02. OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU

02. OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

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EIGHTEEN / strawberries and honey

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word count: 1.9k

CHOI YEONJUN HAS KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS. He’s known you since you were a sophomore in high school, when Beomgyu introduced the two of you to one another. He’s known you since you were just a shy, well-dressed flute player in the high school’s band who didn’t like him very much. He’s known you for a lot longer than he realized. 

Back then, Yeonjun didn’t blame you for not liking him. After all, the only thing you really knew about him was that he was the son of the CEO of one of the biggest fashion companies, and he had become used to the assumptions that came with that. “Spoiled”, “pretentious”, “out of touch”, he’d heard it all before, and it was no surprise that you thought the same thing. On top of him not blaming you, he also didn’t care what you thought about him. You were just Beomgyu’s friend, someone he wasn’t going to be seeing a lot, so what did it matter?

But, he did start to see you a lot. Every time Beomgyu planned something, whether it be a birthday party, or a trip to the local fair, you would be there, and so would he. The more he found himself around you, the more and more Yeonjun started to enjoy being around you, and the more he wanted to make you realize he wasn’t some spoiled asshole like everyone thought he was. Then, eventually, he noticed you start to warm up to him, and hate him less and less. 

But, then you started to pull away from him again. Your senior year, you and Beomgyu had one last band performance before you graduated and left the group behind forever. Naturally, Yeonjun, Soobin, Kai and Taehyun all decided to go and support Beomgyu, but also to support you as well. And, to show his full support, and secure you as a friend once and for all, Yeonjun bought you flowers. 

Apparently, that had been a mistake. As the second he gifted you the bouquet, you locked up, and became just as shy as you were when the two of you first met. It was like years of progress had gone down the drain, and he was right back where he started. He couldn’t ever figure out what he had done to make you return to disliking him. Had the flowers been too extravagant, and came off as him flaunting his wealth? Had the gesture made you uncomfortable, and he miscalculated how close you two were? Whatever it was, a part of him wished he had never given you those flowers. 

But why? Why was it so important to him that you liked him? Ever since he’d first told his friends he was determined to get you to like him—or Chat Noir—and they’d brought up the question, it had played through his head over and over again. And now, as he sits on the railing outside your apartment window, watching you pace around your living room, it’s especially troubling him. 

You looked stressed out, just like Beomgyu had told him earlier. You were pacing back and forth, nibbling on one of the KitKats he had left for you, with a measuring tape hung around your neck. Suddenly he felt bad. He really hoped he wasn’t adding to your stress, and making things worse for you. He was at least glad to see that you were enjoying the KitKats, though, judging by the pile of wrappers next to your couch.

He leaned forward and tapped his knuckles against the glass, finally capturing your attention. You jumped at the noise, dropping the candy onto the floor, and he couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked expression on your face. The word cute crossed his mind. 

“Hi, Y/N.” He greeted you once you’d opened your sliding door to let him in, a playful smile creeping onto his lips. “Enjoying the KitKats I see?” He hopped down and followed you into your little apartment. He found himself scanning the space, taking it all in, since he didn’t imagine he would be back here anytime soon. 

“No, not really.” You replied, bending down to pick up the small pile of wrappers. He put his hands on his hips and watched as you carried the wrappers to the trash to toss them in. When he was around you as Yeonjun, you were never this nonchalant. If he’d been standing in your living room, he imagined you wouldn’t speak to him, probably go stand in a corner and avoid him the entire time. Maybe you didn’t dislike Chat Noir as much as he thought you did. 

He cleared his throat. “So…”

“So…” You echoed, making your way back over to him. “We can just do some measurements now. And then, you can tell me your ideas, then you leave and I get to work.” 

“Or, I can stay and we can talk about our places in the universe together.” He suggested, picking up an old candle that was sitting on your side table and giving it a whiff. 

You rolled your eyes, and for a brief moment, he finds the action familiar. “As delightful as that sounds, I have stuff to do.” You gave him a tight lipped smile, then took the candle from his hands and set it down. 

“That smells really good, what is that?” He asked you. 

You lifted his arm, and slid the tape off your neck. “Champagne, or something, I’m not sure. My best friend gave it to me for my birthday.” You answered with a shrug. 

He nodded, then continued to glance around your apartment while you started to measure him. Then, his eyes landed on a picture on top of your entertainment center. It was from the night of your band recital, a picture of you, Beomgyu, Heeseung, Sieun, Jeongin, Soobin and himself. You were standing in the middle, holding onto the bouquet for dear life. He couldn’t believe how young you looked, even though it was only a few years ago. 

An idea popped into his head. 

“Is that you and Choi Yeonjun?” He asked, and you froze. 

