he wants to feel it around him.
You had whined in response when he moved away, "Why?"
"Patience."
He removed his white robe, letting it fall to ground below your bed.
His hard cock stood proudly, its tip already leaking in excitement, he was definitely well endowed.
Your eyes widened as you sat up, "Seonghwa, I- is that even gonna fit?"
He cackled, "Of course it will."
Seonghwa climbed back onto the bed, a smirk on his face, his black hair dangling in front of his eyes, which were now hooded and filled with pure lust. Something you should never see on a regular angel.
He stroked his cock in front of you, letting low moans fall from his mouth, "Fuck, I cannot wait to be inside of you, my pretty thing."
You waiting eagerly as he poked the tip to your entrance, pain began to spread throughout as his pushed his way in slowly.
The tears became a waterfall, "Seonghwa!"
"It's alright, I promise it'll be okay."
He waited until he could hear moans from you before he began to thrust into you, "Ah fuck!" Seonghwa pushed your legs to your chest as he arched his back to watch his fat cock disappear in and out of your hole.
His pace became faster, his rhythm much harder.
Your moans only encouraged him as he snapped his hips against the back of your thighs, "Fuck, you're squeezing me." He hissed.
"Seonghwa, something weird is happening!"
"That's it, baby, you're cumming, just for me. Cum around my angelic fat cock." He laughed, sticking his tongue out as his concentrated on his rhythm.
"And this, this is where you corrupt me, my dear." Seonghwa felt himself cumming, so he sped up, his cum splashing your walls.
He fell on top of you, but you noticed his once white wings were slowly turning black and disheveled, "Seonghwa, your wings.."
He chuckled in your ears, "You made me fall, looks like we're both going to hell."
Ahhh since Willow has reached it's conclusion, how bout we get a one year anniversary, where they announce they're finally going to be parents and its the first familial ceremony where they're actually in love and meant for each other!?
hi!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy it
pairing:Â seungcheol x fem!reader
genre:Â fluff, just them loving each othe
word count:Â 1.1k
summary:Â seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)
part one | part two | part three (final)
It was a sight to be held, honestly. And probably one of your favorite in the world.Â
Over the years, mornings became one of your favorite times of the day. You had never been an early riser, and mornings for you were merely the time you woke. 3 pm? Still morning, if you just woke up, didn't matter what the clock and people said. Even so, waking up was one of your favorite moments. There was nothing quite like opening your eyes to the sight of your husband sprawled on the other side of the bed, lips almost in a pout, hair all over the place, and a serene look on his face.Â
There was nothing like it in the world.Â
You reached for the tattoo on his back, tracing it with the tip of your fingers, lightly urging him to wake up in the most delicate way you could.Â
Three years before, when you decided to give your marriage with Seungcheol a chance, you didn't expect it to be like this. You thought that you would grow feelings for him, of course. The two of you were set to be by each other's side for the rest of your lives. You expected to develop some kind of friendship and, to some degree, intimacy with him.Â
But Seungcheol filled you with love and finally a sense of belonging that you never felt before. The two of you had, definitely, come a long way since getting married. Life with Seungcheol was everything you ever wanted. The love you always dreamed of. The king of love that only seemed possible in the silly romantic comedies you used to watch, was now one that you got to live.Â
And as time went by and memories of your childhood and adolescence came back to surface on your mind while talking with him, you finally realized that you too, had a crush on him back then. Your feelings werenât as strong as his but that was only because you never allowed yourself to. However, it had been there the whole time, just waiting for an opportunity to flourish.
âHi, sleepy headâ you whispered once you noticed that Seungcheol finally started to wake up.
Seungcheol gave the most gorgeous smile, half awake, still half sleep, as he pulled you closer to him, until your body was flushed against his.
âFor how long did we sleep?â
You reached for his phone on the nightstand.
âAround 14 hours, itâs 6 pmâ
Seungcheol hummed and buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. The day before you had attended Seokminâs wedding and just like any party Seokmin was involved, it got carried well into the night so it was safe to say that the two of you were beyond tired. Fourteen hours of sleep sounded and felt justifiable.Â
âI could sleep for a few more hours,â he said.Â
His warm breath made your skin tingle a little, and as if that wasnât enough he started to place small kisses on your neck.Â
"But I'm hungry" you whispered.
He pulled on top of him, your legs now straddling his hips. Seungcheolâs lips grew needier on your neck, slowly climbing up towards your lips. For a second, you allowed him to kiss you, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his hands on your waist.
