#study group angst

SUM. in which your shy and awkward boyfriend decides to suddenly turn into the clingiest man on earth

(STUDY GROUP MLST) . yoon gamin x fem!reader · fluff, est. relationship, kisses, petnames, skinship, bf!gamin

gamin wasn’t the type to be clingy.

of course, your boyfriend wasn’t cold or distant either. he had his moments—small, discreet gestures that left your heart fluttering for hours after.

a firm hand on your back when you walked through a crowded street, his fingers playing with yours when you watched movies together, a rare but sickeningly sweet forehead kiss when he was feeling particularly bold in the moment.

but today? today was different.

the first incident was when you woke up to find his body pressed against yours, his arms draped around your waist and his face buried in your neck.

normally, gamin was the type of person to unconsciously roll away in his sleep, liking his personal sleeping space and leaving you to tug him back with a whine.

not this morning though. this morning, he was holding you as if you were his lifeline, his breath warm and ticklish against your skin.

“morning,” you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. you tried to sit up, but his grip tightened, pulling you closer.

“good morning,” he mumbled, his voice deeper than usual.

“gam..you’re holding me pretty tight.”

he hummed in acknowledgment, his lips brushing against your neck. “don’t want to let go yet.”

that was odd. really sweet, but odd. gamin wasn’t usually this affectionate first thing in the morning.

you didn’t question it too much, instead deciding to live in the moment, you let yourself sink back into his warmth.

the second incident came during breakfast.

you were sat on a stool in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone while waiting for the toast to pop up out the toaster, when you felt him approach.

his hands slid around your waist from behind, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“gamin?” you asked, surprised at the sudden touch. “what’s up?”

“nothing, just wanna see what you’re doing..” he said, nuzzling against your cheek.

you raised an eyebrow. “are you good?”

“why wouldn’t i be?” he didn’t let go, and you had to awkwardly angle yourself to butter the toast.

he even leaned forward to press a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, and then one more to the corner of your lips.

you couldn’t help but giggle at the affection. “someone’s in a real good mood today.”

“maybe,” he said absent mindedly, his voice warm and teasing. but there was something in his tone, that made your chest flutter.

by the time the afternoon had rolled around, his clinginess had reached to a peak.

you were sitting on the couch, trying to read your book, but gamin had other plans—he was sprawled out next to you, his head heavy on your lap as he toyed with the hem of your sweater.

every few moments, he’d reach up to poke at your cheek or tug at your sleeve, stealing your attention away from the pages.

“gamin,” you said with a laugh, finally closing the book and placing it down. “what’s gotten into you today, hm?”

he pouted up at you. “what do you mean?”

“i mean…” you gestured at him practically laying on top of you. “this! you’re like..never this clingy.”

he sat up abruptly, turning to face you—his expression was soft, but there was a flicker of worry in his eyes. “do you.. do you not like it?”

you blinked. “no! of course i do, gam.. it’s just… unexpected and out of character from you. that’s all.”

for a moment, he didn’t say anything. his gaze flickered down to his hands, which were fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie.

then finally, in a voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear, he whispered, “i don’t think i show you enough love.”

your heart ached at the vulnerability in his tone. you reached out to cup his face, tilting it up so he had no choice but to meet your eyes.

“gamin, that’s not true. you show me love in so many ways. you don’t have to force yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“i’m not forcing myself,” he said quickly, his voice confident now. he leaned into your touch, his hands coming up to rest over yours. “i’m not. i just… don’t know. i woke up today and realized i don’t tell you or show you enough how much i love you. and i do. i love you so much.”

your breath hitched at his sudden confession. he was gazing at you with such raw sincerity and love that it left you quite literally speechless.

“gamin…” you started, but he cut you off by jumping forward to press his lips against yours.

his kiss was soft and sweet, but there was an urgency to it, like he was trying to pour every word he’s been struggling into the action.

when he pulled away, he didn’t stop there, peppering kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, your nose, until you were giggling uncontrollably.

“oh my god—gamin, stop!” you screeched, though there was no real force behind your words.

“i can’t,” he said, his voice breathless and full of laughter. “i’m just… so full of love and affection today, and i need to get it all out.”

you couldn’t help but break into laughter at his words, your heart swelling with affection.

“you’re so cute, gam.. and ridiculous,” you said, but you pulled him closer anyway, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“ridiculously in love with you,” he said with a cheeky grin, before tackling you back onto the couch.

the rest of the day passed in a blur of kisses, laughter, and random moments of affection from gamin.

by the time night finally came, you were curled up together under a blanket, your head resting against his chest as he absentmindedly played with your hair.

“feeling better now?” you teased.

“mmh,” he hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “so much better.”

ⓘ fluff, angst／mature themes, smut, fake texts, series, oneshot, drabble, thoughts／other

☆ — 📁 ﹕ yoon gamin⨾

· clingy oneshot

· study break

☆ — 📁 ﹕ kim sehyun⨾

· boyfriend headcanons

☆ — 📁 ﹕ lee jiwoo⨾

☆ — 📁 ﹕ chae heewon⨾

☆ — 📁 ﹕ lee jun⨾

· unseen desires

☆ — 📁 ﹕ lee hyunwoo⨾

☆ — 📁 ﹕ pi hanwool⨾

· pocky kiss

☆ — 📁 ﹕ ma minhwan⨾

☆ — 📁 ﹕ park geonyeob⨾

· what are we?

