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poly / ot6

“ily” “oops wrong person” - ( @serejae ) fluff, crack, NAHH BC SUNGHO AND LEHAAN ARE CRAYCRAY

what breaks them after a break up - ( @trashcigs ) angst, the teasan and leehan ones hit really hard

accidental cofessions - ( @minkkumaz ) fluff, crack, KSDJFHSKJ "thank you and condolences" this had me cackling fr, and leehan never beating the oddball allegations LMAOOOO

sungho

i´ll be adding them soon

jaehyun

on wednesday we wear pink - ( @snoozbin ) fluff, loser!myungjae

heartache - ( @zynz0 ) angst, fluff. you and jaehyun argue and you storm off, jaehyun is a mess when you come back. SO ANGSTYYY and tbh i live for this, smdfb im an angst loving hoe

texts with bf jaehyun - ( @slytherinshua ) text, fluff, so cuteeeeee

texts with bf jaehyun - ( @slytherinshua ) text, fluff, HE´S SO POOKIE FR OMGGG :((

texts bnd sends you bf!jaehyun - ( @kyswoo ) text, fluff, crack. SOO FUNN so cute so wholesome :(, whole thing had me smiling at my laptop like a fool :D

riwoo

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taesan

falling in love at first sight - ( @jnnul ) fluff, crack, college au, basketball player!taesan, nurse!reader, he´s down baddddbasically he falls in love at first sight,,,with the same girl,,,three times LMAOOOO, such a nice cute fun read, i loved it sm

leehan

did we just fall in love? - ( @slytherinshua ) fluff, meet cute. naaahhhh they´re lit made for each other bc what do you mean both of them own pet fishes

leehan as your bf - ( @lionhanie ) FLUFF, omg he´d be such a chill loving fun cutesy handsome bf :((((((( I NEED HIM

he can´t stop staring at his gf boobs - ( @0310s ) smut, fluff, perv!leehan, STOOOP this was so gewd dflksdjfj i love when men are obsessed. I also think he would totally be a boobs man

woonhak

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CRUSH ON HIS TUTOR | KIM WOONHAK X READER

PAIRING: younger! tutee! kim woonhak x two years older! tutor! fem! reader

SUMMARY: Woonhak has a cute crush on his two years older tutor, Y/n.

GENRE: fluff, crush, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: just a cute short imagine about woonhak having a crush on someone who is older -- i’m still on campus and i really want to go home ( ￣＾￣) i am writing notes but at the same time thinking about story ideas so at one point i wrote down my story idea into my notes 🧍🏻‍♀️welp, enjoy!

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Laughter echoed around the small dorm room as Leehan and the rest of the group were in the middle of a chaotic video game session. The air was light, filled with jokes and playful banter, but Woonhak barely noticed any of it.

He was sitting on the couch, controller in hand, staring blankly at the screen. His thoughts, however, were nowhere near the game. They were on her—Y/n, his tutor, and Leehan’s friend. His mind kept replaying little moments with her: the way her lips quirked up when she caught him making a mistake during their study sessions, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was concentrating.

"Why do I keep thinking about her?" he wondered, frustrated at how easily she occupied his thoughts. "She’s two years older... She probably doesn’t even think of me that way."

“Yo, Woonbaby!” Jaehyun called out, waving a hand in front of his face. “You alive over there?”

He blinked, startled, and realized all five of his friends were now staring at him. He hadn't said a word in the last ten minutes, and clearly, they’d noticed.

“Seriously, man,” Riwoo laughed, “you’ve been completely zoned out. What’s up?”

“Did you even hear anything we said?” Leehan added, raising an eyebrow as he smirked.

The tips of Woonhak's ears turned red. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to shrug off the attention. “I—I’m fine. Just... thinking about stuff.”

“Ohhh, thinking about stuff?” Taesan said with a teasing grin. “Does this stuff happen to be a girl?”

The room immediately erupted in laughter and catcalls. Woonhak's face heated up even more as he tried to wave them off, but his friends weren’t having it.

“Look at him! His ears are red!” Riwoo pointed out, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, dude, who is it?”

“Yeah, spill it,” Taesan chimed in. “You got a crush or something?”

“No, I don’t!” Woonhak blurted, his voice a bit higher than usual. He knew denying it only made them more suspicious, but he couldn’t help it. His flustered reaction only fueled their teasing.

Leehan leaned back, smirking knowingly. “You know, Y/n mentioned something the other day. She said you’ve been spacing out a lot during your tutoring sessions.”

At the mention of her name, Woonhak stiffened. “She—she said that?” he stammered, his heart racing.

“Oh yeah,” Leehan continued, clearly enjoying the situation. “She said she’ll ask you a question and you’ll just sit there, staring at your notes like you’ve never seen them before.”

His friends burst into laughter again, and Woonhak wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. He could feel his face burning as he tried to play it cool. “That’s—she’s exaggerating...”

Jaehyun wasn’t letting it go, though. “Yeah? Then why’re you turning red just hearing her name?”

Before he could stop himself, Woonhak blurted out, “Did she say anything else about me?”

That made the room go silent for a split second, and then all hell broke loose.

“Aha! So there is someone!” Sungho shouted triumphantly, slapping Jaehyun on the back. “I knew it!”

Leehan grinned, crossing his arms as he gave Woonhak a teasing look. “So you’re interested in what she thinks, huh?”

“I’m not—I mean—” Woonhak sputtered, feeling more flustered by the second. His mind was racing with possibilities, wondering if Y/n had noticed him the way he’d started to notice her. He thought about the way she’d laugh softly when she caught him spacing out during their tutoring sessions, how she’d patiently explain things again even though she must have been annoyed.

“Dude, you’re so obvious,” Riwoo teased. “You’ve got it bad for her, huh?”

Woonhak threw his hands up in defeat. “Okay, fine, whatever. Yes, maybe I’ve been... thinking about her. A little.”

The room exploded into cheers and shouts of “I knew it!” and “Finally!” Woonhak sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to live this down anytime soon.

But underneath all the teasing, a small part of him wondered—What did she think of him?

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The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of pages and the distant hum of air conditioning. Woonhak sat across from Y/n, his books spread out in front of him, but his attention was far from the math problem she was explaining. Instead, his gaze kept drifting back to her—how her lips moved as she spoke, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, and how effortlessly confident she always seemed.

“Are you even listening?” Y/n asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts.

Woonhak blinked, realizing he hadn’t heard a word. She was now waving a hand in front of his face, her brows furrowed in slight concern.

“Uh, yeah—sorry,” he stammered, sitting up straighter and pretending to refocus on his notes. “I’m listening.”

She wasn’t convinced. Leaning back in her chair, Y/n crossed her arms and gave him a knowing look. “You’ve been spacing out a lot today. What’s on your mind?”

His heart raced at her question. What’s on my mind? You. Always you. But there was no way he was going to admit that. Instead, he quickly waved it off, trying to sound casual. “It’s nothing, just... tired, I guess.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly not buying it but deciding to drop the subject. “Alright, fine. Let’s move on to the next topic.”

As she began flipping through her textbook, Woonhak felt a surge of boldness. His mind raced with possibilities. Maybe now was the time. They were alone—or at least he thought they were. Taking a deep breath, he decided to go for it.

“Hey,” he started, his voice a bit too casual, “just out of curiosity... what do you think about younger guys?”

Y/n paused, her pen hovering over the page. Slowly, she looked up, her eyes narrowing in amusement as she caught on to his line of questioning. “Younger guys?” she repeated, a teasing smile forming on her lips.

He nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, though his heart was pounding. “Yeah, like... would you ever date someone younger?”

Her smile widened, clearly enjoying his attempt at subtlety. “Hmm,” she said, tapping her chin as though giving it serious thought. “I don’t mind younger guys—younger guys who can pass their exams, that is.”

Woonhak felt a spark of hope. His confidence surged, and before he could think twice, the words were out of his mouth. “Okay, so... if I ace my next exam, will you go on a date with me?”

The question hung in the air between them, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. Y/n blinked in surprise, and then, to his relief, she giggled softly, shaking her head.

“You’re cute,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Alright, Woonhak. You ace your exam, and I’ll go on a date with you.”

His heart leaped. He couldn’t believe it. A date. With her. He tried to play it cool, but his grin betrayed him. “Deal. I’ll study harder than ever.”

Just as he was about to bask in his newfound confidence, a chorus of whispers and stifled laughter erupted from behind a nearby shelf. Before he could react, five familiar faces popped out from behind the bookshelves—his group of friends, who had clearly been eavesdropping the entire time.

“Whoa, Woonbaby! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Jaehyun teased, clapping him on the back.

“Did you really just ask her out right here in the library?” Taesan added, grinning from ear to ear.

Woonhak's face turned bright red as his friends swarmed around the table, throwing in playful jabs and comments. “Shut up, guys!” he hissed, trying to wave them away. “Go away, you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

But they weren’t about to let it go. “Woonhakie's got a date! He’s in love!” Riwoo sang in a mocking tone, while Sungho pretended to swoon dramatically.

Meanwhile, Y/n watched the scene unfold with an amused expression, trying—and failing—to hide her laughter. She looked at Woonhak with a teasing smile, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Looks like you’ve got a fan club.”

Mortified, Woonhak buried his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this...”

Leehan leaned in, smirking. “You’re really going to have to ace that exam now, Woonhakie. No pressure.”

Still blushing, Woonhak groaned. “Can you guys just leave?”

His friends finally relented, walking away while still snickering among themselves. Woonhak let out a sigh of relief, but the embarrassment still burned on his face.

Y/n, clearly entertained by the whole situation, leaned forward and gave him an encouraging smile. “You’ll be fine. Just focus on passing, okay?”

He nodded, still flustered but more determined than ever. “Yeah... I’ll do my best.”

And as they returned to studying, Woonhak couldn’t help but feel that, despite his friends’ teasing, the day had turned out pretty well.

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𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕁𝕣 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 ( ℍ𝕐𝔹𝔼 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪) - ζΨιΞ - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟 - ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕐𝔹𝔼 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕥.

𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 - ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 “𝕀𝕥” 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝. ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐/ℕ 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪.

𝕓𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦 - ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 - 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕣.

ℍ𝕌𝔼ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕂𝔸𝕀 - 𝕂𝕒𝕚 𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕝 ℍ𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥.

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕨𝕠𝕟 - 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕐𝔹𝔼 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕞𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕪 𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪.

𝕁𝕒𝕪 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕘𝕠𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕣.

𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 - 𝕊𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕓 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥.

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕔 𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕝, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕪. 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟.

𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕠 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖.

𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚 - ℕ𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒 ℝ𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪.

𝕞𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤.

𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾ℍ𝕆 - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪.

ℝ𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕜’𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖.

𝕋𝔸𝔼𝕊𝔸ℕ - ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗, 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖.

𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕟 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖.

𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕜 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥, 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕟.

ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕁𝕣 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤

Let's go to the beach-each (nicki minaje - starships) Let's go get a wave

ᨓ 。kim donghyun x fem reader ꒰🌊꒱ ﹕fluff ﹕+8.5k contains: surfer!leehan and lifeguard!fem reader, slight enemies to lovers and slight slowburn, mention of the rest of BND members THIS IS FOR THE #SWY EVENT COMING 2 U BY @onedoornet ┈─★

The sun blazed overhead as you stood at your lifeguard post, scanning the ocean for any signs of trouble. Busan’s beach was packed, as always, with tourists and locals soaking up the summer heat. You squinted against the sunlight, and there he was—again.

Leehan, the surfer who consistently defined the rules.

Leehan was the type of surfer who thrived on teasing and stirring up playful trouble, especially with anyone who dared to challenge him. He had a natural, effortless charm, the kind that made people—especially girls—think they had his attention when, in reality, he was always a step ahead, never letting anyone get too close.

His laid-back attitude, paired with his sharp wit, made him irresistible to most, and they often mistook his flirtatious smirks and lighthearted jabs for something more. But Leehan wasn’t one to be tied down or caught up in romantic expectations. To him, the fun lay in the game, not in the commitment, and he enjoyed keeping people guessing, always in control, never truly letting anyone see past the surface.

He rode a wave effortlessly, his form sharp and perfect as he carved through the water. It would’ve been impressive if it weren’t for the fact that he always surfed in the restricted areas, despite your repeated warnings. You huffed, standing up and blowing your whistle loud enough for him to hear, waving your arm to signal him back to the safe zone.

But instead of acknowledging you, he threw you a cocky smirk while waving his hand, returning the gesture, and kept riding the wave. Your blood boiled. This was the third time this week.

After what felt like an eternity of him ignoring you, he finally paddled back to shore, dripping wet and grinning as if nothing was wrong. He sauntered up to where you stood, his surfboard tucked under his arm.

