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safe place | k.sunwoo

synopsis: this treehouse was your safehouse, it was your everything. what happens when the mysterious popular kid from school finds out about the said treehouse? there was no way you weren’t going to lay some ground rules. but maybe.. just maybe, this might just be the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

pairing: tbz’s sunwoo x f!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 3.4k

network(s): @kflixnet

warnings: swearing

leona was listening to: boyfriend by ariana grande

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“mom, i’m going out now!” you screamed out, your voice echoing throughout the house. once you heard her voice muttering out a small, ‘be safe!’, you were out the door, a thick book jammed in between your arms as you began walking with a spring in your steps.

while you were already 19 years old, your mom was always wary of your whereabouts as per usual despite her knowing full well that you could take care of yourself. plugging in your earpieces, you indulge yourself in the common sights around your childhood neighbourhood. the old man and his dog walking slowly, the woman who had been selling street food for as long as you could remember, the iconic 150-year-old tree round the corner. these were the little core memories stored in your brain.

too caught up in your own reverie, you failed to realise that you were walking straight into a stranger’s back. the laundry detergent lingering on his jacket immediately hits your nose as you come crashing into him. you stumbled back a little due to the impact, clutching your nose. the stranger had emitted a very soft yelp as he turned around, alarmed.

you were wondering why the hell was he just standing in the middle of the road when you realised that your footsteps had led you towards the small sidewalk where the guy rested against the wall. you immediately bowed your head, stringing out a course of apologies since it was your fault that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.

as you raised your head after not getting a response, you realised that you knew this guy. he definitely went to your school. he had his hood pulled over his head just like that guy always did.

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your highschool was an affiliated school which meant that it had its own middle school. this also meant that everyone technically knew one another in a way. but.. that wasn’t your case. you had come from the other middle school closer to town so when you got accepted into this highschool, you barely knew a few acquaintances.

fortunately for you, you made friends pretty easily due to the outgoing nature of girls around you. they were more than happy to allow you into their friend group. as you guys huddled around two tables, giggling to each other like what every other highschool girl would do, a boy with striking reddish-pink hair came strolling into the classroom, the grey hood not doing him any justice since it barely covered his face. well, if that was what he was going for, you assumed.

“hey guys, who’s that?” you asked, interrupting whatever topic of discussion they were going about earlier. the girls followed your line of sight to see that you were staring at the one and only, kim sunwoo. “ooh, does our y/n have a little crushie?” your friend teased you knowingly. the girl beside her only nudged her shoulder, objecting to her advances, “hey, don’t give her any ideas! y/n, it’s best if you don’t mingle with him, he’s quite popular and hates it when people talk to him.” what she had said made the others hum in agreement, nodding along. you sighed as you simply watched him rest his head on top of his arms, the girls continuing their conversation.

you wanted to get to know him more but you knew it was probably wiser for you to listen to your friends for now, since you were new to the school and everything.

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‘he changed his hair colour..’ you thought, taking note of the dark chestnut brown tone that had taken over the previous bold colour. you had been staring at him for awhile, causing him to let out a quick cough, “it’s okay,” and just like that, he took off in the opposite direction, leaving you at a loss for words. you gasped when you saw that a bit of your foundation had smudged on the back of his sweater but you could barely say anything since he was gone. what the heck just happened? his actions left you with a flurry of thoughts. you shrugged off his behaviour and continued going your own way.

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the next saturday had rolled around, it was another uneventful weekend yet again but you had no complaints since you spent most of your time in the treehouse anyways. speaking of which, you were currently walking to the treehouse. as the sole of your sandals began to hit the gravelly path instead of the smooth concrete road, you knew you were nearby. this treehouse was tucked away from the bustling city and instead placed somewhere near the middle of the forest near the area.

it had always been here without any occupants or residents coming around to claim it as theirs so you went by your own free will to visit the scenic place. like mentioned above, the treehouse was already present when you were about 10 years old. it was just that as you grew older, you found yourself frequenting the said treehouse. it gave you time to relax and wind down all by yourself. it was your second home.

while the setting of the place looked straight out of a horror movie and it seemed like you were just waiting for something bad to happen to you, how you felt visiting the place was very contrasting to the scenario in most peoples’ heads. from where you were standing, you could see the tall treehouse beginning to come into view. you sped up your pace just a little since you were eager to take a seat after walking quite a distance from home.

