AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | Chp 9

AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | chp 9

SOMETHING’S CHANGED, IT’S FISHY

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            — EXES ALERT     ౨ৎ     KTR

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

PAIRING  𐙚  actor! kim taerae x idol! fem!reader

GENRE  ⊹  socmed + written chapters, celeb! au, kinda exes to lovers, fluff, humour, maybe angst, they have communication issues

FEATURING ⋆ zb1! jiwoong + hanbin + mathew + yujin + hao, cix! jinyoung, aespa! all, leeserafim! chaewon, the boyz! changmin, stayc! seeun, tiot! junhyeon p1h! intak

📓 devils in misery  .  actors nation  . why are we screaming

001 1 like for taerae

002 cute nerd boy from finance

003 #employmentera

004 jinyoung hate club

005 what the fuck 🔥🔥

006 nurse hes out again

007 bad idea

008 gay dog

009 jazz music stops

010 kiss my ass

011 i aint reading all that

012 shit 🏃‍♂️💨💨

013 watch ur back

014 yntaeraejunhyeonhanbin

015 dinner at cheonanz

016 crazy bitch smiling

017 mustard head

018 passenger princess jinyoung

019 jinyoung on the loo

020 taeraenator

021 #DittoSzn

022 plan b

more tba...

TAGLIST : @sukirene @lluvjjun @jwielle @francinethings23 @alwayswook @222brainrot @planethyuka @xinxinyy @rikimylove @ilovewonyo @haohyo @euphoriashimkongz @ilovechanhee @wtfhyuck @xxpr3ttyk173rxx @wccycc @replayenthusiast @shotaroswifeyily @stryroses @cosmic-marauder @woncoree @haowonbins @avocarua @147file @i-yeseo @cyberpunksunwoo @chaerybae @wonyoungsvirus @minfolio @07yujin @imsodazed (send an ask or reply to this post if u would like to be added)

Serenade (Eric Sohn)

|| Inspired by Boynextdoor’s song Serenade 💃||

Warnings: very cute hehe, fluff, Eric is head over heels for the reader, kissing, kinda strangers to lovers 💃

Sana: Yolo 💃👯‍♂️, okay so I was not planning on writing serenade AT ALL but then I saw Dora’s post about that I was like “I have to write on this!” I am glad I did 🧍‍♀️. I also had very much fun writing this but now I was overthinking a lot and now I think it’s not good enough but meh 🫠🤏. I still loved writing this at the start 🤧.

Word count: 4,004

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There she was, the girl he was head over heels for. She was simply just sitting there, listening to what the professor is yapping about but she still looked so effortlessly beautiful that he could feel his hearts doing flips even tho she was just sitting there doing nothing.

Looking down at his blank book the boy sighed when he realised that today yet again, he failed to pay attention to the class. If you closely examine his notebooks you would surely notice small doodles on them which were only about her. Small notes on them which were his feelings, how he truly felt about her. How he made notes on what she wore that day. Not like a creep, just a observation.

Flinching in surprise the boy looked up from his book and saw that the professor already dismissed the class long time ago.

“Mr.Sohn you were not paying attention in the class today too.” The professor said as he slid his glasses down to stare at Eric.

“I am sorry professor Lee but I have to leave urgently.” Eric said as he stood up from his seat and started packing up his stuff. He hurriedly exited the class trying to catch up with her, only to stop when he saw her already walking away with her group of peers.

Slouching his shoulders the boy turned around on his heels and walked in the opposite direction of her. Going up on the rooftop the boy saw his friends sitting there chatting with each other happily.

Taking slow steps towards them, the already upset boy let his bag fall down on the floor dramatically as he himself took a seat beside his close friend, Sunwoo.

Holding his head in his hands the boy silently screamed in it trying to get his minds of her. He could feel a hand patting his back in a motivational way.

“Did not get to talk with her again?” He heard Sunwoo asking. Looking up the boy stared up in the sky which was starting to get dark.

“I tried but she was already walking away with her friends. I mean..she won’t even notice me..” the boy said with a slight pout on his face. Drawing circles on the ground the lovesick boy continued to ramble about her.

“Man, you just gotta approach her. Eric she won’t notice you unless you make an effort. Try to at least make a small talk.” Eric heard another one of his friends say.

“But..but she is just so pretty, kind, her voice is like honey. Just hearing it once makes me have a sugar rush. I mean..just looking at her makes my heart thump in my chest. How do you expect me to go talk with her?” Eric said dramatically as he looked up in the sky again “The sky is like me, dark..ah what am I gonna do? My life is ruined..” Eric dramatically exclaimed again. He could hear his friends sign at his behaviour as they just let him be.

“Your life is not ruined Eric..” Sunwoo said before he stood up to leave the rooftop.

His whole lunch just went in him thinking about you. About your sweet smile, he still remembers the time you helped him out. He was still new that time. But you were there for him. You showed him around, introduced to some students, helped him get comfortable but that’s it. He was still grateful to that. But that was the last time you spoke with him.

You both did agree on being friends but then maybe it just didn’t work out between you two. Eric thought you both clicked pretty well, but maybe not you.

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Sitting in the cold library, Eric tried his best to concentrate on the subject he was studying. But he could not understand a thing in the textbook which was written.

It was not making any sense according to him. Throwing his head back the boy closed his eyes to try to cool his brain off and then start everything again in hopes of understanding it.

“Are you sitting alone?” A soft voice asked from behind him making him flinch and drop the pencil he was balancing between his nose and mouth. Scratching his head in embarrassment the boy bent down to pick up the pencil.

Sitting properly on his chair again the boy looked up only to stop breathing for a moment. There she was, the girl he was totally head over heels for—the girl who would make him forget to take breaths and make him forget about his surroundings. She was right there. Standing in front of him, with books in her hand as she patiently waited for his reply.

Snapping out of his trance the boy tried to clean up the mess he made in hurry, half excitement because he would finally be able to talk with his crush again and half out of embarrassment because man he just let his crush see him in such a mess.

“Yes, yes you can sit beside me. Not that you have to. It’s just you asked if I am sitting alone so I thought you’d be looking for a seat.” The boy rambled on as he finally seemed to come to a stop from cleaning his mess. Looking at her Eric gulped nervously as he saw her pull the chair out and sit down just beside him. Oh god. He could feel his hands getting sweaty again. Rubbing them on his ripped jeans Eric cleared his throat as he diverted his attention back to his textbook to distract himself.