"Not this kind of hungry" you laughed while pulling back, squishing his cheeks with your fingers tips.
Seungcheol sighed dramatically.
"We could use some real food, I guess"
Seungcheol watched you in complete horror. The pan with rice and eggs on the stove was completely forgotten. There was no way you would actually eat that.
"Don't we usually eat dessert after eating dinner?"
He couldn't even call that thing dessert, it was some kind of monstrosity that only an insane mind could come up with.
He started dinner preparations while you took a shower and was surprised when you walked into the kitchen and pulled ice cream from the freezer. If it had been just the ice cream it would've been fine, a little unlike you but still fine. But then you pulled out strawberry jam, then cheese. As if that wasnât enough you add pepper and olive oil on top of it.
âI know, but this looks so good, right?â Seungcheol had to hold back the need to throw up when you scooped up the weird mix and ate it âDo we still have olives?â
âNo, no, no, no, youâre kiddingâ
You shook your head at him, handing him the olive jar you found on the fridge to open. Even though the idea of eating all of that disgusted him, he wasnât going to stop you. You pulled a fork from the drawer and popped an olive in your mouth.
âDo you want one?â you waved the fork at him.Â
âNo, thank youâ
âThis is amazingâ you almost moaned.
âSweetheart, this isnât normalâ he finally said, then jokingly added, âAre you pregnant?â
You stayed silent for a second, the only movement between the two of you was the fork in your hand, as you moved it from side to side.Â
âI am,â you said quietly, soft features.Â
You first started to suspect that you were pregnant a couple of days before. You were getting morning sickness and the smells were something that you couldnât deal well with. You werenât late on your period and there were no other signs.Â
Without telling Seungcheol about it, you went out and bought a test â three, to be more precise. One was negative, while the other two were positive. Still, you wanted to be sure, as much as possible. So you called your doctor and set the appointment for the day before, early morning. The results came on your way to Seokminâs wedding.Â
Since you read the results, you wanted to tell Seungcheol, desperately. But you wanted to do something special like people usually do on the internet. You couldnât keep it in, really. Talks about kids had been few, but both of you seemed to like the idea just as much as the other. Although it wasnât planned, it felt like the timing was right,Â
âYou are?â
You nodded, laughing when Seungcheol tossed the dish towel over his shoulder. Half a second later you were in his arms, legs around his waist, as he spun around in the kitchen. You couldnât help the tears in your eyes.
âI can do this, right? Itâs not dangerous?â
Seungcheol had tears in his eyes too. The small part of you that was worried about his reactions relaxed when he placed a kiss on your lips.
âI love you,â he said quietly.
It felt like the two of you gave yet another step towards forever, together.Â
This is a revamp of the drabble I had on my previous account, to be honest,,idk why I even felt the urge to re-write it LMAO!! Can contain grammar mistakes! I was lazy to edit it fully.
That's it. You despised Shim Jake with every fiber of your being. The one-sided hatred towards him was nothing new. Ever since first grade, you harbored a dislike for him. It wasn't just about his grades, which always seemed to outshine yours, but also the way he looked at you, causing your heart to flutter uncomfortably. You detested that feeling intensely. Stupid Jake, for eliciting such emotions within you. He shouldn't have been your seatmate or even your classmate in the first place. On the first day of school, the teacher assigned him to sit next to you, and he hadn't changed seats all the way through high school. His way of speaking, smiling, and his sweet, bubbly personality only fueled your anger, exacerbating those irritating feelings.
And then there was Jake again. Did he leave a love letter in your backpack? Indeed, he did. Did you expect him to confess his feelings? Not at all. He was just a classmate, nothing more. But deep down, you felt yourself melting and screaming. Yet, the letter was written so beautifully that your heart skipped a beat each time you reread those words for the hundredth time. You kept it in your diary, rereading it as time passed.
"I have always liked you! Even though you've threatened to punch me in the face multiple times, I still like you." In disbelief, you looked at him, blinking five times. Did he really say that? Did he make you stop in the middle of the sidewalk and face him? After a while, was he following you? Sure, he did. Stupid Jake with his nice voice. It seriously made you want to punch him, yet at the same time, hug him tightly and squeeze the life out of him for being so cute.
"I like you too, Jake, but I still want to punch you." Jake's lips formed a smile, the kind you loved to see so often.
