11. JUST A FRIEND

11. JUST A FRIEND

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.

note: yeonjun's pov so get ready for some angst 🥲

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"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Yeonjun's lips curl into a grin, extending his index finger to poke your cheek.

You blink once, twice and turn to glance at him, he was leaning against your kitchen counter and had his arms crossed over his chest. You mirror his grin, almost forgetting how contagious his smiles tend to be.

"A lot," you pour the seasoning packet one by one, then stirring the water that was almost at a boiling point. "It's been a rough week for me. But to be frank, this has been the roughest week I've gone through."

Yeonjun tilts his head, his once beaming expression shifts into a deep frown. His thick brows curved and it almost made you laugh at how expressive they can be.

"There's just so much going on lately. I didn't expect it to turn out that way, I guess the universe is playing games with me." You watch Yeonjun pour the dried seasoning onto the pot, moving slightly to give him some space to reach the stove. "You don't mind if I talk about it?"

He shakes his head, "I don't mind at all."

You nod and carefully put the noodles in the pot and Yeonjun follows suit, helping you with the remaining. "It's about Taehyun. He's been acting strange and recently I saw him with his ex," you pause to take a look at him, "I don't know but I felt a painful ache in my chest that time."

Yeonjun scoffs, "Typically the people who stayed friends with their exes still have lingering feelings."

"You're not making this any better, jjunie."

His already pouty lips form into a pout, his gaze avoiding yours at any given time. He looks like a puppy and your frown has turned into a small smile. You couldn't stay mad at him, he's too adorable for his own good.

"You should ask him. It might possibly be a misunderstanding." Yeonjun adds, his gaze trails down to the pot of ramen. He reaches for the chopsticks near you to stir the cooking noodles. "It's better than second guessing everything he does."

"I guess you're right." You turned off the stove and grabbed the pot holders. "Can you arrange the bowls and utensils for me? I'll come back quickly and help you once I put this on the table."

Yeonjun gave you a nod as you walked out of the kitchen, and once you were nowhere to be seen he began to search for the bowls.

The chances are low and it hasn't changed since then. He knew that he didn't have any chance, yet a part of him hoped that perhaps even an ounce of you liked him. It was difficult to try and get your attention when you only had eyes for him. It was laughable— his actions, now that he looks back at them, was truly ridiculous.

He knew. Oh, but he knew, it's wiser to let you go, even if it means pain. But why does he want to be called yours even just for a minute? He wants to know what it feels like to be the man you love. It wasn't wrong to long for someone— and maybe, just maybe, he'd get to hold your hand in another universe.

"Yeonjun? Did you find them?" You quietly walk into the kitchen, although your effort was in vain as he was still startled by your voice.

"Uh, yeah, I got them here. I'll fetch the utensils." He shouldn't have turned because the moment his gaze landed on you, he was back to square one.

You quickly went over the kitchen counters and carefully picked up the small bowls. You crane your neck to look at him, "hurry before they hog all the ramen!"

"But if ever I'll save some for you."

He lowered his gaze, looking at the metal chopsticks and spoons he has on both of his hands. How can he not love you when you're like that?

While you're the love of his life, he will always be just a friend to you.

"I'm right behind you, don't worry." He turns to face you, smiling softly as he follows. He hopes that you won't notice the difference.

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09. START A NEW LIFE

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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note: next next chapter is written so stay tuned!

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13. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 1.1k words

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.

warning: one suggestive joke

note: I uhhh hope you enjoy this chapter 🫶🏻

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Slowly, you step out of your room, finding the man you've been dreading to see sitting on your couch. The cap he was wearing was now long discarded, his silver strands of hair sticking up in every direction— he looks oddly adorable, and comforting too.

You take a step forward, the wooden floorboards creak underneath your feet. You have your gaze on your feet but as you lift your head, you notice that he was already looking at you. Something in your chest leaped.

"Taehyun," you mutter as you stand still, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

He went to stand up and walk over to you, leaving a small space between you. The urge to wrap his arms around you is strong— to embrace you, and tell you words that he's been wanting to say. The words that were left unspoken throughout the years of your friendship. It hasn't been that long, yet he missed you.

