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And I donât even like you that much. Wait, I do, fuck. - ěěąí
⸠PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
SYNOPSIS Eom Seonghyeon has been your friend for years. When your other friend finally starts to pursue him, you encourage her, even planning out ploys to get her closer to him. You think itâs all working, but what you donât realise is that he likes someone else.
WARNINGS Swearing, injuries, bullying. This is a work of fiction, everything written is not real.
INFORMATION Slice of life, romance, fluff, readerâs parents own a cafe, light angst, Seonghyeon is smitten with reader lmao, heâs lowk really down bad but she doesnât rlly care, she likes him later dw, yearner!hyeon, swimmer!hyeon, reader lowk mean but thatâs js her love language I promise, flashbacks to when they were in middle school, more stuff will happen in the next chapter.
note: sorry if thereâs spelling/grammar errors.
credits to @angeliicide for the pink and green dividers.
âPlease! I promise you that I wonât be too much trouble! Iâll just walk behind. You guys wonât even notice me there.â
You sigh, turning around to face a customer. You hand them their coffee, saying a quick bye before turning around to face Mai.
âNow youâre just starting to sound like a stalker. If you really want to go with us, just come.â
You check the orders, twisting in place to grab another large cup. You can see the way Maiâs eyes light up at your words, her mouth curling up into a relieved smile.Â
You knew she liked Eom Seonghyeon for a while, her crush dating back since her first day of middle school.
She had always been too shy to say anything, but now that you were in the first year of high school, she had decided it was finally time to âmake a moveâ.
âReally? Thank you! Oh my gosh what am I going to doâŚâ she jumps around, almost squealing in excitement.
âYou can start by pumping the fucking caramel.â
The next day, Mai invites you to her house, telling you that she was stressed and needed more help than ever.
âWhich shirt should I wear?â
She holds up two, a pretty pink polo and a white long sleeve.
âJust layer the pink over the white, itâs gonna be cold out anyway.â You yawn, relaxing into her bed.
âBut, I want him to offer me his jacketâŚâ she pouts.
âThen wear the pink one, if youâre really that desperate.â The last part earned you a slap to your shoulder.
âWhatever.â She turns back around, switching through her hangers for a few moments before holding up two skirts.Â
âWhat skirt should I wear?âÂ
You mentally slapped your forehead, realising it was going to be a long morning.
She ended up wearing a pink button up, paired with a short denim skirt you picked out from the depths of her closet. She had even sprayed the citrus perfume that he had once called nice.
âDo you think heâll think Iâm cute?â
âMhm, and with this outfit heâll also get down on one knee and propose to you.â You remarked dryly, scrolling through whatever text messages Seonghyeon had sent now.
Today 11:34 am
Priss/prick
when are u comingggg
bro people keep staring at me
are you sure my fit doesnât look weird?
you know ive just stopped trying with my fits now
You
Why tf are u typing with ur caps off
Ik damn well u donât know how to turn auto cap off
Are u doing it manually like a loser?
Priss/prick
Shut up
Also finally u responded
What took u so long
You
Js wait
Mai is coming w us
Priss/prick
Your friend?
Why is she coming?
I js wanted it to be us two
You scrunch your nose at his words.
You
Broski watch ur words
We are NOT a couple
Priss/prick
Yk damn well thatâs not what I meant
Wtv js hurry uppp
I keep getting Grandmaâs come up to me and ask if I want to date their granddaughters
You
Maybe they js feel bad bc u look so ugly
Priss/prick
Sybau
You chuckle, locking your phone and shoving it into your pocket.
âMaiii, are you done yet?â You drawled, walking over to the outside of her door.
âYes, I just couldnât find the sambas he told me looked good!â A short moment later, her apartment door finally opens.
You both say a quick goodbye to her parents before walking to the elevator.
âBy the wayyy, has he said anything about me coming?â She asks, her eyes filled with hope.
Although youâre not too sure about what sheâs expecting.
You shrugged. âNothing much.â
She deflates a little, pursing her lips.
âDonât worry about it too much. Just be yourself.â You try to comfort, patting her shoulder gently as the doors open.
She nods, taking a deep breath to reassure herself.
You meet Seonghyeon at a park 20 minutes later.
He had sat on some random picnic table, his long legs crossed over each other. âFinally, what took you guys so long?â
You shrugged and Mai just awkwardly smiled behind you, a pick tinge already at the corners of her ears.
âHi.â She says.
Seonghyeon stands up and waves at her before staring at you.
âWhat?â
âI thought Saturdays were just for us two. Why did she have to come?â He doesnât say it with any malice, his tone light and barely harsh. He just seemedâŚcurious? Maybe confused?Â
Your eyebrows connect for a millisecond at his words. He canât be serious, you think.
âShe just wanted to come. Also, be nice to her.â You say, taking a step closer and flicking off some lint on his hoodie. âYouâre acting like the whole hangout is ruined just because she came.â
He shrugs at that. âIâm not saying itâs ruined.â
âThen why do you keep asking me why she came?â
You donât realise how close his face is until you make eye contact. His eyes almost soften as they look down into yours, or maybe youâre just imagining things.Â
âI just like it better when itâs us two.â
The hangout went as well as you expected it to.
Although it had a rocky start, with a few uneasy silences and awkward comments, by the end of it everyone was laughing.
He had even offered her his hoodie when it got colder, an action that made her almost as red as Martin when he was embarrassed.Â
He also treated her to açai, buying her a bowl and when you had visited a cafe after, he had opened her water bottle for her.
She had gushed all about it after, pacing around in her room in happiness.
âAnd he even knew the sidewalk rule! Gosh, heâs just soâŚperfect!â She says, plopping down onto her bed and smiling.Â
She grabs her plushie and lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling as she probably recalled the whole day once more.
You had been scrolling on your phone the whole time, responding to her sentences with various hums.
âHeâs just so nice! And handsome, and cuteâŚâ
âYou gonna name him the whole dictionary of nouns?â
She hits you with the plushie, turning on her side to face you.
âSay, how come you never liked him?â
The question makes you furrow your eyebrow. You look over at her, her curious eyes looking right at you.
âWell, I mean Iâd never thought of him that way before.â
âReallyyy? You can tell me anything, I wonât be mad.â She says, but you can see the way her hands tighten around the plushie, the twitch of her jaw telling you that she was nervous to hear what you had to say.
You sigh. What have you gotten yourself into? âDonât worry, itâs not like Iâd catch feelings for him anytime soon.â
The first time you had met Eom Seonghyeon was on the first day of middle school.
It wasnât anything special, just an assigned seat in math class.
At first he was quiet.
He didnât talk much, and he was quite shy.
Others would even tease him, calling him a princess because of how his demeanour and looks were.
You didnât really care about that though, just as long as he wasnât a snitch.
You would try to say hi every morning, trying to at least be polite.
After a week of awkward conversation, you had both finally started getting comfortable around each other.
You would both offer the other a snack snuck in through your bags, give each other answers, and even laugh at the most stupid jokes together.
A month after you had met, you went over to his place to meet his parents for the first time.
They were nice to you, offering you food and making sure you never went without a drink. His younger sister also quite liked you, discussing and watching dramas with you, something she had called âthe intellectualâs talkâ.
