Moot Who Has The Weirdest Fyp?

Moot who has the weirdest fyp?

@heemingyu full stop.

no arguments.

no discussions.

that's it.

thank you for the unique ask anon!! 🥰

comment from @/jaehyuncocksleeve ! need to get back to writing for this! haven't forgotten though! 🤭

that's him, that's just who he is | the boyz series introduction

"...and when I see him on my screen, no matter how things faded between us, I will always be able to put a smile on my face and tell them genuinely: that's him—that's the person who made a huge positive impact in my life. And when they ask back, "Really? How so?" I would simply shrug my shoulders and answer: that's just who he is—he's just capable of doing so."

» RELEASE DATE: as soon as possible! hopefully a week to a week and a half between each member! » WARNINGS (for this post—under 'keep reading' section): mentions of going through a tough time (not explicitly defined), healing and progress through the tough time (another warning will be mentioned if you do decide to read further! there is also a safe section after the gif) » WARNINGS (for the stories themselves): some have none, some do! but warnings according to the story will always be mentioned! navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series masterlist

ahhhh...where do i start?

i don't have a concrete idea/plan as to how this series is going to go yet. i don't have a story plan for each member yet either. all i have is the small indented idea and the sure idea that all the stories will be heavily inspired by each member's individual 'generation z' videos.

i'm pretty sure it will be a 'the boyz x reader' story series! currently, i'm settled with the idea that the reader is childhood/old friends with each member and they gradually drifted because life took them to different places. ultimately, the reader just looks back on their memories with each member. but, i don't think each story will be connected.

i was thinking of keeping a word limit of 2k for each story (we all know this isn't going to happen)

i chose the 'generation z' videos because i remember this being the videos that really 'pushed me' to stanning tbz. i've never seen these kinds of videos where idols talk openly about their feelings and i thought 'wait! i could implement this into a story!'

TRIGGER WARNING (safe after gif): mentions of going through a tough time (not explicitly defined), healing and progress through the tough time

addressing the 'personal healing project' part: i haven't been able to watch full videos and fully finish listening tbz related since august 11, 2023. today marks the 80th day that i've been stuck in the past and my own feelings.

long story short, something happened in my life and i had tbz content around me when the event occurred. unfortunately with tbz being there when it unfolded, everytime a song comes on or i see a picture of them, network of associations links me back to the event.

so i stopped listening, unfollowed tbz and all fan accounts specifically on instagram.

but thankfully for me...

i'm still able to write stories

i have seen improvement: able to see old pictures (day 18), unconsciously sung merry bad ending (day 26), consciously hummed lip gloss (day 37), finished up to the end of closer's second verse but backed out after (day 54), able to talk about tbz (day 66) etc.

it's been a hard journey but i have hope.

like changmin said in his 'generation z' video: still, i have hope. without hope, i don't think i can survive.

plus...i know that i still love and look up to the boyz so much.

because even though exposure therapy may still be too much for me now, the fact that time has done its work bit by bit, and i'm able to somewhat look at pictures of them, it means that i am healing.

this series...

is one of the topics that i wanted to 'experiment' with that i talked about in my about me page.

'generation z' pushed me into really stanning tbz and i just hope (and i hope endlessly) that maybe by going back to this video and implementing it to something i love (writing stories), that i'll be able to heal further.

tbz are having a comeback nov 20th! 🎉 i might not be able to follow them this comeback but please give them lots support!

as for this series...will you come along with me?

it's my first ever series ever since i started writing! i am so, very much excited!

i'll see you all soon!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series masterlist

tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️

this makes me so happy 😭 thank you for reading and loving my work! 😭🥹

double a decade | tbz kim sunwoo

Double a decade—no, more than that. 

​PAIRING » tbz kim sunwoo x gn!reader (proofread twice! lmk if i missed anything!)​ TROPE/AU » ​childhood friends to lovers, non-idol au!, holiday season au! (starts a little bit from christmas up to new years!) GENRE​ » it's so fluffy like wow...i'm not going to write something so fluff for sunwoo for a while after this, a tinge of angst, SUNWOO AND READER ARE BOTH IDIOTS, sunwoo thought his love was one-sided, very shy kim sunwoo, sunwoo being very cute and patient to the reader, reader is sick and sunwoo takes care of them uwu, they platonically share the same bed, a ton of hugs from kim sunwoo because he's so...ugh WORD COUNT » 5760 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~21 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is sick with a fever (if you're actually sick, please isolate yourself!), kim sunwoo being a shy idiot

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

my last story for 2023! looking forward to the new year! happy 2024 everyone!

thank you for reading and screaming with me @winterchimez, @heemingyu and @mosviqu !! you three were so chaotic 😭 like ally really whipped out my government name, i couldn't tell whether sana was mad at me or sunwoo, and bar was...yeah...uhm...yeah!

(i suffered so much with the banner, i need to stop looking at it now)

Even you found this situation absurd.

How could something so beautiful cause you to have tissues and wet towels lying around your heating body? It’s bittersweet to know that the things that made you enwrap in the layer of heated and weighted blankets are the same ones every year that fall nicely from the hues of orange and red sky. Maybe it’s the headache or the jealousy as you hear the excited shrills of the children outside the window having fun and throwing the cold ball of death to each other’s faces. It’s probably also the fact that you’re at the time of your month, the cramps around the underside of your stomach in addition to the scratchy itch on your throat that makes swallowing hard. 

In the end, this year’s Christmas has been wasted and you could only cry under the sheets alone, convincing your parents not to enter as you knew they had to return to work as soon as the holidays ended. You truly regretted your past naive and idiotic self for making a snow angel without proper winter battle clothes. The effect took a massive toll on your body, especially with the amount of hours you have been working and the stress of it all. The way you spent Christmas was lonely as you looked down to the ground floor where your family gathered, a warm blanket slouched on your messy, unwashed hair. The distance between your pout and their smiles wasn’t too far but because of your dying voice and their charged voice, even your mother could barely hear your Christmas greetings.

