Shes Moving On!

she’s moving on! 👏🏼

⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— MY ONLY ONE

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ lee heeseung x f!reader. genre. fluff, angst, 𝑤𝗈𝗋𝖽 count 𐙚ㅤㅤ 979. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, skinship, ୭ৎ 𝑙una notes ⋆. hoon is bias wrecking me so hard right now. — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ p2 of im not the only one !!

the months you spend healing with lee heeseung, after your marriage with park sunghoon comes to an end.

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you truly had thought sunghoon was it for you, until the last month after you caught him cheating of course.

his messages come in waves, each one crashing against the resolve you've built.

"i love you, y/n. i want a family with you. i'll change, i promise."

but these words have lost their worth to you, worn thin by repetition and unfulfilled promises.

it's a sunny saturday afternoon when you and heeseung find yourselves at the local grocery store. the sunlight filters through the large glass windows, casting a golden hue over the aisles.

you're laughing at something he said, your heart lighter than it has been in months. heeseung smiling down at you as your laugh pulls at his heart strings.

you try reaching for a can on the top shelf, and when you can’t reach it, heeseung towered over uou, holding your waist gently as he put the can in the cart, you couldn’t help but admire the ease with which he moves, the quiet grin in his smile which you know he’s holding back.

your phone buzzes again in your pocket, but you ignore it. you know it's another message from sunghoon.

you truly don’t know why you haven’t blocked him yet, is it cruel that you liked seeing how desperate sunghoon was when that was just you a couple weeks ago begging for him to make it home in time for dinner?

you don't need to look to know the pattern by now; declarations of love, pleas for another chance, and promises of change. but here, with heeseung, those messages feel like echoes from a past you’ve already to leave behind.

as you round the corner to the produce section, you spot the last person you wanted to see, sunghoon. his eyes widen in surprise, he looks horrible, you think. the dark circles under his eyes, his unwashed hair, and the wedding ring still on his finger.

he then narrows his eyes at you and heeseung in a mix of hurt and jealousy.

heeseung quickly notices your change in demeanor and follows your gaze. his hand gently finds your back, his touch reassuring you in a gesture of support that makes you feel grounded.

"y/n," sunghoon says, stepping closer.

there's a desperation in his voice that tugs at something deep inside you, but it’s muted, distant.

"can we talk?"

heeseung's hand remains a steady presence. you draw strength from it, from him.

"sunghoon, there's nothing left to talk about. i’m moving on."

his eyes dart to heeseung, and then back to you.

"with him? really? you know, hes always wanted you for himself!"

you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. the disrespect he had directed at heeseung sparked anger within you.

"yes, with him. and you know what sunghoon? i’m happy. for the first time in months, and at least he wants only me, he isn’t going around making out with his coworkers while i wait at home.”

sunghoon’s face crumples as you see the tears building up in his eyes, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry.

but then you remember all the times you felt alone even when he was right beside you, all the promises that turned to dust, all the times he slept beside you in your bed after what he did to you. you stand taller, more confidence radiating off of you.

heeseung, sensing the tension, steps forward slightly, shielding you from the sight of sunghoon.

"let's go, y/n," he says softly, his voice a soft wave to your frayed nerves.

sunghoon watches you both walk away, his heart slightly cracking at the sight of heeseung kissing your forehead, his presence lingering like a fading storm.

as you and heeseung leave the store, the air outside feels fresher, the sun warmer, you feel closure.

over the next few weeks, your relationship with heeseung deepens in the most unexpected ways. it's in the small moments; the way he remembers your favorite coffee order, the gentle teasing that makes you laugh until your sides hurt, the silent understanding on the nights where the pain comes back, when words aren’t necessary.

one afternoon, you find yourselves passing time at the park, sitting on a bench as the sun sets. heeseung is telling you about a childhood memory, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

you watch him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

it's not just attraction—it's comfort, safety, sanctuary and something that feels an awful lot like love.

he catches you staring and raises an eyebrow.

"what? do i have something on my face?"

you laugh, shaking your head.

"no, it's just... i’m happy. really happy, i haven’t been this happy in.. so long"

he smiles, a slow, genuine smile that reaches his eyes.

"me too, y/n. me too."

now it’s months later, your relationship with heeseung is strong, the relationships that feel like they were born out of a fairytale.

there’s a gentleness in his love, a steady reliability that makes you feel cherished.

you're both sitting on your couch, a movie playing in the background. heeseung has his arm around you, and you lean into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

you turn to look at him, and he meets your gaze with a soft smile, as he caresses your cheek.