"You can speak now, you know," you glance up at him, smiling softly to ease the tension that was slowly rising. You felt the need to reassure him that it's okay and that you'll listen, but those words were the ones that left you.

He couldn't get himself to look at you. He wasn't sure why he couldn't look you in your eyes— it's ridiculous because you've always been the one to shy away from him, afraid that you'll get caught by his gaze. And yet, it's him that's avoiding creating any sort of eye contact with you now.

Taehyun clears his throat. His hand travels down to the fabric of his pants, nervously bunching them up in his fist. His heart feels like it could burst through his chest at any moment. "Am I too late to say that I like you?"

For a moment, there was silence. But you quickly answer him. "Almost. But you managed to catch up before the deadline."

His lips form into a small smile. Your lighthearted words lessened the violent thumping of his heart, his shoulders relaxing not realizing how tense he was.

"When did you start liking me?" You want to continue asking him and flood him with more questions, but you hold yourself back.

"Remember when I asked you if I could borrow your colored pencils? I only borrowed it to keep it to myself for a while." Taehyun replies; his voice is suddenly quiet, soft, and it threw you off a bit. "I didn't return it for half a year because I thought it would make you remember me. I thought that maybe you'll associate the colored pencils with me every time you think about it. I started liking you even before that, but that was my only way of turning your attention towards me."

"...and it worked." your reply came with a light laugh, your gaze not leaving his face. His reddening cheeks began to bloom, the sort of red that brings champagne roses to the imagination.

Taehyun had to pause. His eyes wide from your words, he couldn't believe what he just heard. The plan he put together as a thirteen year old worked? That's not what he was expecting. His lips curl into a much wider smile. And oh, his smile is one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him.

"Personally hearing it from you hits way more different than seeing the signs. I refused to believe that you like me like that, I kept thinking to myself that it's platonic."

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. "But what I'm confused about is your past relationships. If you liked me for that long then what about them?"

"I didn't date them. Who told you that I did?"

You look at him with your lips slightly ajar, as if he just said something so unbelievable. "Huh? But Beomgyu told me that you had several exes. Who's Sooyoung then?"

Taehyun had to stifle a laugh. "She's my cousin. During the graduation ball she pulled me away from you guys, right? Her friend was too shy to ask me to dance and I had to dance with her friend or else I wouldn't be here right now." He leans his shoulder against the nearest wall, now watching your face contort from different kinds of emotions. It felt like he was watching a movie from your face alone.

"Really? But I didn't really see that much because the lights were too dim."

Taehyun hums, "are you jealous?"

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Of course I am. What person would want to see their crush with someone else. The karaoke one you posted? I'll be honest I almost cried when I saw that."

"Well, to explain that she asked me to celebrate with her because her boyfriend proposed to her. I didn't get to inform you about it and our karaoke Sunday was canceled because of it, which I deeply apologize for not letting you know."

You let his words sink in silence, lowering your gaze from his face to stare at the floor. Some of the things were unclear to you and others you assumed, filling in the blank space to create a possible scenario— which only hurt yourself in the process. The misunderstandings mostly came from you and Beomgyu now that you have thought about it.

You open your arms wide enough to envelope him with your warmth and in a heartbeat, his arms carefully wrapping around you. He was afraid that he'd squeeze you, leave you breathless from how tight his arms are around you. But you beg to differ. There is the embrace of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there is the hug of strong arms that tells everything that you are— body, brain, and soul— that they are with you. And he happens to be both.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, catching a whiff of the gentle scent of vanilla from your shampoo. It was oddly comforting.

"I'll court you. I want to make it up to you and shower you with the love you deserve." His voice was below a whisper, however from how close you were it was clear enough for you to hear. "All the wasted days, months, even years. I regret not telling you the truth years ago. But now I'm not letting you go, I refuse to let anyone steal you away from me."

"You better. I won't just let you in that easily," you pout. "I can still wait."

Taehyun smiles, you could feel his lips curl against your skin. "Wait until I'll put a ring on your finger, future Mrs. Kang."