"Something wrong, lifeguard?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Yeah, there is," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. "That area is off-limits. You know that."

Leehan shrugged, flicking his wet hair back, and your eyes couldn't lose the opportunity to see his neckbone stretch out, his Adam's apple on full display. "I wasn’t causing any trouble. Just catching a wave."

"You’re going to cause an accident," you retorted, standing your ground. "If you don’t follow the rules, I’ll have to ban you from the beach."

He grinned wider, clearly not taking you seriously. "You think you can handle that?"

Your irritation flared. "Don’t test me, Leehan. I’m here to keep people safe, not babysit rebellious surfers."

"Whatever you say, lifeguard," he said, mocking with his tone, turning away as if the conversation was over. "Just try not to get too worked up over little things."

His winked at you as he left; you watched him walk off, fuming. You sighed and sank back into your chair, the familiar sound of waves crashing against the shore doing little to calm your nerves.

Busan Beach was supposed to be a peaceful escape, a break from the chaos of Seoul, where you could spend the summer doing something productive, just like your grandfather had encouraged. Instead, it felt like you had signed up for a full-time job babysitting an unruly, reckless surfer.

Mingyu, the head lifeguard, had warned you about Leehan the first day you showed up in your red lifeguard suit, excited and ready to take on the challenge of keeping the beach safe. He’d pulled you aside and told you in no uncertain terms, “Watch out for Leehan. He’s… persistent.”

You’d laughed it off back then, thinking it couldn’t be that bad. But after a few encounters with him pushing every boundary, you finally understood the exhausted look Mingyu had given you. Leehan wasn’t just persistent—he was relentless.

This rivalry had been building for weeks, and no matter how much you enforced the rules, Leehan never seemed to care. He was infuriating—arrogant, reckless, and completely unaware of how much he got under your skin.

The next day, it was the same routine. You on the tower, keeping an eye on everyone, and him in the water, pushing every boundary he could. By noon, you’d had enough and stormed over to where he was setting up his board.

"Do you enjoy making my job harder?" you asked, voice sharp.

He looked up at you, clearly amused by your frustration. "Maybe I just enjoy getting a rise out of you."

You opened your mouth to fire back, but before you could, a sudden scream cut through the air. You both turned toward the water, where a young boy was struggling in the strong current.

Without hesitation, you dropped everything and sprinted toward the water, adrenaline surging through your veins. You dove in, swimming as fast as you could to reach him, your training kicking in automatically.

Just as you reached the boy and grabbed him, you saw Leehan beside you, his strong arms helping to keep the boy afloat. You exchanged a brief, surprised glance before focusing on getting the boy back to shore.

Once on land, you both worked together to make sure the boy was okay, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. As soon as the boy’s parents arrived, you finally allowed yourself to breathe.

"Oh my God, I told you to not go there without dad! Thank you so much, darling." The mother of the boy hugged you so tight that you thought you were about to have a lack of oxygen anytime soon. You heard claps from the people that saw everything, and you blushed, bowing at them and returning to your tower, not noticing that Leehan was behind you.

You climbed back up to your lifeguard tower, your heart still racing from the rescue. The adrenaline had yet to leave your system, and you were trying to calm yourself when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Leehan; his familiar energy was unmistakable.

"What now?" you asked, not bothering to look at him as you plopped down into your chair, hoping the waves could drown out your lingering frustration.

Leehan’s voice came from closer than you expected. "That was impressive."

You blinked, surprised by the compliment. Turning slightly, you saw him standing there, no cocky smirk, no playful teasing. Just genuine respect in his eyes. It threw you off.

"You helped," you said, slightly begrudgingly but acknowledging the fact that he had been right there in the water with you, making sure the boy was safe. It was the first time you’d seen him take something seriously.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess I’m not always causing trouble, huh?"

You huffed, leaning back in your chair. "Don’t get used to it. You’re still on thin ice with me, surfer."

Leehan chuckled, the sound softer than usual. "I can live with that." He tilted his head, looking at you with curiosity. "You ever think maybe you’re a little too uptight? Not everything has to be a battle."

Your jaw clenched. "Not everything is a joke, Leehan. Some of us have responsibilities."

"And some of us know how to enjoy life while still being responsible," he countered, that familiar teasing edge slipping back into his tone. "Maybe you should try it sometime."

"Go to hell," you said, and he laughed at you. Well, at your answer. "Thankfully, I will only deal with you for the next two months."

"Two months?" you nodded, answering him while looking at the horizon, seeing how the majority of people were already leaving as a cool breeze started to feel.

"I'm going back to Seoul. Only coming here for my summer vacations and my grandpa." You look to your left, his body leaning against the balcony through which you could see everything, his gaze fixed on you.

You started to take your things, cleaning in the process some of the food you had eaten and writing a report for Mingyu—all of that in the presence of Leehan, who was giving you space.

Both of you left the tower; you left Leehan there, not thinking that he would only take his surfboard and run to you, catching you up.

"Where are you going?" Your eyes narrowed, feeling weird out for his drastic change of behavior.

"My grandpa's house." You pointed at the colorful house; you knew your dad was in the neighbor's house playing cards, so he won't embarrass you with a comment in the presence of Leehan.

The boy next to you let out a sigh. "I only have two months to bother you."

"You already bothered me for a month; I think I can handle two months, sadly."

"Oh, please, you love nagging me. You love me." He sang the "love" word, and you pushed him; he laughed as you once again left him behind. You reached the door of the house, your key opening it easily. Leehan left his surfboard on the sand and putted a hand on your door as you were about to close it. "I'm sorry."

"You wanna know something, Leehan? I love making memories at the beach, but right now you're causing me stress. Please, let me have a peaceful two months," he put a thinking face, looking at you short after.

"I will help you with that," your eyes shinned.

"You're not coming to the beach?" He scoffed at your answer.

"No, but I will help you make memories. Ones that you won't forget." You both stood there, his hand coming to your vision as he put a string of your hair to the back of your right ear. "Only if you let me."

"Good night, Leehan."

As the door clicked shut, you leaned your back against it, your heart still racing. Leehan's words echoed in your mind, that teasing tone now laced with something deeper, something unfamiliar. He'd always been a thorn in your side, a source of frustration, but tonight, something had shifted. His offer—no, his promise—lingered in the air.

"Only if you let me."

You shook your head, trying to shake off the warmth blooming in your chest.

The next few days went by in a blur of routine—keeping an eye on beachgoers, making sure everything was running smoothly. Leehan acted like nothing happened, and so did you. He wasn’t causing trouble like before. In fact, he stayed in the safe zones, and whenever you crossed paths, he’d flash you a soft grin. Keyword, soft.

If he wasn't in the safe zones, he was relaxing under the umbrella; even sometimes he would come to talk to you; no bickering and no fighting. You even got to know more about him; he was applying to an university in Seoul with his best friends; he had a dog; he got his first surfboard at the solid age of six; knowing small things makes you see him less insoferable.

This was one of those days, a small lunch break as he talked to you.

"Hey, can you not go at the same time as always?" You cleaned your mouth with a napkin, your eyebrows frowning.

"Why would I not do that? My shift is over by that." He put a finger between your brows, and you relaxed them.

"You said you want to make memories. Right?"

"Hey, Leehan!" You both heard a male scream. Looking from the balcony, there were five boys, all of them waving at the boy, and for the first time, you could see a big smile on his face.

"Sungho!" He looked at you as he stood up. "Meet me outside the tower. My friends came to surf." You didn't even have time to answer; he left, and you could see through the balcony how he jumped to his friends, making you smile at the brotherly view.

Time flew really slowly, watching the people and Leehan with his friends. You wouldn't admit it, but his friends were as handsome as him, but there was something about Leehan that simply made you look at him more. Just like he said, as you were going down the mini stairs the tower had, you could look at him in the distance with not one surfboard but with two. A few minutes past when he stood in front of you, the surfboards in both of his sizes.

"What are you doing?"

"More like, what are we doing?" He gently gave you a surfboard with a smile. "We are surfing."

"Yeah, there's no way I would do that." You pointed the surfboard, and he opened his eyes.

"Come on! It would be fun; what's stopping? Because, as far as I know, you are on vacation." You gulped, looking down at the sand.

"I don't know how to surf."

Leehan's lips curled into a teasing grin, his eyes lighting up. "You don't know how to surf? You’ve been a lifeguard this whole time and never tried."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you held your ground. "It's not like I haven’t thought about it. I just never had the chance, and I didn’t want to."

"Embarrass yourself?" He finished, stepping closer; the surfboard balanced easily under his arm. You looked away, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Don't worry. I’ll teach you."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "I don't need a cocky surfer trying to teach me something I’ll probably fail at."

Leehan tilted his head, his expression softening. "I'm not that bad of a teacher, you know. And I won't let you fail. Besides," he added with a wink, "you can’t leave here without making at least one memory that you’ll actually want to keep, right?"

You hesitated, watching as his teasing demeanor slowly faded into something more sincere. The offer was genuine. And there was something in his eyes—something that made you believe, for just a moment, that this wasn’t a game to him anymore. He was serious about making a memory with you.

"Fine," you sighed, taking the surfboard from his hand, the weight of it heavier than you expected. "But if I wipe out, it's on you."

Leehan laughed; the sound was warm and carefree. "Deal."

He guided you toward the water, explaining the basics as you walked side by side along the shore. His usual teasing was gone, replaced by patient instructions as he showed you how to balance, how to paddle, and how to read the waves. For the first time, you saw him differently—not as the rebellious, rule-breaking surfer who drove you crazy, but as someone who was genuinely passionate about the ocean and everything that came with it.

The sun was starting to set, casting a golden glow over the beach as you finally paddled out together. The waves were gentle, and Leehan stayed close, his eyes on you the entire time. "You ready?" he called out over the sound of the surf.

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest as you focused on staying steady.

"Okay, when the next wave comes, I want you to pop up and keep your knees bent. Don’t overthink it, just feel it," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

You waited, your breath catching in your throat as the wave approached. Leehan gave you a nod, and with all the courage you could muster, you popped up, your legs shaky but holding. For a brief, glorious moment, you were riding the wave, your heart soaring.

Then, just as quickly, you lost your balance and tumbled into the water with a splash.

When you resurfaced, sputtering and laughing despite yourself, Leehan was right there, grinning at you like he’d just witnessed the most impressive feat in the world. "Not bad for your first try!"

You playfully splashed water at him. "I wiped out."

He shrugged, still grinning. "You got up. That’s what counts."

You couldn’t help but smile, your earlier frustration melting away. There was something about the way he looked at you in that moment—like he was genuinely proud of you—that made your heart skip a beat.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you paddled back to shore, the soft sand welcoming your tired feet. Leehan walked beside you, the atmosphere between you lighter, more relaxed. For once, there was no teasing, no arguments—just an unspoken understanding.

"You did good today," he said, his voice softer than usual as he set his surfboard down.

"Thanks," you replied, brushing some sand off your arms. "I guess you’re not such a terrible teacher after all."

Leehan chuckled, but then his smile faded slightly as he looked at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual. "You know, I wasn’t kidding about what I said before."

You tilted your head, curious. "About what?"

"About making memories." He stepped closer, his expression more serious now, the playful, carefree surfer gone. "I want you to remember this summer… with me."

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. This wasn’t the cocky surfer who loved pushing your buttons. This was Leehan, standing in front of you, vulnerable for the first time. You could feel the weight of his words, the way they hung in the air between you.

"I…" you started, unsure of how to respond. Your heart was racing again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the adrenaline from the waves.

He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your skin. "I think I’ve been spending so much time trying to get a rise out of you because…" He trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I like being around you, lifeguard."

You blinked, the confession catching you completely off guard. "Leehan…"

He gave you a small, nervous smile—something you’d never seen from him before. "I know I can be a pain, but… I think we’re past that now, don’t you?"

For once, you didn’t have a sharp comeback. Instead, you found yourself nodding, your heart pounding in your chest as you took in the sight of him standing there, more open and vulnerable than you’d ever seen him.

"Yeah," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. "We are."

Leehan’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, the teasing smile replaced by something warmer, more genuine. "Good," he said quietly, his hand lingering on your arm for just a moment longer than necessary before he pulled away, his eyes still locked on yours. "Then let’s make this a summer to remember."

— : ☆

Another month and a half has passed, and you can’t count how many times you’ve gone out with Leehan. Each time surprises you—once, you were at an aquarium where he wouldn’t stop talking about fish (which was a pretty big surprise, considering how much he loved marine life), and another time you were decorating cookies at his house with his lovely grandma, who adored you.

Leehan had invited you to a quiet café hidden on the outskirts of the beach town, one with a view of the ocean but far away from the usual crowd of surfers and tourists. It was intimate and cozy, with soft music playing in the background and large windows that let in the golden light of the setting sun.

