Star P. Gunwook

star — p. gunwook

pairing: gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis: gunwook unfortunately loses his wallet. luckily for him, a good samaritan is kind enough to trace the address on his i.d. and brings it straight to his doorstep! too bad it’s his newly ex-best friend (post-dramatic confession of love).

word count: 3.6k

warnings: highschool!au, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, BARELY proofread, jealous gunwookie, talks of falling out, misunderstandings, miscommunication, feat. seniors hanbin and seunghan (and eunseok), not to be taken serious this is just fiction!!

a/n: needed a break from writing that tattoo artist jiwoong au so i wrote this 🥸

Gunwook’ s lost his wallet.

It’s no big deal! It’s not like his whole life is in there or anything: his money, I.D., credit and debit card, along with his ultra rare Twicecoaster Lane 1 devil Nayeon photocard— yeah, he’d be fine without them.

He only realizes when he get’s on the train home from school, reaching for the photocard for emotional support after the shit week he’s had until he realizes it’s in his wallet which definitely isn’t in any of his pockets right now.

He finally lets out what he thinks is a quiet ‘fuck!’ after patting his pockets down and emptying out his backpack for the third time, which ends up not being as quiet as he originally thought, if the looks from the elderly couple sat across from him are anything to go by.

A few hours go by, and he’s still mourning the loss of devil Nayeon— oh, and all that other stuff too, he guesses. To get his mind off of things, Gunwook thinks a game of Fortnite with his loving friends would do the trick. It’s twenty minutes after when their entire squad gets wiped out (and proceed to get emoted on) is when he retracts that whole idea.

“I’m positive those guys were like, ten year olds. Do you know how embarrassing that is?!” Hanbin’s voice comes from Gunwook’s headset, meshing with the groans of Eunseok and the laughter of Seunghan on the other ends of the call.

“Obviously, it just happened to us! And the audacity. of Gyuvin to leave when he’s the reason we lost. His aim is so fucking ass,” Eunseok speaks loud and fast into his mic, making Gunwook wince at the volume. He seriously needs to start putting his volume down as soon as Eunseok joins. “Why do we still play with him? No, seriously someone answer me, why do we still play with him? Can we replace him with Y/n? Matter fact, I’m calling them right now I can’t do this.”

Seunghan’s laughter comes to a halt the minute their name is mentioned, just like Gunwook’s breathing for a split second.

“Eunseok.” Seunghan says his name and it sounds like Eunseok’s movements come to a stop, the only sound being that of the classic lobby music and the occasional Ps4 notification.

“... Does Gyuvin not have shit aim? I mean, we all saw that.” he says, and Hanbin then decides it’s his turn to speak up. “Maybe don’t talk about Y/n right now.”

It’s only now that Gunwook realizes he hadn’t told Eunseok about the whole ordeal this entire time, and it’s evident in the way he gasps from the other end of the call. “Y/n?! The fuck happened with Y/n? Oh my God please don’t tell me I have to cut them off they’re so fun. Speaking of, we have plans next week on Thursday to this new—”

“Eunseok seriously shut the fuck up.”

“ ‘Kay I’m gonna go heat up my hot pockets.”

Gunwook feels bad since he’s kind of the reason why Eunseok got cursed out by Seunghan. He’ll make it up to him after the upcoming, full on expected pep talk from Hanbin.

“You two still aren’t talking?” he asks the same time Eunseok logs off, and Gunwook thinks that maybe he too can escape this if he leaves without a second thought. He then realizes that Hanbin can literally just call him after he leaves, so he decides to dish it out and get it over with, mumbling his next words. “Well they’re not talking to me.”

It sounds childish, but he wasn’t lying! “The phone works both ways, Gunwook.” he sighs, the sounds of him readjusting in his seat being heard before he’s continuing, “Was it that embarrassing?”

Gunwook forgets that he didn’t explain the extent of the situation to his senior, so it isn’t entirely Hanbin’s fault that he thinks that Gunwook is simply embarrassed, but he can’t help the groan that follows anyway. “It’s not just that. It’s- I can’t even say.”

It’s nothing personal, really— everyone knows that Sunghoon and Y/n used to go out (for a mere 5 months, so Gunwook doesn’t even care for real!). What people didn’t know was how they swore to Gunwook that they’d never get back with him, not even for a second, so when Gunwook finally realizes the feelings he has for his best friend and decides to do something about them (queue chocolates and flowers at the end of the school day), the last thing he expects to see is Y/n and fucking Sunghoon, holding each other in a warm hug, like they’d shrivel up and die if they were to part.