“What?” You spoke slowly, then turned your head to follow his gaze over to the picture. “Oh. Yeah, it is.” He watched as your cheeks reddened, and you turned your focus back to your measurements.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other. He’s a good friend of mine.” 

“He is?” You snapped your head up to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together. 

“Oh, yeah, for sure. He doesn’t talk about me?” 

You glanced away again. “Oh, I wouldn’t know. We don’t talk very much…”

He frowned. It was true, the two of you didn’t talk very much, but it still hurt a bit to hear it. “Really? Why not? I know he can be a bit annoying, but—“

“He’s not annoying.” You quickly cut him off, and he raised his eyebrows at that. “It’s just… I don’t know. It’s complicated.” You mumbled, and he watched you curiously as you turned away to scribble some numbers down. 

Complicated. What about him was so complicated for you? 

“Let’s talk about something else, hm? Like… What are you thinking about for the new suit?” You queried, and he noticed the redness in your cheeks slowly fading. He wanted to know more, to press you further for your thoughts on him, but it was clear you didn’t want to discuss it, and making you uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted. 

“You ever seen a fursuit?” He joked, and you slowly looked up to give him a deadpan look. “I’m kidding. Honestly, Y/N, I am giving you full creativity. I want you to do whatever you think will look best, I trust your decisions.” He told you with a smile. 

You frowned. “Are you sure? There’s nothing in particular you want?” 

“Well… My only request is that you make it super sexy.” He told you with a wink, and you once again rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding! …Kinda.”

“You are so annoying…” You muttered, returning to your notebook to write something down. “Okay, can you lift both your arms for me?” 

He obeyed, and raised both of his arms so he was standing in a T-pose. You stretched out your measuring tape and leaned forward to wrap it around his back. As you did so, your face came dangerously close to his own, and for whatever reason, he felt his breath hitch in the back of his throat. His face began to warm as you took a step back, wrapping the measuring tape around his chest and gently brushing your fingers against his muscle. He was sure you could feel his heart slamming against his rib cage. 

Had you always been this pretty up close? Had you always looked so cute when you were focused, with your eyes squinted, and your tongue poked against the side of your cheek? Had you always smelled this good, like fresh strawberries and honey? 

Suddenly, Yeonjun was in full on panic mode. Was this why it was so important to him that you liked him? No, he was probably just upset after Ladybug had completely rejected him, and just mind was desperate to find somebody else to cling to. There was no way that he had unknowingly been harboring feelings for you all this time, right? You, Choi Beomgyu’s shy friend, who played the flute in  high school band. It was impossible. 

And yet, here he was, staring down at you with wide eyes, secretly hoping you would stay right there just a little bit longer. Here he was, eyes drifting down to your lips, and becoming well aware of the close proximity between you too. If he just bent down, just a little bit, if he just—

You must have been able to sense his sudden change in demeanor, as your eyes flickered up to meet his own. “Um, you okay?” You asked, blinking up at him. 

No, absolutely not, he thought. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” He stuttered out, giving you a forced smile. You eyed him suspiciously, but didn’t say anything, instead returning your focus to your measurement. And then you released the tape, and took a step back, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Um, is that the last one you needed?” 

“No, I need one more, why—?”

“I just remembered I have important Chat Noir duties to do! Ladybug actually asked me to do something, and I totally forgot about it! Stupid cat, right?” He laughed, stepping away from you and walking towards the window. 

“Ladybug asked you?”

“Yes, Ladybug! She’s always asking me to do stuff! Honestly, a bit of a nag if you ask me. Haha.” He slid open your sliding door and poked his head out, relieved by the feeling of the cool air against his hot face. He couldn’t stay there any longer, not in your tiny little apartment where there was nowhere to run. The longer he was in proximity with you, the more insane he was going to go, he thought. There was no way he was going to stick around, and let the subconscious need for a rebound (that was surely the cause of his sudden attraction for you) be taken out on you. 

“Wait, it’s seriously just one more, can’t you just let me do it?” He was too afraid to look back at you, but he could practically feel the confusion radiating off of you. 

“Sorry, no time! We’ll do it later!” He told you, then leapt off of your balcony. 

No, there was absolutely, positively, no way Choi Yeonjun had feelings for you. 

authors note: yeonjun chat noir wants to kiss y/n but that doesn’t mean he likes her. this is sooo silly.

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 7. wishful thinking

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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jealousy, jealousy || Seungmin x Reader

Summary: When you planned a study date with your boyfriend, you hadn't thought that he would actually want to study throughout the whole thing — or that he would unexpectedly ditch you halfway through. Fortunately for you, he has a very obliging roommate who's more than happy to give the two of you some alone time...

