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So I saw this post and this post and it really made me wanna make a Riki fwb fic where you guys are drunk (I know the vibes aren’t really the same I just wanted to put my spin on it)

Pair: Nishimura Riki x reader

Warnings: p in v, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, mentions of weed and smoking, implied drunk driving, swearing, kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, exhibitionism mention,

Probably missed a lot of stuff but I don’t gaf so

Word count: 2K (I think???)

Basically porn with no plot

Not proofread

The club was packed, the bass thumping in your chest. You and your friends had been dancing for hours, shot after shot making everything fuzzy and fun. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the relentless beat of the music

You really needed this after another week of school left you feeling drained.

Riki hadn't texted all night, which honestly wasn't unusual for your complicated situation.

See, you and Riki are in a weird gray zone. You guys share the same friend group and hangout all the time, but every now and then, the two of you end up naked in bed together.

And the sex is really good.

Neither of you has ever put a label on whatever this is. There are no late-night “what are we?” conversations or expectations attached. No one else knows about it either. It just stays between you guys. When you’re with everyone else, you act like friends. When you’re alone, things get a little more complicated. And somehow, that’s just become normal.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You were supposed to be having fun, dancing with your friends and enjoying yourself, not checking your phone every few minutes to see if Riki had finally replied. Not wondering why your messages were still sitting on read or what Riki would do if he saw you in those little shorts you’re wearing.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him today, either. Earlier, he’d been off talking to Jake while you stayed with everyone else. The two of you hadn’t exchanged a single word.

The only time he’d acknowledged you was on his way past, when his hand found your waist for the briefest second—a casual squeeze before he kept walking like it meant nothing.

It should’ve been forgettable. Just another one of those absentminded touches he’d probably never think twice about.

So why had it stayed with you for the rest of the night?

He’s addictive, the kind that sticks to you and won’t let go. You’ll always come back for more, and it’s not even just for the sex—though that’s a massive part of it.

You'd stay away if he wasn't so damn charming when he wants to be. If he didn't give you those half-ass apologies for being an jerk where you’d forgive him everytime. If he didn't make you feel so fucking good in bed. If you didn’t have a slight crush on him that you know would never work out with how he is. But those good moments make you forget about the bad ones.

And those tattoos… The dark ink winding over his skin was unmistakably Riki—effortlessly cool, impossible to ignore, and somehow always lingering in your mind long after you’d leave his place.

As the night wore on, you found yourself dancing with your friends, the alcohol flowing freely, but you still felt aware. Too aware. You walk to the bar to order another drink before suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest. "There you are," Riki's voice slurred a little in your ear, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol.

You immediately knew it was him after feeling the coldness of his rings on your waist. “Riki?”

His dark hair was a little messy, his cheeks slightly flushed, and even from where you stood, you could tell he had something to drink.

Your stomach did that annoying little flip it always seemed to do around him.

For a moment neither of you said anything.

The music thundered around you, people squeezing past on all sides, but somehow it felt like the space between you had narrowed into something private.

You waste no time pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. The kiss is messy and sloppy, your coordination off due to the alcohol. He takes control of the kiss immediately, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, holding your head in place as he kisses you back firmly. "Mmph..."

He breaks the kiss abruptly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyes are glassy and unfocused, your cheeks flushed. He lets out a soft sigh, his thumb brushing over your lips. "You're wasted," he states simply.

You give him a look, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "And you're acting like you're completely sober?" You mumble, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we're both a little drunk, Riki."

He smiles slightly, shaking his head. "And you just kissed me out of nowhere." He doesn't sound annoyed or taken aback—just amused and maybe a little fond. "You're never this bold when you're sober." His thumb brushes your lower lip again.

“You taste like weed.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into an amused smile, and he let out a quiet laugh through his nose. “Do I?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Yea,” You gave a small nod, your eyes lingering on him for a second longer than they probably should have. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight. You told Jake you were gonna be busy.”

His gaze drifted away for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The music from inside the club pulsed faintly through the walls as he shifted a little closer.

"That's because I wasn't trying to hang out with everyone."

"Then why were you here?"

For a second, he didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped forward until there was barely any space between you. The warmth of his presence was impossible to ignore, and suddenly your heart felt a little too loud in your chest.

"Riki?"

"I came looking for you."

Your breath caught.

"What?"

"I came looking for you."

This time he said it like it was obvious.

Like it shouldn't have surprised you.

The words settled heavily in your chest.

All night you'd been wondering why he wasn't texting.

Why he wasn't talking to you.

And now he was standing here admitting he'd shown up because of you.

Before you could think of a response, he leaned down slightly.

His lips brushed the side of your neck. A soft kiss that quickly turned into sucking and licking. Which was enough to send a rush of heat straight through you.

You giggle, the sound high and tipsy, and immediately arch into the kiss. You’re clearly not going to stop him right now. He smiles against your neck, kissing gently along your throat. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, unsteady and clumsy.

He continues kissing down your neck, his hands moving to your hips to keep you steady. He bites gently at the junction of your neck and shoulder, knowing it's a sensitive spot for you. You gasp, your head falling back to give him better access. He takes advantage, sucking a mark onto your skin.

"Okay Riki wait," you mumbled, coming back to your senses through the euphoric feeling of him loving on your body.

He laughed against your skin.

"What?"

"We’re in public…"

"And?"

"People can see us you know."

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

His cheeks were pink from the alcohol, but his eyes were completely focused on yours.

"I don't really care."

"Well I do. I’m not that freaked out."

"I can assure you that you are. You had zero problem letting me fuck you on Jay’s bed for 3 hours at his party and squirting all over his pillow screaming my name-”

Your cheeks flush at the memory. "Shut up. That was different. You were teasing me all night! Plus, that was one time!" You pause, biting your lip before he continues after you cut him off. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it."

You opened your mouth to argue and up moaning and quickly covering your mouth.

He was looking way too pleased with himself.

You remember that night way too vividly—Jay’s expensive sheets, the fancy pillows, the way Riki folded you in half while everyone was partying downstairs. The way he subtly touched and eye-fucked you whole time made you not wanna wait any longer and fuck him in the first place you thought of, the bedroom, Jays bedroom. And he’d taken his time ruining you.

"See?" he said.

Normally, that would've bothered you more.

Tonight, it didn't.

Maybe it was the alcohol making everything feel warm and distant. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you.

Either way, instead of moving farther, you found yourself leaning closer.

His thumb brushed against your side absentmindedly. “You wanna come to my place?” He pulls at the waistband of your shorts, “Get this off of you, yeah?”

Riki speaking to you like that in his deep voice was always such a turn on for you, your knees already feeling weak.

“Please.”

He didn’t even respond before he had already taken hold of your arm, gently guiding you toward the exit. You barely managed to keep up, your heels catching against the pavement once or twice as you stumbled after him. The cool night air hit your face the second the club doors swung shut, helping clear the slight buzz in your head.

Now, 20 minutes later, after Riki somehow drove you both safely to his penthouse, you’re in his bedroom.

You’d been here more times than you could count, enough to know where everything was without thinking. The room still looked exactly the same as when you last saw it—dark wood furniture, black accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was clean, organized, and effortlessly expensive, with the faint scent of his cologne and a cigarette still lingering in the air

Riki maneuvered you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall back onto the plush sheets with a soft bounce. He didn't give you a chance to recover, crawling over you immediately, his knees bracketing your hips as he loomed above, his dark eyes heavy with lust and alcohol.

He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body. You're responsive and eager, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He can feel how drunk you are in every touch - sloppy kisses, clumsy fingers trying to pull him closer. He grins against your mouth, taking control.

He reached out, grabbing the hem of your crop top and pulling it up roughly over your head, exposing your bare torso. His hands immediately went to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy, drunk kiss. "Missed these..."

You ride your hands down his chest stopping at the waistband of his jeans. "Missed you too," you whined, reaching for his belt. Your coordination was off from the alcohol, but your desire wasn't. You managed to get his pants open, pushing them down his hips. "Missed this dick specifically, been thinking about it all night.”

He groaned, palming himself through his boxers as your fingers brushed against him. "Fuck—" His head dropped to your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You're gonna regret saying shit like that when you're sober."

You tugged at his boxers desperately. "Not gonna regret a thing tonight. Hurry up and fuck me, Riki."

Riki groaned, his thick cock springing free. He reached down and tugged your shorts and panties off in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere across the room. "Greedy little thing," he muttered, positioning himself between your spread thighs.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Only greedy for you.”

Instead of sliding inside, he pressed the broad head of his cock directly against your slick clit, dragging it slowly up and down. The friction was almost unbearable—your wetness smearing over his tip as he teased you.

"Riki..." you whined, hips bucking upwards. Your hands gripped his shoulders.

"Not yet,"

He continued to tease your clit with his cock, slapping it gently against you before rubbing it up and down your wet folds. You could feel every ridge and vein of his length pressing against your sensitive flesh, driving you wild with need.

Your hips bucked desperately, pushing against him, begging for entry. You were practically dripping wet, your juices slicking his tip with every deliberate stroke. "Riki, please... I'm so fucking wet for you..." You arched off the bed, grinding down on his cock head, trying to force it inside.

He grabbed your hips, holding you still.

His grip was firm as you struggled beneath him, your body aching for release. He leaned down, hot breath ghosting over your neck as he watched your face fall. "No, princess," he murmured, grinding his cock head slowly against your clit again, the slickness helping him slide around your entrance without going in. "We're having fun first, right?"

He brought his thumb down, rubbing circles directly on your clit while his cock continued slapping against it, spreading your juices everywhere. The dual stimulation had you whimpering, your head tossing back against the pillows.

"Look at you," he praised, his voice dark and slurred from the alcohol. "So fucking wet. Dripping all over my cock."

"Fuck me, Riki," you moaned, your hands fisting the sheets as you begged. "Please, please, please... I need your dick inside me... I need to be fucked..." You were so desperate, you were practically crying out for it.