Gunwook wished that had happened to him when he walks into the empty classroom, the wrapping from the flower arrangement in his hands startling the two out of their tight embrace. They looked like a pair of deer caught in headlights, frozen in place as they watch Gunwook’s word die on his tongue, mouth agape as he tries to restore them.

“Sorry. Bad time.” it’s the only coherent thing he can manage to say before he’s making a beeline for the door, too embarrassed and upset to verbalize the rest of his thoughts. Never getting back together, huh? Gunwook’s feeling a lot of things in this current moment, but the one that sticks out the most is how utterly stupid he feels. It’s so intense it almost drives him to anger, but he’s on the train home before it can get to that point, free from the fear of them running after him.

He isn’t particularly proud of what he does when they text him almost immediately after the whole ordeal, only responding after he gets home.

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: omg i’m so sorry i totally forgot you asked to meet up

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: we were just talking

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: did you still wanna talk? where’d you go??

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: gunwook??

You:

sorry i had to rush home

You:

its fine tho lol

You:

i was just gonna ask your opinion on

the flowers i got

You:

they’re for eunchae

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: oh

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: i didn’t know you liked eunchae?

You:

yup

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: okay well then yeah they’re really pretty

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: she’ll really like them

You:

thanks 🙌

Okay don’t look at him like that. He had to save face! He feels bad as soon as he spews the lie out, but then he remembers the way his heart dropped to his ass at the sight of Y/n and Sunghoon hugging, and convinces himself that maybe this was for the best.

What Gunwook doesn’t expect are the two weeks that follow. To describe them in two words: extremely awkward. The following morning, instead of the two taking the train together like they normally do, Gunwook makes up some lame excuse about being late and ends up taking the longer way. They talk during the classes they have together, but it’s all stiff and feels uncomfortable, despite anyone saying anything about it. Going home is the same as the morning was, yet this time it was Y/n who couldn’t make it, saying they had to visit a relative after school.

It was always easy for the two to tell whenever the other was lying, but Gunwook wants to give them the benefit of the doubt, seeing as he wasn’t so truthful himself just recently. When the two do arrive home, there are no texts exchanged or calls that go on for hours on end like usual, and it makes Gunwook uneasy, but the feeling of being rejected without actually being rejected was more prominent in that moment, so he left it alone.

He didn’t know that the lack of communication on both ends would lead to them not talking at all, though! It didn’t help that he’d see them talking with Sunghoon again in the hallway only two days later, rubbing a reassuring hand along their arm, which then prompts him to talk with Eunchae during the period he knows he shares with Y/n. That day is what really set the tone for the rest of the week, he thinks; no calls or texts, passing each other through the hallways, and going home together came to a dead end. All the little things that made Gunwook not absolutely hate school were taken away from him, and he feels it’s partially his fault which made it suck even more.

It took his friends, including his seniors, only two days to realize that something was wrong, which is what’s prompted Hanbin to lecture him every chance he gets for the past two weeks.

“Well maybe you should text them anyway. I bet they miss you just as much as you miss them, right Seunghan?”

There’s absolutely no way Seunghan was listening in, seeing as he doesn’t answer til five seconds later when Hanbin clears his throat. “Oh! Yes, definitely.”

“What are you even here for.”

“Emotional support? I don’t know man, I just wanted to play Fortnite.”

“Seunghan.”

Seunghan whines at the disapproving tone of Hanbin’s voice, not sure how he got roped into being scolded alongside Gunwook. Hanbin’s just that good, he guesses.

“Ugh okay fine. Not gonna lie Gunwook, seeing you two not talking is really depressing, for all of us, and honestly super unsettling. Just tell them how you feel and maybe don’t lie to your crush about having a crush who isn’t actually your crush. How’d I do Hanbin?”

“Absolutely terrible. Please log off.”

Before Seunghan can defend himself against what Hanbin identifies as Useless Senior Syndrome™, there’s a steady knock coming from the front door, successfully getting Gunwook out of the lecturing. “Thanks guys, but I have to go.”

The two can barely bid their goodbyes before Gunwook is logging off, scurrying down the steps as the knocking increases in speed.

“I’m coming!” he half-screams. He knows it isn’t his mom because she always has her keys, so it’s okay that he raised his voice a bit. He honestly thinks it’s Yujin from next door, most likely wanting to borrow Gunwook’s switch again after he miraculously submerged his own into water. He swears to God if he doesn’t return it back on time again—

Oh. This isn’t Yujin.