"i love you, heeseung," you suddenly say, the words feeling right and true.

his eyes widen slightly, then soften. he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"i love you too, y/n. more than you’ll ever know."

in that moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of the movie and the warmth of his embrace, you know that you've found something real, something lasting.

and as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you know that this is just the beginning of your story together, one without pain and tears.

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a peek into his love 🥰

selfless

this is totally something jaemin would do… play on words from his narcissism exhibition

✧･ﾟ: *✧*:･ﾟ✧

"where are we going?" you ask for the millionth time. your boyfriend jaemin had told you to be ready to leave in an hour and to dress in something cute, but he wouldn't reveal anything else.

"just get in the car" he says with a hint of a smile on his face as he opens the car door for you. you side-eye him as you get into the car.

you felt antsy as jaemin drives to the secret location. you wouldn't say you're one for surprises, but jaemin has always been so good at them. you're genuinely surprised when jaemin turns the corner to his exhibition site.

"what are we doing here?" "i need to check something really quick."

you both get out of the car and jaemin holds open the door for you. you walk deeper into the building you're all too familiar with. you came with jaemin to watch his Narcissism exhibition come to life and helped him with the set up and detailing while he was abroad.

as you walk deeper into the building, you come across a different sign than the one you saw every time before.

SELFLESS my love for you is endless

you stop in your tracks as jaemin whispers, "surprise" as he kisses the side of your head.

"what's this?" you look up at your boyfriend who smiles at you as he hands you an exhibition handset. he grabs your hand as he guides you further into the new exhibition.

you gasp in shock and adoration as you see the room filled with pictures of you through jaemins eyes. there's pictures of everything, the small and big moments from your relationship.

"i- i don't know what to say. this is…amazing" you gesture towards the room as you slowly take in the room. he shyly smiles in return as he gently guided you towards the photos for a closer look.

the first photo you approach is a photo of you working on the couch with lucy, luke, and luna cuddled up against you in multiple positions.

you enter the number of the photo and press play on the exhibition handset:

all my babies in one photo. as much as i love the lululu cuddles for myself, i love that they want to cuddle with you more because that means they love you as much as i do. you are also working so hard in this photo, one of the many things i love about you. thank you for being the best mother to our babies - but please don't forget to give me cuddles too

you laugh lightly as you move on to the next. it was a photo from one of your many picnic dates next to han river. your hair is caught in the wind and you're laughing at something jaemin said as you reach for the camera.

every time i look at this picture, i fall in love with you all over again. i am the luckiest man in the world to be able to call myself your boyfriend. i love when you laugh, it brightens all my days. i'm so happy to have captured this photo of you, showing your carefree spirit and smile forever

you can hear the sincerity in jaemin's voice in the audio, making you tear up. you squeeze his hand as you walk hand-in-hand to the next photo.

it immediately makes you laugh. it's a photo from your first meeting with jisung, jeno, and donghyuck and you're trying to teach jisung how to cook. jisung is obviously stressed as the other members are laughing in the background, but you have a supportive hand on jisung's shoulder as you walk him through the recipe.

i don't know why we tried to save our helpless son jisung, but thank you for being so kind and loving towards all my members. as i watched you try to help jisung at his greatest weakness, it was the first time i realized how much i loved you and how i could never let you go. do you remember when i first told you i love you?

"yes" you answer aloud to jaemin standing next to you, "i'll never forget it"

jaemin smiles as he pulls you closer to his side, "i love you"

you walk hip to hip towards the next photo. it's a photo of you and jaemin in japan at night. you and jaemin are the only clear things in the photo as everything around you is a blur of heads and lights. you're looking at each other with eyes full of love, and a small hint of a smile on both of your lips.

this photo is exactly how i see the world with you by my side. nothing else matters, as long as you're with me and happy. this photo was hard to edit, but i'm proud of the way it turned out. it will always just be you and me, when things come between us, i'll fight through them to get back to you.

you tear up again as you wrap your arms around jaemin's waist. if you could fuse yourself to your boyfriend, you would so you would never have to leave his side.

as you would look at each photo and listen to jaemins recording explaining each photo, he would just watch you. watch your eyes as you examine a photo and notice the details he worked so hard to highlight and incorporate. watch you as you listen to his heartfelt words recalling his memories with you. watch you as you smile and/or cry at each photo and word he says. you were his living, breathing exhibition that he could marvel at everyday. luckily, he does.