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it had been a few hours since you first arrived earlier in the day. you had occupied yourself with the books you had brought along as you snuggled into the pillows and blanket that had been set up in the corner. you were in a daze as you really immersed yourself into the story, eyebrows furrowed as a fight scene was being carried out.

just as the good part was rolling around, the creaking of the ladder made you stop in your tracks. your entire body froze up as your grip on your book tightened. if this was a robber or a serial killer, you were done for, you most definitely didn’t have any materials to defend yourself with. you braced yourself for whoever was going to come up the ladder but once you made eye contact with the person, a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding escaped your lips. your shoulders sagged in relief as you ran your fingers through your hair, glad that it wasn’t a weirdo.

“what are you doing here?” sunwoo questioned, letting himself in, sitting by the entrance. “what are you doing here? i’ve always been here and i’ve never seen you here, kindly, go away,” you replied, your eyes narrowing, scrutinising his every move. “what? is this your property or something? did you build it?” he retaliated, seeming actually curious but still adding a hint of sass into his tone. “n-no! but! i might as well own this treehouse, i’ve always hung out here since i was ten.”

“i don’t see your name here, miss y/n,” he said, leaning in just a little closer, “pretty sure this is public property anyways.” you would be lying if you said his actions didn’t make butterflies swarm around in your stomach a bit but you had no idea he was this annoying. “well, i’m not willing to share it, this is practically my second home! i’m not going to let you disrupt my peace,” you said, slamming your book shut, getting up, ready to kick him out even though what he had said was completely true.

“wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding his arms out to stop you, “don’t you dare think i didn’t see your little makeup stain at the back of my hoodie, you kinda owe me for that, don’t you think?” he had the audacity to smirk up at you as your jaw hung agape at what he had said. “uh, you see, i was going to tell you but at the sonic-ass speed you were walking, i couldn’t call out to you?” you tried to explain yourself, rambling on instead but the incredulous look he was giving you made you nervous under his stare.

“ugh! fine, you can stay here but! i’m going to have to lay some ground rules,” you gave in, folding your arms. “i don’t see how that’s fair but anything that makes you happy, y/n,” he chuckled, tilting his head a little, shooting you that look! that look that made you want to melt into a puddle right there and then. holding back from your desires, you cleared your throat. “o-okay then, it’s settled, meet back here tomorrow at 3pm, i gotta go now.” stumbling over your words, you hurriedly packed your stuff, opened the door and was about to go down the ladder when he spoke, “do you want me to walk you home? it’s pretty dark outside.”

and that was how you two ended up walking in silence towards your house. you thought that it was going to be awkward but it turned out to be pretty comfortable. don’t get me wrong, you didn't dislike sunwoo at all but he did make you pretty nervous. something about him made your heartstrings pull despite him not doing anything to purposefully make girls like him. furthermore, you never really talked to him, only when your teacher put you two together for cleaning duty. but, you also didn’t say anything to each other even then.

you caught yourself sneaking glances towards the boy as the street lights illuminated his features. as he glanced down towards you, you quickly turned your head to look down at your shoes. thankfully, you guys were near your house already. at the front door, you weren’t sure what to say to him so you just waved a little and he returned the action. he only walked away when you closed the door. you got to work creating rules.

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pacing around the treehouse, you were waiting for sunwoo to arrive, the paper folded into a roll in your hands. as soon as you heard someone coming up the ladder, you took a seat on one of the beanbags, seeming as though you weren’t panicking about seeing him again.

you looked up at him, expecting him to come empty handed but there he stood with two plastic bags in his hands, full of snacks. “here, it’s your favourite right?” he asked, offering you your favourite brand of chips. how did he even know that you liked it? did he watch you buying it in school? you were confused but nonetheless, accepted it from him, thanking him as well. he shot you the cutest smile you had ever seen as he sat next to you on the other beanbag.

