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jnnul · 13 days

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falling in love at first sight (x3)

a/n: so i woke up in cold sweat and i had to write this. there's like 30k i could've written about this but tbh, i needed to get this out lol. also taesan has been living in my head rent free so this is his eviction notice. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!

word count: 6.3k

tags: college au!, basketballplayer!taesan x nurse!y/n, honestly it's just a fluff piece, idiots in love, dongmin is DOWN BAD and falls in love with the same girl 3 times, uhh y/n is a feisty nurse warnings: taesan is called dongmin, uhh alcohol + memory loss involved with getting shitfaced lol

HAN DONGMIN DIDN'T REALLY BELIEVE IN SUPERSTITIONS. to him, things like 'knocking on wood' or 'not opening an umbrella inside' were just old wives' tales that didn't have much substance to them.

but after dongmin had shattered his bedroom mirror this morning (he'd accidentally launched his alarm clock across the room after sleeping too late last night), nearly every single thing in his life had gone wrong.

he'd put expired milk in his cereal because kim donghyun (his roommate) hadn't switched out the milk like he'd promised to the day before. then he went to take a shower, only to be burned by scalding hot water since the landlord refused to change the heating system, even though they'd been suffering through the sticky heat of august for fifteen days already. as if all of that wasn't enough, he'd accidentally torn his favorite hoodie trying to clean up the fragments that'd fallen on the floor. and when he was trying to salvage his hoodie, he scraped his forearm against the fragments, meaning he had a nasty gash along the long side of it.

which meant he'd have to go to the hospital to take care of this stupid bloody mess instead of going to class.

that was how han dongmin found himself sitting in the waiting room of the urgent care center of the hospital, a shoddy rag wrapped around his forearm, his essentials hoodie covered in blood, expired milk, and mirror dust.

needless to say, dongmin had gotten more than a few strange looks from the other people in the waiting room in the last four minutes he'd been there.

"han dongmin!" the receptionist calls out, and dongmin launches himself out of his chair, impatient to get this over with as soon as possible.

something about hospitals just gave dongmin the heebie jeebies. the fluorescent lighting, the smell of rubbing alcohol, the tangible feeling of sickness that wafted through the air.

ugh. dongmin hated hospitals. in fact, he was so sure that he would never even step foot in a hospital after this. if he needed to wrap himself in bubble wrap to do so, then so be it because he hated hospitals and he would never come ba -

dongmin stops dead in his tracks, right next to the recovery bed that the receptionist had led him to. standing in front of him was the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen in his life.

you were smiling at something the patient in front of you was saying, leaning over to bandage the patient's scrape with a little bandaid that had cartoon ryans all over it.

fuck that.

dongmin was ready to break his leg if it meant that he got to stay in the hospital and stare at your beautiful face all day. before he could find something big and heavy to knock his leg into, however, you make your way over to dongmin, clipboard and first aid kit in hand.

"hello," you say with a soft smile. "my name is y/n l/n and i'll be taking care of you today. is there anything i can help you with?"

"will you go out with me?" the words escape dongmin's mouth before he can even process what he's saying and you immediately lean backwards, a disproving wrinkle between your eyebrows.

"excuse me?" you say, and it's clear that dongmin's not gonna be in your good graces if he hits on you. he really hoped you were like this with everyone and not that you just found him super unattractive or anything (donghyun swore up and down that dongmin was not ugly - especially now that he'd dyed his hair! but donghyun also never had to chase after a girl in his life so...). or worse, if you already had a boyfriend.

but before he can ruminate about your affronted stance too deeply, dongmin rushes to fix his mistake. "i mean, hospitals really freak me out. the ethanol smell and the lighting and everything kinda gets in my head, you know what i mean? do you think you could just slap some gauze on outside?"

the tension in your shoulders immediately relaxes and you take a step forward once more, setting the first aid kit down next to dongmin.

"oh yeah, that makes sense," you say, sounding relieved. "unfortunately, i can only provide care while inside the hospital to make sure that the instruments and gauze are sterile to prevent any contamination. i promise i'll be as quick as possible so i can get you out of here!" you explain, a slight pout tugging your lips down in the most adorable way as you seem genuinely sorry for dongmin.

it was official: han dongmin was in love.

"no, don't worry. take your time. i mean, the cut is pretty bad and i don't wanna leave any mirror guts in it," dongmin says. as quick as possible, my ass, he thinks to himself. i gotta find a way to make this last for as long as i can.

"of course!" you assure, before looking down at the clipboard. "so i assume you cut yourself on a broken mirror? does it hurt when you apply pressure?"

what was the answer that would keep you here longer?

"yes?"

"are you asking me or telling me?"

"telling?"

"very convincing. i'm gonna need to apply pressure and confirm for myself then, if that's alright with you?" you look at him in a way that seems to be somewhat apprehensive and dongmin has never wanted to reverse time more than in this very instant.

until he doesn't because your hands are on his forearm, examining the wound gently and applying pressure around the open gash.

"does it hurt when i do this?" you ask, eyes trained on the way that his forearm muscles ripple and move as you apply pressure in different places.

dongmin's not the most buff guy on the planet, and you checking out his muscles was definitely not for your own pleasure, but at least all of his time on the court and in the gym has paid off in some way.

"uh...no. not unless you're super close to the cut," dongmin says and you nod with a gentle smile. it's in that moment that dongmin decides that he would kill anyone and anything just to see you smile like that again,

"that's good to hear. well, i guess that all we need to do is 'slap some gauze on' after disinfecting the wound and making sure we don't have any 'mirror guts' in it," you say, a hint of cheekiness in your tone. dongmin doesn't know what it is about it but it makes him blush, regardless.

"yeah. that sounds good," he says dreamily, trying hard to compose himself once more when you flash him a questioning look.

you work carefully on his arm, making sure to give a tiny little stress ball to dongmin to use when you descend upon his wound with some antibacterial medicine and rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball.

"so, uh, you look pretty young for a doctor...?" dongmin says, trying very hard to focus his attention on you instead of the stinging pain that came with every touch of the cotton ball on his wound. the more he looked at you, the more he began to wonder if he'd seen you somewhere before.

dongmin wasn't the superstitious type, and didn't exactly believe in 'love at first sight', but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't place you anywhere in his memory.

"that might be because 'm not a doctor," you say somewhat distractedly. "i'm a nursing student."

"oh. oh! you're a nursing student?" he asks. student. that means that you were either his age or just a few years older than him. and it also probably meant that you were a student at a university near by - maybe his?

"yep. a second year. although, don't worry, i've completed all of my first aid clinicals last year itself," you explain, leaning back in satisfaction when you finish cleaning up the wound.

"my school has a pretty famous nursing program, you know. maybe you've heard of yonsei's nursing program?" dongmin asks, eyes shining with hope.

it's only then that you look up at dongmin with an excited look in your eyes, turning to throw away the used cotton balls.

"i go to yonsei as well! i'm just starting my second year. it's a little strange because the nursing program runs through the summer, which is why i'm working clinicals right now. i'm almost done though, so i'll be switching into a field i'm more interested in," you say and dongmin swears he hears wedding bells in his mind. beautiful, kind, intelligent, and the same age as him? it was like god was basically handing his soulmate to him on a platter. maybe love at first sight was real after all.

"me too! well, i'm not a nursing major, but i'm a second year electrical engineering major," dongmin says, watching you turn back towards him with a clipboard.

"mhm, well, i've gotta tell you to be careful for the next week or so. no heavy lifting, sports, and definitely no cutting things. we don't want to make the wound worse, now do we?" you say chidingly, scribbling instructions on the clipboard of how to clean the wound with rubbing alcohol and how many pills of ibuprofen to take per day.

"of course," dongmin says half-heartedly. as much as dongmin hated the feeling of pain, the was the only way that he could think of to get to see you again was to somehow hurt himself again.

"how about you come back in a week to just make sure that it closed up well? make sure it didn't get infected or anything?" you ask, handing him the sheet of paper.

god was real.

dongmin swore he was going to go to church and donate at least 10,000 won for the blessing after blessing he was receiving today.

"oh sure," he says, a mischievous thought popping into his head. "but is it ok if i find you on campus? i have a lot of labs over the next week and i can't miss them if i can't even participate in them, so i can at least get the information. i won't really have time to stop by the hospital," dongmin says carefully, watching your expression to ensure that it wasn't changing with every word that escaped your lips.

technically, it wasn't a lie. dongmin did have a lot of labs next week but that's definitely not why he wouldn't have time to stop by the hospital.

"i don't see why not. i don't need any sterile instruments to just check quickly, so that shouldn't be an issue," you say slowly, nodding to yourself as you look around the little station to make sure you wouldn't need any of the equipment.

"perfect," dongmin says, shuffling out of the bed that he was sitting in to leave before turning around nonchalantly. "do you think i could get your number? so i know where to find you?"

you look up at him, and dongmin tries his best to seem sincere and genuine rather than as calculating as he felt, trying every tactic possible to see you again.

"yeah. yeah, here let me type it into your phone."

he hands his phone over to you, and it takes every single fiber of his being to keep himself from looking excited about any part of this transaction. you were already suspicious enough of him; you definitely didn't need more reasons to add to the list.

you're frowning slightly when you hand the phone back to him so dongmin pockets it without a second thought, to prove that he wasn't trying to be weird.

"thank you so much again." dongmin waves as he leaves, flashing the award-winning smile that he usually reserves for aunties and restaurant owners for free sides. oh, and for his fans.

you don't blush and trip over yourself when he does like his fans do - although you offer him a soft smile in return.

although, dongmin muses, i guess it would be weird if a nurse who met me for the first time would be anything like a college basketball star's fan though. maybe.

he shakes his head, opening the door to the hospital, looking down at his arm wrapped in gauze. yeah. there was no way that dongmin was taking a break from basketball. season started in less than three weeks and as yonsei's point guard, he had no choice but to just power through the injury.

it might work out in his favor after all. at least it would give him more chances to see you.

+++

turns out, the universe gives him a chance less than two days after he sees you for the first time. and in any other case, dongmin would be incredibly excited to see you again. he'd probably be ready, waiting with freshly showered hair and clean clothes and nice smelling cologne.

instead, when he sees you again, he's wearing raggedy shorts, a stained shirt, and holding a basketball that he definitely should not be holding.

dongmin knew he was fucked the moment you walked in through the double doors that opened up to the indoor basketball court of yonsei, light spilling in from the outdoors, along with the chatter and excitement of students returning to university.

you walk in wearing white, along with six other people dressed similarly, the basketball team's physician (dr. moon taeil) at the head of them all. dongmin hopes that you don't recognize him - or at least don't see him actively playing but of course, you manage to turn your head to see dongmin throw the ball out of his hands in a random direction in panic.

the ball, then of course, managed to fall neatly through the hoop, as though dongmin had intentionally thrown it there, causing him to want to die on the spot.

so he couldn't do that during a game with korea university, but now that he was doing everything in his power to keep you from seeing him play basketball, now he manages to throw it in the one place it shouldn't go.

your eyes narrow when dongmin turns to face you, your gaze falling to his (poorly) wrapped forearm. he offers you a trembling grin, which slowly turns into a frown when you look away, shaking your head as you start talking to the girl next to you.

at least you wouldn't say anything to coach about how he wasn't supposed to be playing right now, dongmin thinks to himself. even if i've effectively ruined my chances of her ever believing me about anything ever again. uh. not that i've had more than one conversation with her. or might have more in the future.

dongmin shivers, jogging over to where the basketball had fallen to pick it up and return to his place at the three-point line and continue shooting practice.

he returns to where he's supposed to be practicing, so that his back is facing the group of people who'd entered - namely, you.