You found yourselves talking more outside of math class, even sitting together in classes you hadnât before.
Then when you started working at your parents cafe, he started showing up there. You would mess around with him during breaks, sometimes even taking bites out of his food. When things got too crazy, he would come behind the counter just to help you out.
âSo when can I apply to actually work here? You know I wonât be doing free labour foreverââ
âHyeon, Iâm going to smack you if you ask that question one more time.â
When he started swimming, you would show up to his practices, timing his laps and giving him towels when he needed. Some of his club members would even joke that you were like a housewife, except after a few weeks of ass-beating, they stopped calling you that.
During his meets you would cheer the loudest for him, even resorting to buying a megaphone just to yell his name out.
It wasnât really helping your reputation, but you just thought that was what friends were supposed to do.
You met Mai during your second year.
You hadnât exactly planned to become friends with her. You were polite when you needed to be, but never nice enough to say you wanted to be âbest friendsâ.
But then she started getting bullied.
You had caught them in an alley close to the school.
They had been kicking at her, making her curl up into a ball.
You had run in, grabbing one of the beer bottles off the floor and smashing it against the walls.
They had run off quickly after that, scared that you would actually hurt them.
She looked scared and her lip had been bleeding. You walked her home, carrying her bag and making sure she was alright.
The day after that, she started sticking around you more. She sat close to you and Seonghyeon during recess, even following you around until she reached her class.
At that point you just decided to become friends with her.
She told you about her crush a couple months later, saying that she saw him sitting next to you at the back of the classroom and thought he was the prettiest guy she had ever seen.
Now here she was, sending him love eyes from across the cafeteria.
He sat right in the middle next to Martin and Keonho, two guys he met through swimming. James and Juhoon sat across from them, both eating silently as the three bickered over something else.
She sighs wistfully, staring at him like he was a work of art. âDo you think he ever thinks about me?â
âNo.â You had said immediately.
She smacked your shoulder, making you rub the spot she hit.
âJust tell him you like him already. The worst thing he could say is no.â
âSee thatâs what you think! I just want to get closer with him. Like how close you two are!â
You turn, raising an eyebrow at her statement.
You think about it for a moment. How close were you two? You never thought of being âbest friendsâ with him, but you were close enough that you could probably show up to his place unannounced and he wouldnât even care.
You shake your head, pressing your lips into a thin line. âI donât think weâre as close as you think we areâŚâ
âWell how close do you think you are? Because back when I first started having a crush on him, I thought you two were like, close to dating already.â She reaches over your lunch, taking a few bites out of your sandwich.
âI wouldnât say weâre close, but weâre not exactly strangers either.â
âSo what would you call yourselves?â
You look back over at him. Heâs laughing at another joke when he catches your gaze, his eyes staring right back at you. He waves at you before turning back around and talking to his friends.
You look back at Mai, who seems to be finishing up the sandwich now.
âCasual. Iâd say weâre casual friends.â
âYou think weâre casual?â Seonghyeon asks.Â
He sits in front of you, tilting his head against the train window.
Your parents had both decided to go on a strawberry picking trip together, saying that they all needed to try something new. Much to your disappointment, his little sister was at a sleepover, so it was just you two.
You hadnât told him about Maiâs crush, but you did bring up the topic of what you had been talking about.
âIs that how you see it?â
He shakes his head, looking out the window now. âI did think we were a little more than that though.â
âReally? What did you think we were?â Youâre not sure why you asked that, knowing that some part of that question could have alluded to something more.
He seems to think for a moment before sitting up, staring at the train ceiling.
âI donât know. A lot of the stuff we do together are things that best friends would do, and sometimes we grow a little too distant but still come back to each other.â He shoves his hands into his pockets, thinking about his next words. âWe talk, at least once everyday even though weâre not in the same classes anymore, but we also went through that period where we just didnât have the time to be close, but we understood each other enough to know that we didnât mean to hurt each other.â
You stare at him as he speaks, the way his lips form different shapes to speak, the way his eyebrows twitch as he recalls all the memories, the way his hair falls over his eyes as he moves around.Â
You realise that everything he says is true.
To say it simply, you had stopped talking for about three months in your last year of middle school.
It wasnât anything abrupt, and it wasnât like you guys had some big argument.
You just stopped.
He stopped sending you those nonsense reels and you stopped calling him.
It wasnât like you guys had been rude or said something unforgivable.
You were both just really burnt out.
The cafe wasnât doing well and he kept getting injuries that prevented him from swimming.
He kept getting some type of shoulder and neck pain, which prevented him from doing his events, while your parents kept struggling to pay the cafe bills.
You ended up having to take a few other jobs around town, getting one at a record store and another cafe.
It started off small, with missed calls and texts. Sometimes you would both leave the other on read, too tired to respond back.Â
After a while, Mai found it awkward to choose between sides.
âSo donât. You donât have to stick around either of usâyou have other friends.â
You donât know what caused you to say that. You had smacked your hand over your mouth, and had apologised immediately after. She knew you didnât mean it in a bad way, you had just said it in a bad manner.
She knew you were too stressed and tired to care, so she ended up taking your advice just to make it easier.
You still feel bad months later, but it ended up helping her as she actually began to put herself out there more, even hanging out with girls she had once told you terrified her because they were so pretty.
The interactions with Seonghyeon before the break were just filled with âsorry for missing outâ or whatever favors your parents needed from the other. You two just got too busy to keep each other in your lives, so you let go of it.
You remember his last message before the break being âSee you.â
The odd thing about it was that you didnât miss him at all during the three months.
You were too focused on trying to keep things at your jobs together while also keeping up with your studies.
It didnât feel awkward seeing him at school, but it didnât exactly feel comfortable either.Â
He didnât disappear from your life. His presence was still there, just quieter.Â
You didnât wave to each other like you always did, instead just making eye contact before looking away.Â
You remember the day you had reconnected.
The cafe was doing well again, and your parents could even hire another person to work so you didnât have to. You didnât hear much about him, maybe a few updates from Mai, saying that he was doing really well in swimming now.
You had just been sitting around your room, watching some random show when your phone started vibrating.
It was a facetime call from Seonghyeon.
The photo that popped up was an old baby polaroid of him, something that his parents had shown you last year. You had forgotten you had set it to that picture, remembering his protests about it.
You didnât know how to feel.
You werenât shocked, but you werenât upset either.
Were you happy? Overjoyed? You didnât know.
You simply swiped to answer, as if you didnât just spend weeks not talking.Â
You find his face staring back.Â
You recognised the swim lockers behind him, but that wasnât the point.
He held up a gold medal, smiling stupidly as Keonho and Martin cheered behind him. Water was still dripping down the sides of his hair, the pink towel you had always brought for him now wrapped around his neck.
âI won.â
Back to the present, you sit down on a wooden bench in the shade, fanning yourself as hot air blows past.
Your parents all had scattered across the field, both your mothers taking pictures almost everywhere. Your fathers had decided to do a little bet, something about who could pick the most.
A few school kids ran around the bushes, playing some random game and even seeing who could pick the biggest berry. Their yellow hats peeked out just above, the bright sun shining down on the plastic.
