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kyaroscuro · 5 months

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Intimacy

It's not hard to be close to Hyunjae, on the contrary, it's as easy as being in love and god knows how much you love each other. Then why are you so shy?

pairing : hyunjae x reader genre : established relationship, fluff, first love, discovering each other warnings : a bit suggestive? notes : hi hello, my name is what you want it to (yes i'm obsessed), this is the very first work i'm posting here and i hope my feelings will be conveyed. everything came from this post and i oops! writing this was a breath of fresh air and i'm even more in love now (sigh). anyway, let me know what you think about it <3 there might be a smut part 2 one day... words count : 1,2k

You've been dating Hyunjae for 3 months now and you've never been intimate with him. Intimate in the sense that you've never seen each other's skin, you don't change in the same room nor take showers together and god you've never done anything sexual (although you do tease each other a lot).

And it's not that you don't want to be intimate with him, oh you want it more than anything, probably since you met him, his pretty eyes and goofy smile. But you're both kind of shy around each other, it's your first relationship and you want to get it right.

To be honest, it's more than that. You are so in love with him that sometimes when he kisses you a little longer or when his hands find your waist you feel overwhelmed and the overflowing feelings make you nervous, not knowing what to do next.

You'd think that Hyunjae would be confident and take things in stride but the truth is that he's just as shy and scared as you are. You see him blush every time you reach out to hold his hand, every time you initiate a kiss and crawl closer into his embrace. He's never been in love with anyone like this before and yet he's been in relationships before. For him, it feels like you're his first and his last. It may be cliché but he sees himself growing old with you, getting married and having children in a nice, cosy home. He wants to call you his, to wake up with you in his arms and also...

"Angel, it's early come back to bed," his rough morning voice will always make you shiver, another thing you love about him.

When you turn around, you find him staring at you with half closed eyes, a smile and an outstretched hand. If he were the devil, you would have walked right into his trap. He hums, feeling content to have you in his arms again, kissing the top of your hair.

"Hyunjae," you whined

"I know, just a few more minutes"

As if on cue, he holds you tighter and your head is pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It's calm, but with a sudden race, as if it were about to explode. Unconsciously, your free hand comes to feel it as you give him your gaze. He's already looking at you with sparkling eyes, his beautiful eyes full of stars that sometimes you wonder if you could drown in them. Your very own starry sky.

You lean in, bathing in the warm sensation of your lips on his. The kiss is soft and tender, like a good morning greeting, but becomes intense and passionate with his hand cupping your face and gentle caresses on your waist. An open-hearted kiss into which you both pour your vulnerability and feelings. When you pull away, you feel as if your breath has been taken away, your heart flutters in ecstasy and you want to dive in again. Time has stopped for a moment. You lock eyes and suddenly feel much hotter, it's addictive but you peck his lips in a low giggle.

"We're going to be late"

"Let's call in sick then"

The change in mood startles you, he pins you to the mattress and starts kissing you all over. It's playful and you give in too easily until he starts tickling you. Oh war has begun and being late is the least of your worries.

Love is not supposed to be easy but loving Hyunjae is the easiest thing ever.

Love is as easy as a date, because no matter where you are, he will always make you feel at home. Love is as easy as giving you the key to his apartment, because he wants to come home to you. So why isn't it easy to be intimate with your loved one? When you trust each other beyond words, when love isn't enough to describe how you feel, when you want to cherish each other through all the steps of life?

Present <3 (1)

How about a movie night? Blanket fort, fried chicken, you and me I would say that you have me with you Because I am the only thing you need? Cause I want you in every way You got me baby, I am all yours

There you are, blushing like a mess at work, butterflies in your stomach. One way or another the shyness will go away, every day you feel the need to be closer to him than you already are and he shows the same needs in his own way. Hell, the first step was going to his place every day and still not moving in together.

The first time he kissed you ? You came back from your third date, it was pouring and you ran back to his place holding hands and laughing because it surprised you. He gave you his jacket since you were clad in a dress and yet you were soaking wet. He offered you to take a shower and when you came back with his clothes on, something shifted in his mind. You were so pretty and you were his. His to court and kiss. So he kissed you. Longer than intended. And you kissed back as long as he did, making him smile through the kiss.

That day and memory are still etched in your mind and you wouldn't change a thing about it or maybe make out a little longer...

So when he texted you to say he was coming back home with the chicken, you were on a mission. Doing the fort was your pleasure, the chicken his and the movie your typical friday night.

"Baby I'm home!"

Unlike usual you run up to him for a hug and a kiss, only to have him giggle at your eagerness.

"Missed me?"

"A lot. How was your day?"

"Fine, i just really need to shower"

"Kiss me? Before you go"

Another chuckle.

"You know I'm just a door away? But I'm happy to oblige"

To be honest, you want to shower with him and you have wanted to for a moment without knowing how to ask. For now you will settle for some cuddling and maybe some skinship.

"Do you need anything angel?"

"You"

"You're so clingy today, what happened?"

"I- I just want to be close to you"

"How close?"

He snuggled up against you with his question, looking at you with doe eyes. You took the opportunity to put your hands on his chest, his hair was still slightly damp from showering and he was just glowing. For you, he's the most beautiful man alive and he's yours.

Suddenly you shiver at the feel of his hands on your bare skin. The room feels too hot, it's almost like it's spinning. His giggling sends shivers down your spine and he tries to move his hands away but you block him.

You see a gleam of surprise in his eyes, wondering what your next move will be. It's his time to be confused by your hands under his shirt. He blushes hard feeling a twist in his gut, you have never been this enterprising before. He cups your head and kisses you like his life depends on it, panting and sighing.

"Jae," you let out a small moan at his roughness.

"i want to be close to you too"

"In every way?"

"In every way."

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kyaroscuro · 5 months

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out of style

hyunjae x reader

genre: opposites attract ..?, lil relationship backstory, flirting, teasing, blah blah, author hates physics with all of her life, flustered reader and hyunjae because he's more shy than one would think, this barely has a plot notes: as per request, based on taylor swift's style! also based on the fact that for some reason people thought that hyunjae looks cold like bro is the sweetest looking guy ever but ok word count: 2.2k

“Look at you…” Your friend sighed to herself. “Smiling like an idiot just because you got dropped off by the love of your life.”

You gawked at her. “Because he is the love of my life?” You turned briefly to glance back to where your boyfriend was walking off. You had told him that he didn’t have to wait but he insisted, saying that he had errands to run. He literally just needed to buy a sandwich.

She clicked her tongue, gesturing you to sit down.

“Focus,” She warns. “We have a project due in two days.”

“Right,” You breathe, smoothing down your outfit. It consisted of many light colors, much like a garden of flowers. Meanwhile Hyunjae, with his dark hair and his leather jacket contrasted you comically.

Your friend sighed, looking you over. “See, I never expected you two to get together. And last over a year at that.”

“Why?” You pouted.

She sat back in her chair, looking at you in disbelief. “You’re just so… different.”

You paused and took the time to actually think about it. And you did find yourself silently agreeing. You and Hyunjae were different. It wasn’t just from your style choices, but also personality-wise. While you were the more cheerful and “approachable” one, he was the guy on campus who supposedly looked “cold” and was an overall quiet person.

But even if he often had an intimidating look on his face, you always noticed the way his eyes always softened when they landed on you.

You noticed that on the inside, he was a complete softie at heart.

He was always the one to go out of his way to buy you food when you were craving it at the worst time in the middle of the night. He was always the one to tell you that you looked pretty whenever you seemed the least bit insecure.

“Were you not even a bit scared when you first met him?” She tilted her head curiously.

You shook your head, smiling fondly. “No, not once.”

–

Truthfully, it all started when he showed up to a lecture late. He looked completely disheveled and he had an annoyed furrow of his eyebrows that even made the professor keep quiet. He only earned a stern look.

With a frown, he searched the room for a seat, only for his eyes to very conveniently land on the one right next to him. Awkwardly, you moved your stuff over so that he could sit down. And then you turned back to the lecture, aptly deciding to forget his presence right next to you.

But that was when you noticed a small piece of paper in the corner of your eye. Raising an eyebrow, you picked it up and folded it open.

You turned to the side, staring at the man completely unimpressed. He gave you a small smile and that was when you realized that closer up, he was handsome. Even through his tousled hair, he had kind eyes and pretty lips. And even under his black shirt, you could see that he was broad and tall.

With a confused shake of your head, you scribbled on the note.

When you passed it to the side, you felt the warmth of his hand brush against yours. Not even a second later, the paper was placed in your hand again. Feeling a small sense of excitement now, you unfolded it, only to sigh.

do you understand what’s going on

You scrunched your nose and looked at him. He only chuckled leaning closer, intrigued.

yes because i actually came here on time

He read it over your shoulder, and you took the time to realize that he smelled nice. And also that he was literally leaning over you, causing you to feel a bit nervous. When he read your words, he nodded, leaning back in his chair. Then he pulled out another piece of paper.

This time, he wrote for a good while.

He took so long that for a second you thought that he was actually paying attention and taking notes. But then, he smiled shyly at you and slipped the note over. You bit back your own smile and opened it.

wanna teach me after this?

You eyed him skeptically.

why should i?

He read your words and laughed quietly. You could see that the tips of his ears were red as he wrote his response.

because i think you’re pretty

You felt your cheeks heat up for a moment and in order to cope with the embarrassment, you crumpled up the note and turned back to the lecture, trying to ignore the small glances he would steal at you.

After the lecture ended, you tried to grab your bag and run off as fast as you could. You knew that if you found out his name, it would be even harder to forget him in your mind. But before you could even take a third step, he was stepping forward, looking at you with an amused smirk.

With a groan, you gave up.

“Fine, what’s your name?” You scowled.

“Hyunjae,” He immediately replied, smiling even wider.

“And are you going to stare at me if I do teach you?”

“I sure am.”

And that was what it became. Multiple times of the week, you would meet him in various places to tutor him on the course. It started at the library, then moved to cafes, and eventually, it became his apartment.

And yes, he would stare. He was a flirty person at heart. Whenever he wanted a break from learning, he would just stop and let his eyes wander over your facial features until you squirmed and ridiculed him for being unfocused.

“I really do think you’re pretty,” He would bluntly reply. You always brushed it off as him teasing.

But most of all, he was a sweetheart.

One time, you showed up late to one of your tutoring sessions after oversleeping. You were sure that you looked like a mess and your mind was flooded with stress of other projects and assignments to finish. When you sat beside him, he immediately noticed your change in mood.

“Okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

“What?” You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat becoming more painful by the second. “Yeah.” But you knew how unconvincing that was when you literally had tears welling up in your eyes.

His eyes softened and he shifted even closer to you.

You looked at him and then back down into your lap.

“I’m sorry for being late. And…”

He shook his head, regarding you only with a kind, gentle look.

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you gently by taking your hand in his.

“And you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” He continued. Leaning forward, he gently cupped your face to wipe away the tears cautiously with his thumbs. You found yourself smiling shyly at his kind actions. It looked odd, seeing such polar opposites sitting together and smiling stupidly at each other. But to you, you found it perfect.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered, holding back more tears. “You’ll make me cry again.”

He laughed. “Do you want…” He trailed off, instead finishing his sentence by holding his arms out. Immediately, you were falling forward and allowing him to take you into his embrace, accompanied by a soft kiss to the top of your head. He looked cold but he was always warm.

–

The day that you two got together was the same day that you saw him with another person. He was laughing and smiling and you felt a sour feeling in the very bottom of your gut. And you weren’t the type to deny that it was jealousy. You just didn’t know why you felt it in the first place.