"i forgot coach mentioned that we've got new on-site medical staff," dongmin mutters to himself, dribbling the ball before lining up his shot. "i didn't know that she'd be a part of that though - she can't be the sporty type if she didn't recognize me from the hospital."

dongmin is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't even feel the dark presence looming over him until the ball is released from his hand.

"HAN DONGMIN!" someone yells, right next to his ear, and dongmin scrambles to attention, wincing when the basketball bounces off the rim and into the cart of basketballs he was practicing with with a resounding clang!

he turns slowly, eyes closed, as if that would make you go away.

"i cannot believe that i bandaged you up so carefully just for you to start playing again! how could you be so careless? do you not want to be able to play during the season? you're yonsei's ace and you're being this irresponsible!" you're heaving by the end of your rant and dongmin blinks, trying to come up with a response.

you definitely didn't know him well enough to yell at him like this - much less in front of all of his teammates - but for some reason, that's not what stuck out to dongmin.

(much to his chagrin, you being angry was hot. like really hot. especially since he'd thought you'd be the soft and cozy type, not the impulsive and quick to anger type. he really liked this side of you.)

"you know who i am?" he asks slowly.

"OF COURSE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! OH, YOU ARE GETTING ON MY NERVES. YOU ASS, I DIDN'T BANDAGE YOU UP THAT NEATLY FOR YOU TO BE WALKING AROUND SHOOTING THREES!"

you're yelling at him, and for some reason, dongmin has never wanted to kiss someone more in his life. he'd never though he'd be this attracted to someone that he's just met yelling at him, much less in front of his entire team and her own entire team. but for some reason, as dongmin looks at you waving your hands all crazy and annoyed, all he can think about it how much he likes you.

it wasn't just physical. of course, he thought you were beautiful - possibly the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his life and he would die on that hill - but it was more than that. it was as though he'd genuinely fallen in love at first sight.

you could tell him that you were a serial killer and at this point, dongmin would just admire your bloodlust.

"uh. dongmin?" coach jung says behind him, hands crossed over his chest. "do you guys need a moment to step out and come back?"

even coach jung seems a little bit intimidated by your livid state of being and dongmin has to cough to cover up his life.

"no coach. we're done here," you say, turning dramatically on your heel to turn back to your friends. but dongmin moves quicker than even his own mind can process what happens.

before he can think, his hand is wrapped around your wrist, spinning you closer to him, almost as if the two of you were ballroom dancing.

you look up at him, shocked, but dongmin is slow to let go of your wrist, not wanting to lose contact with you.

"no, we need just a moment," dongmin says, his eyes never leaving your own. it's clear that you neither expected this nor were used to this kind of behavior from anyone and before the fight that's building inside of you bubbles out, dongmin tilts his head toward the door that leads to a hallway extending to the equipment room, practically begging you with his eyes.

you aqcuiesce - or at least, dongmin thinks you do - from the way that your shoulder melt just the slightest and you let him pull you into the hallway.

"what?" you snap the second the door shuts behind the two of you. "okay, maybe i didn't let on that i knew you from our encounter, but that's irrelevant. i didn't need to tell you that i knew you. and besides, as your healthcare provider, it would have been extremely irresponsible on my end for me to let slip that i'm a fan - or that i know you personally at all."

dongmin can't help but let a small smile slip. "personally? we know each other personally?"

you fluster in that moment, looking anywhere but at dongmin, bringing a large smile to his face. he'd never thought that the feisty, quick to temper and quick to lose it, loud type was his type but he was starting to enjoy it very much.

"alright, well i know you personally enough, alright?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "we've met before."

now it's dongmin's turn to look flustered, as he wracks his brain, trying to come up when or where the two of you have met before. he wasn't the one-night-stand type, so that couldn't be it. he also didn't have an insane amount of friends outside of the basketball team and donghyun's friends, so that wasn't it either.

"i'm really sorry - and i'm definitely trying to hit on you, just not right now - but i don't remember. i'd definitely remember someone like you," dongmin says, and he's well aware of the fact that his tone does not sound any level of displeased, and rather dreamy.

you roll your eyes, looking down at the ground. "we kissed once. twice actually. but um. that's not my point."

you clear your throat, as if you hadn't just dropped the biggest bomb of the century on dongmin, shaking your head. "why the hell are you playing basketball on an injured arm anyway? i specifically said no sports!"

dongmin raises an eyebrow. "you say you're my fan and yet you're still asking me why i'm playing when we have our first game in a week. and hold on. i'm not letting go of that first part; we've kissed? twice?"

you shrug, but it's clear that you don't think of it as nonchalantly as you're trying to make it sound when you speak. "yeah. in freshman year. once in spring semester and then once in fall. it's not a big deal. to you at least. clearly you kiss a lot of girls, if you don't even remember us kissing at all."

"now that's not fair," dongmin pouts, but he's well aware that he's not conveying this well at all. suddenly, a flash of a girl wearing a red dress, looking up at him with big eyes and a pouty lips crosses his mind.

good god. were - were you dongmin's mystery girl?

+++

"what do you mean dongmin finally found his mystery girl? the one he's been crushing on for a full year?" myung jaehyun says incredulously, instantly pulling out his phone to look you up on instagram.

dongmin sits in the middle of his friends, all sitting at the same table as they were supposed to be eating lunch, his head resting in his hands.

"you mean the one that he swore was the love of his life? god, he wouldn't shut up about that for at least six months," lee sanghyuk says, shoveling noodles in his mouth.

"try a year," donghyun groans, rubbing his forehead in pain. "do you remember the state of this kid when he woke up the next day?"

"good god, it was horrible. all he could say for a full week was that he wanted to jump out of the window because he'd lost her number and that he was never going to find true love because he couldn't remember her name, number, or even what she looked like," sanghyuck adds.

park sungho, the newest addition to their friend group, blinks, looking at dongmin, who's head is still in his hands.

"you were down bad, man," he muses and jaehyun on the side of him snorts.

"down bad doesn't even begin to describe it. it got to the point where we had 'girl in the red dress' and 'true love' jars because he would talk about her." jaehyun sighed, looking at dongmin pointedly. "he'd put enough money that we'd bought alc for the rest of freshman year. just in spring semester."

"that's what you get for trying to prove that you could drink a 4lokos without getting shitfaced," donghyun says, nose crinkling as he recalled the hours he had to spend making sure that dongmin wasn't going to die by choking on his own spit. "and he went and did it twice. it took us months to get to the point where we could invite this guy anywhere so as long as he swore not to bring her up again."

dongmin looks up, almost excitedly. "do you think that if i drink another 4lokos, we'll kiss at another party?"

sungho leans over, smacking him upside the head. "you're so fucking dumb. and i can tell just by these stories. you're not allowed to drink until season's over, idiot. and she's on your medical team. why don't you start by making a good impression while you're not so drunk you're going to start insisting that spongebob is hydrophobic."

("you were there when that happened?")

("you idiot, you thought i was spongebob. you kept throwing my drinks away because you thought i was going to disappear into them if i drank them. which makes no sense because that's not what hydrophobic means.")

("oh. sorry man.")

"yeah. just go to the med clinic tomorrow, apologize to her, and bring her flowers or something. women eat that shit up!" sanghyuk says with a mouthful of noodles and jaehyun nods, pointing his chopsticks at him excitedly.

"they do! my girlfriend always feels better with food and flowers," he says, cheeks stuffed to the brim with carbonara.

dongmin's mind races with all of the implications of doing so, but every single one of his thoughts fade away in light of the fact that he could redeem himself in your eyes. he slams his hands down on the table, swinging his legs over the bench to run to the nearest flower shop.

"i'll be back before practice!" dongmin calls out over his shoulder, waving a quick goodbye as he sprints towards the florists.

he makes it to the edge of the courtyard before he hears the yelling of his friends behind him, turning to see them waving at him (and waving some very rude fingers at him).

"YOU FORGOT YOUR WALLET, YOU IDIOT!"

+++

dongmin's friends were useless. absolutely useless.

he'd went and bought the prettiest bouquet of flowers he could find, a nice meal from his favorite bento place, and had even bought three different types of ice cream bars because he didn't know which one you'd like.

he'd walked right into the medical clinic office, his apology gifts all in hand, ready to apologize to you, redeem his honor, and become your own true love.

the last part probably wasn't going to work anyway, but the first two should've been foolproof.

instead, he manages to prove that he was a fool.

as it turns out, he wasn't the only person who thought that the flowers were beautiful; dongmin had managed to bring the queen bee as a secret surprise in the bouquet, which meant that the rest of her hive was NOT very happy that he'd committed royal kidnap, as far as the bees were concerned.

"HAN DONGMIN WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" you yell from underneath your desk, where you were hiding from the sudden swarm of bees that had followed dongmin in.

he doesn't respond, too busy opening the window to drop the flowers out of, hesitating when he sees the number of people that were lounging around the courtyard that the medical office looked out of.

dongmin lines up the bouquet, sending a prayer to god (any one that would listen) as he shoots the best three he's ever shot in his life, so that the bouquet (and all of the bees that accompanied it) landed far away enough from people to prevent them from getting hurt.

of course, a few brave souls had stayed behind to exact revenge for their queen on dongmin, resulting in upwards of five bee stings, before dongmin finally evaded the great medical bee disaster once and for all.

he turns sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"i don't suppose i could find medical care in this clinic, could i?" he says, and he's well aware of the fact that he's flushed bright red, as he always seems to when he's made a fool of himself.

thankfully, there are only four or five people, including you, in the office to witness this disaster - although, dongmin can see the girl you were talking to yesterday surpressing a smile.

"yeah, of course you could. but we're all headed on break so unfortunately, y/n is the only person who's gonna be able to give you medical care. you know, since you've already brought lunch for her," your friend says with a knowing grin. she ushers the rest of the medical staff out of the office, closing the door behind her with a telltale click.

"you can come out from under the desk now," dongmin says, and despite the situation, he finds it adorable that in the case of a bee swarm, your first instinct had been to hide underneath a desk.

"i was going to," you grumble, slinking out from your hiding spot and dusting off invisible dust from your pants. "what were you thinking, bringing flowers with bees in them?"

dongmin blushes, tilting his head as he tries to look anywhere but where you were. "i wanted to apologize to you. in my defense, i kinda always thought bees were made up. i mean, they're so fat! there's no way they should be able to fly. that directly violates like every law of aviation in the world."

your eyebrow quirks upward as you look at the ice cream and lunch he had set down on your desk in his bee-induced panic. "i can't believe you're quoting the bee movie at me right now."

