‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀you have a crush on your best friend's brother.

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if someone asked what makes you happy back thenㅡyou’d probably smile and laugh, unsure what to say.

but if that same someone asked what makes you happy nowㅡyou’d say his name with no hesitation.

it started off as a small infatuation.

just a small admiration towards someone older than you, the kind where you idolize his actions and perspective in life.

you thought it’d fade away as time passes. but oh you were so wrong.

“you have a crush on my older brother?” your friendㅡriki, asks. one eyebrow raised as he scans your face for confirmation.

you shrugged shamelessly, “yeah, a little.”

“a little?” he scoffs, “you’re more excited to meet him more than me, your best friend of four years, to a man you barely know. who, by the way, comes home once a month every year.”

“you’re exaggerating!”

from the kitchen, jungwon lets out a quiet laugh.

jungwon was your friend’s older brotherㅡonly by two years, but that doesn’t stop him from claiming that you’re too “young” for him. he was soft-spoken, attentive, patient, and can be very annoying at times as well. and you hated how he’s so hard to flutter too. the kind of man who always smiles politely before rejecting. no embarrassment, no sweet-talking. straight up rejection.

that alone should be a reason to leave him alone. but something inside youㅡwho gets rejected with no hesitationㅡfeels so attracted towards him.

his parents thought your little crush was amusing. riki constantly teased you about him. even jungwon doesn’t seem to mind your growing affection towards him.

“yeah, they got back together.”

right now, the three of you are huddled in the living room. a soundless movie playing on the tv and snacks in front of you, honestly you would be lying if you said it wasn’t comfortable.

you listened as jungwon talked about his ex-girlfriend getting back with her childhood crush, leaving him crushed. while riki pays no mind, scrolling through his phone while eating leftover chips from earlier.

“i told you jungwon,” you smirked, looking him straight in the eyes. “just be with me instead.”

jungwon sighed, “and i told you,” he shook his head. “it’s never gonna happen. you’re young.”

that sentence made you fall dramatically towards the edge of the couch. visibly tired of hearing the same sentence over and over again.

“i’m not young!”

“you just turned twenty. this year.”

“so what? a few years isn’t bad. just try dating me.”

jungwon chuckled, shaking his head. clearly you’re not backing down either.

you furrowed your brows, confused and frustrated. just why won’t he take the bait?

“listen,” jungwon said your name softly. “what you’re feeling for me right now.. that’s gonna go away.”

“you said that years ago too.”

he nodded, agreeing. “and you’re young. go explore.”

“but i wanna explore it with you.”

riki chuckled, clearly entertained.

jungwon sighs, “tell you what,” he started. “once you turn twenty-five and you still like me, i’ll let you pursue me.”

“deal!” you said with no hesitation.

the proposal made you giddy. you couldn’t wait til you can have him yours. and pray for jungwon for blurting that out. oh god does he regret saying that.

‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀two exes are still visibly not over each other.

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the hoodie still smelled like him.

not strongly, not strong enough to make it obvious, but enough that when you buried your face into the sleeves during sleepless nights, your chest tightened the same way it made riki pull you into his embrace after another argument, whispering “i’m sorry.”

funny because that was also the last thing he said before he walked out of your life.

it was all too sudden. there was no grand break up. no screaming, no shouting. just a guy who was too lost to even understand himself, and a girl who had too much hope and love to give.

your phone buzzed against your hand.

riki : can i get my hoodie back

you stared at the message for too long.

three months. three months of silence and no contact, and that’s what he came up with.

not i miss you.

not how are you?

not even can we talk?

that damn hoodie.

you scoffed a laugh, and it sounded bitter than amused.

you : ok. come whenever

your heart pounded seeing how fast he had read the text. then typing. then stopped. then typing again.

riki : i’ll be there in 5

the moment you opened the door, he looked highly unfamiliar.

black hoodie, black shades, ripped jeans, messy hair. and the chrome hearts ring that was on his finger was hard to ignore. the ring you gifted him.

for someone who’s labeled as your ex, you hated how looking at him made your heart beat faster than it should be.

for a second, neither of you spoke.

you handed him the folded hoodie quickly, wanting this to be over with before you start questioning your feelings all over again.

“there,” you muttered. “you can go now.”

but he didn’t take it.

he didn’t pay attention at all, his eyes stayed on your face like he’d been deprived of seeing you.

“you cut and dyed your hair.”

you swallowed. “you noticed?”

“i notice everything about you..” he paused before continuing. “you aren’t active on social media anymore.”

that hurt more than it should have.

you pushed the hoodie against his chest, careful not to touch him directly, afraid he’ll notice how your hands were visibly shaking this whole time.