You stared at the ground, watching some ants crawl across the dirt.
âWhat are you thinking about?â
You hear his voice behind you before something cold is pressed against your neck, making you flinch.
You turn, staring at him in annoyance.
âWhere did you even get that?â
Seonghyeon opens the soda one handed, giving it over to you while sitting down.
âReceptionist? I donât know what itâs called but there was a vending machine where you had to sign up.â
You hum in acknowledgment, taking a quick sip.
âHow many strawberries did you pick?â
âLike 30? I gave them to my mum though, Iâve no idea what she did with them.â You shrugged. âWhat about you? How many did you pick?â
âHmm, 40? I just picked whichever ones looked good. I think my mum wants to make a jam out of it.â
âIs she on a baking spree again?â
The conversation flowed easily after that.Â
The topic went from school to work, swimming to basketball. After that, you both decided to walk through the fields, taking photos off of the digital camera he bought you last spring.Â
Although for some reason he ended up taking more pictures of you than himself.
Weird, but you didnât question it.
After about an hour, you returned back to your parents, only to see a frantic woman screaming out some kid's name.
âWooju! Wooju! Where are you?â Her voice echoed across the farm, making a few other visitors turn their heads. Her voice was hoarse and starting to crack, clearly tired from how many times she had probably called out for the kid.
20 kids were already around her, calling out Woojuâs name with their shrill voices. A few were even starting to cry, their wails becoming louder than the teacher.
Your dads had decided to help the lady, while also dragging you two along. A few of the other visitors ended up looking as well, along with a bunch of other teachers from different schools.
You and Seonghyeon walked to the far edges of the farm, calling out the kidâs name.
Your voices echoed right after the other, the calls becoming much more intense as the search went on.
âHe canât have gone into the forest, right?â
âDonât jinx it. Letâs just keep our search in the field and if weâre really desperate, weâll go into the forest.â
After a few minutes, the sky had started to go dark. The previously blue skies were now turning into a muddled orange.
Luckily your motherâs had brought flashlights, so you and Seonghyeon had delved deeper into the fields while sticking closely together.
At this point, a whole search party was out for the kid.
Farmers from across the town were all in the field, along with a few big helpers who decided to go into the edges of the forest in case the kid had really gone that far.
After a few minutes of searching with Seonghyeon, both of you stared into the forest close by. The forest looked way darker than it was this morning, looking more like a horror film set rather than a peaceful painting.
âShould we check?â You had asked out of worry for the small boy.
âIt wouldnât hurt.â
You didnât want to seem scared in front of him, so you hardened your resolve and walked forward. You stood in front of it, the fence only reaching your thigh. It felt forbidden to cross, but you bring your leg over, pushing yourself onto your arms and landing on the other side.
He hopped over the fence right after you, staying very close to you in case something happened. You both walked tentatively, cautiously looking around for anything that even looked slightly dangerous.
You couldnât hear anything from the fields, and the ground in front of you was starting to get darker. The trees were starting to get denser as well, the path now only able to fit three people.
You were a little scared, but you tried to push it down, knowing that the kid was probably more scared than you.
You took another step forward, bringing your flashlight anywhere in front of you. You could only recognise the sound of your breathing and the faint crunch of the leaves underneath your shoes.
âHey..âÂ
You flinched at hearing Seonghyeonâs voice so close to you. In the silence, you realised your heart started beating against your chest loudly, adrenaline and fear raging through your body.
âWhat?â
Your tone came out a little brash, sounding harsher than you meant it to be.
He didnât seem to care, just sighed and switched over his flashlight to his right hand.
âHold my arm.â
âHuh?â
You couldnât process what he had said properly until he held out his arm, offering it to you.
âIf it makes you feel safer, hold my arm.â
You were about to refuse until a cold breeze blew in, the darkness around you starting to seem much more clearer than before. The branches rustle all around you, the trees suddenly feeling much, much bigger. You hear crows cawing out far away from you, but itâs loud enough that it sends you shivers up your spine.
âFine.â
You wrapped your hand around his arm, the fabric of his long sleeve soft and warm.
This doesnât mean anything. You thought to yourself.
Mai was the one who liked him, not you.
Every step you took forward made you feel more nervous than the last, but at least you knew Seonghyeon would be next to you the whole time.
Itâs not that his presence comforted youâ
Well, maybe it did.
But, maybe it was more like âif something happened you could just push him as bait and run awayâ type of comfort.
âWooju?â
You had called out, trying to hear anything else other than your thunderstorm of a heartbeat.
âWooju!â Seonghyeon had echoed, looking over to the left.
Itâs too quiet.
You want to turn back, but the image of a little boy curling up and crying pushes you forward. You canât imagine how scared he must beâyou just hope that heâs okay.
âHello?â
The small voice comes from the left, interrupting your thoughts.
You both turn immediately, finding a yellow hat peek out from behind a tree.
Two eyes pop out as well, their pupils dilating as you immediately point the flashlight in towards that direction.
âYou were saying my name.â
You immediately let go of Seonghyeon, rushing over to the kid and making sure he was okay.
You look all over him, seeing if there were any injuries. You see a giant red smear on his calf, calling Seonghyeon to come over as well.
Wooju notices your gaze, looking down at his legs. âThatâs just strawberries; Kana rubbed all of us with it!â He had laughed out, giving both of you a toothy smile.
You notice the top part of his gum bleeding, immediately making you lean back down.
âWhat happened here?â You pointed at it, making sure he was comfortable with you pulling his lip up.
âI bit into a really big strawberry and lost my tooth! Itâs in my pocket-wait,â the small boy rustles around his shortâs pockets, digging through whatever trinkets he had in there.
âHere!â He pulls the large strawberry outâalmost deformed with the ridges and leaves at the top. Stuck right in the middle is a small tooth, the dried residue of blood staining the part that was attached to his gum.
You look at Seonghyeon, who also looked relieved but also exasperated.
âMy mummy said that the tooth fairy gives you more money for bigger teeth!â
Seonghyeon snorts, pushing his free hand into his pocket. âOh actually the tooth fairy isnâtââ you kick the back of Seonghyeonâs leg before he could say anything.
âThatâs very sweet Wooju. Now, has she also told you that you shouldnât go into forests without anyone with you?â You try to say in a soft voice, reminding yourself that you were still in the forest where anything could happen.Â
You already knew that Seonghyeon was probably making fun of you behind your back, probably pretending to gag at your soft act.
Wooju frowns, a pouty expression now on his face. âThe lady said we could go anywhere!â
âRight. Well, you have to go back now.â
âNo!â He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his puffed out chest.
You sigh before Seonghyeon steps in front of you, leaning down just enough so that heâs the kid's height. âDo it or weâll feed you to the wolves.â
âDo you think Seonghyeon likes me back?â
You wake up to hearing those exact words, already having regretted opening your eyes.
âShut up.â
You turn, begging for sleep to take you back, only for the windows to be abruptly opened.
You groaned, opening your eyes and finding Maiâs silhouette standing right next to the bed.
âCan you please help me?â
You sigh, propping yourself up on your elbow and rubbing your eyelids. You notice from the corner of your eyes that she starts to pace around the room, her hands scrunching the hem of her skirt.
