ALIBI

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ ALIBI 🌀

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ pairing — idol!soobin x fem!reader

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ genre — smau, idol au, fluff, prob crack, angst if you squint, comedy (dying as i am writing)

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ featuring — rest of txt, billlie’s tsuki and svt’s hoshi as y/n bestie, enhypen’s park sunghoon as a cameo and more!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ warning — may contain anime spoilers, swearing/cursing, y/n is a simp for animated men, please ignore time stamps!!!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ status — ongoing!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ tag list — please comment to be added to the tag list!

the storyline

o. y/n’s circle — soobin’s circle

i. fan boy mentality

ii. 2024 bingo card

iii. enhypen 1 soobin 0

iv. a tall woman with a fat ass

v. pookie bear

vi. “infatuation”

vii. close the gym

viii. men with dark hair

ix. karma

x. delete his twitter

xi. siri play down bad

xii. tiramisu cake

xiii. bsf approved

xiv. sugar daddy

xv. war is over

xvi. prettiest girl

xvii. friendzoned

xviii. weeb senses were tingling

more to come…

"I like you."

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ ALIBI 🌀

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ pairing — idol!soobin x fem!reader

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ genre — smau, idol au, fluff, prob crack, angst if you squint, comedy (dying as i am writing)

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ featuring — rest of txt, billlie’s tsuki and svt’s hoshi as y/n bestie, enhypen’s park sunghoon as a cameo and more!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ warning — may contain anime spoilers, swearing/cursing, y/n is a simp for animated men

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ status — coming soon

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ tag list — please comment to be added to the tag list!

the storyline

o. y/n’s circle — soobin’s circle

more to come…

handsome eyebrow man

when nobody's watching

summary. after wrapping up late into the night, sunghoon's fairly certain he turned his stream off.

pairing. streamer!sunghoon x y/n ft twitch chat

genre. fluff, twitch streamer au

word count. 1.4k

released. 07.08.2024

author’s note. feedback is appreciated! this is me trying to figure out how to write again because holy shit i've forgotten how to 💔💔 also in case anyone doesn't know: LSF is the r/LivestreamFail subreddit!

masterlist

For the first time in nearly four hours, Sunghoon stands up from the floor. His muscles are tight and sore after sitting on hardwood for so long, causing him to let out a series of quiet grunts as he tries to push himself up. When he’s finally standing again, he dusts his clothes off before his hands find purchase on his hips.

He looks down at his creation. A satisfied sigh leaves his lips.

“Look at that, chat. Isn’t it beautiful?”

pshxo: this guy builds one ikea dresser and thinks he’s The Shit

sunghoonest: bob the builder lookin ass

user190: open ur PO box again king i’m tryna send u djungelskog

Sunghoon watches the racing chat, eyes narrowing. “This guy builds one IKEA dresser and thinks he’s the sh-” he cuts himself off with a scoff, leaning his arm on top of his newly-assembled dresser. “Shut the hell up, it’s not as easy as it looks. Now everyone in chat has to tweet me a video of you building something so I can publicly shame all of you when your backs break.”

f4iry: so violent 💔 i’m snitching on you to ur gf

“Jokes on you, she’s asleep,” Sunghoon retorts. “Besides, she wouldn’t side with any of you, anyway.” 

He looks over the space he’s been working in. The typically clean, polished floor of his living room is cluttered with leftover wooden planks and screws of all sizes, along with a jumbled assortment of other things—his film camera, the case where he displays his glasses, old photos from past skating competitions—that’d been brought out when conversation strayed. The thought of having to clean up everything makes him grimace.

With a quick glance at the time, Sunghoon sighs heavily. “Okay, I’m gonna end stream now. I still need to clean all of this up and I can practically feel myself getting arthritis.”

His eyes crinkle into a small smile as the onslaught of objection that comes through the chat, whining, telling him not to leave. “Relax, chat. I’ll still be streaming tomorrow. We’re playing  horror games with Heeseung and Jake at four, remember?”

bananaphone: ah yes. thank you for the reminder that tomorrow all the hairs on my head will turn grey

hoonbot: YOU CAN’T LEAVE WHAT IF WE ALL DIE BEFORE FOUR

“You can’t leave, what if we all die before four,” Sunghoon reads out, before walking over to his monitor, snickering. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m sure you will.”

Clicking around his stream window a few times, he gives the camera a wave. “I’m leaving now, okay? Night, chat.” With that, he clicks one last time, exhaling loudly.

