A Taste Of Something New Soobin X F!reader

a taste of something new — soobin x f!reader

38. nightmares — WC: 3k

A/N: is this something anyone wanted? no. will this add anything to the story? no. should i be posting a better chapter that would give us some progress? absolutely! but my brain hyperfixated on this dumb idea and i couldn't get anything done if i didn't finish this so here you go. a filler. please don't kill me. enjoy ❤ (also i updated the playlist again)

p.s.: i've removed blogs without icons/titles (you can read about that here) + blogs that don't exist from the taglist! if i accidentally removed anyone that doesn't apply to these cases, please let me know

WARNINGS: some slight angst if you squint, but tbh this is pure fluff so i guess that should be a warning. same old swearing here and there. vague mentions of a nightmare. poorly proofread, so let me know if you find any mistakes!

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Your body jolts awake with the feeling of an impact that never happened, your chest heaving as your heart beats rapidly and your lungs breathe erratically. You turn around in a panic, moving your arm in search of a body that's just not there. 

Of course it's not there. Why would he be there?

You sigh, tapping a finger anxiously on the empty space as your brain still processes the images it created just a moment ago.

It wasn't anything graphic, but that doesn't mean it was any less terrifying. The feeling of being chased by someone who wants to harm you, hiding in dark spaces as you hear them move around and search for you, all of that while you were trying not to cry loudly after finding out the people you love had already been taken down… Yeah, it's not pleasant.

You shove your hand under your pillow to grab your phone, and as soon as you turn on the flashlight, you illuminate the room around you, as if to make sure you're alone, although the sudden light makes your sleepy eyes squint.

Still panting, you get up and make your way out of your bedroom. Your feet walk slowly and silently to Sunoo's door, and you knock softly before opening it just a crack. A quick peek is enough to see your friend sleeping peacefully, which is a relief. 

It's okay. It was just a dream.

You close the door carefully and go back to your bedroom, but that scary feeling is still tugging at your chest. You turn on your bedside lamp, count to ten, check if the window is actually locked, and lock your bedroom door as well. 

It's fine, you're safe.

So you sit on your bed, your eyes finally adjusting to the light. You're not breathing as harshly anymore, but your heart still feels like a motor working at its full capacity. And your brain, well, it refuses to calm down without the reassurance that that person who is not on your bed is fine.

And you know you shouldn't call at nearly four in the morning, but he's gonna have to understand the urgency of this situation, right? 

You still stall for a few minutes before making the decision to actually call his number, because you're sure he's not gonna be happy about it, but in the end your fingers tap on the screen and pull up his contact.

The constant buzzing under Soobin's pillow pulls him out of a dream he immediately forgets about as soon as his brain gains enough consciousness. His eyes don't open, though, so he just blindly fumbles around in search of his phone to turn it off. His mind might be foggy and barely awake, but if there's one conscious thought in his mind it's that today is his day off — which means no college and no work —, so for fuck's sake, who in hell would be waking him up when it's still dark outside? 

Two seconds after declining the call, the goddamn thing starts buzzing again, making him groan in annoyance. He ignores it for a moment, considering the possibility of simply not picking it up, but he figures it might be an emergency. In the end, he answers it and brings the phone up to his ear without even checking the screen first.

"What do you want?" His voice sounds muffled and exasperated, and all he gets in response is total silence, so he groans again. "Ugh, who is this?"

"It's me," he hears your meek voice on the other end. "Are you okay?"

"I was sleeping."

"I– I know. Sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to check if you're alright."

"Mhm," he replies in a dry tone, "splendid."

"Okay, um, so… Good night, I think. I'm really sorry, again."

It takes his brain a few seconds to rewire itself enough to notice the hint of worry mixed with discomfort in your tired voice, but as soon as that happens, it's like his mind suddenly snaps completely awake. Well, not completely, but he takes a 180° turn in his attitude.

"Wait, ba– Y/N," he rubs an eye and sits up, doing his best to fight the drowsiness, "what's going on? Are you okay?" Silence. Total silence, one that bothers him way too much. "Y/N?" He insists.