and with each photo you look at, your heart grows fuller and fuller with your love for jaemin. it becomes so overwhelming, that you can't help but let a few tears drop. there's so many photos, photos of you asleep peacefully in bed, more photos of you with his members doing various things, a photo of you and his mom, and more pictures of you and jaemin.

in the center of the room, there's a stand with a black cloth draped over it. jaemin told you it was the grand finale of the exhibit. you lift the cloth to find a small note in jaemin's handwriting: "for you, i become selfless"

in the center of the room, there's a stand with a black cloth draped over it. jaemin told you it was the grand finale of the exhibit. you lift the cloth to find a small note in jaemin's handwriting: "for you, i become selfless"

you turn around to share your love and appreciation for jaemin, but as soon as you do, you watch him drop to one knee as he opens a small felt box.

"y/n, i love you with all my heart, it hurts. i want to love you for the rest of my life and make more memories with you and capture them with my camera. i want this to be the first exhibition of many. will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"

"yes" you exclaim quickly. you were never going to say no. you loved jaemin with your whole heart, and this exhibition and the amount of time and effort he must've put into this made you love him more. how could you not?

jaemin puts the ring on your finger (it fits perfectly because, of course, jaemin measured all your favorite rings) before picking you up and spinning you around as you laugh and cry. when he sets you down, you give him a long kiss.

the moment was perfect. you and jaemin in the middle of a room happy and in love surrounded by photos of your love for each other. this would be an image you'd keep in your heart for the rest of your life. 🤍

(also you leave the exhibition with a photo book, similar to the merch sold at narcissism, but it’s just photos related to you and jaemin)

”raaah” 🦖

[18:34]

pairing: dad!mark lee / husband!mark lee x reader, wc: 0.7k

summary: mark being the best and silly dad

a/n: hi... here’s something i write about mark after disappearing for months 🙏🏻 also this was inspired by an instagram reel i randomly watched, can’t find it anymore but so mark coded </3

“alright buddy, what do you wanna play, hmm?” mark sat down on the couch, taking a look at his 2 year old son who’s mirroring his action.

“i learned how to play rock-paper-scissors!” minguk exclaimed excitedly. mark couldn’t hide his smile as he looked at minguk’s shiny eyes that resembled a lot like his wife. his favourite pair of eyes ever.

“oh yeah? did mommy taught you that?” mark’s bigger hand ruffles minguk’s soft hair as the little one nodded enthusiastically.

“dada, let’s play,” minguk stood up almost immediately. “i will pull out a.. rock! so-so.. you need to do scissors.. like this… with your hand,” the little one tried his best to explain the game to his father as he gestured his little hands.

mark let out a chuckle at minguk’s cuteness. oh how he wish moments like this lasted forever.

“but that would be cheating! dada will lose then,”

minguk gave mark a gleamed smile. “rock-paper-scissors, shoot!” as promised, minguk pull out a rock but his smile faded as he looked at his father’s hand. how dare he pulled a paper!

“i won!” mark exclaimed playfully. he chuckled softly as he watched minguk’s reaction.

“ah, nooo… w-why did you gave me a p-paper….?” mingkuk pouted silently as he began to break into sobs.

“oh dude, i’m sorry, no no no no, c’mere,” mark rushingly pulled his crying son to his arms.

”mark honey? everything’s okay?” your voice from the kitchen rings in mark’s ears.

“yeah, babe! don’t worry i got him!” mark stroked minguk’s smaller back softly. his soft touches immediately calmed his baby.

“let’s play again, yeah? i’m sorry, buddy,”

minguk wiped his tears off his eyes. “dada, y-you need to… do a s-scissors…” he said between hiccups, still trying to calm down from his cries.

and so the second round began. “rock-paper-scissors, shoot!”

the same disappointment look from earlier came across the baby. mark just pulled a paper again with a little smile on his face. he had an either awfully awesome or terrible idea about what to do next, which you can already guess—it’s terrible by the way. minguk didn’t quite enjoy it as much as his father.

“i’m paper monster! rrrahh i’m gonna eat you!” mark exclaimed as he engulfed mingkuk’s little fist with his hands. minguk didn’t waste a second as he burst into another cry that evening.

hearing the loud noise, you rushed to the living room and took minguk into your arms.