The room feels a lot quieter now, despite the fact that he was the only one who was ever actually in it. Cracking his knuckles, Sunghoon slowly settles back onto the floor, starting to organize the screws by type so that he could put them back into the plastic bags later.

Only a few minutes have passed when he hears faint footsteps padding down the hall. The sound makes him look up, gaze flickering to the doorway of the living room just in time for you to appear.

Sunghoon’s eyes instantly soften. You’re rubbing at your eye with the pads of your fingers, cheeks flushed with sleep. The graphic t-shirt and sweatpants that cling to your frame are your own that you leave at his place for convenience, but the black slippers on your feet that are a bit too large for you are evidently his.

“You’re still streaming?” you mumble.

“No, I just ended. What are you doing awake?”

A small, dry laugh. “Couldn’t fall back asleep.”

You plop yourself down onto the couch, taking a throw pillow into your lap. Tracing the ridges of the embroidery while you watch him pile wooden planks into a neat stack. “I was watching your stream originally, you know. I can’t remember when I fell asleep,” you say quietly.

Sunghoon cocks an eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that I’m so boring I made you fall asleep?”

A scoff immediately leaves you. “I didn’t even say anything remotely close to that.”

“You insinuated it.”

“No, it was probably because it took you like, an hour to realize you had the wrong screwdriver, fucking idiot.”

“That—” Sunghoon begins with a click of his tongue, “was not a me problem. Why are there different kinds of screws if they all do the same thing?” 

You blow a raspberry at him, before resting your chin on top of the pillow and letting your eyes fall shut.

If you’d kept them open for even a second longer, you’d see the sickeningly fond look on Sunghoon’s face. His movements have slowed down to just short of a halt, all because the only thing he can focus on is the way your head lolls against the pillow and how your eyelashes rest on your cheeks.

As much as Sunghoon enjoys pushing your buttons, he might enjoy just existing with you more—seeing you so serene in his space makes him feel like he's doing something right. Like every decision that's ever weighed heavy on his heart has held some degree of virtue and service because in the end, it led him here.

Comfortable silence falls over the two of you. Sunghoon takes note of the way your breathing grows heavier and slower. He takes care to make as little noise as possible while storing everything away. When the last of his things are put away into a cabinet, he pads over to you.

“Hey, you,” he whispers. Nimble fingers gently card through your hair, lightly scratching at the base of your head. “I’m done. Let’s go to bed.”

Feeling his hand in your hair, your eyes flutter open. You blink a few times before looking straight up into his piercing yet tender gaze. 

Sunghoon purses his lips in an attempt to push down a smile. “Come on. I’m not staying here and sleeping with you on the couch. My back already hurts enough.”

A weak grunt of protest slips past your lips, eyes shutting again as you lean your forehead against his abdomen. Sunghoon tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can’t have my princess losing her beauty sleep, can I?” he coaxes softly.

Rolling your eyes, you punch him in the side, eliciting a small laugh from him. You hold onto his shoulders to push yourself up, knees knocking against his. You’re about to start making your way out of the living room when suddenly, in the corner of your eye, something catches your attention.

A flickering red light, coming from Sunghoon’s monitor. Your eyes narrow at it. “Hoon?”

“Hm?”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That.”

Sunghoon’s eyes follow where your finger is pointing, until they land on the red light. At first, he furrows his brows in confusion, unsure of what it is—before it hits him. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. Peeling away from you, he rushes to his desk, immediately opening up his Twitch account before letting out a loud, despaired groan. “Oh, fucking hell.”

mroooaaaww: breaking news: local cat drags in literal BOZO

vixpsh: LSF DEBUT LET’S GO 🦅🦅🦅

bulbxsxur: U GUYS HAVEN’T KISSED YET turn back around PRETNED WE AREN’T HERE

“If I see any of you little shits—” Sunghoon points a threatening finger to his webcam. “post any clips on Twitter or Reddit, I will ban you.”

Walking up to him from behind, you turn your phone screen towards him. “Too late,” you drawl. You can’t help the grin that spreads on your lips at the sheer grief on his face while scrolling through your Twitter timeline.

“Hi, chat,” you greet casually, waving at the webcam. “Hope you guys know he’s worse when he’s drunk.”

user000: HI QUEEN

cherryseung: hate happy couples hope twitch bans ur ass 👎

jjongsaeng: y/n pls stream we will all leave sunghoon for you

When you feel Sunghoon bury his face into your shoulder, your body shakes with laughter. “You’re being a little baby,” you tease. “Think about it—would you rather be Heeseung and make it to LSF because you lost your niece at the amusement park?"

He doesn’t respond, but you can feel the barely-there squeeze of your side.