He grinned against your neck, liking when you begged. Without warning, he pushed his thick length inside you in one harsh thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as he bottomed out inside you. "There it is,"

"That sweet fucking pussy taking my dick so well," he muttered, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips forward again, making you whimper. He set a hard pace, his thighs slapping against your inner thighs with every thrust.

You could feel every inch of his long, thick dick moving inside you, hitting your g-spot with precision. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as he fucked you mercilessly. He was always like this when you guys had sex. Rough and messy—and you loved it.

His hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with his relentless thrusts. The combination was too much—your body tightening around him, clenching and unclenching as your orgasm began to build.

"That's it," he encouraged, leaning down to whisper harshly against your ear. "Take it. Take all of it, baby."

Your first orgasm hit suddenly—intense and overwhelming. Your inner walls spasmed around his length, clamping down hard as you cried out into his ear. "Riki—!" Your nails dug into his shoulders, causing red lines to appear where his back tattoo is. Your whole body trembles violently as you felt the waves of pleasure crash through you.

Riki felt it immediately—your pussy squeezing his dick.

He groaned loudly, burying his face into your neck as he felt you clench around him. He didn't slow down—instead, he fucked you harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate.

"That's my girl," he praised, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit even as your orgasm made you oversensitive. "Fucking milk my cock..."

His body tensed above you, his hips snapping forward one last time before he buried himself deep inside you. He held himself there, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled you up with his hot release. You could feel him emptying inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily into the silence of the room. His softening cock was still buried inside you, leaking slowly. He didn't pull out immediately—just stayed there, kissing your neck gently as you both came down from your highs.

After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of you, his softening length slipping from your pussy with a wet sound. He didn't leave you to clean yourself up—he grabbed a warm cloth from the bathroom and gently wiped away the evidence of his release from between your legs.

He pulled his pants back on, the alcohol making his movements clumsy. He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, returning with two large glasses of water. He handed one to you, his expression softer now—the drunken haze clearing slightly.

"Drink," he said, his voice less rough, more like his normal self. "You're probably dehydrated."

You sat up, taking the glass from him and drinking deeply. You set the glass down on the bedside table softly, before he speaks again. "And you should go pee," He walks over to you before hooking his arms under yours and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on your ass. “I don’t wanna fuck up your coochie health.”

“Please never say that again.”

He chuckles and kicks the bathroom door open and seats you on toilet before leaving and closing the door.

See, this is why you like Riki but know you shouldn’t say anything. You wanna see this as affection so bad but know this means nothing to him.

Riki comes back into the bathroom handing you his shirt and a pair of strawberry boxers. Now he changed into some low rise sweatpants exposing his kiss tattoo and v-line, paired with an open gray hoodie showing off his toned chest and moles on them.

You’ve memorized all the moles on his chest from all the times you’ve seen him shirtless.

You take the clothes from him, your eyes lingering on his exposed tattoos and the hint of his abs peeking out from the low rise sweatpants. You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool even though you're secretly loving the view. "Thanks,"

He leans against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you change into his clothes. The strawberry boxers hug your curves perfectly, and his shirt hangs off one shoulder. "You look good in my stuff," he says casually,

You glance up at him, blushing slightly at the compliment. You quickly look away, focusing on folding your own clothes neatly. "Shut up," you mumble, trying to hide the small smile on your face. You step past him to leave the bathroom, but not before intentionally brushing your shoulder against his chest.

He slips into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You can feel his body heat radiating towards you as he settles in close, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

"Good night, I’ll take you home tomorrow." he murmured, kissing your neck with that same soft expression before his eyes drifted shut. His breathing grew heavy—quietly snoring in a way that was almost annoying, but in the moment you just let yourself curl against him.

The room fell silent not long after, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from the night finally pulled you to sleep.

Next fic coming October 32nd

Nah I’m playing but I’m kinda (extremely) inconsistent so it might not even come out

Tags for the people who wanted to read this: @ni-kichromeheartzz @lilduckhs @yunahism @gaylawrd

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pairing :: nishimura riki x reader warnings :: maybe a bit too dialogue heavy, petnames, sick!riki, established relationship, ni-ki and reader live together, clingy!riki, hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff, very domestic, slice of life(?), implied size diff a/n :: first fic that’s not a smau who cheered… however this is not proofread,, sidenote i live for sick clingy riki👀 w/c :: 2.8k

the first thing you notice when you wake up is that the apartment is unusually quiet.

normally, by the time you’d made coffee, ni-ki would’ve already wandered into the kitchen complaining about how the smell was way too strong this early. at the very least, you’d have felt his arms tight around your waist and his lips snug against your neck as you busied yourself and tried your very hardest to feign annoyance. 

This is a request ig!!😁😁😁

I mightve made it to be too corny idk😓

includes: 1,103 words of straight fluff I think that’s it

I luvvvv me some Ni-ki 🫪

sick reader ver.

♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱𓆩^._.^𓆪♱⋆ཐི˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱

It’s rare that Ni-ki will let you do anything cutesy to or with him.

He isn’t dull; being playful isn’t out of the question; but his version of that is play fighting or playful banter.

But if you want to tickle the most ticklish person you know, you’ll just end up with your wrists pinned down and a very unamused Ni-ki firmly telling you “no”.

Or, if he’s having one of those moments where he’s rambling about you and how much he loves and appreciates you, you can’t even aww in peace because he won’t let you cup his face, much less squish his cheeks.

That’s why you’re enjoying this so much.

Who knew he’d be so…soft…just because he’s sick?

“Don’t go…stay with me.” He whined, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.

You’d already spent the entire morning with him, but you really need to leave now if you want to make it to work on time.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, promise.” You assured, gently running your hand through his hair.

Speaking gibberish into your stomach from the medication he’s taken, ni-ki refuses to let you go and thinks to convince you by nuzzling his face into your shirt.

If he were a cat, his tail would be curled around whatever part of you he could get to if it meant you’d feel forced to stay.

You can’t be mad, even if you really want to be; when are you ever going to get the chance to do this again?

“Come on…let’s go back to bed…” you sigh, keeping one hand tangled in his hair while the other pulls your phone out to call in.

Ni-ki is quick to stand up and drag you back into your room, not caring to let you get out of your work uniform before he’s pulling you into bed with him.

He waits until after you’re off the phone to ask for anything; and even then, it’s the same thing he’s asked you for all day—the one thing you’ve denied him all day.

“I want kisses…” he says softly, laying on top of you so you can’t push him away or look away and prevent him from kissing you.

“No.” You say firmly, shaking your head.

“Just one…” he whines, leaning forward only for you to stop him.

“Don’t be mean…I’m sick, you need to take care of me…” he says softly, trying to guilt you into giving him kisses.

“I’m no good to you if I get sick, which is what will happen if I kiss you.” You explain, taking the chance to cup his face.

Oh my god, he’s really letting you.

Ni-ki sighs and leans into your palm, closing his eyes for a moment.

Poor thing, he’s so warm, and his flush still hasn’t calmed down even after all the cool towels you’ve put on his forehead.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off? Aren’t you hot?” You ask, slicking his hair back for him so it wasn’t bugging him.

“If you want to see me without my shirt, you can just say that, baby…” Ni-ki teases, but he can’t even sit upright without groaning in pain from the body aches.

You roll your eyes, sitting up with him to grab some of the medication off the nightstand.

“You just took the nausea meds, right?” You ask, reading the labels to find one that might help him now.

“Nausea and for the fever.” Ni-ki corrected gently, bunching his shirt up and letting it fall to the side.

“Liar, I just replaced the one for the fever, it still has the seal.” You sigh softly, breaking the seal to take the amount you need.

“I can’t keep taking it, the pill is too big,” he complains, but he still holds his hand out for you to drop the pills into his palm.

While he does that, you notice the shirt and pick it up without really thinking about it.

It’s clean; he took a shower not that long ago and had to change it, so it’s fair game.

“There-“ he begins, straightening up only to catch you mid-shirt change.

“Good job, baby” you coo, pulling your hair out of the collar and pulling the shirt down all the way.

“I hope you know how much you really suck.” He scoffs, letting himself fall back into the bed with a small thud.

“You’ll thank me when you wake up tomorrow and you feel brand new.” You say, reaching over to rub his stomach quickly.

It was more like a pet—you didn’t think anything of it, not even because he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

But you’re much colder than he is, and it felt good enough that he wanted you to do it some more.

So just before you can pull your hand back, Ni-ki grabs your wrist and brings it back towards him.

“Keep doing that…” he says, placing your palm flat against his side.

“What?” You ask, raising a brow at him.

“Rub my tummy.” He says, scooting closer towards you so he isn’t too far but still lying on his back.

“Your tummy?” You repeat, still not doing anything he wants you to.

“Stomach, belly, abdomen, whatever.” He shrugs, guiding your hand in a circle over his bellybutton.

“Why?” You ask, taking over but remaining a little skeptical.

“It hurts.” He says simply; it’s not a lie, he does feel nauseous again, but it’s not so bad, and he just wants your hands on him.

“And rubbing it is going to help?” You ask, a little more amused when you realize he’s just messing with you.

“Yeah…definitely.” He nods, scrunching his face a little as if he were dead serious.

“Let’s see…demands kisses…asks for tummy rubs…won’t let me leave the house in peace…” you list slowly, crawling closer towards him to lay beside him.

“Are you a kitty, Nishimura Riki?” You ask, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you lay on his arm.

“Shushhh…focus…” he says softly, putting your hand on his stomach again.

“I hope you wake up tomorrow, and you remember everything you’ve said and done these last few days, and you feel the worst kind of embarrassment.” You say, getting comfortable like this while continuing to rub his stomach.

“So mean…” he pouts, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

He falls asleep rather quickly soon after this; he’ll say it’s the rubs to get more, but it was definitely the fact that he took his shirt off.

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader

summary: You come home exhausted after a horrible day at work, and your boyfriend Sunghoon immediately comforts you, takes care of you all night and stays close until you fall asleep in his arms.

content: very fluffy, established relationship, comforting, reader cries, kisses, petnames (baby), reader has a toxic work environment - lmk if i forgot something! wc: 1.7k

ʟᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ 🧸✦ this is my first fic and english isn't my first language so please understand if this isn’t perfect yet! hope you enjoy this corny first fic i wrote <3

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Ever since you started working at your new job, life had become a lot more exhausting than it used to be.