"I had a nightmare," you admit, still quietly. "But don't worry about it, okay? Just go back to sleep."

"No." How could he? "You didn't wake me up just to tell me to sleep again. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I just… It wasn't anything big, I'm just a little scared."

"Okay. Do you want me to come over?" For some reason, that's the first solution his brain comes up with, despite the time and the distance. 

"No! No way, it's way too late, I shouldn't even have called. I just needed to know you were there."

"I'm here, yeah." He can hear some shuffling from your end, and hopefully that means you're settling in bed once again. "I can stay on the–"

"Could you maybe–" You both speak at the same time, cutting each other off, so you clear your throat. "Sorry, go ahead."

"Uh, I, um– I was just gonna say I can stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep, if you want," he offers sheepishly, unsure if that would be considered as overstepping the line.

The silence that takes over the call makes him wonder whether he should've stayed quiet or not. Maybe he shouldn't have made that offer. He's not actually your boyfriend, after all, so he should know his place. His lips part, ready to verbalize an awkward apology, but your voice stops him from doing so.

"I'd like that. I just… I'd like your company right now."

He bites the inside of his cheek, feeling his heart skip a beat at your raspy tone. His brain can picture you all pouty, curling in bed, in need of a good cuddle to sleep well. It breaks his heart that you're alone. Maybe he should actually get up and go to your place. He could hold your hand to bring you the same comfort you provide when you're the one doing that for him.

His head shakes and he curses himself mentally. He shouldn't be thinking about that right now. You're clearly having a hard time and he's selfishly thinking about all of that ridiculous, sappy bullshit.

"Soobin?"

"Uh," he staggers, "yeah, sorry. Are you ready to sleep? Or do you wanna drink some water, maybe wash your face to cool down?"

"Well, um, I'm kinda– I don't really wanna leave the bedroom again," you sound so quiet that he can barely hear you, "so I think I'll just stay here."

"Come on," he tries, "I'm here with you. Please get yourself some water, 'kay?"

You groan tiredly and he can hear some shuffling again. A deep sigh comes from your end of the line, as he slides down until he's lying on the bed again.

"Soob…"

"Hm?"

"Would you… mind turning on the camera? Just for a little bit?"

He ends up chuckling at the unexpected request. Not that he thinks it's funny that you're scared, it's just kind of adorable that you think you'll feel safer if you get to see his face. His heart beating faster once again definitely has nothing to do with that.

"Don't laugh!" You whine.

"I'm not laughing!" Yes, he is.

"Ugh, forget it."

"No, let's–"

And then you hang up, completely cutting him off. 

He tries to call you back, but you decline it right away, making him laugh more at your stubbornness. He won't leave you alone now, though. You're the one who woke him up, after all.

Still chuckling to himself, he turns on the lamp on his bedside table and uses his selfie camera to make sure he doesn't look like a total mess. He can't see his own face very clearly under the dim light, which is probably a good thing right now, but he still runs a hand through his disheveled hair to try and fix it before actually calling you.

"Hm," you grumble upon seeing his face, "you look like a trainwreck."

His smile is replaced by a frown, because he's aware of that, but you didn't have to point it out, did you?

"But in a cute way," you continue before he can defend himself. "You look cute when you're sleepy."

He rolls his eyes and shifts on his bed, lying on his side, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach.

"Shut up and go get some water. I'll be here with you."

"Back to being grumpy, are we?" You tease and he scoffs.

"I'm not grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy," you mock him with a deep voice and the biggest pout, and he tries his best to look annoyed and hide the sudden urge to kiss you, even though you're far away.

"Water, Y/N. Go."

"Grumpy and bossy," you comment as you get up. "Kinda hot, you know?" You even tilt an eyebrow up. 

"Shut up," he scoffs, though the dimples created by his suppressed smile don't let him hide he's pleased with that comment, despite knowing it's all just a joke to you. "Come on, I wanna sleep."

