𝓝𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗋 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

he was also annoyingly handsome. you couldn't even get mad half the time- since he always flashed his charming smirk and left you hanging. it pissed you off- so much. the only peace and quiet you'd gotten this semester was late evenings- since he went for training around that time. but when you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of his punching bag, you'd groan and bury your face in your pillow.

now, you were perched on your chair, sitting on your desk with one knee up, resting your chin on it. midterms were approaching, which meant you had to lock in if you even wanted to survive the semester. of course, your highness; seungmin, didnt care. he claimed he was gonna be a world renowned boxer anyway. delusional. your music blasted through your airpods, and you were flowkirkuenly reaching flow state- until.

until seungmin decided to practice for the 100th time today- the sound of punching filling the dorm. you growled in annoyance- you could hear it even from the loud noise of your airpods; which were up to max volume. you gripped your pen tighter, sighing. "its okay...it'll stop.."

spoiler alert; it didnt. but you were sick and tired of this constant noise to the point that you swore you were traumatized. like the other day, you were scrolling on tiktok and came across a boxing video, the sound genuinely triggered you so hard that you'd flinched before you knew it. darn seungmin.

you stood up, groaning loudly before walking over to seungmin's room. you knocked firmly, leaning slightly on the doorway, arms crossed. ugh, could he seriously not box when you werent there?

he opens the door, but man, you werent really ready. his hair was disheveled, looking like he'd ran his fingers through it one too many times, and he was sweaty; but not in the annoying and stinky middle school boys in gym kind.. like the really hot masculinity kind. he didnt even stink, for gods sake! how can he not stink??

bonus points: he was shirtless, and way more muscular than you'd thought. i mean, with a baby face like that, where had he been hiding that this whole time? fucking sleeper build. he paused, catching his breath, before asking; "can i help you?"

actually, yes. he could help you. he could help you get over your evil ex, he could help you get into a relationship, he could help you with anything; with that kind of beauty. but you cant say that, duh. your eyes widen slightly and you glance away, keeping your composure. you clear your throat softly, speaking. "uh.." you almost stutter. "could you..do that a little quieter? or like..not at all? midterms are coming up, you know. i need to study."

seungmin smirks slightly as he sees you look away, trying to hide the small blush that creeps up your cheeks but horrendously failing, and it amuses him, really. "oh, is my boxing too loud for you?" he asks, in an almost mocking tone. "cant concentrate?"

your hands curl into fists, sighing. "you're impossible." you mutter, glaring at him. "of COURSE i cant concentrate! pretty hard thing to do when the sound of leather against leather has scarred me!" he bursts out in laughter at that, leaning against the doorway. "seriously?" he mutters between laughs. "you're overreacting. but fine, ill stop."

you sighed in relief, mumbling a small "thanks", before walking away and disappearing back in your room. seungmin stands there for a moment, eyeing your retreating form before smirking slightly. "also, i saw staring!" he called out in an effort to make you mad.

you gasped loudly from your room, the door flying open as you poked your head through the doorway, glaring at him across the short hall. "oh my god, you're so annoying!" you groan. "i did not!"

"sure did." he replies nonchalantly, before closing his door. you slump your head back against your own door, muttering curses under your breath; as he listens on the other side of the door, giggling. he'll do anything to get under your skin, and you know that.

later on in the evening, you knocked on his door again, a deadpan expression on your face. he opens the door, confused. "what?"

you hand over an energy drink, eyes narrowed. "here." you mumble. "think of it as a...ceasefire."

he snorts, taking the drink and looking at you in bewilderment. "seriously? i think those history textbooks are getting to ya." he flicked a finger to your forehead lightly, making you step back abruptly. "hey!"

"i'm trying to be nice for once." you elaborated. "you know me, the neighborhood angel." you teased.

he rolled his eyes obnoxiously. "angel? pffftt- more like a pain in the ass."

"well i'm not the one who got kicked out of a whole dormitory building! talk about being a pain in the ass." you jeered.

"that's rude!" he retorted.

"well, good!"

...

later on in the evening, after you'd studied so much you genuinely started thinking in world war 2 terms (one of the exams was on history), you layed down on the couch, a blanket over you, hugging a pillow, and watching your favorite show. now, what could possibly ruin this beautiful, peaceful, amazing moment? nothing, right?

wrong.

seungmin could. because as soon as you heard the loud thumping of his punching bag, you swore your eyes turned red. you grabbed your pillow and buried your head in it, hoping it would drain out the noise. moments later, seungmin walked in, seemingly wearing a shirt this time (unfortunately 🥺🥺) and the same cocky grin on his face as he basically collapsed on the armchair beside the couch. he leaned back in his seat, eyeing your show. "you seriously watch these?" he teased, though he knew he was only trying to make an excuse to talk to you, acknowledging how good you looked.

you roll your eyes, internally groaning. "dont you have anything better to do than slander my whole existence?"

he giggled, shaking his head. "unfortunately, no."

