Hii beautiful! Thanks for asking, I'm doing well, I just finished my first year of college and really happy, having fun with my friends and family.

I stopped writing cause I'm in a writer block? Everything that I write I think is crap... I have had something cooked for a while now, and I am obviously doing your requests. I only want to say that please have patience, I will comeback soon (soooo soon) with new shit and those fan girls fiction that we all love heheh

pairing: jaehyuk × fem!reader

tags: fluff, a little bit tsundere, love ♡

a/n: my first attempt in english, forgive me for possible mistakes, cause i translated it from my native language ! this is a small text, there're only 240 words here, hehe

In your description I read you write headcanons , I am not sure if you are okay with reactions

But if yes then can i request "Treasure reaction to their gf being younger than them(1 or 2 years )"

I would like to see how they would be with a younger partner (if possible she calls them oppa as well if that's not cringe I am sorry)

You can make it a headcanon as well if you don't want to write the reaction part.

Thank you very much🥰🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Hi! I’m not sure how I could write it as a reaction, but I can try writing it as a headcanon, I hope you enjoy :D

Treasure dating a younger partner

Treasure x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Choi Hyunsuk ♡

This sweetie! He’d be so protective and clingy over you, having this maternal-like instinct, he feels like since you are younger, he has to “protect” you. I also see him be chatty with you, talking to you about anything and listening to you yap, while looking at you endearingly. He’d also enjoy cracking a few jokes with you <3

Park Jihoon ♡

He’s similar to Hyunsuk, gentle, tender, protective with you <3 but I also see him being witty and energetic, wanting to be active with you, dragging you to any physical activity he wants and maybe tease you for being young and small when you can’t catch up with his energy 😭 but being with him is like being with an annoying big brother, as much as they enjoy being a pain in your ass, you still love their energy <3

Kanemoto Yoshinori ♡

Oh my god, this sweetheart :( he’s the type who prioritizes stability in relationships and you being younger than him makes him want to protect you, he’d be the type to lavish you with gifts and make you feel secure around him, he’s the type who’d want you to accompany him anywhere, even if it’s a 2-minute visit to the grocery store, he’s a sweet, loving bf and with a younger gf, he’d want to make you feel secure and stable around him <3

Kim Junkyu ♡

With Junkyu, he’s a bit rational, emotionally mature per se, the type to be calm, collected, so with a younger gf, he’d be the rational one who’d keep his gf grounded on an emotional state. But when he’s in love, he holds such a romanticized view of you, he’d put you on a pedestal, and want to make things absolutely perfect for you, he’d have everything mapped out for you two and wants to make sure you feel happy with him <3

Yoon Jaehyuk ♡

This sweetheart wants the absolute best for you, he loves a sense of structure and “perfection” in his life, where things are in order and well-detailed. So this means he’d be the type who thrives on making things perfect for you, the type to help you take care of yourself, he feels happy and at ease when he’s “serving” you and your needs, wanting to listen to your needs and understand you well :3 he’d be a thoughtful, yet witty bf, wanting to yap with you about anything and crack jokes <3

Hamada Asahi ♡

Oh this old soul, he’d be this quiet, yet nurturing bf, and like Jaehyuk, wanting to guide you in your everyday life, helping you take care of yourself, being the one who gives practical advices and is rational in your relationship. He thrives for emotional connection in your relationships and wants to cater to your emotional needs, he wants to make you feel secure around him and would do anything to make you happy <3

Kim Doyoung ♡

Oh this boy would be hella passionate, fiery and would prioritize independence in relationships. Yet also, he’d be practical and grounded at the same time, wanting to make sure you feel stable with him and also on your own, he’d be goal-oriented, wanting to be seen as this responsible guy who got everything under control. He’d want to feel like this mature, responsible boyfriend who commits to his goals with an enthusiastic spirit and with you being younger, it’s even more prominent :p

Watanabe Haruto ♡

I see him as this social butterfly who prioritizes peace and harmony over anything. With you, your relationship would feel more like a close friendship than anything. He’d be this fun, witty charmer who’d enjoy talking to you about anything and wants to make you feel comfortable enough to open up. He’d be practical and realistic at times and would want to give you advices on anything. Being with him is fun and secure <3