You giggle and his heart melts a little. "I'm going! Now be quiet, I'm not wearing my earbuds and I don't want to wake Sunoo up." 

He presses his lips together, dimples still on display, and pretends to zip his mouth, silently watching you through his screen. It goes totally dark once you go into the hallway, but you turn on a light a moment later. And there he is, just watching you while you do such a trivial task. At some point you ask him to wait and then leave your phone on what's probably a counter, and he's left staring at the ceiling of your kitchen. When he hears your voice quietly humming a melody, he smiles and turns around in bed, still waiting.

Soon you grab the phone again and head back to the bedroom, now with a glass of water in hand.

"Okay, the coast is clear," you say after closing the door behind you.

"Alright. Drink your water and get in bed, then."

"Are you gonna keep bossing me around?" You jokingly complain. "Again: kinda hot."

"I'm not doing anything," he counters, just hoping you'll stop teasing him. You were all fragile and grumpy just a moment ago, what the hell happened? Did you just flip a switch or something? "I told you, I just wanna sleep."

"Mhm," you mumble, taking a sip of your water. "And yet, you were willing to get up and come to my place just to keep me company."

He narrows his eyes. "Do you want me to hang up?" 

"No," you answer way too fast, sounding a little panicked all of a sudden. "Please, stay. I just– Sorry, I'm just joking around."

The sudden change in your tone makes him knit his eyebrows down.

"Hey, I know. Don't worry, I'll stay with you," he reassures you, leaving all the bickering aside. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk about your nightmare?"

"No, that'd be worse. I just wanna forget about it. Just keep talking to me about anything, okay?"

"Alright, baby," the last word comes out unconsciously, but as soon as he realizes what he just said, his eyes bulge a little. Fuck, did you hear it? Would you be uncomfortable with that? Well, you call him baby sometimes too, right? Granted, it's usually to tease him or when you're in front of your friends, but still… You called him baby when you were drunk, too, so why is he even freaking out? It's just a goddamn nickname. A simple word. Nothing else. Just a pet name you use even for your friends. But what if–

"Thank you." Okay, maybe you didn't hear it. Or maybe you just didn't care.

Good. Great. That's great. No reason for him to panic. It's alright.

"Can I ask you something?" You lift up the phone to get a better angle. As soon as he hums in response, you continue: "Have you been working on a new song?"

Wait, what? How do you know about that?

He clears his throat and shuffles in bed yet again. 

"Out of the blue?" Why would you even ask him about that?

"Well, Beomgyu was kinda nagging me about it. He was like come on, I know he showed you something, so I got curious," you admit and take another sip. "You don't need to show me anything, though. I won't force you to."

"I know," he sighs. "Well, yes, I started working on something. Beomgyu caught me red-handed and won't leave me alone now."

"He's just a little curious and a little anxious, I guess," you ponder. "He really wants to work on something new. I think he's trying to impress Yeji."

"Yeah, probably," he chuckles. "I'm not ready to share it, though. I need to like it enough first."

"It's okay. If he nags you about it again, send him a Rickroll link." For some reason, your suggestion makes him laugh more openly, so you laugh too, and even in the faint light, your smile is the prettiest he's ever seen. "I'm serious! Just be like 'ugh, fine, here's a snippet', and boom! Rickroll'd."

"It's not a bad idea, actually." He's still smiling, ignoring the tiredness he's feeling. 

"I can hook you up with some pretty good links, if you want."

"I'm sure you can." He turns again, now lying on his back, and brings his free hand to his chest while the other holds the phone up. "Have you seen that Attack on Pingu meme? That's a pretty good one to send him, too. He loves that one."

"The Pingu what?"

He laughs once more and runs his hand over his face and up to his hair, brushing it back. "Remind me to show you that one later."

"Come on," you whine, "now I'm curious."

"And I'm sleepy, and so are you," he responds, making you roll your eyes playfully. 