Working in an office full of people who were much older than you was already intimidating enough, but what made it worse was the constant feeling that you never truly belonged there. No matter how hard you tried, your coworkers rarely included you in conversations, and every day felt like a battle to prove that you deserved to be there.

Today had been especially difficult.

One coworker had spent the entire day making passive-aggressive comments, and somehow your boss had found yet another reason to criticize you in front of everyone. By the time your shift ended, you were mentally drained. You had spent most of the day fighting back tears, counting down the hours until you could finally go home.

The moment you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of home.

Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest while some random show played quietly on the television. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up, his expression softening immediately.

“Baby?”

You didn’t even have the energy to answer properly.

“Hi.”

Sunghoon muted the television and studied your face for a moment.

“That bad?” he asked.

Your shoulders immediately dropped.

“I’m so tired, Hoon.”

Without another word, he opened his arms and that was all it took.

You practically collapsed onto the couch beside him.

The second you settled against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you into his chest. One hand slid into your hair while the other rubbed slow circles against your back.

“Tell me everything.”

You buried your face against his hoodie and let out a quiet sigh.

Then the words just spilled out.

You told him about your coworker, about your boss, about how alone you felt, and how every morning you woke up already dreading work before the day had even begun.

Sunghoon listened quietly the entire time. He never interrupted, never looked distracted, and never once told you that you were overreacting.

He simply listened.

When your voice finally cracked, the tears you’d been holding back all day started falling. Immediately, his arms tightened around you.

“Hey, hey…” he whispered.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“It’s okay.”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’m trying so hard and it’s still not enough.”

“For them, maybe.” he murmured softly. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not enough.”

You closed your eyes as his words settled over you.

Sunghoon rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you a little closer.

“You know what I see?”

You sniffled and looked up at him slightly.

“What?”

“Someone who wakes up every morning and keeps going even when things are difficult.”

He pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“Someone who works harder than anyone I know.”

Another kiss.

“Someone who’s incredibly kind.”

His lips brushed your skin again before he smiled softly.

“And someone I love very much.”

Fresh tears filled your eyes.

“Hoon…”

“They don’t get to decide your worth, okay?” he whispered. “Some rude coworkers and a bad boss don’t get to tell you who you are.”

You felt yourself relaxing slightly in his embrace, and Sunghoon’s smile softened when he noticed.

“There’s my girl.”

A weak laugh escaped you.

“I should make dinner.”

The second you tried to sit up, his arms tightened around your waist.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hoon-” you tried to stand up but his grip tightened.

“Nope. I can cook.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie.” you said, knowing that he usually hates cooking.

He gasped dramatically.

“I’m offended.” your boyfriend said in a playful tone.

You couldn’t help laughing. “You’re terrible at cooking.”

“Okay, rude.” he answered.

“You’re literally proving my point.” you smiled at his answer.

Sunghoon pinched your side gently, making you flinch and laugh at the same time.

“Comfortable clothes. Now.”

You chuckled. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

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While Sunghoon attempted to make dinner, you changed into one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts before heading back into the kitchen.

You found him standing in front of the stove, concentrating harder than anyone should while making scrambled eggs.

Quietly, you wrapped your arms around his back from behind.

“How’s it going?” you asked him softly, smiling into his neck.

“Don’t distract me baby.”

You laughed softly. “It’s just eggs.”

“Exactly.”

“Hoon, these eggs are fighting for their lives right now.” He let out a small laugh at your comment.

You rested your chin against his shoulder, watching him work. “It smells good.”

Sunghoon smiled proudly without looking away from the pan.

“See? I’m improving.”

A few minutes later, the two of you were sitting together at the table.

The meal wasn’t fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, a few cherry tomatoes, and leftover rice and tofu from the day before. But somehow it tasted better than most restaurant meals.

Maybe because of who made it.

Sunghoon watched you carefully while you ate. When you noticed, you pointed your fork at him.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked while you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Because you’re cute.” he said smiling at your cute reaction.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is.”

“Sunghoon.”

He laughed softly, then his expression slowly softened as he looked at you.

“I just hate seeing you sad.”

Your heart squeezed at his words.

He reached across the table and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them gently.

“I love you.”

You smiled immediately.

“I love you too.”

“Good.”

“Good?”, you asked, chuckling softly.

“Just checking.”

You laughed under your breath.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

After dinner, Sunghoon insisted on washing the dishes despite your protests.

While he took care of the mess in the kitchen you settled down on the couch and scrolled through your phone but after he disappeared into the kitchen for several minutes, you went looking for him.

Before you could say anything, two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Found you.” Sunghoon said, his grip softly tightening around you.

You smiled.

“There you are.”

He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder.

“Come with me.”

He guided you toward the bathroom, still holding onto your hand. The moment the door opened, you froze.

The room was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. Warm candlelight flickered across the walls, and the bathtub was already prepared, steam gently rising from the water.

You turned toward him.

“You did all this?”

He shrugged slightly, almost shy.

“Hoon…”

He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and steady. “You deserve nice things too, you know.”

Your expression softened immediately.

“Thank you so much.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Take your time and relax.”

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After your bath, you felt lighter.

Not because your problems had disappeared, but because for the first time all day, your shoulders didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, Sunghoon was already waiting.

He looked up from his phone and smiled softly. “There she is.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him, slipping under the blankets with a quiet sigh. The moment you settled in, he reached for you almost instinctively, like it was second nature.

His arm slid around your waist.

“Comfortable?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm.”

“Good.”

But apparently that still wasn’t close enough for him.

A few seconds later, he gently pulled you back until your back was pressed fully against his chest.

You let out a quiet laugh. “Hoon.”

“What?”

“You’re squeezing me.” you laughed.

“And?”

“And I need oxygen.”

“You’ll survive.” he answered, holding you as tight as possible.

Sunghoon's voice was already getting heavier with sleep, which only made you smile. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out a quiet, content sigh.

You could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.

Being close to you like this had always come naturally to him. Holding your hand, resting his arm around you, pulling you closer without thinking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Especially after days like this.

His fingers found yours beneath the blanket and intertwined with them.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Your heart softened immediately. “For what?”

“For getting through today.” He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear. “And yesterday.” Another kiss. “And every difficult day before that.”

You closed your eyes, breathing a little slower now.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

For a while, the room fell quiet. Only your breathing and the distant city outside filled the space.

Just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, his arms tightened around you slightly.

“Still here?” you whispered.

“Mm-hm.” he hummed softly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Making sure you’re okay first.”

Your chest warmed. This place right here, in the arms of the person you loved the most, was your home. Not a place but a person.

“I’m okay.”

“Good.”

Then he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.

“Hoon…”

“Yes?”

“There’s literally no space between us.”

“Exactly.”

You laughed softly. “Clingy.”

“Only with you.”

His voice was barely above a whisper now, warm, slow, already half asleep.

You turned in his arms so you were facing him. He immediately adjusted, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting for you to do it all along.

One hand settled in your hair, the other rested firmly on your back. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles through your hoodie.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better.” you whispered.

He smiled, resting his forehead gently against yours as he slowly placed his lips onto yours.

For several minutes, he just held you like that, fingers slowly brushing through your hair, sleepy kisses and his hand occasionally rubbing your back whenever you shifted.

Every touch was steady and calm, like he was trying to remind you without words that you were safe here. That you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

Eventually, your eyes began to feel heavy and of course, he noticed immediately.

He always did.

His hand moved to your cheek, thumb brushing softly across your skin.

“Sleep, baby.”

You hummed softly. “Stay close.”

His expression softened. “Always.”

One last kiss landed on your forehead before he gently tucked your head beneath his chin.

And even as sleep slowly took over, he didn’t let go once.

With the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth wrapped around you completely, you finally drifted off together.

- ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀

synopsis: desperate to move on after a harsh break up, you move into a new apartment on the other side of the city. the only issue? you’ll have three male roommates. the other even bigger issue? you’re falling for the one who can’t seem to stand you.

warnings: (one sided) enemies to lovers, based off new girl, heeseung is nonchalant and sometimes mean for no reason, bad attempts at comedy im sorry, opposites attract, past trauma, yeonjun (txt), (yunjin) le sserafim, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon (enhypen)

roses thoughts: hello two posts in one day….. if you’ve seen new girl then you know exactly where this comes from. if you haven’t pls watch it it’s so good!

playlist: green light - lorde // actually romantic - taylor swift // house tour - sabrina carpenter // needy - ariana grande

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removing rikis makeup for him because he’s too tired to keep his eyes open — fluff

the dorm is quiet when riki finally gets home, the kind of late night quiet that settles after long schedules and bright stage lights. you can see the exhaustion on him immediately. his hoodie hangs off tired shoulders, eyeliner faintly smudged beneath sleepy eyes, glitter still catching softly on his skin. he looks so pretty, but so worn out underneath it. the second he sees you, his expression softens.

you open your arms and he comes over right away, melting into you the moment he reaches the couch. his head drops into your lap with a quiet sigh while your fingers slip into his hair automatically. “hi, baby,” you whisper. he hums softly, eyes already closing as he melts further beneath your touch. you can feel the tension leaving him little by little every time your fingers comb through his hair.

your thumb brushes beneath his eye, catching leftover shimmer. “you still have your makeup on.” you say. “too sleepy,” he murmurs. your heart softens instantly. “aw, my poor baby.” you press a soft kiss to his forehead, then another near his temple, and he exhales quietly at each one like he needs them more than air. “c’mon,” you whisper. “let me take care of you.” he follows you to the bathroom still holding your wrist, sleepy and clingy in the sweetest way.

halfway there, he leans against your shoulder for a second, warm and heavy. in the bathroom light, he looks even softer somehow. you sit him on the counter and step between his knees immediately. his hands settle around your waist while you gently wipe away his makeup, careful around his tired eyes. when his brows pinch slightly, your free hand cups his cheek at once. “i know, baby,” you soothe softly. “almost done.” he relaxes again the second he hears your voice.

you’re gentle with him the entire time. wiping away smudged eyeliner, brushing glitter from his cheeks, smoothing your thumb beneath his lashes because you know his skin gets sensitive after schedules like this. every so often, you pause just to kiss him. a kiss near his eye, another against his cheek, one pressed softly to his forehead while your fingers run through his hair. he takes every single one quietly, eyes heavy and affectionate. “you’re doing so good for me,” you whisper. his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “yeah?” you smile, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “mhm, sweetest boy ever.”

by the time you finish, he looks impossibly soft sitting there with a bare face, sleepy eyes, hair messy from your hands constantly touching him. you smooth moisturizer onto his skin gently before whispering, “all done.” he just stares at you for a second before pulling you closer by the waist, forehead resting against your chest. then he tilts his head up slightly, waiting and you kiss him immediately. slow, warm, and lingering. he sighs softly into it, one hand sliding higher up your back while the other keeps you close like he finally gets to rest now. when you pull away, he follows with two more tiny sleepy kisses before settling back against you again. “stay with me,” he murmurs quietly. you kiss his forehead one last time, fingers slipping into his hair again. “always, baby.”

