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6 + koo jungmo?

thank you for requesting this! this was also shorter compared to my usual works but regardless of that, I hope you really like it~~

p.s. I changed the tense of the prompt in this one, but below is the original prompt.

6. “I sing that verse better than you.”

[3:11 p.m.] you are lazing around with jungmo today. you have one more week until summer’s officially over and you’ll be back to working again, and jungmo happened to be free this week, so you had him stay at your apartment with you. “what do you wanna do?” jungmo voices, his head in your lap as you scroll through social media on your phone. “hmm, I got nothing.” you throw your head back into the cushion of the couch and close your eyes, in thought. “how about a riff off?” jungmo suggests. you snicker at this and look down at him. “c’mon, babe, we both know how that’s going to turn out.” jungmo’s eyes display his confusion at your reaction, and you clarify, “you’ll do great because you sing professionally, but I’ll do better because I have amazing pipes, and I don’t even do this for a living.” you stick your tongue out, teasing him, to which jungmo dramatically scoffs, “is that a challenge? oh, you’re on, y/l/n!” 

and so you find yourself sitting with your legs crossed in front of jungmo, and you found a riff off category generator on the internet, which generated categories for you and you had to sing a song that corresponded with the category in under 20 seconds. “who goes first?” you ask him, the competitive spirit in your eyes evident to jungmo, and he smirks. “rock, paper, scissors. best of three.” you agree with his suggestion, and you play. he ends up winning, so he goes first. “edm songs” is the first category. “I’m starting the timer,” you tell him, gaze shifting between the screen and jungmo. then, as if he has a lightbulb moment, his eyes light up and he sings, “we got that power, power, 니가 나를 볼 때, 서로 같은 마음이 느껴질 때. power, power, 더 강해지는걸, Turn the music up now, now, now, now.” he sings, and his voice is clean. he’s so talented, you think in your head. but those sweet thoughts quickly fade away, and your competitive persona came forward again, as jungmo does a little dance. “I got a point! haah, in your face! this is fun, I like this game.” you squint your eyes at him, and tell him, “choose the next category.” he presses the mouse and it generates the next category: “songs of the 90′s”. you silently thank your luck, because 90′s and some decades before that are your forte. “starting the timer, good luck,” jungmo says, and starts the countdown. “나를 믿어주길 바래 함께 있어, Cause I’m your girl hold me baby 너를 닮아가는 내 모습 지켜봐줘, Stay with me last forever.” you hold jungmo’s hand and cheesily wink at him while singing this. his cheeks flush a bit, and you smile at your win. 

and this way, you two keep playing. it’s been a few rounds, but both of you seem to be getting songs that match the category. “okay, the last one, winner takes all. we’ll just choose the last category and whoever sings the song first wins. deal?” you stick your hand out for jungmo to shake, which he gladly does. “one, two, three.” you both countdown and click the button one last time. the generator lands on “love songs”. you two look at each other and as fast as lightning, your mouth opens as you sing, “나의 이쁜 이 맘 받아줄 수 있나요? Baby, 네 눈에 비친 우리, 너무나 좋은 걸,” and jungmo sings along with you, “이쁜 두 손잡고 , 멀리멀리 날아가고파. 오늘은, 유난히, 네가 이뻐 보인다.” you lean in, and peck his nose, “that song’s my favorite so far.” and jungmo looks away, a small smile growing on his face. he leans back and watches as you celebrate your victory, dancing a little, before pulling you into his lap, completely startling you. “I sang that verse better than you, maybe I should become a trainee, too.” then he kisses you square on the lips, without warning. you kiss his back, hands immediately coming up to cup his cheeks, and his hand rubs up and down your back. he pulls away, and smiles, “you would do lovely as a trainee, my flower. you sing really well, but I knew that already. you’d shine doing anything.” you blush and hide your face in his neck. he laughs and whispers, “hey, I love you.” and you leave a series of pecks on his shoulder and neck before mumbling loud enough against his skin, “I love you too.”