“So, this is one of my favorite spots,” Leehan said as you both settled into your seats. He smiled, but there was a nervousness behind it, like he was waiting for your reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, gazing out at the waves. “I didn’t even know this place existed.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Told you I had good taste.”

You spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing—about university, future plans, the places you’d want to visit. Leehan opened up more than usual, telling you about his worries about moving and not being accepted for university, about missing the place that made him grow, and about how he wasn’t sure if he was ready to leave behind this part of his life.

“I mean, I love surfing, but it’s not just that, you know?” he said, his voice softer than usual. “It’s… everything. The people. The memories. This summer.”

You glanced up at him, your chest tightening at the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. "You’ll miss it, won’t you?"

“Yeah.” He smiled faintly, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment before looking out at the ocean. “But I’ll miss you more. I like your personality, lifeguard.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than they should have been, making your pulse quicken. He wasn’t teasing. There was no playful glint in his eyes, no mischievous grin on his lips. It was just… him. Honest. Vulnerable.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you smiled softly, reaching across the table to lightly tap his arm. “I’ll miss you too, Leehan. I like your personality too, surfer.”

He looked down at your hand on his arm, his expression unreadable for a moment before he turned back to you. His hand slid over yours, gentle and warm, sending a shiver down your spine. “This summer,” he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. “It’s been different. Because of you.”

Your heart raced, the air between you thick with unspoken feelings. You wanted to say something—anything—to fill the silence, to break the tension, but you couldn’t. Instead, you stayed there, your hand still under his, the weight of his touch grounding you in the moment.

Before you could fully process what was happening, the waiter came by with your drinks, breaking the spell. Leehan pulled his hand away slowly, almost reluctantly, and you both shifted back into the comfortable rhythm of your conversation.

But the atmosphere had changed. There was a tension now, a soft, electric current running between you that neither of you could ignore.

As the evening went on, you wandered down to the beach together, the cool sand beneath your feet and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. The sky was a blend of purples and oranges, the last remnants of the sunset painting everything in a dreamy haze.

Leehan walked beside you in silence for a while, his hands tucked into his pockets. You glanced over at him, noticing the way his brow was furrowed slightly, like he was deep in thought.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, nudging him with your elbow.

He blinked, looking over at you with a small smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He hesitated for a moment before turning to face you fully, his gaze intense. “About creating your next memory”

You looked up at Leehan, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. The evening had been perfect, filled with quiet moments and laughter, and now, as you stood together on the beach with the ocean breeze swirling around you, his words felt like a promise.

“Creating my next memory?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leehan nodded, his smile softening. “Yeah. I want us to have more moments like this, you know? I want us to remember this summer not just as a time when we were friends but as something more.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the rush of emotions that were flooding over you. The way he spoke made it clear that this wasn’t just about summer or surfing; it was about something deeper, something real.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Leehan’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and affection. “It's a secret. And it will take time.”

"Really?" Leehan nodded as he took the stairs to your house along with you.

"Yeah, so you'll be free from me," you said, making a small pout.

"I started to get used to your annoying ass." You opened your door quietly; it was pretty late, and you knew your grandpa was sleeping.

Leehan put his palms on the door frame once I was inside, his face stretched to match mine. "Once again, you prove to me that you…"

"Don't do-"

"Love me." Like the first time, he sang the first word, but on the contrary, one month ago, this time you rolled your eyes with a smirk on your face, pushing him out as he gave you a smile.

"Goodnight, Leehan." You gave him your back to go to the kitchen, but his hand caught your waist and made you spin. Now you were face to face, your hands on his chest for support due to the sudden movement.

The moonlight bathed Leehan in a soft glow, casting a halo around him that made your heart skip a beat. His fingers lingered on your waist, his touch warm and gentle, as if he were testing the boundaries of the moment, unsure if he should take it further or let it fade.

You held your breath, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension between you. The electric current that had been building all evening was finally reaching its peak. His eyes searched yours, dark and intense, as though he was trying to find the courage to say what had been left unsaid for weeks.

“I’m serious,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'm going to make this last week with you memorable. I'll give you my word.” Your heart hammered in your chest, and you felt yourself leaning in, pulled toward him like the tide to the shore. His face was so close now, close enough that you could see the way his breath hitched. His lips went to your cheek in the softest way possible.

He took his hands off your body, now a soft smile in his face as he watched you. So ethereal, so beautiful, so unique.

"Good night, lifeguard."

— : ☆

It wasn’t like him to go radio silent, especially after what had happened that night at your house. You found yourself constantly checking your phone, hoping for a text, a call—anything that would explain why he was gone so suddenly. But there was nothing. The beach felt different without him—quieter, lonelier. Even the familiar sounds of the waves crashing against the shore weren’t enough to drown out the thoughts swirling in your mind.

Had something changed between you? Had you crossed a line that couldn’t be undone?

Your grandpa had noticed your distraction, but as always, he kept his words to himself, only offering the occasional knowing smile whenever you seemed particularly lost in thought. It was a week later, though, when he came to you, holding a package wrapped in delicate, sea-blue paper.

“This arrived for you,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement.

You blinked, looking between him and the package. “For me?”

He nodded, handing it over. “From Leehan. He said you’d know when to wear it.”

Your heart fluttered at the sound of his name, and with trembling fingers, you carefully unwrapped the package, noticing something written in the wrap paper.

"Tonight. Be ready at 7. I’ll be waiting on the beach."

Inside was a dress—a beautiful, flowing white dress, simple yet elegant, with delicate lace details around the neckline. It was the kind of dress that felt timeless, like something out of a fairytale.

"How does he know my size?" you whispered.

"I called your mother, and she gave it to me." Your grandpa surprised you, and he simply winked, leaving your room as you admired the dress.

By the time the sun began to set, you were standing at the edge of the beach, your toes sinking into the cool sand. The dress flowed softly with the breeze, and for a moment, you felt like you were in a dream, like you had stepped into one of those romantic movies where the ending was bittersweet but beautiful.

Ahead, you saw it—the soft glow of string lights hanging between two palm trees, illuminating a small table set for two. The sound of distant laughter carried through the wind, and as you got closer, you spotted Leehan’s friends: Woonhak, Taesan, Jaehyun, Sungho, and Riwoo. They were busy setting up the final touches, but the moment they noticed you, they gave you a wave before retreating, leaving the scene just for the two of you.

Leehan stood by the water’s edge, his back turned toward you, his hair ruffled by the wind. He was wearing a white shirt that matched the dress he had chosen for you, and as he turned to face you, his eyes softened. The moon had begun to rise behind him, casting a silver light over the beach, making the whole scene feel like something out of a storybook.

“You look…” His voice trailed off, his gaze lingering on you as if words weren’t enough to capture what he wanted to say. “…perfect.”

You smiled softly, stepping closer. “This is beautiful, Leehan. I can’t believe you did all this.”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “I had some help,” he admitted, nodding toward the group of friends who were now disappearing down the beach. “But I wanted tonight to be special.”

You glanced around at the lights, the candles flickering on the table, and the waves gently lapping at the shore. It was special—more than you could have ever imagined. But beneath the beauty of it all, there was a bittersweet undercurrent, a silent understanding that this summer, this moment, was coming to an end.

As you both sat down at the table, the conversation flowed easily at first—lighthearted, filled with laughter, stories of the past few weeks, and jokes about the lengths he went to keep the evening a surprise. But as the night deepened and the stars began to dot the sky, the mood shifted.

There was a heaviness now, a shared sadness that neither of you could ignore.

Leehan's eyes lingered on yours longer than usual, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on the both of you. The breeze carried the scent of saltwater, the distant hum of the ocean a constant reminder of the fleeting nature of this moment. You took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in your throat as the reality of the situation settled in. Two days. You had two days left together.

“I still haven’t heard back from the university,” Leehan said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was quieter now, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. “I keep checking my email, waiting for something, but nothing yet.”

Your heart clenched. You knew how much he wanted this, how hard he had worked to get to this point, and yet here he was—stuck in limbo, waiting for a future that still seemed so uncertain.

“I’m sure it’ll come,” you said, your voice gentle. “Maybe they’re just taking longer than usual.”

He gave a small, tight smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You both fell into silence again, the weight of the situation settling heavily between you. The string lights above flickered softly, casting warm, golden hues over the table, but they couldn’t chase away the growing ache in your chest.

Leehan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on the ocean. “You’re leaving in two days.”

It wasn’t a question, just a statement—a fact that hung in the air like a cloud over the evening. You swallowed hard, nodding.

“I know,” you whispered, your chest tightening. “It feels like this summer went by too fast.”

He nodded, still not meeting your eyes. “I didn’t want it to end like this. I didn’t want… us to end like this.”

The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with a force you hadn’t expected. Us. He had said it—acknowledging what had been growing between you all summer, the connection that neither of you had dared to put a name to.

“You know,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want this to end either.”

Leehan’s eyes finally met yours, and in that moment, the vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own. The emotions you had both been holding back all summer—fear, excitement, longing—were laid bare, unspoken but undeniable.

“Then why does it feel like we’re both saying goodbye?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the sadness in his tone echoing the ache in your own heart.

You didn’t have an answer. You didn’t know how to explain that sometimes things were too perfect to last. Sometimes, no matter how much you wanted to hold on, life had other plans. You reached across the table, your hand finding his, the warmth of his touch grounding you, even as everything else felt like it was slipping away.

“I’m going to miss you, surfer.” You whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “More than you know.”

Leehan squeezed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m going to miss you too, lifeguard.”

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of all the things you couldn’t say—how much you had come to care for him, how much this summer had changed you. But there was no need for words anymore. You both knew. The feelings were there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

But you wouldn’t say it. Not tonight. Not when the thought of saying goodbye was already too much to bear.

Instead, Leehan stood up, offering you his hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “I have one last surprise.”

You let him lead you down to the water’s edge, the cool waves lapping at your feet. The moon was high in the sky now, casting a silvery glow over the ocean, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

He pulled you into a slow dance, the sound of the ocean and the distant music from a small speaker he installed, blending together into a soft, romantic melody. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of you in his arms.

“Thank you for this,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. And in that moment, you knew. You both knew.

You were in love.

But it was a love you couldn’t hold on to, not right now. Not when the summer was ending and life was pulling you in different directions.

So, for tonight, you danced. You held on to each other as the waves whispered their goodbyes, as the stars blinked down from the sky, and as the world around you faded away. Because in this moment, you didn’t need to say anything.

— : ☆

You stood in the doorway, phone in hand, staring at the screen longer than you should have. The familiar weight in your chest grew heavier, pressing against your ribs as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. The house felt quieter now, the warmth of last night’s memory still lingering in the air. It was hard to believe that just hours ago, everything felt timeless, like your summer would never end. But now… it was real. You were leaving.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed the voice message icon and tried to keep your voice steady.

"Hey, Leehan. Sorry for bothering you. I know you're probably still sleeping, but my mom came earlier than expected, and…" Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to continue. "I'm leaving right now for Seoul."

A wave of sadness washed over you as you spoke, each word feeling heavier than the last. You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, to say something meaningful, something that could capture the bittersweet emotions flooding your heart. You wanted to thank him for everything—for all the memories, for the way he made this summer feel like something out of a dream.

"Thank you for everything, Leehan. For the beach, for the laughter, for… for making this summer unforgettable." You hesitated, unsure of how to end it. "I’ll miss you."

The words hung in the air, final and inevitable. You released the button, watching the message send with a soft whoosh. It felt like letting go of something precious, something you weren’t quite ready to part with.

You pocketed your phone and turned to face your grandpa, who stood in the doorway watching you with a sad but understanding smile. His arms opened, and without a word, you wrapped yours around him, squeezing tightly. The scent of the sea, the warmth of his flannel shirt—everything about him reminded you of this place, of home.

“I’ll miss you so much, grandpa,” you whispered, your voice breaking just a little. Tears pricked your eyes, but you blinked them away, not wanting this moment to end in sadness.

He patted your back softly, his voice steady. "I’ll miss you too, kiddo. But you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t forget that."

Pulling back, you offered him a watery smile, nodding as you wiped at your eyes. He glanced over at your mom, who was waiting in the car, then back at you.

"You can always come back, you know. This town… it’ll always be here. And so will I."

You nodded, but the heaviness in your heart remained. It was never just about the town. It was about everything that had happened here, the memories you were leaving behind—memories you weren’t ready to let go of, not yet.

With one last look at the house, the beach in the distance, and the path you had walked so many times with Leehan, you climbed into the car. Your mom smiled softly as you buckled in, but you couldn’t return it. Not yet.

The engine started, and as the car pulled away, you found yourself turning back, looking through the rearview mirror at the small beach town fading in the distance.