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: college AU, established relationship, fluffy fluff

Warnings & Tags: jealousy (duh), making out, it gets quite suggestive but no actual smut (rating M), Han makes an appearance

Other works in this jealousy series: I.N

The idea of a ‘study date’ had seemed appealing to you at first. Your boyfriend was one of the top students in pretty much all of his classes and you didn’t want to interfere with that. You also liked working at the library well enough yourself, and you could see the inherent aesthetic of being surrounded by old books, hands brushing against each other every now and again, only quiet whispers filling the silence… Yeah, you thought you could make it work.

Your friends had also hyped you up. There had been lots of grins and winks when you had announced you wouldn’t be available for the afternoon. When you’d rolled your eyes at them and told them you were going to work, thank you very much, you’d been met with a lot of ‘Yeah, sure’ and one unnecessarily detailed description of how you could fuck in the library without getting caught. You hadn’t thought for a second that was an option, but you’d still left your dorm with some butterflies in your stomach.

As it turned out, though, Seungmin’s ideas of study dates were a lot more focused on studying than on the ‘date’ part.

He had kissed you, very briefly, when the two of you had met, which hadn’t fazed you all that much since you knew he wasn’t very comfortable with being affectionate in public. He had, however, taken your hand, traced circles over your skin with his thumb as the two greeted each other, and squeezed it before letting go, which had only renewed the feeling in your stomach.

…maybe you were a little bit down bad.

Things had gone south after that, though. First, he had declined the idea of getting coffee to go, looking at you like you had grown a second head.

“You’re not allowed to have coffee in the library. You could damage the books.”

So you’d given up on that idea, and instead you had headed inside, had found a quiet, isolated place where it was just the two of you.

And so now, an hour later, you’re staring at your books, bored out of your mind, in dead silence, while Seungmin hasn’t looked up from his work once in the past half-hour.

This is on you, you tell yourself somewhat bitterly. Studying is something that he takes very seriously, and you know that. Usually you wouldn’t even mind. You’ve spent a few nights at his dorm, on his bed, reading or watching TV shows on your phone as he worked, and you’ve always found it very attractive, how focused he got in these moments. Even now, the look of absolute concentration on his face, the way his brow furrows sometimes before he flips through the pages of his book to find an explanation for something, how he pushes his glasses higher on his nose whenever they slip—

Yeah, yeah, alright, you’ll stop waxing poetics about your boyfriend now.

You stretch, trying to get your attention back to the essay you’re supposed to be writing. You’ve been trying to find an efficient outline for it, and though you’ve written a few words down and you think you’ve found some key ideas that will do just fine, there’s still a lot of preliminary work to be done. You stare at everything you’ve scribbled on the paper like you’re expecting some genius idea to jump out at you, but all it does is make the words look more jumbled and—

“What are you guys doing here?”

Thank God for Han Jisung, seriously.

“What are you doing here,” Seungmin mumbles without looking up. “It’s my spot.”

“Well it is really romantic,” Jisung says, shooting you a wink. “What are you working on?”

“Seungmin is writing on the notion of humanity in Frankenstein,” you say, “and I’m—”

“Fascinating,” Jisung interrupts you, making you snort, “and how’s it going?”

“Really well,” you reply, easily falling into the same tone as him. “Take a look at that.”

He leans over your shoulder at the empty word document on your computer and chuckles. You always find it easy to be around Jisung. You knew of him before you started dating Seungmin, had heard about him as a part of 3racha, the rap group that everyone on campus was crazy about, but you hadn’t really talked to him. Finding out that he was Seungmin’s roommate had taken you by surprise, learning that they actually got along, more so. He’d been really accommodating though, and he left the two of you alone when he could, crashing at the apartment of one of the other two members of his group.

He also usually made you laugh and, generally, was a fun person to be around.

“Wow,” he grins, “that’s super impressive. There’s already a typo in the title.”

You lean forward with a curse to remove it while he laughs at you. Across the table from you, Seungmin glances up and clicks his tongue. His jaw’s tense, a sure sign that he’s starting to get annoyed.

“You guys should leave if you’re going to be making noise.”

Jisung pouts and gives you a pleading look.

“Wanna grab coffee before you get back to that?” he offers.

“My savior,” you sigh, “I feel like my head’s going to explode. I’ll take a break,” you smile at Seungmin. “I need to get some caffeine in my system to stay functioning. I’ll be back in a few.”

The tension in your boyfriend’s jaw doesn’t go away though, and you almost lean in to peck him on the cheek, but you think that even Jisung’s presence would make him uncomfortable, so you settle for giving him a squeeze on the shoulder as you get up.

Jisung’s already halfway to the door by the time you even get up, waving at you to hurry up in fake annoyance. With a giggle, you follow.

“So, how are things going?” Jisung asks with his gossip voice while he leans against the coffee machine.

You shake your head.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re his roommate.”