"i can't believe you know i'm quoting the bee movie. i should've known the love of my life was an internet connoiseur," dongmin says with a sigh, examining the bee stings on his arm. how did these bees even manage to crawl underneath the sleeves of his shirt?

"excuse me?" you bark, hands on your hips. "did you just call me the love of your life? when you couldn't even remember who i was like yesterday?"

"okay, wait. you don't understand. first, i need you to help me out by getting some ointment on these stings because they're starting to burn and i don't know if that's so normal. and then, i'll explain everything, trust me."

you reluctantly reach back into a cabinet that reads 'insect stings' and grab the kit for bee stings, pulling a cream out of it, beckoning dongmin to come closer so that you could treat it.

"do you remember what happened that night? or those two nights, i guess?" you ask softly, eyes trained on dongmin's arm so that you don't have to look him in the eyes and he nods.

"i remember. well, as much as i can, anyway. i was blackout drunk both times. and from what i remember, you weren't exactly sober either, so i don't know how you remember me but trust me, whatever you think about me is not true. i was - i was so down bad that my friends had to make a 'no y/n' jar!" dongmin yelps the last part when your hand on his arm presses a little too hard.

"i'm sorry! sorry!" you gasp, immediately leaning over to blow cool air on the place you'd accidentally put too much pressure. "what do you mean by a no 'no y/n' jar though? i thought you didn't remember my name."

"i didn't! and it killed me! i don't remember exactly what happened those nights but i remember how much i liked you. i remember thinking that i'd never meet a girl like you in my life. it still frustrates me that i lost your number - although, i do remember the part where you smacked me over the head the second time that we met. i think i suffered permanent brain damage from that.

"but i remember glimpses of that night. like that red dress you were wearing and how much you were rambling about stars. you were giving me an in-depth explanation about how black holes work and something about how rockets look like they're stuck in time in black holes. not the point. but the point is that i genuinely fell in love with you that first night we met.

"i've got this horrid habit though, when i get drunk - i become either super scared of water, or super infatuated with it. it's honestly a coin-toss. so imagine my feeling the next morning when i wake up with a dissolved piece of paper in my pocket that's supposed to have your number on it, semi-wet clothes, and a raging migraine.

"i thought i met the love of my life and i couldn't even remember her name, number, or even her face. it drove me and my friends absolutely nuts. me because i didn't know how to find you when i couldn't remember anything. my friends went insane because i would talk about you so much that they bought me those swear jars for every time i mentioned you.

"of course, i didn't know your name so you were just 'the love of my life' or 'girl in the red dress' but i think i dumped at least 300,000 won in those jars by the end of the semester. and then as if the universe was out to make my life living hell, we met again and i was shitfaced again. i swore to never touch a 4lokos after that, if that's any level of redemption.

"anyway. i brought you flowers and all this stuff because i wanted to tell you that - that i've liked you for a lot longer than even i've known! i remember most of the conversations that we had, even if i couldn't remember exactly who you were. when i saw you at the hospital, i genuinely thought i was falling in love at first sight. but i guess, that's kinda not true. cause that would be my third time falling in love at first sight."

"why, though? three times? i mean, i don't think i'm ugly or anything but three times? yeah, i mean i guess i kinda also had a thing for you after those two nights. god. i wish i remembered what we talked about for us to get this attached," you say, mumbling the last part. dongmin turns to you somewhat confused, watching you as you open up the bento box he'd bought you.

"you don't remember what we talked about? besides the black holes and stuff?"

"nope. but i've also got a horrible reputation amongst my friends for how much i talked about you. the worst part is that i remembered you but not what we talked about. it was so stupid because no one believed me that han dongmin, yonsei's point guard was the guy i'd had my heart for the past year." you instinctively smile the moment you take a bite of the food and even though it's so small, dongmin's heart swells with pride.

"why didn't you ever come up to me? i mean, this whole year of pining could've been avoided if you'd talked to me," dongmin says, accepting the ice cream bar you handed him. how the hell did you know that was his favorite ice cream?

"i gave you my number once, and i kissed you twice. i figured you were just ghosting me at some point if you weren't going to reach out to me. and besides, nursing really picked up right after basketball season so...i kinda just ended up torturing my friends for the past year," you say, somewhat sheepishly, but dongmin is barely even listening anymore.

after all, how many people can say that they fell in love at first sight with the same person three times?

"well. we're here now. will you go out with me? i promise i won't even touch a 4lokos!"

"deal. as long as you promise to tell me everything we talked about that night. i still can't tell why i fell so hard for you that i chased you down a basketball court in front of your whole team."

"my stellar looks? my killer smile? my stupidly handsome personality? my superb basketball skills?"

"try your stupid attraction to water molecules."

"i have a feeling i shouldn't have told you about that."

+++

freshman year, spring semester.

"really? you've never fallen in love before?" you ask incredulously. you and dongmin are sitting on the balcony of some random friend who decided to throw a party, feet dangling over the edges in between the bars.

"nah. i don't think so," dongmin says, leaning backwards on his palms. "i don't think i've ever met someone who's ever made me feel like my entire heart is their's to do whatever they want to do with."

"then let's play this game," you say, clumsily pulling out your phone. "that one thing on new york times, where you fall in love with someone within 36 questions."

"why? you want me to fall in love with you?" dongmin says, leaning over with a cheeky smile. you push him playfully, focused on trying to pull up the questions list.

"you'd do that whether i told you to or not," you fire back. "and besides, i think i'm a fantastic kisser. so you're probably already in love."

"you're right," dongmin says with a sigh. "i think i am."

freshman year, fall semester.

"question 36. i can't believe we never finished all the questions last time," you say. this time the two of you are sitting so close, dongmin can still taste the watermelon chapstick you're wearing. at this point though, dongmin might as well be the one wearing it.

"to be fair, last time i think we were otherwise preoccupied."

"get your mind out of the gutter!"

"i was talking about how many times you kept getting distracted by the dog."

"anyway. we're on question 36; are you in love with me yet?"

"i should be asking you that. i've been in love."

"han dongmin! i thought you weren't the superstitious type?"

"i'll be whatever you want me to be."

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midnight cafe

sungho x f!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: in which sungho can’t seem to stop thinking about the girl from the cafe, and y/n can’t seem to avoid park sungho as much as she tries.

⭑.ᐟ genre: slowburn, s2f2l

wc: 7098

⭑.ᐟ warnings: painfully awkward fl, sungho and y/n being down bADDD, sexually explicit content (warnings will be given before delving into the scenes, involves alcohol and drunk leads, lots of inner monologues because they’re hUge overthinkers, mentions of death in a joking manner, lmk if i should add more!

⭑.ᐟ smut warnings: soft!dom sungho, dirty talking with degradation, dacryphilia, choking, praising, rough!dom sungho, degradation kink, uses of the names princess, doll, fucktoy and slut, slight dumbification.

the dim yellow lights of the cafe illuminated the sleeping girl’s face as music continued to play from a single earpod he picked up.

oh she listens to junny sunbae nice taste, park sungho thought to himself as he mindlessly slipped the airpod into his ear. The hybe cafe was still open during the late midnight hour, no doubt to provide caffeine to sleep-ridden producers and composers like taesan (and sungho for today).

he glanced at the girl- had he met her before?! his foggy brain failed in helping him place a name to her familiar face, a rather cute face with hair strands falling on her cheek that was squished on the cafe’s bar table-

geez. his current train of thoughts were proof that he was in serious need of some sleep. sungho shook his head fervently as he removed the airpod, the voice of taeyeon fading away. from his peripheral he saw the girl stir slightly. he hastily finished his cup and got up, only for his chair to move with a screech.

“fucking hell” he muttered but it was too late, as the sleeping girl suddenly jumped awake.

sungho saw the world in slow motion at that moment, her half lidded eyes slowly widened as the stool she was sitting on toppled dangerously due to her movement. perhaps it was the caffeine that made him think he was in a k-drama of some sort, because he sprang forward with an arm swiftly pulling her into him to avoid a fall, only for the chair to wobble and land back into its place. a beat of silence ensued before-

“is this real” she mumbled, softly patting her hands that were on sungho’s chest as if looking for proof that it was.

oh, he wished it wasn’t. he was sure she could feel his heart skyrocketing due to their current position. k-drama moment as if, sungho cursed himself and his brain because he was sure he looked terrified right now, very unlike a k-drama actor in a k-drama moment.

“uh” he managed an intelligent response, trying to look anywhere but at her or her brown eyes that were transfixed on him.

another beat of silence.

“oh fuck it’s real”

the words hadn’t even fully left her mouth as she pushed him off and bowed profusely, her flushed cheeks mirroring his own. sungho barely had time to process or bow back before she sped away in the blink of an eye.

what just

he blinked, gaping in the direction where she fled. his heart was still doing jumping jacks, was this the result of barely interacting with the female species? yeah, it was probably that.

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“did you lose an airpod?” taesan questioned his bandmate who was supposed to bring a black coffee but instead returned with a dazed look and a single airpod.

fuck. sungho wasn’t going to get sleep tonight and it certainly wasn’t because of the caffeine.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

y/n on the other hand slammed the door to her studio shut with a bang, sinking down to the floor as she tried to control her rapid breathing.

there’s no way that just happened, no.

“i’m so fucked” she blurted to nobody. of course she was, why, oh why did fate throw her into the arms of park sungho like a damsel in distress?

best first impression ever, he’s probably gonna think you’re an obsessed fan or a creep or-

she stormed towards her desk and grabbed the signed album taesan gave her and shoved it in the depths of her closet. there. now there was no evidence that she was- no might be a fan.

all she needed to do now was avoid park sungho until eternity.

I will not see park sungho. I will not speak to park sungho. If I see park sungho I shall pretend i didn’t see him. If he sees me i shall pretend nothing happened. If he speaks-

y/n’s inner monologue was cut short as her phone rang, newjeans manager’s name displaying across the screen.

“five more minutes I’m almost there” the young producer cried and she stumbled around for her shoes. she barely put them on as she opened her door…only to reveal the boy from her inner monologue.

life truly loved her.

sungho wasn’t a stalker. hell he didn’t even recognise her last night until he remembered that she was one of the producers for newjeans whom taesan had exchanged tips with. and he truly didn’t know that her studio was right next to taesan’s, which made him wonder how he’d never met her before.

and now she was about to step out of her studio and he, happened to walk by her studio…which unfortunately made him look…pretty much like a stalker.

y/n let out an undignified squeak, gripping the door knob for her dear life. the tip of sungho’s ears were bright red as he appeared to be struggling to find the right words.

we really need to stop ending up in situations with awkward silences she thought.

“last night you-“

“i- forgot my socks” the fully dressed girl announced to nobody, her cheeks dusted light pink and she slammed the door shut.

“-left your airpod..” sungho mumbled, reaching out to the device in his pocket.