"just because you cant pull bitches, dont take it out on me." you retorted. he gasped dramatically, bringing a hand up to his chest as if that comment deeply wounded him. but he also grabbed a pillow, softly throwing it at you. It hits your head with a soft noise, and your eyes narrow. oh, it was on.

he chucks another pillow at you just as you reach to grab one, hitting you in the shoulder. you finally grab it, pouncing on the couch where he now is, determined to get closer to you totally destroy you in a pillow fight. he yelps and launches the pillow against you, surprisingly gentle; as to not hurt you. before you knew it, the whole dorm echoed with playful cries and laughter, pillows flying over the place, couch cushions messed up.

you raised your pillow to hit him again, when he suddenly pulled on your ankle, pulling you down against the couch. your faces were inches apart, his hands on the cushions next to your head to not fall, his body hovering against yours. your pillow was left forgotten beside you, fallen out of your hands. his gaze fell briefly on your lips, pink and parted, and his breath caught in his throat as he looked down at you.

god, you were gorgeous.

your eyes widened as you took in the compromising..and embarrassing position you two were left in. as you stared into each other's eyes, he glanced away, pretending the wall was really interesting, though he didnt move. none of you moved. you both didn't really...want to.

"you- uh..you suck at pillow fights." he murmured, desperate to tear the awkward moment to anything, anything that didn't have to do with staring at your pretty face. you couldn't help but grumble under your breath. seungmin was the only guy that could distract tension with remarks. stupid, dumb, witty remarks. you could only act like you hated them, though only you knew how much you loved them.

"oh shut up, seungmin." you mumble, also glancing away from him. your hands fidgeted awkwardly at your sides, unsure of what to do. his lips twitched into a small smirk as he leaned in closer, his bashful facade gone.

"make me."

well... i think you can guess how it went from there.

your glare softened into a small smile as you nodded once. "fine." you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in, closing the distance between you guys. seungmin's body tenses, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he melts into the kiss. his hands slide from where they were against the cushions, settling on your waist as he kisses back desperately, pulling you closer; as the world narrows down to just the two of you on this goddamn couch.

he could get addicted to this feeling, the taste of you on his lips.

and a part of him knows this wont be the last kiss shared between you.

you know that too.

..

the next day wasnt any better. you woke up, got ready for practice, and headed off- back to the JYP building. but today, it was different. he didnt just leave after practice like usual. he..asked you out.

yes, asked you out. he approached you after practice, the same stupid smile that made you melt plastered on his face, his hand scratching the back of his neck, and cheeks flushed in a shade of red. "heyyy." he said awkwardly, and glanced to the door, where you could see hyunjin and jeongin peeking at the doorway. you held in a laugh-they were so unserious.

"i was wondering if.. you wanted to grab a coffee or something?" he looked down, as if he was nervous. it really shocked you- how could bangchan be nervous about asking her on a date? you mentally smack yourself. you were big in the industry too, damn it.

you smiled immediately, nodding. "yes!" you gushed- too enthusiastically. your face fell and you cleared your throat, giving a small nod of approval. "i mean.. sure. id love that."

bangchan tried to hold in a laugh at your enthusiasm, before grinning back. "then, lets go." he said. his nerves seemed to have calmed when you said yes.

jeongin and hyunjin pumped their fists in the air, disappearing from the doorway with giggles. bangchan muttered a curse under his breath to the two boys, and you couldn't help but let a small laugh escape.

the cafe was really cute. fancy, even. it had a small bakery, filled with cute pastries like strawberry turnovers- your favorite. it also had small circular tables fit for two, small vases with pink tulips and gold trimmed decor on counters. you two were fresh out of practice, still wearing your loose, dance clothes. you had a mask on, and he wore a hat- just to make sure that people couldn't recognize you guys well. biggest 4th gen groups in kpop after all!

"so.." bangchan spoke, his tone laced with a hint of nervousness. it surprised you, really. with his demeanor on camera, and during performances; you'd never think he could be an awkward person. "i heard you're working on a comeback?" he smiled. "tell me about it. well- if you can."

you couldn't help but smile, though your mask hid it, the soft crinkling of your eyes gave it away. "promise to keep it a secret." you teased, which he responded to with a zip of his lips. "promise."