What stood in front of him held waves of familiarity: one being the navy blue leather-skinned wallet he’d gotten gifted by a relative a while back, the one that’s been home to his ultra rare Twicecoaster Lane 1 devil Nayeon photocard for years now— and the other being the person he’s gotten to know over the past seven years, who’s favorite foods he’s mastered and whose voice he can point out in a room full of thousands. The one who sits through the same old episodes of ‘Haikyuu!!’ with him, despite already seeing them multiple times. His best friend, who he hasn’t talked to in over two weeks, over his own fears and insecurities, is now at his front doorstep with his wallet in their hand, face unreadable to Gunwook for the first time since they’ve met.

“You forgot your wallet in Ms. Chwe’s class.”

Ms.Chwe’s class; the last period that they share with each other, where he was too busy trying to avoid Y/n’s gaze so in turn chatted up anyone who’d listen, not paying enough attention to the wallet that was falling out of his front pocket. Gunwook can’t even feel relieved that his most prized possession is safe, nor can he think of a way to make it anyone else’s fault at the moment given that his (ex?) best friend, who he hasn’t even glanced at in 14 days, is standing at his door with it in hand.

‘What am I supposed to even say?’ The silence that follows after still isn’t as embarrassing as that cursed Wednesday two weeks ago, so he tried to avoid saying anything that may exceed that level. “Thanks… okay bye.”

Okay what the fuck was that. He almost slams his head against the door, but he thankfully doesn’t have to dwell on it for too long, as they’re speaking before he knows it.

“You seriously don’t wanna talk about this?” They say, and Gunwook doesn’t know why it shocks him— they’d always been the confrontational type when needed.

“What do you wanna talk about?” He thinks it’s a pretty valid question, given that they could be referring to multiple things, but Y/n apparently doesn’t think so, if the roll of their eyes were anything to go by.

“You can’t be serious. About how you’ve been ignoring me for the longest!”

“Wha- only because you’ve been ignoring me!”

“That’s what most people do when someone’s been ignoring them first, dumbass.”

Gunwook huffs, he almost forgot how stubborn the both of them could be. “This is going nowhere. Just- come inside.” He gives up, decides to be the bigger person and let them in, not wanting their first interaction in so long to be an argument outside his door. Also because Yujin can be quite the creep and likes to instigate arguments from his bedroom window (he knows this because they’ve done it together).

They make themselves comfortable on the couch best associated with movie nights and hot cocoa during winter break, sitting on opposite ends. The air feels stale, and Gunwook feels like he has to say something before he can let the silence linger any longer. “D’you want some wate-”

“What did I do to you?” he’s cut off, the voice quieter prior to it outside. They turn to face Gunwook with hands gripping both knees reassuringly and— are they crying? “I mean, I’ve been trying to figure it out for so long, but I can't think of anything. Was it the flowers? Did she not like them?”

Gunwook wants to wipe off the face of the Earth. Not only were they crying, but they were kind enough to consider the feelings of others while nursing their own, successfully breaking his heart, while also making him feel unfathomably shitty.

He’s by their side in less than a second, not quite sure what to do with his hands as he lets out a stream of ‘no no no’ and ‘please don’t cry’. They won’t even look at him this time either, opting out to facing the wall in front of them instead. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?”

Gunwook sighs, finally deciding to rest his hands on his thighs. “I’m going to tell you, but you have to tell me why you were too, okay?” He asks and they nod almost immediately. “And you can’t laugh either. Seriously, I will kick you out.”

“I’ll walk out myself if you don’t spit it out already.” They attempt to say it threateningly, but they’re pouting and Gunwook hates how cute he finds it, considering their current circumstances.

“Okay I was getting there,” He can’t help the snark remark, and he half blames it on the fact that he’s about to do the thing that he never got to two weeks ago: confess his undying love for his best friend of over seven years to said best friend. Folding his hands atop his legs, Gunwook takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them as he exhales.

“Those flowers weren’t for anyone but you.” He’s not facing them, he absolutely cannot right now, instead focusing his gaze on his now sweaty hands, but he still hears the hitch in their breathing— it’s as clear as day. “I was going to give them to you, tell you about my feelings, but then I saw you with fucking Sunghoon, and I- I don’t know. I just felt so embarrassed and stupid and angry, so I came up with that stupid lie,” He finally finds the courage to face them, looking up to find their eyes already on him. “I’m sorry.”

Silence follows, and Gunwook fully expects it, but fuck was it agonizing. His face is practically on fire and he doesn’t want to break eye contact because he wants to ‘assert male dominance’ or whatever the hell Eunseok was going on about that one time he gave advice absolutely no one asked for, but it’s getting harder as the seconds go by and he just might explode right where he sits.