“aww it’s okay baby, it’s okay shh shh shh,” you spoke softly, calming him down. with minguk’s head buried on your shoulders, you gave mark a glare, mouthing, ‘what did you do again?’

mark just shook his head while throwing both of his hands to the air. “i was just trying to play with him,” he tried to explain himself.

“you make him cry!”

“okay okay i’m sorry i just thought paper monster would be fun you know...”

you gave him a disbelief look.

mark leaned closer to you and your son. slowly he tapped minguk’s little shoulder. when minguk turned his head to mark, he smiled. “hi buddy, can you pull a paper? dada will be the rock this time,”

minguk smiled. the thought of how minguk noticeably looks so much like mark every single day passed by came across your mind. they even had the same smile, you thought.

“okay, dada, promise me,” and mark nodded his head.

“rock-paper-scissors, shoot!” this time mark kept his word, throwing his fist to the air. minguk’s smile got bigger as he brought his opened-wide hands to mark’s fist.

“i’m the paper monster now!”

“arghhh, help me!” mark dramatically brought his fist to his chest as if he was stabbed and lied on the couch acting like he just got attacked by some little monster.

minguk let out a loud laugh watching his father’s dramatic antics. he let himself out of your arms and went to mark, playing fighting on the couch. you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face as you watched the two boys.

mark always knew what to do just to get his son to laugh again. he learnt it from all those years dating you where he would do whatever it takes to see that beautiful smile and hear that contagious laugh of yours.

you went back to the kitchen preparing dinner as you thought of how lucky you are to have mark as your husband and your son’s father.

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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE.

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. husband! park sunghoon x fem! reader synopsis. you and sunghoon swore to be faithful to each other, unfortunately sunghoon couldn’t keep that promise. genre. angst ,, wc. 2012. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ guys…how r we liking the layout 🤭.. 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂. | part 2

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the past year had been a painful rollercoaster of emotions, each high point you’ve had has been followed by a devastating low. you remembered the countless amount of nights you waited for sunghoon, watching the clock tick away the hours as he stayed out late, you had gotten so used to the sound.

the scent of his cologne lingering on his clothes when he finally came home, the way his tie was undone, the way he avoided your gaze when you asked where he'd been. your accusations of him being unfaithful were met with immediate denials, his words cutting deep even as he tried to reassure you that you were his one and only love.

"i would never cheat on you, y/n" he'd say, pulling you into his arms.

"you're my everything." he would say with that look in his eyes, with both love and a conflict he is fighting deep within himself.

and you believed him, of course you would. he’s the same boy who courted you for six months in university because he was so deeply in love with you, the same man who flew you both to hawaii and gave you the most magical proposal ever to be done.

you tried to hold onto the love and trust that had once been so strong, so unshakeable. but each forgotten date, each broken promise chipped away at your trust, leaving you feeling hollow and alone.

today, on the morning of your anniversary, you awoke with a sense of something different, hope for you and sunghoon.

this would be the day you reminded sunghoon of the love you still had for him, and always will. the love that had brought you together in the first place.

you spent hours in the kitchen, preparing his favorite dishes, your hands moving with practiced ease as you cooked. the smell of his favourite kimchi stew and freshly made kimbap filled the air, the same cooking he said he would never ever get tired of.

the scents mingling with the hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the gesture that rekindled sunghoon’s love for you, you missed his touch, his kisses, the sparkle in his eyes, he still has it- but nowadays all he could really do is look down.

as you wrapped a red bow around the lunchbox, you grinned, perfect.

you drove to his office, each mile a reminder of the distance that had grown between you. as you walked through the lobby, your heart pounded with a mix of anticipation, fear, and longing.

the elevator ride seemed to take forever, the seconds stretching out as you rehearsed what you would say, how you would greet him, how you would kiss him.

but nothing in the world could have prepared you for the sight that met you when you opened the door to his office. sunghoon, your husband, the man you had vowed to love and cherish, for better or for worse, was locked in an embrace with his secretary, their lips moving together in a kiss that was all too passionate, all too real.

the box slipped from your hands, the sound of shattering glass, some pieces piercing your legs barely registering as you stood frozen in place.

you felt like you had been stabbed in the heart, you had never felt heartbreak before, and you didn’t understand people when they said everything hurt, now you did.

"y/n," sunghoon's voice broke through the fog of your shock, his eyes wide with panic as his hands trembled.

the hand with your wedding ring trembling.