“Eric right?” The boy stiffened upon hearing your voice, moreover he was rather more shocked that you remembered his name. Looking up nervously the boy gave a small nod to her.

“It’s been ages since we last talked!” There it goes. His heart doing those unnecessary flips. I mean…he knew that you still existed. Of course he knew. You were all he could see in a room packed with people. You were always on his mind no matter what he did.

“Yeah, how are you doing?” Eric asked in a shy voice as he kept his eyes on the book which was in front of him. Normally, he would never be so shy to talk to a girl, but boy when it came to you he would become a mess. It was like this tone of voice he was is only for you. He is shy only around you, because normally he might even be the loudest person in a room full of guys.

“Pretty good actually..hey I noticed that you have been stuck on that page since ages. Do you need help? I am great in that subject..” he heard you ask. He could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. You? Just offered to help him? No way. He must be dreaming.

Clearing his throat Eric looked up from his book for a split second before looking down again “Sure, sure if you’re okay with it.” He said quietly.

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Yawning Eric checked his phone to check what time it was. Widening his eyes he looked at Y/N nervously “It’s almost past 10. Let me walk you home..” Eric said softly as he started packing his stuff.

“You don’t have to. Really it’s okay..” Y/N said with a smile as he slung her bag over her shoulder, “No let me. You stayed back because of me. That’s the least I can do,” Eric said politely. Nodding to his words Y/N started walking towards the library door with Eric beside her.

Walking down the silent street Eric kept looking around, not daring to meet her eyes. Constantly rubbing his palms on his jeans he kept stealing small glances at her.

“There is a convenience store near my house? Wanna grab a bite? You might be hungry..” Eric heard Y/N ask. Looking up at her, he felt his heart pound in his chest. The moment he looked into her eyes he could feel his cheeks heating up. Immediately looking down Eric nodded his head.

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Entering the convenience store both of them went to the ramen section. Grabbing the noodles of their choice and getting a drink they went to the cashier

“I will pay. Consider it my treat..” Eric said with a grin on his face as he let the cashier scan their food

“You don’t have to tho..” Eric chuckled when he heard Y/N whisper that. Looking at her he gave her a smile as he shook his head when he saw her looking at him

“You’re late because of me. Just let me do this favour for you. And no one can ever deny free food now, can they?” Eric said as he paid for the stuff.

Getting everything both of them walked outside, where all the tables were. Taking a seat on the chair Eric and Y/N both took a seat opposite of each other.

Eating the noodles silently both of them did not make any conversation, enjoying the comfortable silence and atmosphere they had.

“Can I try some of your ramen?” Eric heard Y/N ask him. Looking up from his cup of noodles he pushed the noodles to her while chewing.

“Sure. Have how much ever you want. I don’t mind..” Eric gave her a small smile. He observed how Y/N happily took his ramen cup and slurped on the noodles with delight.

He noticed how some of the soup was on her cheek. Y/N did not seem to pay any mind to that so leaning forward he gently wiped of the soup off her cheek.

Backing down Eric looked everywhere, just now did he realise what he did. He could feel Y/N staring at him. Clearing his throat Eric stood up from his chair and said “Are you done? Come on I will drop you off..” he said nervously as he stared of into air to nervous and embarrassed to even look in her direction.

“Yeah yeah..sure. Let’s go.” From the corner of his eye Eric noticed Y/N gathering her stuff and coming beside him.

The two of them walked silently, their hands lingering in the air as the night breeze came through.

Eric noticed how Y/N was constantly shivering because of the cold air. Taking a notice of her thin clothes Eric removed the jacket he was wearing and draped it over her shoulder silently.

“Hmm? Eric you don’t have to. I am fine,” he heard Y/N mumble.

“No, wear it. You’re shivering.” Eric said softly as he stopped Y/N from removing the jacket.

“Hey, there’s my house. Thank you for dropping me off. I hope we can keep in touch.” Y/N said as he stopped by her front door. Ringing the door bell she turned back around to face Eric

“Yeah..sure thing. See you around I guess.” Eric said while taking a step back.

Waving her off he watched Y/N enter the house. Turning on his heels the boy walked back to his house with only one thing on his mind, she talked with me again, she even knows my name.

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Tossing and turning on his bed the young boy could merely make himself go to sleep. His mind kept on thinking about the interaction he had with Y/N.

Sighing he grabbed his phone and checked the time 3:30 a.m. Opening his contacts he dialled the one number who would listen to his talks.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice spoke on the other line.

“Sunwoo..she remembers my name. Do you know how big that is!” Eric exclaimed in delight. He could hear Sunwoo groan on sleep and annoyance, how can someone be so loud at this hour?

“Eric for gods sake, it’s 3:30 in the morning! Get some sleep man..” the young man mumbled sleepily

“No you don’t get it. What if someone you like knows you? Wouldn’t you be very happy? Be on cloud nine?” Eric mumbled

“Well I am not in love like you so no I don’t get it..” Eric ignored what Sunwoo said and continued with his rant

“But what do I do now? How do I approach her tomorrow? Oh my god I am freaking out. What if she thinks I am a creep?” Eric rambled on as Sunwoo had no option but to listen to what his friend rants about.

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It had been a couple of days since Eric and Y/N last interacted. Currently Eric sat in Sunwoo’s room as he continued to eat his brain out by asking him questions.

“How do I approach her?”

“I don’t know..”

“If I approach her what do I talk about?”

“I don’t know..”

“Do you think she noticed about how I keep looking at her?”

“I don’t know..”

“Do you think she thinks of me as a creep? Please say no..”

“For the last time Eric I don’t know,” Sunwoo said loudly as he glared at the boy who was on his bed. Sighing he stood up from his chair and sat beside Eric

“Ask, hey do you wanna take a walk? The weathers nice?” Sunwoo suggested as he handed Eric his phone, “Come on go on.”

“No that’s to straight forward..” Eric mumbled

“Didn’t you say that she has your jacket or something? Ask her to return that..” Sunwoo suggested again

“No, that’s too rude..” Eric said softly as he clutched the phone in his hand

“Well then make up your mind woman..man..just go for it. Ask her something!” Sunwoo said frustratedly as he shook Eric by his shoulders.