“man she was definitely creeped out” he cursed himself, silently walking away towards the elevator.

yet a part of him found her round cheeks and wide eyes filled with surprise adorable. but he would never admit it to himself, not yet.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

“girl you are wasted” the barista and y/n’s close friend sori snorted at the girl who was currently banging her head on the table.

“why me…do the gods hate me? whyyyy” y/n drunkenly wailed at an annoyed sori, who shooed away a pair of flailing arms. whatever happened with sungho when she had taken a day off must’ve been haunting the producer because she had entered the cafe with three bottles of soju, determined to get blackout drunk and erase some memories.

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“hyung where are you going?” woonhak cornered the oldest member as he failed in sneaking out of their practice room.

“coffee…i need coffee” sungho mumbled, itching to visit the hybe cafe for some reason, hoping he could get a glimpse of a pair of drowsy brown eyes today too (although he would never admit that to himself).

y/n lost track of how long she had been sitting in the cafe now, slowly downing all three of the green bottles until she was certain that she was hallucinating through her fuzzy vision.

“oh! park yeppi!!” she exclaimed loudly, pointing at the bemused figure approaching her. park sungho was left gaping at her for the second time, his neck flushing a bright red as she giggled. damn you myung jaehyun.

“how do you know-“

“shhhhhhhh”

all words flew out of his mind when she raised a single finger to his lips and stepped forward, brows furrowed and glassy eyes staring into his.

hell. her eyes were prettier up close and her-

“you…really are fucking handsome” she said seriously and burst into another fit of giggles as she stepped away from him, eyes full of mirth.

the audacity. how dare she send him into a frenzy and waltz away?

it took a minute for sungho to realise that she quoted his words from one of their youtube videos— was she a fan? he furiously shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he slowly walked towards a now cheery y/n…who was singing out the queen of tears ost. he chuckled softly, sitting next to her as she beamed back at him.

“you know, you’ve been on my mind allll day” sungho choked on air as he stared at her wide eyed. the girl only giggled again as she booped his nose, swaying on her seat as she continued

“i’m really not a fan sungho- can i call you sungho? i didn’t mean to— hic creep you out. i’m sorry” she finished with a sloppy bow.

sungho was pretty sure his heart died a little on the inside at the sight of her pink cheeks and sad smile.

“n-no it’s me who should apologise, i must’ve creeped you out today morning too” he laughed nervously. y/n continued staring at him, making him shuffle in his seat. his nerves only increased when she moved her chair closer to his and placed her hands on his cheeks, tilting his face as if inspecting it for something. oh god. he was sure she wanted to bless him with a heart attack tonight.

“wh-what is it-“

“you’re…so yeppi”

sungho sputtered out a little laugh, his mind blanking for the millionth time within the past few minutes as she sent him a grin full of childlike happiness.

y/n l/n, she was going to be the death of him.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

y/n felt like death. she was also ready to welcome death with open arms after what happened last night as she grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, screaming silently.

why. just why did she land herself in these situations. memories of last night came flooding back to her as she curled her toes with shame.

“nO you’re yeppi not sungho”

“not this again”

“WHEEEEEE i’m a bird”

“sungho what if we were all chickens”

“i think i’m gonna puke—“

“oH MY GOD okay uh please try to—“

“jUST KIDDING”

“…”

“i swear to god you’re like a baby”

“why are you blushing? ooh you want me so bad”

“wHAT NO—“

“you’re prettier when you blush park yeppi”

“i— you’re way too bold when drunk—”

“AAAAAAAA i don’t want to sleeeeep”

“SHUT UP” y/n yelled out, covering her ears.

the sky outside was a bright blue with the summer sun shining proudly. the weather would’ve normally inspired her to come up with some cheery tunes and alleviate her mood. however all she could think about right now were more methods on how to avoid park sungho although a voice in her head kept telling her to meet and thank him for bringing her back to the studio and buying hangover medicine for her.

(she’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t jump a little at the note he left behind along with his number, to text him if she was feeling sick).

her phone chimed at that moment, bringing her out of her disarraying thoughts.

han taesan (boynextdoor): hey y/n can we meet at my studio today evening?

han taesan (boynextdoor): we have a comeback next month and i was hoping to get some tips from your side regarding the recording i sent last week.

looks like fate wanted her to suffer more than just a little.

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“of course i know her, she’s one of the best producers in hybe” taesan replied, confused at sungho’s sudden question about y/n l/n’s identity. “why do you ask though hyung?”

“it’s just that…i saw her yesterday”

in reality, sungho was very curious about her after last night. he smiled to himself, recollecting her drunken antics and attempts to flirt with him. god she was an adorable drunk.

“oh you’re studio is next door? you really are boy next door!” she slurred as sungho laughed out, tightening his arm around her shoulder while she fumbled for her studio keys. throughout the night she had almost fallen thrice if not for his hold on her wobbly figure. and not once did she fail to surprise him again and again with her drunken humour and words.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked her worriedly, causing her to turn around and beam. “is park sungho worried about me?” she teased, jabbing him in the ribs. “don’t worry” she continued, sparing him the embarrassment of replying with a possibly poor excuse. “i’ve dealt with this before, have a good niiiiight” she finished, sending a lazy smile to sungho.

“…will be coming in a few minutes, hyung do you have the lyrics we wrote for today?” taesan’s voice brought him back to the present.

“wait, who’s coming?”

“y/n. we’re gonna review my recording and the lyrics together”

it took every ounce of y/n’s self control in holding her back from bolting out of taesan’s studio.

from the past one hour she had struggled to concentrate due to the mere presence of park sungho, not to mention how he constantly threw not-so-subtle glances at her and every once in a while when their eyes met, he would send a coy grin at her way.

sungho on the other hand was enjoying the way y/n’s cheeks heated up every time she caught him staring, which only made him want to continue looking because shit she just so darn cute with her flushed little cheeks and round eyes. was it weird that he found her this endearing already? he barely knew her at all but his yearning to get to know her kept increasing every time he saw her.

at one point taesan excused himself for a call, leaving sungho and y/n alone in the studio. the silence was deafeningly loud before sungho finally broke the ice.

“about yesterday—”

“why what happened yesterday?” y/n replied a little too quickly.

keep going y/n. fake it till you make it. you’ve got this.

sungho stared at her.

“you don’t remember it?”

“remember what?”

“that’s strange…you really don’t-“

“i really don’t remember last night”

“i never mentioned it was last night”

y/n stilled. sungho stared at her before he broke into laughter. she shut her eyes tightly as the familiar warm sensation enveloped her face again. oh she was so done for now, why did she keep making a fool of herself in front of him??

“ah you’re cute” he giggled as he calmed down, causing her to redden even more.

“you’re teasing me on purpose at this point” she retorted weakly, hiding her face in her hands. sungho continued to chuckle as he slowly reached out to her, gently peeling her hands from her face to reveal her defeated eyes and flushed cheeks. god she looked even more adorable right now.

“please forget what happened yesterday, i’m begging you” she let out weakly, staring at him in the eyes. his eyes softened as he stepped back.

“yesterday? i don’t know what you’re talking about” he said, blinking innocently. y/n sent him a grateful tilt of the lip as he smiled back, the atmosphere much more calmer now. she could make out that he was saying something but her mind focused on him and him only because god he looked so alluring right now with his neatly styled hair and bright smile.

“…but honestly you were pretty funny, it took my mind off the practice and hectic schedules…”

boy he was rambling. sungho couldn’t help it, he was drawn by her smile, a more tamer one compared to the giddy ones she threw at him yesterday. little did he know that y/n was barely paying any attention to his words, the girl was still busy admiring the way his dark hair framed his slender eyes, and his—

“…you seem really fun to be around, we should hang out sometime—“

“huh??”

real smooth y/n.

sungho’s eyes widened. fuck, he should’ve held back on that one. now she definitely thinks i’m insane—

“n-no! i mean yes we should! ugh i’m sorry i’m always a mess around you” y/n rushed out, muttering the last part lowly to herself. unbeknownst to her the boy’s heart skipped a beat. atleast he wasn’t the only one nervous.

“if it helps…i get pretty nervous around you too” sungho said slowly as she looked up at him, surprised.

this time the silence flew out of the air within seconds as they burst into giggles at their corny confessions. “we’re so weird” y/n let out with a chuckle as sungho calmed down. “but you know, i’ll have trouble forgetting yesterday” he said lightly with a pause. “you’re quite cute when drunk” he added cheekily as she let out an incredulous noise.

since when was he this bold?

“oh come onn you said you’d forget it!” she laughed playfully, trying to ignore the warmth growing inside her.

she was so not going to get out of this one alive.

it had been a week since y/n had started visiting taesan’s studio regularly to help with boynextdoor’s comeback and she had gotten used to being around sungho without looking like a walking talking tomato all the time.

the boy was quite amicable to be around and was a huge danger sign for y/n’s heart because of his natural charms and flirty dialogues he threw out of nowhere.

sungho too discovered that the producer was quite the extrovert and was absolutely smitten by her little laughs at his silly jokes (he had to thank riwoo for those).

despite their growing relationship (as friends, strictly friends in y/n’s words), they still never asked eachother to hangout apart from work hours. which is why sungho found himself in a dilemma in his dorm as he stared at his phone.

💬:hey y/n should we hang out toda—

nope.

💬:let’s hangout today?

too nonchalant, nope.

💬:how does a hangout today soun|

god, he was using the word hangout too much.

💬:how does a date today sound?

should he…call it a date?

sungho blinked, conflicted by the idea.

“did you see my blue socks anywhere?” myung jaehyun burst into his room, startling the boy as his phone fell to the ground. “no!” sungho yelled as he pulled it back up, only to see—

💬: how does a date today evening sound?

(read)

sungho stood up, horrified. behind him jaehyun peeked in as he gasped “aYOO that was smooth as f-“

he gulped as the older member shot a death glare at his direction. safe to say that he scurried away faster than a mouse as sungho ran behind him.

y/n: let’s meet in the hybe cafe at 9?

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

the cafe was empty except for two employees engaged in a deep conversation about their stocks and sori, who was getting ready to leave.

“you better tell me everything tomorrow” she gushed, excited for y/n’s first date as the other girl smiled nervously. when y/n read sungho’s text her eyeballs almost fell out of her sockets. a date?? with her?? her mind spun with all sorts of thoughts as she tried to regain her flow of thought. at last she somehow managed to bring herself to the cafe, spilling the details to sori in a daze as the older girl squealed for her.

as much as she was giddy inside for the date with sungho, y/n’s mind kept going back to the unlucky event she went through today, which ruined her mood for the entire day. she pushed these thoughts aside as she saw sungho enter the cafe—

she felt her breath hitch. he looked effortlessly handsome in a blue button down and jeans, hair falling across his forehead and above his eyes. how could someone be this handsome without even trying at all?