“so.. rules, huh?” he said, cheeks full of food, looking just like a chipmunk. you stared at him momentarily before you turned your gaze to the paper on the table. “yeah, i’m not gonna read it out, see it for yourself,” you pushed the paper towards him. he dusted off his hands on his jeans before grabbing the paper.

“hm, i could agree to all these,” he trailed off. you sighed, triumphantly that he agreed so easily. “great! then, sign here-” you said, pointing to the corner of the paper. “ah, wait but cancel rule 3, i need my drinks!”

“no way! if ants come here and infest the place, we’re gonna die,” you over exaggerate the ‘die’ a little. “aah, please, y/n!” he whined, giving you those enchanting eyes. the way he acted so coyly made your heart thump against your chest and you were sure he could’ve heard it if he listened in closer.

“fine! but the moment cockroaches and other insects come here, you’re dealing with it!” you grumbled. “it’s fine, i’ll get eric to do all of it,” he muttered under his breath, but composed himself, nodding to you eagerly as he watched you cross out rule 3 which he then signed the paper. you guys shook hands as a sign of truce and ended up watching a movie on the mini projector sunwoo brought along.

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it had been 2 weeks since you guys established the little peace treaty over sharing the treehouse. sunwoo had been a lovely occupant since he actually followed the rules, always making sure to tell you whenever he wanted to swing by. you found yourself actually enjoying his company as much as you wanted to deny it by all means.

you were working on your little scrapbook journal when you heard a series of knocks on the wooden door. pausing your work, you stood up from the makeshift chair to open the door for him. as you took awhile to actually get the door, he knocked yet again. “password?” you asked, awaiting his response. “y/n is better than sunwoo,” he said reluctantly with a hint of a sigh escaping his lips. you snickered to yourself, swinging the door open. “took you long enough,” he said, shoving a grape flavoured lollipop into your hands.

often when he came at the same time as you did, he always brought snacks for you, regardless if you asked for it or not. his small gestures all conspired to you having such strong feelings for him. if only he knew. you closed the door behind him as you saw him flipping through your unfinished scrapbook. “i’m not done with it yet,” you said, shooing him off as he stepped away with a pout.

“so.. why’d you come here?” you asked him, opting to sit on the floor instead. “i missed you,” seeing your unreadable expression, he played it off, “..haha, as if! i just wanted to, duh,” he covered up his previous statement, sprawling himself on the floor, head on your lap. it was normal for him to do such a thing nowadays but you couldn't ever get over your crush laying down on your lap. you turned your attention to the book you picked out as he also did his own things.

you couldn’t ask for a better ideal hang out honestly.

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at this point, rule 1 had become irrelevant since the two of you ended up spending time together all the time at the treehouse so it wasn’t needed to have separate timings. you guys grew comfortable in the presence of the other person and always had time to watch movies and play card games with one another. if you told your past self this, there was no way she would’ve believed it. sunwoo had always been reserved and quiet in school so to see him to almost be one of your closest friends amazed you. you thought he was those snobby popular kids, but he was actually just misunderstood and needed time warming up to others.

you were usually the one who arrived at the treehouse before sunwoo but today was special since you had to help out your parents a little with moving something. sunwoo was the one who reached your little safe haven first. you raised your hand to knock on the door and waited for him to ask for the password. “password?” he asked from the opposite of the door, his voice alone causing your stomach to churn. you smiled, proud of the password you made, “y/n is better than sunwoo,”

you expected the door to swing open but it remained shut as you heard laughter from behind the door, “wrong!” you can’t believe he played you at your own game. “ah! c’mon, sunwoo~ you never tell me whenever you change the password!!” you groaned at his playfulness. “try again, then, you still have 2 tries before you’re locked out! forever!” his evil laughter ringing your ears. “sunwoo is better than y/n,” you said, wishing it was right. “nope! but thanks, it’s the truth.” you were for sure going to give him a good punch afterwards.