“I will just ask if she is up for a walk..” Eric said as as he started texting her

“We cheered!” Sunwoo said sarcastically as he walked out of the room

💬Y/N ❤️‍🩹

Hi! I was wondering if you wanna take a walk since the weather nice :) sent 4:45 P.M

Shaking his knee nervously Eric bit on his lips as he waited for your reply. Throwing the phone beside him the nervous boy started pacing around the room.

Ting* hearing the notification Eric ran towards his phone to check the message only to groan in annoyance

💬Zomato

Hey! You look lonely. Wanna grab a bite? Quick we have 50% discount for the next one week!

“Now is not the time to play jokes but yes I am lonely..” Eric mumbled as he slid down to sit on the phone when his notification went off again

💬Y/N ❤️‍🩹

Sure! Meet me at my house in 5 :)) received 4:48

Screaming loudly Eric jumped up and down in delight as he ran downstairs where Sunwoo was.

Spotting him in the kitchen looking through the cabinets he ran towards him and hugged him from behind.

“She said yes! We’re meeting in 5 minutes! Oh my god. Do I look okay?” Eric said in panic as he turned Sunwoo around in a swift motion making him dizzy.

“Yes you look alright. Now get out of my house if you don’t wanna be late! Get out..” Sunwoo said as he started pushing Eric out of the house.

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Taking a deep breath in Eric rang the doorbell. Waiting for a few seconds the door opened and Y/N came out. She was wearing a pair of bagging jeans and oversized shirt, yet she managed to look fabulous in that.

“Let’s go?” Y/N asked once she fully closed the door. Nodding both of them started walking towards the park which was near.

“What have you been up to?” Eric asked after a moment of silence. He tried his best to not make his voice shake

“Was just finishing my assignments and stuff. What about you? Did you catch up with all the studies?” Y/N asked as she slowly linked her arms with Eric’s. The boy visibly stiffened upon that gesture as he did not expect her to do that.

Y/N did not fail to notice that. Slowly down Y/N slowly asked “Oh, I am sorry. It’s a habit of mine. I do that with people I am really comfortable and close with..” she said as she started unhooking her arm only for Eric to stop her “No, it’s alright I was just taken aback. Keep it like that…I like it.” Eric said shyly as he looked down trying to hide his red, blushing cheeks.

Reaching the park both of them sat down on the bench as they looked ahead of them. Looking around Eric spotted a ice cream truck not so far from them. Standing up he looked at Y/N and said “Would you like some ice cream? It’s on me..” Eric said as he removed his wallet and waited for her reply.

“Ice cream? I could have some ice cream.” Y/N said while nodding. Grinning Eric and Y/N walked towards the ice cream truck “Which one?” Eric asked as he scanned the board “I will have..butterscotch..” Y/N said as she nodded in confirmation. “Two butterscotch please.”

Getting their order both of them walked back to the bench. Sitting down on the bench they both stared of into space.

“Ah shit..” Eric heard Y/N curse. Looking in her direction he saw that she had spilled some of the ice cream on her clothes. Without saying a word Eric ran to the ice cream truck to get some tissues for her.

Running back towards her he knelt down in front of her as he gently started wiping the spilled ice cream, trying not to get it everywhere.

“Thanks..” Eric heard Y/N say softly. Glancing up at her he froze in his place when he saw their faces so close. Gulping nervously Eric opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

Travelling his lips all over her face they stopped on her cherry pink lips, the way they were slightly parted away from each and just how soft they looked made him just want to lean in and kiss her.

Looking back up in her eyes he noticed Y/N looking at him too. Leaning in Eric spoke up “May I?” He whispered when they were mere inches away. Getting a nod from Y/N Eric wasted no time in attaching their lips.

Pulling away, both of them breathless Eric took a moment before speaking again “Are you free this weekend?” He said slowly as he stood up from the ground.

Nodding her head Y/N linked her arm with Eric’s again as they both started walking away from there.

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“Sunwoo. What do I wear to our date?” Eric asked Sunwoo over the phone as he rummaged through his closet looking for something.

“Eric..for gods sake it’s 3:00 A.M in the morning! Your date is on Saturday. Please let me sleep.” Sunwoo cried from the other side as he groaned in annoyance

“Fine fine. Go to sleep. That’s all you do all day anyways.” Eric grumbled as he cut the call.

Slumping down on the ground, the troubled boy looked at his closet in wonder “I have no clothes to wear..” he exclaimed in distress as he messed up his already messy hair. His thoughts getting all jumbled up as he started overthinking.

Grabbing his phone again he opened his chats

💬Y/N 💗

Are you sleeping? Sent 3:17 A.M

Sending the message Eric started scrolling through their past conversations while smiling like an idiot.

💬Y/N 💗

Nope! What are you doing right now?? Received 3:18 A.M

Nothing much :)) I was just listening to some songs while thinking about you ;) sent 3:19 A.M

Do you have a playlist made for me? Received 3:19 A.M

If I say yes then does that make me sound like a creep or like a lovesick handsome man? Sent 3:20 A.M

I find that cute hehe. By any chance can I get the playlist?? Received 3:20 A.M

Sure! Here

Give my playlist a listen: Serenade❤️‍🩹💗 sent 3:22 A.M

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It was finally Saturday. The day he will go on his first date with you, the he will finally be able to you that he did not want to be just friends, he wanted to be more then that. How he would do absolutely anything for you to be his.

Clearing his throat Eric looked at Sunwoo for confirmation “Do I look like someone who is eligible enough to go on a date with Y/N?” Eric asks nervously as he keeps on fixing the shirt he was wearing.

“You look good enough. I swear to god just go and confess already. At this point the whole neighbourhood knows about your crush. Now come on..show her how much she deserves someone like you..” Sunwoo said as he walked with Eric to the door. Patting his back encouragingly Sunwoo spoke up “All the best and do not disappoint me kid.” Sunwoo said seriously as he shut the door on his face.

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Taking a deep breath in, Eric walked in circles in front of her house. Stopping in the middle, Eric thought over what he was going to say. Finally gathering up the courage he walked towards the door and rang the doorbell.

Taking a deep breath in he clutched his chest when he felt his heart beating fast out of nervousness. When the door opened he stopped breathing when he noticed a older man standing there with a stern expression on his face.

“Eric right? Come in. Let me ask you some questions before you date my daughter.” The man said with a straight face as he let Eric in.

Gulping in nervousness Eric slowly entered the house. Relaxing his stiff lips he tried to look relaxed when in fact he was nervous to death. If he does not calm himself down he was scared that he might fail miserably otherwise. He was afraid that he will mess this one chance up and might even make Y/N’s father hate him.