Number 17 with wonjin? Thank you!

hey there! thank you for requesting this! again, really sorry about the delay, I wrote more to overcompensate for the tardiness of this lolol I really hope you like it!!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[5:34 a.m.] you don’t usually wake up at the crack of dawn, but you heard some rustling in your home and by the time you had the energy to turn around in your bed to see what was going on, you heard a “shh, shh, shh, go back to sleep, y/n. I’m coming.” your boyfriend’s voice is heard, bouncing off the walls of the dark bedroom. you nod sleepily and throw your head back into your pillow, your slumber taking over you yet again. you stirred a bit in your sleep when you heard dragging feet against the hardwood in your room, followed by a dip of the bed near your feet. you squint your eyes to adjust your sight, and find wonjin sitting at the edge of your bed, with a cake and candles lit on the cake. “happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!” you can hear the fatigue in wonjin’s voice and he yawns so you get up quick and make a wish, before you blow out the candles. you switch on your lamp and ruffle wonjin’s hair. “thanks for this, baby.” you leaned in and planted your lips on his cheek softly. you feel him smiling, and then you pull back, before getting up and taking the cake. “where are you going?” wonjin follows you as you make your way towards your kitchen, then you open your fridge and pop the cake in. “you’re not going to have the cake now?” wonjin pouted begins you. you turn around and place your hands on his shoulders, and his instant response is to place his hands on your hips. “I need to start my day off with something sweet, so why should I have the cake when I have my sweetness right here?” wonjin smiles shyly at this and you kiss the tip of his nose. “let’s go to bed, wonjin, the cake can wait till tomorrow.”

you take his hand and lead the way back to your bed. you plop yourself down onto your mattress, and wonjin joins you a few seconds later. he pulls you close so that your head is resting on his chest and he kisses your forehead before sleep overtakes the both of you. the next morning, you wake up around 11:45 to find wonjin gone yet again. you get up out of bed and freshen up before leaving your bedroom. you head towards your kitchen because you hear sounds like sizzling and the sound when a metal spoon hits the sides of a mug. you lean against your kitchen counter and find an apron-clad wonjin, in the middle of flipping a pancake. he’s able to flip it perfectly, which causes him to throw a fist bump into the air. you laugh at his antics, and this captures his attention. “good morning, y/n! I’ve just finished making breakfast: your favorite pancakes, and coffee.” you give him a quick hug before helping him set your plates. you two sit on the stools in your kitchen and have your breakfast. “I think this is a good time to tell you that you should get ready as soon as you finish breakfast,” wonjin tells you in between sips of his coffee, “because I have the day planned out for us.” swallowing your bite on pancake, you tilt your head to the side in curiosity and ask him, “hmm, where are we going?” wonjin gives you a smug smile before kissing your forehead, “it’s a surprise.” soon, you and wonjin are on your way to an unknown destination (or at least unknown to you).

as wonjin drives you two there, you begin looking for any clues outside to tell you anything about where you’re going. you beam when you see the dead giveaway landmark of a giraffe: wonjin brought you to the zoo. this is your absolute favorite place, only because there’s a feeding station for your favorite animal and that is the panda feeding station. “wow! this is so nice, thank you!” wonjin smiles at your excitement and pulls out his camera. as you gush over the panda taking the bamboo stems from your hand, wonjin clicks a few pictures of you. he smiles down, satisfied with his photos, thinking that you look too cute. it’s a good couple of hours before wonjin tells you, “we have two more places to stop at.” you pout, because the animals all just look so adorable, but you nod understandingly. from there, you two leave the zoo and within ten minutes, wonjin stops the car. you look around and see that you two are at a food truck park, and wonjin has you wait in the car while he brings your absolute favorite: there’s a food truck that does killer tacos, and you claim that these are the best in the entire city. wonjin comes back shortly, and the smell of the tacos fill the car. you breathe in and exhale loudly, “they smell so good, my mouth is watering.” wonjin laughs at you squirming in your seat, and reaches over to take your hand and press it against his mouth. “just wait a little longer, my love.” and he drives for some time. you press your head against the window and see the sky slowly becoming a beautiful hue of pink, with splashes of orange. then, the car stops, knocking you out of your daze. “we’re here.” you focus on the surroundings: wonjin brought you to the beach. he pulls out your food and comes around to open your door.

