#wonboni

PAIRINGS ↝ Ot7 엔티드림(separately) x fem reader╰∘GENRE↝ Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort ❆╰•WARNINGS↝ Mild kissing, emotional vulnerability, light mentions of stress and overwork.

『𐙚 : MARK』

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me today. Maybe this year.”

Mark had just wrapped up rehearsal, towel over his shoulder, deep in discussion with staff. When he heard your voice, his whole body froze.

“Mark?”

His head whipped around. “...Wait, what?” His eyes went wide. “Y/N?!”

You rushed into his arms and he caught you easily, spinning you slightly as he hugged you close.

“I couldn’t miss this,” you whispered, smiling. “You’ve worked so hard. I wanted to be here.”

He held your face gently, forehead resting against yours. “You seriously came all this way for me?”

You nodded, voice thick. “Always.”

He kissed you softly—slow, grateful. “You being here... it’s everything.”

『𐙚 : RENJUN』

“You should’ve told me—you almost gave me a heart attack.”

Renjun was adjusting his mic pack when he noticed you in the mirror. He blinked like a glitching character in a video game.

“...No way.”

“Hi,” you said, a little shy. “Miss me?”

He turned fast, pulling you into his arms like gravity stopped working. “What are you doing here?! You liar!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you giggled. “I figured you needed someone to remind you how amazing you are.”

He looked into your eyes, hands brushing your cheeks. “You showing up like this—it means more than you know.”

He kissed you gently, then whispered, “Please don’t leave after the show, okay?”

『𐙚 : JENO』

“You being here... it makes everything feel okay again.”

You found Jeno stretching backstage, calm and composed. That changed the moment he saw you.

“Y/N?” His voice cracked slightly. “You’re here?”

“I couldn’t stay away.”

He stepped toward you and pulled you into a tight embrace. His warmth, his cologne—it all made you feel safe.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you,” he replied, brushing your hair behind your ear. “More than I wanted to admit.”

He kissed you gently, then smiled. “Now I feel like I can breathe again.”

『𐙚 : HAECHAN』

“You just made my year.”

You didn’t even have to say anything—Haechan spotted you and immediately screamed. “NO. NO WAY. IS THIS REAL?!”

You laughed as he rushed toward you, tackling you in a bear hug. “Told you I had plans today.”

“You’re lucky I love surprises,” he said, face lighting up. “Because this is the best one ever.”

“I missed you,” you said softly.

His joking tone faded into something gentler. “I missed you more.” He kissed you, holding your waist as if anchoring himself.

“You’re not going anywhere after the show. Got it?”

『𐙚 : JAEMIN』

“Now I have to do amazing. My whole heart is in the audience.”

Jaemin was pacing backstage, nerves visible. You stepped in just as he muttered to himself.

“Hey,” you whispered.

He turned and blinked in shock. “Y/N?” He practically ran at you. “You’re real. You’re really here.”

“I had to see you. Couldn’t let you do this without your biggest fan.”

He wrapped his arms around you, lips brushing your temple. “I needed this. You came at the perfect time.”

You kissed him slowly, sweetly. “You’ve already won. Now go shine.”

『𐙚 : CHENLE』

“You always show up when I need you.”

“Y/N?!” Chenle shouted from halfway down the hall, sounding more amused than shocked.

“You weren’t supposed to be here!” he laughed, pulling you in.

“Well, I am. Surprise.”

He kissed your cheek, still smiling. “You’re trouble.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah,” he said, suddenly sincere, kissing you again—this time on the lips. “Way more than I ever say out loud.”

You rested your forehead against his. “I’m here to remind you.”

『𐙚 : JISUNG』

“You make everything feel less scary.”

Jisung turned from his phone slowly, stunned. “No... You’re here?”

You smiled. “In the flesh.”

He blinked rapidly, then stepped into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you today.”

“I couldn’t let you go through this without me,” you said. “I’m proud of you.”

He kissed you shyly, forehead against yours. “Thank you. For showing up. For always showing up.”

『•˙synopsis: Late-night calls with Seong Hwa go from casual chats to playful, flirty conversations. As your bond deepens, you both start to wonder if there's something more between you.

『∙˙pairing: Park Seong Hwa x fem reader

『•˙genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life

『•˙word count: 993

『•˙warnings: None

『•˙note: I’m back finally! 🤍

It was almost midnight when your phone buzzed, and as always, you didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was. You smiled, already anticipating the voice that would greet you on the other end.