Caught

Pairing - Riki nishimura x reader

Summary - Ni-ki gets caught cuddling you by Sunoo and Jungwon.

Genre - fluff

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Requests are open!<3

Ni-ki’s room is always a little colder than the rest of the dorm.

You noticed that the first time you came in here, and now it just feels normal. The lights are dim, one lamp on by his bed, everything else soft and quiet. It fits him in a weird way. Calm, but not really. Comfortable, but still a little restless underneath.

You’re lying next to him, half turned into his side, your head resting against his shoulder.

And for once, he’s not talking.

No teasing, no random comments, no trying to get a reaction out of you. Just quiet.

His arm is loosely around you, fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of your hoodie. It’s not something he’s even thinking about. Just something he does when he’s relaxed.

“You’re being suspicious,” you mumble.

He huffs softly. “How?”

“You’re quiet.”

“I can be quiet.”

“Not usually.”

He shifts slightly beside you, pulling you a little closer without making it obvious. “Maybe I just don’t feel like talking.”

You tilt your head up to look at him. “Or maybe you’re tired.”

“I’m not tired.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

You smile a little. “Okay.”

He narrows his eyes at you, but there’s no real heat behind it.

“Don’t start.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You’re about to.”

“I’m literally just lying here.”

“Exactly.”

You laugh quietly, settling back into him.

For a second, neither of you says anything.

It’s comfortable.

The kind of quiet that doesn’t feel awkward. Just easy.

His hand shifts from your sleeve to your wrist, lightly tracing over it, then back again like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

“You’re clingy today,” you say.

“I’m not clingy.”

“You are right now.”

“I’m just… here.”

“On top of me.”

“I’m not on top of you.”

“Basically.”

He scoffs, but he doesn’t move away.

If anything, his arm tightens slightly around you.

“See?” you mumble.

“Stop talking.”

“You started it.”

“No, you did.”

“You literally pulled me closer.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

You grin. “It means everything.”

He looks down at you, expression unreadable for a second.

Then, quieter, “You talk too much.”

“You like it.”

He doesn’t answer.

Which is answer enough.

You shift a little, getting more comfortable, your leg brushing against his.

He still doesn’t move away.

And for someone who usually acts like everything is a joke, he’s… still.

Soft.

It makes your chest feel weird.

Good, but weird

Then—

The door swings open.

“Ni-ki, are you—”

Sunoo’s voice cuts off mid sentence.

You both freeze.

In the doorway, Sunoo and Jungwon stand there, clearly not expecting what they just walked into.

Which is you.

Curled into Ni-ki’s side.

His arm around you.

Way closer than just friends.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Sunoo’s expression slowly changes.

“Oh.”

Jungwon blinks. “…Oh.”

Ni-ki doesn’t move.

For half a second, he just stares at them like his brain hasn’t caught up yet.

Then suddenly, he pulls his arm back like he got burned.

“What are you doing,” he says quickly, voice sharper than before.

Sunoo raises an eyebrow, already stepping further into the room. “We were going to ask if you wanted to play, but now I’m kind of more interested in this.”

“Don’t,” Ni-ki says immediately.

Jungwon leans against the doorframe, clearly entertained. “Since when do you sit this quietly with someone?”

“We weren’t doing anything,” Ni-ki replies, way too fast.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

Sunoo notices.

Of course he does.

“Oh, you definitely were,” he says, pointing between the two of you. “Look at his face.”

Ni-ki turns to you for a second, then back to them. “My face is normal.”

“It’s not,” Jungwon says.

“You’re literally red.”

“I’m not red.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

Sunoo grins, walking closer. “Nikiiiiiii, why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“You are,” Sunoo repeats, tilting his head. “This is so cute.”

“Stop calling it cute.”

“Why? You’re cuddling.”

“We are not cuddling.”

You raise an eyebrow. “We kind of are.”

Ni-ki turns to you so fast. “Whose side are you on?”

“Mine,” you say, trying not to laugh.

Sunoo claps once, delighted. “Oh this is even better.”

Jungwon nods. “We should’ve come earlier.”

Ni-ki groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Can you both just leave?”

“No,” Sunoo says immediately.

“We haven’t even asked you yet,” Jungwon adds.

“Asked what?”

“If you want to play.”

Ni-ki doesn’t even hesitate. “No.”

Sunoo gasps. “You didn’t even think about it.”

“I am thinking about it. The answer is no.”

Jungwon crosses his arms. “You always play.”

“Not today.”

“Why?”

Ni-ki opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Then gestures vaguely toward you. “I’m busy.”

The second it leaves his mouth, he freezes.

Sunoo’s smile widens slowly. “Busy?”

Jungwon lets out a quiet laugh. “With what?”

Ni-ki glares. “Can you not do this right now.”

“Do what?” Sunoo asks innocently.

“You know what.”

Sunoo glances at you, then back at him. “You’ve never said you were busy before.”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“And now you are?”

“Yes.”

“With them?”

Ni-ki’s ears are visibly red now.

“Just get out,” he says, trying to sound annoyed, but it’s not landing the way he wants.

Jungwon pushes off the doorframe, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Okay, okay. We’ll leave.”

Sunoo doesn’t move. “Wait, I have one more question.”

“No.”

“Do you like—”

“GET OUT.”

Ni-ki grabs a pillow and throws it at him.

Sunoo dodges it easily, laughing. “Okay, okay, we’re going.”

Jungwon shakes his head, smiling as he steps out. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Oh, we will.”

Sunoo backs out last, still grinning. “Have fun being busy.”

The door closes.

Silence.

For a second, Ni-ki just sits there, staring at it.

Then he exhales, dropping his head back against the wall.

“…They’re so annoying.”

You can’t hold it in anymore. You laugh.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, still smiling. “Your face was so red.”

“It was not.”

“It was.”

He turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“You told them you were busy with me.”

He freezes.

“…I didn’t mean it like that.”

You tilt your head. “Then how did you mean it?”

He looks at you.

Actually looks at you.

And for once, there’s no teasing in it.

“…I don’t know,” he mutters.

You smile a little, softer this time.

“That’s okay.”

He studies your face for a second longer, like he’s trying to figure something out.

Then, without saying anything, he shifts closer again.

His arm goes back around you.

Not hesitant this time.

Just… natural.

“You’re still staying,” he says quietly.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

You settle back into him, the room quiet again like before.

Except now it feels different.

Warmer.

And when his hand finds your sleeve again, absentmindedly playing with it like earlier, you don’t point it out this time.

Because you don’t think he’d let go now.

Even if someone walked in again.

Heeseung as a tired boyfriend is upsetting you more than you realise.

Heeseung x gf!reader — angstish with a lot of comfort because we need it

I got inspired from that one Spotify interview where they played desire or deny and when they were asked about ‘a stroll under the full moon’ Heeseung answered with deny, saying “girls… I gotta go to sleep.” He was so cheeky and cute 😆

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“Hee?” you whispered.

Silence.

Only his soft snores alongside the noise from the movie you had been watching together filled the room.

You slightly lifted your head from his chest, careful not to startle him. His hand which was previously buried in your hair and massaged your head had slipped off. “Baby?” You called out for him softly.

His snores continued, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern under your hand. Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss on his jaw. No response. You tried again by kissing the corner of his jaw, right next to his ear where you knew he was sensitive. He grunted and buried his face in his hoodie, still completely knocked out. You bit your lip to suppress a chuckle, kissing along his neck and jaw. “Baby~” you kissed his cheek, “wake up, my love. You can’t sleep here, baby.” Now you were trailing your kisses to his chin and nose, purposefully missing out on his soft, kissable lips.

His eyes fluttered, he looked at you with a dazed vision. “Hm?” Heavy eyes met yours.

"Baby, you can't sleep here, my love." You rubbed your nose against his. He didn't respond right away. His hand buried in your hair again and pulled you closer to him. You gasped softly, the strenght in your arms giving out. You fell right on his body, now completely sprawled over him. His cheek rubbed on your forehead as he pressed your face into the crook of his neck which was covered by his hoodie.

"You woke me up." He complained with a rough voice, softness seeping through when he wrapped his other arm tighter around your waist.

"I'm sorry, bambi." You kissed his hamster like cheek, the nickname you gave him melted his heart everytime. "I wish I could carry you to bed, but you're too heavy for me." Heeseung chuckled under his breath, eyelids fighting against sleep. "That would be weird...", he murmured, exhaustion never vanishing from his voice.

Cut Too Deep

Pairing: non-idol!Heeseung x younger!reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

Synopsis: When a careless sentence slips out of Heeseung’s mouth, you try to not take his words to heart. Already worn down and quietly sick, you only to end up hurt in more ways than one.

Word Count: ~1.9k+

A/N: Haiii!! I think this might be the last fic for today…but I don’t know! We’ll see. This was two separate requests from the same person, so here was the first request:

“When she falls sick in the middle of their argument??? I was thinking jay or heeseung ????