“hold this, please,” he hands you a bag, and you peek inside. it’s got a blanket and a bottle of sparkling cider and two glasses. “let’s go.” wonjin grabs your free hand and you two find a nice place to sit, before laying the blanket down and setting yourselves on it. you eat your tacos over some small talk, and then as you are drinking your cider, staring out into the sunset, you face wonjin. “hey,” you softly whisper. he turns his head to look at you and you tell him sincerely, “thank you so much for today. this is probably one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had, all thanks to you. I love you so much.” and without missing a beat, you lean in and place a passionate kiss on wonjin’s mouth. you made sure to convey all the love you possibly could into the kiss, and wonjin definitely felt it because as soon as you two pulled apart, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and pressed his lips against your forehead. he told you, “nothing but the best of the best for my princess.” and you two turned your faces back towards the sunset. you rested your head on wonjin’s shoulder and admiring it in all its beauty.

no. 2 w/ kim sihun? (pdx101) thank u! i love ur writing

hello! thanks for the request and super thanks for the compliment, I’m touched! also, the prompt is a little vague for personalizing purposes, just so I can choose what works for the muse, so hopefully you enjoyed this!

2. {insert cheesy pick up line} (original prompt) 

for sihoon: “I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.”

[9:45 a.m.] work at dr. ahn’s office was the same every morning; you came in at nine and clocked in before checking any voicemails. then, you made the doctor’s schedule and gave it to him, debrief him about his day and go back to your desk. you made your coffee and sat down as you usually do when you get a call. “this is dr. ahn’s office, how may I help you?” your co-worker hana answers the phone. you faintly hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but hana then says, “do you need to see him right away? I can find out if he’s free.” you assume she’s referring to the doctor, so you check his schedule and see that he doesn’t have an appointment until 11. “he’s free ‘till 11,” you whisper to hana, and she gives you a thumbs up before relaying this information to the person on the phone. “okay, we will see you in 15 minutes then, sir. alright, bye-bye.” hana goes to let dr. ahn know about the appointment, and you see the notes she’s jotted down while she was on the phone call. scribbled down messily, you were able to decipher “EMERGENCY: FRACTURES ON BOTH WRISTS”. oh no, you think, I wonder what happened? hana comes back some minutes later, and you ask her, “do you know what happened to the patient?” she shakes her head and tells you, “I’m not sure. All I know is that he fractured both of his wrists. I asked him why, and he seemed somewhat reluctant to tell me, so now I’m more curious.” shrugging your shoulders, you get back to your work, typing away on your keyboard. by this time, one or two patients have come in, to which hana gives the necessary paperwork to complete. the clinic increasingly becomes busier but it’s nothing either your or hana can’t handle.