“Hey, Seong Hwa. What’s up?”

“Just thinking about you,” he replied smoothly, and you could almost hear the teasing smile in his voice.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you felt your heart flutter. “Really? You just called to say that?”

“Nope. I called because I knew you’d fall for it,” he teased, his voice light but somehow serious underneath. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Just… waiting for your call, obviously.” You smirked, knowing it would make him laugh.

“Is that so?” he said with a chuckle, the sound of it warming you from the inside. “Well, I guess I should stop making you wait, huh?”

A comfortable silence fell between you, not awkward but just a peaceful space where you could hear his faint laughter in the background, probably from the other members who were hanging out in the dorm. Yet, in this quiet, it felt like it was just the two of you.

“So, tell me, what’s the worst part of your day?” you asked, trying to shift the conversation into something a little deeper.

“Honestly?” He dragged the word out, making you imagine the thoughtful expression on his face. “It’s when I don’t get to talk to you at night.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t usually this straightforward, and you couldn’t help but tease him back. “Aw, poor Seong Hwa. Did you miss me?”

“I do, a lot,” he admitted, and his voice softened in a way that made your stomach flutter. “Especially when I’m so busy. These calls are the only time I get to be myself. No cameras, no fans, just us.”

The words were heavier than usual, and the quiet between you both felt more intimate than ever. You almost didn’t know how to respond but wanted to keep the connection going. Instead, you tried to lighten the mood.

“Don’t get too flattered, though. I don’t just call anyone at midnight.”

“Oh, so I’m special now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Very special.” He paused for a second, his tone teasing. “But if you’re not careful, I might start thinking you enjoy my late-night calls a little too much.”

You laughed, a playful heat rushing to your cheeks. “Well, maybe I do. You’re kind of addictive, you know?”

“Good,” he replied, his voice suddenly lowering, becoming soft and warm. “Because I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, making you both pause. Your heart pounded in your chest, but before you could respond, Seong Hwa broke the silence with a chuckle.

“Okay, okay, I didn’t mean to make things too serious. Let’s talk about something less dramatic.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along. “Like what?”

“Like,” he began slowly, his voice full of mischief, “when are you going to stop pretending you’re not totally into me?”

You felt your cheeks burn instantly. “Excuse me? Pretending?”

“Come on,” he teased. “You know I can tell. The way you talk to me, the way you laugh at my dumb jokes… admit it.”

“I—” You stammered, trying to come up with a witty comeback. “Okay, fine, maybe I enjoy it. Happy now?”

“Very,” he grinned, sounding pleased with himself. “Though I think you’re a little more than ‘into’ me, don’t you think?”

The playful banter felt like it was taking on a life of its own now, and it was hard to deny that the line between friendly teasing and something deeper had begun to blur.

A few moments passed, both of you in comfortable silence before Seong Hwa spoke up again, his voice softer this time.

“You know… sometimes, I wish I could be there with you, in person. These calls are great and all, but I feel like I’m missing out on seeing your face when you say stuff like that.”

You weren’t sure what to say. There was an undeniable longing in his voice, and it mirrored your own feelings. It wasn’t just the calls anymore; it was more than that. You wanted to be there, too.

“I get it,” you said, your voice quieter now. “It’s weird, right? How we’ve been talking like this for so long, but still so far away.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, the playfulness gone from his tone. “It sucks sometimes.”

“I wish I could make it easier,” you murmured, feeling a mix of frustration and longing.

“You already make it easier, though,” he said, his words reassuring. “Just by being you.”

A soft silence fell between you, the kind that felt comfortable yet charged with something unspoken. You weren’t sure if either of you was ready to fully address the feelings growing between you, but for now, you were okay with the way things were.

“I have to go soon,” he said reluctantly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Already?” you pouted, though it was all playful. “But I was just starting to get used to this.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait for tomorrow, won’t you?” he teased, his voice light again. “Same time, same place?”

“You bet. You better not keep me waiting too long.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied with a chuckle. “Goodnight, You. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Seong Hwa.”

As the call ended, the quiet stillness of the night settled around you. But unlike before, it didn’t feel empty. The words you’d shared and the connection that had grown between you both left you feeling strangely full.

Tomorrow would come, and so would the next call—but tonight, you’d drift off to sleep with the sweet sound of his voice still echoing in your mind, and the promise of more late-night whispers yet to come.