Btw your writing is literally good 😊”

I just wanted to mention (if it wasn’t clear in the fic) that Y/N is meant to be a few years younger than Heeseung. So, if Heeseung is like…24, then Y/N would be 20-21. It’s not meant to be weird, I just wanted to show that Y/N still needs some help doing things. I really hope you enjoy it!! I’m sorry if fic writing slows down over the next few days. I have classes all week. 😢

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When you wake up the first thing that catches your attention isn’t the light filtering through the curtains.

It’s the heaviness. Not painful or sharp, but there.

A dull pressure sitting behind your eyes, your limbs feeling a little slower than usual as you shift beneath the blankets. Your throat is slightly dry, your nose faintly congested, and when you blink a few times, the room takes a second longer to settle into focus.

You lie there for a moment.

“…Mm.”

It’s not bad, you tell yourself. Just a small cold. Nothing serious.

From somewhere down the hall, you hear his voice.

Muffled. Low. Focused.

Heeseung.

You don’t need to hear the words to know the tone. He’s working. Probably already in his home office, halfway into his day while you’re still tangled in sheets with half-asleep thoughts.

You push yourself up slowly, rubbing at your eyes.

It’s fine.

You’ll shake it off.

♡ 

By the time you shuffle into the kitchen a little while later, he’s exactly where you expected him to be.

Door slightly ajar.

Voice steady.

“…No, that’s not what I meant. Recheck the numbers and send it again.”

You hover in the doorway for a second, not wanting to interrupt, but also…

You glance up at the cabinet.

Top shelf.

Of course.

You hesitate, then knock lightly against the frame.

He glances up immediately. Eyes flick to you, softening just a fraction as he lifts a hand, signaling whoever he’s speaking to to hold on before muting the call.

“…Yeah?”

Your voice comes out a little quieter than usual.

“Can you grab something for me?”

A beat.

Then he pushes his chair back without complaint.

“…What is it?”

You step aside to let him pass, pointing toward the cabinet.

“That box up there. I can’t reach it.”

He hums softly, already reaching up with ease, grabbing it without effort.

“Here.”

“Thank you.”

You take it from him, fingers brushing briefly against his.

“…You okay?” he asks, almost absentmindedly, already half-turned back toward his office.

You nod quickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He studies you for a second longer…then nods once and disappears back into his office.

The door clicks softly behind him.

You stand there for a moment, box in hand, then shake your head lightly.

You’re fine.

♡ 

The second time happens later.

You shouldn’t be cooking, you know that.

Your head feels a little heavier now, movements slightly slower, and your body just a bit more tired than it should be for something this simple.

But you’re already halfway through.

And it’s something he likes.

So you keep going.

The pot is heavier than you expected. You grip the handles, trying to tilt it carefully over the sink, but your wrists strain slightly, the weight shifting awkwardly.

“…Okay, no.”

You set it back down with a soft clink.

It’s fine.

You’ll just-

You pause.

Then glance toward the hallway.

He’s still working.

You hesitate longer this time, then walk back over anyway. The door is still slightly open.

You knock softly.

He doesn’t look up immediately this time.

“…Yeah?”

His tone is different. Still calm, but shorter.

You wait until he mutes himself again.

“Can you help me pour something? It’s…kinda heavy.”

There’s a brief pause.

A quiet exhale you almost miss.

Then-

“…Okay.”

He stands again, walking past you without another word.

In the kitchen, he takes over easily.

Lifts. Tilts. Pours.

Efficient. Quick. Done in seconds.

“Thanks baby,” you murmur.

He nods once.

“…Mhm.”

And then he’s already heading back. No lingering. No extra glance.

Just gone.

You stare at the now-empty pot for a second. Your chest feels…a little tighter.

Not bad. Just-

You swallow.

You’re probably interrupting him too much.

♡ 

The third time, you almost don’t go.

You really don’t.

The watermelon sits on the counter, big and uncut, the knife beside it feeling heavier than it should when you pick it up.

You stare at it.

You know how to cut a watermelon. It’s not that hard. It’s just-

Your hands feel a little shaky, head a little fuzzy, and for some reason, the thought of doing it alone feels harder than it should. 

You sigh quietly.

“…It’s…fine.”

You’ll just ask one more time. All you need is for him to do the initial cut. That’s it. Quick.

Then you won’t bother him again.

You knock again. Softer, and a bit slower this time.

He doesn’t respond right away.

You can hear his voice through the door - mid-sentence, focused, controlled.

You wait a few seconds, and eventually he opens it himself. His phone is still in hand, finger hovering near the mute button.

“…What is it?”

Your grip tightens slightly around the knife handle.

“Can you help me cut this? It’s kinda-”

You don’t even finish.

Because something in his expression shifts.

Frustration. 

Sharp. Sudden.

And then-

“Can you just handle it yourself for once?”

It’s not a yell, but it’s loud enough. Sharp enough.

Enough to make you freeze where you stand.

The hallway goes quiet.

Your chest tightens.

“…Okay.”

Your voice is small. You nod once.

“…Sorry.”

And you turn.

You don’t wait for anything else.

♡ 

Back in the kitchen, everything feels quieter.

Heavier.

You set the knife down for a second, staring at the watermelon.

You didn’t mean to-

You press your lips together.

It’s fine. He’s busy. You shouldn’t have kept interrupting.

You pick the knife back up. 

Your hands don’t feel as steady as before, head feeling a little warmer, nose starting to stuff up more, and breathing slightly uneven as you position the blade.

“…It’s fine.”

You press down slowly, in hopes that it will be a clean cut.

But-

The knife slips slightly against the smooth surface.

You adjust your grip.

Try again.

Press harder.

And then-

It happens fast.

A slip. A sharp sting. A breath caught in your throat.

“…Ah-”

The knife drops against the counter with a dull clatter.

For a second, you just stare.

At your arm. At the thin line where red starts to well.

It takes a second for your brain to catch up.

Then-

It hurts.

A sharp, stinging pain that makes your fingers twitch slightly.

You suck in a breath.

“…Okay, okay…”

You look around like you’re expecting something to tell you what to do.

But it’s just you. 

The kitchen. 

The quiet.

Your chest tightens as your vision blurs slightly. Not from the injury, but from everything else.

The exhaustion. The headache. The way your throat tightens unexpectedly.

You step back.

Then slowly…slide down to sit against the cabinet.

Your hand presses lightly against your arm.

And then-

You start crying.

Not loud or dramatic to get others’ attention. Just…

Quiet. Shaky.

Your shoulders tremble slightly as you try to keep it in, sniffling as your already-stuffed nose makes it harder to breathe evenly.

“I’m sorry…”

You whisper it to no one.

“I didn’t mean to-”

Your voice breaks.

♡ 

In his office, Heeseung exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

The silence after you left had lingered longer than he expected. Longer than it should have.

He stares at his screen, but the numbers blur slightly.

“…Tsk.”

He didn’t mean to say it like that.

He just-

He leans back slightly, closing his eyes for a second.

Then-

He hears it.

Faint.

Barely there.

But enough.

A soft, uneven sound from down the hall.

His brows knit.

“…Y/N?”

No response.

He stands immediately. Walks out. And then-

He sees you.

On the floor, back against the cabinet, tears slipping quietly down your face, hand clutched to your arm, and…

Red.

His stomach drops.

“-What- what happened??”

He’s next to you in seconds, crouching down, hands hovering for a moment like he doesn’t know where to touch first.

Your eyes lift to him, watery, unfocused.

“I was just…”

Your voice shakes, not intending to make him feel bad, but just stating the truth.

“…doing it myself…like you said…”

That?

That realization slams into his chest harder than anything.

“I’m sorry…” you add quickly, sniffling. “I didn’t mean to bother you…”

His chest tightens painfully.

“No, hey- hey-”

His hands finally move, gently pulling yours away to see the cut.

“It’s okay, it’s okay-”

But it’s not. He knows it’s not.

Because you’re shaking. Your breathing is uneven. Your-

He reaches up without thinking, pressing his palm lightly to your forehead.

…and freezes.

“…You’re burning up.”

Your eyes flutter slightly.

“I’m okay…”

“You’re not.”

His voice is quieter now. Completely different from before.

Careful. Gentle. Filled with something heavy.

Guilt.

He helps you up slowly, one hand steady at your back, the other guiding your wrist carefully.

“Sit here.”

He eases you into a chair, moving quickly but not roughly, grabbing the first aid kit with hands that feel just slightly unsteady.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, almost under his breath as he kneels in front of you.

You blink at him.

“…It’s okay.”

“No, it’s really not.”

His voice is still soft, but firm. Focused.

He cleans the cut carefully, his touch lighter than you’ve ever felt it before. 

Every movement deliberate. Every press of the cloth gentle.

You flinch slightly.

“Sorry-”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts immediately, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean-”

He exhales slowly.

“…I shouldn’t have said that.”

You look down at your lap.

“I was bothering you…”

“You weren’t.”

“You were working and I kept-”

“You weren’t,” he repeats, quieter this time.

His thumb brushes lightly near your wrist, careful to avoid the cut.

“I was just…frustrated. That’s not your fault.”

Silence settles for a moment.

Then, softer-

“You can ask me for anything.”

Your throat tightens slightly.

“I mean that.”

By the time he finishes wrapping your arm, your head feels heavier.

Your body leans into him without you really thinking about it, and he notices immediately.

Of course he does.

“…Hey.”

His hand comes up again, brushing your hair back gently.

“When did you start feeling like this?”

You shrug slightly.

“This morning…”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal…”

He exhales quietly, something in his expression tightening.

“…It is to me.”

That makes your chest ache in a different way.

Softer.

He helps you to the bedroom, movements slower now.

More careful…like you might break if he isn’t.

“Lay down.”

You do, sinking into the mattress with a small sigh. He pulls the blanket over you, adjusting it around your shoulders before stepping back for a second.

Then coming right back.

Sitting beside you.

His hand brushes your hair again.

“…I’m really sorry.”

You blink up at him.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me.”

Your eyes sting slightly.

“I’m sorry too…”

“For what?”

“For bothering you so much…”

His brows pull together immediately.