Leehan stood by your grandpa, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the bouquet of flowers cradled protectively in his arms. His eyes darted to the road where the car had just disappeared, his face pale with the weight of realization—he was too late. He gripped the flowers tighter, his knuckles white against the delicate petals.

Your grandpa placed a hand on Leehan’s shoulder, his expression soft, filled with the kind of understanding that only comes with age. “You didn’t miss her by much, son. She just left.”

Leehan nodded, but the words didn’t bring him comfort. The ache in his chest only grew as he looked down at the flowers, the card tucked neatly between them, filled with all the words he hadn’t been able to say to you. Five pages, front and back, confessing everything he had felt all summer—everything he had been too afraid to voice.

“I wanted to tell her,” Leehan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I had time.”

Your grandpa sighed, his hand still resting gently on Leehan’s shoulder. “Sometimes, we think we have all the time in the world. But life… it doesn’t always wait for us.”

Leehan’s gaze lingered on the empty road, his heart heavy with regret. He had planned everything so carefully—every detail of the beach date, every moment leading up to his confession. But now, it felt like it had slipped through his fingers like sand.

"Leehan!" he heard the familiar scream of Jaehyun; actually, all of his friends were running to him with smiles on their faces. Jaehyun was faster than the rest, a paper in his hand shoving in his face.

"God, MyungJae, what is that?"

"Read it!" He took the paper and read it, his energy below zero slowly going up. He could feel the relief when he read, "We are glad to have you, Kim Dong Hyun, at our university."

"I got in," he said, a small smile on his face.

"We all did! We're going to Seoul, baby!" Woonhak screamed, and that's when a bulb turned on Leehan's head. A soft touch on his shoulder made him look at the old man.

"I think you actually have a chance to give her the flowers."

Leehan’s heart raced as the realization hit him. Seoul. He was going to Seoul. The very place you were headed. He had a chance—maybe not to stop you from leaving, but to find you again, to tell you everything he had kept bottled up all summer.

He looked at his friends, who were all celebrating, but his mind was already somewhere else. Turning to your grandpa, who still had that knowing smile on his face, Leehan felt a surge of determination.

“I need to go after her,” he said, voice shaky but full of resolve.

Your grandpa chuckled softly, nodding. “I figured as much. Go on, son. She’ll be glad to see you.”

— : ☆

A month. That’s how long it had been since you last saw Leehan. No messages, no updates from your grandfather—just an aching silence that grew heavier with each passing day. And now, here you were, standing on the familiar beach in Seoul, the same place you came to clear your head. The sky was a fading blend of soft orange and pink, slowly surrendering to the approaching night.

The dress you wore felt like a relic from a time that felt both distant and painfully close—the same dress from that unforgettable beach date with Leehan. Nostalgia coursed through your veins, memories of that night replaying in your mind as the sound of the waves whispered around you.

You sighed, kicking at the sand as you walked closer to the water, unsure why you had returned here tonight. It was as if some invisible thread had pulled you back to this place, as if the universe wasn’t quite done with the story between you and him.

The soft crash of waves filled the silence, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the rhythm of the ocean, your thoughts drifting like the tide.

"That area is off-limits, young lady."

Your heart skipped, your breath catching in your throat as you whipped around at the familiar voice. And there he was, standing a few feet away, wearing that same teasing, lopsided smile that had made you fall for him in the first place. Leehan.

He looked a little different now—more mature, like the month apart had shifted something in him. But his eyes still held that spark, that mischievous glint you had come to adore.

“Leehan?” You breathed, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst from your chest.

He gave you a small shrug, his hands tucked casually in his pockets as he took a step closer. “What? You didn’t think I’d just disappear, did you? Especially after all the trouble I went through for that beach date.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, your chest filling with warmth. “I thought you might’ve forgotten about me.”

His eyebrows shot up, a look of mock offense crossing his face. “Forgotten? You, lifeguard?” He stepped even closer, until he was standing right in front of you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Impossible.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, all the hurt and uncertainty from the past month seemed to melt away. But there was still one question you couldn’t shake.

“What are you doing here, Leehan?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, that teasing grin never leaving his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bouquet of flowers. “Well, your grandpa might’ve told me a little secret. Something about how you always come here when you need to think.”

You blinked, your chest tightening at the thought of your grandpa playing matchmaker. “He told you where to find me?”

Leehan chuckled, shaking his head as he handed you the flowers. “Yeah, he’s pretty sneaky for an old guy.”

You took the bouquet, feeling the softness of the petals between your fingers, your heart racing at the thought that he had come all this way just for you. But before you could say anything, Leehan stepped closer, his expression softening, his voice turning serious.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his voice rough with regret. “For not calling, for not texting… for disappearing. I—I wanted to. Every single day, I wanted to reach out, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if you’d even want to hear from me after I let you down.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. You had been angry at first, hurt by his silence, but now, seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken by his own mistakes, you couldn’t hold on to that anger.

“I missed you,” you said softly, the truth of it spilling from your lips before you could stop it. “I missed you so much, Leehan.”

His eyes softened at your words, but the guilt in his expression remained. “I missed you too. Every day. And I hated myself for not telling you, for letting my own fear keep me from you.”

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, familiar, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"I messed up," he started, his voice quiet but heavy with emotion. "I should have called you the moment you left. Every day, I wanted to text you, to hear your voice, to know how you were doing… but I didn’t. I thought giving you space was the right thing. I thought I was being respectful, but honestly, I was just scared."

His thumb grazed over your knuckles, his touch soft, almost hesitant. "I was scared that maybe you'd moved on. Maybe I was just some summer fling to you and that the second you left for Seoul, I’d be forgotten. But I never forgot you. Not for a single second."

His voice cracked, and he paused, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Every time I looked at the ocean, I thought of you. I thought about the way you used to look at it, like it was a part of you, and all I could think was how much I missed you. How much I miss us."

You felt your heart tighten at his words, the weight of his confession sinking deep into your chest. He let out a shaky breath, stepping closer, his hands still holding yours as if he were afraid to let go.

"You have no idea how much I regret not picking up the phone and telling you how I felt. Because, God, I am so in love with you. I love the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening, the way you get lost in your thoughts when you're staring at the waves, the way you make everything feel right. I’ve loved you for so long, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t."

His gaze softened, and his voice grew even quieter. "I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care, for being such a coward. But I can’t let you walk away again without telling you how much you mean to me."

He took a deep breath, his grip tightening just a little as he leaned in, his voice steady but filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

"I love you, lifeguard."

The world seemed to fall away in that moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a gentle breeze. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside you—joy, relief, and love. You had waited so long to hear those words, and now that they were here, everything felt right.

A slow smile spread across your lips as you looked up at him, your hand tightening in his. “I love you too, Leehan.”

His eyes sparkled with happiness, and before you could say anything else, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, filled with the sweetness of first love, but as the moments passed, it deepened, filled with all the emotions you had both kept hidden for so long.

When you finally pulled away, Leehan rested his forehead against yours, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.”

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “I’m glad you finally did.”

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. “Get used to it, lifeguard. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

"What do you mean?" He cleared his throat and looked at you.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I got in, to the university."

Leehan laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, your excitement evident as you squeezed him tightly. The bouquet of flowers had tumbled onto the sand, their petals scattered around as you held him close.

“You got in?” You asked, your voice muffled against his chest.

He nodded, a bright smile on his face. “Yep. Me, Jaehyun, Woonhak… all six of us got in. Last month was moving everything and paper work. So, it looks like we’re both headed in the same direction.”

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise and joy. “You’re really here.”

Leehan’s grin widened as he nodded again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A wave of happiness washed over you, the feeling of his presence comforting and reassuring. “I’m so glad you’re here, Leehan.”

"And you know why?" You had a feeling of what was about to come. "Because you love me," he said, doing a small dance in front of you. This time, you laughed, your heart jumping in joy.

"Yeah, I do love you, surfer." He kept on dancing, so you took him by the collar of the shirt and kissed him once more.

Leehan’s laughter mingled with the rhythmic sound of the waves, filling the evening air with a playful melody. He stopped dancing when you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his in a kiss that spoke volumes. His lips were warm, and the kiss was both tender and teasing, full of the longing you both had felt over the past month.

As you broke away, he looked at you with a smirk. “You know, I’ve been practicing my dance moves just for this moment.”

You laughed, your eyes sparkling. “And here I thought you were just trying to impress me.”

Leehan’s grin widened, his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm. “Oh, trust me, impressing you is just the beginning. I’ve got a whole repertoire of moves I’ve been saving for our next date.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of future moments with him. Hand in hand, you both walked along the shore, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The night was filled with laughter, flirtatious glances, and the promise of a future together. The summer might be ending, but with Leehan by your side, every moment felt like the beginning of a beautiful adventure.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: After contasntly debating into wi¿hich one to put out to the world, here I am giving not only to the network but to the onedoorblr/bndblr my second work! I promise I will post more of my boys, I truly will (and pls the song in the intro has NOTHING to do with it LMAO, I forgot the song I chose before)💗

A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS | park sungho

pairings — park sungho x reader (non idol au)

genre — (wc: 1.5k) fluff, romance 😼, strangers to lovers, fast-burn

warnings — ur kinda stalking him.. a bit…

note — HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUNGHO!!! Guys i lowk want a man with shoulders as broad as his 🙁 is that too much to ask.. ALSO DANGEROUS WAS SO GOOD!!! The song teases too omg..right in my alley. I cannot wait for the album drop 😋😋

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YOU SWEAR YOU’VE NEVER BEEN this interested in gyms before. Yeah, sure, you’re sporty. But gym sporty? Yeah no—that’s another level of torture.

Right now though…man you might just change your mind. You do one more bench press, super slow with your focus elsewhere—namely, the mirror on your right that shows a small reflection of the most scrumptious man you have ever seen in your life.

Those shoulders? Good gosh, they’d be perfect for your hands to rest on, agree?

(And the crowd screams yes!!!)

This was how you started being more consistent in the gym. Currently in week three and you’re so proud that you’re broken your world record of gym streaks.

You’ve decided then: you’re going to get him.

There was just one slight problem to this equation… you don’t have any courage to talk to him.

All you know are three facts:

His name was Park Sungho (how’d you know?you overheard a friend of his call him once. You’re not a creep, okay!!)

He had the most gorgeous shoulders known to mankind.

You want him.

Okay so maybe the third one isn’t really a fact—and you swear (cross your heart!) that your infatuation with him isn’t merely because his eyes are as twinkly as the moon, nor because his lips were plump and not crusty like most men, nor is it also because his voice is just…

Anyways! You get what I mean.

That was how you ended up ranting everything to your friend Sanghyeok—which apparently calls himself Riwoo now because he said he felt more cool and mysterious with that name. ( ok get it our nonchalant dread head!! )

“Park Sungho??” Asked Riwoo, startled once you blurted everything, “you mean the one with the pointy nose and sweet voice?”

You paused and raised an eyebrow at him, “duh? Have you been listening this whole time?”

“No not like that—you mean Park Sungho in class 19.99 right? He’s in your calculus class, dummy.”

“Wait—WHAT.”

Riwoo threw you a deadass stare, before fishing a muffin out his pocket and shoving his face in it. Perhaps he knew you too well as you started shaking him for answers.

”Just go approach him—”

”I can’t!”

”Then stop talking to me about it!”

“Please, my-Ri-to-the-woo—”

”UGH FINE! But no promises and you buy me a dozen donuts tomorrow.”

”Deal!”

You didn’t get him that dozen of donuts, but Lee Sanghyeok, being the good friend he is, still ended up conversing with his Sungho hyung in their shared dance class for you.

Luckily for you, he managed to score a hangout—the three of you—for next Wednesday over coffee and desserts.

Finally, with all the gears set in, you could start with ‘diary entry 1: A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS’

(yes, it’s meant to be this long)

1. A lady hints, not talks

The first ever step-slash-rule to secure a man is to give hints. Yes, hints. No way are YOU the one to make the first move, you hear me ladies? 😒 If he doesn’t pick up on the clues, then you drop!

Wednesday came. And boy, it came with a lot of nervousness, I tell you! But you were ready. Dropped in the cutest fit you have—a pair of jeans with a puffy dress on top (THIS COMBO>>>)—you were absolutely ready to charm Park Sungho.

It took you a while, but you made it on time (5 minutes late) to the cafe, Riwoo and Sungho conversing already at a table near the windows. Riwoo was the first to see you, sending a wave. You returned it, and right after, Sungho sent you one too—albeit less dramatic. Your smile turned up a bit more before sending a smaller wave back to him.

”Hi guys! Sorry if I’m late.”