And so when he was walking you home after a late-night tutoring session since he was oh, so busy with someone else, you did the stupid thing of inviting him in.

As you watched him take off his coat, you did yet another dumb thing.

“I heard that you’ve been out and about with some other person,” You suddenly blurted out. He froze and turned to you, observing you quietly. You gulped, taking a step back and immediately regretting every decision you’ve made to this very moment.

But to your surprise, his lips tilted into an amused smile, his eyes sparkling dearly.

“What you heard was true,” He replied nonchalantly. Instantly, you felt a pang in your heart as you trailed backward. Except, you must have forgotten the layout of your own apartment because you were almost tripped over the nearby table. But of course, Hyunjae just had to reach forward and pull you in by the waist.

You breathed out shakily, refusing to look him in the eye.

“But you know that I can’t stop thinking about you and I,” He whispered, tilting his head ever so slightly.

That was when you paused in your tracks–though, you couldn’t move anyway with his arms wound around you.

“Also,” He continued, grinning slyly. “That was my cousin.”

Embarrassment flamed throughout your body and you jerked in his hold.

“So tell me something.” Hyunjae leaned ever so closer. “Do you do the same? Think about us?”

You blinked at him, your hands fidgeting nervously. And then, shutting your eyes with mortification, you bowed your head down and whispered, “I do.”

The only thing you could hear after was a teasing huff of laughter before your surroundings were immediately deafened–deafened by the feeling of his lips on yours. You remembered his hand cupping the side of your face as he tilted your head up and how his other hand rested on your lower back to keep you from stumbling.

He was always a gentle kisser, much unlike how he looked on the outside.

–

“Thinking about something?” A familiar voice interrupted you out of your thoughts.

You shook out of it, coming face-to-face with none other than your boyfriend, sitting beside you on the floor. His notebook and computer were sprawled out on the table, completely untouched as he had abandoned them to… admire you apparently.

“Ah, just…” You trailed off then, narrowing your eyes at him. “Hey, focus.”

Hyunjae sighed, letting his hand trail down your side even though he knew you were ticklish there.

“Can’t I kiss you instead of learning about keyboard energy?” He looked at you pleadingly.

“Kinetic energy.”

“Same thing,” He groaned.

“And no,” You grumbled. “At least do one problem first.”

He frowned before turning back to his notebook. You watched, amused as he did in fact complete every single step of the problem. After he was done, you were about to congratulate him on getting the first right answer in about two weeks, when he suddenly turned around, pinned you against the couch, and kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Were you that excited?” You laughed when he pulled away, lips reddened.

“Always.” He smirked. “So tell me what you were thinking about.”

You internally sighed, hoping he would have forgotten by now. But, he always remembered things about you. Like how you secretly liked it when he kissed you instead of listening to your tutoring.

“It’s nothing. Just that my friend says that we’re very different. And that it’s odd that we’re dating.”

“It is odd.”

“Oh.” You looked at him in surprise.

“But that’s what makes it fun.” His eyes wandered over you. Yes, you still squirmed awkwardly. “I like that we’re different. You and your pretty outfits,” He explained, toying with the hem of your clothes as he smiled at the way you blushed. “And the fact that you get flustered so easily.”

“That’s because of you,” You shot back weakly.

“Precisely.” He leaned in before whispering, “And that you make me smile like an absolute idiot.”

“I do?” You bit back a smile.

“Don’t act all surprised,” He grumbled.

And this time, you let your smile break free. “Well, you do the same to me.”

“So did you also fall in love the day we first met?” His eyes widened almost hopefully.

“Not rea–” You gasped, it suddenly dawning on you. “Did you?”

And this time, he was the one who was blushing, even coughing awkwardly as he pulled away. Bringing a hand up to his face to cover his reddening cheeks, he stuttered over and over again.

“I– I just didn’t know how to act around you,” He desperately tried to defend himself. But this time, you could see right through him.

“Wow, this is–” You laughed in disbelief. “Crazy. The man who’s supposed to be cold and ‘mean’ falls in love on the first day.” When you noticed that he was leaning back and fully covering his face, you smiled fondly. “And he’s shy now.”

He peeked an eye through before muttering a small, “Shut up.”

“Nope,” You sang.

And this time, you wound your arms around his neck and allowed him to shut you up. With a kiss of course. His lips were roughly on yours again, his eyes shut adorably in concentration and embarrassment. That became a thing for the next few minutes. Every time you would try to tease him for his red cheeks, he would kiss you again, which would cause even more blushing.

“It’s an endless cycle,” You teased.

“Shut u–”

“Okay, go ahead.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re getting it.”

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kyaroscuro · 9 months

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Old Tales, New Beginnings

Ever wondered what if the stories you’ve been told or learnt growing up had an alternative ending? What if the main character was not who everyone thinks he/she is? What if the killer was never caught? Well, you’re in for a ride as The Boyz members retell famous true crime / classic novels in a different light.

pairing: OT11 x f!reader

genre: a retelling of old true crimes & classic novellas

word count: 30k+ words per season

send me an ask if you wish to join the taglist for this series! (those in my permanent taglist will automatically be added ☺️)

a/n: hello my fellow readers! so initially i started beast in the beauty as a stand alone series, but over time ideas just kept popping up and i've decided to turn it into an OT11 series! i'm super excited to be writing all of the different classic stories that i've chosen, and hopefully i'll be able to bring you guys more seasons in the future!

i would deeply appreciate if you'd reblog this so that it motivates me to bring y'all more exciting stories to come!

S1: Beast in the Beauty (Lee Hyunjae)

Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades.

Except for the fact that the killer after seemingly disappearing for a while at least, decides to strike again. It is up to you as a rookie detective, the handsome yet charming profiler Lee Hyunjae, and your group of friends to finally put the killer behind bars once and for all.

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader

genre: jack the ripper au

S2: [untitled series] (Choi Chanhee & Lee Sangyeon)

pairing: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x lover Sangyeon

genre: phantom of the opera au

coming out in fall 2023!!

S3: tba

S4: tba

S5: tba

S6: tba

masterlist

taglist: @deoboyznet @flwoie @hokupi @zzoguri @kyusqult @atinycafe @hanniluvi @tinkerbell460 @cheonsafics

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kyaroscuro · 9 months

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Younghoon As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

The boyz masterlist here #1 #2

Younghoon is a very cute and lovely boyfriend. He is madly in love with you and treats you very well. He loves having you in his arms, and he will hug you tightly. It makes his day better when he is with you. Younghoon is very soft for you. When you're with Younghoon, he feels like he's in heaven. He loves the way you smell, the way you feel in his arms, and the way you make him laugh. He loves spending time with you, and he always makes sure to let you know how much he cares. Younghoon is a very affectionate person, and he loves to show his love for you in physical ways. He'll hug you tightly, kiss you softly, and hold your hand whenever he can. He loves making you feel loved and special, and he'll do anything to make you happy. If you're ever feeling down, Younghoon will be there to pick you up. He'll make you laugh, he'll tell you how beautiful you are, and he'll remind you of all the reasons why you're amazing. He's the perfect boyfriend, and he'll always be there for you.

Be ready for this big baby to follow you everywhere until you give him attention. Make sure he stays close to you so you know what he wants. Just give up and give him what he wants. Younghoon loves affection, and winter is his favorite time of year to show it. When winter comes, he'll want to be super close to you. Make sure you stay safe around him, and enjoy his stories and cuddles.

When you act cute in front of him, he will melt. He won't be able to resist your cuteness, and he'll pull you into a warm hug. He'll refuse to let you go, and he'll keep whispering how much he loves you. He'll whine when you say you need to go to the bathroom, because he doesn't want to be away from you.

This sweet man will protect you from your nightmares. He will tell you that they are not real and that he will always be there for you. You don't need to worry about anything, because he is here for you. He is so perfect, and having him as your boyfriend is the best thing that could have ever happened to you. When you have a nightmare, he will wake you up and hold you close. He will tell you that it was just a dream and that everything is okay. He will stay with you until you fall back asleep, and he will make sure that you feel safe. He is the perfect boyfriend for you. He is kind, caring, and understanding. He is always there for you, no matter what. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Your boyfriend is a busy man, and sometimes he doesn't have time for you. When he comes home, he's often exhausted and may shoo you away. This can be hurtful, but it's important to understand that he doesn't mean it. He's just tired and needs some time to relax. Arguments can start when your boyfriend is feeling stressed or overwhelmed. He may lash out at you, even if he doesn't mean to. If this happens, try to stay calm and don't take his words personally. Let him know that you're there for him, and that you'll help him through whatever he's going through. It's important to remember that your boyfriend loves you. He may not always show it in the best way, but he does care about you. If you can both be patient and understanding, you can work through any problems that come your way.

When your boyfriend realizes that he has upset you with his words, he will be deeply sorry. He may even cry. He will want to apologize to you right away, but it is important to let him calm down first. Once he has had a chance to collect himself, he will come to you and sincerely apologize. He will tell you how much he loves you and how sorry he is for hurting you. He will ask for your forgiveness, and it is important to accept his apology. After you have forgiven him, he will shyly ask for a cuddle. He will need your comfort and reassurance, and he will be grateful for your forgiveness. Cuddling with him will show him that you love him and that you forgive him. It will also help him to feel better about himself.

He loves you very much, and he hates seeing you cry or get hurt. When he sees you cry, he feels like he is the one who is hurting. He wants to do everything he can to make you feel better, even if it means crying himself. If you ever cry in front of him, he will do everything he can to comfort you. He will hold you close and tell you that he loves you. He will tell you that everything is going to be okay. He will cry with you, because he knows that it will make you feel better. He will also try to find out what is making you cry. He wants to understand why you are hurting, so that he can help you to feel better. He will listen to you and offer you his support. He will do whatever it takes to make you feel better. Your boyfriend is a wonderful person, and he loves you very much. He will always be there for you, no matter what.

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Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades.

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

release: 26/04/2023

finished: 30/06/2023

status: completed

a/n: this is my very first writing for tbz, or i should say my very first fanfic ever! i’m really excited and nervous at the same time but i really do wanna push myself to try doing so as i have had this in my drafts for the longest time ever (ps. thanks to all of the amazing writers out there who inspire me to do so!!) just to mention that english isn’t my first language so i do hope i’m able to do this fic justice lmao xD anyways i do hope you’ll come along this journey with me <3

update: this is now part of my OT11 series! here is my Old Tales, New Beginnings masterlist!!

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

epilogue

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kyaroscuro · 10 months

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–– INJURY // YOUNGHOON.

pairing: orthopedic! younghoon x fem, intern! reader genre: fluff, slightest angst if you close one eye ;; kind of slow-burn grr word count: 6.3k warnings: severe injury, profanities, no more that i know of

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kyaroscuro · 10 months

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always surprising | younghoon

tbz!younghoon x fem!reader

gender: fluff, maybe funny

warnings: none in this chapter

wc: 1776

notes: my soul connection sent me some pictures of younghoon and asked me to write something. ok, that's not even close to the plot i thought (i want to improve on this next time) but i decided to post this today because my mind thought of something cute and for a sunday end, this is super cozy. hope you like it!

✧ m.list ✧

Being in a relationship with Kim Younghoon was wonderful and consequently having surprises throughout the days, weeks and even months.

You could tell you had gotten used to some unusual request from the guy after work, or simply when he got home and saw him with a backpack on his shoulders on Friday night.

“Let's go to the beach this weekend” he would smile so excited that you could only laugh.

“But Hoon…”

"I already arranged what we need, you just agree".