"this isn't what it looks like honey,”

your chest tightened at the name, the name he couldn’t be bothered to address you as in months.

tears blurred your vision as you shook your head. the pain was unbearable, a physical ache that made it hard to breathe. without a word, you turned and fled, the sound of sunghoon calling your name fading as you ran. the drive home was a blur, sobbing as you got concerned looks from other cars, you were not in any shape to be driving, really.

but you didn’t care- your mind was reeling with the betrayal you had just witnessed.

at home, the same home you and sunghoon bought a month after your marriage- the home with six bedrooms because that was how many kids sunghoon wanted to have with you, the same home where you and sunghoon had late night talks, wrapped in each others embrace.

you moved through the house like a ghost, avoiding staring at the picture frame at the end of the hall, a picture taken on your wedding day.

your hands mechanically packing your belongings. each item you placed in your suitcase felt like another piece of your heart being chipped away.

you were almost finished when you heard the front door slam open, sunghoon's frantic footsteps echoing through the house.

“y/n-“

he cut himself off at the sight before him- the suitcase being packed, the sight of the wardrobe being oddly empty because your clothes would always be overflowing it.

"y/n, no.. please," he begged, sobbing as he fell to his knees before you. "don't leave me. i can't live without you, i won’t do it ever again."

you looked down at him, your heart aching with a mix of love and complete despair.

even after what he did to you, all you wanted to do was to be held by him again, all you wanted all these months was for him to finally long for you like you longed for him- how unfortunate the circumstances were, you thought.

his tears fell down his glass cheeks, his hands trembling as he reached out to you, you shivered at his touch, it felt so foreign, unfamiliar.

"i made a mistake," he cried, his voice raw with emotion. "i love you more than anything in this whole world. please, give me another chance- i’ll make you the happiest girl in the world, we’ll have six kids and we’ll grow old together!”

your mind wavered for a moment, the memories of your life together flashing through your mind. the happiest memories of your life with sunghoon in them, but you knew that staying would only be betraying yourself, that the trust between you had been shattered much beyond repair.

leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, it wasn’t for him, it was for yourself. the taste of his tears mingling with your own.

"goodbye, hoon," you whispered, your voice breaking. "i hope you find the happiness you couldn't find with me."

with a final look at the man who had once been your everything, you turned and walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase trailing behind you as you tried to keep your composure at the hysterical sobbing from sunghoon behind you.

the drive to your best friend heeseung's house was filled with the sound of your sobs and screaming, each mile taking you further from the life you had known.

when he opened the door, heeseung’s heart dropped. his eyes filled with concern at the sight of you. he pulled you into his arms without a word.

"it's okay, y/n," he murmured, his voice a soothing whisper to your wounded heart. "i'm here for you, im not leaving."

you clung to him, your tears soaking his shirt as you let out all the pain and heartache that had been building inside you. heeseung's presence was a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions, his embrace a reminder that you were not alone.

as the night wore on, you found solace in the company of your best friend, knowing that you had made the right choice, even though it had shattered your heart into delicate pieces, pieces you didn’t know could be fixed.

in heeseung's arms, you allowed yourself to grieve the loss of the love you had once believed in, the loss of your best friend, and lover. the betrayal, the heartbreak, all of it poured out in waves of tears and hushed sobs.

heeseung listened to you without interruption, his presence feeling like a heavy blanket over you and the world, comfort as you navigated the gut wrenching feeling in your heart.

"it's not your fault, love" he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your tear-streaked face.

"you did everything you could." he said looking at you with a gaze in which you didn’t notice, you never did. the gaze you’d given sunghoon for years, the gaze he gave you long before you’d even met sunghoon.

"but it wasn't enough, hee" you replied, your tears rolling down your cheeks, voice raspy from all the sobbing, it was barely above a whisper.

"i wasn't enough."

heeseung shook his head, his expression filled with an ache in his heart and anger at your self doubt. "no, y/n. you are enough. you always have been. sunghoon's mistakes don't define your worth, he’s the dumbest man to ever live, i’d do anything to have you."

you turned to him, bewildered at his words. you looked down at his shaking hands as you sobbed wrapping your arms around him.

“i’m so sorry, hee. i’m selfish, you don’t deserve this- you should tell me to leave-“

he cut you off with a hard hug, you cried harder as his own tears soaked your bare neck.