『•˙synopsis: You and Sunghoon have always been rivals, but lately, his confidence has been growing, and so has your attraction to him. He’s started noticing the way you look at him, and before long, the line between hate and love begins to blur.

『•˙pairing: Sunghoon x female reader

『•˙genre: Enemies to Lovers, Romance

『•˙warnings: Mild language, Angst

『•˙word count: 1.0k

『•˙note: enemy Sunghoon!!?

You and Sunghoon had always been rivals. From the moment you both joined the group, there was an unspoken competition between you two. Whether it was who could perfect a dance move first, who got the better solo in practice, or who had the wittiest comebacks, everything between you two had always been a battle. His confidence seemed endless, his looks always impeccable, and his smirk—always so smug—was a constant reminder of how well he knew his effect on people.

But lately, something had shifted. You weren’t sure when it started, or how, but it was impossible to ignore anymore. Sunghoon, the same person who used to get under your skin with his teasing and perfection, was now... different. More than just the way he had always caught attention with his looks and effortless charisma, something about him had grown. There was a confidence in his steps, a certain warmth in the way he interacted with the members, and something about the way he looked at you now felt... softer.

It was confusing. You couldn’t deny that his smile had begun to make your heart race in ways you didn't want to admit. Or that the rare moments when he caught you staring, your eyes lingering a little too long, made your chest tighten with unease. You tried to ignore it, tried to chalk it up to nothing more than your own frustrations—after all, he was still your rival, wasn’t he?

But as the days passed, it became harder to dismiss. Every time you passed him in the hall or crossed paths during practice, there was a lingering tension that hadn’t been there before. The way he casually brushed against you in passing, the lingering glances, and the moments when his teasing went from playful to... something else entirely. The lines between irritation and something else started to blur. You hated how much it affected you. How every time his gaze met yours, your heart raced.

One evening, after a particularly intense rehearsal, you were exhausted—physically and emotionally. The rivalry between you and Sunghoon had been getting to you more than you wanted to admit, and you were eager to escape to your room and bury yourself in sleep. But when you entered the practice room, you froze.

There he was, leaning against the doorframe as if he had been waiting for you. The moment you saw him, something in the air shifted, and your heart skipped a beat. Sunghoon’s gaze was intense, but there was an unreadable softness to it, almost like he was studying you.

“Are you avoiding me now?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a quiet seriousness behind his words.

You narrowed your eyes, stepping further into the room, trying to push the heat rising in your cheeks away. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Are you sure about that?” He took a step forward, closing the distance between you both. His usual cocky smile was there, but it didn’t hold the same arrogance it once had. It was like there was something else—something that made your stomach do flips.

“Sunghoon…” you started, but your words caught in your throat. You tried to look away, to put some space between you, but he was too close. Too close, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

His eyes flickered to your lips for a moment, and the air around you both seemed to thicken. “You know, I’ve been noticing something,” he said softly, his voice almost like a whisper. “You’ve been looking at me differently lately. Like you want to say something... but you never do.”

Your pulse quickened. It wasn’t the first time he had teased you like this, but it felt different now. There was no mockery in his tone, no challenge. Just... curiosity. And something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m not looking at you any differently,” you said, but even as you said it, you knew it wasn’t true. Your heart was pounding, your hands slightly trembling, and there was a gnawing feeling in your chest that you couldn’t shake.

Sunghoon’s gaze softened, and for the first time, there was no smugness in it—just understanding, or maybe something more. “I think you are,” he murmured, stepping closer, until there was barely any space between you. “And I think I’ve been looking at you differently too.”

Your breath hitched. The rivalry, the sharp words, the teasing—all of it suddenly felt meaningless in the face of the tension between you two. It was all so tangled—too much history, too much resentment built up over the years. But in that moment, none of that mattered.

You wanted to say something—anything—to break the silence, to push him away. But instead, you found yourself doing the opposite. Your hand reached out, almost as if on its own accord, and his eyes flickered down at your fingers before meeting your gaze again. There was a brief hesitation, a moment where neither of you spoke, and then, Sunghoon closed the distance.

His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, like he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you kissed him back, slowly at first, as though testing the waters. It was soft, unfamiliar, but there was an undeniable spark.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Sunghoon looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice low, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t need to. The rivalry between you had crumbled in the quiet space between your breaths. Everything you had once fought for, every battle you’d waged—suddenly, it all seemed so insignificant. What had started as a rivalry had turned into something more powerful, something neither of you could ignore any longer.