☆ — 📁 ﹕ headcanons⨾

· being protective

SUM. "what were they?" people would ask. but you and geonyeob were just friends.

(STUDY GROUP MLST) . park geonyeob x gn!reader · angst, one sided love, pining · kind of inspired by what are we by ha sungwoon except no happy ending :(

the first time geonyeob touched you like that, it was an accident. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

his hand had brushed against yours—just for a second—on the floor of his living room. you were sitting cross-legged across from each other, half a pizza between you, some variety show playing in the background that neither of you were really watching. you’d been talking about nothing, the way friends do when it’s late and the city outside has gone to sleep. then he reached for another slice and your fingers touched, and neither of you moved away.

you didn’t look at him. you didn’t have to. the air had shifted.

the silence was too full.

he said your name like a question. you didn’t answer.

and that’s how it started—not with a kiss or a confession, but with something small and irreversible.

after that night, things didn’t change all at once. you still met up to eat. still traded notes for assignments. still lay on his couch for hours without saying a word. but now, sometimes, his head would fall onto your shoulder. sometimes, you’d lie down beside him just a little too close. sometimes, your hand would find his without meaning to.

it wasn’t dating. it wasn’t casual, either. there were no labels, no conversations, just this unspoken thing burning quietly between you, like a secret you were both too scared to say out loud.

you told yourself not to read into it. but it was hard not to when he looked at you like that.

like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

like you were something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t let go of.

and then came the night you kissed.

neither of you talked about it. you didn’t have to.

it was slow and deliberate, like you'd both been holding your breath for months and finally exhaled. he kissed you like he meant it, like he’d been waiting, like he’d already imagined it a thousand times and was terrified this would be the last. his hands were careful on your skin, almost reverent. yours clung to his shirt like you were afraid of waking up.

when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and said nothing.

neither did you.

maybe if you had, things would’ve been different.

maybe.

but you weren’t just friends anymore—not after that. even if no one knew. even if neither of you had the guts to say it aloud.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. that as long as geonyeob was still there, still texting, still laughing with you like always, it didn’t matter what you called it.

you lied to yourself so often, it started to sound like truth.

but the silence grew heavier with time. the in-between stretched further. you started noticing the way he’d pull away when someone else was around. how his hand would find yours under the lunch table but disappear the second a friend sat down. the nights you hung out late became less frequent, and when you did, the space between you walking down the sidewalk felt wider than it used to.

still, he’d look at you like he meant something. still, he’d hold you like he didn’t want to let go.

but when he spoke, it was always about everything else. never this. never you.

and you started to wonder—if something matters but no one says it out loud, does it still count?

then one night, he didn’t answer.

you’d sent a message—something stupid and meaningless, just a meme, a joke—and there was no reply. hours passed. then a full day.

when he finally responded, it was short. distant.

you asked if he wanted to hang out that weekend. he said he was busy.

that was the moment something in you cracked.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t confront him. but your chest felt tight in a way it hadn’t before. something was slipping, and you were too scared to grab for it.

the next time you saw geonyeob was at a noraebang with other friends. even though karaoke wasn’t really his thing. but he smiled when he saw you. like nothing was wrong. like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

he hugged you like normal. talked to you like normal. introduced you to a girl you’d never seen before, casually, offhandedly, like it didn’t mean anything.

but her hand lingered on his back a little too long.

and you felt your throat close.

when he turned back to you, you smiled. or tried to.

later that night, you found him alone outside of the room, buying more drinks, ordering more food.

you didn’t ask about the girl. you asked him, “what are we?”

his answer came slow, careful.

“i don’t know,” he said.

you stared at him, heart in your mouth.

he looked at you then, really looked. “it’s not that i don’t care.”

“then what is it?” you asked.

he ran a hand through his hair. “i just don’t know if i can give you what you want.”

you felt the words like a slap. “what do you think i want?”

his jaw clenched. “something real.”

you waited, but that was all he gave you.

so you nodded. took a shaky breath. and walked back inside.

he didn’t follow.

after that, the silence came hard and fast. he stopped replying. you stopped reaching out. friends asked what happened. you said nothing.

because what were you supposed to say?

“we weren’t dating. but it still feels like a breakup.”

it didn’t make sense. but it still hurt.

not the sharp, clean kind of pain. just a dull, constant ache that followed you around, sat beside you in classrooms, curled up in bed with you at night.

you didn’t cry.

you just... tensed.

tense when his name popped up on your screen. tense when a song reminded you of the way his fingers had felt when he touched you. tense when someone mentioned him in passing, like he wasn’t still echoing through every corner of you.

because you were trying to be fine.

you told yourself you would be. that you didn’t need him. that you weren’t broken.

and it was true. you weren’t broken.

just tired.

tired of waiting for something that never arrived. tired of being enough to hold but never enough to choose.

weeks passed. then months.

one night, geonyeob’s name lit up your phone again.

geonyeob: hey. heard you got accepted into your dream school. congrats.

you stared at it. fingers hovering over the keyboard.

your heart didn’t leap.

it just curled in on itself.

because even now, after everything, he could still talk to you like it was normal. like the hole in your chest was something you imagined. like he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it, only to walk away without ever looking back.

you didn’t reply.

not because you hated him.

but because you were done letting him pretend this never meant anything.

and you knew—finally, honestly—you would be fine without him.

but god, it still didn’t make sense.

because you weren’t just friends.