“sorry for keeping you waiting” he said as he settled down opposite her. “oh and i wanted to let you know” he added as he blushed nervously. “i must’ve scared you a little when i called it a date…i wanted to hangout but then i somehow ended up typing in date and it somehow got sent and yeah..”

sungho didn’t know why he was explaining himself, it wasn’t like he did something blasphemous. however he failed to notice y/n’s expression deflated a little at this mention before she quickly plastered a smile back on.

“oh that’s totally fine, should we begin?”

two hours later, the two of them were slightly tipsy as they continued to talk about themselves and their day. “you know, i had such a shitty day today, but i felt so relieved when you messaged me about the date” y/n confessed, staring sadly into her wine glass. “what happened today?” sungho softly asked, resisting the urge to grab her hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

“i got accused of stealing lyrics” she said bitterly, downing the rest of her wine. “what? i’m im gonna deal with these people right now, you could never do something like that!” sungho cried indignantly, bringing a small smile on the girl’s face. “exactly…i detest plagiarism but it saddened me you to hear that” she signed.

“i’m sorry that happened to you” sungho said sincerely, placing his hand on hers. she placed her palm on his, chuckling at the size difference. they sat there basking in the comfortable silence as the cafe speakers played out a familiar song.

“oh i love this song, sungho let’s dance!” y/n rose excitedly, pulling him up by his hand. “but wait- i don’t know how to” she pouted adorably, gazing at him.

fuck. sungho wanted to pull her into a kiss then and there, she had no idea what she did to him did she? ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, he pulled her into a simple waltz, trying to match her movement to his.

Love, Maybe by Kim Sejeong continued in the background as he twirled her around with a laugh, sending her into a bout of giggles. y/n spun back into his arms, hands resting around his neck and she smiled into his eyes. they were full of warmth as he gently squeezed the skin of her waist, where his hands were placed.

her eyes drifted to his lips, those lips which she had come so close to on that day when he caught her. she yearned to inch closer, she craved the feeling of those lips on hers.

were these thoughts a confirmation of the feelings she never voiced out?

she brought her head down to his chest, resting it there as they continued to sway gently to the melody. he brought a hand to her back, as he wrapped it firmly around her.

“this certainly looks like love” sungho hummed lowly, voice reverberating against her ear.

“really?” she slurred, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. unknowingly, she missed the little nod of his head from above her as he gazed softly at her tiny figure resting against him.

two drunken minds led to two unspoken confessions that night at the cafe as they found themselves silently giving into their feelings.

it didn’t take long for the other boynextdoor members to realise that their hyung was acting a little…off. it started with sungho breaking into tiny smiles during their dinners which had them exchanged perplexed looks, followed by him creating endless spotify playlists until 3am.

(he almost made one on their official account but was fortunately brought back to his senses thanks to riwoo).

taesan had an inkling about what made his member this way as y/n would strangely zone out too during their sessions, lips quirking into a secret little smile when she thought nobody was watching.

“oh he’s down bad” jaehyun snorted. “it was obvious that something was up when he used to continuously tag along to the studio” taesan grinned, watching the two work on the lyrics, their shoulders glued together.

y/n was in deep. it was no use denying her growing feelings for sungho and the same could be said for him. he was indeed down bad for the producer as he found her running through his mind almost every minute.

it was a clear skied monday evening when sungho had the shock of his life, a piece of info that sent his soul into emergency mode as he stood up in distress.

“its y/n’s birthday?!” he exclaimed loudly, staring accusingly at taesan who casually mentioned that she hadn’t come to the studio today for that reason.

“how’d you not know that, aren’t you two super close?” taesan asked confusedly. “no…we never talked about this before…it’s too late to even bring her something now isn’t it” sungho clawed at his cheeks, looking at the clock that displayed 6:30pm.

“actually no, she’s probably at her studio or in the hybe food court with sori noona” taesan calmly replied. “you’ve got some time hyung, do something romantic for her” he added slyly as sungho scowled.

y/n was on her way back from the food court after sori had tried persuading her to go to the club for today’s occasion (and failed again). truth to be told, she wasn’t used to celebrating this day and usually just used it as an excuse to skip work and chill at home. today however she was met with the sight of park sungho near her studio as he smiled happily at the sight of her.

“how dare you not tell me that today’s your birthday?!” he whined playfully, sulkily turning away from her as she laughed at his antics. “it isn’t something i normally celebrate…you know, being away from family and all” she said sheepishly.

sungho’s smile faded slightly. he knew a thing or two about that feeling. although the members were there to celebrate events with him, celebrating them with family did hit different.

hearing this from y/n made him want to make today memorable for her.

within a short span of time she had grown to be someone he adored and it broke his heart to imagine her spending her birthday alone.

“well, let’s change that today because look at this!” he removed the cake from the cover as y/n gasped. it was a lovely cake with the words “happy birthday y/n” with a little heart, she felt like melting on spot at the sight of it.

“ah i wasn’t sure which flavour you liked so i picked a simple chocolate” sungho said hesitantly as he scratched the behind of his head.

“sungho this…ah this wasn’t necessary at all but- you didn’t have to-“ when did he have time to buy this cake? didn’t they have a shoot today?

her thoughts came to a halt as he sighed dramatically. “i won’t be hearing any of that now y/n, lighten up it’s your birthday!” he ended with a little whoop as he opened the door to her studio, placing the cake on her desk. “go on make a wish!” he ushered her as she blew the candle, smiled widely. what did she do to deserve someone like him?

“oh i almost forgot, i got you tulips, your favourite!” sungho brought out a bouquet from behind his back, presenting them with a shy smile. y/n didn’t hold back this time as she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. he let out a delighted laugh and hugged her back, stroking her hair as she felt his heart hammering just like hers.

he’s so perfect, it made her heart physically ache.

she looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “thank you for this” she said quietly with a fond smile. sungho bent his head forward and kissed her nose. “i would do this every year, you’re too precious to spend a birthday alone y/n” he said.

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the two of them headed in after debating between watching a movie in the theatre and watching a series on y/n’s bed with some takeout. the former seemed too risky so they settled for the series. upon reaching her bed, sungho glanced at y/n who seemed conflicted due to its size.

“should we sit on the floor-?”

“that’s an idea..but won’t it get uncomfortable?”

“then what should we…”

“how about you—“

sungho stopped himself. the idea didn’t seem too bad to him, but it might to her-

“you could sit on me if you’d like…i mean my lap…i mean it’s gonna be better than the floor-“he stammered as y/n comically widened her eyes.

“you don’t have to though it’s oka—“

“no i’ll do it” y/n surprised her self as she said it. she couldn’t tell who was more redder in the face. sungho cleared his throat as he looked away from her, settling down on the bed with his legs spread.

she climbed onto the bed and plopped into his hold, slowly adjusting herself as sungho let out a shaky exhale. she pulled the laptop onto her lap as he tightened his arms around her, hands warm on her clothed stomach.

“is this okay?” his lips accidentally brushed her earlobe.

“yeah” she let out lowly, ignoring her racing thoughts as she browsed through her netflix.

the two were immersed in the series as they lost track of the time. the ost of twenty five twenty one played through the laptop speaker as y/n sniffled. “i hate the director” she said, wiping her eyes as sungho nodded. she moved forward to grab a tissue and shuffled for a bit when—

“can you…stop moving”sungho said in a pained voice. what happene- oh. oh. y/n stilled as he pulled her flush to his chest which was rising and falling rapidly against her back. her face felt hot as she squeaked out a “sorry”, refusing to look back.

sungho was not okay. how could he be okay in this situation? the scent of y/n’s shampoo wafted towards him and she continued to watch the drama in front of her, having no idea how she was driving him crazy behind her.

“this episode is just painful to watch” he mumbled lowly at the sight of the crying characters when y/n turned her head back to face him. “what—”

she stopped. their faces were inches away from eachother. sungho’s arms unintentionally tightened their hold on her as he held his breath. y/n was faced with those lips again. they were much closer this time, almost inviting her in—

“can i…kiss you?” she breathed out, lifting her eyes to meet his unreadable ones.

sungho didn’t hesitate in placing his lips on hers, kissing her with a sense of longing which he had been suppressing this entire times. she moved her lips against his with equal fervour and she turned herself around, settling herself in his lap fully as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and legs on either side of him.

his lips were warm as he deepened the kiss. y/n gasped as he swiped his tongue across her lips for access, readily parting them as she grabbed onto his dark strands. he slipped his fingers inside her shirt, exploring the soft skin of her waist as she moaned lowly into the kiss.

sungho broke the kiss with a gasp and stared into her eyes that were hazy with desire. “you have no idea…on how long i’ve been wanting to do that” he said shakily.

“ditto” she whispered before smashing her lips onto his again as she felt him harden beneath her. she tugged on his jacket as he stopped to pull it off. he then attached his lips to her neck as she tilted her head back with a gasp.

her hands explored the planes of his abdomen as she scratched her way through them dizzily, his deep groans in her neck only increasing her pace as she grinded against his lower stomach.

“wait” she gasped, grasping sungho’s shoulders to steady herself down. he detached himself from her collarbone, unfocused eyes blinking at hers. “are you sure about this” she asked lowly, looking at him for any signs.

“positive” he whispered at her.

“it’s your birthday, let me make you feel good”.

‼️smut under the cut‼️

he flipped her over so she was now beneath him. sungho knelt above her, reaching for his shirt and peeling it off as she stared at him.

his breath hitched as she lifted her hand, slowly dragging it down from his chest, down to his tense abs and down to palm the bulge in his pants. he unclasped her bra in return as she shyly tried to cover her chest.

“no don’t- shit you’re so pretty” he groaned as he grabbed her left tit with his hand, taking the other into this mouth. y/n shivered at the sensation, arching her back as she shut her eyes, stifling back her moan as he bit down on her nipple.

“let me hear you doll” he murmured around her, moving his free hand down south, playing with the waistband of her pant. “sungho please..” she let out lowly, causing sungho to lift his head up.

“what was that?” he teased, ghosting his fingers over her clothed cunt. “please touch me” she whined, slowly pushing her hips towards his hand. sungho wasted no time as he pulled her pant down, dipping his hand down to her cunt as he teased her folds. “shit you’re so wet” he groaned at the feel of her. y/n squirmed beneath him as she whimpered out another “please”, eyes shining with tears of frustration as he continued to toy with her folds.

then without warning he shoved two fingers inside, causing her to let out a gasp as she lifted her back off the mattress. he thrusted them mercilessly, his other hand finding it’s way to her pulse point around her neck as he continued to paint her chest purple. she let out sinful whimpers beneath him, lifting her hands to his shoulders as she gripped them for dear life.

if sungho thought he couldn’t like her more, he was proved wrong as he stared, enraptured at her expression of pure bliss. this felt surreal to him, the girl he liked was getting off using his fingers and god she was beautiful in this moment.

y/n felt her breath hitch as he tightened his grip on her neck. she gasped for air as he pressed a finger on her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he added a third finger in her cunt. she gave up on trying to stay quiet, releasing choked out moans because of how good he was making her feel.