"Fine." He can't help but feel like you're mocking him every time you use that word, but it's not something that bothers him. It's the opposite, actually. "I should go pee first, though. I need to make room for the water I just drank."

"TMI, but okay. Are you gonna make me hear you peeing too or can you do that by yourself?"

"Ooh, I hadn't thought about that. Wait."

"Look, I don't wanna hear it, I think you can survive a few minutes in the bathroom," he jokingly tells you when he notices you're getting up with your phone again.

"Fuck off," you giggle and his smile automatically returns, "I'm not taking you with me. I'm doing something better, just give me a second."

"Is it actually better, though?"

After some moving around, you adjust the phone on (what he assumes is) your desk, making it stand somehow in a way the camera faces the door. 

"Okay, so," you stand in front of the camera, "I'll leave the door to the hallway open. If you see something following me you absolutely have to teleport here immediately."

"Okay, sounds good."

"Alright, okay. It's fine. I'll be right back."

"I'm right here, don't worry. If I see anything I'll scare it away," he promises.

"Thanks," you reply with a smile, and then he watches you leave.

You turn on the lights before leaving, of course, and it's only when he sees you from a distance and in a brighter light that he notices the huge shirt you're wearing. Of course, it could be any shirt, but it's strangely similar to one that recently has gone missing from his wardrobe. Did you take it from his place? Well, it looks good on you, at least, but did you just take it without telling him?

He doesn't tell you off when you come back, though. Instead, he greets you with a simple:

"Nice PJs you got there."

You grin.

"Do you like it?" You twirl, holding your phone to spin it with you. "I call it The Stolen Boyfriend Shirt look."

He scoffs, adjusting himself under his covers in hopes you'll do the same.

"Yeah, sure. Can we go to bed now?" He asks, diverting from the topic, because he doesn't wanna think too much about it.

You giggle, but still lie on the mattress and get yourself under your blanket.

"There. Happy?"

"Mhm. Close your eyes now."

You obey, and he watches your pretty face, his gaze getting caught up in your soft smile. Once again, the only light illuminating you is the bedside lamp, but that's enough for him to see your peaceful features.

"Soobin," your eyes open slowly, your voice going back to a much softer tone.

"Hm?"

"Thank you. I promise I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry. Let's just sleep." He doesn't want you to feel like you need to return the favor when he didn't even do anything. All he did was talk to you for a few minutes, and that's not something hard to do. "Good night now. Call my name if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, "good night, baby," you reply while adjusting something as support to keep your phone facing you, and only then do you close your eyes again.

When you pull a pillow closer to your body and hold it tight against your chest, he smiles tenderly, wishing it could be him instead. He keeps watching silently, keeping you company and waiting for the moment you seem to actually fall asleep so he can do the same without any worries. 

Somehow, he sleeps better with you there, even if it's just through a screen.

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BALANCE GAME — 2

PAIRING 𖦹 choi beomgyu x f!reader

SUMMARY 𖦹 choi beomgyu’s life was relatively simple. he woke up, went to class, met up with you (his best friend since 6th grade) for coffee, helped you manage the school’s radio station, co-hosted a talk show on said radio station with two of his closest friends and repeat. but when the show gets a question that asks whether he’d rather fall in love with a complete stranger or someone he’s known forever, choi beomgyu’s relatively simple life becomes extremely complicated.

MORE 𖦹 SORRY ITS A BIT LATE ? I WAS AT WORK 😭

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TWO: ur despicable

PREV 𖦹 one : beomgyu > school > station

NEXT 𖦹 three : what the heart wants

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a taste of something new — 36. i promised you

a/n: hi! it's me, your local writer who's trapped in an unending writer's block! originally this was gonna be an sns chapter but lol it was NOT happening so i tried turning it into a written one and that's what we got. words. so many words. enjoy! (p.s. i've updated the playlist again so check that out if you want!!)

warnings: swearing, ........a quick mention of a boner but it's just the thought of it?? idk dude, soobin is still dumb but also disgustingly whipped, this hasn't been properly proofread so if you find any mistakes pls let me know

word count: 2.8k

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As embarrassing as it might sound, as soon as his eyes open and he realizes that what just woke him up was not a supervillain from a video game, but rather you knocking your elbow against his chest for no reason, the first thought on Soobin's mind is nothing but an infatuated: "you're adorable".