Jake had developed a new habit of taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers. Even now, as you both watched a movie at his house, you struggled to focus on the screen. You wanted to punch him for distracting you, but those stupid feelings intervened. The heat in your face didn't help; it only made you more flustered. Always blushing and stuttering when talking to him. Even though you'd been together for months now, he still made your heart pound loudly. As his lips drew closer to your face, you felt yourself slowly drifting away from reality. He left a small kiss on your cheek, a giggle escaping his lips as he observed your flustered state. It wasn't new to him to see you react that way, but he loved teasing you about it.
Your heart melted once again. Jake took you out to watch fireworks together by the river. He hugged you from behind with his head on your shoulder and his hands around your waist. The night breeze brushed against your face. It was a lovely feeling, despite the occasional squabbles between you two. He was your little sunshine, secretly brightening your days.
"I swear, Jake, I will punch you," you threatened, only for him to burst into laughter. The whipped cream on your face made you look too comical, and he couldn't take you seriously.
Jake convinced you to do a TikTok trend with him. At first, you thought it would be fun, but with whipped cream smeared all over your face, glaring at Jake said otherwise.
"Wow, you're so scary," he laughed, pulling out his phone to take a picture of you.
"Funny, very funny, Jake," you said while heading to the bathroom to clean your face. Even as you walked away, you could still hear Jake giggling from the living room, making you smile once again, all because of your stupid Jake.
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mark lee is the boy you spend spring break with. youâd managed to get on a study abroad trip to europe for the vacation, but as the only person from your friend group going, youâd worried about spending the week and a half alone. thank god, then, that mark is also the only one from his friend group going.
you connect during the bi-weekly class sessions leading up to your departure, sitting alone near the back of the small lecture hall. you chat before the faculty leader starts speaking and you giggle amongst yourselves when you have to step into the hallway to practice getting on and off the subway, your arms linked so you donât get âleft behind.â when you both decide to take the charter bus to the airport, mark is the one who packs his suitcase early and heads to your apartment to help you stay awake and do last minute cleaning before he drives you both to the meeting point. you sleep on his shoulder the entire bus ride, in the seats at your gate, you even manage to have seats next to each other on your overnight flight and you fall asleep watching a movie together and sharing your blanket.
spring break is full of the two of you wandering rome together, sharing cups piled high with gelato at the piazza navona, and navigating the parisian subway from the city center to the catacombs. he takes pictures of you on his film camera in st. peterâs basilica; you sneak a selfie together with the ceiling of the sistine chapel, your faces cut off halfway. you climb the bell tower of the duomo in florence, laughing breathlessly when you make it to the top, and you walk the gardens of the palace of versailles together, shoulders brushing as you take in the scenery and chill air of a mid-march morning. on your final night, you watch the eiffel tower glitter from montparnasse and you swear mark looks like he wants to kiss you; you want him to.
but then the trip is over and you go back home. you share seats on the charter bus again and you fall asleep on his shoulder again. he takes you back to your apartment, walks you to your door all bleary eyed and sleepy. youâre worried that this is the last time youâll see him as you stand at your window and watch him get into his car and drive off. looking at the picture a stranger took of you and mark on the ponte vecchio, his arm around your shoulders and his gaze fixed on you rather than the camera, you realize you cannot let this be the end.
huang renjun is a missed connection. heâs the boy you see all over town, but never work up the courage to introduce yourself to. heâs tall and lanky, always dressed so nice and looking so out of place among everyone else. heâs got soft features, all gentle edges and round, sad eyes. you always find yourself wanting to wrap him up in your arms, fantasizing what his body slotted against yours would feel like. is he warm, soft as he looks?
you see him at your favorite cafe, keeping to himself while he studies and drinks his coffee and picks at his french toast crepe. you spot him on campus, backpack slung over his shoulder on his way to class or laying out on the greens and reading a book. some days, youâre lucky enough to catch the same subway car as him, earbuds in and his eyes trained on the horizon through the window. sometimes, you even end up in the same aisle as him at the convenience store down the street from your apartment. you stand opposite each other, considering your different choices of ramen.
still, with all your instances of seeing him, youâve never scrounged together the courage you feel you need to talk to him for the first time. even if you could, one glimpse of that lopsided grin of his would have you crumbling anyways, a weakness before you even get the chance to ask for his name. so you resign yourself to only admire him from afar and he, completely unknown to him, will forever be known as the âcute cafe boyâ amongst your friend group.