“Seungmin says I ‘have no filter’ and I ‘can’t be trusted with anything’,” he shrugs matter-of-factly. The insults don’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

“Things are good,” you answer against your better judgement, maybe partially because you want to brag about your boyfriend. “Seungmin’s very thoughtful, you know? He always remembers the little things I tell him. He plans all our dates. He gets me flowers. Even if…” You frown, gesture at the building around you. “Well, it was kinda tough this week because we have all these essays to turn in, so I suggested a study date.”

“Aw,” Jisung says, “aren’t you the considerate girlfriend?” Then, after a silence: “Do you want the room for tonight?”

“You’re a godsend, I hope you know that.”

“I do.”

“If you don’t mind, I think it would be nice. Seungmin’s, uh, focused on his work and this doesn’t really feel like a date at all.” The issue’s probably that you had gotten your hopes up, and you’d still like to get some actual quality time at some point with him during the day.

“All good,” Jisung says, a little too easily, and you eye him from over your burning coffee.

“Do you know where you’re going to crash?”

His eyes widen, and suddenly he looks like some cute, small animal with big cheeks caught in headlights.

“…maybe?”

“Han Jisung,” you gasp, “is there someone you haven’t told me about?”

Of course, the two of you aren’t that close, but you’re not one to pass on an opportunity to be dramatic. His reaction — spluttering and blushing — only makes it more worth it.

“I, uh… maybe? We’re not…” He starts picking at an undone thread on his sweater, which he seems to find absolutely riveting. “We’re not quite there yet.”

“You should go get it,” you say with a decided nod. “Anyone you’re with would be lucky to have you.”

At that, Jisung glances at you briefly, eyes lighting up before they go back to his sleeve, even though he can’t quite hide the bashful smile that’s starting to form on his lips. That’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. You think you’d enjoy becoming closer friends with him, if things keep working out well between you and Seungmin.

“You really think so?” he asks quietly.

“A hundred percent,” you say, and you mean it.

You slide a chocolate bar across the table to Seungmin as you sit back down by the table, feeling somewhat refreshed — and with much better prospects than originally planned for the evening.

He glances at you, and you take the opportunity to lean over to press a brief kiss to his lips. Even though there is no one around to see it, his cheeks have turned a light red when you pull away.

“I know you won’t eat it in here,” you whisper, “but it can be a snack if you want to take a break.”

He nods, once.

“Was it nice with Jisung?”

Oh, right!

“It was fun! And guess what, he’s leaving the apartment tonight,” you grin. “It’ll just be the two of us.”

Seungmin hums in response, and though you think your announcement deserved a little more enthusiasm than that, you know how he gets when he’s focused. You now feel energized and refreshed, though, and it turns out to be much easier to get your attention back to your paper.

You wouldn’t say you considered yourself particularly academically inclined, and those things don’t come as easy to you as they do to Seungmin. You don’t feel very strongly about it. Different people, different strengths, and yours are much more geared towards human interactions. Sometimes, you do feel a bit envious of how easy Seungmin makes it look, of how brilliant he sounds when you feel like a bumbling idiot when talking about the same objects.

You don’t doubt the fact that you have other things to bring to the table, though. For one, you’re the one who instigated the relationship, and you know for a fact (Jisung told you so) that Seungmin wouldn’t have taken the first step, no matter how much he wanted to.

And yet, Seungmin had been the one to ask you to make things ‘official’. That had been… kinda new to you. Most of the guys around you — the ones you met at parties, or the ones your friends had entanglements with — considered college to be perfect for a ‘no strings attached’ situation.

But Seungmin had looked straight into your eyes as he stood in your doorway, a bouquet of roses in his hands, because you’d mentioned how much you loved them on at least three occasions in a not so subtle way for hinting that you’d like to get some for Valentine’s Day. The tip of his ears was burning red, and yet his voice hadn’t wavered when he’d asked.

You’ve managed to write a whole paragraph — 250 words, not bad —, only minimally distracted by the corny thoughts that are commonplace when you’re around Seungmin when the loud noise of a book being closed shut jerks you back to reality. It takes you a second to locate the origin, but it certainly becomes clearer when you see your boyfriend’s packing his stuff up.

“What are you doing?” you ask, a little too loud for the library environment.

“I can’t focus,” he says, not meeting your eyes, “I’m going back to my room.”

You stare for a few seconds, trying to figure out if something’s wrong, if it’s something you’ve said, something you’ve done, but nothing comes to mind.

“You can come by later,” he says, instant relief flooding your chest, “if you’re done with your assignment.”

His playful tone makes you chuckle and, as he brushes past you, you wrap your fingers in his jacket, pulling him down towards you.

“Alright, do well today.”