A few months ago, just the idea of waking up next to you, with his legs entangled with yours and your back against his chest would've been enough to make him squirm in horror. Such an intimate touch would be enough to make him want to rip his own skin off. But this is the third time he gets the chance to smell your scent and feel your warmth first thing in the morning, and his immediate reaction is to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you even closer, letting your bodies fit together like the pieces of a long forgotten puzzle that he accidentally found in a box on the corner of his mind. You sigh in your sleep, and he nuzzles the tip of his nose against the softness of your hair.

He's sure he could get used to this.

But he shouldn't.

His mind still wanders, though, and it feels ironic to be daydreaming about having you in his arms when that's exactly what he's living, but it's still a different situation. You're not there because you feel the same way, but because you trust him and you're naturally clingier than he'd ever be with any other friend.

The sweetness doesn't last long, though, because when you shuffle on the mattress and he feels the slight friction between your lower half and his, he's reminded of the fact that he's just human — and a stupid one at that —, and he should probably leave the bed before his thoughts go down a more dangerous path. If there is one thing he doesn't need right now, it's an unwanted boner when the butterflies are already wild enough in his stomach.

After a nice long shower, he checks on you just to make sure you're still sleeping comfortably. This time, however, he doesn't allow himself to keep watching you like a creep. He stays in the bedroom just for long enough to leave some food for Odi and check if the pet is alright, and then he grabs his laptop, his notebook and a pen, and heads to the living room.

Reviewing the lyrics from last night, he twists his lips at the words he jotted down. Wasn't he being a little too dramatic when he came up with that? Of course, he can just say he was exaggerating to make it more artistic or some shit like that, but did he really wanna say he was okay with dying before he met that special someone?

He decides to discard some parts of the song and rewrite them, humming the melody that keeps coming to his mind while he's at it. Every now and then, he grabs his phone to record a voice memo just to make sure he won't forget how it goes, but he does it very quietly, not wanting to risk being heard by you.

Being as immersed as he is in those lyrics, the sound of a door opening startles him, making him accidentally drop his notebook on the floor. And while he bends down to grab it, your head pokes into the living room just to stare at him through your sleepy eyes, not saying a word. The dark gray t-shirt you're currently wearing is normally big even for him, so it truly looks like a weird nightgown on you, but somehow you pull it off amazingly.

"Hey," he says as soon as his gaze finds you, readjusting his posture immediately.

"You okay?" Your voice sounds a little husky, and you look like you're not completely conscious.

He nods in response, so you nod back with heavy-lidded eyes and turn around to go to the bathroom without saying anything else.

For the next few minutes, he stays hyper-aware of any sound his ears can pick up, but once he realizes you've gone back to the bedroom, he relaxes again and tries to get back to working on the song. 

After a while, his phone starts blowing up with notifications from the group chat he has with his friends, and after Beomgyu sends some incoherent texts about how smitten he is for Hwang Yeji, they all decide to hop on a Discord call to make things easier. At some point, for some god damn reason, they also agree to turn on their cameras, so he leaves his laptop on the coffee table and keeps on scribbling on the pages of his notebook while Beomgyu goes on a whole speech about why his future girlfriend is, indeed, the best woman that has ever walked on Earth.

"Yo, guys," Taehyun says when the other finally quiets down. "Did Jiwon contact any of you, by the way?"

"The fuck do you mean?" Beomgyu replies, and Soobin can see him frowning through the screen. "Did she text you or something?"

"Uh, yeah."

The others sound confused, and all Soobin can do is sigh and roll his eyes.

"She texted me last night saying she had just seen Y/N with another guy," he decides to come clean, albeit quietly to prevent you from hearing it, and it's enough to make his stomach churn. 