you spend months like that, cherishing the glimpses you get of him. because you often exist in the same spaces with the same schedule, like the cafe on tuesday afternoons at eleven in the morning, you decide to give the barista money one day, tell them that you want to pay for his coffee when he gets here, describe him as the tall, lanky boy with the big brown eyes and gentle voice; they always know who youâre talking about. you tell them to not tell him who paid for it, just that a stranger wanted to pay forward some kindness.
when he arrives and orders, the barista relays the message and they swear up and down the wall it was a stranger, but the glance they cast over his left shoulder is telling. when he turns away, his eyes land on you, too wrapped up in your laptop to notice. but heâs too shy to say anything and so when he gets home, he writes a missed connection posting on your communityâs page, the same one your friend frequents to look for free or cheap furniture.
you were at the greenhouse cafe today (tuesday) around 11:15 in the morning. i went there to study and get coffee, but the barista said someone had paid for it already. you wanted to stay a stranger, but if youâre the person i think you are, i want to thank you properly. ramen at the convenience store by our apartment buildings?
maybe your friend oughta pass this on to you.
lee jeno is a friend of a friend, who your friend manages to convince to fake date you for a couple of group outings. she drags you to so many big group events, like drinks at the favorite bar or clubbing or even group movie nights at apartments. out of a group of ten, you and jeno are the only two single ones. it can be annoying being the only singles, especially when youâve made it perfectly clear that you donât have an issue with not seeing anyone right now; itâll happen when it happens, you find yourself saying at least once a week, itâs just not a priority right now and i donât mind it.
jeno faces the same line of irritating questioning, so when youâre out with your friends beom gyu and haechan (the instigators of the group), haechan suggests a scheme to get the rest of your friends off your backs. âjust pretend youâre dating for a little while. act a little coupley at our hangouts and then, like⊠just say that you decided your lives are going in different directions, so youâve broken up, but itâs amicable and thereâs no hard feelings! simple as that.â
beomgyu cosigns almost immediately, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and it kind of scares you. the number of times this duo has instigated things, harmless as they may be, is something to be worried about. youâre a little skeptical, but when you look over at jeno, heâs looking back at you. he gives you a nonchalant shrug and an easy it would get them off our backs for a while. itâs not like we have to actually go out on dates or anything.
itâd just be acting, sure, and youâve never particularly been into jeno, but his last sentence stings a little, somewhere deep and dark within you. regardless, you ignore the subtle hurt and you nod, mimicking his shrug. sure, why not?
the next time the whole group is together, you and jeno sit together, shoulder to shoulder. almost immediately, yeji picks up on it and nearly squeals. what is this? are you dating? when jeno confirms, the whole table starts shouting, including beomgyu and haechan, the masterminds behind this whole thing (beomgyu tells you later that it was to make it look like they were surprised too). she asks when it happened, why, how, congratulates you both on your new relationship, says itâll be great for you guys to not be ninth and tenth wheeling on hangouts anymore.
you both go on like this for a while, showing up to the bar or the club or your favorite local diner or even hangouts at someoneâs apartment and sitting together, jenoâs arm draped around you or your head on his shoulder. you show up and leave hand in hand. every once in a while, heâll even drop kisses to your temple or hairline to really seal the deal.
but your mind canât tell the difference between whatâs real and whatâs fake, and the lines start to blur. you swear youâre starting to imagine things: fond glances from him, is he holding you just a little tighter or is that a figment of your imagination, whyâs he lingering at your front door after dropping you off at home? thereâs no chance thatâs all for show, right?
lee haechan is the neighbor of the family youâre working as an au pair for. youâre young and fresh out of college, but instead of going straight into a regular job, you decided to go abroad. you were lucky to find a great job as an au pair for a couple and their seven year old daughter; they offered room and board, a good salary, and weekends off (unless needed) in exchange for your services in taking care of their child and helping maintain the house. you confirmed almost immediately and left for their country within the week, nothing but two suitcases and a carry-on.
during your first week, you stuck mainly to your host familyâs house, only really leaving to drop off or pick up the daughter from school. but when the weekend rolls around and the parents are off work, they tell you to do some exploring, giving you their personal recommendations for all kinds of stores, restaurants, and cafes. the mother ushers you goodnaturedly to the front door and tells you not to come back for at least two hours, to enjoy and get to know the area, especially if youâll be around for as long as they need you.