You’d only intended to peck his lips, but he presses his against yours more intently, one of his hands on the table, the other on the back of your chair, and it’s hard not to let your friends’ previous suggestions get the better of you in that moment. You feel flushed when he pulls away, and his shit-eating grin makes you want to throw something at him.

“Kim Seungmin,” you hiss, “what—”

But he’s already on his merry way, giggling to himself at the state he’s got you in as he escapes.

You huff, knowing it’s going to take you a hot minute to get back to the state of focus you were previously in. Your eyes scan your screen, then the books opened in front of you, but your mind goes back to the unusual tension in your boyfriend’s shoulders, to the twitching muscle in his jaw. You are amused — and quite flattered — by the idea that you were the one who made him unable to focus, but you do wonder if anything had upset him.

You make a mental note to ask him about it, right next to ‘no more library dates’ and above ‘buy Jisung flowers’. You’ll think about that more when you have the time. For now, this essay isn’t going to write itself.

It is barely 6.30 pm when you swing open the door to Seungmin’s room, and he shoots you an unamused look that you ignore completely as you put down a cup of his favorite coffee on his desk.

“I’m not done,” he says. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a shrug, pecking him on the cheek, “I’ll just need to proofread tomorrow.”

He scrunches his nose, and you don’t need him to say anything to know exactly what he thinks of your work ethic, but you don’t really care. He strives for academic perfection and he won’t rest until his essay is worthy of a Nobel prize; you aim for a passing grade and will never think about it again. You do admire him for his abilities though, just like he not-so-secretly wishes he could be even a tenth as carefree as you are. You think that might be why the two of you work so well together.

“I’ll let you work,” you hum, “and we can order something when you want to take a break.” Then, with a grin: “And if you want me to help you relax, all you have to do is say the word.”

He coughs and waves to get you away from him, which you do with a laugh. You’re more brazen when the two of you aren’t in public. Seungmin never fails to act like he hates it, but you’d bet an arm that he’d be incredibly disappointed if you ever stopped doing it.

Also, he does take you up on it about half of the time.

You let yourself fall on his bed and pull out your phone, connecting your earphones to it. You have some time to kill. On a normal day, it takes Seungmin about thirty minutes to stop working, like his brain has a hard time leaving the state of complete focus behind. Today, you suspect you’ll have to wait about an hour before you can get his attention back to you.

That’s not something you mind, not anymore anyway. If anything, you appreciate the quiet, and you like knowing that he’s in the room with you. You suspect it’s the same thing for him when he accompanies you to some of the university sport events or parties, just because you want to go. It may not be his favorite thing, but it’s worth it if the two of you get to be together.

You have to admit, though, that what you like more than anything is how focused on you he becomes afterwards. The second his brain is off his studies, it’s on you, you, and only you. His hands and tongue explore every inch of your skin, the words he whispers in your ear leave you burning, and his eyes devour you like you are the only person in the world.

But, sadly, you’ll have to wait a little bit to experience that again, and so, with a discreet sigh, you focus on your screen.

So when, after about five minutes, when the opening to your drama has just finished playing, you hear the familiar creaking of his chair as he gets up, you glance up, surprised.

“Everything okay?” you ask, pulling out one of your earphones and pressing pause on your phone. “Seungmin?”

You don’t get a reply from him. What you do get is his lips pressed against yours as he climbs into bed with you. You let out a surprised sound, immediately muffled by his mouth, and your lips part, allowing his tongue to slip in. He pushes one of his legs between yours, and you resist the urge to roll your hips against it. He’s shown before that he’s not above riling you up and then going back to study like nothing’s happened, and you’re not going to fall for this trap if that’s what’s happening here.

At least, not until at least thirty seconds have passed. You have your dignity, after all.

But Seungmin’s showing no sign of stopping so far. One of his hands grabs your shoulder and gently guides you down on the bed. His mouth is insistent, aggressive almost on yours, which you don’t mind, but it’s certainly unusual for him. His teeth graze against your bottom lip and you find yourself whimpering.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing you into the mattress, and you can’t hold yourself back from arching up into him anymore. If he is just trying to rile you up, which you doubt more and more with every second, you’ll make sure that leaving you behind will be hell for him too.

His grip tightens on your hand and you think you hear him groan. His free hand comes down to hold onto your hip, halting your movement, but not before you feel the way he jerks against you, half-hard member rubbing against your thigh as he does.

“Seungmin,” you gasp when his mouth leaves yours.

You search his eyes, but all you find in them is desire — and a bit of that tension you had noticed earlier. You don’t get much time to ponder it, though, because next thing you know one of his hand is sliding under your t-shirt, pushing it up and sending shivers through your body, and his mouth is making its way down your neck, sucking on the skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a hickey. Again, you don’t mind that, but Seungmin had always been careful to avoid leaving any in very visible places. He usually went for your thighs or your collarbones, places that could easily be hidden under your clothes.