“Gunwook. You’re not gonna believe this but I was talking to Sunghoon about you,” Oh thank God they broke the silence— but what did they say? “I wanted to know if it’d make things weird between you and him if I asked you out or something, since you two are on the same dance team. I was also asking for advice on how to do it, since I’ve never asked anyone out before. I was going to the day after, but then you said you wanted to confess to Eunchae and I got really upset, I didn’t want to see your face at all.”

It’s now Gunwook’s turn to stare in silence, his previous anxious feeling replaced with one that screamed ‘what the fuck is happening I can’t believe this is happening right now’.

“What.” It’s all he can manage to say at the moment— if he felt stupid before, it’s definitely hitting harder this time around. He was avoiding his crush (who also has a crush on him, apparently?!), his best friend, all over nothing. His cheeks are becoming hot again and he feels like crying.

In classic Gunwook fashion, he does the most rational thing he can think of at the moment and bows his head beside their lap, clasping his hands in front of it as he lets out streams of ‘I’m sorry’, catching them completely off guard.

“Get up! It’s fine Gunwook, seriously." They reassure him, but he doesn’t dare get up from his position, only raising his head ever so slightly. “You still like me? Even though I lied to you and made you cry?”

They seem to find humor in his current predicament, giggling as they move a hand to pat his head. “I shed one tear. And dude, I lied too. I’m sorry as well, I was just scared.” It’s said with earnest, and Gunwook can feel it through their gaze once he finally gains the courage to lift himself up, his confidence fully restored. “Okay if we’re gonna date, you cannot call me dude anymore.”

“Is this you asking me out for real this time?” A hint of amusement makes its way onto their face, lolling their head to the side as they ask.”

“Yes. Wait no.” The switch up visibly confuses them, even more so when Gunwook gets up from his seat, instructing them to ‘wait here’ as he runs to the kitchen, coming back with a single flower. “My mom wouldn’t let them go to waste. They’re in a vase and she’ll kill me if I take all of them.”

They laugh, both because Gunwook was so so sweet and because his mom really would kill him. “Will you go out with me?” He knows it’s short, but he could tell them all the things he likes about them over takeout, and he really wants to kiss them right now.

“That was lackluster,” They say as they snatch the flower from their hands, but their actions are words are laced with playfulness, and they contradict themselves when they move to embrace him in a warm hug. “But yes, since you asked so nicely.”

Gunwook almost shoves them away if it weren’t for how intimate the current moment was. He’s glad they can still play around after spending so much time apart from each other. “Shut up! I just wanted to kiss you already. Wait, would that be weird?”

They look up, contemplating it for a second before they look back at him with a shrug. “I don’t know, but you can give me a kiss on the cheek. The one that isn’t wet.”

He takes takes that as a win, holding their damp cheek in favor of landing a peck on the opposite. Then another on their forehead. And another on the same cheek, but in a different place. It soon turns to him showering them with kisses all over, causing them to fall back on the cushions as they begin to laugh, taking Gunwook down with them as he refuses to stop. “Gunwook! I said one!”

He doesn’t even have the mind to grace them with an answer as he joins them in laughter, too overjoyed and buoyant with that fact that he’s now free from many things; free from hiding his feelings, from his insecurities now that their feelings were laid bare and are mutual, and free from pretending that he was okay letting his best friend falls into the hands of another. He no longer has to worry about any of that though, as they’re right where he wants them, where he deems perfect.

The cafeteria is booming as always, Gunwook and his friends (seniors and same-age mates alike) already seated at their table as they await the arrival of a few others. None of them say anything about the way Gunwook and Y/n are holding hands under the table, but there are definitely shared glances exchanged between Hanbin and Seunghan.

It’s only been two days since Gunwook’s actual successful confession, and they still have yet to say it outright, so they’ve just decided to let everyone come to their own conclusions. He thinks they’re on the right track though, with the way they shot him a thumbs up from across the table.

“Y/n!” It’s yelled from behind them, making the entire table, if not the whole cafeteria turn their heads to the source of the noise. Gunwook wishes he could say he was surprised as to who it was.

Eunseok practically tackles Y/n with the force in which he runs to their side, engulfing them in a hug from behind. “I thought I was gonna lose you! Don’t tell Gunwook, but you’ve always been my favorite junior.”

“I’m right here.”

“Shut up dont ruin this for me.”

a/n: we all know gunwook would be a communication king but i wanted to write this anyway. and guys i promise i can write things other than love confessions gimme like two weeks!!! also recs are open likes + reblogs are always appreciated ty baii

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KINDRED — yang jungwon

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star taekwondo athlete and put them in front of a camera?

“Kindred” a student documentary. Pilot episode airing tonight on TVN 7PM KST.