“Sit down, sit down. I will introduce myself first. I am Jeff. ” The man said as he extended his hand out for a handshake. Immediately shaking his hand Eric introduced himself.

“Eric. Eric Sohn.” Eric introduced himself while sitting down. “Sit down please. I don’t bite.” Jeff said with a small smile already taking a liking to Eric. He motioned Eric to sit down on the couch opposite to him. From the corner of his eyes he saw Y/N standing by the stairs staring at them. Smiling at her nervously Eric diverted his attention back to her father.

“Are you in the same major as Y/N?” Her father asked as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch

“Yes sir, I am in the same major as her.”

“Where are you from? Y/N told me that you were transferred.”

“Yes, I transferred from LA.” Eric said with a smile as he relaxed more.

“Do you have a driver’s license, yet?” It was a rather..weird question but he answered it nonetheless.

“I do not have a drivers license yet sir but I assure you that I will drop your daughter off back safely.”

“Okay dad, that’s enough of interrogation. We’re getting late for our date. Eric let’s go.” Y/N said as she came down and held Eric’s hand dragging him outside with her.

“Bring her back before 11 son!” Eric heard Y/N’s father shout. Yelling back a okay both of them walked away.

“Y/N I don’t know about me driving a car in the future but I will surely get along with your father just for you.” Eric said as he kissed her forehead.

“I know you will,” Y/N said with a smile as she leaned against him to give a peck on his cheeks.

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Tagging: @deoboyznet @littleroaes @sohnric @fylithia @deobienthusiast

Fucking Tumblr. First posted this before without me knowing and then the next day it just gets…DELETED?? I had to edit EVERYTHING again so if there’s any mistake forgive me 😭🫠

“date me instead” “She has a date with me tomorrow” “you’re my boyfriend” DO YOU WISH TO KILL ME BE FR RN RAHHHHHHHH ‼️‼️MY HEART IS PALPITATING SO BAD AJDHEBANSBSJWWSVS I LOVE THIS SM.

Also um. CRYING I DID NOT EXPECT THIS??? I CHOKED ON MY MATCHA WHEN I READ THIS (i’m at a cafe)

ALSO U ADDING MY LIFE EVENTS IN THIS FIC IS TAKING ME OUTTTTT. Delusions have never been this bad istg. ISTG 😭😭😭

Also him skipping the couple skate and watching her solo freestyle is so him like. (petty ass mf)

I CANT BELIEVE U AND @heemingyu (my parents‼️🥲) WERE FOOLING ME INTO BELIEVING THAT ALLY WAS MY SECRET SANTA THO. AT THE END OF THE CALL I WAS FULLY CONVINCED IT WAS ALLY BC OF U TWO… ( @winterchimez r u seeing this rn these two were full on convincing me it was u… )

Conclusion tho: i love it im rereading it so much everyone i know needs to read this RN. ( to everyone following me. This is ur sign )

the warmest winter | tbz choi chanhee | new

​PAIRING » tbz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader​ TROPE/AU » ​childhood friends to lovers, fake dating au, non-idol au!, high school au! GENRE​ » fluffy fluff with a touch of angst, reader is a skater!, chanhee is very jelly of juyeon (hehe), but also chanhee is just jealous in general hehe, fake dating (i tried my best ahhhh), juyeon makes an appearance as jealous chanhee's rival WORD COUNT » 5805 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~21 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » very inaccurate depiction of skating in general (writing this made me miss skating...), very fast proofreading (twice)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

hi @astrae4 !! yes, i'm your secret santa!! 🤭 sorry (not really hehe) for tricking you into thinking otherwise 🫢 it was very cute and funny to hear you say "it's definitely not you" when we were on call 🤣 had my camera been on, i wouldn't have gotten away with it 😫 just to let you know that @heemingyu was also playing along too (thanks for that and reading this, honey bee!) 😁 don't be too mad, dek! 😭 i'm innocent—

There are many good things about having a best friend who has known you since you were in diapers. 

For you, the funniest reason would be how you would dead stare him across the room, with the straightest and plainest face, him directing one back at you. It sends the others into a fit of confusion, worries and frustration as none could ever figure out what’s in the duo’s minds. The chaotic reason would be that you would both wreak havoc together. Like that one time during the last day of primary school when you both decide to fill up thirty water balloons to their full capacity and throw them to any of the teachers in the outdoor field, fearless of the possibility of getting in trouble as graduation was around three hours after. The embarrassing reason would be that Chanhee would come to cheer you on your sport, luxuriously with his branded clothes from all his hard work, holding his big handmade slogan to support you as you glide across the ice to your routine. He would always get an earful from you after but he got his karma when you came in, dressed in highlighter yellow, sitting on the front row seat to his singing performance. 

It’s the day that everyone has realised that the two of you are menaces to society. 

The comforting reason, and is one of the biggest reasons why you two are still stuck to the hip after a decade, would be that when your lips are pouted, eyes glistening with tears, hugging your knees to your chest and whimpering your worries in the night, Chanhee would sit beside you wordlessly. Patiently waiting for you to cry your feelings out, patting your back rhythmically as he sometimes let time pass by scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing the funny reel on his screen to get you to join in his laughs. For him, the moment of calmness when you both would hit the breaks to your chaotic lives would be the best ones too with Friday nights becoming obligatory ‘brake time to get a break from society’ which can sometimes be too much.

But this Friday is a bit different. 

Your final skating competition before you graduate high school is coming up in less than a month and despite the nervous butterflies growing in your stomach, you’re still very much excited to participate. You’re somewhat confident that you’ll do well, especially with all the experience that you have and the achievements and trophies that show off your hard work. But all of that didn’t stop you from agreeing to the voice in your head that tells you to put your blades on and just bask in the cold. Feeling nervous is a given but you have to believe in yourself that you can win this scholarship to your dream university. 

The blades of your skates glide smoothly across the new ice sheet that has recently resurfaced once more. This is the second time that you had to step out of the rink and it shows the duration that you’ve spent without thinking much. Even when the doors to the public were closed, through your coach and her connections to the people who work at the rink, you were able to stay for even longer. Staying on the ice also meant that you were separated from your phone, leaving everyone on delivered for another two hours. 