so with a little bit of pocket money and your backpack, youâre left standing on the front lawn with no earthly idea where to go first. youâre just about to pull out your phone and look up the closest location they recommended when a call of hey! startles you. you nearly jump out of your skin and turn to look at the person who interrupted you. heâs decently tall and broad with honey bronze skin and a life-changing smile.
he waves you over and meet him at the edge of the front lawn, his eyes bright and airy, untouched by negativity. he introduces himself as haechan, the grandson of the woman who lives next door. he tells you that heâs going to university here in the city and lives with his grandma, which surprises you; itâs really not as bad as it could be, a twenty something year old living with his grandma, he tells you, i come home to a warm meal every night. but he shakes his head, getting himself back on track.
âanyways, my grandma mentioned something about the neighbors getting a nanny and i havenât seen you around before, so that must be you, right?â
you nod, telling him youâre an au pair (fancy term, he interjects. cooler than nanny) from abroad and youâve never visited this country before. he smiles, radiant and welcoming, and suggests that he give you a tour of all the best places, promising to make it worth your while. when you mention that the parents told you not to come back for at least a couple of hours, he nods dutifully and says, âiâm the best tour guide you could possibly had. weâll be gone for four hours minimum.â
it makes you laugh, the look on his face, and infected by his sunny personality, you shrug, giving him a why not? you could do with a local guide.
âlead the way.â
na jaemin is the frat boy whose friends dare him to date you. he sees you often at the parties his frat throws, always in tow with your more outgoing, popular friends. heâs not entirely sure how you become a hot topic among his friend group (he thinks itâs because youâre so different from the rest of your group), but you do. on nights they get drunk, they often end up discussing you, how you ended up in that gang of friends when you so clearly do not fit in with them; even when you do look like youâre enjoying yourself at a party, you never quite get to the level your friends do.
one night, the discussion turns to a rumor that they heard going around about you: youâve never had a boyfriend. his friends laugh about it, busting their sides over something so insignificant and so not their business. jaemin doesnât find any amusement in it; if anything, he thinks itâs kind of cute, if itâs even true. the boys take notice of his silence and when seungmin casts a scheming glance around the table, jaemin feels a chill run through him.
âjaemin,â the younger boy drawls. âdare ya to date âem.â
jaemin immediately shakes his head. âthe fuckâs wrong with you? thatâs fucked up. iâm not doing that for a stupid ass dare.â
seungmin shrugs and leans back in his seat, head tilted back as he takes a drink out of his natty light. a laugh ripples across the group of boys and jaemin has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes; heâs not cruel and heâs not doing that to you, not when youâve been nothing but sweet to him in the few conversations youâve had. but then jeongin, the worst culprit of provoking everyone and instigating shit, says itâs because jaemin is too goody-too-shoes, too lame to do something and against his better judgment, jaemin jumps in, heat creeping under his skin, scorching him from the inside out.
âfine, iâll do it, but iâm expecting compensation for any date,â he says hotly. âyouâre paying for it all since it was your stupid ass idea.â
the group almost protests, but jaemin silences them with a deadly look. he reminds them a second time that theyâre the ones who came up with the idea, heâs not paying for this out of his own pocket (at least not yet).
when he waltzes up to you at the next party, a seagramâs escape from his own personal stash in his hand for you, youâre immediately suspicious. but his smile is soft, his gaze impossibly softer, the whole of it disarming. he chats you up easily and by the end of the night, your number is secure in his phone, your text log pinned to the top of his messages, and a potential plan to go get breakfast at a hole-in-the-wall diner next week. he smiles when you turn back and wave to him as youâre leaving.
this whole thing is supposed to be a bet, but heâs always wanted to get to know you better, so if he can get his stupid ass friends to bankroll all the dates he plans to take you on, he figures itâll be killing two birds with one stone.
zhong chenle is the boy your friend has a crush on. heâs in your general psychology class; he sits a couple of rows behind you in the lecture hall, always has the best discussion board posts, always sets the high score for every test, quiz, and assignment. heâs also involved in the choir on campus and he lives in the same dorm building that you and your friend do.
you see him on campus in passing all the time, frequenting the dining hall and the library on the same schedules. your friend, iseul, is almost always with you during these instances too and she starts crushing⊠hard. you canât say you blame her: heâs pretty and intelligent and kind of mysterious. youâve heard whispers of him being the campus crush, which doesnât surprise you in the slightest.