”It’s okay, we just came,” replied Riwoo, “this is Sungho, my friend in Dance. Sungho, this is my best friend, [reader]”

Sungho stood up to shake your hand, and you both exchanged ‘nice to meet you’(s).

”Let me get coffee real quick!” You told them, before going to the cashier.

After you ordered, you went back to your seat.

“How are you these days, [reader]?” asked Riwoo

”Good, although I think I overworked my feet yesterday, It hurts slightly,” you replied, which by the way, was a big fat lie.

“Ah, is it doing better now?” asked Sungho, who was deeply concerned.

”It should be, I think,” you replied shortly.

More small talk was made before your order number got called. You went up to get it but before you could fully stand—

“I’ll get it for you, [reader],” answered Sungho.

“Huh?” both you and Riwoo replied in shock.

“You should rest your feet since they might still be in pain if you overexert it,” he replied simply.

“Oh there’s really no need, Sungho—“ you denied at first despite the fact that you were internally giggling.

“Please, I insist,” He replied with a smile that almost melted you on the spot, before taking your receipt and heading to the cashier.

It was silent for a moment before your eyes met Riwoo’s, and his met yours. Both of you kicked each other’s feet before suppressing a big fat grin.

2. a lady takes no risks

consult God (or a fortune teller if you’re not religious) to make sure this man is for you. Use the mind, not the heart.

“Okay,” You muttered to yourself like a nutjob, “IF. And only IF he is the one…um..” you paused your prayer for a second because you had no idea what to say.

You decided to just settle for the classic, “Please send me a sign, amen.”

And with that, you fixed your hair and applied pink lip gloss before leaving the house.

Step after steps, you kept thinking of him until you reached the actual library. You took a deep breath before going in. You were early this time, but it seems that Park Sungho has a matter of showing up super early, because he’s already there—sitting in a seat near the windows.

He had his back facing you, so you snuck up on him quietly before placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Sungho,” you muttered quietly, and he jolted, spinning around to look at you fast.

Were you delusional, or is he staring at you?

“Sungho..?” you repeated.

That seemed to jolt him out of his state, “Oh, [reader]—yes, sorry for that. I was out of it—“

You giggled before taking a seat beside him, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

There wasn’t much small talk after that, as you both seemed focused and determined to do well on your project. Mid-way, however, a crash followed by a yelp took you out of your very focused state. You turned to see Sungho—only, a book fell on top of his head.

“Sorry!” said a boy above you looking down on the rails. You both seemed to recognize him as Myung Jaehyun, who’s also in your shared calc class together.

“Why that—“ said Sungho, before he gives you a quick brb and went upstairs; probably to murder Jaehyun.

You picked up the book on the ground, and then stilled when you read the title.

‘The Sign’ by Robert Van Kampen.

Oh.

I mean, you’re not opposing now, are you?

3. A lady enjoys the reaps that she sowed

Get rizzed up all night by a nice guy (stream nice guy!!!)

“I love your shoulders,” you muttered at him, a hand on his bicep.

2 months had passed since you first dated each other.

”Oh yeah?” He replied, but his words seemed unfocused and disconnected—I mean, who can blame him when you’re sitting on him, looking so cute after you both just made out.

“Mhm,” you answered once more.

”Tell me more,” He asked.

You did, but midway you realized he was just looking over your lips—not paying attention. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you even list—“

He cut you off with another kiss. It lasted a while before he pulled away once more.

”Can’t believe I’m yours,” He whispered, smiling goofily.

You giggled. Yeah, Park Sungho’s yours. The man with broad shoulders is yours.

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draft of a mini series for boynextdoor, starting with our riwoo <3 so excited i had to work on this once i got a break from school!

boynextdoor and their crush on you (riwoo ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst (just a teeeeny bit, it gets resolved!)

wc: ~1k

a/n: thank you to anon who requested this! will be doing a mini-series for this since it's too long for one post >.<

🍀 is it obvious? 🍀

꩜ let’s be real—you would be the last person to know. because riwoo is already shy and introverted in nature, you wouldn’t consider how he treats you out of the ordinary. 

꩜ he’s close-lipped around his friends about his raging crush on you, but it’s no use. all his friends see how tenderly riwoo looks at you—they know for sure and giggle amongst themselves everytime you both interact, with riwoo begging them to shut up because they’re just too obvious about it!!!

🍀 what they like about you 🍀

꩜ riwoo likes that you accept him for who he is! you give him time to warm up to you and don’t force him to do anything that makes him uncomfortable 

꩜ you’re always conscious of his physical and emotional boundaries! even as friends, you always ask him if it’s alright to lean on him or hug him. these little things warm his heart so much and just make you much more likeable

꩜ when in social situations where he’s too shy to talk, you always notice and take the lead. but you don’t patronize him or see him as any lesser than you because of it!

꩜ he likes that it’s just so easy to talk to you. he can talk about anything and everything to you, and he also loves listening to you ramble on about your favorite things :”) he can spend all night talking to you and won’t feel drained at all.

꩜ he loves how you’re so passionate and sincere about the things you enjoy and do, and it inspires him to be more diligent with his own interests!

🍀 how they act around you 🍀

꩜ riwoo’s heart would be beating so loud inside his chest everytime thinks about you. his palms get so sweaty and he can’t function at all.

꩜ riwoo usually deflects compliments from his friends, but when you praise him for his dance skills or notice how he combines various accessories in his outfits, he hides his face and thanks you in the shiest, sweetest voice ever (i’m melting just thinking about this…)

꩜ he also overthinks every interaction with you and beats himself up everytime he has an awkward moment with you because to him his crush on you feels so obvious!!!

꩜ he doesn’t purposely attempt to spend extra time with you one-on-one, but when he does land in that situation he soaks up your presence and energy as much as he can and just feels an overwhelming amount of affection for you and the person you are </3 

꩜ that being said, when you do initiate physical touch with him, whether that be in the form of hugs or leaning on his shoulder, he doesn’t push you away… in fact he feels safe knowing you are near him ! just hearing your breaths or smelling your perfume is such a source of comfort for him. baby craves your attention but is just too shy to initiate anything :(

꩜ riwoo is also the type to give you lots of little gifts… he always mentally catalogs things you mention offhandedly and makes the effort to look for them. although you don’t know these gifts are from him at all—he asks his friends to pass on the gifts to you because he’s too nervous his crush will seem crazy obvious :”(

🍀 how they confess 🍀

꩜ in riwoo’s mind he’s already resolved that you’d never have a crush on someone like him and that you’d probably prefer someone more outgoing and confident. so he swears to never tell you :(

꩜ he’s never taken you not reciprocating out on you ever. he doesn’t turn a cold shoulder on you and tries his best to interact with you like normal (as much as his introverted, shy self would allow, anyway) but he overthinks like crazy, and his friends see how miserable it’s making him!!!

꩜ so they devise a plan to get you alone… when you’re both forced into a room with the door locked, riwoo panics and almost cries out of sheer embarrassment. but you’re there to comfort him, rubbing his back and holding his hand while whispering soothing words. when riwoo does calm down and you ask him what’s going on, he realizes that there really is no way to escape this—so he ends up confessing apologetically: “i’m sorry… i like you.”

꩜ in his mind he’s already catastrophizing and imagining your friendship breakup and how hard it’s going to hit him… he’s drawing himself away from you but you cling on to his arm and beg for him to look at you straight in the eyes please :( then that’s when you tell him that you’ve liked him this whole time but never made a move because of how he didn’t seem interested in you at all…

꩜ riwoo can’t process this information at first because it seems unreal… he literally could not imagine a world where you liked him back because he felt like there were better people out there for you, people who were more confident and extroverted and everything he isn’t. when he tells you this you just get so mad on his behalf because why can’t you see how amazing you are, riwoo!!! you then enumerate all the things you like about him which progressively makes him more embarrassed >///<

꩜ but you tell him that it’s alright if he’s not ready to be in a relationship and that you’d be willing to wait for him, if that’s something he wants… riwoo is then struck again by how considerate and warm you are. and that this time he wants to be there for you in the same way you’ve always been there for him… romantically this time, even if he sees himself as lacking!

꩜ when he does tell you you ask him if you can give him a hug... and you just stay in each other's arms for a bit, relishing in the warmth and comfort you receive from each other. when you’re finally let out of the room by the rest of the boys you’re holding hands and feel a sense of peace and excitement for what’s to come >.<

wiping something off their lips (sungho & riwoo ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: was too excited to post this so i decided to post the first two members once i finished their parts ^_^ btw my (sfw) requests are open so feel free to send in asks!

ᯓ★ sungho 

neat eater #1: you will not catch him slipping. hates mess and hates having to clean up crumbs. but on the off chance he does make a little mess—especially with flaky food like croissants—you take this as an opportunity to tease him!!!

sungho already regrets getting this croissant, but he ordered it because he spotted you salivating over the cafe display even with your own share of food. as he’s cutting the croissant into bite-size pieces for you to nab from, he already grimaces at the flakes making their way onto the table. he also does not want to make a fool out of himself in front of you by looking like a messy eater (sungho it’s just a couple of crumbs… i promise you it’s not a big deal lmfao)!!!

things seem like they’re going normally until he accidentally gets some flakes on the side of his mouth. do not make a fool of yourself, sungho!!! he’s about to grab a tissue to dab it off when you wipe the crumb on his lips off with your thumb. you giggle and tease him for being a messy boy (he would die before admitting it, but that in fact did something to his insides). also, is it just his imagination or did your thumb linger on his lips for way longer than necessary?

sungho is very nonchalant on the outside: “oh. thanks for wiping that off.” but is freaking out inside!!!!!!!!!! tries to be Very Normal about this but his hand is trembling with the next bite he takes, and when you notice, you give him a knowing smile. you bring your hand towards his lips once again, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his lower lip “to clean up the mess”. sungho is as stiff as a board right now and his ears are so red; you notice and it makes you grin grow even wider. 

you both pretend like nothing’s happened after that, and sungho tries his best to remain nonchalant about the whole ordeal… to no one’s surprise he spends night after night overthinking that day at the cafe (what are we…). buuuut he decides enough is enough and confronts you about it. if you do like him, that’s great (oh god, even the thought of you liking him flusters him), and if you don’t, then. well. he’ll figure out how to deal with the broken pieces of his heart. he just can’t stand having this limbo state where your feelings for him are ambiguous. so when he catches you alone one day, he decides to just get it done and over with, asking you to be honest with him… “why did you do that, the other day? it’s been driving me crazy.” 

“what do you think?” you have a certain look in your eye and reply sardonically, “i just wanted to help you as a friend. of course i rubbed your lips with my thumb as a friend, because attempting to seduce each other is what friends do. so were you seduced?” 

… well yes! his flustered face gives him away, but he doesn’t want to bare his entire heart to you just yet. he wants the truth from you. “tell me why you did it,” sungho repeats insistently. “please.”

you sigh and roll your eyes. “of course i like you, sungho. could i have made it any more obvious? yes, i was hitting on you. yes, i would have stopped if you were uncomfortable. but it was obvious from your expression where your thoughts were going. i know you liked it. and now, i know you like me.” 

you take a breath and open your mouth to continue speaking, but sungho can’t take any more of your teasing. he reaches over and plants a solid kiss on your mouth, then instantly regrets it when he notices your blank expression and the pink rising to your cheeks. “oh god, did you not want-”

your face grows a deeper shade of red, and you harrumph. “of course i wanted it, idiot… now come here and kiss me again.”

ᯓ★ riwoo 

riwoo is always the one wiping food of other people’s mouths so it’s rare that anyone does it for him—i mean, he knows how to clean up after himself! but he gets so shy and awkward in your presence… he’s just so self-conscious about his actions and appearance that at times he ends up becoming clumsy in front of you >0< 

so when you’re hanging out together in his dorm room and he accidentally smears donut filling on his lips, you immediately shift closer to gently swipe off the jam… and you stick your thumb in your mouth, sucking off the sweetness. “wow, now i get why you’re so obsessed with these donuts. these are really good! can i have a bite?” without waiting for riwoo’s reply, you nab one of the donuts in the box and start eating happily.

meanwhile riwoo has stopped functioning. he can’t stop thinking about the way your touch felt against his lips and how nice you smell. his heart is beating like crazy in his chest and he feels so overwhelmed (in a good way, with his feelings fluttering around in his stomach) >_<… but riwoo can’t help but overthink your interaction—he knows that you did it out of kindness but on the other hand… why did they do that when they could have just handed me a tissue?

still, when you yourself end up with sugared powder all over your lips, his caretaker tendencies take over. riwoo unconsciously starts dabbing at your mouth with tissue, reminding you to be more careful. and all the while, you’re staring at him with an unreadable gaze. when he finishes fussing over you, that’s when you intentionally smear jam across your lips. while. staring. right. at. him. “sanghyeok, i think i got something on my lips… can you help me wipe it off?” 

riwoo is nothing but overwhelmed. he doesn’t know where to look as you move closer to him, and as you clutch his arm, he begins stuttering and laughing nervously, ducking away from you and attempting to look for the tissue. “ha, ha, ha… where’s the tissue, i swore i just saw it somewhere…” he hopes you can’t see how red his face is. 

as he pretends to busy himself, you sigh and present the tissue from where you hid it, snatching one and wiping the jam off your mouth quickly. “nevermind, i just thought…” you sound embarrassed, and your expression is hidden by your hair. “that was silly of me. we can just pretend this didn’t happen.” as you move to get up, riwoo suddenly realizes what you were trying to do all along—

”do you, i mean, that is, are you-” riwoo stumbles on his words. 

you stop and cover your face with your hands. “yes, sanghyeok… i do like you, if it wasn’t obvious enough. that’s why i decided to do this stupid thing to try to flirt with you with the donuts, and it didn’t go as planned. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. you know what, i’ll just go now before i humiliate myself even more.” but before you can leave, riwoo is already grasping at your hand. 