PAIRING: athlete!jungwon x stucopres!fem!reader

FEATURING: enhypen, yunjin from lesserafim, ryujin and chaeryeong from itzy, chanelle from runext, beomgyu and taehyun from txt, wonyoung from ive, gunwook and gyuvin from zb1 etc.

GENRE: high school au, enemies to lovers, nerd x athlete, forced proximity, slice of life, coming of age, he fell first but she fell harder, fluff, ANGST, teen drama, slow burn ish?

WARNINGS: contains profanities, horrible attempt at humour, urban lingo, probably cringy, kys/kms jokes, depression jokes, sexual innuendos (nothing too inappropriate), depiction of violence, reader can be a little bit annoying at first, family drama, incorrect timestamps, no fixed faceclaims, not proofread etc.

STATUS: ongoing! (01/09/2023 – ???)

UPDATE SCHEDULE: every other day 🤡

TAGLIST: open! comment, send ask or submit form to be added/removed!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: please read! story concept is heavily inspired by the kdrama ‘our beloved summer’ other than that the storyline is completely original (or so i assume since i manifested this out from the crevices of my pea brain). i’ll try to keep this one to ard 30 chapters (who am i kidding). chapters with ‘(hw)’ next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case y’all skip over it! as always, the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. also i know how twitter has been rebranded to x, but we’re just gonna continue calling it twitter. lastly, if you do end up enjoying, please do like, comment (love reading your comments btw), and reblog so this can reach!! without further ado, enjoy!

TAGS: #tfwy kindred #tfwy smau

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episode 1 - ratatouille and the underdogs

episode 2 - one way ticket to university

episode 3 - do you take constructive criticism?

episode 4 - unsolicited but appreciated

episode 5 - the art of benevolence

episode 6 - taekwondo-anti

episode 7 - beating the mentally ill allegations

episode 8 - can’t help it, i’m a libra

episode 9 - operation we-don’t-really-hate-each-other (hw)

episode 10 - she’s an oscar award winning actress

episode 11 - someone like me (hw)

episode 12 - ‘female-lead-realising-the-bad-boy-isnt-actually-that-bad’ arc

episode 13 - 5 foot 9 garfield meets avatar

episode 14 - yn the heterosexual

episode 15 - the ynwon getting closer montage :p

episode 16 - to the moon and back

episode 17 - eat 2 left toes

episode 18 - you are approved! (hw)

episode 19 - asking for a friend

episode 20 - rediscovering won’s ability to love

episode 21 - beomgyu’s 99999 eq

episode 22 - ynwon get together or else >:(

episode 23 - “hate”

episode 24 - not all problems can be solved with a formula

episode 25 - H.O.M.E.W.R.E.C.K.E.R

episode 26 - collecting facebook milfs like pokémons

episode 27 - you were brighter than the moon (hw)

episode 28 - no matter shrimp or whale, you deserve to flap your tail

episode 29 - the garden is full of surprises (hw)

episode 30 - weapon of mass destruction

episode 31 - the name above me (hw)

episode 32 - no offense but she’s a cockblocker

episode 33 - the bane of my existence (hw)

episode 34 - risky risky wiggy wigi this is an emergency

episode 35 - live my life on my terms (hw)

episode 36 - separation anxiety goes crazy

episode 37 - paparizzki

episode 38 - is it too late now to say Sorry?

episode 39 - everything will work out just the way you want it to (hw)

episode 40 (finale) - her entire being is loveable (hw)

epilogue - kindred, signing off

bonus chapters!

yunjin x heeseung

i can fight

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AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | lee juyeon

pairings — barista!juyeon x baker!reader ( ft. Chanhee, Sunwoo, and Eric from TheBoyz, Minji from Newjeans, Yunjin from LeSerrafim, and Yujin from Ive )

synopsis — After leaving your first love in Highschool to pursue your passion in pastry abroad, you worked hard day and night to make your dreams come true. Finally, after three years, you graduated and came back to Korea. And, with the savings you earned, was able to open a bakery of your own. What happens now when the cute barista you hired turns out to be your charming first love?

warnings — there will be breakup angst,,, nothing too harsh tho… oh and there will be mentions of blood and being in pain in some chapters!!

genre — romance : exes to lovers, healthy jealousy, pining, right person wrong time, pathetic golden retriever man

note — my submission for @deoboyznet‘s holiday party event. Special love to the recipient of this SMAU…. @quaissants !!! Hope you love it bae!