“You weren’t bothering me.”

“But I kept interrupting-”

“And I should’ve handled it better.”

His voice is firm now.

Not harsh.

Just…certain.

“That’s on me.”

You go quiet, then nod slightly.

“…Okay.”

The room settles into something softer.

He doesn’t leave immediate, nor does he even move far.

He just stays there, adjusting the blanket again, and brushing your hair back when it falls into your face.

After a few minutes, he presses his hand to your forehead again.

Still warm.

“…Try to sleep.”

You nod, eyes already feeling heavier.

As you start to drift, you feel it. A light press against your forehead.

A kiss.

Soft. Lingering just a second longer than usual.

“…Next time,” he murmurs quietly, more to himself than to you, “don’t do things alone, okay?”

Your fingers curl slightly into the blanket.

“…Okay.”

A few moments of silence, he breaks it once more.

“I love you.”

“…I love you too.” 

…and then you drift off to sleep.

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࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Pairings - Olderbf!riki x student!gf

࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Contains - FLUFF FLUFF & FLUFF

࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 A/N - THIS WAS A REQ but tumblr decided to delete it ( ˶°ㅁ°) ! i’m working on pt 2 of almost nothing, for some reason people liked that one a lot i didn’t really think it was good but im not complaining, im trying to make this one as good as possible!! anyway enjoy :)

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olderbf!riki who always shows up to your campus “just to see you for five minutes,” but somehow those five minutes turn into him walking you to class leaning against the doorway like he belongs there

olderbf!riki who texts you “eat yet?” and when you say no he’s already on the way with takeout, acting annoyed like “you’re so bad at taking care of yourself,” but then he’s the one opening the containers and handing you the fork

olderbf!riki who lowkey loves when you rant about college drama, sitting back with his arm around you like “so you’re telling me she said that?” and you can hear the amusement in his voice, but then he zones out because he’s admiring you

olderbf!riki who waits up for you when you’re studying late, even if he has work early the next morning, and when you finally call him he answers all soft and sleepy like “you done baby?” and suddenly you don’t feel as exhausted anymore

olderbf!riki who lets you steal his hoodies but complains every single time like “you have your own clothes,” yet he’s the one pulling it over your head when you say you’re cold, adjusting it so it sits just right on you

olderbf!riki who gets a little quieter when you’re walking together at night, his hand always on your waist, guiding you closer to him without even thinking, like it’s instinct

olderbf!riki who pretends he doesn’t care about your grades but the second you say you did well he says “yeah? knew you would,” trying to play it cool but he’s literally glowing because he’s proud of you

olderbf!riki who teases you about your “college life” but secretly loves hearing about it, especially the small things, like what you ate, what your professor said, what you wore that day, he just likes being part of it

olderbf!riki who’s heart melts when you fall asleep on him, barely moving so he doesn’t wake you, brushing your hair back and mumbling to himself “so pretty…” like he can’t believe you’re his

olderbf!riki who acts like he’s so mature compared to you until you start ignoring him for school, then suddenly he’s the clingiest person alive, texting “hello???” “you forgot about me?” until you call him and he immediately switches to “yeah I was busy too, it’s whatever”

Learning Your Language

Pairing: non-affectionate!Jungwon x touchStarved!reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, touch starved reader

Synopsis: When Jungwon struggles to express affection physically, you begin to feel like you’re “too much” for him. When he mistakes your closeness with someone else as something more, everything unravels in the worst way possible.

Word Count: ~1.6k+

A/N: Hai!! I didn’t EXACTLY follow the prompt, but I hope this fulfills the request enough!! I’ve gotten a lot in my inbox so it’s very exciting having this much activity!! I hope you enjoy reading!! 🤍

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The first time you notice it, you pretend you didn’t.

It’s not that big honestly.

So small it almost feels unfair to think about.

Your hand had slipped into Jungwon’s while you were walking out of habit. Instinct. Something soft and easy. 

And for a second, it stayed.

Then he gently pulled away.

Not harsh. Not obvious. Just…gone.

You tell yourself it’s nothing.

But-

The second time, it’s your head on his shoulder while you sit on the couch.

You don’t even think about it. You just lean.

For a moment, he lets you.

Then his posture shifts.

Subtle…but enough that your head doesn’t quite fit there anymore.

You straighten up immediately, like you’ve been caught doing something wrong.

“Sorry,” you mumble, even though he didn’t say anything.

He glances at you, confused. “Hm?”

“Nothing.”

You smile.

And that’s that.

♡ 

It keeps happening.

Not dramatic. Not cruel.

Just…consistent.

Your fingers brushing his?  

He adjusts his hoodie sleeves.

Your arm looping through his? 

He gently untangles.

Your hug lingering?

He pats your back instead.

And every time, you feel it.

That quiet little sting. Not rejection. Just…

Misalignment.

You try less after a while.

Not on purpose. It just…happens.

“Hey,” Jungwon says one evening, grabbing his keys. “I’ve got to go out tonight.”

You look up from the couch. “Oh?”

“Yeah. My friend’s opening an art gallery that he’s been working on it for months. I told him I’d come.”

You nod immediately. “That’s good. You should go.”

“I might be out late,” he adds. “There’s like…a dinner thing after.”

“Okay.”

There’s a small pause.

He waits, like you might say something else.

You don’t.

Instead, you just smile. “Text me when you get there?”

“I will.”

He hesitates, just for a second, like he might come closer.

But then he just nods and leaves.

♡ 

The apartment feels quieter after he’s gone.

Not empty, but still. Until-

Ping!!

You stare at your phone for a moment before unlocking it.

Brotato Chip (sunmoo 🐮):

“come hang out with me or I’m coming to kidnap you”

You huff a soft laugh.

You:

“I’m free”

Sunoo has always been easy.

Warm in a way that never asks questions.

When he picks you up, he already has food in the passenger seat.

“You look like you haven’t eaten,” he says, handing you the bag.

“How did you know that without even seeing me?”

“I’m just a wizard.”

You grin. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

Being with him feels like breathing out. 

He grabs your hand when you cross the street without thinking.

Keeps a hand at your lower back when guiding you through crowds.

Lets you lean on him when you laugh too hard.

It’s natural. Effortless.

You don’t have to wonder if you’re doing too much.

Later, as you walk down the street, your feet start to ache.

You slow slightly.

Sunoo notices immediately.

“What?”

“My feet hurt,” you mumble, closing your eyes in annoyance.

He stops walking. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s fine-”

He turns, already crouching slightly. “Get on.”

You blink. “What?”

“Piggyback. Come on.”

“Sunoo-”

“Now.”

You sigh, but you’re smiling as you climb onto his back, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“There we go,” he says, adjusting his hold. “Much better.”

You laugh, resting your cheek against him.

“Thank you my brochaco.”

He huffs out a laugh, readjusting you one more time before beginning to walk again.

Across the street-

Jungwon stops walking with his group of friends.

He doesn’t mean to.

He just…does.

Because…there you are.

On someone else’s back. Arms wrapped around him. Laughing. Comfortable.

Close.

Something twists in his chest.

Sharp and sudden. Unfamiliar.

Who is that??

He watches a second too long.

Watches the way you lean into him.

The way your hands rest easily against his chest.

The way you don’t hesitate.

His jaw tightens.

And before he can think about it too much-

He turns away.

♡ 

By the time you get home, Jungwon is already there.

The lights are on.

Shoes by the door.

Your heart lifts slightly.

“Hey-”

“You could’ve told me.”

You pause.

He’s standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed. 

“…What?”

“I saw you.”

Your brows knit. “Saw me where?”

“With him.”

Oh.

Oh.

“…oh! That was-”

“You didn’t think to mention you were going out with someone?”

The words hit sharper than you expect. You knit your eyebrows slightly, a little confused by his sudden change in attitude. 

“I wasn’t-”

“You were literally on his back.”

Your chest tightens.

“Jungwon, let me explain-”

“You know I’m not like that,” he cuts in, frustration bleeding through now. “I don’t just- do all that stuff.”

Your expression falters.

“I know that, but-”

“It’s not easy for me,” he continues, running a hand through his hair. “You know that.”

Your voice softens. “I do know that.”

“Then why-”

He stops…but the flow of frustration doesn’t.

“And you’re just what?” he says, quieter now, but worse. “Letting some guy carry you around like that?”

Silence.

You don’t interrupt this time. You don’t defend yourself right away.

You just…look at him.

And something in your expression changes.

“I felt embarrassed,” you say softly.

He blinks.

“What?”

“Every time I reached for you,” you continue, voice steady but quiet, “I felt like I was doing something wrong.”

His breath catches.

“I thought maybe I was too much for you.”

Something in his chest drops.

Hard.

You swallow.

Then-

“…oh and by the way?” You begin, pursing your lips together. “…He’s my brother.”

The words land like a shockwave.

Jungwon freezes, eyebrows relaxing in shock.

“What?”

But you’re already stepping back.

“I’m going to bed.”

And you walk past him.

Just like that.

The door closes. Soft.

Final.

♡ 

Jungwon doesn’t move. Not at first.

Because his brain is still catching up.

Brother.

Sunoo.

Oh.

His stomach drops.

Everything rewinds. Every word he just said.

Every accusation. Every look on your face.

And then-

the piggyback scene.

It looks different now.

Not intimate. Not romantic. Just…

comfortable.

Safe. Easy.

Something twists deeper in his chest. A pang of guilt. Heavy and immediate, weighing down slowly on him.

He sinks onto the couch, pressing a hand to his face.

“Good gosh…”

Memories come back.

You reaching for him. You leaning into him.

You trying. And him-

pulling away.

Every time.

Every single time.

“…Is that why she stopped?”

The realization hits slowly as he takes his head out of his hands.

Painfully.

You didn’t stop loving him. 

You just stopped reaching.

Jungwon exhales shakily, pushing himself up as he walks toward his room. 

He has to do something. His way.

♡ 

After 15 or so minutes, he steps out of his room quietly, clutching a folded piece of cardstock. He takes a deep breath before slowly walking toward your room door.

Stops.

Hesitates.