one by one, patients come and leave the office, with dr. ahn providing you with their prescriptions and bill. just as one patient was leaving with her child, a young man walked in, who looked like he was about your age, and he brought (you assume) his friend with him, who held the door open for him. the man’s hands were in a strange position and he clenched his jaw in pain. his friend came up to the counter. “hi, I called in earlier today, my friend fractured his wrists?” he’s incredibly handsome, you think and it seems hana can sense what you’re thinking, because she pushes the paperwork over to him and says, “can I have your friend come in? I will need to take his vitals.” the boy in front of you looks up at hana, before hodding and helping his friend through the door. once hana was able to take the patient into one of the rooms, the boy went and sat back down in the waiting area, filling out the form. you continued your work, and from time to time, snuck glances at the boy. smooth skin, a steep angle on his nose bridge and bright eyes are some of his many key points. he was gorgeous. you don’t wanna seem creepy or anything, because you don’t even know the guy so in embarrassment, you snap your eyes back onto your screen. “excuse me,” the boy is now in front of you. he bites down on his lip slightly, and you can see the shadow of a dimple imprinted into his cheek. “here’s the paper work.” he hands you the clipboard with the small stack of papers. you take it from him and mumble a small, but audible “thank you.” you begin typing in the information; it seemed that the patient’s name was eunsang, and the friend that brought him here (that you were ogling) was named sihoon. “do you mind if I ask you something?” you ask sihoon, who’s still standing at your counter. he blinks, motioning for you to continue. “what happened to your friend? he fractured both wrists; that’s not a very common injury. sure, we’ve seen one wrist fractured or the other but never both at the same time. sorry if I seem too invasive or anything, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to..” you notice a small smile growing on his face, then he clears his throat, “I shouldn’t make fun of it, but since you asked, eunsang tripped over a blanket.” sihoon tells you this, then bursts out laughing. you feel a tiny smile growing on your face before you scold yourself to not laugh at the discomfort of a patient. how rude of you. “really? that’s possible?” “can you believe it? I was at his house, then..” and from here, sihoon tells you the hilarious story of how he asked eunsang for a glass of water, and on his way back his feet got caught in his blanket and that’s how he fell.

you wipe the corners of your eyes, “although I shouldn’t be laughing at this at all, I never would have imagined that one small slip can cause such an injury.” just then, you hear dr. ahn coming out, walking alongside eunsang whose wrists now have casts on them, and behind the two of them is hana, who made copies of eunsang’s prescriptions and bill. “now eunsang, I’m going to need you to be very careful with your wrists, okay, no hard pressure and nothing too strenuous. I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive for a few days, so you will need to arrange for a ride.” as dr. ahn advised him, eunsang turned his head to sihoon, and jokingly said, “looks like you’re going to be my chauffeur.” sihoon laughed at this and his nose scrunched up all cute. you took note of this and eunsang thanked the doctor once more before heading out with sihoon. they stop by the door, and before they leave sihoon comes back to you, and your eyebrows shoot up as he gestured for you to come closer with his hand. you lean in an he tells you, “can I make an appointment with you, maybe tomorrow for some lunch? I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.” you chuckle at his cheesy pun, before taking a scrap of paper and jotting your number down. you hand him the note and say, “text me when you’re free, and we can arrange something.” sihoon leaves you with one last dimpled smile and a wave before heading back out with eunsang. who knew the things that would stem out of an injury like that?

could i get a 6 + lee jinwoo? with the reader being a few months younger then him :)

hello, thank you for the request! this was so fun to write, I had to think of a way to incorporate the “younger than him” part and so I did! I really hope you enjoy it!!

6. “I sing that verse better than you.”

[10:30 a.m.] walking out of the classroom, you just handed in your last final exam. you were officially finished with your first year of high school. things couldn’t be better for you: you were a good student throughout the year, you managed to keep your grades up and you got involved with one or two clubs. all while keeping your friendships intact. because you and all your friends had signed up for the same classes, you had each class with at least one of them. so for the class, you just took the final for, some of your friends were in there. you guys made plans to go to the bowling alley after the exam, then to the karaoke rooms. you guys were going to live it up- according to the law, at least- because hell, you all deserved it. one by one, your friends were coming out of their final exam rooms: first, it was dohyun, then you, then chaeyeon, then yoojin and wonyoung, and finally, jinwoo. “we’re done!” chaeyeon exclaims and all of you make some congratulatory sounds, whether it’s a scream or a small “whoop”. “now what? where are we going?” dohyun asks, backpack hanging loosely on one of his shoulders. you all leave the school building together, looking around for a bus. luckily, one is coming around the corner so you all run to get to the bus stop. “you guys wanna go get tteokbokki?” wonyoung suggests, and you give her a thumbs up. “sounds good to me. what about everyone else?” once you hear collective agreements from the group, you guys get onto the bus and head to your favorite tteokbokki place. once you reach there, you guys grab a table and check out the menu. “so, who’s paying?” 