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duration — December 1, 2023 — February 15, 2024

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PROFILES

CHAPTER I : YUU’RE HIRING

CHAPTER II : EX-EMPLARY INTERVIEW

CHAPTER III : GRR GRRRRR RAHHH

CHAPTER IV : CONNECTIONS R EVERYTHING

CHAPTER V : U SO HAVE A CHANCE

CHAPTER VI : *BATS EYELASH BLUSHES CUTELY

CHAPTER VII : LIKE A SUPERHERO

CHAPTER VIII : REMINISCING THE PAST

CHAPTER IX : SOMETHING CHANGED, IT’S FISHY

CHAPTER X : THAT’S SAD MAN…

CHAPTER XI : IT LOOKS LIKE YOU 🤧🤍

CHAPTER XII : CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HID THIS

CHAPTER XIII : THE FINAL COMPETITION

CHAPTER XIV : JUYEON VS MINJI

CHAPTER XV : PLOT TWIST

EPILOGUE

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₊˚ෆ Sun Star Moon - s.hb

♡ sypnosis: two lines. all it takes is two lines to change the trajectory of your life; you’re pregnant. what are you to do? for starters, you have your amazing boyfriend hanbin by your side—and he’d go to the ends of the earth to make you happy and to make things work. there’s something deep down that tells you he’d make an amazing dad; and maybe, just maybe, that you could make this work.

♡ genre: angst, fluff, boyfriend!hanbin x fem!reader, established relationship, pregnancy fic

♡ 2.7k word count

♡ warnings: reader is pregnant, very angsty, abortion is referenced, hard conversations surrounding pregnancy, insecure reader, pet names, slightly suggestive, please lmk if i need to add any!

♡ nano note: hello! i’m back! here is the hanbin one-shot that won my last poll! apologies for taking a few days to upload this, i had personal matters to attend to. hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! she’s delusional for father hanbin 😔 lmao! xoxo

.♡.

You stirred out of a deep sleep as you feel a disturbance of light touches to your face. It doesn’t take very long to realize where you are and who you’re with though, because as soon as your eyes had the strength to peep open to see who warranted your attention so early in the morning, a warm sensation blooms in your chest.

You’re more than enamored to meet eyes with your boyfriend, Hanbin, who places soft kisses all over your face.

“Hm?” You mumble out, letting him know he has your consciouse attention.

“Good Morning, my love.” He says in almost a whisper, staring at you with the most love you think you’ve ever seen on him.

The way his eyes trace your features softly tells you how present and emotionally available he was for you this morning. In all honesty, it felt like a blessing and a curse all at once.

Just a few days ago you two had both took it upon yourselves to take a pregnancy test together; symptoms of maternity clouding you for a few weeks now. You and Hanbin went into it completely unsuspecting with nothing but a want for some reassurance for your own piece of mind.

He stood and waited with you whilst you waited for the results, rubbing your worried frame with his hands as he made small talk in an effort to distract you.

“No matter the result, we’ll be okay.” He’d say.

Your stomach was in your throat.

When you had finally gained the courage after a few spare minutes of waiting to see the results, you had almost convinced yourself altogether that you weren’t with child and that the symptoms were a product of your imagination.

So when you picked up the test stick, and when two very prominent lines were present on the result window, it felt like your world was crashing down right before you. Your eyes watered as your body started to shake without your permission—this couldn’t be real, right?

Then you met eyes with Hanbin as his hands went to your shoulders, and he wore the most happiest smile you’d ever seen. You felt that smile put the pieces of your thoughts back together again, but only one prominent thing went off like an emergency alarm; I can’t do this.

Hanbin was ecstatic to say the least, even the hidden worry you picked up in his eyes was due to your shocked and visibly scared reaction.

Were you okay?

If you weren’t okay with this as much as he was, he was very much willing to hear you out and support your decision, no matter how much it hurt.

So that whole day was spent with you two talking; a collaboration of thoughts and emotions being shared as well as what the best thing was going forward for the both of you. He was so supportive of your opinions and your decisions through it all. He listened tentatively and wiped your stray tears too. Even when your throat felt like closing mid sentence, he’d nod reassuringly and rub your back until you were able to speak again.

In no way was he forcing you to continue the pregnancy, and when you finally broke it to him that you didn’t think you could, he kissed your tears away and lulled you to sleep with his whispered hums.

He never showed you his tears. Never let a grimace grace his face. Hanbin was as strong as they come; even when he didn’t have to be.

So when you wake up to him, a soft smile adorning his face in nothing but support for you, you’re suddenly at ends meet with yourself. When you stare at him, your bodies laying in soft linen and cotton, you face each other in the silence for a while.

You don’t know what to say.