"Wasn't Y/N with you, though?" Yeonjun asks, a little confused.

"Yeah," he scoffs, trying to play it off, though his focus is still on the notebook on his lap. "By the time she texted me we were already back, actually. Y/N drank a little too much, so she passed out when we got here."

"Welp, yeah, she actually sent me a picture and asked me if that wasn't Y/N," Taehyun adds, and Soobin's whole body freezes immediately upon hearing that. "It was a blurry mess, though. There were too many people in the picture, and honestly, you can't even see anyone's face 'cause it's too dark." The youngest even chuckles at that, certainly thinking Jiwon must be just desperate.

"She's just trying to take advantage of the fact that Y/N has a very common face and make shit up," Beomgyu tries to joke about it, but that just makes Soobin stare at the screen.

"You have a common face," he retorts, and the other three start laughing.

"Oof. Sure, simp-man."

"Bro, you literally just spent like fifteen minutes talking nonstop about Yeji," Yeonjun points out.

"Dude, I think the best option right now is to shut up," Hueningkai suggests, while the others are still laughing.

"Oh, fuck off, you guys know it was just a joke," Beomgyu defends himself. "I honestly will never understand how Soobin even got someone like her."

Simple: I didn't, he thinks, but since he can't say that, all he does is roll his eyes again.

"Anyway," Yeonjun chimes in, playing his role as the oldest of the group, "let's just ignore Jiwon."

"She's like a dementor trying to suck the happiness out of people," Hueningkai comments.

"I don't understand why you guys simply won't block her." Beomgyu's face is one of total dissatisfaction, and Soobin can't judge him for it. "She's literally just trying to ruin everyone's lives."

"I just don't care enough about her," Taehyun explains, and the next three minutes are spent on a conversation about how nobody gives a shit about Jiwon anymore and they'd rather just ignore her instead of giving her the pleasure of telling people she has been blocked.

Eventually, Beomgyu lets go of it and focuses his gaze on his screen for a few seconds.

"Uh, are you working on something, Soobin?" He asks, finally noticing how the latter has spent the whole time writing something in his notebook.

"I–"

"Good morning," your husky voice is present once again, and the soft dumb smile that shows up on his face earns him a mixture of ooh and aww from his friends.

"Morning, baby," he replies sweetly, and then adds: "I'm talking to the boys."

"Do you mind if I say hi?”

He shrugs and extends a hand to you, inviting you to come closer. "The camera's on, though. Want me to turn it off?"

Dragging your feet across the floor, you shake your head, so he simply unplugs his headset and adjusts the volume of his laptop speakers to avoid creating any echoes to his friends.

As soon as you plop down on the couch, you lean on Soobin's shoulder, and your sleepy figure can be seen by all of his friends.

"Hi," you say, getting a few chuckles in return. 

"Hello. Did you sleep well?" Yeonjun is the first one to ask, and you hum in response.

"You look kinda dead, not gonna lie," Beomgyu says, which makes you pout.

"That's because I'm still tired, you fucker," you counter, a little groggily, and Soobin is forced to bite his lips in an attempt to hide the smitten smile that tries to take over his face.

It's only when you embrace one of Soobin's arms that he remembers his notebook is still wide open on his lap, with lyrics for a love song about you on full display. He closes it very calmly, trying to look as natural as possible, and then plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks and you nod. "Wanna eat something?"

"Yeah. Can you make me some coffee, please?" The pout on your lips makes it really hard for him not to kiss you, but he still holds back.

"Yeah, coffee man, go get her some coffee!" Yeonjun teases, making you giggle in the most adorable way.

"Okay, sure," Soobin agrees easily, too focused on you to even say anything to his best friend. "Be right back."

"Hey, can you leave her here? I wanna tell her about my date," Beomgyu chimes in, and the others groan.

"God, you're such a simp," Taehyun says.

"You know what? Maybe I am. Learned it from Soobin."