âI really like him, but I realised last night that he barely knows me!â She sighs.
âI know heâs probably just being nice, but I really do like him! And I donât want to be confused about anything when Iâm with him, so can you help me?â
âNo.â
You turn, about to cover yourself in your blankets when she rips them off of you, the covers thudding against the floor.
âPlease! Even if it ends in rejection, I still want to try!â
You sighed, staring at the ceiling. âIf I help you, can you give me my covers back?â
âYes.â
âOkay.â
You sit up properly, watching as she almost jumps at you.
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â
She smiles, her eyes sparkling in excitement.
âSo, whatâs the first step I should take?â
You get off your bed, grabbing your covers and folding them onto the bed. âWell, first, Iâm gonna tell him that all three of us should hang out, and then Iâll pretend to cancel so that you two can get some alone time.â
âIf thatâs your plan, couldnât I just ask him to hang out?â
âWell, are you going to ask him?â
She thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head, her lips pressed into a thin line of embarrassment.
âSo, is that it?â
âYep.â You say, popping the âpâ a little too loud. âIâll text him and say weâll be going to the mall.â
âBut what if he gets suspicious?â
âSuspicious of what? As far as he knows, itâs just two friends going to the mall.â
Donât Wanna Fall in Love - ěěąí
PART ONE PART TWO
SYNOPSIS On a fateful day of promotions, you meet Eom Seonghyeon for the first time on camera, and for some reason, the paparazzi just canât seem to let go of the interaction between you two.
WARNINGS Obsessive and weird fans, slight injury, cyber-bullying/very mean comments, mental instability, angst/light angst depending on how you see it. This is a work of fiction, everything written is not real.
INFORMATION Seonghyeon is smitten, reader is a Hearts2Hearts member, Seonghyeon and reader used to know each other as kids, this part is mainly just the sad parts.
note: Iâm sorry to all my followers that I take so long to post. School has kind of taken away all my inspiration. Also we hit 100 followers (đđ) a while ago, and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories 𫶠hopefully you guys like this.
It wasnât anything noteworthyâmatter of fact, it wasnât even anything to care about.
Just a small bow to each other.
And suddenly it all blew up.
In a world of boys heâs a gentleman #seonghyeon #eomseonghyeon #cortisÂ
At first, it was okay. 3.5 million views, comments all praising his manners.
ungwoion: He has such good manners đĽš
â lngshot warrior: lmao you guys just love the bare minimum
chao yufine asf: omg James behind him đ¤¤
gojosbbl: Awww heâs so cuteeeÂ
Stellaâs my gf: omg I just realised sheâs technically his senior
No one questioned it, after all he was just a rookie at another music show, paying his respects to another group.
UntilâŚ
Jaehyuns big left toe: I dont go here but I swear he likes her
The comment got 20 thousand likes.Â
It wasnât much, but it was enough for people to get the message.
It started slow, a few more comments here and there.Â
Miaaa: Bro her and Seonghyeon would be so cute togetherrrr
âeommmmjiii: OMGGG THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING TOOOOO
Again, it was slow. Mainly because there was so much push back against the shippers, but of course a few cracks were beginning to show.
It started with editsâmashups of your groups songs and clips of you two actually talking in interviews suddenly started going crazy viral, almost every single edit getting over a hundred thousand likes.
There was a particular one where both of you were in separate interviews, talking about your passions for music. Ian had replayed it hundreds of times around you, playing the audio so loud that it started annoying everyone else.
Then photos started coming outâfake ones of course, but they looked real enough for everyone to start believing it.
You didnât mind it, matter of fact you didnât care at all, you didnât even know the guy anymore! You just wanted to focus on your group's music, so you ignored it.Â
Dating someone while in the industry was messy enough, but to date someone else also in the industry? That was basically a nuke for your career.
Although you had gone to the same elementary school as him, you barely remembered anything from back then. Maybe a few shared laughs and jokes, but you had moved away soon after. You had even taken and passed the middle school equivalency exam when you turned 12 and the high school equivalency exam the minute you turned 14, so you had absolutely no experience in dating in your teenage life at all.
You had no idea how the media thought you could date anyone, but nevertheless they persisted.
It was late at night when it started getting serious.
You went on live with Ian, eating a late night dinner after a fanmeeting in Japan. At this point, most of your fans were convinced something was happening between you two.
The minute you waved to the camera thousands of comments started flooding in, all about the same thing.
ThebigTTTS: Are you dating someone?
Obviously you knew why they were so curious, but it wasnât like something was going to happen between you two.
Ian knew it was meant for you, but had replied to it nonetheless and said no, also indirectly saying no for you, bringing up how the whole group was too busy for such things.Â
So you thought his obsessive fans could rest, knowing their precious prince was single.
It worked a little, some of the edits and comments starting to wane.
Then, a few days after, Seonghyeon and Keonho had gone live.
The comments were pretty much the same thing, and they had also said no to dating someone.
You thought that was it, the rumours would go away, and you wouldnât have to care about anything to do with him anymore.
Then came the MAMA awards.
Both your groups had won Rookie of the year, a few tears here and there but overall you were happy.
You had been walking off the stage, other groups walking around you. Ian was next to you, smiling and laughing about the award. A few fans on the ground floor had their phones out, holding banners and waving them up in the air.Â
You had waved to a few, not paying attention to what was in front of you when you had suddenly bumped into someone. The collision was soft enough to not hurt, but nonetheless you had decided to apologise and bow.Â
You hadnât seen their faces as you were too busy being embarrassed and bowing, mentally slapping your forehead for not looking at your surroundings.
You were about to walk away when the personâs voice cut through your apologies.
âItâs okay, boyfriends are supposed to forgive their girlfriends for something small, right?â
The sentence made you stop mid bow, looking up to see the personâs face.
Eom Seonghyeon stood in front of you.
An amused look was on his face, his hands in his pockets. His earpiece hung loosely around his neck as he stood back casually, the proximity between you two close enough that you could reach an arm out and touch his.
His hair fell perfectly styled over his face, his plump lips curled up into a small smile. His dark brown eyes stared right at you, crinkled at the sides in enjoyment at the situation (although you arenât sure whether heâs laughing at you, or heâs just really happy after winning).
You couldnât react, too frozen in place to even offer a polite laugh to his joke.Â
The stage was too crowded with idols, a few even almost bumping into you as you stared at him. Fans were still cheering around you, the fans close to the barricades in particular being the loudest. You couldnât hear what they were saying, but you could feel the eyes on you.
You felt too exposed, your skin suddenly prickling up.
You were lucky that the fans were far enough to not hear his words, but everyone could see how close together you were.Â
You stepped out of your trance, giving him a polite smile before waving and walking off. He waved back too, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
You donât get why he seemed so amusedâwhat if fans took that the wrong way? Cameras were everywhere, and if you got into another dating scandal with him, you were sure that would be the end of your career.
Your group members had walked off without you, already backstage and telling you to hurry up.
âWhat were you doing?â Stella had asked, pulling you close to the group as you walked through the halls.Â
âIâll tell you later.â
âSeriously? Thatâs what he said?â Stella exclaimed, but because she was wearing a face mask, her words had come out almost strained.