It was impossible to say no. Even because he always had the best ideas and you, a girlfriend without much creativity and much love in your heart, agreed with everything he proposed to do. And this went on for six long years. Walking through the city streets at night with a coffee in your right hand and Youngoon's fingers intertwined with yours on your left hand.

Seeing the guy rent a motorbike and put the helmet on his head after he swore he knew how to ride it - with some lessons given by Sunwoo, but he didn't want you to know that as he was about to climb on the pillion.

“What if I fall from here?” Younghoon's fingers went through the clasp of the helmet to make sure it was securely fastened on his head.

"You won't" he laughed, kissing your lips sweetly right after "Just hold me tight around my waist, you can squeeze me because I won't let go of you."

When had he gotten so bold with words? Because Younghoon's attitudes were always surprising.

With so many things he did, even the beachside proposal with Jacob playing guitar as the soundtrack – the last minute song because Younghoon had forgotten his boom box, everyone had had too much to drink and Bae was the only one sober to to be able to help with the surprise – but even so, you had loved. And once again Kim Younghoon doing everything for you.

So many things that you felt like the luckiest woman in the world just to have someone like Hoonie by your side. And yet, inevitably, negative thoughts plagued your mind. If he does everything for you, how about giving back? You could do something at least once since he's always done so much. Being up front at least once and giving your – now – husband a surprise was the bare minimum after years of relationship.

And it was with that in mind that you wanted to surprise him before the guy left work. Not that you had never done anything for Younghoon in those years, but compared to him, his work in surprising was nothing short of paltry! He had the best ideas and was always one step ahead, so this time it had to be you. It was your turn to be there waiting for him with a cardboard holder with his favorite coffee while the cell phone application beeps, confirming the purchase of tickets for tonight's cinema. A movie away from home, something different before going back to the apartment and making dinner together. Maybe a recipe you had saved on the internet and he helped you measure the ingredients… Cooking with Younghoon always ended up in mess and lots of love. You wanted it that night.

Just didn't count on the rain that had formed.

"Shit. A thousand times shit” your voice cursed along with lightning as the droplets started hitting your hair. Your biggest struggle was trying to protect the coffees you had bought since hadn't brought an umbrella. But also, a lot of time buying movie tickets didn't have a minute left to see how the weather would be that end of the day?

“Come on Hoon, I hope it won't take long to leave…” the voice low and huddled in the corner of the only establishment across the street that had enough coverage that the coffee wouldn't get wet, at least. Your hair could dry in the movie theater bathroom, that was the least of her problems.

If not for the cell phone vibrating.

What if the following message wasn't from Younghoon.

I hope I'm seeing things, you thought to yourself looking through the notification bar of a screen with raindrops.

I'm on my way home, baby. I hope you're waiting for me with the bed really warm.

What? He was… Going home? So Younghoon had already left work without having seen you up front, how was that possible? Either he had left too early or he really hadn't seen you huddled against the rain and kissed goodbye to two cups of coffee that practically didn't exist anymore.

You didn't know if you were really crying or if the rain had already taken care of wetting you all over, just bothering to throw the coffee away and head home. You weren't sad with Younghoon, ever, but with yourself for not paying attention to the details of the weather. Like it was going to rain and you even saw it? It wasn't possible that nothing in the sky had indicated a – near – storm.

The way to your apartment was never so long and painful. You dragged yourself all the way with heavy and wet clothes, slight sniffles from the crying that did not stop coming out. How to explain to him what had happened? Because your cell phone had four calls from Younghoon, no doubt wanting to know where you were in the rain if not the apartment you two shared.

Your breath hitched in a sigh as you exited the elevator and walked the long steps to the front door of where you two lived. There he was, and no doubt with a worried look waiting for you.

"Sweetheart? Oh my God, what happened?" Younghoon ran out of the kitchen to meet you as soon as you arrived. When he took the bag off your shoulders and tried to help you undress with your coat, you collapsed. The crying came stronger accompanied by a few sobs “Are you okay? Tell me what happened, please.”

In addition to helping you take off all your wet clothes, he wouldn't stop hugging you. Little did he care if he got wet too. Younghoon didn't want to let go of you until you heard your voice, which came as a whisper.

“I don't know how to do anything right” you said between the bending of his neck in the middle of the tight hug that your husband didn't want to let go of.

“Don't say that” Younghoon stopped you then, pulling away to see your face closer. In a second he had already wiped away your tears and managed to dry your face with the sleeve of the dress shirt he was wearing “Was it at work? Did they tell you something that wasn't nice?"

“I just wish… I just wish…” you tried to take a deep breath and not cry even more after Younghoon rested his forehead on yours. Both breaths mingling with the intention that his calm breathing would make yours calm as well. And it had worked for a while, you stopped crying long enough to finish saying "I wanted to surprise you."

“Surprise for me?” Younghoon kept his eyes closed, his thumbs cupping your cheekbones to caress the icy skin freshly wet from tears and rain.

“I went to your work, bought coffee and tickets for the movie you said you wanted to see last week” your hands roamed Younghoon's long and strong arms, slowly sliding until you found his hands on your face “Just I forgot to see that today it was going to rain and I didn’t take an umbrella.”

“Oh baby” he chuckled softly, stopping the second he heard you cry again “Hey, don't cry…”

“I just wanted to surprise you once” a low sob “Because in years you've always done everything for me and I just wanted… Once… Damn…”

“Y/n, sweetheart” was a low blow when he called you that, you know, but giving in to the charms of the man in front of you was practically earned when he kissed your lips with such affection “You amaze me every day for the simple fact of existing.”

"What?"

“Seriously” he pulled back a little to get a better look at you “Surprise me by texting during the day to see how I'm doing. Or surprise me with my decorated snack jars, always with a little message for lunch” he smiled broadly “Do you think anyone over there has such a devoted wife?” you couldn't deny it, indeed.

“I just wanted to do something different like you do every week for both of us.”

“But I only do it to repay how amazing you are to me every day, without even measuring any effort” if Younghoon had to conquer you every day, the highest peak of today would be now, with that intense look on your face direction “You've done everything for me since the first day we met. And when you gave me that box of grape juice, I promised myself that I would do everything to surprise you every day for the rest of my life. Or I would be crazy not to.”

“You're really crazy” your hands palmed Younghoon's chest lightly, sliding down the collar of his shirt as he pulled you by the waist against your body.

"For you? Of course” he smiled before sliding his lips close to yours “But you really surprised me today, much more than cinema and coffee.”

"What? Why did I take a rain shower?” you laughed for the first time after the little disaster that had happened. Younghoon vehemently denied, squeezing his fingers around your waist more intensely.

“Because I never thought that being soaked in rainwater and wearing formal clothes would look so much more attractive than you already are” you wanted to pinch that nose and pinch that cute little mole it had just for making your cheeks burn. And before you could say anything else, Younghoon kissed your lips so softly that you wouldn't even have time to complain when he picked you up in his arms “And after a shower in the rain, we need to take a shower so we don't catch a cold. Even because you wet me too, don't you think?"

You looked at the wet chest covered by the dress shirt, knowing that it wasn't intentional, but at the same time how attractive he had been just straining his muscles by having you in his arms.

“Then take me to the bath, Kim Younghoon.”

“At your service, Kim Y/n” he kissed you one more time before walking to your shared room.

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A cupcake, a friend and a love story.

how your favorite cupcake at your favorite café runed by your friends led you to meeting your boyfriend.

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader words count: 5.9k content: strangers to lovers, non-idol au, fluff, some very poor comedy and a little bit of angst (on reader’s side), seokmin and reader are college student, 95z line regular appearance as café owners, mentions of minghao and wonwoo (implied college students.) warnings: some cuss words, only a tiny bit of skinship (hands holding and implied kiss) note: hi everyone! this the very first work i am posting on here; i hope everyone will like it!! i’m always open to feedback as long as you’re being respectful 🫶🏻 there are some cuss words as stated in the warnings so if you’re uncomfortable with that please don’t read! minors are allowed to interact with this fic as it is only fluff but please do read my pinned as i do not allow minors to follow me.

You are late. Again. What really strikes you the most, when you run down the usual busy streets to get to university, is how much life can change in so many ways with only one encounter. A rushed morning routine, sleepless nights, a constant smile, and a heart full of love. This all happened because of one person, Lee Seokmin. Your own special love story.

As you walk on the 13th street during a chilly Wednesday afternoon, you find yourself in front of Heaven’s Cloud café once again. I guess I really am obsessed with their strawberry filled cupcakes, you mumble to yourself as you push the door open. This comes to no surprise to you as Wednesday afternoon comes with your weekly stops at this café.

When you enter you are immediately hit with the different scents of all the pastries. This is such a nice place with its mint and pink aesthetic, the couches all around the place and their bookshelves filled to the brim. You walk over to the counter where Jeonghan, one of the workers, and a recent friend of yours, is greeting you with his usual angelic smile.

“Hey you! How are you doing today, y/n?” he says while arranging some pastries behind the counter, “I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Yeah, sure! Take your time. I’m fine, what about you? Was today busy?” you ask him as you wave over at Joshua who just came in for his shift.

“Are you worried for my business? You are starting to sound more like my business partner than Seungcheol or even Joshua.” he jokes around as he walks behind the cashier, “What will you have today, my dear y/n?”

“I told you to stop calling me sweet names! I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” you say as you reach over the counter to lightly hit him on the arm. Unfortunately, you miss him. One day, you will get him, you think to yourself. It’s what he deserves for putting you through so much misery.

“Don’t worry, y/n.” answers Joshua as he ties his apron around his waist, “It’s not like there is anyone who wants to keep you to themselves, is there?” Jeonghan laughs out loud as Joshua finishes his sentence. You will get them both, one day. These evil twins deserve it. Sometimes you wonder why you are even friends with them. They’re lucky they fuel your body with their delicious pastries and their sweet drinks.

“I was here to get my precious pastry, not get attacked, Hong Joshua.” you snicker around.

“And I am here, waiting for your order. Even though I probably know it by now.” Jeonghan throws back at you.

You continue joking around with Jeonghan as you hear the door’s jingle behind you and Joshua says their usual “Welcome to Heaven’s Cloud!”. He stands behind the second cashier and start taking the order of a brown-haired – and cute – boy who is probably around your age. You don’t notice him that much as you start telling your order to Jeonghan, “I’ll take a latte and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes, to go please.”

“-and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes.” You hear the brown-haired – and very cute – boy. You don’t pay him much attention as Jeonghan lets you know that your order will be out soon.

You wait for your order for a few minutes while looking at some new books that Wonwoo brought over at the café. You know he brings over even more books ever since you two have been friends. You’re lucky to have him too. You will have to thank him properly one day. You hear your name being called and go back to the counter, exactly at the same time as a certain Seokmin gets called out – probably the cute boy as he is the only other customer in the café.

“Here’s your latte.” Jeonghan says as he hands you your drink, “Unfortunately, Seokmin, ordered the last strawberry cupcake,” he says as he glances at the cute boy whose name is now confirmed, “do you want anything else?”

“That’s not very nice, Seokmin! You deprived y/n of their pastry!” teases Joshua as Seokmin looks at you with an apologetic look on his face.

“It’s okay, don’t listen to him!” you reassure him, “Do you have any cookies? I would like-” you start to ask Jeonghan.

“Do you want to share the cupcake with me?” you hear Seokmin suggests.

“Me?” you ask as you turn to him, pointing to yourself.

“I don’t think there is anyone else he could ask that to, y/n.” Jeonghan whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh, shut up Yoon Jeonghan!” you voice out as you give him a look and he holds his hands up in sign of retreat, “Are you okay with that?” you turn back your attention on Seokmin, “Because that would be greatly appreciated. Today was a long day and I really like those cupcakes.”