But Chanhee knows your habits, driving to the ice rink and pushing the still-unlocked front door to see you skating leisurely without a care in the world. He smiles warmly behind his blue scarf, delighted at the little smile and satisfying self-cheer when you land correctly, scratching the ice with your achievements once again. Silently, he sits down on one of the benches, going on his phone but still occasionally looking at your dancing figure once in a while.

You don’t know how you missed a whole hour of another person’s presence—or maybe it’s because you’re so used to and comfortable with him that you don’t notice him—but you literally almost trip from the ice and the edge of the ice rink when you spot your best friend with his Hello Kitty beanie that you gifted him this year for his birthday.

“Slow down.” He tries to hold his laughter when you let out a puff of air, annoyed at your clumsiness. “You should come eat. I’m sure you forgot about that.”

The mention of food and the familiar takeout bag from your favourite place brightens your face, the corners of your lips lifting immensely and you kick off your shoes, tiptoeing in the cold and wet puddles to quickly fill up your stomach after a successful practice session. 

“Knew I could count on you.” 

“Duh.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “I feel so bad for your stockings, I swear.” Commenting on your slightly damp black fabric. 

The only response he got was the way you rub the watered part onto his pants, him shrieking and sliding himself away from you on the bench, only for you to of course follow him. In the end, when he reaches the end of the aluminium seat, he only groans and tells you off, giving an empty warning that he’ll never pick you up and buy you food ever again. When you put your tongue out, making a funny face to him, his cheeks blush hues of red and pink in the dimly lit seating area—you didn’t see it though as you were too focused on the flavours bursting in your mouth. 

When you fully focus back on your food once again, leaving him in his little world, Chanhee buries his lower face further into his scarf, away from your field of vision. He leans a little bit back to make sure he can just admire you without being too obvious. His heart flutters when his mind replays back to your mischievous and cute face, and the way you didn’t mind being so close to his face—though he was freaking out about it all. 

But how could he ever tell you? Because he can’t even explain to you when he started to fall for you. Was it that time when you ran to him at primary school, winging about how you needed a friend to get ice cream? Or that time when you stayed by his side and continued to support him when he hit the hard times while he was preparing for his first performance in high school? What about that time when you would just lay on his shoulder and listen to his worries, completely understanding his thoughts, never judging him through words or facial expressions?

He can’t even make sense of it to himself. Let alone with you.

“I’m annoyed.” Your voice trails off in the big area but it reaches his ears easily.

Judging from the way your feet kick the air and the accommodating tone of your voice with your words, Chanhee’s lips pull into a straight line. “Another one?” followed by a deep chuckle and a frustrated sigh from you. 

“It’s not that funny, okay? You know I’m bad at rejecting…”

He ponders the thought behind your words, nodding as his memories play the series or tears after politely and in some cases, not as kindhearted, rejecting the ones who made an advance for you. When asked why those tears were showing, you commented how “it didn't feel right” and alternatives to “he didn't feel at home. He likes me because of my appearance. He's never even talked to me!” 

Chanhee wishes that it would never be like that for him. But it's okay, for he would never tell you his feelings for you anyway.

The realization weighed deeply in his heart, resonating hurt throughout his entire body. He glances over at you, hopefully discreetly, with how much love he could give you at any time. Impulsively, acting with a tinge of jealousy and possessiveness, the suggestion curled out from his tongue without another thought.

“Date me instead.”

Your feet stop kicking the air and both of your bodies are now stiff with widened eyes, as if the cold finally got to you guys.

“What?”

It sends Chanhee into a momentary faze and the blush on his cheeks spreads through not only his face but his entire body.

“Fake!” 

“HUH?”

“Like, fake dating!”

Then the implications behind his words finally sink into you. You didn’t realise this before but the idea does seem great for someone like you who has been trying to get people off your case. It’s tiring, especially when you can’t find a proper connection with either of them—none of them was better than your connection with Chanhee.

“For once in your life,” Your hand gives him a firm pat on his shivering shoulders, “you have come up with a great idea.”

Playing off the slight hurt in his heart, knowing that from your words that you didn’t see him anymore than just friends, Chanhee bravely flashes you a smile. “Do you want to or not?”

“...what’s the catch?” The growing grin on his face tells you everything. “I know you, Choi Chanhee. There’s no way something as taxing and effortful as dealing with me, has no catch to this agreement. Tell me!”

“The catch is,” he takes off his scarf, exposing the lower half of his face to you. Carefully, he wraps the dark blue material around yours, no longer seeing the exhaling white air, “that you get to listen to whatever I say.”

Adding a little touch to this, he bops the tip of your nose earning a deep grunt and shove from you but your hands still held on to the top edge of his scarf, enjoying the familiar scent and warmth that came from it. 

“Does that soothe your chaotic mind?”

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, feeling your neck loosen from all the tension from the previous regular meetups that you both will have. Especially with you being so busy the entire time, it was nearly impossible to meet up with Chanhee unless he was the one going all the way for you. 

“Nothing will change.” Chanhee shrugs. “We’re just…us. Everyone is already thinking that we’re dating anyway so the only thing that'll change is more hand-holding and all that.”

“No kissing!”

“W-Wha--Of course not!” This time, you were shoved back. “Who wants to kiss you anyway? You literally drool in your sleep!”

“Hey!” With each growing rebuttal, so did the echo that bounced within the walls, “Don’t say that! You know how lonely, I am! That’s so mean!”

The laughing boy didn’t do much to ease you, just sticking a tongue out at you. He did, however, reach out to hold your icy hand. It made him frown, the little mountain growing on his lips. Suddenly, the gap between your body closes with him wrapping a secure hold of your waist. Confused by the sudden proximity, you let out a string of stutters as you look up to see him already staring at you.

“W-What are you…doing…?”

“We’re dating now.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “You have to get used to this.”

“No one is here, Chanhee.” 

He has never been one to initiate skinship. It has always been you cuddling up to his side like a koala, clinging and dragging him to every single place that you wanted to go.

“J-Just…leave me alone and let me hug you.” And he did. Your upper body twists to completely face him and your chin goes over the scarf to rest on his padded jacket. The height difference is why he had to bend to your figure, basically slumping over you but neither of you minded. With a clear of his throat without another word or action, he lets you go, stands up and asks for your hand. “It’s too cold. Let’s go, I’ll drop you home.”