But, there was someone in your life who still barged into your highly contaminated room with his raccoon loverboy beanie and matching handmade raccoon scarf that you gifted for him this Christmas. Even with your refutes and arguments, he just shrugs, refusing to let you spend the holiday season time alone. 

Every year has always been the same at this time of the year. From when the clock strikes midnight when the jingle bells ring from the city hall up to your room, up until around noon, you would spend it with your family. From noon, when you and your best friend would be amazed at how the snowman still kept its shape up until around dinner time, you would be all over the neighbourhood with him. Then cues the opening of gifts underneath the green tree with ornaments from your grandparents’ age, the smile plasters on everyone’s faces as choruses of ‘thank you’s would be said. Three hours before Christmas day passes, you would retreat to your room, only to have a visitor open your door, the pile of snow between the strands of his hair making the wood of your floor a tripping hazard.

Every year has always been the same for you both and Kim Sunwoo is determined to make sure that it would still be that way. The boy has always made every single Christmas memorable from the day you both were in diapers to now. He made sure that Christmas this year isn’t wasted and he proves that solidly.

Now, another day of fighting begins as you pray for your fever to die down in time for the approaching new year. Contrary to your wishes, your whole body feels like it’s been shut down, feeling too effortful to even raise a finger despite it lying on your bed for the last twenty hours.

“Sunwoo…” The tears well up in your eyes, wishing that you could at least pick up the phone to hear his stories about the day. 

“I got you!” 

The door clicks open to reveal his toothy, mischievous smile. In one hand, a filled fabric bag is held as the other fist punches the sky eagerly. If you could, you would’ve chucked all the layers of fabric to the ground for all you care, clinging onto the boy like a koala. He understands the thoughts roaming in your head as soon as he sees the way the ceiling light highlights the sweat on your forehead and the moisture around the bottom of your eyes. 

The once-upturned corners of his mouth dipped and so did his shoulders. With his free hand, the door closed quietly. He slowly approaches you, kneeling on the floor beside your bed. Sunwoo takes his mittens off, tilting his head and his furrowed eyebrows match his solemn smile. 

“The new year is literally in three days and I’m still here all wrapped up like a mummy.” He unfolded one of the new towels on your bedside table, dapping the sweat away from your flushed face. “I hate this…”

Sunwoo couldn’t hide his true feelings either, missing having you healthy by his side for more than a whole week now. The night walks were now leaning more toward miserable than lonely. He misses the way you would wrap your nearest arm with his, the other hand loosely anchoring on as well as you both comment on whatever comes into your mind. It’s during those times that you would be so preoccupied with your words that the world around him becomes silent, looking down at the slope of your nose and the shape of your moving lips dearly. 

If you look up towards him, you can see the way that Sunwoo’s eyes relax and the corners of his lips lift just slightly, looking at you with utmost adore and affection. His cheeks would be red, not because of the chilly wind, but because his heart is telling him to just hold you close, confess and kiss you deeply into the night. 

It’s no exaggeration to say that the fluttering feeling in his heart, gave his body more warmth than the mittens, beanie, scarf and winter outfit.

“It’ll pass soon, don’t worry,” Sunwoo reassures you, straightening his legs and heading to your bathroom. There, he shrieks and the laugh from the joined room, where you lay in bed with a new cold wet towel on your burning forehead tells him that you did it on purpose. “I thought that was real!” His head peaks out slightly from the bathroom door with the toy cockroach in his hand, throwing it on the duvet where it conveniently plops upside down.

“I need some laughs, okay?” It only earned an eye roll from Sunwoo, who closed the bathroom door.

Your eyes widen at the familiar actions, the sprinkling of water confirming your thoughts.

“Sunwoo!” You scold him. “You can’t stay over! I’m literally sick!”

“I’ll be fine!”

These are the only words that he says, ignoring the rest of your complaints and nagging; he knows though, that it’s just because you care for his health and wellbeing.

Your lips could only form a big mountain when Sunwoo finally does exit your now sauna-like bathroom. He had his favourite raccoon onesie on, his used clothes in one hand and was supported with his chest to avoid it from toppling over his hold. A toothbrush is leisurely in his mouth, the frothing around the inside of his lips tells you that he has no second thoughts about staying over. 

“You can’t, Woo.” An exasperated sigh comes out as soon as he slips into the room. “Why don’t you ever listen to what I say?”

The toothbrush stops its rustling sound against his healthy, white teeth and you can tell from the way his hands land on the side of his waist that he has a complaint back about you.

“As if you’ll ever listen to me.” And the rustling continues with a tune of a song.

“Touche.”

There is one thing that changed from your usual sleepovers but again, you’re not complaining as it is the best choice. Sunwoo takes out the spare roll-up mattress after excitedly knocking on your parent’s room for help. You could hear how your parents are beyond surprised by the visit but you could only smile when you hear the way they scold Sunwoo for wanting to stay beside you with your condition.

For some odd reason, he was still able to walk back into your room, showing off the white fabric on his shoulder that he held, shoulder way too high for your liking as his pride replaces the gloomy atmosphere in the room.

“Make some sort of distance between you and my bed please.”

Your tone is no longer playful, almost tired and most definitely worried. Sunwoo nods, his lips pulling into a line. At this moment, when Sunwoo sets up his bed for the night away from you, you don’t realise the clench in your heart, your hand swishing over the space beside you where he would usually cuddle with you to sleep.

“This alright?” Pulling off his sparkly doe eyes, shooting you a smile that you couldn’t possibly refute. “Alright! Goodnight!” He cheers when you nod defeatedly.

With a flick of the switch, the only thing that allows you to see your covered feet is the moonlight from outside. Sunwoo is in a better position because the lower level means that your bed blocks the shine enough for him to slumber back to sleep.