“Yes, It’s okay! It’s on me, don’t worry.” he answers as Jeonghan already hands you your change back, “Let’s go, let’s seat down.” he says as he starts going over to the couch.

“Thanks!” you say cheerly to Jeonghan as you head towards the seat Seokmin picked.

After a few minutes of observing you, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange a knowing look before Jeonghan whispers a “maybe there is someone who wants them to themselves now.” Which goes unnoticed by you or Seokmin, too engrossed in getting to know one another.

You wake up, the next morning, with a smile on your face. How could you not after meeting such a sweet soul as Seokmin? He was nice, funny, a gentleman. He reassured you countless time about you not being a bother. He handed you napkins when you spilled a little of your latte on the table and let you rant about the books you recently read. You had such a nice time with him that you didn’t even realize you were late for your weekly Wednesday’s movie night with your roommates. When you checked the time, you were already late, and you knew you were stuck with a week of doing dishes as a penalty. You quickly said your goodbye to Seokmin as you grabbed your stuffs hurriedly while he looked at you with a fond expression – unseen by either of you but noticeable to anyone else.

What you two only realized too late is that you did not exchanged numbers. All you could do was to believe your paths will come to meet again.

As you lay around in your bed, daydreaming about his sweet smile and everything you two talked about, you don’t realize how fast time passes by. It’s when you roll over on your stomach, a natural smile on your lips, and grab your phone that you realize that 30 minutes have already passed, and your smile immediately drops.

“Shit, I’m late!” you say out loud to yourself as you jump out of bed. You grab clothes in haste, rush into the bathroom and twenty minutes later you are outside, running in hopes to get to class in time. Lee Seokmin, this is all your fault, you think to yourself. Day one into my life and you already make a mess of it.

A few days later, you stride along the street to get to Heaven’s Cloud café. You convinced yourself to come get a cupcake since you had busy days but deep down you know it’s not your only reason. You just hope the real reason will be here.

You also hope that Jeonghan is not, despite all the love you have for him, because you know for a fact he’ll understand why you’re coming. You don’t want him to meddle into this. Even though this is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The usual jingle of the door welcomes you as you walk into the very familiar place. Seungcheol, who’s behind the counter, greets you and waves at you. You like Seungcheol. He runs the place along with Jeonghan and Joshua, but he deals much more with everything that needs to be dealt with for the place to run smoothly; from scheduling all the way to accounting. Which is why you are surprised – but not disappointed – to see him working behind the counter today. You quickly scan the place and realize that he is not here. You walk over to the counter and greet Seungcheol.

“Why are you behind the counter? Did the evil twins let you down?” you ask jokingly.

“No,” he says with a smile, “they have the day off. Went out of town to see family. Today’s a calm day so it’s only me!”

“Well, at least when they’re not here we don’t have to be scared about being attacked by their antics.” You two joke about.

You really like Seungcheol. He’s much more composed and calmer than his same-age friends. He tends to give you more advices about anything while Jeonghan and Joshua are the ones who will make you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he laughs softly, “so what brings you here?”

“Your strawberry filled cupcakes brings me here! I will have one, for here, please, with a cinnamon latte.” you say as you start looking for your wallet.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol tells you as you hand him the money, “go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”

You make your way to your favorite spot after thanking him and you look at the shelf where Wonwoo puts the books he brings over. Just as you were about to pick your new read, the door jingles and you see him. The reason. His eyes immediately lock with yours and he smiles brightly.

“Y/n!” he says loudly as he walks over to you, “How are you?”

“I’m good! What about you?” you beam at him.

“I’m very good actually.” he starts, “I’ve been searching for you.”

He what? “You were searching for me?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah, I came here yesterday to see you some more but Jeonghan told me you only really come on Wednesdays.”

“Oh, yeah,” you start, a blush creeping on your face, “I was busy yesterday but I wanted to stop by once more this week. So here I am now.”

“Well, I’m glad we stopped at the same time,” he says, a soft smile making its way on his face, “Is it okay if I join you?”

I have been waiting for that, you almost say. “Yeah, sure! Go order and come hang out with me.”

He comes back with both orders – his and yours – “I told Seungcheol I could bring over your order.” he says as he puts the tray in front of you.

“Thank you, that’s sweet. So, how was your week?”

“Oh, it was fine. Just went to study for a test with a friend on Thursday and I absolutely killed that test! So, I’m here to treat myself for a good job.” he says with a laugh, “What about yours? Were your roommates mad you missed movie night on Wednesday?”

“You definitely deserve that treat right now.” you tell him with a smile, “They were not that mad, really. I mean I do have a penalty but that’s the rules! I wouldn’t have changed anything else though.” As soon as you say it, you regret it. You don’t want to sound like you are flirting because you are not.

“Me neither, don’t worry.” He tells you, his smile hidden behind his cup of coffee.

“By the way, do you know it’s bad to drink so much coffee at almost, what, 6pm?” you snicker as he puts his cup down.

“Well actually I have a study session planned at 6pm until-” he says as he looks at his watch, “Oh fuck, I’m late!”

He jumps out of his seat and grabs his things; “I’m so sorry, y/n, I have to go!” he says hurriedly, “God, why do we keep making each other late?” he mumbles under his breath, “Bye! I will see you around!”

You watch him run out by the door and down the street, smiling sweetly as you follow him with your eyes until he disappears at the corner of a street. It’s only 5 minutes later that you realize you once again forgot to give him your number. But weirdly enough, you have the feeling you’ll see him again soon enough.

1 hour passes by as you work on one of your assignments until you decide to go back to your apartment. You grab your bag, sling it on your shoulder and bring back the trays of dirty – but empty – dishes to Seungcheol.

“Oh, thank you.” he tells you with a bright smile when he notices the trays.

“Yeah, Seokmin forgot to bring his tray too so there you go.” you tell him.

“I didn’t know you knew Seokmin.” he says you as a way to start conversation as he organizes some utensils. Since the café is empty you two can talk freely.

“You know him? Like is he a friend?” you start interrogating him. Maybe you are a tiny bit curious.

“Well, I mean, he is a good friend of Jeonghan so yeah. Jeonghan likes him a lot. He says he’s kind, and he can easily play pranks on him and well, you know how Jeonghan can get.” he explains while he wipes his hands clean.

“Oh yeah, I know how he can get sometimes.” you chuckle, “But he’s right. Seokmin is a very kind person.” you tell him without realizing the smile making its way on your face.

“He really is,” he says as he walks up to you, “he has a really good heart.” he adds on, looking at you a certain way. Oh no.

“Oh god, no, it’s not like that.” you immediately warn him.

“Never said it was.” he says with a slight smile, “But if it was, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, y/n. He’s a really good person. I know we aren’t that close, or you aren’t the kind to confide, even to Jeonghan or Joshua, but what I know is that you deserve someone good. Someone like Seokmin.”

“I don’t know, Seungcheol…” you tell him, surprised by his words. You didn’t know Seungcheol thought so high of you.

“All I’m saying is that if it was, if it ends up becoming something like that, it wouldn’t be so terrible.” he reassures you, “And don’t worry, I’m not Yoon Jeonghan. I will act as if this conversation never happened.” he says as he mimics locking his mouth with a key and throwing it over his shoulder.

On your way back home, you think that Seungcheol forgetting about the conversation doesn’t help the fact that, try as you might, you can’t seem to be able to get over what he told you. Despite being tired, you can’t seem to find sleep and you turn in your bed trying to make your mind forget about the conversation. It’s only at dawn that your body finally finds sleep. It may have to do with your realization that maybe Seokmin could be a good person for you. The good person.

It’s only a few days later when you find yourself striding along the familiar street where Heaven’s Cloud stands. You come into the café before your class, in hopes to see the boy who searched for you once – now is your time to search for him. You walk to the counter as Jeonghan greets you.

“What are you doing here, again? Are you in love with someone here or what?” Jeonghan sneers.

“I’m just here to see my favorite café employee! Did you miss me?” you tell him teasingly as you look at the new pastries.

“Yeah, I guess… But it’s unusual for you to come around so much…” he says with a pensive look, “I will figure out what makes you come back because we both know it isn’t me.”

“There’s nothing to figure out–” you start bickering back just as the door opens and you hear someone talk. Oh. You know this voice. Without even realizing, a smile and a slight blush make its way on your face. You turn around just for your eyes to lock with Seokmin’s who’s currently talking to a tall, very well-dressed boy. He gives you a little sign as to say that he’ll come talk later.

You don’t notice Jeonghan looking back and forth between you two but he catches your attention; “Oh, I figured it out.” he says with a slight laugh.

“No, you didn’t.” you say way too quickly for it to be casual.

“I definitely did! Oh my, y/n likes someone!” he starts to tease.

“Stop it! You didn’t figure out anything!”

‘What didn’t he figure out?” Seokmin interrupts, “Because, not to take side, but I feel like when Jeonghan figures something out he’s kinda always right.”

“It’s nothing, Seokmin really,” you say trying to act composed while you give a look to Jeonghan. “How are you today? I haven’t seen you in a few days!”

“I’m good, what about you? I’m glad to run into you, I’ve started missing you.” He says with a big smile.

“I’m glad too!” you tell him as you feel your cheeks burn.

After ordering and getting your orders – and some more looks from Jeonghan – you two are sitting down at your usual spot. “So, did you make it in time last time?” you ask Seokmin after setting down your cupcake.

“Absolutely not! I was lucky Minghao – my friend – waited for me. And I told him you were the one keeping me hostage so he forgave me.” he adds with a smile on his face.

“I did not keep you hostage!” you laugh around with him.

“That’s true, I was with you willingly.” he tells you with a slight blush on his face, “You’re like my favorite café partner now.” he says as he brings the cup to his lips.

“I like the sound of that.” you tell him softly, “Do you have classes today?”

He blushes profoundly, “In the afternoon. What about you?”

“Yeah, I do, I have a class in- shit, in 15 minutes.” you say with a laugh, not even surprised anymore that you are late after meeting up with Seokmin “Well, I will be late.” you say before finishing your latte.

“Well go!” Seokmin says hurriedly while watching you gather your things with not the pressure that late people feel.

“Wait,” you say as your grab his hand in one hand and a pen, you just pulled out of your bag, in the other. “I’ve been meaning to do that.” you say as you start scribbling something on his hand, “There you go! I’m going now. Bye Seokmin!” you tell him before turning around and heading towards the door. Before going out, you turn around one more time towards him; “Oh, and Seokmin? Please use that.” you say nodding towards his scribbled hand before finally going out the door and running down the street to get to your class.

For a few minutes Seokmin is stunned because you, the girl of his dream, just gave him your number. The scribbling your favorite café partner followed by a series of numbers on his hand is the proof of his surprise. And at that precise moment, Seokmin feels his heart burst with love.

It’s been a week since you gave your number to Seokmin and today is the only day you two don’t have something planned together. He told you he was busy with studying for the upcoming finals – which you should be too. As you walk the street to get to university, you think about how you two talked and saw each other so much you didn’t have time to miss one another. All your conversations start in the morning and ends late at night, sometimes face to face, other times over phone or text. You don’t think you ever felt as safe and happy with anyone else. He’s the only one who can bring out certain sides of yourself and the only person in the world who will ever make you forget time. It’s like any time you get with him, your world stops and it’s only you two, talking and getting to know each other in a way no one ever got to know you. You’ve opened more to him than to anyone else. And you think this must mean something.

As you get closer to university, you notice, just down the street, that you once again found yourself going to Heaven’s Cloud café. As you check the time on your watch, you decide to make a quick stop to take your latte and your favorite cupcake in this world.