And for the first time in a long while, you weren’t sure where you stood—but you knew one thing for sure: you weren’t enemies anymore.

『•˙synopsis: Ni-ki, the popular boy, forms an unexpected bond with you, the quiet girl. As they grow closer, they face the challenges of high school and their different worlds.

『•˙pairing: Nishimura Riki x female reader

『•˙genre: Romance, High School Drama, Fluff, Slow Burn

『•˙warnings: Mild language, bullying, high school drama

『•˙word count: 1.3k

『•˙note: Ni-ki would def be one of those popular kids

Ni-ki had always been the one everyone noticed. The boy who seemed to glide through school without a care in the world. His effortless charm and the way people gravitated toward him made him a fixture in the school’s social scene. He was always surrounded by friends, admired by peers, and never alone. But for all the attention he received, Ni-ki still felt like something was missing—something that couldn’t be found in the glitz and glam of popularity.

And then there was you.

You weren’t the type to stand out. Quiet, reserved, and incredibly focused on your studies, you were the girl who lived in the background, surrounded by books rather than friends. You were comfortable in your little corner of the school, hidden away from the chaos of cliques and high school drama. It was safer that way.

At first, you never gave Ni-ki much thought. He was just another popular boy, someone who seemed so out of reach from your world. You didn’t even think he knew you existed. That was until one day, during lunch in the school library.

You were sitting at your usual table, flipping through a book that had long since become your escape. Your lunch remained untouched beside you as you became engrossed in the story. It was peaceful, calm—just the way you liked it. That is, until the sound of footsteps interrupted your reading.

"Hey," a voice called out, breaking your focus. "Is this seat taken?"

You looked up, blinking in surprise. Standing in front of you was none other than Ni-ki. His familiar, confident smile made your heart skip a beat. You quickly glanced around, but the library was unusually empty, and no one seemed to be watching.

"No, I don't mind," you stammered, unsure of why he was speaking to you.

He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, his eyes casually glancing over the book in your hands. "What are you reading?" he asked, a slight tilt to his head.

You hesitated, not sure what to say. "Just... a fantasy novel," you replied, feeling awkward.

He nodded, seemingly intrigued. "Sounds interesting."

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between you two. You were waiting for him to leave—he probably just needed somewhere to sit—but then, to your surprise, he spoke again.

“I always see you here during lunch. Do you ever go to the cafeteria?”

You chuckled lightly, feeling the heat rise to your face. "Not really. I like the quiet."

“That’s cool. I’ve never really been into the cafeteria crowd either. Too loud,” Ni-ki said, his voice more relaxed now, like he had let his guard down just a little. "So, what’s the book about?"

This time, the conversation flowed more naturally. You began talking about your favorite books, and to your astonishment, Ni-ki seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying. You weren’t sure if he was just being polite, but there was something in the way he listened, the way his eyes never strayed from your face, that made you feel like he actually cared.

Over the next few days, Ni-ki started to sit with you in the library more often. At first, you thought it was just a fluke, that maybe he was bored and needed a quiet place to get away from the crowds. But soon enough, it became a regular routine. Every lunch, Ni-ki would show up, sit across from you, and ask about your books, your day, and even your thoughts on different topics. It was strange to have someone like him—someone so out of your league—care about your opinions.

One afternoon, he surprised you when he asked if you’d like to study together for the upcoming math test. “I’ve heard you’re good at this stuff,” he said with a playful smirk, “and I could use some help.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. “Wait, you want me to tutor you?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly a math genius,” he admitted. “But I’ll buy you coffee afterward, so it’s a win-win.” He raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to turn him down.

With a soft laugh, you agreed. "Fine, I’ll help you."

That study session became the first of many. Ni-ki showed up to your table in the library day after day, determined to improve his grades. But as the sessions progressed, you both started to realize that it wasn’t just about studying anymore.

There were moments when he’d glance over at you, his eyes soft and focused, as you explained a tricky concept. Or when he’d look at you with that mischievous smile, teasing you about your ability to solve problems faster than he could. You found yourself looking forward to those moments, to the way he would make you laugh or the way his presence seemed to bring warmth to your otherwise quiet world.