For some reason, you couldn’t. Your body is still, your eyelids shut and your calm breathing would’ve fooled anyone that you were actually in dreamland. In reality, all you could hear was Sunwoo’s more soothing snores, the sudden feeling that nothing was covering you and the uncomfortable feeling of staying awake.

Your eyelids shoot open once more, staring at the lines and scratches that managed to make it there. Maybe it was a chaotic cat? Or a really strong spiky fly? Or maybe, a ghost? Continuing a questionable amount of ideas. You didn’t even realise when your body turned to the side where Sunwoo was. Without thinking much, your arm reaches for the expensive headpiece straight to the once-slumbering boy.

Disturbed between reality and dreams, his body immediately straightens up, turning his head at you. “Hey!”

“Sorry.” You did feel guilty, not knowing that your impulse actions would jolt him so much; but your laugh tells him that once again, you did plan it with some sort of naughty reason.

Like the antagonist of a scary movie, Sunwoo’s head dips down slightly, his bangs covering his eyes and his cheek rising with menacing thoughts in his head. Suddenly, he jumps over to the mattress, wiggling his fingers all over your body.

“S-Stop! Sunwoo!” He didn’t bother doing so, his heart delighted at the sound of your laughter after so long. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you pathetic raccoon!”

“Oh, you’re really asking for it!”

It’s a miracle that none of your parents didn’t woke up after almost five minutes of different volumes of laughter. After a week or so of copping up in your room, unable to properly see your best friend, he makes his mark on the winter holiday, knowing that every time you fall sick with a fever, you’ll recall this fun memory.

“Can’t sleep?” 

He retreats to the edge of the back, his legs dangling. Yet, he has his full focus on the way your smile gradually falls into a frown. His hands move under the blanket, finding yours. As soon as he feels you, his fingers intertwine with yours. Automatically, your thumb caresses Sunwoo’s, calming enough for him to sleep. Eyelids heavy but not completely down yet, your brown orbs observe the way Sunwoo kneels beside you.

“Sunwoo…”

“Hm?” 

“Thank you for staying.” 

His eyes widen slightly but he then lets out a small chuckle. “Just doing your lovely parents a favour.” 

“No.” He gulps at your seriousness, watching the way that even though your back is facing the natural light source, the growing waters underneath your eyelids make his other hand reach out for you, the movement shaking your tears down. “I meant in life. Thank you for staying with me another year.”

Your eyelashes fluttered, the darkness quietly enveloping you. Sunwoo just lets out a soft sigh, your words making his heart beat too rapidly for him to sleep tonight. 

“I love you.” 

There…

He rehearsed the confession in the mirror many times, different scenarios each time, a different object in his hand every time as he imagined the perfect gift that he would give if he was ever given a chance to pour his feelings into you. A part of him wishes you heard it, hoping that you didn’t keep this friendship going. 

The mattress that he worked hard to retrieve from your parents is left untouched for the rest of the night. Forget about his well-being for a second, prioritising the love in his heart. Forget about being sick if it meant being able to hold you in his arms just like all those times. Forget about your scoldings that he would only stick his tongue out nonchalantly to. Sunwoo climbs on the opposite side, his usual spot in your bed. He carefully slips his body inside, the air a thousand times warmer, almost making him wince at the sudden temperature rise that he didn’t expect.

For one last time in the night, he wipes your forehead clean, pressing a lingering kiss on the area. Your body recognises the dip of the bed, turning to the other side and hiding your eyes from the glare of the night into Sunwoo’s beating chest. Perplexed but still somewhat composed, he lets you get comfortable first, both of your hands reaching up to the fabric of his collar, tugging it slightly as a satisfied smile makes its way onto your relaxed face. 

“I love you.” 

He says once more.

“I love you so much, bubs.” 

A little bit louder.

“I love you so much but,” He rests his head on the pillow, pulling you further into his embrace with his hand curling over the shape of your head. “I don’t think I can stay beside you next year.”

Unrequited love his whole life. 

The trade-off between friendship and love is too much for him to fully digest. 

But as the years pass, Sunwoo knows that there is nothing much he can do but drown in his uncertainties. At the same time, he’s no longer sure how much longer he could fake another smile towards you whenever you were taken out for dates. He’s no longer sure how to keep his heartbeat at bay whenever you accidentally whip your hair across his face whenever he scared you, and the way your first instinct is to squish his cheeks, frown and check up for any hurt on his beautiful face. He’s no longer sure if he could hide the urge to pull you into his chest whenever your fingers would lace together even during the hot summer days.

So Sunwoo made it clear to himself that tonight would be the last time he would bask in your presence. Another unsure kiss is given to your forehead and against the screamings inside his head, he follows his heart to press one on each of your closed lids, whispering loving words that he desperately wishes you would hear. 

“I’m thankful for you too.”

True to his words, Sunwoo is gone by the early morning, the white blob on the floor is gone and so are the used towels that you have used throughout the previous day. Judging from the coolness of the sheets beside you, he must’ve left some time ago and it left a bitter feeling in your whole being when he left no note that would usually snap the drowsiness in you to an immediate deadpan reaction, or contrary a dog video that would make up want to curl up and stay in bed for longer.

Three distinct knocks on the door tell you that your mum has breakfast ready but you can’t respond as enthusiastically as you usually would. 

“You’re looking better today, actually.” The plastic tray rests on the corner of your table. The now-occupied space reminds you of last night when Sunwoo used the same space for his worn-out backpack. Satisfied with the way your forehead is no longer burning and almost back to normal temperature, the woman nods and lets out a sigh of relief. “Must be the Sunwoo effect.”

It did make you forget your confusion for a second, the corners of your slumped lips pulling to a straight line. When you were once again left all alone in the room, the loneliness was unlike ever before. The charging cable is ripped away from your device, opening the messaging app to text Sunwoo a very formal, very awkward morning greeting. Your eyes bore into the bottom left of the screen, seeing if the familiar typing icon would pop out but after around four minutes of empty wishes, the way you shoved your phone under the pillow shows how crestfallen you are with his isolating behaviour. It continued for the rest of the day, your phone never buzzing because of him even though his social media activity shows him posting a new memory to share over the internet.