Park Jeongwoo ♡

This boy is so passionate with you, he’d be so enthusiastic about you, showering you with adoration, compliments and even showing you off to others, boasting how he got a partner like you 😭 although he’d be the older one, he has this massive childlike spirit and would love to have you match his spirit <3

So Junghwan ♡

Like Haruto, Junghwan’s a social butterfly who makes your relationship feel like a close friendship. He loves a partner with whom he can engage in intellectual conversations with and would love it when they’re in the same wavelength as him, he is the type to bond with you over a common vision or thought (he’d also would be happy if his partner admired his thoughts even if they aren’t on the same wavelength 😭). But he’s witty, creative, open to new ideas so he’d love to hear you yap and listen to your own visions and thoughts, it makes him look at you with these endearing eyes, he’d make a great listener <3

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number 2 on the 100 kisses list: wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck pairing. boyfriend!doyoung x reader word count. 898 notes. this has been in my drafts since sep 1st 2024??? 😭😭😭 suggestive towards the end bc doyoung is a menace <3

“How is my pretty baby doing?”

Doyoung wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you chop some zucchini for tonight’s dinner.

“Good,” you reply.

“Thank you for cooking for us.”

“Of course. You’ve been working so hard lately, it’s the least I could do.”

𐙚 Heated Kisses with Treasure - Hyung Line 𐙚

Request

Genre: A bit fluffy, Suggestive MDNI 18+

Warnings: Heavy sexual tension, Intense kissing, Grinding, Dominance, Restraint

Hyunsuk

The living room is dim, only the TV glow painting soft light across the couch. You’re curled into the corner, half-watching, half-waiting, when Hyunsuk drops down beside you with a tired exhale. He throws an arm over the backrest like it’s nothing, then hooks two fingers under your chin and pulls you in like it’s everything. The first kiss is unhurried—steady, warm—his mouth slotting over yours until the noise from the show fades. His hand finds your waist, tugs you across the cushions until your knees bump his thigh. The second kiss lands deeper, breath catching, his thumb pressing under your jaw to angle you where he wants you. Heat pools low when he leans forward and you fall back into the cushions, his body following, the couch dipping under both of you. He breaks away just enough to look at your mouth, chest rising, then goes back in harder, lips parting yours, one palm sliding beneath your shirt to splay heat over your stomach. The sound you make has him smile against your mouth. “Knew you’d taste better than anything on TV,” he says, voice rough, and he kisses you again like he’s been waiting all day to prove it.

Jihoon

The practice room is empty except for the low thud of a bass line you forgot to turn off. Jihoon kills the track, but he doesn’t move away from the mirror. He crooks a finger and you step into his space, your reflection framed between his shoulders. His hands settle at your hips, thumbs pressing slow circles through your hoodie. The kiss starts soft, careful like a count-in, then deepens on beat two—his mouth opening over yours as he backs you closer to the glass. You feel the cool mirror at your shoulder blades, his body heat everywhere else. He tips your chin up, eyes flicking to your reflection as he kisses you again, longer this time, like he wants to watch the way you melt for him. When your fingers fist in his shirt he breathes out sharply, grip tightening to pull you flush. “Stay with me,” he says under his breath, and the next kiss is needier, less composed, a slide and catch that leaves you chasing him when he pauses. He doesn’t make you chase long. He presses you to the mirror and kisses you like the room belongs to you, the beat gone but the rhythm still in his hands.

Yoshi

The balcony is quiet except for the city breathing below. Night air brushes your skin as Yoshi steps close, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a focus that makes your stomach dip. He doesn’t rush. One palm braces on the railing beside your hip, the other skims your side before settling at your waist. He leans in slow enough to feel your breath hitch, then kisses you like the first sip of something warm—gentle, deliberate, a promise. The second pass steals your balance. He tilts his head, mouth coaxing yours open, fingers flexing at your waist as if he’s testing how much of you he can pull closer. You clutch at his hoodie and he smiles against your lips, a quiet sound that edges the kiss hotter. When you shiver, he shifts, angling his body to block the wind, deepening the kiss until warmth blooms through your chest and down your spine. He pulls back a fraction, eyes low and steady, thumb sweeping your cheekbone once. “Cold?” he asks, though he can feel your heat. You shake your head and he answers with another kiss, slower, deeper, keeping you tucked to him until the city disappears.