“don’t say that- i don’t care if i get hurt, or you use me, i don’t. all i need is you beside me, okay? don’t worry about anything.”

his words, though comforting, couldn't fully erase the pain that lingered in your heart. but in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your best friend's embrace, the love that radiates off of his body.

you felt a glimmer of hope, you were in no shape of moving on just yet, the road ahead would be difficult, filled with moments of utter pain and sorrow, but you knew that you wouldn't have to face it alone.

as the orange sunset began to filter through the windows, you found yourself at a break from the pain in your heart, staring out at the view in peace. heeseung's steady breathing beside you, the quiet hum of the world settling down, it all felt like a promise that everything would be okay.

you took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill your lungs, and allowed yourself to believe that maybe, you would find happiness again.

with heeseung by your side, you faced the days ahead with strength. the pain of sunghoon's betrayal would always be a part of you forever, but it wouldn't define you. in the embrace of heeseung and the promise of a new beginning, you found the courage to move forward, one step at a time.

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THE LOVE LETTER COLLECTIVE official recap

from admin duckie: this is an official collection post of all the love letters submitted! pls ensure that you give our housemates and their work all the love they deserve. thanks for tuning in and participating <3

best years ☆ ju haknyeon

— by @sohnric

so sweet like nectar ☆ eric sohn, choi chanhee, kim younghoon

the (lovely) cake warrior ☆ choi chanhee

— by @sanaxo-o

finger trapped (ripped to its seams) ☆ ji changmin

— by @zzoguri

to all the boys i've loved before ☆ lee hyunjae, lee juyeon, ji changmin, kim sunwoo, eric sohn

— by @littleroaes

nothing changes (except i'm being fr) ☆ kim younghoon

— @astrae4

dreams come true ☆ kim younghoon

— @juyeonszn

love me unconditionally (teaser) ☆ kim sunwoo

— @from-izzy

it’s giving, “all the memories i held back, start to spill out” vibes 🥹💘

DREAMS COME TRUE

PAIRING kim younghoon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.36k

GENRES fluff,,, just fluff

WARNINGS mature language but are we surprised, the tamest thing i’ve written in what feels like years, uni!au, best friends to lovers, mutual pining but younghoon is kinda dumb and very dramatic, one (1) kiss scene but thats about it

SUMMARY younghoon has been in love with you since what feels like the dawn of time. he’s watched you fall for the wrong guys over and over again, too much of a coward to do anything about it. but you’re on the brink of graduation and he’s finally ready to let you know. he just hopes you feel the same.

MORE hi…. how yall doin…. LOL the juyeonszn comeback no one was expecting 🥳 i’ve been in a bit of a younghoon phase lately and i realized i was not showing him enough love so i present to u this lovely piece of younghoonery <3 this is also my submission for the @deoboyznet love letter collective event! huge thank u to @sungbeam for beta’ing i owe u my life beam </3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @/deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

Maybe he should’ve told you how he felt about you during your dinner before prom senior year. The words sat on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be spoken into existence. It was the perfect moment. You were each other’s dates anyway. 

But then he chickened out—he didn’t think he deserved you. And perhaps that was only slightly true: for letting you slip through his fingers numerous times? Absolutely. But for everything else? The universe couldn’t help but pity him, too. 

There was also the time that your ex boyfriend cheated on you and you came crying to him in the middle of the night. He woke up and stayed awake until early hours of the morning just to comfort you. It wasn’t because he felt bad, but because he would do any and everything for you. While you curled in on yourself, cuddled into the safety of his arms, he debated telling you then, too. 

Time and time again, Younghoon has sat there and watched as you dated different guys. He sucks it up and deals with it because he’s afraid of rejection, but he also doesn’t want to ruin your friendship. You’ve been best friends since middle school, and that made him afraid that you’d always only see him as that. There was that saying that girls and guys could never just be friends. Unfortunately, that was the case for him, but maybe not for you.

Now here you are, the day before your college graduation, and Younghoon is once again torn between mustering up the courage to confess and putting this puppy love to rest. 

He told himself during your first year of university if he didn’t tell you at all during these four years, he would give up. You were both preparing for true adulthood and if he couldn’t lay himself bare for the person closest to him, he didn’t think it was meant to be. And well, time is running out for him. He had to speak now, or forever hold his peace.

Younghoon watches as you scamper around your apartment, gathering your things for graduation tomorrow. It was a hectic enough day without you worrying if you were going to lose something, or run late. You hang your cap and gown on the coat hook near your front door before dashing back into your room to make sure your outfit is put together. 