“wait! i, i- i also- me- me too,” riwoo says all in one breath and realizes how foolish he sounds. he can feel his face burning, but he braves on because he wants you to know that he feels the same way. “i… i like. like. you too.” your expression evolves into one of shock and then joy, then you’re descending upon him, knocking him down to the floor in a flurry of kisses across his face that he can’t help but giggle from.

once your little smooching session is done with, you gasp in indignation. “i can’t believe it took you a donut to confess! i should have done this earlier.”

“well… you were very convincing,” riwoo admits shyly, and he submits himself to another round of kisses (but he’s not complaining).

wiping something off their lips (jaehyun ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: boynextdoor legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!

wc: 1.6k

a/n: this was supposed to be 600 words... something insane happened in my brain and i churned out 1.6k in an hour. let me know if you liked this <3

ᯓ★ 

as the #1 messiest eater in boynextdoor, this scenario is most likely to happen to him… have you seen the multiple videos of riwoo wiping food off his lips… also aside from being #1 messiest eater he is also #1 babiest baby boy of boynextdoor.

when you’re both walking along the streets of seoul and spot a vendor selling cream-filled pastries, jaehyun rushes forward to purchase two—one for him, and one for you. he’s so excited that he gobbles down his pastry and makes an entire mess. there’s cream all over his lips, and he looks like one of those happy babies with food smeared all over their mouth (although not to that extent… but almost lmfao)!!! he doesn’t notice the mess he’s made until you grip his chin and tell him to “stay still.” you pull out a wet wipe from your bag and carefully dab at his lips. 

with your eyes still trained on his mouth, jaehyun takes this moment to stare at you. he’s always known you were pretty, but something about you being this near him is making him feel utterly lightheaded. your perfume is sweet and comforting, and your fingers on his lips feel so gentle. whether it be your scent or your voice or your presence, he likes everything about you… wait, like?

“all done! you gotta be more careful next time,” you lament, disposing the wipe in a nearby trashcan. “anyway, those creampuffs were the best thing i’ve ever tasted since the tiramisu we ate last month…” at his lack of response, you realize jaehyun’s not walking beside you, and you swivel around to see him standing stock still in the middle of the street. his expression looks like he’s come to some sort of realization. “jaehyun?” you bound over to him and wave your hand in front of his face, and he snaps out of his little daze.

“yeah? no, yeah, sorry, i just… let’s go,” jaehyun starts walking, and you trail after him, confused. what was that about?

“so i actually like like them,” jaehyun announces back at the dorm. “i thought it was normal that i found them cute and everything, because anyone with eyes can see that! i didn’t think that it was deeper than that. but i realized that it wasn’t just about their looks… i just. really enjoy their presence and how i can be myself in front of them, like, really myself you know???” taesan and leehan share a look before shaking their heads in unison. “hey!” jaehyun protests. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“we know,” taesan bemoans. “you talk about them your every waking moment, and whenever you spend time with us, you always talk about how you wish they were here.”

“taesan’s right,” leehan adds. “you look at them like they hung the stars. i think it’s obvious to everyone except you, honestly. and them too, because they think you flirt like that with everyone.”

jaehyun groans in response, messing up his hair in frustration. “so… what am i gonna do? it’s not like they like me back. this is driving me crazy... how am i supposed to act around them now that i know i like them?!” his friends share another look. “don’t do that!”

“calm down, jaehyun.” leehan comfortingly pats his friend on the shoulder. “why don’t you treat them as a friend first while you’re unsure about what to do next? after all, you like them as a friend too. i’m sure your dynamic wouldn’t change that quickly.” jaehyun nods in agreement, swearing to do exactly that.

taesan laughs at this. “well, i think jaehyun’s going to fuck this up by being very awkward and obvious.” 

leehan shoots taesan a glare. “don’t mind him, jaehyun. we’re both on your side.” taesan huffs but doesn’t disagree. okay, jaehyun. just be normal. how difficult can it be? 

it proves to be extremely difficult, actually. the next time you hang out together, jaehyun thinks everything is going well, and both of you are talking and laughing like normal. half an hour later, you and jaehyun are snacking on bunggeopang on the side of the road. the streets are empty today save for a few high school students milling about. jaehyun, unaware of how messy an eater he is, is too enthusiastic about his pastry. he’s gesticulating wildly, reenacting a funny story that happened to him days ago, and doesn’t notice until you firmly grip his chin between your fingers. “jaehyun, stop moving for a second.” oh fuck. be normal, be normal, be normal…

expecting to feel cool cloth on his face, jaehyun all but freezes when you use your thumb instead to wipe off the pastry filling on the corner of his mouth. oh god. oh fuck. oh fuck fuck fucking god fuckity fuck fuck. “sorry, don’t have wipes with me this time,” your tone is regretful. jaehyun feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. he attempts to wriggle out of your hold, but you grip him even harder. “stay, jaehyun.” oh god, that made me feel some sort of way. fuck, wait! be normal, be normal, don’t say anything… “i’m not done. there’s still some on your…” 

to make it worse (or better, jaehyun can’t tell at this point), you trail your thumb over his bottom lip several times, nodding when you’re sure there are no more smears. “there! all clean,” you declare, finally letting go of jaehyun. he feels his knees go weak as you suck your thumb into your mouth, releasing it with a pop. you’re wearing a very pretty lip gloss. oh fuck. “ooh, custard filling, my favorite! i should have gotten that flavor… maybe next time,” you sigh forlornly. “anyway, jaehyun, should we get going?”

“uhhhhhhhhhhh,” is the only thing jaehyun can respond with. his brain is malfunctioning and he can’t do words anymore. “uhhhhhhhhhhh.” 

you frown in concern and put a hand on his shoulder. “jaehyun? is something wrong-”

jaehyun can’t do this anymore. “ilikeyousomuchihaveacrushonyou,” he blurts out all in one breath, hiding his face in his hands out of mortification. “i’m sorry. i thought i could pretend and act like things were normal between us, but ever since you wiped my mouth last week and you were so close to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. and how i feel so nervous around you now that my heart is just going insane. i just had to be honest with you, i don’t think i can keep it a secret. i tried but i failed and. i. i…” 

at your lack of response, jaehyun peeks at you through his fingers. you’re stone-still, and he can’t tell what you’re thinking. oh fuck. he suddenly recalls his promise with leehan and taesan to treat you as a friend first and realizes how badly he’s fucked up. a fresh wave of fear overcomes him, not just at the thought of you rejecting him, but at the notion of losing your friendship. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… 

jaehyun’s trying his best not to cry, but he feels so miserable. “i’m sorry, you can ignore that, i don’t want to lose our friendship, i promise that i won’t let my feelings affect our friendship, please, i still want us to be friends.” maybe if he rambles long enough, he thinks, he can suppress the impulse to wail like a little child. 

“wait, jaehyun, i… you like like me?” he nods. “like, more than friends?” he nods again. “like… romantically?”

“yeah,” jaehyun lets out an exhale. “‘m sorry i confessed all of a sudden. i just. couldn’t keep it in anymore. i just have all these feelings for you that i didn’t know where to put them. but i swear,” he pleads, “we don’t have to talk about this. we can just move on from this and i won’t bother you with my feelings ever again. i, i really care for you and still want to be your friend…” 

“what if…” you whisper, “i don’t want to?” 

jaehyun’s face falls, and it takes everything in him not to sob. he’s never even considered the possibility you might not want to be friends anymore. “oh. i. i mean that’s totally understandable. i respect that, yeah. i must have made you uncomfortable. i’m sorry. i won’t bother you anymore.” don’t cry in front of them, jaehyun, don’t cry…

but before jaehyun can turn to leave, you grip his hand tightly so he can’t escape.“no, jaehyun. i mean… what if i didn’t want to move on? what if… i want us to be more than friends too?” 

jaehyun can’t believe what he’s hearing. “wait. are you serious?” a feeling akin to hope blooms inside him. 

you nod, your expression growing shyer by the minute. “you’re always so kind and attentive to me. you listen to me whether i’m feeling good or shitty, and you never mock me. and… you’re also really cute,” you giggle. “i honestly thought you saw me as a friend because you flirt with literally everyone… until you confessed, now. i really like you too, jaehyun, if you’ll have me…?” you still haven’t let go of his hand, and you’re idly playing with his fingers while waiting for his response. 

“OH MY GOD YES! i mean, yes! me too! please! i would. like. yes. i want. to be your boyfriend, oh my god, sorry, i keep stumbling over my words like an idiot,” jaehyun babbles. he feels his hand grow sweaty with nerves and tries to twist out of your grasp. instead, you beam, pull him in with your intertwined hands, and peck his cheek. oh my god, they just kissed me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“well… at least you can be my idiot. now let’s go!” you don’t let go of his hand, and jaehyun has a dopey, lovestruck grin on his face all the way back.

gently, by your side | jaehyun

members: myung jaehyun x gender neutral reader

genre: college au, angst, comfort, best friends! to ???, more platonic stuff in this one

tags/warnings: extensive discussions of mental health and chronic/mental illness, y/n is not okay. :(

summary: jaehyun finds you after a bad week.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this fic’s title comes from this lovely song. as someone who’s struggled with both chronic and mental illness, it really takes someone strong and amazing to keep on going, despite everything. most of the dialogue in this comes from my own musings and experiences with mental health. i wrote this for a dear mutual of mine! i hope better days will come for you soon, whenever that may be. meanwhile, i hope this gives you comfort when things are tough! sending lots of love <3 

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5 days ago 1:28 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

(y/n) we haven’t seen each other in such a loooong time imy :(( i mean i KNOW it’s just been a couple of days since we last hung out but still!!!!!!! when are we seeing each other again !!!! tell me ur schedule QUICK !!!!

4 days ago 6:33 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeeyyyyyyyyy (with the intention to hang out) heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy reply to meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! tell me when ur free pls i miss u :((

3 days ago 11:58 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

hey i didn’t see u at the party today i thought u said u were going last week!!!  also i asked around and people said they haven’t seen u around recently??? and they don’t know what ur up to

2 days ago 2:05 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeyyyy ?????????? did i do smth?????  or are u just really busy w school and work idk either way pls just let me know :(( i won’t bother u if ur rlllyyy busy

10:35 PM sorry if i’m being annoying btw

Yesterday  11:32 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

ok i thought about it reaaaaaallly hard and i don’t think i’ve done anything to make u mad or upset w me??? well aside from that time last last week that u got mad at me for accidentally messing w ur computer and deleting ur work files WHICH IM LIKE REALLY SORRY FOR but i fixed it!!!!! i thought we were good alrd!!! are u still mad at me 4 that ?

1:00 AM (y/n)?

1:28 AM idk  i thought i was ur best friend :(( did smth change???

2:47 AM pls pls reply :(( i know we can talk this out i don’t want us to not be ok

Today  3:00 PM 🐶 cutie puppy i’m coming over.

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Sitting up from your bed, your heart thuds in anxiety as you quickly scroll through your chat history with Jaehyun. Your eyes hurt and your brain feels especially foggy, like you’re looking at the world through a particularly cloudy lens. How long did you sleep? The last thing you recall was working on your assignments last night, then choosing to sleep instead when you got overwhelmed. Even then, you slept fitfully. You remember setting an alarm at 9 AM today to continue working, but even as you sat at your desk, you couldn’t type a single sentence on your laptop. Everything felt muddled and it was as if you couldn’t understand anything at all. Even the cups of coffee you drank in desperation was of no use keeping you alert; all it did was make you palpitate.