“Wait Chanhee…” 

You drag the last syllable and the hand that reaches out for you slowly lowers. Chanhee sighs, knowing that it can't be good judging from the tone and the way your lips pull sideways.

“I need to rant about my upcoming duet routine.”

“Oh.”

He remembers the first time when you did perform once with someone else. Of course in group work, your effort and contributions matter just as much as theirs would matter to you. But your first (and what you hoped to be your last) partner ruined all potentially happy thoughts about performing with someone else. It sucked that even though you both did win a place at the podium, the stress and effort of basically choreographing at least ninety percent of the routine was not worth the bronze medal on the podium.

For a short while, it killed you to be on the ice and you refused to even step back there without a pressing reason. You're thankful that your coach has always been an understanding one because if she wasn't, your career in figure skating would be shredded at this point. Chanhee did help too, reminding you of the joy and laughter, even making himself borrow some skates from his friend. It led to bruises and him face-planting into the pile of snow but at least he got to see the way your eyebags disappeared over time.

That's more than worth it for him.

“You'll be alright.” He reassured first, kneeling to get into eye level with you even though yours is downcasted. He knows that your mind would go back to the past. “You got a shit partner but you'll be fine. I promise you that you'll do better this time.”

“I hope…”

“Who is it with this time?”

Despite breathing the cool air whenever you could, you could never get enough of it. 

“Lee Juyeon.”

Something inside him stops. Time didn't though because from his peripherals, he noticed how you stood and skipped your way down to the ground floor, patting your outfit dry as if some sort of ice or dust had dirtied it. He hears your announcement, shouting that you will get your things ready from the back room and miraculously, he lets out a croaked answer in return.

Lee Juyeon. 

Everyone in school loved him, Chanhee included. Most wanted to date him, others wanted to be him while the remaining loathed the way he was perfect in every way. In short, Lee Juyeon is the total opposite of Choi Chanhee. 

He prefers to spend his days quietly in the library alone while Juyeon prefers to attend parties. While Chanhee would be in his bed sleeping in the morning, Juyeon would be taking his daily morning run before rushing back home to shower and get ready for the school day. When Juyeon would be in his weekly student council meetings, Chanhee would eat ice cream at that nearby restaurant, basking in the sweetness after a stressful day.

This unfamiliar feeling sends Chanhee into a slight brain freeze when he imagines you both not only close physically but the fact that you will be near the perfect boy for the majority of your time—and the fact that he won't be able to spend time with you because you'll be busy with other priorities—makes the green feeling inside his chest grow with the devil snickering inside his head. He was still so deep in thought that he didn't even notice you wave your hands infront of his face despite having his eyes seemingly on your face.

“It's almost midnight.” You say, opting to drag him out of the building with a hold of his clothed wrist. “Daydream later, loser.”

Oh, you're so right about that. And he's in deep trouble about it all. 

What he didn’t truly prepare for, however, is the number of times that you would leave him on delivered, responding to his messages from the beginning of the day to the end in one go, buzzing his phone repeatedly when he’s doing his final skin routine before sleep takes over him. He’s still understanding, knowing how the competition is important for you. At least she still answers me back right? He reassures himself while throwing the face mask away, the cooling air on his face suddenly turns his mind back to the short ‘date’ from the other day. 

He still remembers the pink checkered shorts that you paired with a simple button white long sleeve. Your hair is freed in the wind, taking the scent of your shampoo—to him. The struggles of keeping his palm dry when it’s around yours, and the bigger struggle to keep his skin neutral void of any redness whenever he catches a glance of your smile.

“Once more!” You plead, handing your phone back to him after switching back to the camera app. 

Despite the roll of his eyes, he’s thankful that the device hid his face from yours, even if it’s only a while. He focuses on the screen and your figure, arguably more than the technology. He directs your poses: hands collecting your hair into a bun, looking down at your feet while the other shot is one of you puckering your lips, looking to the side with a quick peace sign.

Both became his lock and home screen using the excuse of making the relationship more believable—we know more than that though.

It fuels his hate for himself and Juyeon when he texts you that he finished the final part of the routine, asking if you’re free to test it out with him.

After that, school was the only place where you would exchange smiles, stick out tongues, share food, hugs and even kisses on each other’s cheeks, Chanhee only found himself in deep trouble. The public display of affection did make other boys leave you alone, gulping and scurrying away in masses when he would throw them a side glare, his hand on your waist tightening his hold each time. 

It would drag your attention to him, whenever he does that. Such a new feeling, yet fluttering and intimate. You would clutch the loose fabric of his shirt, hand once relaxed on his chest. Brown eyes would run over the creases of disgust and the lines of fury across his usual soft, kind face. Whenever you would ask him for a peek inside his mind, his eyes would quickly turn to the ones that he would usually show whenever he would laugh and nag you to put your upper body back inside his car in the late-night drives. Or when you would do your night routines together every single time, without fail—for your information, it’s been two weeks since then.

Sure it’s all for show, but two weeks ago when he proposed the idea, it seemed that nothing had changed for him and even though he’s glad that no one is crazily chasing after you anymore, it hurt that he feels like he’s been abandoned by you. Heck, he hasn’t even taken you out for a ‘date’ yet. Friendly date, ‘fake’ date. The label that you would put on it didn’t matter much for him as long he took some of your time.

So now, with the owl hooting outside his window, dressed and ready to sleep with his Hello Kitty pyjamas, something is telling him to pick up his keys from the handmade bowl that you both messily painted as kids, go for some drive-through to pick up your favourite food and drive to the ice rink.

The sight that greeted him when he did reach his destination caused the paper cup in his hand to spill all over the rubber of the ice rink. The low-pitched clatter stops the laughs that erupt from you and the male who had his arms wrapped around your waist, his defined chest pressing comfortably against your exposed back due to your outfit, is the one who straightens his back first, noticing the painful gaze from outside the rink.

But again, Juyeon is everything Chanhee isn’t. 

The way that Juyeon let out that signature ‘oh’ of his with the sickening way that he hollers a greeting to the envious boy, not even bothering to throw a discouraging comment that would hurt his pride and would then rightfully give a reason to hate him that has a glad upturned smile on his face, Chanhee would’ve run straight back to the door that he opened excitedly before. Just like your skating partner, you also let out an ‘oh!’ at his presence and he couldn’t help but think that now, Juyeon isn’t taking away his time with you anymore but also the way you speak. 