One day, Ni-ki showed up late to their usual study session, looking a little out of breath. "Sorry I’m late," he said with a sheepish grin. “Had some… stuff to do.”

You smiled but noticed the slight tension in his shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, though there was something in his eyes that hinted at something more. "Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a lot of drama with the guys. You know how it is."

You didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t press him. Instead, you let the conversation shift back to math. As the session continued, however, you couldn’t help but wonder what had been on his mind.

Weeks passed, and the connection between you and Ni-ki only deepened. It wasn’t just about schoolwork anymore. You started to talk about everything—family, hopes for the future, fears, and dreams. There was an ease to being around him, a comfort you hadn’t expected.

One afternoon, as you were walking out of the library together, Ni-ki suddenly stopped. You turned, puzzled, only to see him staring at the ground for a moment before he looked up at you, his expression softer than usual.

“Hey,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “I just wanted to say… thanks. For all the study sessions, the talks, and for just being... well, you.”

You blinked, unsure of how to respond, but the sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. “Of course. I’m happy to help.”

Ni-ki’s gaze held yours for a few moments, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of something more than the confident, charming guy everyone else saw. There was vulnerability there, something you hadn’t expected.

“You know,” he said, breaking the silence with a smirk, “I think I might actually be starting to look forward to these study sessions. Not just for the math, but because… well, I like spending time with you.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Ni-ki—of all people—was saying this. He was looking at you like you meant something to him.

“You do?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

He nodded, his playful grin returning. “Yeah, I do.”

From that moment, things between you and Ni-ki started to change. It wasn’t just about studying anymore. The more time you spent together, the more obvious it became that there was something deeper between you two. But even as you grew closer, there were still challenges. Ni-ki’s popularity came with its own set of pressures, and you couldn’t ignore the whispers in the halls whenever people saw you together.

But no matter what anyone said, Ni-ki made it clear: he wanted to be with you. And for the first time, you felt like you didn’t have to hide who you were.

It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was worth it. Together, you and Ni-ki would face whatever high school threw your way, learning that sometimes, the most unexpected connections were the ones that changed you forever.

∝cupid is so dumb

『•˙synopsis: even after endless of hints your best friend still can’t seem to know that you like him.

『∙˙pairing: bsf! Yang jungwon x fem reader

『•˙genre: fluff,crack,best friends to lovers,a tiny bit of angst

『•˙word count: 1.3k

『•˙warnings: jungwon is clueless,reader is kinda hurt

『•˙note: jungwon is so cute in these pics

It’s a familiar kind of agony. A slow, sweet kind of pain that begins in your chest, spreads up your throat, and lodges itself in your head like an annoying song on repeat. You, of course, know exactly what’s going on. You’ve known for months, maybe longer, and yet—despite the loud, blaring signals you've been sending—you’re still stuck in this strange, frustrating limbo.

You’re in love with your best friend, Yang Jungwon. But the worst part? He’s completely and utterly clueless.

It all started innocently enough. The two of you were just two souls thrown together by fate, surviving high school with nothing but each other. Your days were spent with inside jokes, shared glances, and too many hours of studying together. But somewhere between laughing over silly memes and walking home from school, you started noticing little things. The way Jungwon smiled at you, the way his eyes lit up whenever you spoke, the way his voice always softened when he called your name.

And that was when you knew. You were in love with him.

But there was one big problem. Jungwon, your oblivious, socially dense best friend, had absolutely no idea.

At first, you tried to convince yourself that he might just be shy. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. So, you dropped hints—big ones, small ones, subtle ones, and blatant ones—but it was as though you were speaking in a language he couldn’t understand.

---

It was a typical afternoon when the latest disaster occurred. You and Jungwon were sitting in your favorite spot at the local café, slouched over a pair of textbooks. You weren’t really studying, though; you were too busy focusing on the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped the table, how his messy hair framed his face perfectly, and how his lips... Oh, his lips.

You couldn’t help but stare. Maybe you could’ve sworn you were being subtle about it, but honestly, your heart was in your throat, and your stomach was doing flips.

"Hey," you said, your voice slightly wobbly. "Do you think we’d look good together?" You immediately winced at your own words. Was that too forward?

Jungwon didn’t even look up. Instead, he continued scribbling on his notebook, his brow furrowing in concentration.

“Look good together… like, as study partners?” he asked, looking so genuinely confused you almost choked on your own breath.