“if you want it back, just take it, riki.”

his hands finally lifted, but instead of grabbing his hoodie, his hand brushed against yours.

warm.

dangerous.

your breath hitched.

“did you even wash this?” he asked, trying to lift the mood up.

“obviously. your cologne is just.. strong.”

the silence afterward felt intimate in the wrong way.

you stepped back first. “if that’s all-”

“it’s not.”

of course it wasn’t.

you looked away. because looking at him means giving him access to see through you again, to see how much you’ve missed him.

“you don’t get to disappear for months then show up randomly in the middle of the night asking for a damn hoodie back.”

“i know.”

“you broke up with me.”

“i know.”

the calmness in his voice made you irritated. “why are you here, riki?”

finally, he took a breath like he’d been holding for since you two broken up.

“because if i texted you i miss you, i would be blocked.”

you felt your chest ache.

“so you used the hoodie as an excuse.”

riki gave you a small nod, making you scoff.

“you’re an actual idiot.”

“i know.”

you hated how his voice sounded shakier now.

“i just…” he rubbed his face tiredly. “i didn’t know how to talk to you again after everything that had happened between us.”

“you already ruined everything.”

“that’s the problem,” his eyes locked with yours. “i still want you anyway.”

silence.

heavy. honest.

“this is actually messed up.”

riki nodded, agreeing. “yeah, it is.”

you pointed at him. “riki, you hurt me.”

“i know.”

“and i still-” your voice cracked, “i still look for you in everything.”

that broke him.

you remember the first week of your break up. every corner of your apartment was embedded by him. shadows of him were in every corner of your space.

“i couldn’t sleep after we broke up,” he admitted quietly. “i was losing my mind. i kept imagining you were still beside me in bed.”

“i even stopped eating strawberries because i know how much you love them.” he laughed humorlessly.

a tear slipped before you could even wipe it.

and he noticed it.

and softly, carefully, he stepped carefully. then he held your hands.

“i tried getting over you,” he whispered, voice desperate. “i really did.”

“didn’t work?”

he smiled, almost broken.

“you’re still the first thing that comes to my mind when i wake up and the last thing i think of before i sleep.”

and oh god how much you hated this.

hated how he still had the same effect that he had before on you.

“you can’t just tell me you miss me,” you whispered.

he nodded.

“things won’t magically fix themselves.”

“i know.”

“then what are we doing?”

for the first time since he showed up, he finally took the hoodie from your hands.

but he held it loosely. like this was never the reason why he came over.

his eyes stayed lock on yours as he spoke carefully.

“okay,” he confirmed. “i’m taking back my hoodie.”

you nodded, looking away yet you felt his intense gaze on yours.

then he stepped even closer, making you fully aware that he’s actually inside your apartment now.

“and can i take you back as well?”

‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀you gave up sleep a long time ago.. what happens when a new neighbor moves next door?

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚆𝙾𝙽　✶　𝓯. reader　　fluff　/　1,125 𝓦𝙘.　 　　neighbor!jungwon　　　mentions of insomnia　 　sleeping pills　𓈒 　neighbors 2 friends　 ! !　 ✧　..

for all the people who suffer insomnia like me ...... (inspired by this juhoon au i found on tiktok where juhoon is singing and mc who has insomnia falls asleep for the first time :'] so cute)

you never paid attention to whoever moves in or moves out of your apartment complex. maybe that’s the reason why you never noticed him.

there was no grand introduction, no knocking on your door and announcing “hi, i moved next door recently” moment. just the faint thump of boxes being put on the floor, and the scrape of furniture being moved across the room. ordinary things. easy to ignore.

ignoring is something you’re good at. especially at night.

sleep had naturally stopped coming to visit you a long time ago. insomnia wasn’t just a phase anymore, it settled into your routine like something permanent, something that refused to leave no matter how many remedies you’ve tried. not moving for five minutes, warm milk, light raindrop music, even those “how to sleep in five minutes” videos. none of them worked.

eventually you had no choice but to resort to your last hope. sleeping pills worked, sometimes. but even then, the sleep that you had felt rushed and borrowed. like your body never fully sank into it.

it started small. you’d be tucked to bed, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. the hum of the air condition was the only thing you hear, the city below becoming so alive at night.

you’d hear a thud. then a low voice. like someone talking to their phone.

sometimes you’d hear him talking about how his dream was about saving—not the people—but cats. “no, i’m telling you. i had this cape on, and i was saving cats. like those that were too scared to come down from the tree or helping them cross the street. it was fun.”

most of the time he’d talk about random things that even you won’t think about.

you found yourself blinking across your phone, the screen glaring at you while waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in.

it happened a few more times. maybe past midnight, he’d be on the balcony of his apartment, talking about random things. and somehow you’re always looking forward to it.