Leisurely gliding your way towards the railing of the enclosed rink, the anterior side of your forearm rests, your feet still making little circles on the part of the rink that wouldn’t usually be given that much attention to professional skaters like you.

“Having fun?” It came out more venomous and spiteful than he thought. Even his eyes widened slightly in fear, seeing a similar look in your eyes. But he maintains eye contact with you, the paper of the takeaway scrunching rapidly under his hold.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you tomorr—”

“She has a date with me tomorrow.”

“Wait, Chanh—”

“Right?”

It’s so impossible to miss. Not with the way that maybe if Chanhee blinks, the normal act could’ve probably sent his eyes into a newfound breakdown that he has been trying so desperately to hide. Especially not in front of Juyeon, he’s not about to cry now. 

Your chest raises, inhaling the stuffy air to your beating lungs. Lips parted to start speaking your thoughts and Chanhee watched with a more definite crease between his eyebrows as you could only articulate the sounds of some familiar words, unable to audibly tell him anything. For what seemed like forever, you both just looked at each other. You tilt your head every single time your best friend directs his attention away to his house slippers back to your eyes. Beneath the tough exterior that he’s putting on, it’s easy for you to see how something is troubling him. 

The first one is his attire. Unless you were in a life-or-death situation, there is no way Chanhee would stain the white satin button-up and long pants. There was one time when you were begging profusely for a late-night snack and spontaneous hangout but even then, he just nodded and hummed into the phone, telling you that he needs to “keep the white pure, away from the sins of the outside world.” 

Juyeon quietly leaves the scene, hand giving a tight squeeze before disappearing for the night.

“Let’s sit down?” You offer, uncertainty clouding your judgement. 

The bench awaits patiently for you, the jacket lazily slopped over it. You’re so tense and unsure about the situation that even taking the steps up the dry stairs was so quiet—more silent than the shaking exhales that the puff of coloured air made due to the cold. Your fingers brush against the fine hair of the material but you didn’t put it on yourself. The tips of your hair flip around to see your best friend not even anywhere near the bottom step, still frozen in the same place as before.

Knowing that you won’t be in the mood to skate after whatever confrontation and conversation you’ll have with him, you pack your bags, slipping off into comfortable shoes for running—if you really have to. Chanhee’s bangs fell over his eyes easily with the downward tilt of his head, a miracle that his neck wasn’t cramping right now. From the shadows on the ground, a long line goes over his head and his shoulder lazes a new heavy material. The body part tries to shake the warmth stubbornly but a click of your tongue is what stops Chanhee from flopping around like a dying fish.

“Did you know my dad used to be in the mafia?”

It’s supposed to take you both out of this challenging atmosphere but you know that even though his eyes are hidden because of his posture and his grown strands, he isn’t going to return the playfulness. The strap of your backpack is the only one that knows your nervousness, croaking due to the leather material, your nails probably engraving this moment into its skin.

“Juyeon…huh?” 

A broken laugh comes out from you, eyes wandering to the background space around his head area. Has the wall always had that crack on the wall? Oh…how is the fly surviving in this weather? Is it raining outsi—

“Do you like Juyeon?”

“W-What?” Why did the question hurt so much to hear? “I’m dating you, Chanhee.”

“I don’t think anyone believes it to be honest.” He shrugs, adamant about staying focused on the topic. “I just wanted to know,” His eyes dart around the place, anywhere but to you, “wanting to know if you’re part of the ninety percent of our cohort that likes him.”

“Oh.” It was out of nowhere but being suspicious isn’t the right word to describe it. It was more to curiosity as to why Chanhee would just ask such a thing all of a sudden. “I do think he’s attractive.” You shrug leisurely, unaware of the screaming in his head. “He’s a good partner too.”

Chanhee tries his best to mask the growing ache in his chest, blankly nodding. “He is your type after all.”

“I have a type?” One of your eyebrows rises, “I didn’t even know that myself.”

“Right…” Finally, the food is shoved into your chest, just like how it’s always been. If so, then why did it hurt you when he told you, “Date him then.”

An immeasurable kind of clench was made by the muscles around your heart.

“W-What?”

Thank god you changed shoes because he stormed out right after.

Your phone also became silent, no more life was given to Chanhee. What annoyed you most wasn’t the ‘good’ news that spread to the boys but the fact that he would make it so obvious that he hated you whenever you would make your presence known to him.

“Talk to him after this.” Juyeon encourages you, handing your bottle of water from his hand.

“I can’t.” You huffed. “He treats me like a plague.”

You quite literally cannot have this in your mind right now. The competition is in a few hours and you messed up both of your rehearsals for tonight. The slight pain that throbs from your lower palm will be, you swear, used to slap someone who truly deserves a wake-up call. As the sun rose each day for the past week, it also burnt along your hopes that Chanhee would talk and ease your worries so that you could dance freely, marking your perfect twirls on the ice that shines along with you. 

Juyeon’s eyes relax, sending you a slumped smile with half-lidded eyes. “Does he know about tonight?”

You did indeed send him a message about today but you’re doubtful that he would come. You even tried bribing him with free food but maybe the boy knows that your anger might turn to something more, saving himself from your hits and complaints. 

But you’re just unaware of what he’s truly trying to save himself from.

The sunset marks the start of the open doors. Relatives, schoolmates, acquaintances and even strangers bustle through with their appropriate clothes—including a young girl with short sleeves that you are sure would throw a fit to ask her mother for a jacket—all gathered to support the skaters, especially those who have university representatives to impress.

With the cute bright pink mittens, the waving hands catch your attention quickly. You send a quick wave back to your sister who waves the supportive banner she made, along with your parents who gave you thumbs up, placing their hands around the circumference of their mouth to shout and holler at you.

It’s all so awesome.

But it would’ve been perfect had someone else come.

The realisation makes your heart drop. Chanhee has always come to all your competitions without fail but this one, when everything is on the line. Before you have to completely push your phone away, your thumbs search for his contacts, automatically just checking in your recent section. Even though the relationship between you is ambiguous, you couldn’t find it in you to change his name which implies a romantic title for him.

It seems right.

It seemed that no one should have that title but him.

Your eyelids collect as much water as they can before it spills onto the phone screen. It seemingly glitches the words on the glass, distorting your spam messages for him. “Just come…please…” you whisper before texting him the same exact words that you just said.