New Year is around a few hours and to you, it looks like Sunwoo has no plans to change his indifference towards you. Even when Eric says he would make sure that Sunwoo sends a message to you, the only thing that changed in your messaging status with him is the ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ sign.

“The audacity of this little piece of sh—” 

Your fingers tapped rapidly first, and the floating tiles of your keyboard pour your conflicted emotions with a dash of empty threats to him. It’s infuriating that the only thing he did was still, left you on ‘seen’ but this time, in real-time. 

“Okay, fine!”

Why are you so defeated? Frustrated? Annoyed? Irritated? Worried? Sour? Confused? Are you really going to spend the rest of the year without him? Start the new one without him? Is he really breaking the streak of watching the fireworks together and being each other’s first ‘Happy New Year!’s with a bunch of jumping and squealing? 

Is he mad because you’re the reason why you can’t watch the flowers in the sky with him this year? But Sunwoo knows that you’ve been sick! But if he is, is he so mad to the point that you’re going to break the streak of being each other’s first ‘Happy New Year!’s next year because of it? But between you both, you’ve always beaten him by a split second!

“Fine! Be that way then!” If the framed picture of you both had noise sensitivity, you’re sure that it would’ve cowered away and fallen straight to the bin next to it. “Ignore me then! Go have fun with the rest of your friends! Why’d you come here and act like you cared when you were just going to avoid me like this?!”

As if the whole universe isn’t seemingly against you already, the bunny doll that Sunwoo won for you smiled sweetly from the corner of your room. The rubber material of your slippers makes high-pitched slaps and your arms snatch the poor plush by its neck, shaking it back and forth as you start to let out all the cursing in all the languages that you know to the boy in your head.

“You got it!”

You couldn’t hide the excitement on your face as soon as the claw hovers in the hole of the machine, a few seconds away from delivering the prize to your hands. Sunwoo rejoices and is proud after winning against the rigged game with only the first try. 

You try to wait patiently for Sunwoo to give it to you, but the way that your upper body bounces, and the way your slightly wavy hair goes along with the motions of your body, only makes it harder for Sunwoo to properly hand you over the gift. You weren’t doing anything special but he was so in love with you that he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath at the way your eyes sparkle to him—it didn’t help his case that you were cutely drowning in his jacket. 

“D-Do you love it that much?”

Would it be weird if he snapped a photo of you right now? When your cheeks are smushed against the bunny’s fluffy ones? Would it be weird if he wanted to set it as his wallpaper and just stare at it all day long?

“It’s so cute!” 

You indirectly answered, putting your full attention and affection to the animal in your hands. The way you bopped your nose with its own only fuels his adoration for you and because you’re so immersed in your birthday gift, Sunwoo did manage to get the picture that he desires.

Kim Sunwoo also had it as his lock screen, hiding it within a collage of other memories—it’s the reason why he’s been so protective over his phone for the last few months.

Having had enough of giving the inanimate animal a headache, you threw it onto the floor with a huff, blowing the loose strand of hair away from your vision. All of a sudden, the tears finally well up in your eyes and you let out silent croaked sobs. The hunched-over plushie is the catalyst for your head to replay the memories in your head. With your back against your bed, knees folded to your chest and the bunny sitting on top, the outside world blurs out of existence for a while.

Everything is just Kim Sunwoo.

From the way he smiles.

To the way he drools in his sleep.

From the way he would literally hide you from the outside world, arms enveloping and muffling your cries.

To the way he welcomes the series of punches on his chest because life is too much for you sometimes.

From the way he has your mum on speed dial in case he can’t reach you.

To the way that he would hop into the car to pick you up from your solo late-night, early-morning beach walks still in his pyjamas.

From the way he knew how to comfort you depending on the situation.

To the way he wouldn’t mind submitting his assignment late if it meant that you’ll be able to sleep peacefully.

Your face flares up, recalling the light pressure of his lips on your eyelids the other night and with it, the meaning behind your tight hold on the bunny becomes something entirely different. That’s all it takes for you to rush out the front door, your mum following your rushed actions with her eyes.

“Well,” she shrugs, eyes back to the television of her favourite Christmas movie, “that happened.”

So maybe you should’ve changed to snowing boots or something more appropriate than your slippers but in your body’s adrenaline to keep your body intact for another five minutes when you would reach Sunwoo’s house.

“You’re so—ugh!” 

The crystals falling from the sky are too uncomfortable and you know that you will be bedridden for longer after this but that’s not going to be your fault. Someone else will take the blame for this and you’ll make it clear for him.

It’s only when you reach the front door, hands on your bent knees, throat dry, nose red, cheeks most probably iced due to your tears and the weather that the words all evaporate from your head. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore and with the curtain from the living room open just enough for you to see Sunwoo snuggling in the couch with his cup of hot chocolate, the feelings that you have been hiding from him amplified greatly.

You’re so mad at him but you still think he looks cute with the blanket over his head, covering his shoulders and eyes focused so much to the point the colours of the graphics were being reflected on his eyes. Changing the direction from kicking down the front door, you decided to instead gather a lump of ice into your palm, striking it against the window where his face was. 

His body jolts back but it didn’t take long for his mind to register the white remnants crumbling on the glass, window frame and sill. It takes Sunwoo less than a second to take in your shivering figure on the other side of the window and he knows he’s going to get an earful from his mum when she sees the sweet and sticky drink on her carpet.

The coat hanger rattles and almost breaks an arm with how violently Sunwoo takes two of his warmest jackets, swiftly getting ready to meet the cold and starting blizzard outside. He automatically winced when nature slammed the door open, almost stubbing his toe—but maybe that’s his karma for leaving you on read for more than a whole day without a proper explanation.