âDid you say anything back?â
You sat on the bed, having finished your nighttime skin routine.
âNo, I just smiled and waved him off.â
âOkay, thatâs good.â She fans her face, turning away and looking into the mirror. âAs long as you didnât keep the conversation going for too long. Tell our manager about it, and just hope the fans donât take it the wrong way.â
You had nodded at that, hoping that her words would be true. Again, it was just a mistake, plus just another bow.
As long as they had listened to your words, nothing would happen.
Obviously it did not work.Â
Once again, the clip between you two went mega viral.
10 million views on twitter, with just over seven hundred thousand likes all in the span of one night.
âSuuperjellyous: They HAVE to be dating
âgojoâs left arm: omggg the way he grinned at her đ¤đ¤
Those comments were the same as always; a little delusional but harmless.
But of course, hate comments were bound to follow.
Poyoyiii: Am I the only one who thinks sheâs weird as shit for doing that? Like she probably did it on fucking purpose.
VOTE FOR CORTIS! | STREAM COTL: ew why would Seonghyeon ever talk with someone like her lmaooo
Hummingbird501: I fucking hate her so much. She definitely planned that shit. Now Seonghyeon is going to get hate again.
Wonyoungieee: Sheâs so fucking chopped holy shit
You ignored those comments for the most part. Obviously they had affected you to some degree, but it was just part of the job. You couldnât allow them to affect you.
Getting into scandals this early into your career was never ideal. You felt bad, if only you had been paying attention to where you were walking it wouldâve never reached this scale. The rumours were just starting to get cleared too, and now all that time spent mending it just went to waste.
Management had called you in the afternoon, explaining what they had planned.
They were obviously going to release a statement, mainly about anyone spreading false information and rumours that had been made clear as false would be taken legal action against. You had agreed to it, hoping that it would all clear up soon.
It did not.
In fact, it got worse.
You had just landed back in Korea, a few reporters here and there but not enough that you felt overwhelmed.
You donât remember much, just recalling how you were just walking when a sudden, sharp pain hit you at the side of the head. It stung for a few moments and it was very much a shock, causing you to stop in your tracks.
Your members were around you immediately, A-na staying by your side while your managers started rushing you out.
You had found out later that it was a water bottle that struck youâcapped, so the water wouldnât have spilled out everywhere at least.
Clips of it were already spreading online, multiple angles of it everywhere.
Of course, there was a lot of sorrow, mainly how a lot of the fans felt bad that you were getting treated so badly.
You felt so embarrassed.
You were known to be quiet, barely grabbing peopleâs attention unless you were performing. Now suddenly the harsh spotlight was thrust upon you, following your every move and just waiting for you to crash.
Yuha and Juun had taken away your phone before you could read any of the hate comments.
You had to start recording soon, plus choreography and filming content. You didnât have the time for this.
âJustâŚgo to sleep. We have practice tomorrow morning.â
The next day, funeral wreaths were posted outside the SM building. Your heart had sunk the minute you stepped out of the van, feeling like the world had just stopped. Stella and Ye-on made you put your head down, making sure you couldnât see it.
You were a little grateful they did, as you wouldâve almost just started crying right then and there. Photographers were taking pictures everywhere, any photos of you crying would just make the situation worse. Your manager made sure to have them taken away, but the wreaths had done their damage.
You ended up crying in the hallway later, stifling your whimpers and cries, hoping that no one could hear you.
You stayed up that night, staring at the ceiling.
You couldnât believe so many people hated you. Just for rumours? Just for a guy you didnât even know? You were angry and sadânothing was even confirmed, how could they hate you so much?
You werenât just angry at the fans, you were even more furious at him.
If he hadnât said that stupid joke, you wouldnât have been in this situation in the first place. If you hadnât just done that stupid bow, all of this would just stop.
You wish you could take it all backâmaybe stop yourself from ever even interacting with him.
It started affecting you in practice.Â
You would space out and forget choreography. You had even stopped eating, not bothering to even feed yourself after the most tiring practice sessions. Your voice would crack, and you found yourself feeling much weaker on days you were usually so energetic. Filming during variety shows had to keep getting cut short because you would forget how to do the challenge right in the middle of it.
Your members would try to take care of you, forcing you to sleep and even piling their phones up on the dinner table so you wouldnât feel alone.
Ian and Ye-on would even invite you to sleep in their room, just so they could comfort you as you slept.
After a week, you started getting better.Â
The rumours were starting to disappear, and dispatch was finally starting to stop following you around. You were eating and drinking more, and you werenât making as much mistakes as before.
Then the elementary photos came out.
Photos of you two, posing and pressing your dimpled cheeks together. There were a lot of themâmaybe about 40 photos of just you two hanging out as kids.
Hundreds of articles were out in the next hour, all talking about the same damn thing.
Childhood friends to lovers? An idol love storyâŚ
Comments were flooding the groups accounts, all ranging from blatant insults to outright death threats.
The company immediately released a statement, most of it re-stating the legal actions they would take if the discourse continued, while also acknowledging the friendship you two once shared.
Your members stayed with you for the next hour, hugging you and wiping away your tears.
Then a day after, a random number started texting you.
Unknown: Iâm sorry.
You felt yourself typing before you could even think about it.
what for?
Unknown: Everything. I promise Iâll do something to make it up to you.
You scoffed at that, typing onto your phone with more annoyance and frustration than you even had.
Like what? Youâre acting like you can magically fix this whole situation.
Unknown: I promise. I donât break promises, Iâm sure you remember that, right?
Donât talk like you know me. You have no right to talk about our memories together when theyâve done nothing but hurt me now.
You watch as the gray chat bubble popped up before disappearing, leaving your message on read.
It had been two hours since.Â
You felt bad about that last messageâyou know that the scandal wasnât just affecting you, and yet all you did was shut him out.
But all you could do was feel angry at him.
Angry that it all happened, angry that you let it affect you and the group so much, and even ashamed that you even felt so enraged in the first place.
Again, you donât remember much from your elementary days, but judging by the photos, you guys actually seemed really close. You wondered why you couldnât remember any of it.
If he remembered it all, did that last message hurt him more than you thought?
You went to sleep that night, feeling almost like you were drowning in an ocean of thoughts, each bad comment or situation you remembered dragging you deeper and deeper.
What were you even going to do tomorrow?
Should you just pretend like nothing happened? Your company was already going to release another statement, it was just a matter of when. Your phone kept pinging with every notification, each one getting you more uneasy.
He hadnât texted back since, and you were already feeling anxious as to what he was going to do.
What did he mean by his âpromiseâ? This wasnât some k-drama where everything would be solved with one little statement.
This was the real world, where things had consequences for everything.Â
A good deed never goes unpunished.
BEST FRIENDS - Eom Seonghyeon
PART ONE PART TWO
Your relationship with Seonghyeon is completely undefined. Others call you a couple and yet the only thing you can do is shrug at their questions.
In which, you both donât seem to mind being friends or in a relationship all in one.
Seonghyeon x f!reader, slice of life, romanceâa few cameos of different idols.
note: reupload with some edits bc for some reason I ended up deleting the original. sorry to my followers whoâve already read this. also we reached 80 followers đđ
âCan you hold still?â
âHow can I hold still when your breath smells of garlic bread.â Seonghyeon grunts.