Then eventually knocks softly.

“…Can I come in?”

No answer.

He opens the door anyway.

You’re sitting on the bed. Quiet. Still.

He doesn’t come too close.

Just stands there.

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes flick up.

He swallows.

“I didn’t know.”

A pause.

“I didn’t realize I was making you feel like that.”

You don’t say anything…but you don’t look away either.

He steps closer this time. Slowly and carefully as if you might disappear if he moves too fast.

“I thought I was just…being myself,” he admits. “I didn’t think about what you needed.”

His voice lowers.

“I didn’t think about how it would feel for you.”

Another step. Closer now.

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” he continues. “About him. About you.”

His hands fidget slightly.

“I was just…j..jealous,” he says finally, words coming out almost broken.

The word sits heavy between you.

You blink.

“…You were?”

He nods slowly, head hanging a bit low.

“I didn’t understand why you looked so comfortable with someone else.”

A pause.

“Now I do.”

Silence again, but softer this time.

Jungwon hesitates.

Then, slowly…he sits beside you.

Not touching. Just close.

“I…I made something,” he begins quietly, pulling a slightly bent card from behind him.

You look at it.

It’s handmade.

Cardstock.

A bouquet of roses carefully cut and layered on the front.

Not perfect.

Edges slightly uneven.

But…beautiful.

You take it slowly, glancing at him before looking back down and opening it.

Inside, his handwriting fills the page. Messy in places. Pressed harder in others.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you were too much. You weren’t. I just didn’t know how to meet you there.

I’m trying to learn though.

I’ll do better.

I promise.

Also, I’m sorry to Sunoo. please don’t let him beat me up.”

A small, broken laugh escapes you.

Jungwon watches your reaction carefully.

Nervous.

Uncertain.

“I know I can’t just fix it,” he says softly, playing with the end of his sleeve. “But…I want to try.”

He hesitates.

Then, very slowly, leans his head against your shoulder.

He freezes there.

Like he’s waiting to see if you’ll pull away.

You don’t.

His shoulders relax just slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper after a moment.

He lifts his head immediately. “For what?”

“For…throwing myself on you.”

His expression changes instantly.

“Don’t say that.”

You blink.

“You weren’t throwing yourself at me,” he says, voice firm now. “I just didn’t know how to catch you.”

Your breath catches.

He reaches out.

Slowly.

His fingers brushing yours.

Then…he laces them together.

A little unsure. A little tight.

But intentional…and undeniably sweet.

“I want to learn your way too,” he murmurs.

You squeeze his hand just a little, making sure this moment is really happening.

He hesitates again.

Then-

Pulls you into a slow, deliberate hug.

It’s not perfect.

A little stiff at first.

Arms unsure where to go.

But then-

He settles.

Closer.

Warmer.

And this time, he doesn’t pull away.

You relax into him carefully as if you’re both learning something new at the same time.

And for the first time, it feels like you’re finally meeting in the middle.

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See You Around?

Pairing: idol!Jake x fan!reader

Genre: Rom-com themes, fluffy, idol AU, slow burn, secret relationship 

Synopsis: A fansign interaction turns into late-night texts, secret dates, and a quiet love neither of you expected - all because of three simple words: see you around?

Word Count: ~3.6k+

A/N: Haii! Sorry again this request took a while to get to!! I finished my exam today and…yeah…umm…yeah. 🙂 I have a few more exams this week, but I should be able to squeeze a few fics where I can. I really hope you enjoy reading!! 🤍🤍

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Fansigns are loud in a quiet sort of way.

Fluorescent lights that blind you. 

Nervous laughter from the fans - and the idols.

The shuffle of albums sliding across tables. 

Jake has already signed what feels like thousand pages. He smiles easily - he always does - but after a while, everything blends together.

Then you sit down.

You don’t look like you’re about to faint. You don’t look rehearsed either. Just steady. Like you belong there but aren’t trying to take up more space than you need.

“Hai,” you say.

It’s simple. Calm.

He looks up properly.

Not idol-smile. Not automatic.

Just him.

He repeats your name softly while writing it, careful with the spelling. You laugh lightly and tell him he’s the first one to pronounce it correctly all day.

That makes him grin for real.

“What brought you here today?” he asks.

“I had a rough week,” you admit. “I figured I’d do something that makes me happy.”

There’s something about the honesty of that. Not dramatic. Not fishing for comfort. 

Just, truthful.

“I’m glad you came then,” he says quietly.

The staff signals your time is up.

You stand, adjusting your bag.

“See you around, Jake.”

Not I’ll always support you.

Not remember me.

Just that.

See you around.

He watches you walk away before he even realizes he’s doing it.

♡ 

The next fan sits down.

Jake signs.

Smiles.

Responds.

But his eyes flick up toward the line.

Just once.

Looking for you.

He doesn’t see you immediately.

He tells himself it’s nothing.

Just a nice interaction.

It happens.

But when there’s a short break, he leans toward Sunghoon slightly.

“Did you see the fan with the-” he gestures vaguely, realizing he doesn’t even know how to describe you without sounding weird.

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow. “Which one?”

Jake pauses.

He doesn’t know.

All he knows is-

He wants to see you again.

♡ 

Later that night, back at the dorm, he’s scrolling through social media.

Just casually.

He types the event tag into the search bar.

He tells himself he’s just looking at fan pictures.

That’s normal.

Totally normal.

Then-

He sees a post.

A picture from earlier.

It’s you.

From the side, mid-laugh while sitting at the table.

The caption reads:

“met jake today （＾∇＾）! he was even kinder than i imagined!”

His stomach flips.

He doesn’t even realize he’s smiling.

He clicks your profile.

It’s not a fan account.

Just…you.

Pictures of random cafés.

A dog.

A sunset.

Messy selfies with captions that aren’t trying too hard.

He lingers longer than he should.

He doesn’t like the post.

He doesn’t follow.

He just memorizes.

♡ 

A couple weeks later, concert lights blind him as he scans the crowd.

He doesn’t expect to see you again.

But he told himself it couldn’t hurt trying.

What he definitely doesn’t expect is the small sign in your hands as he spots you in the crowd:

see you around?

It takes him half a second to process.

Then he smiles.

Not wide. Not exaggerated.

Just enough for you to know.

And he nods.

You grin like you knew he would.

For the rest of the show, his eyes find you without meaning to.

On purpose.

♡ 

After the concert, VIP ticket holders line up for hi-touch, autographs, and photos.

Jake tells himself he’s calm.

He is most certainly not calm.

When you step forward, you look slightly flushed from the show but otherwise the same as before. Composed. Bright-eyed.

“You made it,” he says, like it surprises him.

“I said I would see you around,” you reply easily.

The staff guides you beside him for a quick photo.

“Can I use my phone?” you ask politely.

He nods and takes it from you.

One selfie.

Another.

Then his heart starts racing faster than it should.

He switches apps before he can overthink it.

Notes.

Types quickly.

“010-XXXX-XXXX see you around?

-Jake :)”

He locks it and hands it back like nothing happened.

You glance at him, suspicious.

“Thank you,” you say politely.

He only smiles.

You don’t open your phone there.

You walk away.

He spends the next hour wondering if he just ruined his entire career.

♡ 

Sunghoon knows something happened the second they’re back at the dorm.

Jake is pacing.

Actually pacing.

“You look guilty,” Sunghoon says flatly.

“I might be.”

“What did you do?”

Jake hesitates. Then blurts it out.

“I gave someone my number.”

Sunghoon stares.

“You what? Who?”

Before the chaos can escalate, Jungwon walks in.

Silence falls immediately.

He narrows his eyes.

“I sense…an issue. Why does it feel like I’m about to hear something stressful?”

Sunghoon points at Jake like he’s reporting a crime.

Jake explains everything. The fansign. The sign. The VIP. The way you didn’t act entitled. The way you never filmed anything. 

The way you said “see you around” like it meant something huge but didn’t demand anything in return.

Jungwon listens carefully.

When Jake finishes, the leader sighs.

“Are you serious about this?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

Jungwon studies him.

Really studies him.

After a few minutes, Jungwon finally breaks the silence. 

“Then be careful. Be respectful. And don’t treat it lightly.”

“I won’t.”

Sunghoon leans back. “Wow. He’s gone.”

Jake throws a pillow at him, slapping his arm in the process.

♡ 

You don’t text that night.

Or the next morning.

Or that afternoon.

Jake checks his phone so often Sunghoon threatens to confiscate it from him.

Then, the next evening:

Unknown number:

“Hai!! I think you opened the wrong app yesterday. (>﹏<)”

He nearly drops his phone.

Sunghoon grabs his shoulders. “Breathe.”

Jake types a response.

Then deletes it.

Tries to type another one.

And then deletes it.

And by the fourth try, Sunghoon finally snatches his phone.

“Oh? That’s embarrassing. Should I pretend that didn’t happen?”

Jake blinks. “That’s good.”

“I know.”

You reply within minutes.

“Depends. Did you mean it?”

Jake takes the phone back.

“Yeah. I did.”

There’s a pause.

Then:

“Okii. Then…see you around?”

He smiles at his screen for an embarrassingly long time that night.

♡ 

You don’t rush.

Neither does he.

You text about random things first. Favorite snacks. The worst movie you’ve ever seen. The dog he briefly saw on your account.

He sends you a photo of the sky after practice one night.

You send one back of the sunset from your neighborhood.

He notices something quickly.

You never post about him.

Not a vague caption. Not a hidden hint.

Nothing.

He mentions it once during a late-night call.

“You’re not telling anyone?”

“It’s not their business,” you say simply. “If it ever becomes something serious, I’d still want it to be ours.”

He goes quiet for a second.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“For what?”

“For not making it feel like content.”

Your laugh is warm through the speaker.

“Of course.”

That’s when he knows this isn’t just a crush.

♡ 

It’s low-key.

Hats. Masks. Late evening.

A quiet café with private booths.

When you see each other in person without a table between you, it feels different.

More real.

He’s a little nervous.

You tease him about it.

“You’re the one who wrote your number in my Notes app.”