Sunwoo took his focus away from the throbbing pain, skipping down the stairs, using the spiky handrail for support as he pushed his body up whenever he went down a step lower, relaxing when his feet landed on the ground safely. It’s only been a few minutes since he stepped out of his blanket but now everything is throbbing—his heart as well for a different reason.

Seeing you still facing the window, your hair flying all over the place, your chin basically on your chest, Sunwoo realises that he hurt you badly. Maybe he should’ve just been honest. If so, then at the very least, you wouldn’t chase him out like this when it looks like you just started to feel better. 

“Hey…” his feet make cautious little shuffles, scrunching the remaining mixes of nature and ice, kind of scared for his life that you would start to (rightfully) punch him. Thankfully, he got close enough to drape his jacket onto your shoulder, zipping up the front without asking you to put your arms. If it wasn’t for the fact that he ignored you, he would be teasing and asking you about what you are mulling over. “Let’s go inside, hm?”

Sunwoo sighs at your stubbornness when you shoved his arm away, feet planted on the ground.

“Go away.” 

His heart clenches at the way you probably meant that. It included a hint of hurt, broken the unanswered questions that were swarming your head.

“I’m sorry,” Sunwoo said so softly that you could’ve missed it if it wasn’t the way you were already actively focusing on him. “So please, let’s just get you inside. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

His palm goes over where his heart is and the other hand gives you a reassuring press. Sunwoo knew by the way you refused to look at him despite him bending over to meet your eyes, that this was going to be tough for you to listen to him.

But Kim Sunwoo is patient.

He’s always been patient and understanding when it comes to you. When his hands reach over to envelop yours, you don’t push away how he wraps his own between yours. Your heartbeat picks up its pace when he leads your joined hands into the pocket of his jacket, his thumb gliding over your skin. The act also sends your body closer to his, finally closing the gap between your bodies, sharing body warmth corresponding to the red hues on your cheeks.

Your lips now hover over his outwear and your nose takes his scent in, enjoying breathing in the familiarity after almost two days of no contact. Sunwoo bites his lips, nervous about having you in front of him and the way you tighten your hold on his hands tells him that you have a lot to say. 

“You don’t want to spend the first week of the new year bedridden, bubs.” Wordlessly and timidly, Sunwoo just scans over your facial features, his eyes roaming about while your eyes are stuck on his zipper which is halfway done.

“Don’t call me that…” Because it clicks open the surge of feelings that you have been trying to hide from him for the longest time. “Don’t…”

You were still half awake when he said his words.

Unknowingly to Sunwoo, you heard every single word that you have always wanted to say to him. That night, when his hand wrapped securely around your waist, you had the best sleep in your life, taking a mental note to talk about the topic later on.

Only to realise that you are both idiots with your feelings.

“I’m sor—”

“Stop apologising!” 

And it sends Sunwoo into a puddle of shock and confusion when your eyes send out a waterfall. He separates his hands from yours and they fly quickly to hold your cheeks. Stutters of more apologies string out and his thumbs weren’t fast enough to keep your face dry. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry too!”

“Hey, what are you sorry about? I’m the one who left you on read!”

“I’m sorry that I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you,” you hiccup before continuing, seeing a glimpse of Sunwoo’s gaping mouth, “I’m sorry that you’ve always been the one taking care of me and not the other way around,” and you see the way he shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m sorry that I ever make you think that I don’t care about you!” 

“Hey, no. Don’t say that, I know you care abo—”

“I love you, Kim Sunwoo!” 

To him, even though Christmas has passed, he’s convinced that it’s a miracle for him. The night when he left to stay in your house, he innocently wished upon the shooting star, closing his eyes and hoping for your health and happiness—but he couldn’t help but also wish that you would love him back even though that’s out of his control.

But what can he do when he’s only loved one person and one person throughout his whole life?

“I’m sorry if I ever made you think that I like someone else because I can tell you now that all those dates I went to only made me sure that I’m so in love with you and you make me feel like I can just be myself when I’m around you and I also feel jittery when I’m around you and—”

This is not the type of confession that he has rehearsed for.

He guides your face into his chest, still sobbing and crying. As always, your hands weakly hit him, your lips still voicing out muffled confessions to him. Sunwoo’s arms wrap around your shoulders, the other on top of it. His head dips, his lips breathing out air near your ear, resting his forehead on his arm for stability. He wants to say something, anything to make sure that his avoidance doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you back but all he wants to do is to just hold you closer to make it clear that no one could take you out on another date.

Only he can take you out on dates now.

You sniffle, catching your breath after letting your feelings out. The hold around you makes you melt, smiling before turning to where Sunwoo is. At your longing stare, his head shoots back up in surprise, tripping over his own words at how you look at him with beady, watery eyes in adoration. Shy Sunwoo is going to be a sight that you’ll get used to quickly, noting how adorable he is with how his eyes refuse to meet yours and his lips moving without any sound actually coming through.

“I love you.” 

You repeated quieter just for him so that he was the only one who could hear the words.

“I love you so much.”

You stood on your toes, planting a kiss on his chin.

“I love you so much but,” Sunwoo gulps with how you squinted your eyes, “if you leave my side next year, I won’t hesitate to throw a snowball to your face.”

“Oh God, please don’t do that.” Mortified and shaking his head, “I’m sorry, you win. I’ll do anything, just please have mercy on me.”

“Anything?”

Sunwoo gives a series of firm, convincing nods.

“Kiss me.”

The words took a while to register in his mind and he couldn’t help the breath hitching when he realised your request. Sunwoo almost stumbled backwards, your hands tug the fabric of his pockets, pulling him back to you and reality. It caused your foreheads to lightly bump and the impact made you wince at his stupidity. 