And while you laugh at that, your fake boyfriend just sighs and gets up to get you something to eat (and also hide his notebook in his bedroom), leaving you and his friends alone. 

The moment he starts preparing the coffee and hears his own stomach rumbling is when he realizes he still hasn't eaten anything yet. Okay, he can have some breakfast with you. It'd be nice to spend some time in your company, since he feels like he hasn't done it in a while — at least not with you completely sober or without anyone else around.

By the time he's putting some toast and scrambled eggs on plates, he notices your figure leaning on the doorframe. Once again, the sight of you in his shirt is something he wishes he could engrave in his brain.

"Did they hang up?" He turns around to serve the coffee on two separate mugs — and also to avoid looking at you.

You hum a negative response. "I did. Said I should come and help you."

"Did Beomgyu–"

"Can we talk?" You speak at the same time as him.

"Oh," he stops for a moment, staring at the coffee maker in front of him. "Yeah. What do you wanna talk about?"

"I miss you, Soob. I know I'm obnoxiously loud and annoying, but I actually think you're a good friend and I like having you around."

A good friend. Again. 

He sighs and grabs both mugs, and silently walks around the kitchen to put them and the plates on the table.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you have a hangover?" He asks, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm fine, I didn't drink that much."

"Okay. Well, we don't have a lot of options here, but if you wanna eat anything else, we–"

"Soobin," your tired voice cuts him off as you take a seat. "Come on. Please."

"I just– I don't– I don't know." What is he supposed to say? I don't know how to act around you anymore? I can't stop thinking about you? I'm too scared to ask about what happened last night because the only guy you should be kissing is me?

"Do you want me to leave? I'll leave you alone if that's what you want. We can call this whole thing off, I can just tell the others we broke up, or… Something."

"I promised you I'd do this for three months. Sunoo said–"

"Dude, I don't care about the prize. If this is making you uncomfortable, we should stop it, you're more important than a stupid gaming console."

He sits down as well, his eyes trained on his own coffee. Does he wanna end it? Should he?

"I promised you I'd do this for three months," he repeats.

A heavy sigh escapes from you, and at this moment he's sure you're probably done with his bullshit. He acknowledges it's not always easy dealing with him, he knows he goes from being sweet to being cold to then being awkward in a matter of seconds, and he remembers how Jiwon would always point that out in a negative way when they were still in high school. Sometimes he's too much, other times he's not enough. He knows.

"Can you at least tell me what's going on? You picked me up last night, bought me what I wanted to eat, cuddled me to sleep." As soon as those words leave your lips, his gaze shoots up at you. Fuck, you remember that? Do you also remember the pet names? "And now you're being vague. Do you maybe…" You trail off and furrow your eyebrows, apparently losing yourself in your own thoughts. In the end, you shake your head. "I don't know, I just wanna know what happened."

"I'm just, um– A little embarrassed," he looks down once again, "and I guess… I don't know."

You nod and take a sip of your coffee, and he can still feel your gaze on him, though he's not looking directly at you.

"What are you embarrassed about?"

"I just– You know. The way I acted. We kinda…"

"We made out," you supply, "I know. Friends do that sometimes, you know?"

"Do you usually make out with your friends?" Should he be concerned? Have you ever made out with Sunoo? Oh, God, he doesn't need that mental image right now.

"No, I– I don't, but we did it and it was good. Come on, you said the last person you kissed before that was Jiwon, so it's been a while. It's only natural that you'd react that way. There's nothing wrong with that." Except there is, he thinks, but he doesn't interrupt you. "I know you said you regret it, but I hope you know you don't have anything to feel bad about. If that makes you feel any better, you're a good kisser! And I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to–"

"Y/N, please." His face is burning, his heart is racing, and he's practically begging you not to go into too much detail. "Can we just forget about this? I'm… sorry for the way I acted. And the way I reacted, as well."

You sigh deeply, and while his gaze is trained on the table, he notices your hand slipping into his line of sight, as a silent offer.