"okay, so it's this big sporty-ish concept. the song's called rich man. the name made me skeptical- but i promise it's fire." you gushed.

bangchan's eyes lit up. "oooh-" he started. and with that, you guys talked for hours. exchanging trainee stories, award show bloopers, comebacks, favorite songs, albums, you guys talked about everything and anything.

it surprised you so, so much. how could you talk to casually with him? were you guys friends now? but you couldnt help but notice; how his cheeks went red when you complimented him, how he messed up his words with you, how he scratched the back of his neck whenever you said something about him. girl, you were down bad.

you guys sat at the cafe till like 7pm. the streetlights had switched on, streets became calm except for the occasional hum and chirping of birds nearby. you two decided to get out the cafe and go on a short walk before heading back to your own dorms.

now walking through a secluded park in seoul, a comfortable silence overtook you both as you walked side by side, shoulders occasionally touching.

he looks over at you, gazing at your face tenderly, before speaking. "you're really pretty, you know."

you couldn't help but widen your eyes slightly. you glanced over at him slowly, a small smile on your lips. "..thank you." you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "you're really handsome."

his face flushed a light shade of pink and so did yours; making you both burst into laughter. "carefull.." he teased. "first you steal my off days with the practices, now you're stealing my heart?" you couldnt help but giggle at the corny joke, yet you found it cute. his hand gently found yours, interwining your fingers. "you know," he grins wider when you give his hand a small squeeze. "i was like...over the moon when i found out the collab stage was with you."

you frown, disbelieving. "no way!" you exclaim. "i was over the moon. like, i've admired your work and all. for a long time."

chan tilts his head slightly, smirking. "reallyy? i guess we both had a thing for each other, then."

the world seems to grow silent behind you both as the cool breeze envelops you into a comfortable silence once more. his eyes gaze into yours affectionately, and you do the same. "y/n.." he breathes out softly, his hand coming up to rest on your jaw. "can i...kiss you?"

the words hit you like a ton of bricks, your heart beating faster than anything. you muster up a small nod, looking up at him.

he nods at your approval, before leaning down; and you guys kiss. his hand rests on your jaw, yours on his shoulders. the kiss is short and sweet, just enough to let you both know that something has changed between you guys; a hidden love that's bloomed.

now there you both are, at MAMA awards, backstage after your collab stage. "it went so well!" you exclaim, jumping up and down. he laughs and nods. "you did amazing."

"so did you." you nudge his shoulder playfully.

the staff turn up from a corner, smiling at you both. so far, your relationship had been a secret from the world, and only some staff, your groups, and your managers had known (chaeun was the happiest girl ever hearing this). "okay lovebirds, you both have to return to your group's tables. award ceremony's starting!"

you nod as he leaves, turning back to bangchan. "good luck." i smile. "i know you're gonna win like..multiple daesangs."

he giggles, ruffling your hair- then hurrying to fix it. "oh comee on. you're overexaggerating."

with that, you both head back to your group tables.

you make your way through the dozens of tables surrounding the "idol" area, finding aespa's table as you sit down beside karina. her eyes widen when you sit down. "girl, i thought you weren't gonna make it in time!" she whispers.

giselle leans forward from across the table and smacks your shoulder gently. "you were with your..boyfriend- werent you?" she teased. winter gasped dramatically, hands flying over her mouth. "y/n, you shameless, shameless girl." ningning giggles, nudging giselle. "oh come on, theyre cute. and the performancee...ooohh." you roll your eyes playfully, scoffing. "oh come on. you guys are insufferable."

karina shushes you all, gesturing to the big screen. "its starting!"

there were 4 big daesang titles; artist of the year, album of the year, song of the year, and fans choice of the year. other titles such as best female group, best dance, rap, vocal performance, etc- were also amazing.

as the hosts step on stage and start to announce winners one by one, you and the girls hold hands, and the surroundings begin to fade out.

best new artist, best male group, best rap performance.. all the titles fade out as the category is mentioned. the daesang awards.

the announcer starts speaking, looking down at the small envelope in his hands. "For Fan's choice of the year..." you all squeeze each other's hands.

"Enhypen!"

you pause, then start clapping. you were close friends with jungwon, after all. after they give their acceptance speech and step off, the next category is to be called up.

ningning whispers, "its okay, we still got this. 3 more titles left."

giselle nods. "yeah guys, we got this." she smiles, earning a nod from you and karina. winter squeezes your shoulder.