The jingle of the door welcomes you as you step into what could be called your second home. Just as you start walking towards the counter where Jeonghan stands, greeting you with his usual smile, you hear the door chime behind you again and out of curiosity you turn around and your eyes meets two brown eyes you know very well by now. “Seokmin!” you yell out as you realize who is standing before you, “What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“Oh, uhm my study session got cancelled? Last minute emergency from Minghao.” he tells you, “I kind of wanted to ask you to hang out since I was free but I didn’t want to assume you were free for well, me.”

“I’ll always be free for you, Seokmin.” you tell him with a smile, “So do you want to hang out here?” you say as you start walking with him towards Jeonghan.

You don’t even see how Seokmin blushes greatly at your words or how he stutters when he lets you know he would really like to hang out with you right now.

“Hi you two!” says Jeonghan cheerly from behind the counter, “Did you two came in together?”

“We just ran into each other when getting in the café.” Seokmin explains him, “What do you want? It’s on me!” Seokmin tells you.

“You sure?” you ask as he nods to give you confirmation, “Okay Jeonghan, I’ll get a latte, per usual, and a cupcake filled strawberry.”

“Per usual,” Jeonghan answers sassily, “What about you, Seokmin?”

“I’ll just get an americano and a strawberry filled cupcake too.”

“Do you want to share one again?” Jeonghan teases as you and Seokmin glare at him, “I’m kidding! I’ll bring your order, just go seat down.”

You and Seokmin make your way towards your usual spot by the window as your arm brush against his. Oh, how much you want to hold his hand right now. You seat down first as Seokmin takes the seat in front of you and you two starts catching up. As you hear him talk about anything, you realize how much you missed him. But more than anything, you realize how much you like him. Not the same way you like your classes, or your friends and not even that strawberry filled cupcake comes close. You don’t like him. You love him. You’re in love with him. You’re in love with him and you’d give him all the strawberry filled cupcakes and some more if it’s what he wanted.

Your realization is cut short as Jeonghan settles the tray with two drinks and only one cupcake. “Okay so, I guess we’re short on cupcakes again…” Jeonghan explains with a chuckle, “Do you want anything else?”

“I think we’re good with only one?” Seokmin asks you as you nod to agree, “Yeah, it’s okay Jeonghan, don’t worry about it.” He says with a smile before Jeonghan makes his way back to the counter.

“Go ahead, y/n!” he encourages you, “It won’t be the first time we share something. We literally did it the first time we met.”

As you reach for the cupcake, you think to yourself how you would never have thought you’d meet the one you like by sharing a cupcake.

“What did you just say?” Seokmin asks you with a look you never saw on his face.

Oh. Shoot. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” You tell him, trying to keep your calm. Did you really just say that out loud?

“Me too, y/n.”

“Me too what?” you tell him, hoping he is saying what you think he is.

“I also never thought I’d meet the one I like by sharing a cupcake.” Seokmin tells you, expediently waiting for your answer.

“I like you, y/n.” he says with the most serious expression you ever saw on him, “No, scratch that. I love you. I love how you scrunch up your nose when you laugh. I love how you look at the world. I love how you get obsessed with so many stories that never really exist outside of their pages or your heart. I love how you show so much empathy to others. I love how you pull down on your sleeves when you’re a little cold. I love how you can get riled up quickly but still love your people more than you’ll ever love yourself. I love you. All of the parts that makes you, you. I love it all.”

“Oh, Seokmin…” you tell him softly, with tears in your eyes, “What did I do to deserve all this?” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, “I love you so much. I think if I told people how I fell so fast for you, they’d never understand. They’d never understand us. What we are, what we feel for each other. In the span of a few weeks, you showed me what love really look like. Ever since reading all of these stories, I have hoped to find my own person and all the waiting time was worth it because now I have you.” you tell him, “Or well, I hope I can have you.”

“You have me, my dear y/n. Ever since I walked into that café, you had me.” he tells you as he holds your hand, “I guess we have to thank Jeonghan for all of this.” he chuckles.

“Jeonghan?” you ask, confused, “Why Jeonghan?”

“He’s the one who told me to come check out the strawberry filled cupcake on that particular day.” he explains, “Which is weird since he knew you’d come here that day and you’d take the only cupcake.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble under your breath, “he didn’t.”

You hear Seokmin asks you what you are talking about while you make your way through the empty café towards the counter. You’re surprised to find Seungcheol standing there, talking with both Jeonghan and Joshua.

Jeonghan notices you first; “What’s up, y/n? Need anything else?”

“You three. Come to the table please. I need to talk to you.”

The three of them look at each other, confused and not used to you being so upfront. Still, they follow you and bring chairs to sit with you and Seokmin.

“So,” Seungcheol starts, “what is it?”

You look between the four-man sitting with you before starting, “Me and Seokmin like each other.” You hear Seokmin gasps next to you, not expecting you to say that.

“That’s great!” Joshua almost screams, “is it not?” he says as he looks at Seokmin which answers him with a I’m-as-confused-as-you expression.

“No, it is.” you say calmly, “You see, I never really thought too much about all of the “there’s only one strawberry filled cupcake” ordeal. I mean, things like that could happen.” You say as you look at Jeonghan. He might be a good pranker but you’re good at reading people. You got him, you think to yourself. “But when I think about it, it seems a little weird to me. You tell me you’re out of your best-seller pastry in the middle of the week? As if you wouldn’t anticipate by having enough stock?”

“Things like that could happen…” Seungcheol cuts you off.

“It could. It could also be all a coincidence and if so, I’m really sorry.” you say, believing in your words, “But, honestly, I don’t believe in those coincidences when Yoon Jeonghan is involved.” you say before adding a not to be mean when looking at Jeonghan.

“Jeonghan,” you start, “did you, perhaps, set me and Seokmin up?”

Seokmin starts hissing “He did what?” as Jeonghan starts denying when Joshua almost screams; “Okay he did it! He set you up!”

Jeonghan looks at him with rounded, surprised eyes; “Joshua!” while his friend looks at him with a sorry look. “Best friend card is revoked!” Jeonghan adds.

“Can someone explain me what’s going on?” Seokmin blurbs out.

“Let me do the honor,” Jeonghan starts, everyone listening intently, “I knew our dear y/n came into the café every Wednesday afternoon after her classes and I knew Seokmin badly wanted to come to the café so I told him to come-”

“At the same time as me.” you cut him off.

“At the same time as you…” he says, “And I knew you would take a cupcake, because when do you not-”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tease her.” Seungcheol adds in the conversation.

“Okay, first of all,” Jeonghan says with a finger pointed at his oldest friend, “don’t cut me off, that’s rude. And secondly,” he says, lowering his finger and looking at you, “I’m sorry, I will not make fun of you for liking this cupcake anymore.”

“Anyway,” he starts again, “I knew you would take this cupcake and I told Seokmin to specifically take the same one as yours and I only put one in the display.” he confesses.

“And how did you know I’d ask to share?” Seokmin starts asking, “And how did you make it so we would literally come into the café at the very same time? Did you hire someone to spy on me so you could plan it all to the second?” he starts panicking while you chuckle at his reaction. He’s so cute, you think to yourself.

“No, I didn’t do that, I was not that eager for you two to get together, come on now.” Jeonghan says with a laugh. “Everything that happened between you two was natural. I just forced you two to meet earlier than what would have, eventually, happened.” he says, looking between you two. “And as for the first question, Seokmin,” he says, fixing his eyes on him, “you’re literally an angel. I was almost afraid you’d cry when you realized you took away their favorite pastry.” Jeonghan says with another chuckle, “I always call myself an angel but we all know I’m a demon in disguise. You’re the angel. I knew you’d do it.” Jeonghan adds as Seokmin blushes looking at you.

You really love him. You take his hand in yours as you turn to look at Jeonghan. “Why did you do it?” you question your demon-like friend, “I’m not mad, I just want to understand.”

“Oh god, you’re not mad?” Jeonghan answers excitedly, “Oh thanks god, I thought I lost my strawberry-filled-cupcake lover.” he jokes around.

“Jeonghan, you’re on thin ice here.” you try to say seriously despite the smile on your face.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” he says as he gets suddenly way more serious, “It’s just… I always see you hanging out here alone, reading your books or studying. And I know you never talk about it but you yearn for something bigger, preferably in the form of love. Any love.” he explains, “I also know you feel alone. Your family and friends are far away, you left them to come to this city and I know you miss being well surrounded.” he says with a sympathetic smile, “Of course, you have people here, but you don’t let yourself have your people because you’re scared you’d have to leave them one day or another.” he continues, “And I know you needed someone that would make all your walls come down and that person is Seokmin.” he admits, looking at your lover, “He’s love in the form of a person. I knew he’d be good to you. I knew he was who you needed.” he adds on, “And I think I did it for myself too. I like talking to you, hanging out with you but I always knew you were keeping up your barriers around me, around us. And, you can ask Joshua or Seungcheol, I always talked about us becoming best friends in the future. And I just did what I needed to do so I could become your person too. Your person in a different way.” He clarifies when he hears Seokmin snicker at his words.

Well, I guess he is better at reading people than I thought.

“Jeonghan…” you say softly, teary eyed, “Where did that come from? I was supposed to be mad at you, not grateful!” you say with a laugh.

“Hey, no! You said you weren’t mad at me!” he says, smiling big, “You’re not a liar now, are you? Or did Seokmin corrupted you already?” he teases, again. There is the Jeonghan I’m used to, you think.

“I think you are the one who corrupted me.” you throw back at him, watching him laugh. “Thank you, Jeonghan. I hate saying it but you were right. All along.” you start, “I wish things were done differently but I also know I’m grateful for how things are now.”

“So, are we good here?” Seungcheol asks.

You look between the four friends and when you see Seokmin smiling at you reassuringly, you decide everything is very good; “Yeah, we are.” you speak.

“Okay, we’re going to go back then.” adds Joshua as they organize the chairs.

“But, hey, Jeonghan,” you say, getting his attention, “wait for my revenge. Because it will come.” You let him know with a smile on your face.

“But you said we were good!” Jeonghan says loudly, as you shrug, “And what about them?” he says, pointing at his two best friends, “They knew and they didn’t say anything!”

“They’re my favorite now so they get a pass.” you throw back at him, an angelic smile on your face while Joshua and Seungcheol snicker next to him, “Now you all can go back to work. I want to enjoy alone time with my boyfriend.” you say looking sweetly at Seokmin.

The 3 same-age friends walks away as you hear Jeonghan mumble “I think I made a mistake by setting them up together… I’m not ready for them to be disgustingly in love.”

“I have never seen someone stand up to Jeonghan like that.” says your now boyfriend while looking at you with heart eyes. You can see it now. How his eyes lit up when he’s next to you and how his smile doesn’t fade away.

“He’s nothing, I swear. He likes annoying people but he gives up easily once you tell him off.” you let him know while looking at him with the same fond look.

“That’s good to know,” he tells you, “When’s your next class?”

You look at your watch, noticing how your class starts in 5 minutes; “I’m late,” you tell him softly.

“What? Well go! I’ll text you later.” He says hurriedly, waving his hands at you as to make you leave.

“It’s fine. I’ll be late.” you say as you hold his hand over the table and look in his eyes, “There’s other classes but there’s no other you.” you tell him as you lean over the table.