Then you gave up, went back to bed, and you’re here now. Checking the chat timestamps, you realize you haven’t replied to Jaehyun’s messages in almost a week, which has never happened before—you talk almost everyday, even multiple times a day. Jaehyun’s last message was at 3 PM, when he said he’d come over. One look at your screen shows you it’s already 3:20. If you’ve memorized his schedule right, it takes your best friend thirty minutes to get to your dorm from his Fundamental Maths class. That means you have ten more minutes to get your shit together and clean your mess of a room. 

But right when you’ve mustered the energy to stand up, you hear a series of knocks on your door. That can’t be— “(Y/n), open up, I know you’re in there!” Jaehyun’s voice echoes from outside the door. “I asked your dormmate and she said you haven’t left your room since yesterday, so there’s no use pretending!” Shit, shit, shit! You immediately spring up and hastily fold your blankets and organize your desk, throwing away stray food wrappers and plastic cups. You open your blinds to let some air in, and the bright sunlight makes your head throb even more. 

On your way to the door, you spot yourself in the mirror. There’s no other word for it—you look like utter shit. Your eyebags are dark and prominent, your hair disheveled from tossing and turning in your sleep. You look horrendous, but Jaehyun is persistently knocking on your door, so you have no choice but to fix yourself up as fast as you can. You splash water on your face and smoothen down your hair and open the door—then there’s Jaehyun in all his glory. Your heart clenches seeing him; he looks as handsome as always, his bangs fluffy and soft and his letterman jacket fashionably oversized. He looks nothing like you in your ratty T-shirt with coffee stains and pajama shorts. His hand is halfway raised, positioned to knock at your door (he could and would probably do it all day if he had to). Upon seeing you, he blurts out: “Did I do something?”

Instead of answering him, you open your door wider as an invitation, and Jaehyun takes the hint, stepping into your dorm. Once the door is shut, Jaehyun peers at your messy room and remarks, “Wow. When was the last time you cleaned up? You’re usually not like this.”

You know he didn’t mean it like that, but his comment stings at you all the same. “Sorry, Jaehyun,” you snap, “not everyone can be at 200% energy all the time like you.” At his hurt expression, you backtrack. “Sorry, that was really rude of me.”

“It-It’s fine,” Jaehyun replies confusedly. Then he looks straight at you, eyes pleading. He’s picking at the stray thread hanging from his jacket, a habit you’ve come to known is something he does when he’s nervous. “You know what, I thought about it. For days, really, if I did anything that would make you mad and ignore me. But I couldn’t come up with anything at all. I was really worried when you didn’t reply to me for days on end, especially when we talk everyday. So if I did something, can—can you just tell me? I just want us to be okay.”

Your throat closes up and your heart pounds even faster, making you feel dizzy. You have no idea how to answer him, when all he’s ever seen of you is the perfect student who does everything right, who’s smart and good at what they do without any flaws or exceptions. How would he react if he saw you for who you really were?

The words can’t form in your mouth, and out of frustration at yourself, you tear up. Jaehyun notices this, eyes widening in worry, “(y/n), baby, no, no,” and pulls you into his arms. Almost instantly, the tears cascade down your face and sobs wrack your body. You feel pathetic crying in your best friend’s arms, but Jaehyun just soothes a hand up and down your back as you break down. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders, and it feels like your anchor when you’re drowning in all your troubles. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he says in a hushed tone, “let it all out.” You grip his jacket even tighter as you bury your face in his chest. 

When was the last time you’ve ever been hugged like this? The last time you’ve ever been truly vulnerable to anyone without that mask of perfection you often don? The last time you felt safe just being yourself? You have no idea. All you know that is in the circle of Jaehyun’s arms, you want to be small and imperfect and yourself just this once.

After your cries die down, Jaehyun clears his throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is I did, but I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s not you, Jaehyun,” your voice is muffled by both your sniffles and Jaehyun’s chest. You don’t want Jaehyun to get the wrong idea that he’s hurt you in some way because of how broken he sounds thinking he’s done something to make you sad. “It’s just. Me.”

“You? What do you mean?” Jaehyun leads you into your room from the doorway. He’s holding your hand and doesn’t let go even when you both settle at the edge of your bed. His palm is warm and his grip loose enough in case you want to let go; you don’t. While you muster up the courage to speak, your best friend just sits there, waiting patiently. “It’s okay, whatever you say, I’m not going anywhere.” You don’t know that for sure, but him saying that makes you want to be truthful just this once, damn the consequences.

You take a deep breath, focusing on your intertwined fingers. You’re too scared to look at his face because you don’t want to see his reaction. “Jaehyun, what kind of person do you think people see me as?”

“Well…” He takes a moment to think about it. “Someone smart, talented, and who gets stuff done?”

In turn, you let out an resigned exhale. “Well, that’s the image I project. Of someone who’s perfect… someone who does things effortlessly. People think it comes easy to me. But it doesn’t. When people tell me that I didn’t need much effort to get to where I am now, I feel undermined. When I express I’m having a hard time, people brush it off and think I’m just overreacting. Because they think I’m perfect all the time. But honestly…? That’s the farthest thing from the truth."

Glancing up from your hands, you scan your room—your desk is a mess of papers and assignments that you have yet to get to. You can’t tell when the last time you spent time being actually productive when what you’ve been is fatigued out of your mind. When you try to sit at your desk and work, all you feel is difficulty concentrating and processing work and readings. Sleep has also proven to be elusive—no matter how long you lie in bed, you never feel well-rested. Simple actions and decisions require so much energy from you that you undeniably lack. You also constantly compare yourself to others, whom things like these come natural to them. But you’ve kept these feelings of yours secret for a long time—you’re utterly terrified that you’d be undermined for being useless and overly sensitive.   

“(Y/n)?” Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you turn to meet his eyes. His eyes are sincere and kind. “I-I know I may not be the most empathic person, but I promise I’ll hear you out without judging you. I want to be here for you… and I hope you’ll let me. Please?” 

At this, you spill everything you’ve been feeling the past weeks—months, even—to Jaehyun. You stumble over your words and your breath gets caught in your throat, but he’s there to pat your back and to encourage you to keep going. Without you knowing, tears make their way down your face once again, and Jaehyun uses his other hand to gently brush them away. “It just gets so hard that I want to just. Give everything up. I don’t know what the use of trying so hard is when I see how other people don’t need this much effort to do even the most basic of tasks. It’s just so… unfair.”

When you’re finished with your rant, you don’t know what to expect from Jaehyun—but you’re stunned to see him crying. He’s sniffling and wiping at his eyes furiously. “Why…” You have no idea what he’s about to say, but you brace yourself for the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he whispers brokenly. “I didn’t know you were having such a difficult time. I feel like such a shitty friend for not even noticing. I’m sorry, (y/n).” Jaehyun’s eyes fill with tears and he starts “I… I thought we were best friends.” The best friends tell each other everything goes unsaid, but you know exactly what he meant.

“I…” You feel awful now for making Jaehyun cry. “You’re just. You just naturally have all this limitless energy. You’re…” Normal. Not like me. “I don’t know how if you were going to take me seriously if I told you what I was going through… There were times I’d see you, and I’d be so disappointed in myself for not being like you. And I was so scared that if I did tell you, I’d be letting you down.”

Jaehyun’s expression grows more miserable at this. “I-I’m sorry, (y/n), I never meant to make you feel unheard. And I never meant for it to feel like you couldn’t tell me about these things.” 

“It-It’s not your fault, Jaehyun,” you protest, but he shakes his head, obviously disappointed in himself.

“No, (y/n), I’m supposed to be your best friend. How stupid can I be if I can’t notice when you’re having a hard time? I didn’t even stop to ask how you’ve been doing because you seemed to be doing fine. But I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have taken things at face value. I’m such an idiot,” Jaehyun berates himself. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

At his sincere apology, you can’t help but admit it to yourself—you desperately needed Jaehyun’s support as your best friend, but you were too scared to ask for it. And honestly? You felt immensely lonely without his words and presence to comfort you. 

“(Y/n), I hope you know that I see how hard you work. I know your sleepless nights and how much effort you put into every single thing you do. Despite everything you’re going through, you’re always trying to be better than the person you were yesterday, and it’s something I truly admire about you. But I hope you know it’s okay to be imperfect and flawed and to not be okay. I want to be here on your good and bad days. I just wish I could’ve been more vocal about this earlier… I’ve really taken you for granted, huh?” Jaehyun sighs wetly, taking your hand in both of his. He’s still crying; you both are, actually. What a silly pair the two of you make. 

“Thank you for trusting me and sharing all of this. It literally means the world to me,” Jaehyun rambles. “I promise I’ll be a better friend to you, someone you feel safe opening up to about anything, whether that be your achievements or your struggles. And (y/n), if it’s not too much to ask… Could I ask you to be more honest with me in the future?” He stares at you imploringly. “I don’t want you to think you have to go through all of this alone. I want to be here for you the same way you’ve always been there for me… Okay?”

“....Okay. Okay, I’ll try,” you respond softly. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I… I’ve never told anyone about this before. But thank you so much for just listening, and not judging, and accepting me for me…” While you appreciate Jaehyun’s presence at this moment, a new wave of fatigue washes over you with all this emotional vulnerability and talking. “Jaehyun… I’m still feeling really tired, so I might go back to sleep. Sorry, I know you came all the way here to see me, but here I am being shit company,” you apologize regretfully.

“Oh! That’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jaehyun stands up from your bed to leave. When your fingers slip from each other, you feel an acute loss of warmth—both in your hands and in your heart. He makes his way to the door, slipping on his shoes, and your heart sinks. There’s something you badly want to ask of Jaehyun, but you’re too much of a coward to tell him what you truly want. You don’t want to be on your own right now, but you’d probably be asking too much of him. Accepting your fate, you settle in bed, attempting to take a nap so restless you’re sure will be of no help to your exhaustion.

However, Jaehyun himself stops in the doorway. He turns back around, a distraught look on his face. “(Y/n)... I don’t want to assume, but are you sure you want to be alone right now?” he begins. “I mean, we just had this really heavy talk. Can… Can I keep you company? I promise I’m great at cuddles—that’s what all my other friends say anyway when I annoy them with my hugs.”

When you nod, that’s all it takes for Jaehyun to shuck off his shoes, strip his jacket, and climb into bed with you. With your ear against his steady heartbeat and his comforting arm around you, you’re asleep in no time. It’s the best you’ve ever slept in months.

wiping something off their lips (leehan ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: boynextdoor legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: college! au, fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!, a little angst, leehan cries ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა but it’ll be ok i promise!!!

wc: 3.3k

a/n: something came over me and i had to write this immediately. leehan is so dear to me! let me know your thoughts <3

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Leehan is neat eater #2 (Neat eater #1: Sungho). While he’s not as conscious as Sungho, he’s just the type that doesn’t make a mess because he’s a slow eater. But seeing you baby Jaehyun all the time makes him want you to do the same for him. 

You’re hanging out with both Leehan and Jaehyun at a diner, with you and Jaehyun seated beside each other and Leehan opposite you both. While Leehan leisurely chews on his fries, Jaehyun’s devouring his burger so eagerly it’s worrying. He gets sauce all over his lips in the process. You’re trying to stifle your laugh at his enthusiasm but ultimately fail to keep it in—your cute giggles make Leehan’s heart beat faster, although he can’t figure out why that exactly is. Still, he stores this memory of your laugh away in his mind, just like he’s mentally catalogued bits and pieces of your personality and interests over the course of your friendship—in a totally platonic manner, of course. If you could consider having an entire library in his brain of everything about you platonic.

Moreover, Leehan’s never thought himself to be a possessive person, but when you poke Jaehyun and start dabbing at his lips with a tissue once he faces you, he feels a smidge resentful at how Jaehyun just lets you go all up in his personal space. You’re both laughing now as Jaehyun jokingly bats away your attempts to baby him; still, you persist and finally remove all the sauce off his mouth. To onlookers, you and Jaehyun must probably look like a couple, while Leehan is just your friend that’s tagged along for the ride. Was it normal to be jealous as a friend? He doesn’t know. 

“Leehan, what’s going on in your head? You got all quiet of a sudden,” Jaehyun calls him. You’re looking at him worriedly too, and Leehan secretly relishes in your attention, feeling like a little schoolboy being patted on the head by his favorite teacher.

He stares at the condensation forming on his glass of cold water, watches the droplets slide down to the surface of the table, and forces himself to take a steady breath. “It’s nothing,” he promises. “Just spacing out. What were we talking about?”

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The week later, you and Leehan spend the afternoon at the same diner. Jaehyun gets called to take an emergency shift at the convenience store, so it’s just the two of you now. You enter the booth first, and as Leehan moves to take the opposite seat, you tug at his jacket and happily pat at the empty space beside you. Hiding a shy smile, he slides in beside you. You then recite your orders to the waiter; you opt for a cheeseburger and fries, while Leehan’s in the mood for a milkshake. You eye Leehan’s choice of meal in trepidation, and right before the waiter leaves, you order another cheeseburger. “A milkshake isn’t lunch, Leehan. And I know you’re going to get hungry later—you always do. So eat this burger, alright?”