"Can we please go back to normal, then?" You ask softly, and he can feel his heart melting and dripping down his system. "I just wanna talk shit about everything with you and destroy you at every possible video game we play together." 

"You wish," he ends up scoffing at your teasing words, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. We can cut the whole kissing thing, if you want, they've all seen us kissing anyway, so–"

"No, it's fine." Maybe he's being an asshole for taking advantage of that, but he's not about to let go of the only few opportunities he has to feel you. "It's just for another month, anyway. We can do it."

"Okay," you agree, pushing your hand even closer to him. "Are we good, then? Can we just be the good old Soobin and Y/N again?"

He stares at your fingers for a while, contemplating. What the fuck is he doing with his own life? Why is he being so stupid?

His hand rests on yours, holding it gently, while his brain dreads the moment he's gonna have to let go of you entirely.

"Sure," he nods, "we can try."

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THE LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT! ☆ ONE: THE BATTLE OF THE IT GIRLS

“Hi everybody,” Jungwon waves to the camera, “today the staff gave me some cookies and iced tea. I’m really excited to try the cookie flavors.”

He pulls out a large cookie, “this one is called s’mores, I remember while filming En&Hi, I accidentally burnt my s’mores.”

Jungwon laughs under his breath at the memory, opening up the cookie wrapper.

His eyes scan the comment as he does so, eyebrows raised at how fast the comments were rolling by.

“Am I dating anyone?” Jungwon reads a comment, not realizing he had said it out loud.

Then a particular comment catches his eyes, because it had your name in it.

Jungwon~ did you hear about the Hanni and YN fan war?

“Hanni…?” Jungwon blurts out, two hands coming to cover his mouth as he realizes he’s said it out loud.

The s’mores cookie is long forgotten, Jungwon’s panicking only growing more as comments keep rolling in, all believing Jungwon had just revealed his secret relationship with Hanni.

#️⃣author note: WOW CHAPTER ONE IS OUT !! was originally gonna post another set of profiles but im too lazy LMFAO sorry y’all. aera is an oc of mine and she’s an idol btw ! her and soobin are hanni’s idol friends just like how yuna and riki are yn’s.

synopsis: you and your boyfriend jungwon have been dating for quite a while, all thanks to that one interaction where you find out you both love the smiths. now, the media has been blowing up your name, comparing you to hanni from newjeans as the new “4th gen it girl.” a fan mentions the situation on one of jungwon’s vlives, and he might’ve revealed he was dating somebody… accidentally saying hanni instead of you. now you have to deal with fans shipping your boyfriend with her, and to make matters worse, she’s also a smiths fan!

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twenty one — spoke too soon

pairing: solo artist!park sunghoon x photographer!female reader

genre: angst

warnings: curse words, arguments

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a/n: hi guys 💓 i'm sorry for the delayed update, my granny is really unwell, so i lost motivation for a bit. but i am back <3

seasons (waiting on you).

pairing: yeonjun x reader, (eventual) taehyun x reader

genre: college au, angst, slight fluff at the end

rating: T/13+

word count: 16.5k (i am so sorry)

warnings: explicit language, one (1) mention of alcohol, descriptions of a breakup, depression and anxiety depictions, mentions of harmful behaviors and thoughts, just so many post-breakup emotions being described for way too long BUT angst with a happy ending :)

summary: when your high school sweetheart choi yeonjun is off to grad school, you aren’t too worried about how your relationship will fair—but your favorite coworker, kang taehyun, is.

OR:

a study in the seasons of loving and losing choi yeonjun—and how you put yourself back together afterwards.

playlist: telepath - conan grey, let you break my heart again - laufey, back 2 u (A.M. 01:27) - nct 127, i don’t know you anymore - eric nam, drive - ashton irwin, seasons (waiting on you) - future islands

I. PROLOGUE. 

Loving Yeonjun was like watching a meteor shower cross the sky. It was beautiful, and you considered yourself blessed to have been able to see it with your own eyes—but like everything else in life, it was inevitable that it had to end. 

And it ended too soon.

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