one friday night, a little bit gone off a blue razzberry beatbox, iseul pleads to you on your dorm room floor, kneeled on the hard linoleum floor and hands pressed together, the whole nine yards. she wants you to help her get with chenle, she really likes him but because she doesnât have a way of meeting him naturally, youâre her next best bet. she makes you a million promises: sheâll do your laundry for a month, sheâll buy the groceries for the room, sheâll buy your coffee at the campus cafe for the next year, whatever it takes.
sheâs near tears when you finally cave in and help her; she hasnât spoken a single word to that boy, but sheâs already so whipped and youâre not sure if youâre ready to hear her whine if you say no. sheâs very lucky that you have a group project for your gen psych class and chenle is in your cohort. you donât have a single clue about how youâre going to play cupid for her, but you suppose youâll figure it out as you go.
when you, chenle, and the other two members of your group meet for the first time, youâre ready to help iseul bag the man of her dreams. but the more your group meets, the more time you spend sitting next to chenle, his body heat tangible and his cologne invading your senses, the more you exchange ideas and small talk, the more you realize that you like him quite a bit, more than you should.
and then you start hanging out with him outside of the project too, getting coffee or sharing a table at the library or eating dinner on the nights that iseul doesnât join you for a meal. he laughs at your jokes, asks questions, talks to you about things other than academics. the more you spend your time with him, the harder it gets to want to matchmake him with iseul.
but you made her a promise and youâd be a bad friend to break that promise.
park jisung is your first love, even if he doesnât know it. heâs a million of your favorite romance tropes rolled into one: childhood best friend, boy next door, campus crush. everything about him is so sweet and kind and cute, itâs next to impossible to not fall in love with him, not when he has everything in the world going for him.
you grow up together, your moms best friends since high school, so youâve been raised as best friends since birth. youâve had joint birthdays, matching gifts, a shared cake, all of it. all of your big duo achievements have been celebrated together and youâve been each otherâs dates to every high school dance, including your senior prom. itâs just always been you and jisung, always intertwined, forever written in the stars.
you both decide to go to the same college, manage to get assigned to the same dorm building and into the same gen ed classes because neither of you can imagine going through university without the other. itâs not that youâre codependent (at least not unhealthily so), but heâs your self-proclaimed life partner. you donât have to follow the same path, just ones that are parallel to each other.
but when you start university, he quickly becomes the heartthrob of your dormitory and then the entire campus. jisung, as he always has been, is oblivious to the extra attention he gets from your classmates, the glances they shoot him in the dining hall, their less than innocent invitations to hang out in their dorm rooms. despite your decades-long friendship, youâve never really talked about crushes or love or anything of the sort and heâs never given any indication that he likes you romantically, so thereâs no reason for you to feel that sharp, ugly pang of jealousy in your gut when another classmate leans a little too close towards him to ask a question while youâre standing in line at the dining hall, waiting to swipe your meal cards.
but you do. it is sharp and painful and terrifying the way you feel so viscerally upset when your peers, girls and guys alike, try to make passes at jisung. you always knew you felt differently about your childhood friend, the one youâve known since literal diapers, but not to this extent. and you realize one night while youâre drinking contraband alcohol in your dorm room that your feelings stem from a place in your heart you can trace all the way back to eighth grade when he asked you to be his date to the valentineâs day dance when the person you asked rejected you very publicly.
park jisung is not yours, not officially, but your heart has belonged to him for years and youâre too deep in to take it back. maybe if he was just a little less oblivious or you a little less anxious to put your friendship on the line for it.
WARNINGS :: honestly this is a way i love to see someone confess to someone but not for me because i'm....e x t r a, is this a confession? i have no clue maybe-, reader is so in love(not surprising), chan is shy boy, #makechanlaugh, this is a bit rushed on my part but i like it, am i self projecting again? maybe-, explaining love is so damn hard
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loving chan was easy...and you hated admitting that. easy implied that there was no effort and that it was plain, which loving chan was not. truly, words are what you make them and so even though you hated the one implication the word had you still decided to use it to describe your love. easy.
hell even confessing to him was easy- simple. not because your love was simple but because you wanted it to be less overwhelming than it was. you loved chan so much that you were bursting at the seams and running yourself in circles just thinking about him. it was more than his features, his physique, or his personality (which were wonderful), you were in love with the bare essence that was and is chan.
you loved him down to his bare atoms, so infinite yet so finite. you loved his heart, his soul, and his mind and you would never mind being the bearer of all three. you loved more than the word easy. it just couldn't compare to the vivid way you felt and in a way, you felt cheated out of not knowing more vocabulary.
however, even feeling these emotions were intense, and telling him would surely relay the feeling. so instead of making him overwhelmed by such fierce fiery emotions, you opted to make him smile. make him content. make him warm. tell him that you loved him simply.
easy.