You blinked. Was that seriously his response? "No," you said, trying to keep your voice calm. "Like… together. As a couple."

Jungwon paused. For a moment, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. Then, with all the seriousness of a boy trying to solve a math problem, he scratched his head.

"I don’t know. I mean, we’d probably make a pretty good team, right?" He laughed awkwardly, as if the very idea of the two of you being together was as natural as teaming up for a project.

Your heart plummeted.

"Yeah, we would," you said with a strained smile, hoping he didn’t see the hurt in your eyes.

He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

---

Later that evening, as you walked home together, you couldn’t help but feel defeated. Jungwon was humming something, happily oblivious to your inner turmoil. You wanted to scream at him, ask him why he couldn’t just *get it*, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk losing your friendship. Not when the thought of him in any other capacity was so far out of reach.

You were just... stuck.

“I don’t get it,” you muttered under your breath, almost too quietly for him to hear.

“What’s that?” Jungwon asked, not even turning to look at you.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“Come on, you can tell me,” he said with that warm smile of his, the one that always made your heart do somersaults. “You know I’m always here to listen.”

It took everything in you not to spill your feelings right then and there. You could already picture it—his confusion, his awkward silence, the way he would likely laugh it off like some joke. So, instead, you let out a bitter laugh and gave him a small, nonchalant wave.

“Just thinking about how ridiculous I am sometimes.”

“Hey, stop that.” Jungwon nudged your shoulder with his. “You’re not ridiculous.”

You stared straight ahead, not daring to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, but it was painfully telling.

---

A week passed, and Jungwon’s cluelessness only grew more pronounced. In fact, you were beginning to wonder if he was living in a different dimension entirely. There was one instance where you thought for sure he would catch on.

You were walking home from school together again, and the air was getting colder. Your hands were frozen in your pockets, and you decided to try one more last-ditch effort.

“Jungwon,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady, “What would you do if someone confessed to you?”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Like... a confession confession?”

“Yeah,” you said, playing it cool. “Like, if someone told you they liked you, what would you do?”

He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I don’t know... depends on who it is, I guess.”

Your stomach flipped. You could feel your heartbeat rising. This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for.

You pushed yourself to ask, “What if it was... someone you really liked?”

Jungwon blinked at you, then let out a small, nervous laugh. “I’d probably ask them if they were sure, and if they were, then… I guess I’d go for it?” He gave you a confused smile. “Why do you ask?”

Your heart sank. “Oh, no reason.”

---

Finally, one evening, as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, Netflix playing in the background but neither of you paying attention, you decided to confront it head-on. You were tired of playing this foolish game. Tired of wondering, *What if?*

“Jungwon,” you said, voice small but determined. “I have to tell you something.”

He paused the video, turning to face you with a look of concern in his eyes. “What is it?”

You bit your lip. This was it. You had to say it. You had to say the words that had been swirling in your heart for so long.

“I like you,” you whispered, hoping the weight of the confession would finally force him to see what had been right in front of him the whole time.

Jungwon blinked, his eyes widening as though he hadn’t expected this at all. Then, without skipping a beat, he smiled that ridiculous, adorable smile of his and said, “Of course you do! You’re my best friend. I like you too. We’ve been friends forever!”

You froze. “No, no, Jungwon. I mean I like *like* you. Like, in a way more than friends.”

For a moment, he stared at you, utterly dumbfounded. Then the gears in his brain started to turn. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again.

“Wait… like, *that* kind of like?” he stammered, his face now flushed pink.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and hope. “Yeah. That kind of like.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened further, and then—finally, after what felt like an eternity—he grinned, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.

“Wait, so... this whole time? When you kept dropping hints... you were serious?” He burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought you were just messing with me!”

“Jungwon!” you groaned, face burning. “You’re impossible!”

But Jungwon only chuckled and scooted closer to you, his expression softening into something much more tender. “I guess I’m kind of an idiot,” he admitted, “But... I think I like you, too.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.” He smiled, his usual playful demeanor now replaced by something far more sincere. “Guess we’re both fools for love, huh?”

And just like that, the game was over.

And you, for the first time in what felt like forever, could finally breathe.

『•˙synopsis: dating probably the most handsome man came with some obstacles here in there, insecurity being one of them.