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𝐂 𝐑 𝐔 𝐄 𝐋 𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 - the devil made me do it

throughout the school year, y/n l/n has been infatuated with the guy everyone wants, star setter of their high school's volleyball team nishimura riki. it started off as just thinking he was cute and trying to ignore it, after all, everyone did, right? she had never spoken with him how could it be a crush? even if it was, she couldn’t have him, they were in two different social groups and his standards would probably be way above y/n or so they thought. but what happens when they have summer jobs at their schools summer camp program and they’re assigned as Counselors in Training to the same class, and the guy y/n thought would never even peak at them has found himself infatuated as well.

warnings: mentions of killing, kys jokes

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𝐂 𝐑 𝐔 𝐄 𝐋 𝐒 𝐔 𝐌 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 a riki smau.

rating: 14+

genre: smau, fluff, angst, teen

pairing: non idol! riki and non idol! fem reader

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FIRST FOR EVERYTHING . YEONJUN

tw/cw ༝ 0.6k wc, some profanity, new established relationship, lowkey fboy yeonjun, implies spending the night together, a little suggestive but not rlly, fluff!!, lots of teasing from yeonjun, he’s very much in love and clingy.

“ow,” yeonjun attempted to turn in his sleep, stricken awake by the pain in his arm that made it difficult to move in the first place. his eyebrows furrowed upon the sting running up his arm. through each passing second he seemed to have lost the feeling in his limb and hastily opened his eyes in concern only to find the head of a stranger resting idly.

“the fuck?” he pulled his arm from under your head, showing no sympathy for the fact you were using his arm as a pillow. it was as you muttered harsh curse words under your breath that yeonjun began to realize that you were no ordinary stranger.

“what the fuck, yeonjun?” you groan, rubbing your face from the slight pain of it suddenly hitting the surface of his mattress.

the lips of the black haired male stretched into a smile, the sight of you in his bed, naked but covered elegantly by his sheets jogging his memory of last night's event that led to this fine morning.

you were his first.

the first to which he found himself telling everything about. the first to slowly lean him into commitment. the first to spend the night together and not just be a one night stand.

“so you stayed the night, hm?” he grins, throwing himself on top of you much to your dismay.

he nuzzles his face in your neck despite your groaning and complaints of your face still hurting.

“yeah, because you begged me to, asshole,” huffing, you push him away from you and face the opposite side.

“my bad,” yeonjun’s voice implying his apology held no ounce of genuinity. it was clear what he did meant nothing to him as he moves himself behind you and slides an arm across your waist, “was i in your dreams?”

you scoff, “no.”

“i bet i was, don’t lie,” he teases, squeezing the skin of your stomach. in all honesty, having you in his room was a dream in itself.

you reward him with no response, closing your eyes shut in hopes of regaining the sleep you lost speaking to him. yeonjun could only frown, his body subconsciously invading your personal space, “did i look pretty at least?”

you tuck your face into your pillow, aiming to hide the small smile dressing your features. of course, yeonjun had known you all to well by now to know you’re hiding from him. your black haired boyfriend grins, poking at your sides, “i did, didn’t i?!”

“stop,” you laugh, hands tickling at your sides.

yeonjun hums, abiding to your request, his body planted on top of yours. his eyes seemed heterochromic, the sunlight affecting the color in which you saw them. your hands comb through his near shoulder length hair with a sigh, “your hair’s getting long, junnie. you’re starting to look prettier than me.”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes, “we both know that’s not true.”

you frown, carefully reaching a hand up, your fingers tracing the outline of his lips.

yeonjun couldn’t believe the feeling bubbling in his stomach. he wondered where your mind roamed as your fingers delicately tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, “you’re so pretty, yeonjun… so pretty,” you mumbled, the thoughts in your head spoken aloud. mainly to not blow up his ego more than it already has.

yeonjun smiles, not sure if you were aware of your habit.

“don’t do that,” he changes the subject, staring down at you, “call me junnie.”

you hummed as a source of apology, pressing a kiss to each side of his mouth, “sorry, junnie.”

“better,” he cuddles himself into your chest, “you still love me?”

you roll your eyes at his stupid question.

“more than you know…”

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