You smack him on the shoulder.
7 am, did Seonghyeon decide to wake you up and ask if you could do his skin care. You had groaned but got up anyway.
You sit cross legged, letting Seonghyeon put his right hand on your hip and the left on the bathroom counter underneath. His thumb traced the outline of your thin tank, his warm touch making you feel relaxed. He wore sweats and a black shirt, something you had bought years ago for him.
The cool essence of the face mask drips down your hand as you adjust it on his face, cringing as it drips down to your elbow.
âThis is an unpleasant sensation.â He mumbles, his eyes closed but his eyebrows twitching.
You chuckle but ease up the pressure, making sure your fingers werenât pressing too hard.
âDone.â You say, tapping on his shoulder to go. He gets out of his leaning position over the counter, looking straight into the mirror next to you and letting you hop off.
The mask sticks onto his face like glue, his features immediately freezing up to not make it shift off. You wash your hands as he adjusts a small piece around his eye, eventually giving up when it wouldnât stick properly.
You walk back into his bedroom, flopping onto his bed and wrapping the fluffy blanket you always brought along whenever you slept over.
The bed dips next to you as you relax, looking up to find Seonghyeon on his phone. No doubt was he scrolling through the new rumours or âinformationâ on reels. You always teased him for it, being gullible enough to listen to what nonsense he thought was important.Â
You stay like this for a moment, relaxed and unbothered about anything happening outside. You could hear his little sister talking loudly through his walls, his mother vacuuming the floor, and his father outside mowing the lawn.
âCan we get açaĂ for breakfast?â He suddenly asks. He shows you a video onlineâan açaĂ shop near you both. The bowl looked really good, banana slices, cream, and walnuts all around the edges.
âOne of these days this addiction will kill you.â You chuckle against his sheets.
You sit up and yawn, leaning forward to see more of the video.
âDeath by açaĂ addiction wouldnât be too bad.â He shrugged, the face mask at his side slightly lifting.
You shoot him an unimpressed look before nodding.
âWant to go at eight?â
âWhy do you keep stealing my strawberries?â You turn to him, scrunching your nose when another strawberry lands into his mouth.
âIt tastes better coming from yours.â He simply says, acting as if it was a reasonable answer.
You shake your head while taking another bite out of the smoothie bowl, letting the wind blow through your hair. He wiggles closer to you, noticing you shiver slightly and letting his body heat do the work.
You wore his hoodie and jorts while he wore your beanie and rings. It seemed like second nature to share everything between you twoâwhether it was clothes or untold secrets, nothing could be kept from the other.
He reaches for another strawberry but you lightly smack him with the side of your spoon. He withdraws his hand, but a cheeky smile crawls onto his face.Â
His other hand suddenly zooms past yours, successful in the capture of the strawberry.
âHey!â You smack his shoulder as he coyly bites into the berry.
âToo bad, so sad.â He teases, laughing at your pouty expression.
You had been sitting at one of the outside tables, preventing you from seeing the chaos inside.
Louis smacks one of his friends at the side, gaining their attention and pointing at you both. âYo, someone take a pic.â
Ye-on looks up from her phone, watching as the two of you argue about something else. âYou do it. You have the digital camera.â
âI would, but like, I donât want their love story in my memory card.â
Kya rolls her eyes, swiping the camera out of his hands and snapping a photo. The picture wasnât nice, the glass reflected the cameraâs glare making anyone barely able to see what the intended scene was supposed to be.
âBro, come onnn.â Louis groans as Kya chucks the camera into his hands, Woojin at his side chuckling.
They all watched as you both walked away from the store, your hands dangerously brushing up against each otherâs, and yet you didn't make any effort for it to go further.Â
Seonghyeon walks you to your house, arguing with you about some new topic the school was obsessed with.Â
âIâm telling you, I saw them at the arcade last week!â His words echo across the quiet street, one passerby taking a quick glance before minding his own business.
âYou shouldâve pointed it out to me then!â You whack the side of his torso, acting annoyed at his âincompetenceâ.
âMy bad, but next time you shouldnât be so interested in that damn driving game.â He grumbled, rubbing at the area you hit him but still keeping up with your pace.
âThatâs not my fault, I was number one on that game for two months straight, I was not going to get beat by someone under the name ârizzler6769â.âÂ
âAh, Seonghyeon! If you told me you were here I wouldâve prepared those cookies you liked!â
Your mother runs over, hugging Seonghyeon as if he was her child coming home from the war.
âWow, have you been working out? You look so much taller now too!â
He grins at her, flashing her his dimples. âWell youâve gotten much prettier in the time weâve been apart.â
You almost roll your eyes at his flattery, it was no wonder why your mother liked him so much. You go up to your room, letting them catch up for a bit. You hear laughter through the walls every few seconds, letting you know it was going well.
After a few minutes, your door is immediately opened.
You turn, lifting your head to see Seonghyeon take off his shoes and sigh.Â
He launches himself on your bed, letting your warm sheets envelop him. He wraps his arms around your hips, burying his face into your waist.
You donât mind his touch one bit, going back to doomscrolling on reels. He stays there the whole time, not moving once. Youâd maybe feel him shift his position for a few seconds but his arms forever remained wrapped around you.
âDo you want to go out for lunch? We could go to that new restaurant around the corner.âÂ
He shakes his head, the hair sticking out of his beanie slightly tickling your revealed skin. You feel the cold metal of the rings against your back, making you shift uncomfortably.
He notices, immediately pulling them off and putting them to the floor, his head still remaining in its position. His breath is warm against your skin, brushing up against the exposed part of your waist.
He noticed that you had taken off his hoodie, it now hung on your chair, and was probably already added to your growing collection.
âIâm tired.â He mumbled.
You checked the time. âItâs only 11 am?â
âIt still doesnât change that Iâm tired.â
You ponder for a moment, putting your phone down and taking off his beanie. He lets you run your fingers through, messing up the hairdo he spent all morning trying to perfect. âThen, do you want some buldak?â
âSure.â
You stare at the clock ticking on the wall, watching the red hand move with each second.Â
Seonghyeon sits by your side, arms folded and leaning against his desk. His eyes were closed, clearly not paying attention to the story your English teacher was telling.
It was another personal one, the kind that let everyone know to just ignore and finish whatever task that was left unfinished for another class. Of course they felt bad about it, but when your English teacher constantly talked about themselves and was unnecessarily strict and harsh, no one ever actually felt bad enough to care.
You had been one of the unlucky ones that finished early. Too energetic to sleep, and too tired to actually listen.
As soon as the bell rang, everyone rushed out. A flurry of movements passed by in just a few seconds, footsteps rampaging around you two.
Seonghyeon perked up at the noise, wondering what everyone was running for.
âIs it Taco Tuesday?â He asks. You notice a few pieces of his hair going up like a hedgehogâs quills, making you snort.
You reach for his hair, and he obliges. He leans closer to you, letting you fix up the mess. He yawns, rubbing at his eyes as you stand and stretch from your prolonged sitting position.
âHurry up, the tacos arenât going to get themselves.â You gave him a quick pat on the shoulder before walking off. He nods, still rubbing his eyes.