yoojin smiles smugly, and says, “the oldest pays. I was born in december so it’s not me.” you also back off since you’re also born in december. “dohyun’s in november and I’m in october.” wonyoung says. chaeyeon pouts as she says, “I’m in august.” hearing this, jinwoo breathes out a sigh of relief, “I’m in september.” and that’s how chaeyeon ended up paying for you guys’ tteokbokki meal (but you all chipped in on her karaoke and bowling fees to make up for it). everyone is talking about their exams once the waiter leaves with your order. some are saying how it went well, some… not so well. your eyes catch jinwoo as he’s laughing about something yoojin says. your heart starts hammering in your chest and you’re not sure why. “so, what are your plans for the summer, y/n?” wonyoung asks, and there’s a slight glint of mischief in her eyes but you don’t pay too much attention to it. “mom’s making me prep for the next school year so I have a tutor, but besides that I don’t have any major plans.” “hmmm, what about your love life?” this seems to catch everyone’s attention and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “no, I probably won’t even have time for that.” wonyoung’s grin intensifies, “but there must be someone you’re interested in. maybe that someone is a lot closer than you think.” you’re a flustered mess and from the corner of your eye, you can see jinwoo looking at you, and before you reply to anything, he flatly says, “knock if off, wonyoung. she’s already stressing out over other things, don’t bug her about this too.” you give a jinwoo a grateful smile and wonyoung huffs, “okay, sorry y/n.” when the steaming pot of tteokbokki arrives, you all dig in. laughing, gossiping and having fun is what the meal consists of. when you all finish eating, you chaeyeon pays, and then you guys head over to the bowling alley. you’re not as excited for bowling as you are for singing, though because jinwoo has an incredible voice. he sings the best out of your group, and more than once you’ve told him that he’s got a gift. his response was always the same: a blush on his cheeks with a toothy smile, and a quiet “thank you”. it was the cutest thing ever, and you never got tired of it.

bowling ended the way you expected it to: with yoojin and dohyun fighting for first place and then dohyun winning and running it in everyone’s face. but it’s all fun and games, because now you’re heading to the karaoke room. the dark room with the flashy lights greet you as you walk in and shut the door. “who’s going first?” your hand shoots up, along with jinwoo’s. yoojin hands the controller to you, and you scroll through the endless list of songs, and stop at “dream” by suzy and baekhyun. “let’s do this one.” your eyes find jinwoo, who nods and smiles, “let’s do it.” your friends cheer as the song starts off with jinwoo’s voice. once you start singing, jinwoo’s eyes look at you with an emotion you can’t really point out. you shift your attention back to the screen and continue to sing, and when both of you sing together, your eyes focus on your friends, who’ve now taken out their phones and have their flashlights on, waving them side to side. once the song is over, your friends erupt in applause and you see jinwoo coming closer to you, “you did good,” he smiles. you giggle, “you didn’t do too bad yourself, as always.” then you two take a seat as yoojin goes up and sings “chewing gum”. you both are sitting and singing along, and when it get to the chorus, you tell jinwoo, “I sing that verse better than you, ha!” you stick your tongue out playfully and continue to sing. jinwoo just smiles at you, his eyes displaying that unrecognizable emotion yet again. “you know,” he starts, “you’ve gotten a lot better at singing too. maybe we should test your skills one day, by coming back here sometime later.” you look at him and tilt your head, “oh yeah? how did you wanna test that?” the side of his mouth quirks up and he leans in and whispers, “I’ll choose your songs and you’ll have to sing them. deal?” he stuck out his hand and you shook it. then it clicks, and you stutter out, “wait, are you saying we’ll come here... like as in a date?” thankful he’s in a dark room so you can’t see the red tinge on his face, he nods, and says, “I like you, y/n, and I would really like to take you out soon. I hope you feel the same way.” you look down and grab his free hand, before intertwining your fingers and smiling up at him. “I would love to go out with you.” and needless to say, you can testify that things really could be better for you, now that you had things to look forward to in the summer.