“do you think animals would remember who was kind to them? i know elephants do.”

“there was this calico cat earlier. it followed me on the way home, i almost catnapped it. yeah i don’t think my landlord would allow it.”

his topics jumped from one thing to another with no warning. dreams, random observations, the future, what-if’s that didn’t seem important but to him it feels like a debate where his life was on the line.

and before you knew it, your eyes would be too heavy to open, and the next thing you knew, you’re off to dreamland.

it was weird, not in a bad way. his voice wasn’t loud or annoying, if anything it blended into the quiet night in a way that felt… natural.

you had stopped pretending to be frustrated hours ago. it was one of those nights where you were looking forward to his talking. it was almost 2 am, making you wonder where he was. the rain wasn’t helping either, the patter of the rain against your window made everything else muffled, which made you worry if you’d even hear his voice.

then softly—a guitar string.

you blinked.

another soft strum followed, almost hesitant. like someone adjusting their flow.

then came his voice. low and gentle.

you smiled, “so you’re not talking about being a superhero tonight, huh?” you whispered to yourself.

you can’t make out the lyrics through the walls, but the melody drifted loud enough through your room. i wasn’t perfect or polished, his voice cracked, most of the time he’d be clearing his throat. but that somehow made it better.

more real.

you found yourself lying still, listening.

the rain outside mixed with the sound of his guitar, despite the cold that engulfed the room, you felt warm inside, and slowly the noise inside your head became invisible.

jungwon absentmindedly strummed his guitar, humming to himself. like he didn’t realize someone would hear him.

the next morning you woke up with a light feeling inside your chest. your sleeping pills untouched for weeks already.

you strided towards your kitchen, grabbing a box full of strawberries coated with chocolates.

jungwon felt mildly confused when he opened his apartment door.

his hair was messy, like he had just gotten out of bed a second ago. he blinked at you before looking down at your hands.

“..uh,” he cleared his throat. “hi?”

you suddenly felt how awkward this situation is.

“hello,” your cheeks flushed. “i made these for you.”

you muttered, pushing the box into his hands.

his eyes widened slightly. “for me? really?”

you nodded, smiling. “as a thank you.”

jungwon accepted the box carefully, still confused but visibly touched. “you don’t have to.”

silence fell between both of you before you finally had the courage to talk to him about something that was on your mind since the morning.

“were you the one playing the guitar last night?”

he blinked. then his ears turned slightly pink.

“oh,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah.”

you watched him look away for a second, looking almost embarrassed.

“sorry. i tend to play when it’s night time, so that i don’t disturb anyone in their sleep,” he admitted. “i guess the walls are just that thin.”

you nodded slightly before he continued quickly, “if it’s too loud i can stop-”

“no.”

the answer came out faster than you intended.

jungwon paused.

you looked down before speaking again, quieter this time.

“i like it.”

something softened in his expression.

you let out a small huff, you’re afraid the loud beating in your chest would be heard.

“because of you, i’ve been sleeping well these days.”

his eyes widened slightly by that.

“and…” you added, slightly shy now. “i like hearing you talk too. even if you’re rambling about being a superhero for cats.”

jungwon paused for a moment, before he looked amused. too amused for your liking.

“you.. heard all that?”

you nodded.

“oh my god,” he groaned, covering part of his face with both of his hands. “that’s actually humiliating.”

you laughed quietly for the first time in a while that felt like forever.

“well for the record,” he said after a moment, smiling again. “i honestly think it’s a good superpower.”

“it is,” you replied seriously. “the cats would appreciate it.”

“that’s exactly what i’m saying!”

you found yourself laughing again as he defended how he’d be a good superhero.

and standing together across the hallway, listening to him ramble about random things made you realize something.

his voice stopped feeling like a background noise a long time ago, now it simply felt familiar.

comforting, like home.

and from that then on, the nights never felt so lonely anymore.

‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀a list of where you often kiss jungwon!

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𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 : his shoulder blade

the bright warmth of the sun seeps through the windows, creating a soft glow over jungwon’s posture—who was currently making lemonades in the kitchen.

from the couch, you tried your best to cool yourself down from the heat, but eventually gave up. you walked over quietly, wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss over his shoulder blade that was exposed because of the tank top he’s wearing.

jungwon smiled without turning around. his dimples becoming visible.