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’m—”

“Kim Sunwoo! There’s going to be a mark there! That hur—”

A pair of comforting hands hold your jawline, tilting your face to accommodate the height difference between the two once-best friends. When Sunwoo gets a better grip on himself, he quickly dives in when your lips part, swallowing your complaints and making his dreams come true. 

Double a decade—no, more than that. 

That’s how much he’s waited for this moment with you.

When his lips would slot against yours, hugging your top ones with his before pulling away to give the same amount of affection to your bottom ones. Your noses bump into each other slightly, making the moment seem real and fun, smiling and giggling when you both part for air. Shy and kind of embarrassed with how messy and uncoordinated it is but you both know you wouldn’t want to share each other’s firsts with anyone else. 

At this moment, it’s you and him in this world.

That’s how you ended the year. Clenched fist still inside his pockets, though that didn’t stop you from folding the fabric back so that you could have your arms wrapped around his middle to pull him closer. The sky soon blooms shortly after, and the happy firing noises illuminate the night sky, beating the dull light and colour of the moon that everyone sees every day. Because of the dynamic colours, Sunwoo is able to see the shades of the celebration mirrored on your skin, finding you more beautiful than ever before. 

Though beautiful, the fireworks did make Sunwoo roll his eyes when he seemingly needed to repeat variations of “Be my girlfriend!” even though you were less than ten centimetres away from his face. He knows after your third “What? I can’t hear you” that you were playing with him, giving you pecks of his lips across your face playfully, enjoying how your laughs neutralised the flowers in the sky. 

You ended the year with the start of a kiss with your best friend.

And start the new year with a new title for your ex-best friend.

With Kim Sunwoo, of course.

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Waiting For Our Storms To Pass

Pairing: Sunwoo x f! reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Synopsis: Lost in a storm of trying to be someone you’re not, a drive with your worst enemy might just be enough to let the snow settle and give you some clarity. 

Warnings: profanities, mentions of another member, cheating, brief mentions of death, extreme weather, nicknames (princess), kissing, unrequited love.

Word Count: 3.1k

Network: @deoboyznet

A/N: This is purely fictional and is not an accurate depiction of the individuals mentioned. Not proofread. Also, clearly I know nothing about the weather but let’s just go with it for the sake of the plot. Please remember that the only reason you should change who you are is to become the best version of yourself and not to please others. 18+ content, Minors DNI.

This is dedicated to the lovely @from-izzy <3 (yep I'm your secret santa!!) I really enjoyed exploring this genre and I sincerely hope you find a way to enjoy it :) Happy New Year!

“No, no, no, no, no, please-” 

You’ve been trying to start your car for the past 10 minutes, but you haven’t gotten anything more than a sputter of the engine. A yell of frustration rips from your throat, and you stomp your foot onto the floor of the car as you slump forward against the wheel. 

You’re shivering and on the verge of tears in your useless excuse of a car, and you begin to wonder if your week could get any worse. Firstly, you missed out on an internship because you didn’t have the right connections. Secondly, your parents called to let you know that they wouldn’t be able to fly into town for the holidays, leaving you to curl up in your apartment all alone. Next, you’ve begun to suspect that your boyfriend is cheating on you. 

And now, the universe has just smacked you with dreadful weather and you have no means of getting home safely. 

You watch as the snow gets heavier, and you curse at yourself for making the effort to attend a class in-person when you could’ve skipped it like nearly everyone else did, even if there wasn’t an official announcement from your lecturer. It doesn’t pay to be a people-pleaser, you think. 

You dial your boyfriend’s number, holding your phone to your ear as it rings, but he doesn’t pick up. You try again, and after the first few rings, he picks up, and you heave a sigh of relief. 

“Babe, where are you now?”

“I’m at Juyeon’s place- why do you ask?” 

“Um,” you hesitate, already anticipating that he’s gonna disappoint you yet again, “I-I’m stuck on campus because my car won’t start and the snow’s really coming in. Could you come get me, please?”

You hear the rustle of bed sheets on the other line, and Hyunjae groans. 

“Can’t right now- we’re pretty swamped…” 

Your heart sinks in your chest, and right at that moment, you hear someone giggling on the other line. A woman. 

“Hyunjae, is someone there with you-”

“Hey- I gotta go, I’ll call you.” And he hangs up on you, leaving you to freeze in your car. 

Tears begin to prick at your eyes and you huddle your knees to your chest. “How did you manage to lose this one, y/n?” you whisper. The sound of the winds howling isn’t nearly enough to drown out the thoughts of failing to find love and being all alone for eternity. Afterall, It’s impossible to seek something without even knowing what it looks like.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the blare of a car horn, and you roll down your frosted window to get a look at whoever honked at you only to sigh in annoyance when you take in his unmistakable smirk.

Kim Sunwoo, childhood best friend turned bad boy and bane of your existence, sits in the car next to yours. The things he did always brought out the worst in you- invading your space, ridiculing you for your taste in men, interrupting dates, you name it- and he’s been doing all of it for his own amusement for years. 

You have no idea what brought this kind of behaviour on. As kids, the both of you were inseparable, pairing up for class projects, screaming playfully at each other during dodgeball, and having little conversations about your futures. But, things changed when the both of you entered middle school- you got into boys, and he got into trouble. Even till today, you’re stuck in the same pattern, because no matter how hard you tried to shake him off, he would follow you. God knows how he even managed to follow you to your dream college on the other side of the country and continue to taunt you. Gone is the sweet boy who used to keep a hair tie on his wrist in case you needed it. 

“Stuck, princess?” he taunts. 

“Shut up.”

“How rude,” he tuts, tilting his head, “I was literally asking if you were stuck and I was about to offer you a ride.”

“I’d never go anywhere with you, Kim Sunwoo,” you snap, “don’t you have some daft bimbo to screw with? Maybe some frat’s house to vandalise? Typical bad boy shit?”