"song of the year..."

"apt by rose and bruno mars!!"

you all clap again, but your heart thumps harder than usual. 2 more titles left. rose wasn't at the mama awards so they skipped her acceptance speech.. next category!

"album of the year..."

"stray kids!"

this time, instead of disappointment, your eyes lit up. you clapped and cheered a little, which led to a playful nudge from karina, a knowing grin on her face as the screen switched to Stray Kids. All of the members were shocked, and grinning. you saw bangchan, cheering and smiling as he helped leeknow up. they all made their way to the stage, and you couldn't help but beam up at the screen. you knew you were gonna tease him about this later.

ningning leaned in to whisper, "look! thats your man!"

winter giggles, pushing ningning away playfully. "god, leave the poor girl alone."

as stray kids began their speech, the audience grew quiet. seungmin spoke first, talking about the hardwork they put in and the challenges theyve faced in order to be where they are right now, before handing the mic to bangchan. you could see that they were all crying, bangchan also. bangchan spoke about the training periods, the amount of useless hate they got, and all the criticism they faced to be as successful as they are. you were really proud of him. after he'd actually opened up to you and told you everything, you felt like you could understand him. and that meant a lot, to both you and him. as their speech ends and they step off the stage, the next category is to be announced. the last one.

"artist of the year.." the announcer speaks, as you and the girls all squeeze each other's hands. "it's okay if it's not us. i mean, there's always next year.." winter speaks.

"aespa!" the announcer exclaims.

all of you guys' shoulders slump disappointedly, absent-mindly clapping for whoever won. the audience roars with cheers and clapping, and the camera pans to you guys. its only after you guys look up at the screen that you notice- oh my god. you won.

"wait-! thats us." giselle exclaims, then screams. "OH MY GOD, THAT'S US!" ningning shrieks and grabs Giselle's hand, and they both exclaim excitedly. winter grins and laughs, and karina's face lights up and she jumps up. your jaw is wide open as you stare up onto the screen, you guys on the cover of "Artist of the Year". karina pulls you and the girls into a tight hug before you make your way on stage. you did it. you got your dream.

as karina starts giving the acceptance speech, you look over at the crowd and idols in front of you. some are your dearest friends, and one is the man you love. bangchan beams up at you, giving you a thumbs up. you can't help but smile wider, before karina hands you the mic.

"well, this was my biggest dream-" you start, tears stinging your eyes lightly. "ever since i was a kid, i've always wanted to be up here. and thanks to my members and all of you guys, i am. we all are." you continue, before smiling.

as the speech ends, the camera pans on you guys going back to your seats with the award in hand, when bangchan suddenly runs to you, arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. karina's eyes widen and ningning yelps in surprise. you grin and hug him back, arms wrapping around his neck. "you did it!" he whispers. "you too."

he smiles, pulling back slightly to look at your face. "you know something?"

"hm?"

he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, "this is better than any award."

the crowd practically explodes with gasps and cheers, including a few loud cheers from idols. you didn't really know what the future held for you..

but right now, it was perfect.

oh my days bro this is so so so so so cringy but i had to put an end to the lil fanfic my baddd

@anoras-stuff here you go pookie 😼

you were an absolute prodigy. it all started when you were 15, when you'd auditioned for HYBE, but hadnt gotten in. to be honest.. you were disappointed, but it didnt end there. months after months, you'd been practicing all day, everyday, till the day. the day you'd gotten the acceptance email. to the big company- SM. your favorite idols had been from there- red velvet, girls generation, shinee too, of course.

now you were in a famous girlgroup named aespa, literally so iconic. it was like everything you'd wished for had become true, with hard work of course. it was 12 past 4, you'd just returned from recording sessions for a comeback, when you got a text from your manager. she'd texted you a lot of last minute updates recently, mostly because MAMA awards were in less than a month and you'd all been preparing stages, comebacks, new choreographies, and all that. but this one..was different. a collab stage?