“i was wondering when you’d appear. i thought you’d just stare forever.” he teased.

“i was admiring.”

he laughed softly, his hand patting your hips.

“do you want a sip?”

you smiled against his back before nodding, kissing his shoulder again.

𝙿𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 : the back of his hand

jungwon noticed something even before you even made things official. how you would reach for his hand without thinking, placing a soft and delicate kiss over the top of his hand, like it was something you possess so dearly. your hand would find his in the middle of conversations, and before he knew it, your warm lips would be against the back of his hand.

sometimes when walking. sometimes when he had his hand on yours. sometimes for no reason at all except that he was there.

one night, he looked at you with warmth and asked, “why there?”

you traced his knuckles briefly before kissing it again.

“because your hands always take care of me.”

for a while jungwon was quiet. his heart is aching in a good way. then his hand curled tightly around yours.

“then don’t stop.”

𝙶𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 : the corner of his eyes

you’ve always noticed how jungwon’s eyes would twinkle over the smallest things. talking about his favourite hobby, what happened to his day, what made him smile that week. every time his eyes would crease as they caught the light, eyes reflecting like his irises hold the whole galaxy.

the first time it happened, it was an accident. something you never thought before doing. how you would lean towards him and press a quick kiss right there—at the corner of his eyes.

jungwon blinked the first few times it happened, clearly surprised.

eventually, he smiled, clearly looking forward to when you’d kiss the corner of his eyes again.

one evening, he looked at you after another stolen kiss and asked softly, “why do you always kiss me there?”

you touched his cheeks with a shy smile.

“because your eyes look the happiest even before you realize you’re smiling.”

and jungwon felt his mind short-circuited.

he only pulled you closer, his eyes twinkling all over again.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 : his dimples

every time jungwon smiled, you always had a cute habit.

before kissing his dimples, you always poked them first.

just one gentle press of your fingertip against the indent in his cheek, like she needed to make sure it was really there.

jungwon would laugh every time.

“you know you can just kiss me.”

you smiled, poking his cheek before leaning in again.

“i know, but this part comes first.”

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‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀a list of where you often kiss jungwon!

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𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 : his shoulder blade

the bright warmth of the sun seeps through the windows, creating a soft glow over jungwon’s posture—who was currently making lemonades in the kitchen.

from the couch, you tried your best to cool yourself down from the heat, but eventually gave up. you walked over quietly, wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss over his shoulder blade that was exposed because of the tank top he’s wearing.

jungwon smiled without turning around. his dimples becoming visible.

“i was wondering when you’d appear. i thought you’d just stare forever.” he teased.

“i was admiring.”

he laughed softly, his hand patting your hips.

“do you want a sip?”

you smiled against his back before nodding, kissing his shoulder again.

𝙿𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 : the back of his hand

jungwon noticed something even before you even made things official. how you would reach for his hand without thinking, placing a soft and delicate kiss over the top of his hand, like it was something you possess so dearly. your hand would find his in the middle of conversations, and before he knew it, your warm lips would be against the back of his hand.

sometimes when walking. sometimes when he had his hand on yours. sometimes for no reason at all except that he was there.

one night, he looked at you with warmth and asked, “why there?”

you traced his knuckles briefly before kissing it again.

“because your hands always take care of me.”

for a while jungwon was quiet. his heart is aching in a good way. then his hand curled tightly around yours.

“then don’t stop.”

𝙶𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 : the corner of his eyes

you’ve always noticed how jungwon’s eyes would twinkle over the smallest things. talking about his favourite hobby, what happened to his day, what made him smile that week. every time his eyes would crease as they caught the light, eyes reflecting like his irises hold the whole galaxy.

the first time it happened, it was an accident. something you never thought before doing. how you would lean towards him and press a quick kiss right there—at the corner of his eyes.

jungwon blinked the first few times it happened, clearly surprised.

eventually, he smiled, clearly looking forward to when you’d kiss the corner of his eyes again.

one evening, he looked at you after another stolen kiss and asked softly, “why do you always kiss me there?”

you touched his cheeks with a shy smile.

“because your eyes look the happiest even before you realize you’re smiling.”

and jungwon felt his mind short-circuited.

he only pulled you closer, his eyes twinkling all over again.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 : his dimples

every time jungwon smiled, you always had a cute habit.

before kissing his dimples, you always poked them first.

just one gentle press of your fingertip against the indent in his cheek, like she needed to make sure it was really there.

jungwon would laugh every time.

“you know you can just kiss me.”

you smiled, poking his cheek before leaning in again.

“i know, but this part comes first.”

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