“Oh my God,” you moan as he unbuttons your jeans and start pulling them down, “what’s gotten into you?”

You feel a mumble against your neck, but it’s nothing you can decipher. Your fingers thread through his hair, and he pushes himself back up to kiss you. It’s slower, more tender this time, like an interlude before what is to come.

You think you’re the one who’s the most surprised when you hear yourself asking “Don’t you have an essay to finish?”

Seungmin frowns at the question, but you’re probably the most horrified out of the two of you.

“Kim Seungmin,” you say threateningly, “what have you done to me?”

It makes him smile that wide smile of his that you love so much, and a wave of tenderness washes over in your heart.

You love him so much.

“I can get it done later,” he replies, and you stare at him.

“Did you hit your head?” you ask, finally, when you’re not able to figure anything different about him — like maybe a suspicious mole that would indicate that he’s Seungmin’s secret twin brother or something.

Seungmin sighs, looking more sullen now.

“Do you really think I can’t be fun?”

You’re feeling more and more confused.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to change things about yourself to be with me,” you say slowly. “I mean, if you want to hook up instead of finishing that, I’m happy to, trust me, but— Is something wrong?”

There it is again, the twitching in his jaw.

“You’re not bored with me?”

“What? No! I— Okay, we were both very busy today, but we can make it up later, I don’t— I don’t need to be constantly doing things, is that— Is that the issue?”

He looks unsure, appears to hesitate some more.

“Isn’t Jisung more fun?”

You blink at him.

“Your roommate, who I asked if he could spend the night elsewhere so I could have sex with you?”

Seungmin clears his throat, glances away from you. The tip of his ears are turning red.

“I’m not saying— Isn’t he more— more your type?”

You reach up, fingertips gentle against him as you tilt his head back towards you so you can look into his eyes. You’re not sure what brought this up — you’re certainly convinced you’ve never shown any form of romantic interest towards Jisung, bless his heart — but you’re also aware of the fact that you’re Seungmin’s first relationship. Sometimes, insecurities hit where you least expect them to.

You’re not one to believe in perfection, all too aware of how messy relationships can get among the best of people, but so far, Seungmin’s been pretty close. It breaks your heart that he can’t see that.

“There is no one I would rather be with than you,” you say, and you mean every word of that. “There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, even if you were still working on that essay.” You see him swallow. “And there is no one who means more to me than you do.” In the silence that follows, he averts his eyes again, though this time you think it’s to recompose himself.

Once he’s done, he gives you a small nod, kissing you tenderly once more.

“For the record,” he whispers against your lips, “there’s no one else I would rather be with either.”

“You better,” you giggle against his lips, and he grins.

“Right, well, in that case, I’m gonna get back to that essay—”

“Don’t you dare.”

i hope this was as much fun to read as it was to write, this isn't a type of character i write all that often but it was nice to switch it up a little bit. first time writing Seungmin too, so i hope that worked out but i had fun! if you enjoyed it, it would mean a ton if you could comment, send an ask, or reblog (with or without tags/comments, whatever you're comfortable with), it's really such an important for an author. and thank you for reading!

04. YOU'RE DELUSIONAL

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

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˗ˏˋ pairing: lee know x gn!reader

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˗ˏˋ tags: there's non-kinky piss talk, i don't know why, don't ask me, but it's funny (i hope), e2l, angst, fluff, best friend!jisung, swearing

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road trip (lee know)

After years of being friends with Jisung, you thought that you were able to handle it, handle him. It was no secret that Jisung was not only close friends with you, but with his coworker Minho as well. The both of them were glued together by the hips, and when the time came and Jisung moved away from home to go to university, Minho followed and they both moved in together. 

At first, it was okay. You felt indifferent about Minho. He was kind to Jisung and that was all that mattered to you. He was also insanely gorgeous, so you felt shy to talk to him, anyway. He was friendly to you and you were nice to him, even developed something of a crush on him not long after. It was not until the both of them moved in together that Minho’s behaviour towards you started to change. 

Whenever you came over, he would just stare at you until you went into Jisung’s room. It was almost scary how his eyes would just follow you around whenever you went, without him saying a single word. His comments turned more snarky, and soon enough, you actually dreaded being around him.

Jisung, however, was none the wiser. He absolutely loved having both of his best friends around at any given time, especially because he thought that the both of you were getting along well, too.

“Minho just likes to tease,” Jisung had said one day after you complained about Minho’s attitude towards you, “this is how he shows his affection.”

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The semester break came soon enough after and Jisung invited you and Minho on a road trip.

“It will be so much fun!” he promised and you sighed to yourself, “Minho is already planning our route. All you need to do is sit in the car and be pretty.”