“I could, but not right now. Talking to you like this is fun enough as it is,” he teases, and you nearly pray that you freeze to death. He laughs at the disgusted look on your face and waves you over, “come on, I’ll give you a lift.”

“Over my dead body,” you snarl. 

“Why not?,” he pouts, feigning concern, “the heating’s on blast and I’ve got snow tyres.” 

“I’m perfectly fine,” you huff, “now, fuck off and move along.”

“So… you’re not shivering and on the brink of death by hypothermia?”

“Will you just shut the fu-”

“Take it or leave it, ice princess,” he smirks. 

You hate yourself for doing this, but alas, desperate times call for desperate measures. You try to roll your window back up as much as you can, grab your belongings from the back as you get out of your car, and you trudge towards his mustang. 

The moment you slide into the passenger seat, you’re welcomed by the blast of heat from the vents, and it’s finally warm enough to rid yourself of your coat. You make the mistake of turning to look at Sunwoo, who stares right back at you with a triumphant smile on his stupid face. 

“You’re welcome-”

“Just shut up and drive.”

He pulls the car out of the parking lot, revving the engine and speeding off into the dark, cold night, and you brace yourself for the storm ahead.

For the first few minutes, you sit in silence, directing your attention to the snowfall outside until he initiates conversation. “Got any plans for New Year’s?” he asks. You roll your eyes and shift in your seat, refusing to answer him and you continue to fix your gaze on the snow as it passes your window. 

“You really aren’t gonna speak to me at all?” he presses. You figure that this could go on forever, so you release a loud sigh, coming up with a reply without even sparing him a glance. “No, I’m on my own.”

“Oh?” he says, quirking an eyebrow and you hate that he finds joy in your misery, “is that so?”

“What do you want from me, Sunwoo?”

“Nothing, I’m just making small talk… Sometimes I just might not be the asshole you make me out to be, y’know,” he mumbles, and you shoot him a glare instead of thinking about apologising. He puts the radio on, a song by Snow Patrol comes on, and you’re suddenly reminded that it was a song you particularly liked during your childhood. You wonder if Sunwoo remembers, but you don’t see a point in trying to find out. 

“Well, maybe if you didn’t do things a typical asshole would do, I wouldn’t have judged you so quickly,” you argue. 

“Whatever you say, princess,” he teases, and you cringe. 

“Don’t call me that,” you retort, and he merely chuckles at your reaction. 

You notice that even when he’s trying to mess with your head and he only has one hand on the wheel, he’s surprisingly careful on the road, but you won’t give him credit for that. You turn your head slightly to look at him, and through the years, you’ve never actually bothered to really get a good look at his features. Other than the stronger jawline, he hasn’t changed too much. His lips are still plump, and his eyebrows have maintained their shape and thickness- but there’s something different about his eyes, and you can’t quite identify what it is. 

There’s no point dwelling on it, you think, he’s a different person now. You think you may have loved Sunwoo at some point before things changed, but what did you know about love? 

You pull yourself out of your thoughts, and you focus your gaze back onto the road ahead.

“So,” he quips, “why am I the one rescuing you instead of that boyfriend of yours?”

“I wouldn’t go there If I were you, Sunwoo,” you warn, the feeling of unease already creeping in, but he continues. 

“Was he busy tonight? Doing something important? Doing someone-” 

“Sunwoo, please-” 

“What a surprise,” he drawls, “pretty boy can’t come rescue his girlfriend because he’s busy screwing other chicks.”

“Will you stop-” the reminder of being tossed aside for someone else begins to overwhelm you, but Sunwoo’s attacks keep coming.

“He’s such a jerk, and the fact that you try to convince yourself that he’s not just makes you stupid as well.”

You turn your body to face him, retorting with a glare,“well, it seems that you would know how jerks behave, Sunwoo.”

“At least I don’t try to delude myself into thinking otherwise,” he counters, raising his voice slightly.

“You shit on every guy I date but,” you yell, “just so you know, your opinion means jackshit to me.”

“Oh, just like how you mean jackshit to every guy you date?” 

His words cut through you deeper than you expect them to, and the realisation that he’s right seizes your chest. 

“Stop the car.”

“Excuse me-”

“Just stop the car, damn it!” You shout. 

You get out of the car before it can come to a complete stop, leaving your coat behind, preferring to brave the storm rather than to remain in the suffocating warmth of Sunwoo’s car. “Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your coat and scrambling to get out of his car to go after you.

“Y/n, are you fucking crazy?” he shouts 

“Yes!” you scream, trying to hasten your pace, 

“Just come back, it’s fucking freezing!”

“Leave me alone!” you cry. 

You try to break into a run, not caring if you look absolutely ridiculous while going against the wind, and Sunwoo swears as he’s forced to catch up. 

Battling the winds, you run as fast as your body allows you to, but you’re too blinded by rage to spot the black ice ahead of you. You lose your footing on the ice, yelping as you slip and brace yourself, but your head never hits the ground. 

Sunwoo’s got one arm around your waist and a hand gripping your upper arm, hauling you back onto your feet. He huffs, picking your coat off the icy road and wrapping it tightly around your shoulders. “You’re fucking insane,” he rasps, hunching over and resting his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

You clutch the seams of your coat, shivering from the force of the winds, but aside from the cold biting at your cheeks, you’re feeling too many things at once. An otherwise touching gesture plunges you into confusion and frustration- if he had hated you for all these years, gone to great lengths to bring you misery and probably wouldn’t care if you were left to die alone, why the hell would he even bother to chase you in the midst of a snowstorm to make sure you didn’t freeze to death? 

You hate that he’s messing with your head like this, and you take a step away from the boy in front of you, and you demand answers. 

“Where did we go wrong, Sunwoo?” 

He looks up at you, straightening his posture, and when he’s facing you properly, you continue to confront him. 

“We started off as friends, then suddenly you change and we’re at each other’s necks, and I know for a fact that I’m not the one who started it.”