But he decides to crush the final hopes that you ever had in him, leaving you on seen once again. The familiar shout that gathers all the players rings through your ears and Juyeon’s figure behind you also tells you that it’s time to push Chanhee aside for now.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Ju…” The truth spills out and even though the boy has things to ask, he decides to let you rant before going. “But I want him to be.”

You know this now with the distance he puts between you. 

It’s suffocating. 

More than dehydration. More than the minus temperature. More than the scratch on your hand.

“I just want him, Juyeon…” Beads in your eyes, shaking lips and true feelings. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He nods, wishing the best for you. “I knew that my feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.” 

It lifted off a weight in your chest, knowing that Juyeon’s reassurance that you would both still stay friends. You both sway beautifully on the ice, balancing and leaving the audience in awe, judges in amazement and competitors in envy. If there is one thing you can take away from this, is that for you, being on ice with someone else can truly be fun. You both promise to meet each other on the ice next time, in the future, professionally and relieve this perfect teammate chemistry once again.

And now, you’re shaking your limbs, trying your best to ease your nerves.

Still no sign of him.

You force your neck to look down, just focusing on the marks of the moulded plastic and leather, plunging the front spikes of the shoes into the floor.

“That’s…going to make a mark.”

That voice.

The one that could ever stare at you with a blank stare and contain his laughter. The one that would leave others in fear whenever a sinister smile and wiggling of eyebrows would be sent to each other. The same one that stands beside you, taking the blame alone when the drenched teacher finds you both.

The same one that would usually sit by your sister and make the banner with her, splashing on extra glitter and Hello Kitty stickers. The same one that would lend his luxury brand accessories, not getting mad if you accidentally broke it.

It propels you forward to his already half-opened arms, waiting for you, always reserved for you. Just as you promised to yourself, Chanhee takes the hits on his chest, listening to your words and letting his clothes seep your cries.

“I know, I’m sorry.” One hand encircles your waist from behind, the other patting your hairsprayed scalp. “I won’t lie that I skipped the one you did with Juyeon but I know your parents recorded it so,” he shrugs, “but I’m here for the main performance. Yours.”

Your small chuckle made him do the same. “You’re not wearing a stupid outfit.”

Chanhee hums. “I thought I would be a very supportive friend and won’t embarrass you for this event.”

“Boyfriend.”

“W-What?”

“You’re my boyfriend.”

It leaves him in a daze but he knows that you weren’t joking. To him, his gulp seemed a bit loud but maybe with the way you slowly left his arms, you might’ve missed it. 

“I love you, Chanhee.” Your eyes searched for rejection but all he did was blink at you rapidly. You took this as a sign to keep going. “I think I always have and you being idiotic just made it clear to me.”

“O-Oh…”

“D-Do you—” You shake your head, waving your hands the same way to him. “Actually don’t tell me! Let me skate first. J-Just watch me…”

When was the last time Chanhee has seen you so flustered? It leaves him breathless and his heart soaring and he knows within himself that he wants to be the only one to ever put you in that state. He gives a nod, a smile plastered on his face. You thought he would join your parents on the bench but he stays near the entrance of the rink, giving your lower back the lightest touch, whispering you a final message before you enter the spotlight.

The message rings in your ear the whole time. The music suddenly fades but every time you could catch a glimpse of Chanhee, you know that he didn’t say it for you to feel flustered and fail. 

And fail, did you not. 

The reward on the podium with a gold medal hanging around your neck sends you many obstacles of representatives who want you to join the team. But they could wait.

Just like a few minutes ago, your arms circles his neck, pushing Chanhee’s lips to your own. A few seconds before your lips meet him, the boy lets out a little ‘hmph’ before he softens, his eyes closing in the same time and way yours does. The way the cold replaces the warmth of his lips leaves you both chuckling even when he momentarily pushes you away to save himself from the tickles that you gave his waist. But once again, the words that he whispers against your shy lips remind you that his eyes have always held the same love that you have given him and the way your lips move passionately in sync with his, tells you that he wasn’t playing around with his words.

With your heart.

With you.

“I love you,” he tells you with his lips.

The motives behind his proposal with this whole fiasco become clear and the redness on your face is no longer due to the energy-consuming routine that you just performed. It deepens when he gives you his mittens, slipping them through your fingers and messaging each one with care. It deepens further when he lends you a fabric to keep your throat healthy so that you can confess to him again. It deepens even more when he realises that you’re shivering after the adrenaline of your sport drains you and he wraps his scent around your uniform.

“Thanks for making my winters warmer.”

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★ ot9

good morning texts with zb1 // hyung line - maknae line

zb1 comforting their stressed student s/o

zb1 reacting to you getting a nose bleeed

sides zb1 only show when they're with you

zb1 reacting to you posting on instagram

first date with zb1

zb1 reacting to you being a shy and quiet person

zb1 reacting to you crying after an argument

zb1 reacting to being pushed with their (crush) best friend under the mistletoe

☆ kim jiwoong

texts with bf!jiwoong

☆ zhang hao

texts with bf!hao

☆ sung hanbin

texts with bf!hanbin

☆ seok matthew

texts with bf!matthew

☆ kim taerae

late night texts with bf!taerae // pt.1 - pt.2

lo$er=lo♡er

☆ shen quanrui/ricky

going on vacation with ricky

☆ kim gyuvin

birthday texts with bf!gyuvin

☆ park gunwook

follow your steps

surprising him with food after work

☆ han yujin

first sleepover with yujin

first snow with yujin

texts with bf!yujin // pt.1 - pt.2

a whirlwind of trouble ?!

pairing : kim jiwoong x oc (seo jiah / y/n seo)

synopsis : wherein you and jiwoong have been separated yet there seems to be a little surprise ; a baby. what happens when your little whirlwind of trouble wants to meet his dad?

✏️: ex!jiwoong, ex lovers2???, pregnancy au, non idol au, lots of babies.. (TBU)

🏷️ : topics of pregnancy,, crack, drinking, angst, suggestive themes, possible smut, etc. (to be updated.)

feat : san, jennie, jake, julie han, jeongin, umji, arin, miyeon, eunwoo, sunghoon, minhyun.

🗒️ : ooh my first smau! as mentioned, it is a first so expect things to be a tad bit messy so don’t set high expectations! enjoy!

updates : when i feel like it!

🗓️: started : 12 / 12 / 23 | ended :

[ the baby and the babysitters ] [ 🥃 ] [ au prompt ]

ep 1 : the way things went.

ep 2: : the bean is here!