“give me a hint then!” you whined, smacking your hand to the door more impatiently. “i’ll just tell you, it’s ‘i like you’, i don’t want you to be locked out anyways,” he said, his voice turning a bit after this time and he didn’t sound as playful as before. you were caught off guard at the new password he created but you didn’t want to question it to make you more hopeful only for it to be crushed. so, you said it with a little hesitancy. “i like you,” you were greeted with sheer silence before you heard him say something, “oh that’s cool, me too!” the door abruptly swung open, almost knocking you off the stairs if it weren’t for sunwoo pulling you in.

the pure shock painted across your face said it all. what did he mean by that? here you were, in the arms of your crush, just after he may have returned your feelings. you stared at his face for any signs of him wanting to laugh but there was none. “hey, stop playing with me,” you said, looking down, releasing yourself from his grip. he grabbed your hands in his own and the other hand gently pulled your chin up so you looked at him directly, “y/n.. i’m really not, do you think i’m lying if i came to the treehouse at every moment i got free time? i don’t even live in this neighbourhood, why would i take the time to come to this treehouse if i didn’t like you?” your breath hitched at the sincerity of his words. you had no idea he felt this way.

“it’s hard to say but the moment i laid eyes on you, everything, every instance has been about you, you are everything to me, y/n,” he expressed his feelings towards you in the most loving, warm tone you had ever heard. you guys just relished in the small moment before you wanted to speak your thoughts too.

“i.. like you too, sunwoo, and not in a friendly way, just making sure,” you said, a grin forming on your lips, your words making him laugh himself. “yes, of course, not in a friendly way.” he pulled you closer into his embrace, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, your arms snaking around his waist as your head rested on his chest.

the ambience of the place felt just right, it was cozy with the fairy lights the two of you decided to hang up twinkling in the background.

this was it. this was your safe place. both the treehouse and sunwoo. it was everything you wanted and more. he was your person and you were his.

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i decided to do something different rather than continuing the tiktok series first! i hope you guys liked it, i don’t really like the ending but i have no idea on how to make it better :((

love, leona!

yellow carnations | j.changmin

synopsis: having a crush on your neighbourhood florist might be something out of a romance book but yours seemed like it came out of a book of misfortune.

pairing: tbz’s q x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

wc: 1.4k

network(s): @kflixnet

warnings: sad ending

leona was listening to: old love by yuji

not proofread 

“welcome!” a very familiar voice called out to you as you entered the quaint flower shop, the bell chiming above you. “oh, hey y/n,” changmin said as he saw who came into his parents’ shop. to be frank, he wasn’t surprised to see you here as you seem to be here every other day for god knows what reason but he just assumed you found comfort in the floral scent.

“hi, changmin. i’ll be at the café stand first,” you waved then pointing to the makeshift drink stand the flower shop had by the corner. he nodded and you took the cue to leave. while the reason you kept coming here was somewhat true, let’s face it, the bigger reason why you came was because of said boy. 

changmin and his parents had moved to your city for the last three years and you still remember how you felt when you first saw him during your afternoon stroll. his blonde hair immediately caught your attention and you made it a mission to find out more about him.

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humming a tune under your breath, you weren’t too alert of your surroundings which lead to you crashing into a guy carrying several plastic bouquets. “woah! oh my, i’m so sorry,” you immediately got down to your knees and helped him pick up the dropped flowers when you regained your senses. 

the flowers were absolutely beautiful and you had never seen them before. an exotic flower? “wow, these are so pretty! i’m sorry i dropped them..” you trailed, finally looking up at the taller male, immediately taken aback by his looks. “heh, it’s okay, it didn’t do too much damage,” he chuckled, gripping the bouquets tighter before continuing, “these are actually crocuses, they symbolise new beginnings.” 

“ooh, how do you know so much?” you were intrigued to say the least, a boy pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly spitting out flower symbols? “well first, hi, i’m changmin. my parents and i just moved into the neighbourhood and we’re setting up our family flower shop just down this road,” he explained. 

“that’s so cool! i’m y/n, i’ll be sure to come visit,” you smiled gently at the thought of meeting him more often. “yea, of course. i have to go now, see you around y/n,” he waved goodbye, a whiff of his perfume lingered in your nose as he walked past you. 

oh boy, he has you wrapped around his finger for sure.