"chan, i love you" in fact, it was so easy you would say right then and there, sitting right next to the man you so dearly loved as if it wasn't the most shocking thing to say in the middle of watching some random comedy-drama...for the first time. chan's shock was palpable as he his whipped head towards yours and while you weren't looking directly at him, you slightly smiled knowing that his face was turning bright red by the second and his pupils were shaking with emotion.
his mind stutters as he takes a deep gasping breath, trying to calm all the nerve endings you had lit on fire with those four simple words. "j- just like that?" he whispered, stammering as he rubbed the back of his neck out of timidity. the drama wasn't too loud as you could hear chan loud and clear, turning slightly in his direction. you didn't pay any real attention to the drama in front of you two anyway. you both could always re-watch it later.
"yea, just like that. nothing too extravagant. simple." you smile big and lean forward towards him, feeling your heart thump out your chest and heaving a sigh as the pressure in your chest had started to rise. chan wasn't looking at you anymore but casting his gaze on his hands, fiddling with his hoodie as he nervously chuckled, "yea cause confessing your love to someone is simple."
it was sarcasm but it wasn't mean, it was incredulous and yea, you had been too. love being simple? fairy tale nonsense...but if the thought of sweet love could be something of fairy tales and fantasies. or it could be easy as breathing air or blinking your eyes. "but it could be and it is...if you want it to be." you quietly suggest, adapting chan's now shy nature. his response was also a bit bitter seeing as both of you felt the same, had even said so out loud but were always too jittery to say it first.
you reach to poke at his fingers until he opened his hand to you with a hum, breathing deep as you continue, "you know what, it is simple. like how the sky is blue, the grass is sometimes green and i love you. " chan takes a moment, registering that you had said it a second time before chuckling at the random analogy and finally looks up at you with his soft and curious eyes, "sometimes green?"
you tilt your head, rub your thumb across his knuckles, and nod, "yea, it turns that green fading brown color sometimes, you know?" chan's smiles were always a sight to behold, especially when they weren't withheld. there was pure joy settling in the dimple of his cheeks and warm dewy sunlight coming from his crescent eyes as he looked at you, nodding in understanding. "okay."
chan looked at you fondly, grinning like a child. you untangle your arms to reach up and around his neck, leaning into a hug. feeling overwhelmed yourself you hide away in his neck, him giggling at the tickling feeling. "will you say it back? just as simple?" you ask into his neck, feeling inexplicably shy.
chan leans back against the couch cushions, taking you with him as he swarms you deeper into his chest and rubs your back with his thumb. "the sun is yellow, windmills are white and i love you too." if only love could be so simple because once requited it feels like a million fireworks have been set off. it feels like a tidal wave of warmth you could never get tired of. coming back to your senses temporarily, you laugh quietly into his neck, "why windmills?"
"well...you said grass and i was thinking of a field," he mumbles bashfully. you merely hum, moving from his neck and smiling down at him. this was calm, nothing big or over the top. this was love. cool, calm, and collected love but love nonetheless. you lean in once one more to kiss him, softly and fondly. "i love you." you mumble into his lips and feel him grin.
said simply.
like it was a fact of life.
easy.
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synopsis: you decide to throw one last party for your roommate before you graduate and choose to get some help from your campus' most popular frat, heng:garae. your friend kwon soonyoung is more than happy to help, but this eagerness might stem from the fact that he has a big fat crush on you! so, how will the party planning go?
genre/s: fluff, mix of smau and written, non-idol!au, slice of life, friends-to-lovers, college!au, fratboys!svt
warnings: crude humor, drinking and partying, implied fwb
rating: pg-13
schedule: every day 12am cst (only 9 parts including the epilogue, so it'll be finished in a lil over a week!)
started: 06/29/25
ended:
status: ongoing
a/n: a submission for k-vanity's every summer after event! all prompts/locations from the event's post will be utilized so check out the post if you want some spoilers of what the series will include. inspired by the song loveydoveyshi by javi vera for the series' title!! ignore the time on the upper left corner for the tweets pls <3