“That’s gonna be something,” Minho commented. You looked over at him. He was sitting on his laptop in the kitchen, while you and Jisung were sitting on the couch in the living room. 

You rolled your eyes, “I’m already dreading being stuck in a car with you.”

Minho smirked, “I think we should worry about your cooking skills. Jisung mentioned that you wanted to bring something along?”

“I didn’t,” you huffed and hit Jisung on his arm. Your best friend glared at you.

“You did. You said you would bring snacks.”

“I won’t make them. I’m gonna buy them.”

Minho chuckled, “That sounds like a good idea.”

You sighed and put your head on Jisung’s shoulder.

“Does he have to come?” you whispered and Jisung snorted, “I’m shit at driving. He kinda has to.”

“I heard that,” Minho yelled and closed his laptop, “And you asked me first. I need a break, please don’t do this to me now.”

Jisung laughed, “You’ll both go. It’ll be fun, don’t be so cranky.”

And cranky you were.

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The first hour of the road trip went well. Jisung and Minho did most of the talking and you were sitting in the back of the car, just silently looking out of the window. At your first stop, Jisung left the car first to run to the bathroom. Minho looked after him, before he turned around to look at you.

“What’s up with you today? You usually never stop talking.”

You rolled your eyes, “There’s nothing to talk about with you.”

“Whatever you say. You could’ve just stayed at home if you won’t even pretend to enjoy being here,” Minho answered and you huffed.

“I would enjoy it more if you weren’t here. You’re a shit driver, by the way.”

Minho chuckled, “I’m sure that’s why Jisung didn’t ask you to drive us.”

“You’re annoying,” you answered childishly and crossed your arms over your chest. Minho smirked, “Oh yeah?”

Before the squirrel continued, Jisung opened the passenger door again.

“Guys, can one of you go with me? It looks so sketchy, I don’t think that I can piss here.”

“Gross,” you said, “I’ll go with you.”

“I’ll fill up,” Minho added and looked at you through the mirror in front of him, “Just be quick.”

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“He hates me,” you said when the car was out of sight, “He doesn’t even want me here and it’s only been an hour. An hour. Why didn’t I stay at home?”

“Because you love me,” Jisung answered, “And because I need someone to protect me from piss-killers.”

“Piss-Killers?”

“People who kill you when you take a piss,” he said as a matter of factly, “Especially when it’s a gas station in the middle of nowhere.”

“Alright,” you said and just stared at him in confusion, “Can you go in alone or do you want me to join you?”

“I’m an adult. I can do this,” Jisung answered, but didn’t move forward to go to the bathroom, “Actually, if you want to stand in front of the door, that would be great.”

You snorted and did as he asked. You quickly used the bathroom yourself after Jisung was finished, and he waited for you outside of the door, “just in case.”

When the both of you walked back to the car, Minho was already waiting for you. He was leaning against the driver’s door with his lips pressed together.

“What took you so long?” Minho joked and you looked at Jisung. 

“Nothing,” your best friend blushed, “We’re completely fine.”

You grinned, “Sure we are.”

Minho looked at you and his frown darkened. 

“Alright then,” he said quietly and opened the car door, “Let’s get going, shall we?”

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It was silent. Jisung had tried to get the conversations back going when Minho started the car, but neither him nor you actually answered Jisung and he soon stopped talking. All that could be heard was the music playing. It was from Jisung’s playlist that he made specifically for your trip. Now, instead of screaming the lyrics to Taylor Swift songs, you just looked out of the window, wondering why you agreed to this awkward trip in the first place.

Eventually, Jisung fell asleep. It would still take you about an hour until you reached your hotel for the night, so Minho kept driving. He looked at you from time to time through the mirror above the steering wheel, but you proceeded to ignore him.

Finally, Minho spoke up.

“You’re weird,” he said quietly and you sighed.

“Not now, please.” 

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, “What’s up?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because Jisung does,” he said. Minho started to drive a little bit slower and added, “Are you still upset because I’m here? Is that it?”

You locked eyes with him in the mirror, “And what if I am? You can’t stand me, anyway.”

Minho pressed his lips together. His hold on the steering wheel tightened, “Why do you always say that?”

“Because it’s true,” you said a bit louder this time. Jisung stirred in the passenger seat, but Minho paid him no mind.

“It is not.”

You sighed, “Minho, I’m just here because-”

“Because you and Jisung have this thing going on, I get it.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you jealous because we’re close?”

“I’m jealous because you like him and not me.”

Your heart stopped. You tried to find Minho’s eyes again, but he avoided you. His knuckles turned whiter and his ears were blushing faintly.

“I keep teasing you. I do it again and again in hopes that you know that I just want to… That I just want to see you smile. I just want to make you laugh, and all you do is go back to Jisung. All you do is smile at him and you don’t even think about me. I know that it’s selfish of me to be jealous, but god,” Minho exhaled and rubbed his eyes with a sigh before staring back at the road in front of him, “I just wish you would look at me the way you look at him.”