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! juyeon birthday present for him and one of my best friends! | tw: drowning

a soft splash of water cascades down the side of your arm and you turn your head, still floating, to see eric waving you toward him

flipping over, you dive down into the ocean and push yourself toward his direction

coming up for air - you see his eyes sparkle as he whispers, “let’s go scare chanhee!”

you scrunch up your nose and tell eric that’s not nice but he just insists he has to get back at him. did you forget the incident at the beach two days ago? you know, with the ice-cream?

you roll your eyes - recalling some argument over chanhee grabbing the last mango pop or something - but eric is gone before you can answer

you watch him doggy paddle to where chanhee and younghoon are - wrapping his arms around the other boy and pulling him down into the water

the shouts of shock and laughter wring around you like bells, everything is so happy and sweet, just how summer should be like

but something feels weirdly empty

you look up to your left where some of your other friends are, cuddled up against each other, even in the heat people in love just gravitate to each other

to your right are strangers, strangers clearly in the middle of their own summertime loves

all of a sudden - in the middle of a crowded, bustling ocean - you are hit with loneliness

when am i going to find someone who loves me?

you sink a little down, haloed by the oceans water, when you hear another sound

this one isn’t joyful, in fact it sounds like terror, and you turn to see a flaying hand only a couple of meters away

your body freezes - is that person drowning? - your muscles act before you do, propelling you down back into the water and toward the murky outline of the figure

you’re a decent enough swimmer, making it to the person - a small boy - just in time to do something

but do what? you’ve never saved someone before, do you carry him - do you -

“help get him on my back!”

the new voice comes from your side, you turn and see that you aren’t the only person who has made it to the boy

this person, all cut angles and seriousness, is wearing the lifeguards whistle around his neck and a wave of relief overtakes you

“ok!”

you do as you’re instructed and the lifeguard tilts his head toward the shore

you follow behind him and scramble up the sand - hand on the boys back as you watch everything play out in slow motion

all you’re aware of is that you’re down beside the boy, you’re watching the lifeguard do CPR, his mother and father scurry over, people are talking and yelling

then the boy jerks up - coughing and doubling over - the lifeguard is asking him something and you don’t even notice till everything is ok

that you’re holding the boys hand in your own

it’s a blur after that - after the parents thank you and the lifeguard, named juyeon, over and over.

and now - you’re sitting in a small cabin off the boardwalk, the lifeguards cabin, and you’ve got a towel on your shoulders and eric is asking if you’re ok now

you smile and say you are - just in the time for juyeon to come out of an adjoining office room and you get to look at him seriously for the first time

he’s tall, with wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead.

a light golden tint runs down through his muscular proportions and his eyes are …

they’re captivating

long and outlined by a perpetual darkness, long eyelashes to envy over, and a brown that almost looks onyx under the light

he’s shirtless, wearing just the bright orange swim shorts and that whistle

he comes over and crouches in front of you with a smile full of kindness, puts a hand on your knee that makes your entire body ignite

“thank you for helping me today, whats your name?”

eric answers for you and you’re thankful because up close his apparent beauty is way more to handle than you had imagined

words - no matter how hard you try to think of one - don’t even manage to formulate in your mind

that hand on your knee pats your skin, giving it a little squeeze before juyeon stands back up and says he’s gotta go back out - his shift isnt over

eric thanks him and when he’s gone, you hear him chuckle

“you know you’re drooling, right?”

that summer - you go to the beach every damn day you can

you tell your friends you’re just trying to get some workouts in, you know swimming uses all your body’s muscles

but no one is fooled

because you’re not the only one with what becomes known as “juyeon fever” around town

he just moved here, took a summer job lifeguarding at the local beach, and - to only add to your dream boy list - drives a cool looking sports bike to and from work

you get to the beach early one day, trying to hide your identity with a ridiculously sized sun hat and issue of the paper you stole from the grocery store - to see him pull up for his shift

he’s wearing those swim shorts, same color as his bike, and a hawaiian print shirt in navy (unbuttoned and fluttering behind him as he pulls up and parks)

he pulls the helmet off, shaking his hair lose, and you nearly curse to yourself - what is this? am i some extra in a movie all about juyeon, because he looks like the main character of a blockbuster for sure. baywatch level.

when he turns in your direction - you hide behind the sunday sudoku and hope he doesn’t notice - but suddenly the sound of feet on sand get louder and louder

he says your name and you try to compose yourself as you lower the paper

you smile, and ask if juyeon is here to start work

he plops himself freely down on the sand beside your towel and pushes the shirt off as he says he is, but he’s a little early

you avert your gaze and even as the sun beats down on you both, you feel yourself freeze when juyeon mentions he’s seen you around the beach alot

“well - it’s summer.”

you explain and juyeon laughs, and even that sound is perfect

“that’s true - the ocean is the best place to be in the summer…….and all the time.”

you see him stare out at the calm waves, his usual sweet smile still on his face, but those eyes of his look like they’re searching through a memory

“do you swim even in winter?”

you joke and he laughs again, “i do, at the indoor pools. oh - by the way your friend eric invited me to a barbeque are you going to be there?”

barbeque? what barbequ - your eyes widen as you remember that it is THAT barbeque the one you were supposed to come over and help set up

“right, yes i am - i actually i promised id buy the plates and stuff so i have to go-”

you scramble, rolling up your towel and reaching for your bag when juyeon says

“oh - id give you a ride back but my shift starts in five. ill see you there then?”

a ride on the back of your bike? - is what you want to ask, knees going weak at the thought - but all you do is nod, dumbfolded smile on your own face

he waves as you make your way up the sun and you don’t even have time to get giddy because your phone rings and its exactly who you think it is.

eric’s voice from the other side chides; “hey, where are you!? haknyeon just dropped the watermelon all over my kitchen!”

you keep looking at your watch

the little minute hand ticks to 11:39 and you wonder if juyeon is really going to come

the party has already been going on for a good three hours - the summer moon sparkling up above the strings of lights in eric’s backyard

everyone you know is already here and you know the public beach closes at 8:30 so it’s not as if juyeon is still on his shift

not unless something bad happened………or he’s decided to skip out on the barbeque to go do something else, you know, which someone else-

just as you set down your drink, little umbrella pathetically floating to the empty bottom, you hear the reave of a bike

everyone else hears it too because the chatter gets more excited and you hear his name float from one person to another

“is that juyeon?” “isn’t that the hot lifeguard?” “oh my god, do you think he’s single?”

you try to hide your own anticipation - not cool to get so excited over a boy right? - but the butterflies flap in your stomach and you just turn away

if he wants to talk to you he can come up to you and if he doesn’t then well it’s his -

“hey, sorry im late - do you know where i can put these?”

you turn and see juyeon there - for the first time he’s not wearing those neon swim shorts, but a pair of black denim jeans

the shirt, still hawaiian print, is slightly buttoned this time but you can still clearly see the dip of his chest and the pretty silver chain that rests on the jut of his collarbones

he waves the bags full of chips he picked up on his way over and you lead him toward the refreshments table, every pair of eyes on the two of you

“did you get stuck at the beach?”

you try to make conversation

“oh no, my bike had a flat tire so i had to get that fixed before i came over.”

“oh! well eric is inside if you want to-”

juyeon is looking at you, you can feel it because the intensity of his gaze is unmatched, and you don’t know why but you can’t meet it

he tilts his head and then agrees - he’ll go see eric, but he’ll come back

when he’s gone you let out the breath you’ve been holding and try to scurry away from the gazes that have wavered on you and juyeon the whole fifteen or so minutes he’s even been here

you find solace inside, past the kitchen and near the back staircase where the guest bathroom is

you’ve been in eric’s house enough times that you know it’s a perfect hiding spot so you don’t bother closing the door

you just lean back against the sink and cross your arms - what are you going to do now? juyeon is here, but that doesn’t mean anything.

plus every last single person at this party has him on their radar

what makes you any different? the fact that you helped him ONCE?

and you didn’t even do anything that serious……you had just been there at the same moment he was……

“ah - sorry, i didn’t know anyone was here.”

you look up suddenly and juyeon is in front of you again

he has this cute, flustered expression on his face - he starts saying something about how eric told him to use the mirror in here since the main bathroom might have a line in front of it and blah blah blah

you step forward and you think it’s whatever was in that tiny little umbrella drink you had that makes you put a hand on juyeon’s shoulder and stop him mid sentence

“can you take me on that bike ride now?”

the second you ask - you think regret starts to bubble in your chest - but juyeon just breaks into another of those heart melting smiles

“of course. i actually….” he scratches the back of his neck “i actually dont really like big parties.”

you’re remembered of those lovers you had seen at the beach, tangled in each other despite the summer heat, as you press a little tighter against juyeon’s back

the wind from the bike flutters your hair - and you feel his strong figure through the thin fabric of that ridiculous shirt he’s always wearing

you close your eyes, thinking back to the shocked expression on everyones face as juyeon had pulled you through them and toward his parked bike

how they had looked so confused - and eric had just shot you a thumbs up from the back step of his door

your heart beats heavy in your ears and at the end of your fingertips you feel the flex of juyeon’s abs in response to your tight hold. it feels so intimate.

juyeon stops at the only place you’d expect him too, the beach

it looks serene and beautiful in the darkness of the summer night

the sand isn’t as scorching as usual and the waves only kiss the shore slightly

you and him walk down toward it - feet reaching just the edge before you run back to avoid getting wet

juyeon laughs and runs toward you, strong arms picking you up and before you know it, you’re up in the air and dangling above the water

you’re telling him to not let you go, no matter what and juyeon is chuckling promising over and over he won’t he won’t

i will never let you go

your laughing and playing around leaves you breathless, when you and juyeon lay back down on the sand and stare up at a starless sky

just that summer moon glistening down on you both

“why did you become a lifeguard by the way?” you ask - just to break the comfortable silence

“because i love the ocean, but know it can be a scary place too.”

you turn to look at his profile, even more perfect inches away

“i like that about it, that it’s both beautiful and a little dangerous. i like things that have that duality.”

“so you must like love too?”

you don’t even mean to say it, it simply slips from your lips and juyeon turns to face you

his smile turns to another expression, more earnest and soft

“yes, i do.”

you swallow, “ i do too, that’s why im looking for it.”

the silence that follows is coated with the midnight waves and insects that come out only in the warm months

before, when you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were just being shy and afraid

now you are vulnerable and staring back - deep into those darker than the earth browns when suddenly his large hand comes gently up to your waist

his eyes don’t leave yours, not until you’ve been pushed up flush against him in the sand and they close in time with yours as his lips ghost over yours

polite, without having to be, he whispers - can i? and you whisper back - you can.

the first kiss is chaste and pure, vanilla bean ice-cream flavored with a little speckle of a firework.

it’s after you breach this first step that you both decide you can do better than that.

juyeon pulls you ontop of him, rolling his back deeper into the sand as you sit up on his hips and push your hands into the flimsy fabric of his shirt

it gives way, off his broad shoulders and you lean down to press kisses down from the edge of his jawline to the curve of his long throat, and then down to his shoulders

the entire time, his large hands seize you in place by your waist, he makes sounds of wordless pleasure and when you bite down into that perfect skin of his you feel like you’re marking an untouched beauty

he runs one hand up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in back to his mouth

sitting up easily as his tongue runs across the seal of your lips, you get yourself comfortable in the crook of his lap - pressed to the bare skin of his chest

this kiss tastes of fiery spice, multiple fireworks - a whole parade

and when you grind down slightly juyeon makes an animalistic echo that runs from his lips to your spine and you think you could really just let him slip whatever you’re wearing off

but just as you separate to help him with the task, you hear the screech of a car pull up

“who is there? the beach is closed!”

you pull back off of juyeon and gather yourself up - juyeon jumps to his feet too and you turn to help him button his shirt back up so you two look like you haven’t just been making out for god knows how long

the voice calls again, “hey - you two - you know the beach is closed right!”

you see the officer’s figure and wave back

“oh we didn’t know! we’ll leave in a moment!”

the officer motions for you two to get back up to the street and you and juyeon try not to laugh as he lectures you two on public decency

after that, juyeon drives you back on his bike and although you are more than willing to invite him back inside with you, all you do is share another kiss on your doorstep

“i should at least take you on a date before, you know?”

he mutters against your lips and you roll your eyes - modesty in this day and age?