Junkyu

The studio couch isn’t big enough for the way Junkyu drags you into his space, but he makes it work. He drops beside you, kicks your knee open with his, and tugs you by the wrist until you’re straddling one thigh. The track on the speakers is turned down low, a steady pulse that matches the press of his mouth when he kisses you. It’s easy at first—familiar, sweet—until your fingers slide into his hair and he exhales like that’s all he needed. The kiss turns hungry fast, his hand spanning your lower back to rock you closer, the other cupping your jaw to keep you exactly where he wants you. Heat sparks when he deepens it again, tongue teasing yours, the bassline rolling under everything. He breaks just enough to breathe, eyes darting to your lips, then he bites lightly at your bottom one and swallows the sound you make. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice low, and he proves it by pulling you tighter, guiding your hips with a slow press that has your thoughts scattering. The couch creaks softly. The music blurs. He kisses you like there’s no song in the room but the one you’re both making.

Jaehyuk

𐙚 “Think fast, I’m a random girl” with Treasure 𐙚

Request

Genre: Flufffff

Hyunsuk -

He’s standing in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves shoved up, a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, humming something under his breath while stirring instant ramen like he’s making a five-star meal.

You creep up behind him, arms crossed, your voice light and casual.

“Think fast,” you say, “I’m a random girl.”

He stops stirring. Doesn’t turn around right away.

You see the way his head tilts a little, processing. Then he slowly sets the bowl down, turns, and leans back against the counter with that unreadable face he gets when he’s being serious.

“Nah,” he says simply. “I’d never fall for that.”

You blink. “Why not?”

His eyes flick over you like he’s about to say something stupid, but what comes out is unexpectedly soft.

“Because I only flirt with the girl I’m in love with.”

The room goes quiet for a second. You weren’t expecting him to take it that seriously — but he does. He’s still looking at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like your little game didn’t even rattle him.

Then a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“But…” he adds, taking a lazy step forward, “if you really wanna pretend…”

His hand slides around your waist, and he leans in close enough for his breath to brush your skin.

“I can still make you fall for me again.”

And suddenly, you’re the one who forgot this was supposed to be a test.

Jihoon -

He’s mid-scroll on the couch, zoned in on his phone with one leg bouncing and an open bag of chips tucked between his knees. One AirPod’s in. He doesn’t even notice you walk in.

Which makes it even better.

You clear your throat dramatically, hands on your hips.

“Think fast,” you say with a smirk, “I’m a random girl.”

His head snaps up so fast you hear his neck crack. He stares at you like you just told him the house was on fire.

“YOU’RE WHAT?!”

You take a slow step toward him, raising your voice a little, sweet and fake:

“I said—think fast, I’m a random girl.”

Jihoon immediately launches a couch pillow at you like it’s self-defense. “GET AWAY FROM ME, STRANGER!” he shouts. “I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S SCARY AS HELL!”

You’re wheezing by the time he dives across the couch like you’ve cursed him. One sock flies off in the process.

“I KNEW YOU WERE PLANNING SOMETHING!” he yells from behind a throw blanket. “I SAW THE TIKTOKS! I’M NOT FALLING FOR IT. I VALUE MY LIFE.”

You’re doubled over laughing, trying to breathe. He peeks out from behind the pillow fort he just built.

“…Wait. You are her, right?”

“I am her, Jihoon.”

He glares. “Don’t do that. My soul literally left my body. I thought I was about to get stabbed on live TV.”

You toss a chip at him. He catches it with his mouth and says, “Still passed though.”

Debatable.

Yoshi -

You find him in his usual spot on the edge of the bed, headphones around his neck, sketchbook balanced on one knee while he’s zoning in on some little scribble you’re probably not allowed to see yet.

He doesn’t notice you come in. Doesn’t even look up when you move closer.

You clear your throat. “Think fast,” you say smoothly, “I’m a random girl.”

He pauses for a split second—like, exactly one beat—then flips the page of his sketchbook without so much as a glance your way.

“Okay,” he says flatly, “then leave.”

You blink. “What?”

“You’re a random girl,” he says again, still not looking up. “And my girlfriend doesn’t let random girls sit on her bed.”