You did not say anything. You just looked outside the window to gather your thoughts for a brief second.

“Minho,” you started, but he shook his head.

“It’s whatever, okay? Just pretend I never said that.”

“Are you guys okay?” Jisung asked sleepily from beside Minho. You shut your mouth and Minho just nodded.

“Everything’s fine. We’re almost there.”

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Fortunately, the hotel Minho chose was, despite being cheap, clean. The receptionist was nice and helped you get to your room quickly. Unfortunately, Minho had rented a room for the three of you together to save money. 

The room itself was simple. There was one king size bed and a couch, and it all looked very comfortable and perfect for one night. Jisung made his way inside first and put all of your belongings on the small table in front of the sofa.

“So, who’s sleeping where?” He asked and Minho answered immediately.

“I’ll take the couch,” he said and threw his bag on top of it, “You guys can sleep in the bed together.”

Jisung stared at him, “Are you sure?”

Minho nodded shortly. Jisung looked at him for another moment, before he turned to you.

“I’ll only sleep in bed with you if you keep your cold feet to yourself this time.”

You huffed, “They wouldn’t be so cold if you wouldn’t hog the fucking bedsheets all the time.”

Minho behind you sighed quietly and walked past you out of the room. Jisung looked after him and then at you.

“Did you guys fight while I was asleep? He’s kinda odd today.”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure. We had a conversation about his feelings, I guess.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up at what you said, “His feelings? Did he confess?”

You stared at him with wide eyes, “Did he what?”

“Oh, you know,” Jisung answered nervously and took a step back, “That he definitely does not have a crush on someone in this room? Because that would be so silly?”

You glared at your best friend.

“You’re telling me that you knew?” You pressed your finger into his chest threateningly, “You knew the entire time and just let me believe that this man hates me?”

Jisung took a step back and stumbled slightly. He fell onto the couch and stared up at your glaring form.

“To be fair, it was a secret.”

“A secret!” You exclaimed and threw your arms up, “A secret. You dumbass.”

You took another step towards Jisung to threaten him a little bit more, before turning around to follow Minho.

“Good luck,” Jisung exclaimed and you huffed, “Idiot.”

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Minho was standing beside the car when you found him. He still got some more stuff out of the trunk and barely even looked up when you approached him.

“Aren’t you guys busy? I wanted to give you some time alone,” Minho said nonchalantly. You sighed.

“I don’t hate you,” you said. Minho stopped what he was doing and looked up at you.

“Just forget about what I said.”

“I don’t want to.”

The both of you stared at each other.

“I don’t want to forget about what you said. It’s true that I’m close with Jisung, but that’s because he’s my best friend. I’ve known him forever, and you… I don’t like looking at you because you make me nervous.”

Minho frowned, “Why do I make you nervous?”

“Because you’re you,” you confessed and broke the eye contact you had, “You’re just so gorgeous and I genuinely thought that you hated me for the longest time. I never wanted to speak to you because you are… you. I even had the biggest crush on you when you were still working with Jisung. You were so funny and so charming, I just don’t know what I did for you to start being mean to me.”

“Mean to you?” Minho took a step closer to you. He was now standing right in front of you, his chest barely grazing yours, “I’m obsessed with you.”

You looked up at him, his eyes softening.

“I absolutely adore you, and I…” Minho took a deep breath. Gently, he lifted his hands closer to your face. Before he touched you, he looked into your eyes for confirmation. When you nodded slightly, he exhaled and cupped your face into his hands.

“I’m genuinely and truly so into you. I’m so sorry if my teasing came across as me hating you. I don’t, I truly do not hate you in any way. I was hoping that it would make you smile, I know that Jisung thinks it’s funny.”

You snorted and leaned closer into Minho’s hands, “Jisung thinks that he’s gonna get murdered when he’s on the toilet. I don’t think that you should trust him with this.”

Minho chuckled and pulled you closer to him. Your chests were touching now and it sent a warm feeling through your entire body. 

“I’m sorry if I was rude to you back,” you said and Minho shook his head.

“Don’t. I really thought you were flirting with me.  I was hoping that you were, but then you left with Jisung today and I just… I sound so pathetic, but I really thought you guys were making out.”

Minho blushed when you laughed, “Making out? I mean it, he really thought someone would murder him mid-piss.”

You leaned closer to Minho, his forehead now touching yours.

“If there’s someone I’d make out with in a sketchy gas station bathroom, it would be you.”

Grinning, Minho pulled your face even closer to his. Your lips were barely grazing each other now and you both smiled.

“I’ll take your word for it on the way back home.”

And then, he kissed you.

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