“sung- i’m coming”she cried shakily as he sped up his movements. “that’s it, that’s my pretty girl” he watched in awe as she came all over his hand. he pulled out his slick coated fingers and stared at them, mesmerised. y/n watched with wide eyes as he began to suck them, the action making her grow wetter despite the orgasm she had seconds ago. “fuck you taste better than i thought” he moaned as she grabbed his nape and smashed their lips back together, pulling his shirt off as she flung it off the bed.

“need you to fuck me…please” she whined against his lips as she slipped a hand into his underwear, running a finger over his slit already leaking precum.

sungho hissed as he pulled away from the kiss, the feeling of her rubbing his swollen tip itself was close enough to make him come on the spot. he discarded his pants and pulled his cock out, pumping it twice as y/n gulped. his cock was perfection, standing tall and proud with the perfect thickness and size. she whimpered lowly at the thought of it nearly impaling her in the next few minutes.

sungho shuddered, a red flush coating his neck at her reaction to his cock. “i won’t be able to hold myself back if you keep looking like that princess” he choked out, feeling shy by her lust filled gaze.

“don’t hold back” she said airily, moving closer to him. an unreadable expression crossed his features before he gestured for her to wrap her legs around his hips. without wasting another minute he slammed his cock into her with a single thrust, both of them moaning loudly at the feeling. y/n could feel the tears pricking her eyes, not at the painful stretch of her cunt but from the sheer amount of pleasure his cock was giving her.

sungho felt himself twitch inside her, at the sight of her tears. god he was sick in the head for getting turned on by her tears but he couldn’t help it. she looked unreal with her glossy eyes and desperate little cries. he slowly pulled out and slammed back in, just to relish the way she weakly clawed at his chest through her breathless whimpers.

“fuck you feel so good- like my own little doll” he cursed at the sensation of her cunt practically chocking his cock. she moaned loudly at that, causing him to look at her. “do you like that?” he asked with a smirk, slowly pulling out and teasing her with his tip. “y-yes”she cried out “like it when you call me..your doll, y-your fucktoy” she mustered, causing sungho’s eyebrows to fly up. he’d be lying if he said her confession didn’t turn him on even more.

y/n let out a cry as he started snapping his hips into hers, his hands cupping her tits with a vice like grip for leverage while throwing the most filthiest words at her. “look at you, my shameless little princess” he rasped. “crying because of my cock, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, like the slut you are?” he grinned cockily, reeling from the feel of her cunt clenching tighter at his words.

all traces of the sweet and gentle sungho from earlier were gone, it was like a switch had flipped inside him as he stared at her with dark eyes filled with an almost feral glint. his chuckle felt meaner and mocking as he wrapped his hand around her neck again, restricting her airways as she gasped out a moan.

tears slipped out of her eyes onto the sheets as she choked on them, the signs sending his hips into a rougher frenzy. “tell me princess” sungho groaned. “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“yes! yes- fuck sungho!” y/n gasped as he hit a particularly deep spot inside that had her seeing stars. god she could feel him everywhere inside her. “you’re so huge” she sobbed as his ego boosted through his libido, pressing the bulge in her lower stomach as his eyes darkened at the sight.

“you’re taking my cock so well, my pretty little slut” he cooed, lips turning upwards as he met her unfocused eyes. he bent down to bite her nipple as she arched her back, pushing her chest into him while tangling her hands into his locks. he continued pounding at an animalistic pace, the bed shaking occasionally due to their movements.

“s-so good..” she whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation. she could feel her orgasm approaching, tugging on his hairs as he moaned into her breast. she couldn’t think straight anymore, her mind was dizzy with pleasure as her hips moved automatically to meet his.

“shit you feel so good” he gasped, his thrusts getting erratic. he grabbed her by the neck as pushed his lips onto hers, harshly pulling her hair and fisting the strands to bring her face near his. “such a freaky girl” he sneered as she moaned into his mouth at his action, her nails scraping his broad shoulders painfully.

“i-im close” she whispered, feeling her cunt spasm with each thrust. he brought his hand down to her clit and pinched it, bringing her orgasm crashing down with the action. y/n’s legs shook violently around his hips as she cried out. he continued pounding into her sensitive cunt, ignoring her whimpers. “stay patient like the fucktoy you are” he scoffed as she pulsated around him. that did it for him as he came with a moan, shooting hot ropes of cum into her as she milked him dry.

❕end of smut❕

y/n was barely able register her surroundings anymore, still lost from the aftershock of being fucked so intensely. she saw sungho sit on the bed as he moved to clean her up. he laughed quietly at her fucked out state, causing her to blink back at him.

“did i really fuck you dumb?” he questioned, a little smirk taking over his face. “i think so” she mumbled as she gestured for sungho to move closer. he lied down in the little space beside her as he pulled her into his side, pulling the blanket over them as their legs tangled underneath.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk tomorrow” y/n said into the silence as sungho laughed loudly.

she let out distressed sound at this realisation and snuggled closer into his chest.

“wait- does this mean you like me?!” she exclaimed suddenly, facing sungho who looked extremely amused.

“you’re asking me this after i just fucked you dumb?”

“i mean…”

he giggled as he pulled her in for a long kiss, feeling her hand encase his cheek as she melted into the kiss.

“you drive me crazy park sungho” she said once they broke apart from the kiss. he smiled widely at that, hiding his face in her hair as she laughed at his endearing behaviour.

“you’ve been driving me crazy since the drunken night” came his muffled out response as she grinned.

“you’ve been driving me crazy since before that- well sort of” she admitted, causing him to sit up and look at her with a surprised look.

“oh my god you’re a onedoor aren’t you? i knew it— that’s why you knew about yeppi and i bet you have an album too-“

“no i don’t!! i mean not that i’m not a fan- i watched your videos because- ugh!” y/n buried your face in her hands as sungho doubled over next to her. “it’s not like that” she whined as sungho calmed down, still giggling at the news he discovered.

“okay okay tell me when i first drove you crazy”

“it was when you gave me my food delivery that got sent to taesan’s studio accidentally” she said, recalling the way she was floored by the boy’s stunning good looks when he apologised with a smile as he handed the chicken fries back at her studio.

“oh my..that was ages ago, you’ve liked me since then??” sungho gaped at you with a hand over his mouth. “sort of…that’s when i looked you up online and watched your videos and yeah” she finished shyly as he brought her back into his chest.

“gosh you’re so cute it’s killing me” he all but squealed as she giggled at him. “what am i going to do with you?” he sighed with a smile as he brought his forehead against hers.

i don’t know…how does being my boyfriend sound?”. y/n cheesed back as he whined dramatically along the lines of “you stole my line!”.

taesan: they got together?!

sori: 5 screenshots attached

sori: thank god they did, girl’s been pining since ages

taesan: oh wow…did not need to know about hyung’s skills in bed, i need bleach.

sori: LMAO

in the bnd groupchat:

taesan: GUYS SUNGHO HYUNG GOT TOGETHER WITH Y/N!!

riwoo: everybody act surprised

leehan: they liked eachother?!

taesan: …

jaehyun: …

riwoo: …

jaehyun: woonhak you owe me 20

woonhak: patience grandpa🙄

sungho: i hate y’all.

a/n: felt like the ending could’ve been better but i hope you guys liked the fic overall! i’m pretty new to tumblr, atleast for the writing part and i apologise in advance for sounding awkward asf😭, this is a piece that i had written a year ago for sungho and i know that my writing might not be the best out there, so feel free to leave any feedback in the comments! please like and reblog if you enjoyed it and please do follow me for more content as my inbox is currently open!

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fake a kiss and heal a heart 𐀔 han dongmin

⠀⠀⠀chapter one. : a broken heart and an unexpected gesture.

warnings : alcohol consumption, kissing, angst if you squint, a kind of panic attack ⋆ word count : 4,034

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MAYBE DONGMIN SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO JAEHYUN THIS TIME, perhaps he should have taken it upon himself to endure all the sadness in the world without taking action. what a clever idea it had been to hire someone totally unknown to him to play the role of his fake girlfriend and accompany him to an unimportant student party.

on your side, the end of the month was pretty hard on the money, so an extra income wouldn't go amiss. donghyun suggested this idea after stumbling across this unreliable site : a complete directory of people willing to be paid just to look pretty and stand next to random people for one occasion or another. at first, you didn't give it much thought. but since you knew your favorite artist was coming to your town, you had to save every penny you could to pay for your concert ticket. that's why you decided to take the plunge and create your profile, hoping that at least one person would find you attractive enough to hire you.

and that's what led you to your current situation, walking briskly through the crowded city streets, under the light of the streetlamps, to reach the person who had contacted you earlier in the day. it was probably a bit hasty, and you probably wouldn't have time to learn much about why you ended up accompanying him, but it shouldn't have been too complicated. looking again at the photo of himself that he had kindly sent you earlier, a small smile spread across your face as you realized that, at least, he didn't seem to be an old pervert dude interested in young female students. after a few last minutes of walking, you found yourself at the rendezvous point, looking around for any sign of his presence. furrowing your eyebrows to get a better look at the faces of the people around you, you finally spot him, leaning against a stone wall, headphones on.

trotting over to him, you finally tapped his shoulder, which caught his attention and created a look of surprise on his face. « hey, you're han dongmin, am i right? » you asked softly, tilting your head to the side with a smile as he dropped his headphones around his neck. the black-haired boy nodded, and you could see the tips of his ears redden slightly — cute, you think. « i'm y/l/n y/n, nice to meet you. » you added, leaning forward slightly to greet him, before he did the same.

he seemed shy and unsure of himself, and you could easily guess that the idea of hiring you didn't come from him. his honeyed eyes seemed lost and unsure of themselves — as if they were trying to figure out what to say or what emotion to use. « what time do we have to be at this student party? » you say, changing the subject so as not to make him uncomfortable, while looking at the time on your watch. a small, almost inaudible oh escaped his lips before he looked down at his phone, holding out his hand as if to guide your path, « you follow me? »

his voice was soft, like the lullabies sung by mothers when you're little. it was as if he was afraid to speak too loudly. nodding as you began to walk, dongmin followed your movements, staying close to you. « so.. your name is dongmin and you're 19, right? » you asked, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets to keep the cold from attacking your skin. « uh? oh, yea. » he replied, staring at the road ahead. « we're the same age, » you suddenly felt his gaze settle on your side, which prompted you to continue, « i'm glad you're not a weirdo.. i was a little afraid i'd run into an old pervert. »

dongmin nodded positively, raising his hands and shaking them as if to claim his innocence, « i promise i'm not weird, » he said, insisting that he really wasn't weird at all, « i'm just a little unsettled, i'm not used to doing thing like this. »

you understood how he felt. so you nodded in turn, turning your benevolent gaze on his face, offering him the sincerest of smiles. « i could feel it, » you admit, shrugging your shoulders, « but that's normal since we don't know each other and i'm literally here to play your fake girlfriend. »

his cheekbones flushed, a light red-pinkish shade on it, in contrast to his eyes, which were painted with a glint of sadness. so the subject must have been a sensitive one — but you needed to know a little more. « can you tell me why i'm here, dongmin? » he wasn't surprised by your question, but a sigh left his pretty heart-shaped lips right after it.