You stare at him in stunned silence while he keeps drawing like he just reported someone to HR. Calm. Cold. Unbothered.

You finally drop the act, huffing, “Yoshi. It’s me.”

He finally glances up—expression softening only a little—and shrugs.

“I know. But that was a test, right?”

You nod slowly.

He turns another page in his sketchbook and mutters, “Passed with flying colors. And I didn’t even stop shading.”

You can’t decide if you’re impressed… or slightly afraid.

Junkyu -

He’s on the floor in the living room, curled up in a hoodie that’s swallowing him whole, legs stretched out, and your shared snack stash spread out like a picnic. He’s halfway through a bag of gummies, laser-focused on a cartoon playing on TV, completely zoned out.

You walk over casually, hovering in front of him like a stranger at a bus stop.

“Think fast,” you say lightly, “I’m a random girl.”

He looks up at you.

Blanks.

Blinks.

Then… smiles?

“Oh… hi?”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for more, but he just kind of stares at you like he’s trying to remember if he knows you from middle school or something.

And then—out of nowhere—he leans up and pecks your cheek.

“Wait—what?” you say, laughing. “You kissed a random girl?”

He immediately freezes. Like, full body lock-up. His soul might’ve left his body.

“…Wait. WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“I said, ‘Think fast, I’m a random girl.’”

“Oh my god,” he breathes, backing away like he just committed a crime. “No. Wait. Hold on. That doesn’t count. You—you tricked me.”

“You kissed me.”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE YOU!!” he panics, pulling his hood over his head like it’ll protect him. “I didn’t hear the first part! You—your voice—sounded so familiar!”

You’re crying from laughing at this point, while he flops onto the carpet and dramatically groans into a pillow.

“I’m a good boyfriend,” he whines. “I swear. I just have slow ears.”

Jaehyuk -

He’s in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, trying to figure out how to cut a mango without butchering it completely. You hear him humming to himself, soft and off-key, clearly proud of his little fruit-cutting mission.

You lean on the counter, watching him for a second before striking.

“Think fast,” you say sweetly. “I’m a random girl.”

His head pops up instantly, eyes bright, knife still in hand.

“Oh hey,” he says without missing a beat, “you’re really pretty. Do you want some mango?”

You blink.

He smiles. It’s big. It’s sincere. Like you’re actually some girl he just met.

“I’m Jaehyuk, by the way.”

You cross your arms. “You’re offering fruit to a random girl?”

“Yeah?” he says, tilting his head. “Sharing food is good manners.”

“…Babe.”

His whole face drops.

“Wait—BABE?!”

You just stare. He slowly lowers the mango like it betrayed him.

“NO. WAIT. YOU WERE PRETENDING?!”

“I said, ‘Think fast, I’m a random girl.’”

“I thought you were just being cute!” he cries, hands in his hair. “Oh my god. I flirted with a fake girl. I fed her. I smiled. I gave her mango. I’m a monster.”

You’re laughing so hard you have to sit down.

He brings you a mango slice anyway and mumbles, “This is an apology snack. Please don’t break up with me.”

Asahi -

He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor with his laptop open, headphones half on, and a digital art file glowing on the screen. Focused. Zoned in. Vibes immaculate.

You tiptoe in, clearing your throat with fake confidence.

“Asahi,” you say, voice sweet and smooth, “think fast. I’m a random girl.”

He doesn’t even blink.

He just slowly turns his head to look at you, expression blank. Then:

“…Okay?”

You pause. “That’s it?”

He shrugs. “What do you want me to do? Scream?”

You step closer. “I’m a random girl, Sahi. You don’t know me. I could be trying to flirt.”

He stares at you.

Long pause.

“…Why would you say that in your own voice, wearing your own hoodie?” he asks, completely serious. “You smell like my shampoo.”

You blink. “That’s… not the point.”

He tilts his head like you just failed the test.

“You walked into our apartment. Unlocked the door. Said your full sentence in perfect Korean. And you’re wearing my socks.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

He nods slowly, turning back to his laptop. “Exactly.”

You sigh, collapsing onto the couch while he calmly returns to editing like you didn’t just get reverse tested.

From across the room, he calls out, “You wanna pretend next time, use a different shampoo.”