“fine, but after that we have all summer.”

and you do have all summer. despite the fact that half the towns population is seething with jealousy about it.

you have the entire summer to bask in the unfiltered, sweet, and hot like the sun romance you have wished for for so long

meeting up with juyeon after his shifts, taking bike rides to other towns, picnics, amusement parks, dates shopping because you need him out of that hawaiian shirt, and get togethers with your friends as everyone else who is coupled off sticks to their other half and you ……… you stick to yours, juyeon

little kisses before he has to go to work - little hand touches when you’re sitting around eric’s dinner table playing monopoly as chanhee schemes you all out of your properties - arm around your waist when you go out to dinner

and pressing close in the depths of his room or yours, the sound a symphony of little noises and the buzz of the fan on your naked skins

its a summer that you only thought was possible in a movie or at least in someone elses life, not yours

and when embarrassing tell juyeon about your theory that he’s the main character of a summer romcom blockbuster

he looks at you clearly and smiles, “and so are you - since you’re my love interest right?”

you feel a flush overtake you and you laugh, say something about how you’re not star quality, and juyeon just pulls you back into him

“what are you talking about, you’re the only star for me.”

and you don’t expect him to remember that little line all these years later

when you’re standing with your toes in the sand, back at the beach you and juyeon fell in love with so long ago

you point to the lifeguard chair and joke

“i used to watch you and think you belonged on baywatch or something - you know everyone was in love with you right?”

his hand is a comfortable, knowing weight on the curve of your waist

“well i was only in love with you.”

you scrunch your nose up and lean in to peck his lips

“that’s sweet.”

“i mean, you were the only star for me.”

you turn, juyeon’s face - still handsome even though more mature - seems to flash for a second with a look he had when you two were much younger

“the only star for me then and now.”

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☆ ice-skater!au juyeon x holiday trade @bermudas w: no plot just fluff (a little bit of angst?) | find my other tbz aus here

there’s something different about an ice-skating rink when it’s empty

the ice looks fragile because it isn’t scratched up and part of you has an irrational fear that if you step out onto it, it’ll cave and you’ll be pulled down into cold and still winter waters

a stupid thought, since the ice is fake, and this is an indoor practice space

but one that you told juyeon about when you first met him - well when you first met him in person - and that he had stared back at you with understanding in his voice when he said

“oh, i’ve had that thought that too.”

since then, he’s said a lot of surprising things to you.

things you don’t expect to hear from someone on the national team, things you don’t expect to hear from a professional athlete, and things you just don’t expect to hear from a person

but that’s probably a big part of why you like him so much

“i found your size!”

you look up and see juyeon there, the smile on his face is calm and gives an overall warm feeling to the otherwise sharp lines of his face

the brown of his eyes is deep and welcoming, his hair pushed back by a red band you bought him to use during practice

he’s perfectly handsome and cute all at once (probably the other big part of why you like him so much)

you’re saddened to look away from his face and at the pair of skates in his hands

“oh - you know i don’t do well on the ice, juyeon.”

he takes another step down so that he can lean his knees on the bleacher seat below yours

he places the skates down and lets one hand wrap around your calf, large fingers drumming against you and making something small and electric run up your spine

“i’ll put them on for you?”

“it’s not that juyeon-”

you sneakily try to move your leg back, but he holds you in place gently, clear and innocent eyes making you almost feel bad for trying to escape

“i’ll be there with you - you don’t have to be scared of falling.”

“it’s not that either…”

the first time you actually saw juyeon was on your tv screen.

the national skating competition was on right after the evening news and you were busy folding laundry so you didn’t change the channel

halfway through your pile, the otherwise monotone voices coming from your tv had changed to a wave of high-pitched cheering

you looked up and suddenly on your screen was the face of the man that was kneeling in front of you now

it had been juyeon’s first time at nationals, but somehow a fanclub for him had already formed, their blurry faces in the back as the interviewer asked if he was nervous to be skating at this level for the first time

instead of the doe-eyed fear of a first timer or the uncharacteristic confidence to hide nervousness you expected to see

juyeon had just jutted his lower lip out in what looked like a kitten’s pout and shrugged his big shoulders

“i won’t really know until i’m on the ice i guess?”

you had been struck by the answer - and even the interviewer stumbled through their follow up - because it was almost too laidback

you had put down your folding to wait and see if that attitude was the same one he’d have during his performance

but when juyeon had started skating - he was a completely different person

gone was the almost absentminded expression and instead all you could see was passion and hard work

even though his actual skating looked so clean that it seemed like he was floating above the ice for most of his routine

you had been so shocked that you barely registered his winning score

as soon as he came to a halt off the ice, the focused and precise look dimmed out and back was the sleepy smile from before

the interviewer scrambled up past his coach to go, “you didn’t look nervous at all!”

juyeon had blinked down at him and shook his head, “oh - but i really was!”

it had been one of those moments where you had seen the duality of a person on a big screen

a week later you had nearly forgotten about it and not recognized juyeon when you bumped into him at your local park

under the big scarf and messy hair you had thought he was just a handsome stranger, then somehow in a tumble of destiny, you had ended up on a date and when the scarf came off there he was

the aloof, sweet smile - the relaxed way of talking

“you’re lee juyeon - you just won first place at nationals, doesn’t that mean you’re on your way to becoming an olympic athlete?!”

running a hand through his hair, he’d shrugged his shoulders just like you’d seen him do on tv.

“i won’t really know until i’m offered the spot…….but you saw on me tv? that’s embarrassing.”

in the funny way the world works that is what happened - from seeing him on tv, to meeting him in person, to dating him, to being the first person he told when he did eventually get the olympic offer

the two juyeon’s you had been so mesmerized by hadn’t changed at all

both were equally a part of him, and both made your heart skip a beat

but sometimes you felt like you weren’t worthy of the juyeon that woke up before the sun could rise to get ready for practice

the juyeon that treated skating like another form of breathing

the juyeon that came home with new bruises on his knees and new pain in his back

the juyeon that was, to everyone else in the nation, a star - a prized athlete - a manifestation of pride

meanwhile, you couldn’t even hold yourself up properly on ice, let alone understand juyeon’s undying loyalty to the sport

so when he’s in front of you, like he is now, trying earnestly to get you to come and enjoy what is the essence of his life you feel embarrassed and shy

but it seems to fly over juyeon’s head, as he unlaces your sneakers and helps you with the skates

you’re not good at saying “no” to him, mostly because he never asks for much, and before you know it you’re being lead out onto the ice

“really, you know i’m not good at this-”

you start but juyeon’s hands are warm as the tug you toward him slowly so that you can at least wobble a little bit away from the safety of the rink’s walls

“i don’t want you to be good at it.”

your eyes meet his and your brows knit together in confusion

he laughs at your change in expression, mutters that you look cute, and continues to pull you toward the center softly

“juyeon, what do you mean?”

he stops and you bend your knees to try and stop too, but all you manage is to bump against his chest and he moves his hands from yours up to your elbows to hold you steady

he smells like your body wash when you’re this close and it makes you kind of shy

“i’m not asking you to be good at ice-skating, i think i’m good enough for the both of us.”

you roll your eyes at his little joke and juyeon turns himself around effortlessly so he can start skating backwards

“i just want you to have fun with me.”

he lets one of your arms go so he can use it to spin you into him

it’s not elegant like the way you’d see pairs do it, you almost buckle in fear of falling and make a yelping sound that gets juyeon chuckling and you curling in his sweater to hide your face

he nudges you back out and puts his hands around your waist - at this point just using his own body to pull you along around the rink

you still don’t really understand what he’s talking about

“but this isn’t just a hobby juyeon, this is your life - i don’t think it’s right for me to just come out here and be silly on the ice with you.”

he slows his skate and juyeon’s neutral, calm gaze turns just slightly hard

“it’s not my life.”

you feel his grip tighten on you

“it’s my job, but my life is my happiness and a lot of my happiness comes just from being with you.”

even though the two of you are talking to each other, it feels like his words echo over the entirety of the room

juyeon’s way of being serious doesn’t always come across to people

to be honest, it took you a while to adjust to it too

but now you can tell when he’s speaking from his heart and you slowly start to understand

“it’s just that to me there are two of you, the juyeon that is the ice skater and the juyeon that is……not the ice skater, who is just my juyeon. sometimes i feel like i’m not loving the ice skater part of you the right way or that i never really will.”

you wait for him to say something, but juyeon just pulls you into his arms instead

then, unexpectedly, you feel him laugh against your hair

“j-juyeon?”

“that’s so silly.” he pulls back and presses his lips to the corner of your mouth “there’s only one of me.”

you don’t have a chance to answer as the doors open and you hear a flurry of children’s voices and the sound of skates and shoes flying everywhere

“it’s the morning class.”

juyeon skates you two back to the bleachers and ruffles the hair of some of the kids who jump up to his knee to say good morning

on the ice and off the ice, he’s as soft and as welcoming as you’re used to seeing him

and you guess, even these kids who look up to him, saw better than you

that the determination and skill he puts into his profession doesn’t somehow melt away that softness underneath

he’s their idol and he’s their friendly older brother figure

juyeon sits down beside you and takes your legs into his lap, starting on the laces of the skates

you put your hands over his to stop him

“let me do yours this time.”

“it’s ok, i like doing this for you.” he runs a hand up to your thigh and then under the hem of your shirt - cold fingertips on your soft skin

you swat him away and go “juyeon - there are kids everywhere!”

he tilts his head and gives a little nod of agreement, but the smile on his face doesn’t seem so apologetic

you lean against his shoulder as he undoes the knots one by one

with the rink full of people, it feels less liminal and daunting

juyeon seems to have changed a little with all the bustle too. but he’s still the same juyeon at his core - your juyeon.

you stand up when he’s done and you’ve slipped your sneakers back on

you put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him properly, letting the dazed expression you love blink up at you

“you’re right. there’s only one of you. the one i love.”

he strains up for another kiss that you don’t let him get, turning your cheek to meet his lips

he curls a smile against your skin, “and there’s only one of you - the one i love too.”