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here you were, sat at a small table, sipping your strawberry acai refresher as you watched changmin mingle with the customers and not hesitating to help them out whenever they needed it. you couldn’t help but allow a grin to form on your face, seeing his outgoing personality. 

“y/n, if you’re in love with my son, just tell me, i’ll do the rest!” changmin’s mom came from the storage room, approaching you with a knowing look. “mrs ji, it’s not like that,” you played it off, a red hue basically forming on your cheeks. “yea, yea, denial is the first step,” she laughed at you before stirring her own mug of coffee. 

the two of you continued your conversation when changmin finally came over when the store’s peak hour was over. “i’ll leave you guys to it,” his mom kinda threw you under the bus with that comment and that smirk on her face but changmin didn’t see it or pretended not to see it because he didn’t say anything. 

“so, may i be of any assistance today, miss y/n?” he asked, jokingly. “hm, i think so, sir changmin! what’s a flower that represents admiration?” you played along, which was something he was definitely not expecting but he took in your words. “well, you could get either dianthuses or dahlias, both have several meanings but admiration is one of the more known reasons,” he placed his chin on his palm, pondering about his flower knowledge. 

you simply nodded but his words caught you off-guard, “what do you need them for?” coughing slightly, you could only reply, “it’s for.. research! yeah! a uni project, mhm.” you didn’t think he was this gullible but he bought your reason and abruptly stood up. he reached behind the counter before he handed you a small A5 sized book, “floriography”. 

when you flipped through it, you were surprised to see detailed illustrations of flowers and their symbols, “oh wow, what is this book?” 

“i got it when i first started getting into this florist industry so i figured this would be really informative for your project, feel free to borrow it for as long as you’d like!” he beamed at you and your heart could only take so much. “a-are you sure? doesn’t this mean a lot to you?” you stuttered, not believing what changmin is doing for you. “i mean, yea but you need it more,” he sheepishly grinned and you only threw your arms around his shoulder. “thank you!” 

you left the flower shop with a giddy feeling, book close to your chest as you hugged it. you did feel bad because first, this book means a lot to him and second, you didn’t even have a uni project. you simply had admiration for changmin. i mean, he was an amazing florist and he could’ve been doing what he enjoys but he instead took care of his family business, starting at a young age. you were head over heels for him.

you were scanning the pages when two flowers caught your eyes. ‘red tulips’ and ‘gladiolus’. red tulips meant passion and love, almost saying “my feelings are true” while gladiolus had the symbolism of infatuation and admiration. seeing these, you took it as the perfect time to send these to changmin. 

it was a really bold step but you felt that you had kept this crush on him for the longest time already, the timing should be right. the worst that could happen was he would reject you and you will have to put up with that..

who are you kidding? your world would probably crash down and you’d die of embarrassment! your own thoughts made this so much harder to decide what to do. but, before you knew it, you were already placing a bouquet of red roses, tulips and gladiolus on the flower shop doorstep, an hour before the shop would start to operate. 

you don’t know what came over you but you felt like you had to run away so you did. run away from these thoughts of uncertainty and insecurity. you prayed for him to return the feelings and you could only pace around the room, waiting for a reply. 

several days had passed and you completely avoided the shop incase changmin would feel uncomfortable because he has yet to reply to you. even though you badly wanted to see him, you’d rather not make matters worse. 

you were in your room, drawing flower sketches all over your notes when the doorbell rang. you begrudgingly stepped towards the front door and was met with a bouquet of yellow flowers. a card on the front had your name on it so you immediately brought it to your room. 

you took a deep breath in before ripping the card apart from the staple. it read, “to: y/n, from: changmin”. wait, changmin? he gave you flowers? oh my god, he gave you flowers! today was a happy day and that was the only thing you could think of.

you hastily opened the card and he only wrote two words in there. “yellow carnations.”

hold on, these words were familiar to you. you’ve seen this in the book he gave you before. you were almost like a mad woman, flipping and scanning through every page until you found ‘yellow carnations’. you hoped for the best but the words written in the book only made you feel like digging a hole in the backyard for yourself.

“yellow carnations symbolise rejection and disdain.”

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sorry for being inactive, this has been sitting in my drafts, so might as well post it!

love, leona