hiii!! its the keumdong request anon again lol- im a bit scared i might regret it but 14 + keumdong? sorry again if this is a trouble to write :(((

aww, it was no problem at all, in fact, thank you for the request! again so sorry it’s shorter than normal BUT I’ve wanted to write something like this for so long, and I finally got to use it with this prompt! so I hope you like how it turned out and I hope you don’t regret it lol!

14. you share a soft moment together.

[3:19 a.m.] one of the great things about summer was that there was nothing to do. meaning, you could sleep whenever you wanted to and wake up whenever you wanted to. you didn’t have a problem, and your boyfriend donghyun certainly didn’t either. this was maybe your second or third all-nighter in the entirety of your summers, so far. the funny thing is you’re not even staying up for a reason, you’re awake for the sake of being awake. right now, you and donghyun are sitting in your balcony, cuddled up in blankets, and passing a bottle of beer back and forth. you watch the stars glisten and shine in all their glory in the navy sky. “look at those up there, I think it’s an ursa minor, right donghyun?” shuffling closer to you, you feel donghyun’s breaths by your ear and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “that one? yeah, I think you’re right.” you’re not sure if the warmth that curdles within you is from the alcohol or the fleece blanket, but it leads you to rest your head on donghyun’s shoulder and peer at him through your lashes. you lean up a little and place a series of small pecks on his jaw. “that tickles,” donghyun giggles out. and then you find a moment of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable; it’s quite the opposite, actually. the cicadas and crickets are distant, but you both mainly bask in the peace and serenity that brings calming heartbeats along with it.

suddenly, donghyun shifts a bit before standing up. “where are you going?” you look up at him and hold his pant leg. smiling cutely, he says, “be right back, hang tight.” he runs into your apartment for a second, before returning with his bluetooth speaker and his phone. you blink up at him, confused by what he’s doing when you hear the piano intro of louis armstrong’s ‘la vie en rose’. he bows gracefully and offers his hand. “may I have this dance?” the summer night breeze plays with the ends of your hair as you take donghyun’s outstretched hand, and get up. “hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose,” louis armstrong’s voice blares through the speaker. donghyun’s hand rests on your hip and part of your shirt is raised, so you feel the calloused surface of his palm on your exposed skin. you intertwine your hands around donghyun’s neck, decreasing the distance between your bodies as you sway to the music. “this is romantic, isn’t it?” donghyun pecks your nose, and winks, “of course, whose idea was this after all?” a small push to his chest makes him cry out in mock pain, and you both laugh at the situation you’ve played out. you then rest your head on his chest and close your eyes; donghyun’s hand moves to hold your head against him like it’s made of china. “donghyun?” he hums bach in response and you move your head and give him a sleepy smile, and he swears, his heart could burst out of his chest right then and there. “I love you.” he cups your face with a hand and admires you in all your beauty, before whispering, “I love you more.”

10 & hwang yunseong? ♡♡

hello, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!! this is the LAST mystery drabble request, so I hope I ended it on a good note :)

10. he comes to you for… advise on how to ask someone out (the catch: he’s trying to ask you out)

[4:21 p.m.] the student traffic is long gone, as you wait by your locker for yunseong to arrive. the boy got caught up with the art club, because they needed help with transporting things from the art teacher’s car to the art room, and you know how it was probably hard for him to say ‘no’; it always has been and will be. you came to know yunseong since elementary school, in fact he’s your best friend. or so you tell yourself, at least. because there are times when he sits next to you, intently listening to the story your friends narrate that you pay attention to his side profile, and how you’ve never really noticed the curve of his adam’s apple, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. these are all things that you know you’ve started noticing, but you can’t bring yourself to say that maybe you do like yunseong. but that’s never going to be a thing, right? you and yunseong have always been friends and you know it’ll always be that way. “finally,” you call out as his silhouette becomes clearer and he’s briskly walking back to you. “sorry I kept you waiting, the art teacher had so many cans of paint in her car. I thought it was endless.” you laugh and the both of you leave the beige building, and head to your car. it was a tradition that the two of you’ve kept up for a little over three years but every tuesday, after school was over you would go get boba. this was your thing, and most of the time it would even be the highlight of your week because all you really spend your time doing is school work or work at your part-time. 