« my girlfriend broke up with me a month ago, and i don't want her to see that i'm still moping about our breakup, » he let slip this explanation from his lips, as he carelessly tucked his headphones into the backpack he was carrying, « well, my now ex girlfriend. » you hummed in reply, nibbling your bottom lip as you look away from his face. he seemed really devastated by the situation, you could tell by the way his demeanor had suddenly changed. he seemed to close in on himself, looking all around him as if he were panicking, and the way his thumb played frantically with his rings. you had to do something to divert his attention and help him relax, otherwise his plan would fall through completely.

then you suddenly stopped walking, hooking your fingers into his sleeve to prevent him from advancing any further. and when his questioning gaze landed on your face, you offered him a gentle smile. « everything will be fine, » you started, letting his arm fall back along his chest, « i'll be there to help and support you, okay? »

dongmin took the time to observe you properly, for the first time since you two met a few minutes ago. you were smaller than he was, you sounded fragile, yet your voice exuded boldness and unparalleled assurance. he was slightly jealous — you wore so much confidence on your face, when he could barely look you in the eye. he wasn't usually so shy, so reserved, but the reason for your meeting made him nervous without knowing why. it was probably the fact that he'd spent all his savings on a fake girlfriend, with the sole aim of making his ex-girlfriend jealous. it's ridiculous, he thought, finally looking away from your gentle, kind face. however, he had really chosen the prettiest girl on the website to accompany him.

« yea, thank you. » he finally says, gesturing you to walk again with a simple nod of the head. sliding in beside him with a smile, you didn't dare ask any more questions, as you didn't want to accentuate the sadness that was currently occupying the whole of his heart.

after many long minutes and a dark sky, dongmin stopped moving forward, staring at a point in front of him. following his gaze, your eyes landed on a house that seemed crowded with people — loud music blared from the open windows and people chatted on the porch just in front. finally raising your eyes to the boy beside you, you watched his gaze suddenly devoid of all confidence.

he was on the verge of running away and turning back, but your hand on his shoulder drew his attention to you. « eh, you can do it, » you announced softly, like a whisper that only he could hear, « i'll be by your side from beginning to end. »

he couldn't explain why he found a certain reassurance in your low voice, or how the way you spoke didn't make him doubt your sincerity. you had to play a role, sure, but why were you such a good actress? he didn't know what to answer : he was caught between the desire to show everyone that he was not the sad and depressed boy they all thought, and the desire to run away from all this charade which only accentuated the pain in his chest. and anyway, what was he going to do if he suddenly found himself face to face with her? sure, you were there, but what was really your role in this situation? stay silent by his side and smile at his ex? he couldn't put you through this when you had been so nice to him from the beginning. biting his lower lip while juggling his gaze between your reassuring face and this big house, a shiver ran down his arm when suddenly your cold fingers intertwined with his. and for the first time, his eyes looked into yours.

« eh, han dongmin, » you started to say, taking a step forward towards him, « i'm here to help you, okay? » then, your thumb mechanically caressing his skin caused a comforting warmth to rise along his spine, « we're going to show her together what she lost. »

the boy observed you for a few seconds, before sighing, closing his eyes while applying pressure around your hand clinging to his — then he nodded, gently pulling on your arm to pull you in with him. he didn't notice the little victorious smile on your lips after that, way too busy not to chicken out until he get through the front door. he didn't bother to ring the bell or even knock, immediately going inside and dragging you with him. a few glances landed on both of you, and where dongmin completely ignored them, you responded with a charming smile of which only you held the secret. his hand didn't let go of yours until you reached what you assumed was the kitchen — where he hastened to serve you two glasses of alcohol. which he swallowed in one gulp.

you quickly grabbed his hand, removing the now empty red plastic cup from it, sad eyes settling on your face. « eh there, slow down a bit okay? » a scoff left your lips, placing his glass on the counter next to you, as he lowered his head in a defeatist gesture, « hiding yourself in alcohol won't help you anything. » you explained to him, patting the top of his head with your free hand.

« did you see her? » you asked, taking a sip of your drink as you watched him settle into one of the high stools around the counter. dongmin nodded negatively, rubbing the bridge of his nose without bothering to respond to you verbally. « do you want to play a game? » you said suddenly, pushing your arms up to sit comfortably on the counter, next to his stool. the black-haired boy looked up, his eyes meeting yours as you shook your shoulders, « to pass time. it could be funny. »

he didn't hate the idea of playing a game with you — but he didn't have the faith to make the slightest effort to move. so after a few ideas, you suggested the game of twenty questions with the simple aim of getting to know each other. after all, even as a fake girlfriend, it would be safer to know some details of his personality. « alright.. i'll let you start. » he declared, turning around to pour himself a second cup of alcohol, without you stopping him this time. pretending to think, you stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before returning your gaze to him, « what are your hobbies? »

swallowing a few sips of his drink before answering you, dongmin gave you the opportunity to look at him silently. you had to admit that he was very handsome — and a boy as handsome as him would not be common in the streets. when he finally spoke, you leaned forward slightly to hear him more clearly, not wanting to let the music disturb your conversation. « i like to make music. i like writing songs and composing melodies, » he explained, and you saw the little flame of excitement in his eyes disappear as quickly as it had appeared, « it's the only thing i'm good at anyway.. »

wrinkling your nose as you jostle his shoulder, dongmin ignored you as he continued downing his glass of alcohol. « okay, my turn, » he said, staring at the ground, « why are you doing this? »

rolling your eyes at his question, not finding it interesting in your opinion, you placed your hands against the surface behind you. « i give you three reasons, you choose the one that suit you best, » you replied, and before he could protest, you cut him off by continuing, « one, because you're pretty hot. two, i need some money. and three, because i was bored. which of the three do you prefer? » — tilting your head to look at his face, he rolled his eyes before finishing his second drink, « the second is the most plausible. »

what a shame, you would have preferred that he chose the first one. you weren't going to complain — especially since he seemed to have relaxed since you arrived at the party. a smile took place on your lips as you thought about your next question : part of you wanted to ask him what happened to make him so sad, but on the other, you feel like it was an intrusion into his private life that concerned you in no way. so you simply changed your mind, not wanting to appear intrusive. « why did you choose me? » you asked, as he leaned back so that his back was against the counter. you watched him shrug as he played with the rim of his cup, « you didn't look like a psycho. and it was my friend who chose you, all i did was contact you. »

a sulky pout played on your lips as you looked away from his silhouette — you couldn't say why, but the fact that the idea of choosing you didn't come from him made your heart sink. sniffing before finishing your drink and leaving the cup on the side, dongmin raised his chin towards you and stared at the profile of your face without saying a word. trying to avoid meeting his gaze, you puffed up your cheeks and chattered on the marble with your fingernails — until his delicate fingers encircle your wrist, suddenly attracting your attention. « what? » you say, pulling slightly on your arm to loosen his grip, but your eyes met the pretty smirk on his lips, making you stop moving.

« are you disappointed? » he said suddenly, a scoff leaving his tongue right after. turning away and looking up at the ceiling, you decided to ignore his remark and continue sulking in your corner. a crystalline laugh escaped from his mouth, which somehow filled you with happiness — it was the first sincere laugh you'd ever heard from him. dongmin swiveled around again to pour himself a third glass, but you didn't understand how he could do it without letting go of your wrist. you could still feel the warmth of his fingers around your skin as he took a sip of his beverage. he seemed reassured and in a better mood than earlier in the evening — which was a good thing.

not wanting to disturb him further, you raised your eyes to look around you, until your gaze falls on a face so pretty you could have fallen backwards. « do you know this girl? » you asked innocently, not thinking for a single second that it could be the girl who haunted the young boy's thoughts. dongmin raised his head slowly, his eyes filled with apprehension — and suddenly, his hand around your wrist tightening slightly. he felt like he was running out of air, like he was suffocating, as if all the oxygen in the room had disappeared. the pressure on your muscle caught your attention, and you hastened to place your alcohol on the counter to help him. « eh, eh, what is going on? » you asked, placing your hands on his cheeks in panic, lifting his face tenderly so his eyes locked on yours, « han dongmin, look at me. »

he was trying not to panic, to breathe properly and not to juggle so quickly between your two eyes — but his heart in his chest hurt so much that he felt like someone was tearing it away. his jerky breathing was of great concern to you, so you stepped down from the counter to find yourself closer to him, placing one of your hands on his distraught heart. « eh, listen to me, » you started, looking him directly in the eye, « do as i do. breathe in... breathe out... breathe in, breathe out... that's it, that's good. »

after a long minute of controlled breathing, you felt his heartbeat return to a steady speed under your fingers. he seemed to have come back to his senses. « how do you feel? » you asked softly, tucking the strands of his hair back correctly on his forehead. dongmin nodded, patting your shoulder in thanks, « awful. but.. thank you, y/n. »

just as you were ready to answer him, a smile tugging at your lips, a voice suddenly came from behind you. you could see his face turn as white as a sheet, and his eyes slowly move up to stare at a point — a person, behind you. turning to face the voice, you came face to face with the pretty smile of the girl you understood to be the ex-girlfriend of the boy beside you. « hey, taesan. it's been a long time. » she said suddenly, making you frown. taesan? is this a nickname they used between each other?

dongmin rose from his stool, now standing beside you and scratching the back of his neck. « hey jieum, how have you been? » his voice was much more confident than you'd expected, and the look she gives him doesn't seem to frighten him. so.. her name is jieum, that's pretty, you think. there was nothing about her that seemed ugly : her face was flawless, her smile was to die for, she was tall and slender, she had lovely pianist's hands, and her voice sounded like those used in children's night show, the kind of soft voice that grazes your heart with a gentle kiss. you could almost be jealous of the soft, gentle aura emanating from her, but you remembered that she had to have one little flaw that led her to lose possession of dongmin's heart.

you hadn't followed the conversation in front of you, far too busy analyzing the girl as if she were an object of experience, until you hear your name roll off your new friend's tongue, « this is y/n. y/n this is jieum. »

arming yourself with your best smile, you leaned forward slightly to greet her, looking her straight in the eye, « nice to meet you, jieum. dongmin told me a lot about you. » — a sparkle suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her warm hand came into contact with your shoulder, as she gave you this look full of innuendo, « for the better, i hope ! »

you didn't have time to reply when a fourth person joined the conversation : another boy. glancing at him, then at dongmin, you can see something break in his eyes, as if someone had just thrust a dagger deeper into his heart. diverting your eyes from his face, you subtly slipped your hand into his, squeezing his fingers between yours in a reassuring and comforting gesture.