『∙˙pairing: non idol! lee heeseung x insecure! fem reader

『•˙genre: fluff,a bit of angst,comfort,happy ending

『•˙warnings: mentions of a pet name’s, insecurities mentioned,

『•˙word count: 1.1k

『•˙note: y’all sum bout heeseung

You never thought you’d be here—sitting on the couch in your living room, feet tucked under a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder. The man beside you, Lee Heeseung, is, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’s not a celebrity, not an idol (thankfully, you think), but there’s something about him—his smile, his eyes, his laugh—that has you feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

But sometimes, the world around him makes you feel… small. Heeseung had always been naturally charismatic, with the kind of looks that could turn heads wherever he went. And you? Well, you were just you. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, there were days when the insecurity crept in, like a heavy cloud threatening to dampen everything.

"You're just so… perfect," you whispered one evening, your voice tinged with doubt. Heeseung was sitting next to you, scrolling through his phone, likely reading the thousands of messages and comments that fans left for him every day. They loved him—adored him. And sometimes, when you saw how easily they showered him with praise, you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d even look at you.

His fingers stopped scrolling, and his gaze immediately landed on you, sensing the tone in your voice. "What do you mean, baby?" He had that soft way of calling you "baby" that always made your heart flutter. But tonight, it didn’t feel as reassuring as it usually did. It felt heavy, the uncertainty gnawing at you.

You shrugged, trying to shake off the thoughts but failing miserably. "I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough. I mean… you’re so, well, perfect and I’m just… me."

Heeseung tilted his head, a little confused, but his expression quickly softened with understanding. He placed his phone down, focusing entirely on you. "Babe," he said, his voice steady, as though trying to anchor you in this moment, "you’re more than enough. You’re more than everything I could ever ask for."

But your insecurities were stubborn. "But Heeseung, look at you. You’re always getting attention. People love you, admire you, and I’m just…" You paused, unsure how to even finish the sentence.

Heeseung gently cupped your face, lifting your chin so that your eyes met his. His gaze was warm, sincere, and there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he looked at you, as though you were the most precious thing in his life. "And that’s why I love you. Because you don’t need to be anything other than you." His thumb brushed across your cheek. "I’m not perfect, and neither are you. But together, we make something pretty damn special."

"But… it’s hard," you admitted quietly, feeling the weight of the comparison you couldn’t shake. "Sometimes, I just feel like I’m not worthy of you."

Heeseung let out a soft sigh, pulling you closer so that you were nestled against his chest. "Listen to me, my little marshmallow," he said, and you couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous pet name, but it warmed your heart. "You are more than enough for me. You’re perfect the way you are, and that’s exactly why I’m here with you. Not because of some image the world has of me, but because I see you—and I love every little thing about you."

You shifted slightly, still feeling unsure, but the weight of his words was beginning to lift the burden you carried. Heeseung always had a way of making things feel lighter, even when they were heavy.

"You're the one who makes my world brighter," he continued, his voice softer now, but still full of conviction. "I’m with you because you make me happy. Not because of your looks, or your achievements, or anything like that. I’m with you because you are you—and that's everything to me."

You leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace feeling like a safe space from the whirlwind of insecurities in your mind. "But I’m not perfect," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Heeseung chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Of course, you’re not perfect. But neither am I. And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that. I love you for your quirks, for your flaws, for your silly little habits. I love the way you laugh, the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. I love everything about you, even when you’re being your clumsy little self."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his affection sink into your chest. Heeseung always knew how to make you feel like you were the most important person in the room. "Clumsy little self, huh?" you teased, nudging him playfully.

He grinned, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischief. "Yep. And I love that about you. You’re my perfect mess."

You laughed, a genuine sound that felt so freeing. And for the first time in a while, you realized how true his words were. You didn’t need to be perfect to be loved. In Heeseung’s eyes, you were already everything he could ever want.

The next few weeks were a journey, but Heeseung remained by your side, constantly reassuring you of his love. He would send you sweet texts, always ending with little pet names like cutie-pie, sugarplum, and baby bear. The way he would call you those silly names, teasing you playfully but always with so much affection, made you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

One evening, after a long day, you found yourself in his arms again, the warmth of his presence washing over you. "Heeseung," you whispered, "do you really think I’m perfect?"

He smiled down at you, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be you. And that’s more than enough."

And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you realized just how true those words were. In Heeseung’s eyes, you didn’t need to change anything. You were already perfect to him—imperfectly perfect, and that was all that mattered.