you two sit in your car and yunseong messes around with the radio while you reverse in the school parking lot. eventually, he settles on letting iu’s “palette” play through the muffled speakers of your car. “y/n, can I ask for some advice?” you’re at a red light, and you’re glad otherwise you might’ve braked the car while you were still driving. “…there’s a girl, that I’m interested in, and I’m not sure how to ask her out. do you think you can help me out?” you tried not to let the disappointment show on your face, but you didn’t do too good of a job because yunseong immediately asks, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before, I just had to be sure that I liked her.” you go along with yunseong’s statement and lie, “at least you told me now, rather than later. hmm, do you have an idea of how you want it to go?” yunseong smiles before he replies. “all I know is that I want to ask her out in a cute way. something that makes her heart flutter,” and yunseong’s ears go pink at this. “gosh, y/n I don’t know what to do. tell me: if someone were to ask you out, how would you want them to do it? you answer that and I’ll come up with something based off of that for her,” you nod, before you park your car and see the familiar neon sign in your peripheral vision. “firstly, I’d like for a guy to give me something, maybe like a single flower or even like a bag of hot cheetos, because that’s the kind of junk foodie I am.” yunseong snorts, “true,” which earns him a small shove on the arm. “hey! anyways, I’d like for it to happen when there aren’t many people around. maybe just me and him, I think that’s very romantic. finally, a sweet gesture at the end of his confession would seal the deal for me. that’s the sweetest thing ever!” you look up in wonder and don’t notice the way yunseong is admiring you as an artist admired their favorite work of art. you shrugged before looking at yunseong, who whipped his head back towards the front, and looked away. “tell me how your confession goes, and tell me if she says yes. she’d be an idiot if she says no, she won’t know what she’d be missing out on.” yunseong smiles and ruffles your hair, and your hands immediately go up to fix it as he opens the door to the tea house, letting you go in first.

it’s been about a week since yunseong shared his secret with you. to say the least, your heart has been hurting, and not because he didn’t tell you about it. he’d always seen you as a friend and he always will. you smile a bittersweet grin when the image of his eyes lighting up just talking about the girl presents itself in front of you. she won’t know how lucky she is, that’s for sure. it’s been hard to not think about it, and soon you’d start seeing less of yunseong. that’s where the pain felt worse: when you thought about yunseong not being by your side any longer. you’re thinking all of this, waiting for yunseong once again to meet you by your locker, when you see him. he walks slowly this time, hands behind his back. he keeps biting his lip and his eyes are shooting across the hallway, not looking at you. as he finally comes in front of you, with a deep inhale, yunseong tells you, “y/n, this is for you.” from behind his back, his hands come up to reveal a single sunflower in one hand and a bag of hot cheetos in the other. your eyes widen as yunseong starts, “remember when I asked you for advice on how to confess to someone? well, that someone, if you haven’t figured it out yet, is you. I’ve liked you for so long, and I just want to be able to call you mine. will you go out with me?” your eyes peer up at his, and you smile wide as you except the items before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “yes, yunseong, i’ll go out with you.” relieved, he lets out a sigh and reciprocates the hug. “I can’t believe you said yes.” you pull back from the hug and yunseong ticks some stray hairs behind your ear. “I can’t believe the world’s most beautiful girl is mine.” and this marked the beginning of one of the most beautiful relationships you’ve had the privilege to be a part of, and you couldn’t be happier.