Maybe it was your worries and insecurities of being a good parent, or the financial worries of the world. Maybe it was the fear of childbirth and the health complications that come with carrying a new life. Maybe it was because it was all so scary. It was a big responsibility after all; one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

But when he’s tracing your features with his fingertips, a small smile on his face; you finally see him.

You see Hanbin as the father of your children despite not being your husband yet. You see a future with him, a pretty house; the white picket fence. You see a human you never want to part with. All his goofy cheek dimpled-smiles. All his serious-furrowed-browed looks. All six-feet-something of the lovely human you called yours—and your heart just knew.

The countless words of assurance from the past few days rang through you like you were listening to a favorite song for the first time again.

“Whatever your decision love, we’d make it work, because we’re a team.” He’d say.

And you knew.

“I’ll make an appointment today.” You finally mumble through the silence, searching his eyes for a reaction. He searches your’s back for a minute, a little confusion evident on his face.

Just a few days ago you needed time to think. Just yesterday you told him that you wouldn’t tell him when you’d go to see a doctor about your situation. Hanbin’s heart rate speeds up because what exactly are you implying?

You sent him a small smile, hands going to cup his face. “I think I’d be crazy not to see how a little Hanbinnie would turn out.” You whisper, eyes filling with tears.

Hanbin’s features just rest for a moment, and his eyes are almost like a gateway into what his mind must have been trying to figure out. When he connects the dots, his hands snap to either side of your face, wide eyes demanding to be closer to yours. Before he speaks, you see the emotions in his eyes, glossy pupils shifting back and forth between yours.

Grief. Love. Happiness. Relief. You see it all.

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

—

“Okay!” You laughed out, completely done with your boyfriends antics as you clutched onto your stomach.

“We get it! You like Nora—Despite it sounding like the name of a Who, it is a relatively pretty name.” You admit, allowing yourself to sink into the couch completely. If you weren’t having so much fun right now, you’d be passed out somewhere because of how tired you were.

“Aye~ don’t just brush it off. And stop calling it a name of a Who!” Hanbin laughs back, wide smile on his face despite raising his voice playfully with furrowed brows.

“No. The grinch would steal the hell out of Nora’s presents, tell me i’m wrong!” You laughed out.

You and Hanbin were currently sat in your living room with white boards and dry erase markers clad in hand as you brainstormed ideas for a name.

Yes, a name.

It had been a while since that fateful decision to continue the pregnancy, but for what seems like a few nights or so, has now ended up here; eight months in and still no name.

You didn’t know why it took so long to get to picking out a name, you swear you’ve tried for days and nights to come up with something, but nothing ever stuck.

For the names you would come up with, Hanbin would listen earnestly to your reasoning, then pat your belly with this happy smile and shake his head when you were done; the most constructive look on his face before he uttered his criticism. Nothing ever stuck.

Then when Hanbin would come up with a few names, he’d go as far as making a whole PowerPoint presentation to present it to you with a pointer stick and everything; even his reading glasses were perched low on his nose bridge for the vibes. Alas, despite his excitement, none of them felt…right.

Lately, the pressure really started to creep up on you too, many of the conversations you’d have with random strangers on a daily basis going exactly like this;

“Oh dear me! How much longer do you have?”

“Only one month left!”

“Oh, bless your hearts, what’s their name?”

To which you’d go blank at. Completely blank.

You didn’t have a name.

It was eating you up inside because one look at Hanbin and you were envisioning this sweet little girl, running around looking just like him, with the same manners as him and smiling just like him.

But no name; and it felt terrible. So close to something very tangible; a new life within your own, but nothing to call her at all. This was the cause of your recent sleepless nights—besides your prevalent back pain of course.

Hanbin sighs as he watches the gears turn in your head again as you start to detach from the conversation and a look of worry spreads on your face. You don’t notice the way he moves, because he does it very quietly, a soft smile on his pretty masculine face.

“My love, why are you worrying?” He asks softly, and that’s when you’re pulled back to reality to him sitting down on the couch next to you, a hand on your stomach. You gaze over at him, a hint of worry in his own eyes, and you realize you’re doing it again. You’re more than worried about a name.

How bad will it hurt? Will you make it? Will the baby make it? Will Hanbin be disappointed in you if something goes wrong? Did you do everything in your power to make sure this baby is healthy?

Are you happy?

What’s the name going to be? It’s coming up so quick.

Were you even cut out for this?

Countless questions nagged in the back of your mind every time you’d come to be alone to your thoughts. Ultimately, it just overwhelmed you.

When your eyes search Hanbin’s, still unable to answer his question, he lets a soft smile break out onto his face as he’s searching back and forth between each of your eyes.