From that day forward, you still had moments of doubt, moments when insecurity tried to sneak in. But Heeseung was always there, reminding you with his soft words and affection that you were enough. And in his love, you found the confidence to believe it yourself.

In the end, it wasn’t about being perfect—it was about being loved just as you were. And that love, in all its imperfect, beautiful, and warm glory, was enough to fill your heart with happiness every single day.

01. “WHY IS HE HERE?

The classroom was loud before first period started, students talking over each other while waiting for the teacher to arrive. Hajun sat near the window with one earbud in, scrolling through her phone and ignoring everybody around her. A few minutes later, the classroom door suddenly opened, immediately making the room quieter. Martin walked in late with his bag hanging off one shoulder, looking completely unbothered by the stares and whispers following him. The teacher looked exhausted already before pointing toward the only empty seat left in the room—right beside Hajun.

Martin dropped into the chair next to her and leaned back casually, glancing over for a second before noticing her earphones in. He hesitated for a moment before leaning slightly toward her.

“Psst, hey.”

Hajun heard him perfectly, but ignored him on purpose.

Martin looked at her for another second.

“Hey.”

Still nothing.

Assuming she genuinely couldn’t hear him, Martin lightly tapped her shoulder.

Hajun immediately looked at him with visible annoyance.

“What.”

Martin held his hand out slightly.

“You got a pencil?”

Hajun stared at him in disgust for a second before responding.

“Get your own.”

Martin blinked.

“…damn.”

He let out a small laugh before leaning back in his chair.

“What’s your deal?”

Hajun looked away from him and went back to her phone.

“I don’t talk to people like you.”

Martin frowned slightly.

“People like me?”

No answer.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hajun ignored him completely after that, acting like he wasn’t even sitting there. Martin kept glancing over at her throughout class while she refused to acknowledge him no matter what he said. Every time he tried asking something else, she either ignored him or gave him the shortest responses imaginable. By the end of class, Martin still didn’t even know her name.

The second the bell rang, Hajun immediately stood up and grabbed her bag before quickly leaving the classroom without another word. Martin watched her walk out before quietly muttering to himself—

“What the hell is her problem?”

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚WASSUP + IT GIRL ONLY: PROFILES

IT GIRL ONLY Profiles + descriptions

🐈‍⬛ HANJUN (@luvhajun) is the leader of the group and martin’s biggest opp. she judges everybody silently and acts like she doesn’t care, but somehow always ends up involved in the drama anyway. probably typing “be serious” in the gc rn.

🌷 WONHEE (@pinkwon) is the fake innocent one of the group. she acts sweet but knows literally everybody’s business and WILL expose you for entertainment.

🩵 YOONCHAE (@angelchae) is the quieter one of the group and usually just watches the drama instead of joining it. she’s calm around most people, but once she’s with her friends she gets way louder, laughs at literally everything, and somehow always ends up saying the funniest thing in the gc.

🫧 EUNCHAE (@chaeniefiles) is the moodmaker of the group and hajun’s personal instigator. she loves teasing people, starting chaos, and embarrassing her friends in public for laughs.

🌸GEHLEE (@leeified) never stops talking but somehow never gets tired. she notices EVERYTHING and lowkey lives for watching people embarrass themselves. Don’t let her catch you saying unicorns aren’t real 🫵.

✧ LEESEO (@leeseolurv) is the youngest-feeling one of the group and the definition of chaotic. she’s always recording something, posting drama, or making situations worse by accident 😭.

WASSUP Profiles + descriptions

🖤 MARTIN (@ih8skool) is the school’s biggest problem and somehow proud of it. he skips class, argues with teachers like it’s a sport, and thinks hajun hating him is the funniest thing ever 😭.

⚡ JAMES (@teatime) is loud, reckless, and always making bad ideas sound good. if there’s chaos happening at school, he was probably involved somehow. He still claims himself as the “most responsible” one 💀.

🎧 JUHOON (@blockedeveryone) is the calmest one in the group and the only person who can somewhat control martin. he looks responsible until he starts laughing at the dumbest things imaginable.

🕶️ SEONGHYEON (@oopsmybadlol) acts like he doesn’t care about anything, but somehow always knows everybody’s business. professional side-eyer and full-time hater.

☠️ KEONHO (@cantevenlie) is the definition of menace energy. he loves making situations worse on purpose and disappears the second adults get involved 😭.

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