He groans, covering his face. “Why did I do that?”

“Because you’re bold.”

“I am not bold.”

“You kind of are.”

He smiles sheepishly.

Conversation flows easier than either of you expected.

Not fan-and-idol.

Just two people.

When you leave, he hesitates.

“Can I…see you again?”

You tilt your head playfully.

“See me around?”

He laughs.

“Yeah. Around.”

♡ 

Back at the dorm, Jake flops face-first onto the couch.

Sunghoon watches with mild disgust, side eye on full display.

“You’re smiling again.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Jake rolls over.

“She said yes.”

Sunghoon snorts. “Obviously she did.”

Over the next few weeks, Sunghoon becomes unofficial text consultant.

Jake will shove his phone in his face at midnight.

“Is this too much?”

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

“Too desperate.”

“What do I say if she says she misses me?”

Sunghoon blinks slowly.

“Tell her you miss her too?”

Jake kicks his feet dramatically, smashing his face into Sunghoon’s pillow.

“This is stressful.”

“You are in love,” Sunghoon says dryly.

Jake goes still.

“…Oh.”

♡ 

It takes him a month to properly ask.

A whole month of talking, meeting quietly, learning how you take your coffee and how you always hum when you’re thinking.

Finally, he sends:

“Can I take you out properly? Not just meet up. Like…officially?”

You respond almost instantly.

“I was wondering when you’d ask. （≧∇≦）”

He actually yells.

Jungwon walks out of his room, unimpressed.

“You’re loud.”

“I’m so joyful.”

Jungwon softens slightly.

“Good.”

♡ 

Dating him isn’t glamorous.

It’s comfortable.

Drive-thru fries from McDonald’s at midnight.

Sitting in the dorm living room while the others pretend not to observe.

You help Jungwon carry groceries once and he looks mildly startled.

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s alright,” you say.

He studies you for a moment.

Later, when Jake isn’t around, Jungwon says quietly, “You’re good for him.”

You smile politely. “I care about him.”

That’s enough.

♡ 

One afternoon, a blurry photo circulates online.

Two figures walking together.

The internet speculates wildly.

Jake’s stomach drops.

He texts you immediately.

“Are you okay?”

You respond:

“I’m fine. It’s too blurry to tell. Don’t stress.”

But he does stress.

He calls you.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly. “If this ever puts you in a bad position-”

“Jake.”

He stops.

“I knew what I was stepping into,” you say calmly. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you were worth it.”

Silence.

Then:

“…You’re really cool, you know that?”

You laugh softly.

“See you around?”

He smiles.

“Always.”

The rumor fades within days.

You never post a single thing about it.

Not even indirectly.

♡ 

It’s late.

Practice ran long.

Jake comes home exhausted.

You’re curled up on the couch, waiting, half-asleep.

He sits beside you carefully.

“You stayed up?”

“Mhm.”

“For me?”

“Mhm.”

He melts.

He pulls you gently against his chest. 

Nothing dramatic. Just his arm around you, your head tucked under his chin.

The dorm is quiet.

No cameras.

No noise.

Just the hum of the air conditioner and your steady breathing.

He thinks back to the fansign.

To you saying, see you around.

He presses his cheek against your hair.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Mmm?”

“See you around?”

You smile, eyes still closed.

“I’m not going anywhere baby.”

And for the first time in a long time-

He doesn’t feel like someone on a stage.

He just feels like a boy who took a chance.

And got to see you around.

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Pairing: idol!Jake x reader

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff, domestic, comfort, light humorrr

Synopsis: After a long day, Jake ends up sprawled across the couch with his head in your lap, pretending he isn’t begging for attention.

Word Count: ~1.6k+

A/N: Hai!! I thought I’d write a soft little fic for Jake since he doesn’t have as many fics. I really hope you enjoy it!! 🤍

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The apartment is quiet in that lived-in way.

Not silent - just settled.

The dishwasher hums faintly from the kitchen. A lamp in the corner casts warm yellow light over the couch, softening the edges of everything. The TV plays some show neither of you are really watching anymore, dialogue drifting in and out of attention.

You’re tucked into the corner of the couch, one leg folded under you, the other stretched out. Phone in hand. Half-scrolling. Half-listening.

Jake is on the floor.

At least - he was.

He had started there, sitting between your legs with his back leaning against the couch, elbows resting on your knees.

You’d absentmindedly played with the ends of his hair while he talked about practice - about a choreography tweak, about how he messed up a turn and Ni-ki laughed at him for five straight minutes.

You hummed at the right moments.

He leaned into your touch without realizing.

Now he’s gone quiet.

You glance down.

He’s still sitting there - but his head has tilted slightly to the side. Just enough so it brushes against your thigh.

You don’t react.

He waits.

Nothing.

So he shifts again.

A tiny nudge.

Like a cat pretending not to ask for attention.

You blink down at him. “Jake.”

He doesn’t look up. “Hm?”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m not.”

He absolutely is.

You return to your phone.

Three seconds pass.

Another nudge.

This time his hair grazes your fingers.

You pretend not to notice.

He sighs dramatically.

You smile to yourself but keep your face neutral. “What.”

“Nothing.”

He says it too quickly.

You finally lock your phone and set it aside.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

His shoulders straighten just a little - 

hopeful.

You look down at the top of his head.

His hair is soft tonight. Freshly washed. Still faintly damp at the roots.

“You want something?” you ask.

He tilts his head back just enough to look at you upside down.

His eyes are warm. Brown. A little sheepish.

“No.”

Another pause.

“…Maybe.”

You snort lightly. “Jake.”

He grins. The kind that crinkles his eyes.

“I just think,” he says carefully, turning so he can rest his cheek against your knee now, “…that you’ve been on your phone for a very long time.”

“It’s been five minutes.”

“That’s basically forever.”

You shake your head.

He leans his head more firmly into your hand.

There it is.

The real request.

You let him wait two seconds longer - just to see how far he’ll go.

He nudges your palm.

Soft.

Then again.

You break.

Your fingers slide into his hair.

The reaction is immediate.

His shoulders drop.

His breathing shifts.

He closes his eyes like someone just turned the world volume down.

“You’re so predictable,” you murmur.

“Mhm.”

“And needy.”

“Yeah.”

No denial. No shame.

Just acceptance.

You comb your fingers through his hair slowly, nails lightly grazing his scalp. He exhales through his nose - long and content.

The TV keeps talking in the background.

You don’t hear a word.

Jake shifts again - but this time it’s bigger.

He pushes himself up from the floor, climbs onto the couch without warning, and gently but persistently nudges you backward until you’re reclined against the armrest.

“Jake-“

“Shh.”

He stretches out along the couch and settles his head in your lap like it’s the most natural place in the world.

Which, honestly, it kind of is.

He adjusts once.

Twice.

Then stills.

You look down at him.

His cheek is pressed to your thigh. One hand resting lightly on your hip like it anchored there automatically.

He peeks one eye open.

“…Continue.”

You laugh softly.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But comfortable.”

Your fingers return to his hair.

This angle lets you see his face fully.

Relaxed.

Soft.

Not idol Jake. 

Not performance Jake.

Just him.

You trace your fingers through his fringe, pushing it off his forehead. His lashes flutter.

He makes a quiet, pleased noise in his throat.

“That’s the spot,” he murmurs.

“Oh my gosh.”

“What? You do it really well.”

“Do what.”

“Exist.”

You pause.

He doesn’t open his eyes when he says it. 

Doesn’t make it dramatic. It’s casual. 

Honest.

You soften.

“You’re cute,” you say quietly.

He smiles without looking at you.

“I know.”

You lightly tug his hair.

He huffs. “Ow- rude.”

“You deserved that.”

He turns slightly, burying his face more fully against your stomach now. Arms wrapping loosely around your waist.

It’s instinctive.

Like he fits there.

Like he belongs there.

You rest one hand on the back of his head, the other on his shoulder.

He’s warm.

Solid.

Safe.

“Long day?” you ask gently.

He nods against you.

“Mm.”

“You did well?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why the clinginess?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

His thumb draws absent little shapes against your side.

“I just missed you,” he says finally.

Simple.

You swallow.

“You saw me this morning.”

“That was this morning.”

“And?”

“And that was like…ten hours ago.”

You smile.

He tilts his head up slightly to look at you.

“Don’t you ever just need…” He gestures vaguely, one hand lifting and dropping. “This.”

You understand.

You always understand.

“Yeah,” you admit.

He nods like that settles something.

Silence drifts over you again - but it’s full. 

Comfortable.

The kind of quiet that doesn’t demand filling.

You start lightly scratching behind his ear absentmindedly.

He freezes.

Then melts.

“Oh my gosh,” he breathes.

You laugh. “You are actually a dog.”

He nuzzles into your hand in response.

No shame.

No hesitation.

You shake your head but keep doing it.

His breathing evens out gradually.

Slower.

Heavier.

You glance down after a few minutes.

“Jake?”

No response.

His grip around you has loosened slightly, fingers curled gently into the fabric of your shirt.

You brush your thumb over his temple.

His lashes flutter but don’t fully open.

“You falling asleep?” you whisper.

“…No.”

He absolutely is.

You smile softly and lean back more comfortably, adjusting a pillow behind you without disturbing him.

The show on the TV ends.

Another one auto-plays.

You don’t bother changing it.

Your hand continues its slow path through his hair.

Over and over.

Rhythmic.

Comforting.

Jake shifts once in his half-sleep, pulling you closer like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

You lean down slightly and press a soft kiss into his hairline.

He hums contentedly.

Barely audible.

“I love you,” you murmur quietly.

He doesn’t respond right away.

You assume he’s asleep.

Then, after a few seconds-

“…love you more.”

Mumbled.

Eyes still closed.

You smile into the dim light.

“Go to sleep, baby.”

He tightens his arms around you once.

Satisfied.

And within minutes, he’s completely out.

You stay there.

Not moving.

Not scrolling.

Just holding him.

Because sometimes love isn’t loud.

Sometimes it’s just a head in your lap.

A quiet room.

And the steady weight of someone choosing 

to rest with you.

And that’s enough.

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