« ah, guys, meet my boyfriend, his name is sungho ! sungho, this is taesan, and his friend y/n. » she explained, smiling broadly as if the sun had just come into the room. you understood why dongmin had trouble getting over the breakup : jieum was mesmerizing. but what worried you most right now was how he must have felt after learning that this guy was the one to replace him. your hand gripped his more firmly, as you made small talk with the two new people so he doesn't have to worry about it. then after long minutes that seemed like years to the young boy, jieum and sungho waved goodbye and wandered further into the room, leaving you alone with a dongmin even more broken than before.

you tore your gaze away from jieum to meet the boy's devastated face, emotionless eyes staring into space as if nothing mattered anymore. then, when he felt your hand tug on his, his tear-filled gaze locked with yours, « don't cry.. » you whispered, your thumb tenderly caressing his pale skin.

but a hiccup escaped his lips, as he tried at all costs to hold back his tears. « she looks at you. don't cry now, she doesn't deserve your tears. » you explained, bringing your free hand up to his cheek to brush away the pearl of salt water that had just escaped from the corner of his eye. then, biting your lower lip, you looked him straight in the eye, « do you trust me? »

dongmin didn't know what to say : how could he trust a girl he'd only just met? but part of him felt that you were good for his heart's well-being. those last few hours with you proved to him that you wanted nothing more than his well-being. so he nodded, briskly, up and down, looking into the whites of your eyes. and in the madness of the moment, it took him a few seconds to realize that something warm was suddenly against his lips.

your hand against his cheek held his face in place, as you dared to kiss an almost stranger for the sole purpose of making his ex-girlfriend jealous. dongmin's lips tasted like alcohol — which you sensed even more when the pressure of his lips against your mouth grew stronger. his previously empty hand was now placed behind your neck, holding your face close, as he closed his eyes to appreciate the exchange more fully. it was pleasant to kiss han dongmin — but what wasn't, however, was feeling all the sadness of his heart against your lips. he seemed to want to get rid of everything that was eating him up inside, as if all his emotions were too hard to feel on his own.

then, after a few seconds, he finally pulled away from you, his pupils juggling back and forth in the depths of your eyes. « you don't cry anymore.. » you whispered, your index finger tenderly caressing his cheekbone. dongmin nodded slightly, not willing to move one millimetre away from you, before speaking in a broken, weak voice, « we're getting out of here, um? »

nodding positively in turn, you took a step back to retrieve your jacket, putting it on in a hurry, before pulling dongmin by the hand to the front door. passing by jieum, you unintentionally gave her a provocative look, knowing full well that she had witnessed your entire kiss scene. you didn't want to get angry with her, you just wanted to know and understand what she could have done to break this poor boy's heart into a million little pieces. for the little you knew, it was she who had decided to end this relationship, and it was also she who already had a fresh new little boyfriend. perhaps she'd lost her love for him, in which that case, she'd done nothing wrong? but it seemed far too easy, bearing in mind that dongmin was really devastated. nodding politely to her, you end up continuing your walk to the door, before leaving this place and taking a disturbed han dongmin with you.

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YOU'RE JUST LIKE A FAIRYTALE : boynextdoor medieval headcanons.

or, alternatively, when you realized you were in love with them.

genre. medieval au. headcanons. fluff. lots of secret relationships and mutual pining. warnings. fairytale cliches. brief mention of fighting in sungho's. marriage/engagement. not proofread. pairing. boynextdoor x princess!reader (separate). wc. 2k (300 each). request. no. a/n. this is basically just my bonedo medieval brainrot bear w me it's kind of a mess, but it's a cute mess

SUNGHO: THE PERSONAL GUARD

maybe a bit dramatic, but you realized you loved Sungho after he saved your life

you had been ambushed by a group of bandits on your travels to another kingdom

and Sungho had fought all of them off single handedly, assuring your safety above everything else

you had always brushed off the butterflies or warm feeling in your chest when you were around him

he was your personal guard, it wasn’t proper for you to have any feelings for him

but you couldn’t ignore it this time

when you got back to safety, the request to kiss him slipped out

and before you could apologise or backtrack for the outrageous request coming from a princess, he was already fulfilling it

the feeling of his lips on yours felt so right, even though you knew it shouldn’t

you both swore that it had just been a mistake afterwards

but the taste of his lips never left your mind, and it took everything in you to not ask for more the next few weeks

every time you looked at him, it was as if he was testing you

he held such a sparkle in his eyes and his lips always looked so inviting

but no, it was improper for you to pursue anything with him

the only reason he was even by your side 24/7 was to protect you

but eventually, your excuses fell apart

you couldn’t stay away from him, and he couldn’t resist you, especially when you asked him to kiss you

it went on for weeks until Sungho had to ask what he really was to you

and, by then, you couldn’t possibly deny that you loved him more than anything

you fought to be able to have a relationship with him despite how unconventional it was

but given how dutifully Sungho had served as a guard, your father finally yielded

he knew that no matter what, Sungho would keep you safe and loved

RIWOO: THE DUKE

the first time you realized you loved Riwoo was after a dance at a ball

you had been well-acquainted with him for years before the two of you starting pursuing a closer relationship

he would always be in attendance at balls or other royal gatherings

and he was your favourite dance partner

whenever you danced with him, all your worries seemed to fade away

he guided you with grace and ease; he was by far the prettiest dancer

practically miles above the other men in attendance, especially since they had a tendency to step on your feet or dress

it was in the middle of one extravagant ball

you were both in white attire by chance, and anyone at the ball could see that you two fit just perfectly together

after the main dance was over (in which Riwoo danced with you in the centre of the room, catching the attention of everyone), he lead you to the balcony

he told you he had always admired you and held feelings for you for years now

you had gotten countless love confessions, but Riwoo’s was different

he was so shy and endearing; quite the opposite of the confident demeanour he had always worn around you

his eyes held sincerity and his cheeks flushed the prettiest pink colour

hearing him confess only made you realize that he had always held a special spot in your heart

you had also held fond feelings for him for many years

of course you accepted his offer of courtship

and gifted him a kiss on the cheek as well

you only danced with him the entire rest of the night

and when you received other offers from other gentleman, you felt giddy being able to say that you had already promised the next dance to the duke

you got engaged to him months later, and the entire kingdom approved of the match

JAEHYUN: THE JESTER

you fell in love with Jaehyun because he was the only person who could make you laugh

he was hired to entertain you as a jester

and while you loved to hear him sing and watch him dance or do tricks, you loved his smile the most

he was always smiling whenever he was around you, and he looked so pretty

you had always been pretty lonely and bored cooped up in the palace, but Jaehyun fixed both of those problems

he always made sure you were entertained and laughing whenever he was in your company

he just felt like your person

you could tell him anything and everything and he never told you that you were silly or improper for liking something like other people did

he was the one person that made you truly happy, so of course, those feelings soon developed into the biggest crush

he got the hint that something was up when your usual touches lasted for a little longer than normal

he was the first to ask about it, fully expecting you to shut down his thought (or hope, rather) that you might have feelings for him

the thought was just ridiculous that you could have fallen for him

he was like an excited puppy when you told him that you really did love him like he thought

he had never hugged you tighter

dating him in secret was thrilling

it was a secret just between the two of you

everyone else in the palace thought that your relationship was the same as it always had been; a jester serving his princess

but the glances you gave him in the corridors and at dinners said otherwise

he was still eager to complete your every request

it was his job, after all

except, what was once requests for him to sing or dance for you soon turned into hugs or kisses

but even if he wanted to refuse (which was the last thing he could ever think of), he couldn’t

it was his princess’s orders

he had no choice but to fulfil them to the best of his ability

TAESAN: THE RUNAWAY PRINCE

you had always been obsessed with fairytales, so it was almost a given that you fell in love with Taesan soon after you met him

he was the definition of a fairytale

he first appeared outside your window one night

you were scared that he would be seen by the castle guards, so you told him to climb up into your bedroom

turns out, he was a runaway prince from a neighbouring kingdom; one that had been missing for months

you had to keep his identity secret as there were search parties for him, so you disguised him as a palace gardener

it was easy to get him a uniform, and there were lots of places to hide amongst the vast bushes and tall hedges of the grounds

you only meant to help him out at first, never for you to actually get attached to the boy

but he was so lovable it was impossible not to

he had all the charm a prince should have, but his stories were so much more enchanting

he knew next to nothing about plants or gardening, but he was so eager to learn about it

he was just excited to have even a sliver of freedom

you knew that you liked him after the first couple of weeks

when your heart started to race whenever he would climb up from your window after being out in the garden the whole day, you knew that he wasn’t just some strange prince from another kingdom you were helping out of kindness

you told him you liked him, scared that he would find it weird

but he just laughed

of course he liked you back, though

you had helped him when no one else did— he had fallen in love the very first day

you kept your relationship a secret until you could announce your marriage to him and reveal him as the lost prince

LEEHAN: THE PRINCE'S FRIEND

you had loved Leehan ever since you were a child

he was your older brother’s best friend and always came to the palace to play with him

he had always been just a family friend that you liked to spend time with, but you had secretly garnered a crush on him since you were around 12

he was nice to you and always treated you gently compared to your brother

and he loved to dance with you at balls

but travels took him away for some time and you didn’t see him for a few years

when he came back, he had matured into his features a little more and his duties as nobility

he held himself with more confidence and you were almost scared he had changed too much

but the second he had time alone with you again, you realized he was the same gentle Leehan that he always was

he caught up with you as if he had never left

it was like coming home

he told you about his travels like you were the only one he wanted to tell

you were in awe at the way his eyes brightened when he talked about the aquatic life he had seen

he started visiting the palace more and more often now that he was back in the kingdom

except instead of going for your brother, he was going for you

you realized a little late that he liked you, and that was why he kept visiting

he was a bit embarrassed when you asked him about it

the boy thought that he had been subtle with it

as if his eyes didn’t light up and his heart didn’t race at just the sight of you

once he knew that you loved him as well, he got a little more confident

his flirtatious side started to show, and he would secretly send you flowers and gifts

it took one of the palace staff catching you both kissing for him to actually propose, though

WOONHAK: THE STABLE BOY

you loved anyone who shared the same love of animals that you had; which is exactly why you fell in love with Woonhak

he didn’t come from a wealthy background

he was just a simple stable boy in charge of taking care of the horses

you had always spent most of your time by the stables, so the news of a new stable boy intrigued you

you were quite pleased when you met Woonhak

you could tell that the horses loved him

he groomed them thoroughly and made sure they were all well fed and happy

he took them out for rides and took special care of the little ones

he was scared to talk to you, so you always had to be the one to initiate conversations with him

he opened up a bit more when you brought up horses

he had random facts about them and little things he had picked up about their personalities even though he had only been working for a month

he just had a way with animals that was both adorable and attractive

you got butterflies every time you talked to him

they only grew when he started giving you flowers

you were sure it was just him trying to be nice, but it made you fall so hard for him

when you told him that you loved him, he was absolutely shocked

he just didn’t understand how a princess could fall for a simple stable boy like him

but your insistence and reassurance eventually lead to him reciprocating the feelings

he was happy to be able to call you his, of course, but he was also so careful

he refused to even stand close to you unless he was sure that you were completely alone

you took those chances when you were alone to kiss him, of course

it was uncertain whether you would ever be able to marry him or even reveal your relationship, but you stayed hopeful

all you needed to know was that you loved him and he loved you back

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