He follows closely behind you, his eyes half closed and tie hanging loosely around his neck.Â
By the time you reached the cafeteria line, there was only one taco left. You snatched it up and paid for it, watching as everyone behind groaned with disappointment. You felt bad, but the tacos were always too good to pass on.
You walk up to Seonghyeon, letting him take the first bite.
âOnly one left.â
He hums in acknowledgment, chewing on the hard shell and lettuce. He stares into blank space for a moment, silence washing down your conversation for a few seconds. âYou know what this oddly reminds me of?â
You turn, facing him as he chews on the tacoâs hard shell. âHm?â
âWhen I told you I was Mexican and you believed it.â
You rolled your eyes. âOkay, I never said I believed it!â
âYou totally did! And when Keonho said he was Filipino too!â
âOkay, but him being Filipino was much more believable! Plus I didnât think youâd lie aboutâŚâ
Everyone at the tables watched as you two argued, your faces inches apart from each other.Â
âCan they just make out already?â Wonhee groaned, watching as you pointed a finger to his chest while he stared down at you, grinning at your annoyed face, clearly enjoying it.
âLiterally.â
They watched as you continued to argue with him, only to be shut up by him shoving the taco in your mouth. You chewed on it for a few moments, a small drop of the sauce clung at the side of your mouth.Â
He leans forward, wiping the sauce off. He stays like that for a few moments, staring into your eyes with such adoration that it would make anyone swoon, before flicking your forehead. He drags you towards your friends table as you yell at him, still chewing on the taco.
A collective sigh could be heard around the table.
âCan they just say theyâre together already?â
âI asked him about it last week and he just shrugged.â
âI just thought they were friends?â
âYou do all of that with your friends?â
âI do that with the guys all the time.â
ââŚIâm gonna start a rumour.âÂ
Best nail artist ever - Eom Seonghyeon
After a late night at the convenience store, your member decides to ask you for help on painting his nails.
Eom Seonghyeon x 6th member f!reader, slice of life, fluff, romance
note: kind of rushed, sorry about that. credits to @uzmacchiato for the divider.
âGrab the chips bro.â James snatches a pack off the rack, tossing it into the basket absentmindedly.
You press your lips into a thin line, watching as it lands on top of the other snacks they decided to get.
âHow much does this all cost?â
âMartinâs paying for it allâhey, have you ever tried Dr Pepper?â Keonho turns around and points at the pack in front of him. They were all stacked on top of each other, a few cans missing from the sides. It was clear that the previous customers had ripped into the cardboard. Whether they stole it or bought it separately, you didnât seem to care.
You shrug. âI heard it tastes like medicine.âÂ
Martin walks over, now beside you. You know by the look in his eyes that heâs curious; he eyes the pack like itâs some piece of candy
The deal is sealed when Juhoon waddles over as well, now on your other side.
Keonho asks for his opinion. âShould we get the 12 pack or 24?â
You exasperatedly hold the basket in your hands as they talk. They dragged you out of your room so fast that you had to abandon your headphones.Â
What a shame, now you couldnât block out their bickering.
âGet the 24 pack, the fridge still has a lot of space.â
Now everyone had suddenly surrounded youâJames came up behind and Seonghyeon had jumped in next to Keonho. You yawn, watching them quarrel.
âNo, what if it doesnât taste good? We wouldâve just wasted money for no reason.â
âBut if it does taste good, everyone is going to like it and weâll have to come back here again.â
âHow popular in the states is it?â
âBut itâs like 70 dollars! I donât want to pay for something that no one likes!â You lean towards Seonghyeon as Martin and Keonho argue.Â
You both chuckle at everyoneâs antics as the argument goes on. He offers to hold the basket for you but you shake your head.
âBut if everyone likes it, then this is the one to go with!â Keonho says while picking up the 24 pack.
âWhy canât we just get Cola like we always do?â
âThe states really like this though! I just want to see the hype.â
âThatâs 70,000 won dude.â
âHow about we buy one, share it and see if everyone likes it?â Your manager interjects. He crosses his arms, his expression clearly unimpressed.
âYou guys donât even know how it tastes yet.â
Everyone shrugs.
âFair point.â
You sigh in relief. After that, everyone disperses and goes off somewhere in the store.
You feel the basket get heavier when a can is put in, but get confused when another pressure of weight is added. You turn and see that Keonho had sneakily put one more can inside.Â
You raise your eyebrow at him.
âJust for good measure.â He reasons.
By the time you go up to pay, the basket is so full with snacks they almost fall out. Seonghyeon stands beside you, holding a few snacks of his own.Â
As you stand waiting, you pick at your polished nails. Itâs a mix of random pastelsâmainly pink and green. You click your tongue, noticing that the polish has gotten patchy. It had only been a few days since you last painted them, so your annoyance was understandable.
Just as you scratch a small bit off, you notice Seonghyeon mimicking your actions, checking out his own nails. Theyâre smooth and look clearly untouched, making you feel almost envious.
As you get closer to the counter, Seonghyeon suddenly grabs your arm. You look up and he clears his throat.
âHey, could youâŚpaint my nails later?â
âCan you hold still?â
âIâm sorry! Youâre breathing really hard though and it tickles my hand.â He mumbles.
You look up, your eyebrows furrowing.
âIâm breathing normally?â
You shake your head and continue, but move your head a bit further back. He had chosen white and grey for his nails, the colours barely standing out in the midst of his dark sheets.
You both sit in his bed while a random show plays on his phone screen. You occasionally tuned it out to focus on his nails, careful to not let it touch his skin.
After ten minutes, you had only painted his thumb and index finger, granted you werenât exactly a nail artist so this was the fastest you could go without too much of it getting on him. You had painted a few dots and stars on them, so the amount of time it took was excused.
âYouâre actually pretty good at this.â He flexes the fingers already painted, checking out the details.
As he does that, he grabs the Dr pepper you had been drinking out of off the floor, taking a sip for himself.
A warmth crawls from your neck to your cheeks, but you try to pay no mind to it. You were comfortable enough with eachother for it to not mean anything, and yet everytime he does it always has your heart thumping just a little bit faster.
âCould you do a black on my ring finger?â He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âSure.âÂ
You both stay like this for a momentâhands touching as the show continues. He doesnât seem to mind the contact one bit, and yet a small part of you cares a little too much about the proximity between you two. Martin and Keonho were out in the living room, watching whatever Korean youtuber entertained them for the night so it was just you two.
The room is quiet besides the aircon humming above, the cold air blowing on both of you time to time.
âGive me your left hand now.â
He obliges, checking out your work. He makes a noise of fascination and flexes his fingers after his prolonged stillness, checking the polish in different angles. He smiles brightly at it, making you chuckle at his reaction. You shake the cramps out of your hand, watching as he blows at the wet polish.
âI should ask you to do my nails more often.â
You hum in acknowledgmentâhe looks almost entranced with your work. A small pink dusts your cheeks after hearing his comment, but you internally shake your head.
âHowâs your finger now?â You ask, pointing to the brace around the finger he had broken a few months back.
âAh, itâs fine now.â He says, flexing it a little.Â
You nod before reaching for the grey polish.