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TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS — k.yh

— pairing: kim younghoon x gn!reader

— summary: a season of gifts from your boyfriend comes to an end with one final surprise

— genre: fluff fluff and more fluff

— word count: 1.4k

twelve days of christmas - bing crosby

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you didn’t think too deeply into the first gift.

it wasn't unlike younghoon to leave you random presents lying around the house. he had always been the type to buy you random keepsakes even before you lived together, your shared home only giving him easier access to surprise you.

so, when the single white rose appeared in a small vase on your kitchen table, you didn’t think too much of it.

even the day after, when you waltzed downstairs after younghoon had already left for work, the two bars of chocolate on the counter didn’t seem that out of the ordinary. you didn’t even stop to think about how they were your favourite brand specifically, you just accepted the gift as another token of love from your boyfriend.

the third day, symbolised by three glass baubles filled with glitter, was what began to raise suspicions. but it was on the fourth day, when you came home from visiting family to find four pairs of fuzzy socks waiting for you on the sofa, that you caught on to what younghoon was doing.

when you brought up the gifts to younghoon, he simply shook his head and brushed your questions off, telling you to have patience and see what santa brings you next.

you played along with his little game, of course, even to the point where you began coming home from your day, buzzing with excitement to find out what had been left for you this time. every gift was something small, the type of object that may have seemed meaningless to any other person, but they all held weight to you. they were things you loved, simple items that made you smile, and even things that you had mentioned once in a blue moon (like the seven pink pens you received on the seventh day, a reminder of the time you told younghoon you had run out of your pink pen stash at work).

your excitement built until it threatened to bubble over. and that was exactly why on the twelfth, and supposedly final day, you only felt disappointed when you ran downstairs to find your house completely absent of gifts.

not wanting to seem ungrateful, you still continued celebrations with younghoon, happy to be spending your first christmas in your own house that you shared with your boyfriend. but that didn’t stop you from sneakily hunting around for those key twelve objects that symbolised the end of his gift giving session.

as the sky outside darkened, you felt yourself giving up. instead, you resigned yourself to being content in your day without the end to the new tradition, appreciating the smaller things about your celebration. the two of you ate dinner, cleaned up together, and then sat back down at the table with glasses of wine and a never ending conversation about your families.

eventually, you completely forgot about the gifts. once all thoughts of them drifted far away from your mind, that was the moment younghoon brought the topic back up.

“i have one last thing for you, by the way,” he said, quieter than usual. you took note of the way his hand shook slightly as he placed the wine glass back on the table, “but unfortunately i couldn’t get you twelve of it.”

so he had planned something else. your heart almost leapt out of your chest with excitement. the past twelve days had been a gentle reminder of how loved you were, and whilst you didn’t need anything else to prove it to you, you were completely enamoured by his plan.

“i don’t need twelve of something, as long as i have you.” you replied honestly, watching the way his face contorted through different stages of nervousness, relief and then complete adoration.

“that’s a good job. because i wanted to tell you how much i love you.”

“i love you too.” you grinned, taking younghoon’s (still shaking) hand and swiping your thumb across his knuckles.

“i want every year to be like this.” younghoon admitted, unable to meet your eye as he stared at your joint hands. even with his gaze elsewhere, he could hear you open your mouth to speak, jumping in before you. “and i don't mean just mean like this - i know this isn’t ideal. i know you wanted to be with your family.” he looked up, giving you a shy smile that still made your heart flutter after all this time “i mean together. because if i have you by my side, i feel like i can conquer the world.”

“hoon…” you’d blame the way your eyes watered on the wine currently in your glass, but truthfully, it was all the built up emotion from years spent with a man you loved so much.

younghoon only let out a breathy chuckle, and between your fingertips you could feel how his hand clammed up. it was enough to make you nervous along with him.

“i always thought christmas would feel incomplete without these big grand gestures and celebrations. but i was so, so wrong, y/n. this year, if anything, has made me realise the most important thing during the holidays is love,” he gave your hand a squeeze, as though confirming what he was saying “and i love you. more than i’ve ever loved anything in my life.”

“i get it,” you replied, chest shaking with emotion as you heart swelled ten times the size, “you mean more to me than i ever thought was possible.”

younghoon smiled softly, your eyes meeting, and you watched as his nervousness slowly seemed to disappear. whatever he was holding inside seemed to become a comfort as opposed to anxiety, a look of determination settling over his features.

“yeah? that’s good to hear, as i was hoping you’d settle for feeling like this forever.”

when you raised an eyebrow, younghoon’s smile broke out into more of a grin, suddenly seeming like a glimmer of the anxious mess he was only moments ago. it was as he stood and moved from his seat that you realised what was happening, your heart beat tripling in speed.

a kiss to your hand and then he was lowering to one knee, completing the image in your head you had only ever dreamed of. he produced a small box from his pocket, and then his gaze was back on yours, and you were already so sure of what your answer would be.

“y/n y/l/n, loving you has brought me more joy than anything else imaginable. you make me smile even on my hardest days, and make me feel like i can conquer the world even with a simple smile.” as you looked into younghoon’s eyes, every word rang true. you knew you would always be loved as long as you had him by your side. “if i could get you twelve of these, i would. i’d get you a million – one for every kiss. one for every time you made me smile – but there wouldn’t be enough rings in the world. so i’ll settle for one, because that’s all i need to ask you.”

there was a moment, one in which neither of you needed to speak. instead, you settled for staring into each other’s eyes, a confirmation before the question had even been asked that this was the right thing.

a deep breath, a dance of his thumb over your fingers, and then younghoon asked what you had been waiting half of your life to hear. “y/n, will you marry me?”

for all the ups and downs in your lifetime, the heartbreak and the tears, the laughter and the memories – nothing compared to the feeling in your chest now. it was happiness first and foremost, but there was something else bubbling, a realisation of how lucky you were to have younghoon in your life. someone that loved you dearly, and who you loved in return. the person you could rely on through any and all difficulty in your life.

the person who gave you purpose.

there was never any question; your answer had always been clear.

“yes.”

younghoon let out a sigh neither of you had been aware he was holding, using the box with the ring in to wipe a faux line of sweat from his forehead, but you could only giggle. moments like that, after all, were exactly why you were so sure in your reply.

“for a moment there i panicked.”

“shut up, you idiot, and kiss me.” you chastised with more love in every word than you thought possible.

and younghoon did, he kissed you, for the first time as your fiance, and suddenly christmas and all of these traditions, and material gifts no longer mattered. the only thought you had was younghoon.

and you were both perfectly okay with that.

ೃ⁀➷ note: merry christmas!!!! i thought this would be the best of the lot to finish on and wish everyone a very happy holidays:) take care of yourself and enjoy it as much as you can!

4 more to go (juyeon, hyunjae, chanhee, hak!), but they’ll be coming after the holidays! i won’t be posting any imagine on christmas day as i’ll be spending it with my family, so i’ll see you on the other side!

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kyaroscuro · 2 years

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Kiss You Right - Kim Younghoon

pairing: Kim Younghoon x Femeale Reader

genre: fluff, college student!au, cliche af

word count: 1.3K

It was cold at night. You were walking down your street, almost at the door of your house. You just went on your first date with one of the guys you had a class with, Younghoon. He was obviously one of the prettiest guys in your university, and there was like a legend behind him and his two best friends, saying that they were the most beautiful people on campus. Not only were Younghoon extremely pretty (and very nice scented too), he was also very intelligent and sweet. He had a very nice aura and you could see how so many people came to love and almost worship him. He was almost like a dream, a character from a movie, what people on the internet call “a guy written by a woman”.

And you wouldn’t lie to yourself, all of that gave you that butterfly feeling in your stomach. You felt your heartbeat rising every time your eyes met in class, you sometimes forgot how to say words when he talked to you in a group of friends. To sum it all, you liked Younghoon. But of course, what a cliche movie character would he be if he looked at you the same way you did, if he felt the same way you did. So you didn’t suspect anything, let alone a date, when he asked you to get coffee with him, as he always bought coffee for your friends' studying sessions.You two got coffee, had dinner, went to a bookstore and almost at the end of the night, he took you to an arcade and you two played a few games before calling it a night.What got you suspicious, though, was the fact that he volunteered to take you home. “I just wanna leave knowing you are safe” he said, as you tried to politely refuse his move.It was a date, right? What else would it be?

You felt the butterflies getting busier and busier in your stomach at each step you took and as your house got near. You were so nervous, head filled with all sorts of thoughts that you didn’t notice one of your neighbours rushing their car on the sidewalk, almost running over you. The car would have definitely crashed into you and hurt you badly if Younghoon didn’t interfere. He grabbed your hand in a rush and pulled you closer to his chest, taking a big step back and shouting something to that dick of a neighbour you had. You could not tell what words he shouted exactly, though, because you were hearing the blood in your veins running through your ears and your heart screaming on your chest.

“Are you alright?” he put your body away from his chest to take a proper look at you, making sure you were alright, even though he knew you didn’t have a minimal scratch in your body. You nodded with your head as his eyes ran through your face. “You should pay more attention next time, things could've gotten ugly if I wasn’t around”

“I’m sorry” you said, in a small quiet voice. “I usually am not distracted as I am today” you added, immediately regretting your words. His face immediately dissolved that worried expression and a weird smile appeared on the corner of Younghoon’ lips. Wait, was he smiling at you?? And for what?? That made you even more nervous than before, this time added with a bit of anger.

“Oh.” he said, sliding his hands down from the side of your shoulders to your hands and squeezing your fingers together. Panic. Total Panic. You thought your heart could literally explode at any moment, or worse, he could be staring there hearing all the beating inside. You widened your eyes in disbelief as his smile just grew bigger and you could see all his teeth, his eyes getting lost in his cheeks as the corners of his mouth went up. “So I distract you?” he asked so casually flirty as if you weren’t literally about to die in his hands. He saw how you were panicking and thought it was absolutely cute, so as he didn’t get an answer from you, he just squeezed your hands a little bit in his and leaned a little in your direction. “You’re so cute, has someone ever told you that?”

“My grandma says it all the time” you let the words escape your mouth without even thinking about them first. If your hands weren’t between Younghoon’ you’d be slapping your face right now. You looked up at him as he laughed out loud of what you’ve just said. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay” he said and you felt a little bit comforted, not feeling so dumb to yourself. “That was also very cute, i think”

“Can you please stop?” you almost begged him, feeling your cheeks getting hot and red.

“But it’s true, though!!” he leaned at you a little bit more, looking deeply in your eyes. “I always thought you were cute. Is just that right now, you are the cutest you’ve ever been.” he made his eyes run through your face once again, as if he was analyzing every bit of your complexion. “Can I-” he started and stopped, as if he just regretted opening his mouth, but taking a deep breath, he continued, again looking in your eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say. Of course you would love it if he kissed you but it was kinda sudden and there was a slight chance that you would ruin this opportunity given your nervousness. You stopped the overthinking as soon as you felt snowflakes falling from the sky and noticed some of them landing on top of Younghoon’s head. Immediately all those Korean Dramas you’ve watched came to your head and you interpreted the snow as a sign. First kisses in the snow were always a sign the couple would stay together. Even if they broke up in ep12 they’ve got together on ep14 and have that happy ending by ep16.

You closed your eyes expecting that was enough for Younghoon to understand your sign and that you’ve given permission to him to kiss you. On the other hand, Younghoon liked the sensation of teasing you, so he stared at you for a few seconds, deciding whether to kiss you right or leave just a peck somewhere so you would come for him later wanting for more. He cupped your face with both of his hands, the tip of his fingers playing with the hair behind your ears. He smiled at the vision of you in his hands and left a light kiss on your forehead, leaving you in complete disbelief.

You opened your eyes as soon as his lips touched your cold forehead. That was not what you’ve imagined but it was sweet anyways. He stood there, in front of you, a teasing smile on his face. “What?” you asked “Is there something wrong?”

“Well”, he said as his thumbs drew gente circles in front of your ears “It just seems as if you were expecting something else, that's all.”

“Oh”. was all you could say, staring at your feet, in a way of running away from him. Once again he laughed at you and you raised your head to look at him. “It’s just- I thought you meant… a kiss”

“So… You want me to kiss you right this time?” You stared at him, nodding, but as soon as your head went up in confirmation, Hoon pulled you closer to him and kissed you, a warm and gentle kiss, but a true kiss. You felt your insides getting warmer and the nervousness of your body dissolving as you placed your hands at the beam of his jacket and pinched your fingers a bit, one of his hands still holding your cheek and the other going down to your back, to bring you even closer to him.

One thing for sure, you two wished for kisses and right kisses only from now on.

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