It feels raw; the way he stares maturely, eyeing you with comfort and nothing but love. He reads you like a book, and with one swift movement, he’s leaning in and kissing your forehead softly. You melt into his touch, and in this moment you admit that there’s nobody else you’d rather do this with.

“Mama, you’re in your head again, hmm? This isn’t just about names.” He says in a whisper against your forehead. You open your glossed over eyes and can only look down into his chest in shame. It’s there where you spot his tattoos.

A sun.

A star.

A moon.

He was perfect.

And here he was, yet again, comforting you without you ever having to ask.

As his lips linger on your forehead, you breathe in his scent. He smelled like baby powder. Funnily enough, he was messing around in the nursery and dropped a whole canister of the fine white substance. He pouted and grumbled about on the nursery floor as it took him half an hour to clean it up whilst you took pictures of the crime scene.

It made you laugh then.

It made you laugh now.

As chuckles leave your lips and your eyebrows knit together softly, Hanbin pulls away, a smile on his face and worry in his eyes as they meet yours that start to seep tears here and there.

“What?” He asks, hand coming up to wipe your tears. You smile as you eye him up greatfully.

“You smell like baby powder, Bin.”

He chuckles; and there are his whiskers.

“Aye~ Stop teasing me, you better delete those videos too! I’m not over that-“

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, albeit you’re laughing through it because hes quick to reciprocate it despite being cut off. When you finally pull away, he’s giggling too, and the whiskers get impossibly deeper.

Everything felt right and you suddenly feel a sense of peace wash over you. It was a feeling of comfort; one that said that only time could tell the answers to your numerous questions but that you had to live in this moment right now.

So you do.

You take in Hanbin and his cute laugh.

You take in the way he rubs your belly as his head is thrown back in amusement.

He was just so…perfect. Like a star meticulously placed in the sky. Just like ike the timing of the sun and moon.

After a few moments of eyeing you as he gathers himself from laughing, he suddenly dips his head close to your stomach and gives it a soft kiss.

“Mommy is being mean again, come help me Pretty.” He whispers against your clothes as he stares up at you through his eyebrows with a playful glint in his eyes. You crack a smile as you eye him back.

He looked so handsome; it had you wanting to recreate the act that had gotten you here to begin with. Still, you gather your composure and shake your head at him, shooing away these intrusive thoughts.

“She won’t save you, Bin. She’ll be just like me—watch.” You say playfully.

He places another kiss to your stomach and chuckles through it. When he raises his head, he’s leaning back and eyeing you, his hand going to rest at your thigh.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t wish for anything else. If she’s just like you, she’d give that much more meaning to life. You’re amazing…” He trails off, and the way he looks into your eyes tells you he means every word.

Every single word.

You smile as you stare at him with love in your own eyes. His cheeks go pink.

Maybe you will be a good mom.

If Hanbin said so, it had to be.

With or without a name, one thing was for sure; soon a new life would be brought into your world and if she held an ounce of Hanbin in her little body—a twinge of his smile, an ounce of his politeness, a speck of his generosity, or an inkling of his sweet tone—it would all have been worth it.

—

Your next ultrasound was three days later. The 3D scan brought you to tears as you sat atop a hospital-grade resting table, your shirt pushed up to your ribs as a very nice middle-aged woman pressed a cold wand to your stomach.

Present on the screen in front of you was a digitally rendered face. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had the opportunity to do this before, you had plenty of times you could have gotten this service done actually. This week you had finally mustered up enough willpower to schedule it through your exhaustion and nerves.

On the other hand, Hanbin was so excited; he bragged about the upcoming appointment to every single one of his friends; telling them that the next time he’d see them he would be showing them photos of his baby girl who was going to look just like the love of his life.

Well, the joke was entirely on him; she looked nothing like you.

Present in the crevices of her chubby cheeks were dips; whiskers of her very own when she grimaced hard enough. It was as if an angel pressed them into her cheeks with soft kisses—marshmallow dips placed perfectly in such a familiar way.

When you look over to a shocked and teary-eyed Hanbin, you realize everything was worth it.

Every doubt, ounce of stress, tiring moment.

You were bringing a baby girl into the world with Hanbin by your side. This was destined; you were destined to meet him and have this baby.

A Sun.

A Star.

A Moon.

You didn’t know which you had wished on to have the pleasure.

Your worth is what you questioned and your anxieties backed by insecurity had almost consumed you—but my, how worthy you truly were.

Everything was leading up to this; you and Hanbin were going to be parents; and you’d do anything in your power to make sure her dimpled whiskers would show every minute of every day.

“She looks like me…” Hanbin whispers, his eyes glossing over as his nose starts showing hues of pink.

“She looks like me, Y/n.”

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