Doyoung -

He’s in the corner of the room folding laundry, doing that thing where he folds each shirt with way too much precision like he’s building a house. His phone is playing music on low, and his brow is furrowed like someone gave him bonus points for being neat.

You lean in the doorway, watching for the perfect moment.

“Think fast,” you say casually, “I’m a random girl.”

He freezes mid-fold.

Like, mid-shirt-in-the-air freeze.

He slowly turns to you with the most offended expression you’ve ever seen.

“A random what?”

“A random girl,” you repeat, trying not to laugh. “You don’t know me. I just walked up to you.”

He blinks.

Then points to the folded laundry. “Do you know how in love someone has to be to fold someone else’s pajama pants like this?”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you wouldn’t flirt with me?”

“No.”

“Even if I looked this cute?”

He looks you up and down.

“Especially if you look this cute,” he says, crossing his arms. “You’re the exact type I’d avoid. Too pretty. Dangerous.”

You snort. “So you’d run away?”

“I’d sprint. And text my girlfriend while running. With proof.”

You just stare.

Then he tilts his head and adds, “And if I didn’t know you? You’d still fail the test.”

“…How?”

“Because strangers don’t know my laundry routine.”

You realize he’s dead serious.

You also realize you definitely just got passed with honors.

Haruto -

You catch him standing in the hallway, hoodie draped over his shoulders, phone in hand, lazily waiting for something to load. He’s leaning against the wall like it’s a photoshoot and he’s the model they overpaid for — all nonchalant, long legs, and too much attitude for someone doing absolutely nothing.

You stroll up to him, pretending not to know him.

“Think fast,” you say with a playful smirk. “I’m a random girl.”

He doesn’t even flinch. Just slowly turns his head, eyes dropping to your lips like this is not his first fake-flirty encounter.

He tucks his phone into his hoodie pocket and says, flat and casual,

“Alright. What’s your name?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He steps a little closer. “I mean… you’re a random girl, right? I don’t know your name. So tell me.”

“…What?”

He leans in, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “You’re lucky I’m taken.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he’s already walking away with a smirk like he set the trap and you fell in it.

“You failed,” you call after him.

“Nope,” he says without turning around. “I acted. You reacted. That’s a pass in my book.”

You just stand there, confused and lowkey flustered, trying to remember who was supposed to be testing who.

Jeongwoo -

He’s in the middle of dancing in front of the TV — not for content, not for practice, just for vibes. Hair flopping, socks sliding, full concert mode in the living room. You watch him for a second from the doorway, barely holding in your laughter.

Then you put on your most casual, nonchalant voice and step into the room.

“Think fast,” you call out, “I’m a random girl.”

He freezes mid-move like someone hit the pause button. Literally one arm in the air, one sock half-off, jaw halfway open.

“…HUH?!”

“I’m a random girl,” you repeat. “You don’t know me. I just walked in.”

“OH MY GOD.”

He yells it like it’s life-threatening. Then — and you’re not even sure how he moves that fast — he jumps over the couch like a contestant in an action movie, crashes into a blanket, and hides behind it like you’re a security threat.

“STRANGER! STRANGER DANGER! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! SHE’S SHORT AND STRONG AND SHE’S WATCHING ME RIGHT NOW, I JUST KNOW IT—”

You’re crying with laughter.

“It’s me, Jeongwoo!”

He peeks over the couch, hair messy and eyes wide.

“…Wait. Really?”

You nod.

He slowly stands up, straightens his shirt, clears his throat, and tries to look serious.

“…Yeah. No. I knew that. I was acting.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He points a dramatic finger. “Test me again and I’ll scream louder.”

Junghwan -

He’s sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch, scrolling through his phone with the volume low and a snack in hand. You settle down beside him, close but casual.

You tilt your head and say, “Think fast. I’m a random girl.”

He doesn’t pause the video.

“Oh really?” he says, popping a chip into his mouth. “Then fall for me.”

You blink. “Wait, what?”

He turns to face you with a confident smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“That’s how it always goes in those dramas, right? Mysterious girl appears out of nowhere, the guy falls head over heels. Cue the music. End scene.”

You stare, trying not to smile.

He leans his head on your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“But don’t worry — you’ve always been my girlfriend. No plot twists here.”