âCan you pass me the thin brush?â You hold your other hand out while opening the bottle. Check the timeâ3am. You want to sigh, but also wanted to continue for Seonghyeonâs sake.
He gives it to you and you canât help but notice the way his fingers slightly linger against your palm. His touch is soft and gentle, making you almost gulp.
You donât question it and continue working, painting a large star on top of the white coat.
Itâs not like you could even date him, so there was no point in getting flustered over this.
After all, nothing would ever happen between you two.

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BEST FRIENDS - Eom Seonghyeon
PART ONE PART TWO
Your relationship with Seonghyeon is completely undefined. Others call you a couple and yet the only thing you can do is shrug at their questions.
In which, you both donât seem to mind being friends or in a relationship all in one.
Seonghyeon x f!reader, slice of life, romanceâa few cameos of different idols.
note: stupid draft I thought about for a while lmao. credits to @uzmacchiato for the divider.
Eom Seonghyeon is your best friend.
You bicker and scream at each otherâin a friendly way of course. Everyone sees the way you hit and punch each other, even though one minute later youâll both be sharing your food.
Everyone knows thisâstudents, teachers, parents, and even the janitors know about your relationship.Â
âI literally saw her grab the hem of his shirt.â
âRight? And the fact that he always pays for her when they go out!â
Murmurs and chatter echo around the school hallways. Itâs a daily occurrenceâeveryone wondering about the new adjustments to the two best friends.
You sit in maths, humming a song while working on a revision sheet next to Seonghyeon.
âYou did number three wrong.â
His voice cuts through your humming. You press your lips into a thin line before rubbing it out.
âYou also did number nine wrong.â
You look over to the side and find Seonghyeonâs chin on your shoulder. His eyes are focused on the revision sheet and in his hands is the jelly bean âbean-boozledâ pack that Keonho gave him that morning.
He tears into the plastic packaging. âYou used the wrong formula for 15.â
âAre you going to do this the whole time?â
âIâm already finishedâitâs not my fault you misread the question.â
You roll your eyes but make no further attempt to argue back. You hear him softly open the box, the jelly beans rolling around when he places it on the desk.
He smells of fresh linen and the vanilla cologne you got him for his birthday. Bits of his brown hair fall over his eyes and his plump lips purse when he sees the flavours.
ââToasted marshmallow or stinkbugâ, how the hell did they even get this flavour?â He murmurs.
You look over and he turns the box to you, letting your eyes scan the flavours.
ââStrawberry banana smoothie or dead fishâ?â You scrunch your nose in disgust, your interest completely lost.
Seonghyeon snorts. âShould I give that one Keonho?â
âYeah, do it.â
You continue working on your sheet while Seonghyeon does whatever doesnât bore him.Â
He sits close to you the whole time, his arm sometimes finding its way on top of your chair. You donât mind the proximity between you twoâyet everyone seemed to make a big deal out of it.Â
In fact, you find yourself leaning into it. Sometimes, when others would gossip, you wouldnât say anything and shrug it off.Â
Seonghyeon acted the same.
When Keonho would ask, he would shrug. Of course, with these cavalier attitudes you both seemed to have towards the situation ended up with even more whispers rolling around.
âThey have to be into each other.â
âIroha they could literally just be friends.â
Iroha rolls her eyes, groaning at her friend's ignorance.
âI saw them holding hands last week! Tell me if youâve ever held hands with your boy best friend.â
She leans in, whispering in Minjuâs ear.
âThe other day, they were in the cafeteriaâyou know how itâs always crowded? Iâm pretty sure I saw him wrap an arm around her waist so that she wouldnât get pushed around.â
She whispers it like itâs a scandal, watching Minjuâs eyes widen.
âAlright. Letâs assume that did happenâitâs still none of our business.â
Iroha purses her lips.
âGo ask her if youâre really curiousâ
âAsk who?â
They both jump at your sudden interruption. To them, it seemed like you had just popped out of nowhere when in reality you had been standing near them for the whole conversation.
Youâre not even sure how they didnât notice you.
Minju signals with her eyes, screaming out âASK HERâ.
âUhm, you actually. Can I ask whatâs going on between you and Seonghyeon.â
You want to laugh at them. You contemplate it for a moment but end up shrugging like always.
They both groan, Iroha in particular looking disappointed.
âI knew this was a dead endâshould we ask Seonghyeon?â
You open your mouth to say something when an arm suddenly wraps around your waist.Â
âAsk me what?â Seonghyeon smoothly asks, his head cocked to the side.
They both look at the contact between you and him, their mouths dropping.
âUh, you know what? We have this⌠thing in the library.â Iroha gulps, packing up her tray and gesturing for Minju to hurry up.
âYeah, yeah. Weâre going to go now so have fun with whatever this is.â
When they leave, you both look at each other and chuckle.Â
You walk around for a bit, watching as students rush through the tables and chairs.
âWant to share ice cream?â
Itâs a Saturday when you and Seonghyeon go out.
He holds your hand as you walk through the city, letting yourself get dragged around by him. He makes sure you donât bump into people, and even lets you take pictures off of his digital camera whenever you wanted.
You stare down at your phone as he holds you close, him making sure to look back on you every now and then.Â
The cafe is quiet when you enter. The ambiance is warm and inviting, letting you both feel more relaxed as you settle down into a booth. The slow lofi beats hum in the background, and the quiet chatter makes it all the more comforting.
He sits beside you, pulling out the menu and letting you check first.
âDid they get rid of the tiramisu?â You mumbled.
He looks over, watching as you callously skimmed through the menu. He notices the way your expression scowled, making him almost chuckle. He reaches over, taking over for the search for the dessert.
âAh, here.â
He points to the coffee flavoured dessert, watching as your eyes sparkle in joy.
âDo you want any drinks?â
You think for a moment. âCan we just share a latte?â
He nods and calls over the waiter.Â
Heâs unbelievably close to you as he orders. His shoulder brushes up against yours, and you donât seem to mind one bit.Â
Across the restaurant, two people seemed to have noticed the outing between you two.
âYo, isnât that Seonghyeon?â Maki asks, his eyes squinting to see who was beside the mentioned boy.
Wonhee looked overâfrom her angle she could very clearly see you, in Seonghyeonâs hoodie, while you both argued about something.
They can vaguely hear the conversationâbits and pieces of school work and calling each other stupid leaks out.
âThe answer was not five over seven.â
âWell getting nine over eight doesnât make sense!â
They look at you two in amusement, calmly sipping on their tea.
âThey have to be together, right?â
ââŚWait, they arenât?â
When you walk out, youâre laughing at some dumb joke he made. They canât help but notice the way he smilesâhis eyes crinkling at the edges as you continue to laugh your heart out.
He stays close to you, holding your items as you both walk away.
The air is cold as you walk out, hearing Seonghyeon complain about another teacher.
âHeâs too strict and doesnât even let anyone breatheâthe other day, he yelled at Keonho because he emailed the draft one minute late.â
As he continues to talk, you wrap your arm around his and he simply lets you. He pulls you in closer, but still pulls out complaints about the school faculty and staff.
Your relationship with Seonghyeon is far from platonic, and yet you canât bring yourself to care whether youâre called girlfriend or boyfriend.