(pls im so sorry its so big im new to this)

you were..SHOOK. a collab stage with bangchan from stray kids.. the bang fucking christopher chan. okay, you were overexaggerating. like, you both were respected idols. but him? he'd been your celebrity crush since like.. forever. yes, you two were like 2 years apart. was he still your celebrity crush? absolutely fucking yes. you were like an undercover stray kids fan at this point- heavily bangchan biased. but did it matter? not really!! you both are idols. this is purely for business. you sighed, slumping your head back. "for business.." you muttered under your breath, before checking the time. oh shit- it was 4:20 now. you'd really been staring at your phone for 8 minutes?

you run back to the dorms to get ready. you're seeing bangchan after all. you're DANCING with him, and you will be for the following weeks leading up to MAMA awards. you quickly do your hair, your makeup, and put on a decent dance practice outfit- loose grey sweatpants, a black fitting cropped top, and a grey zip up hoodie. to say the least, you were gorgeous. after all, you were in aespa, a group known for their vocals and ethereal visuals. you definitely fit the part.

before you knew it, you were out of the dorms and into the car with your manager, chaeun. she grinned when she saw you, eyebrows wiggling teasingly. "well, look at you, all dolled up!"

"oh, shut up!" you slumped against the car seat, putting on your seatbelt. "i am not dolled up." your cheeks flushed red, caught.

"you never wear makeup to practices." she teased as the engine turned on, and she stepped on the gas.

"well, this is important. its different. i havent had a collab stage since like..nct. and they're like big brothers to us. but bangchan? hes like a pro! i have to..prove myself to him."

chaeun snorts. "prove myself, this, that. just say you want the man so bad."

you gasp in horror, lifting a hand to smack chaeun's shoulder from the backseat. "chaeun!!" you choke out. "you cant say things like that!! i do NOT want him!"

the car came to a stop, just as you'd dreaded, but also had hoped for. Chaeun parked the car in JYP's parking lot, helping you out, before placing her hands on your shoulder. "look, you'll do great." she says encouragingly before smirking. "and make that man fall in love with you, yeah? your kids' genes would be heavenly."

"chaeunnnn!!" you whined, shoving her away. you'd both went up to the dance practice room, before she waved you off, pushing you towards the door. "byee, lovesick fool. i mean- goodbye babe!" she snickered, walking away.

you gotta love chaeun. i mean, she planned all this, she hyped you up, now look at you- dancing with bangchan. he looked really, really good, you had to admit. he was wearing a black tank top and sweats, yet still lowkey gorgeous. his hair was a light shade of blonde and shorter than before. to say the LEAST, you were gagged. well, secretly of course. you cant lose aura in front of the aurafarmer himself. you both danced flawlessly, following the choreographer's directions perfectly and literally presenting a work of art. the choreo was to a mashup of one of your songs, "dirty work" with his song, "divine", PLUS a huge end of performance bonus; a cover of "coming down" by the weekend. the producers decided it suited your vocal tones perfectly, but you were sure it'd stir up so many rumors. i mean, a female idol and a male idol singing to one of the weekend's suggestive songs? hahahahha...you were a goner.

abort mission, the bangchan gooners were gonna get to you, like asap.

bangchan's voice snapped you out of it. "you okay?" he smiled softly at you, god that smile. the smile that had you absolutely weak in your knees and starstruck. "im fine." you smiled back, faking nonchalance. you were dying in the inside, actually. but after a ton of practicing, you two were both slumped against the wall on the floor, panting and sweating. this choreography was so FUCKINGG hard. you groaned, chugging water. he glanced over at you, smiling. "tired?"

you nod, still chugging water before swallowing, glancing back at him. "yeah. the choreo is...really really hard-"

he nods, before leaning forward slightly-

to push a stray hair strand behind your ear.

hahahahahahhaa...BYE!! you were gone! you were up in heaven or something, vocalizing with the damn angels. you were weak in the knees, thats what it was. you were absolutely gone, your stomach was flooded with butterflies and genuinely doing backflips as if your stomach was a gymnast in its past life. the way he sweetly looked at you after, got you so bad. fucking hellll. he looked down at his phone, before handing it to you. "put your number in. i need it for scheadules and practice times."

all you could do was nod like an idiot and put your number in. you saw him type your contact name, before snapping a selfie of the two of you to put as the contact picture.

wait.

AAHAHAHAHAHHAHA BYE YOU JUST GOT A PICTURE WITH BANGCHAN??? HE DID IT WILLINGLY??? BYEE.

with that, practice ended, and he dapped you up before walking away, a small smile on his lips before he spoke; "see ya."

the door closed behind him as you just stood there, dumbfounded. you knew this would be..different. weird, definitely.

were you complaining? nope.. not at all.

...

omg hi guys i tried smth w this but i rlly wanna make a pt2 lmk if u wanttt !! requests always open btw js lmk the idol, plot and themes tysm !!