Sunwoo looks like he’s just been slapped across the face, his expression turning into one of disbelief, but you don’t even notice. 

“You aren’t the boy you used to be. We used to be inseparable, but now you do nothing but follow me literally everywhere to make my life a living hell,” you’re tired, exasperated, and you just need an answer from him., "tell me why you had to change."

Don’t put this all on me- we’ve both changed, he thinks. 

“Y/n-” he starts. 

“Tell me!”

“Because after all this time and what we’ve been through, how the hell could you still choose anyone but me?” he shouts.

The sudden change in his demeanour stuns you, you’re unsure if you heard him correctly, but Sunwoo’s pained expression shocks you more than anything. 

“I’ve always been right with you, y/n,” he says, his voice still loud but shaken with emotion, “do you know how it feels to watch you throw yourself at literally anyone else time and again when I’m the one who’s been trying to keep up and be with you every step of the way?

“It fucking hurts to know that I’ve never been an option for you. No matter how differently I try to act, trying to be just like all those jerks you went after, people like Lee Hyunjae- fuck- I sunk to unimaginable levels just so you’d look at me.” Tears run down his cheeks, and he shakes as he unleashes years of pent up desperation. ”Yes, I have changed. But that’s not fucking fair, y/n. Don’t fucking put this all on me when I have watched you change for him- for all of them!”

You flinch at his outburst, and no words come to mind when you try to retaliate. You have no defence. You realise now that Sunwoo is right, and the awareness of what’s become of you is crippling. And right now, you can’t ever bear to face him. 

“You never had to, you know,” he says quietly, “you were perfect- you’re still perfect to me…”

The words that leave his lips have you turning back towards him, and your heart aches in your chest. He’s staring right back at you, and you let out a quiet gasp of recognition. His eyes look different than before. Though tear-filled, you realise that you’re looking into the eyes of the boy you desperately missed- warm, hopeful, loving. 

“I have changed myself thousands of times just so I’d get someone to stay, but none of them have, Sunwoo.”

“I stayed,” he whispers, and you feel like you could shatter if someone so much as lay a finger on you. 

“Hell- I’ve kept up with you through all those changes, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the way I feel for you.”

You’re so overcome by your emotions- sorrow, guilt, regret- and they’re building too quickly for you to figure out what to do with yourself.

Sunwoo knows that you’re in just as much pain as he is, and he just needs to make you realise that you’ll never have to twist yourself into a different person for anyone else ever again. He approaches you, raising his rough hands cup your cheeks, and before you can attempt to break free from his grasp again, he closes the gap between you, and his lips engulf yours. 

Your breath hitches, you raise your fists to thump against his chest and push him away, but you pause. You feel like you should hate this a lot more than you do, but you can’t help but relax into the kiss. 

Your frozen exterior crumbles as warmth floods throughout your body, and you let your eyelids flutter shut as the ice melts from your eyes, trickling down your cheeks in gentle currents. It all feels so sincere, familiar, and comforting, as if you’re right where you’re meant to be.

The both of you pull apart for air, but Sunwoo doesn’t let go of you. He keeps his eyes on yours as he caresses your cheeks, and your heart pounds when a smile grows on his face- his bright, genuine, unchanging smile, just the way it’s been at the beginning.

Everything seems to go quiet around you- the howling winds have stopped their abuse, the snow has gotten lighter, and suddenly you can see a lot more clearly.  

Overwhelmed by emotion, you fall to your knees, and Sunwoo rushes to kneel with you. His warm hands find their way back to the apples of your cheeks, his thumbs wiping your tears as you sob, and he lets his forehead rest against yours. 

“Open your eyes,” he pleads.

Tearful eyes meet his, and you keep crying as he kisses your tears away. You feel absolutely foolish for not seeing the signs earlier, and your heart wrenches at the fact that you’ve lost all of this time with him because you were chasing people who couldn’t give you what you needed.

“How can we go back?” you sob, “I don’t really know who I am anymore.”

“You’re the person I fell in love with,” he whispers, running a hand up and down your back to soothe you, “none of those guys were worth changing for. But I promise you- I'll be the one who’s worth staying the same for.” 

He moves his hands to hold yours, interlocking your fingers and squeezing gently. “Just give us a chance,” he begs, “please… don’t make me waste another minute without you.”

With that, you throw arms around him, clumsily locking your lips with his and his hands rest on the small of your back and the back of your head, pulling you flush against him. His hands slide up, threading his fingers through your hair, and you continue to cling to him like he’s gonna slip away from your grasp at any moment. 

A whine leaves your lips when you pull away, wishing you could hold each other forever, but you don’t realise that your hair has become a complete mess. 

“Come here,” he laughs. 

He tugs you closer, and he pulls his sleeve back to pull something off his wrist. A hair tie. 

You keep your eyes on him as he reaches around you and gathers your hair into a ponytail, putting it together to the best of his abilities, and your heart beats harder at the gesture. 

“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hands and pulling you onto your feet, “let’s get you home before we freeze our asses off.”

“Never let me go,” you plead, and he holds your face in his hands again to plant a kiss against your forehead. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers.  

It’s absolutely frightening to be on our own, to be unsure of which paths to take and paralysed by hesitation. Perhaps if we give ourselves time and wait for the storms in our hearts to pass, our doubts and fears will disappear once the snow settles. We’ll wait, and we’ll take a run at life as soon as things are clear. 

Towards the places where we’re meant to be. 

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number of finished stories: 3

number of works in progress that is actively being written: 4

number of works in progress in total: 34

idols included so far: all tbz members (multiple of kim sunwoo and lee jaehyun, a dash of lee sangyeon and lee juyeon), na jaemin

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number of finished stories: 2

number of works in progress that is actively being written: 5

number of works in progress in total: 35

idols included so far: all tbz members (multiple of kim sunwoo and lee jaehyun, a dash of lee sangyeon and lee juyeon), nct na jaemin

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