Even in the chaos of your zooming around, Younghoon still finds you absolutely breathtaking. You’re slightly sweating from all of your movement and from the heat of the rapidly approaching summer, but nevertheless, you look so beautiful to him. The decision that seemed so hard to make over the years feels pointless. The answer has been clear from the beginning.

“Y/N.”

You pause what you’re doing to look over at him, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. Your cute, caught-off-guard expression has him nearly melting into the couch. He doesn’t understand why it took him so long to get it together. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when he starts walking towards you. “Wha— Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” he says, his frame towering over you in a way that is never intimidating, only comforting. “I have something I need to tell you, though.”

“Can it wait? I’m a little busy here.” Your hands come to rest on your hips and it takes all of the strength inside of Younghoon to not pull you into his embrace and kiss you. He thinks he would die, and he has to survive the duration of this confession if he wants to see the other side. (The side where, hopefully, you finally become his, in the way he’s wanted for years.)

“It can’t, actually,” he breathes, a newfound, unwavering confidence taking over. “I think I’ve waited for too long.”

“You’re kinda scaring me,” you laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “What is it, Hoon?”

Speak now or forever hold your damn peace, Kim Younghoon.

“Y/N, I love you,” he starts, and when you open your mouth to say you already know that, he continues. “And not in the way I’ve told you since we were eleven. I love you in the way that I can’t go to sleep at night without wondering if you’re sleeping comfortably, too. I can’t wake up in the morning without wondering if you did that cute, little whine that you do when your alarm goes off. I think about my future constantly, even though it’s fucking terrifying, and you’re always in it. Not just as my best friend or my partner in crime, but as my forever partner, too. I’ve felt this way about for god knows how long now, but I’ve always just been too afraid of what it would do to our friendship if you didn’t see me the same way. I don’t want to sit back and watch you date these other guys who end up hurting you anymore. I want to be the one you go to for everything.”

When he finishes, his chest is heaving a little, practically spieling without taking a moment for air. Despite the strength he collected to say all of that out loud, he was still nervous and looked away from you as he did it. He’s making eye contact now though, and he’s freaking the fuck out because he can’t read you one bit.

You aren’t saying anything, just staring at him with your lips parted, and he thinks that's tenfold more frightening than if you were to yell and slap him in the face. Each second that passes in complete silence has his hands clamming up and his heart racing faster. He realizes how close he’s standing to you and takes a step back, and then another, then another, until he’s grabbing his things and scrambling to get out of your apartment. 

You hate him. That has to be it. You see him as a brother more than anything else and he just ruined it all. 

But the moment he steps foot into the hallway, you’re calling after him desperately. 

“Younghoon, wait!”

Your voice, laced with emotion, has him halting in place. He turns around to see you standing in the threshold of your door, eyes welled with tears. He’s only ever seen you cry when you're sad, when you’re heartbroken, and he prays to whatever higher being exists that he didn’t do just that to you. (He tries to ignore how gorgeous you look even when crying.)

“I— You can’t just say all of that and run away!” You’re full on bawling now and it has his eyes widening. “You’re so stupid, you know that? I’ve been in love with you since we were thirteen and you lent me your hoodie inside of the movie theater when I said I was cold. You’ve always cared so deeply for me, so unconditionally. How could I not fall for you? You made it so hard not to.”

Younghoon is stunned. He had no idea you felt the same because you’ve been so good at hiding your feelings from him unless you chose to show him something. “Why did you date all those guys then?”

“To make you jealous, you idiot,” you sniffle, laughing at his obliviousness. “You’re such a guy; it’s endearing.”

He pouts at your low-key insult, but it doesn’t really upset him. In fact, he feels like he’s soaring right now. Your feelings are mutual and it’s as if all is well in the world. He closes the space between you once again, lifting his arm to swipe away your tears. You nuzzle into his palm instinctively and he’s sure he’s a puddle on the ground.

“Can— Can I kiss you?” He braves himself to ask, searching your features for any indication that you didn’t want this. You nod, your own hand covering his. The sparkle in your eyes is more than enough confirmation for him and so he leans in.

When your lips meet, Younghoon wonders if he did something heroic in a past life. He feels a pleasant buzz all the way to the tips of his fingers. It’s everything he’s dreamed of. 

You’re everything he’s dreamed of.

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