“Alright,” Leehan replies, head lowered to conceal how the corners of his lips curve up. He has no idea why the simple act of you ordering food for him has him flustered like this. Even as you gently reprimand him, he feels babied… in a good way? Like someone pays attention to him and cares enough to look after him. He likes when it’s you who does this out of everyone else.

You make small talk while the food is being prepared, and Leehan basks in your presence and energy. He’s always felt at ease with you, hasn’t he? You let him share marine life facts for hours on end without expressing any sort of annoyance, and he knows you’re listening by the way you chime in to clarify things he’s said or to ask questions of your own. When he shares his hobbies and interests with you, you’re there to support him. When he makes silly jokes, you always match his humor. And he gets a fluttery feeling in his heart when you rely on him too—every time you open up to him about what makes you happy, excited, scared, or sad, he feels content to intimately know another part of you. Leehan wants to know everything about you, no matter how long that takes. Maybe he just wants to be closer to you… as a best friend? Is he feeling all these things for you because he wants to be your closest friend?

He’s snapped out of his reverie when the server arrives with your food. “Eat,” you instruct, as you push the extra cheeseburger towards him. Leehan obediently takes a bite of his burger, following it up with a sip of his milkshake. Some of the whipped cream decorating the drink gets on his lips, but he doesn’t care because of the sheer joy he feels being seated beside you. So when Leehan’s in the middle of narrating a video about deep sea exploration discoveries, you interrupt him with a thumb to his lips. He trails off in stunned silence as you swipe once at his bottom lip. It’s only a couple of seconds, but it feels like eternity to him as he takes in your focused eyes, soft cheeks, and pouty mouth. 

When you turn back to your food like nothing’s happened, Leehan can feel his ears heat up, and he’s never been more grateful that he’s kept his hair this long. Clearing his throat, he takes another bite of his burger. As you talk and he eats, a plan formulates itself in Leehan’s brain. He wants all your attention on him again, wants your soft and gentle touch—but how can he do that without making it too obvious?

When he looks down at his drink, he’s found the answer.

The next time you glance at Leehan, he’s got whipped cream on his lips once again. You don’t think he knows because he’s continued recounting the details of the deep sea documentary to you and how the researchers managed to collect information from such depths. Laughing under your breath, you rub at the corner of his mouth again. Leehan stills when you do so, thanks you kindly, then proceeds to elaborate on the new species these scientists have identified. 

Over the next hour you spend in the diner, Leehan manages to get cream on his lips for a total of five more times. You don’t mind at all because you find it really adorable, given he’s rarely clumsy like this; you also love doting on him. The tiny smiles he sends your way when you wipe off the messes warms your heart even more. You’ve always found Leehan cute. Of course you can find your friends cute, no big deal. Right?

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When your friend group finally has the time to meet up after weeks of conflicting schedules, you find yourselves at your regular hangout place once again for dinner: the diner. You’re escorted to one of the bigger booths, where a singular, long leather bench winds around a large table. Here, you’re squeezed in between Leehan and Jaehyun. Jaehyun and Woonhak are loudly complaining about their final requirements, while Taesan and Riwoo speak in measured tones about their plans for the semestral break. You zone in on Jaehyun and Woonhak’s conversation, drawn in by their energetic storytelling.

When your food is served, Leehan is handed a burger he didn’t ask for. You’ve ordered him a cheeseburger again. You know him too well—he’s only gotten the same milkshake as the last time you two were here together. Still, as Leehan’s about to thank you, he finds that your back is angled away from him. You’re in the middle of a lengthy conversation with Jaehyun, whose loud and grating laughter bothers him. Then he pouts, silently sulking because he doesn’t have your undivided attention. Haven’t you guys been talking for ten minutes straight already? Have you forgotten he’s right beside you?

He thinks he’s concealed his emotions perfectly but fails to catch how Taesan and Riwoo share a knowing look at the spectacle in front of them. They’re both shaking their heads at their friend’s obliviousness. But all Leehan’s focused on is bringing (y/n)’s focus back on him. “(Y/n),” Leehan calls from beside you and taps your shoulder. “(Y/n).” 

“Yeah, what’s up?” you question. When you turn back, Leehan’s got cream on his lips again. He’s quietly waiting for you to wipe it off, and it makes you a little (just a little!!!) pleased that he waited for you especially to help him out. “Oh! Come here, Leehan.” 

“They’re both idiots,” Taesan sighs into Riwoo’s ear as you dab at Leehan’s lips with a tissue, both of you in your own little world. Leehan’s watching you fondly, while your own cheeks are red with shyness. Riwoo can’t agree more. When you finish wiping Leehan’s mouth and return to your conversation with Jaehyun, Leehan subtly pumps his fist at how he was effective in making you notice him—

Then finds his friends staring right at him. Taesan and Riwoo look like they’re about to burst into laughter. He freezes, cheeks burning red as he gets caught in this admittedly juvenile act. Taesan’s about to open his mouth when Leehan shakes his head. Please don’t, he mouths. Taesan shrugs and mouths back, Are you confessing anytime soon? Which—well—what exactly does he mean by that? Confessing? Romantic feelings? Him? To you? What? Taesan? What?

Leehan’s existential crisis is clear to the two of them as his eyes are blown wide open, the wheels visibly turning in his head as he comes to a realization. Understanding dawns upon Riwoo, who nudges his friend beside him. “Taesan… I don’t think he knows he has a crush on them.”

“Yeah, I’m just registering that now,” Taesan hisses back, highly entertained by all this, but also wondering what Leehan’s next move will be. 

You’re oblivious to all this happening in the background, still absorbed in your conversation with Jaehyun and Woonhak about your busy schedules. Like always, Jaehyun makes a mess of himself as he drops a piece of juicy burger meat on his shirt. “Nooo, my favorite shirt!” he wails, and of course, you—kind, lovely, beautiful you—come to the rescue. Leehan sullenly glowers as you wet some tissue and pat at Jaehyun’s chest repeatedly. You’re so close to Jaehyun you could already be hugging. And Woonhak, who’s glancing back and forth at the three of you, finally reads the room and goes silent. Locking eyes with both Taesan and Riwoo, he mouths, What the heck, and the two respond with matching shrugs. 

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“(Y/n), can we talk?” Leehan catches up to you as you exit the diner. The rest of the group have gone their own ways, citing their needs to catch up on homework and sleep. Woonhak, Taesan, and Riwoo drag Jaehyun away with them despite his incessant complaints of wanting to hang out with you more. Weird, you think, but nothing too worrisome, I hope.

“Sure! What’s going on?” Leehan seems troubled with the way he hesitantly makes his way over to your side as you both sit down on the benches outside the diner. There’s a considerable amount of space between you two—around two or three more people could fit. Which is odd—Leehan seemed so comfortable earlier, even as your shoulders incidentally brushed against each other in the diner.

“I…” Leehan starts but trails off. He seems unsure of himself, so you urge him to take his time. You have no idea what this is about, but you’re definitely worried. You’ve never seen Leehan this uneasy.

In the end, Leehan seems to be unable to muster up the courage to open up to you about his problem. “Nevermind,” he sighs. “It’s not that important…”

At this exact moment, your phone rings. “Sorry, give me a moment.” You hold a finger up, checking your phone. It’s Taesan—maybe he’s forgotten to tell you something, or maybe he’s left something at the diner? You hit answer. “Taesan?” You don’t catch sight of Leehan’s face paling at the mention of your friend’s name. 

“(Y/n), think about it. Do you think Leehan’s really that messy?—” Taesan manages to yell into the phone before it’s snatched up by Leehan, who swiftly ends the call. He’s not looking at you, but you spot his hands slightly tremble. What did Taesan mean by that? 

“What… What did Taesan say?” Leehan pries in a very small voice, at contrast with his hand grasping at your phone so tightly that his knuckles are becoming a ghastly shade of white.

You want your phone back first. “Leehan, my phone, please?” 

“Oh. Sorry.” Leehan passes it back to you, and his hands fist at his pants instead, tightening then letting go, almost like a pattern to soothe himself. 

“Well, Taesan told me to think about you being messy, which I don’t really get…?” You begin, trying to process the last two minutes or so. “What did he mean by that? You, messy?” You wrack your brain for an explanation—then you suddenly recall the other week you two met, when you wiped whipped cream off Leehan’s mouth multiple times. And just awhile ago, when Leehan waited for you to clean him up.

You have an inkling as to what this is about, but you want to really, really make sure it’s not just a product of your wishful thinking. “I could be wrong, but is Taesan talking about when you had whipped cream on your lips awhile ago?”

“Um… It’s nothing, really.” Leehan’s withdrawn into himself. It seems like he’s not going to give the acknowlegement you want, but you badly need to know the truth for the sake of your sanity. Like a godsend, your phone screen flashes with Taesan’s name again, and you answer as fast as you can, shielding yourself from Leehan’s attempts to steal your device. As you both struggle on the bench, you accidentally hit speakerphone —

“He put that cream on his lips on purpose while you weren’t looking!” Taesan’s voice rings out, then he hangs up. Then, you slowly glimpse at Leehan from your entangled position; his arms cage you on both sides of your head as he shadows you, your fronts almost pressing together if not for the hands you have clutched around your phone. You get to witness in real time how his face reddens in shame. His throat bobs and your eyes unconsciously follow the line of his neck to where his collarbones disappear under his shirt. 

Wait, you can’t afford to be distracted right now! “Leehan? What Taesan said… is that true? For today and last time?”

After a moment of silence, Leehan nods, letting out a shaky exhale, and you can feel his warm breath on your mouth. Upon realizing how close you both are, he quickly leans back and faces straight ahead, obstructing your gaze by placing an arm over his face. Despite that, his bright red cheeks are evident. You can feel your cheeks burn similarly as you process the implications of his actions.

“So, let me get this right. You intentionally put whipped cream on your li-lips so I could wipe it off you? Because you…?”

“Don’t make me say it… I’m really embarrassed now,” Leehan whines from behind his arm. “You already know what it means.”

You don’t care—you want to hear it straight from him. “No, tell me, I really don’t know,” you insist, yanking his arm down and smushing his cheeks in your palms so he can’t look anywhere except at you. Leehan’s eyes are wide and pitiful, but even as your heart clenches in guilt for what you’re putting him through, you force yourself to stay strong.

After a moment of silence as Leehan figures he can’t escape from your grasp, he starts speaking. “At-At first, I thought I just wanted us to be closer friends… But today made me understand that I-I actually want more than that with. With you.” Your heart pounds in your chest as Leehan finally admits, “I… like you. As more than a friend.” The more Leehan speaks, the more realization starts to dawn on you about your own feelings towards him. Then he starts sniffling, tears forming in his pretty doe eyes, and your heart drops to your stomach. 

“No, no, baby, why are you crying?” You feel like the worst person ever to exist as tears fall down Leehan’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” You wrap your arms around him, and he clutches at your shirt as his little sobs resume, his face tucked into your shoulder. You just hold him and apologize a thousand times as his cries subside. Eventually, he peeks up at you, eyes still watery, and you guiltily wipe the stray tears that make their way down his pretty face—of course he’s breathtaking, even when he cries. “I’m sorry, Leehan, I’m a terrible person for making you confess even when you didn’t want to.”

“Not your fault,” Leehan mumbles, “Wanted to be honest with you. Just didn’t expect to tell you this soon. I feel… overwhelmed.”

“This soon? Overwhelmed?”

At this, Leehan lets out a little sigh. “Just found out about my feelings at the diner. I thought they were platonic, but when I really thought about why I was so desperate to get your attention… it was because I wished you would look at me like that all the time and I wanted to be your priority. Romantically. But now looking back at how I tried to get your attention, I just feel like an immature kid now,” he laughs self-deprecatingly. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You probably don’t even want that from me…”

Before you can even say anything, Leehan seems to steel himself, disentangling himself from you and looking at you directly. “I like you, but I don’t want us to be awkward now that you know… I can keep my distance until you decide whether you want us to still be friends or not. I want to remain friends, but if you’re uncomfortable with that, just let me know… I promise I’ll step back.” Seeing how considerate Leehan is of your feelings sends a pang of affection through you, and you muster up the courage to be honest yourself.

“Leehan… While you were telling me about all this, I may have just realized that… I like you too. Romantically,” you add, seeing Leehan’s expression change from one of shock into one of tentative hope. “I thought I cared for you as a friend, but it made me happy when you relied on me. I don’t know if it’s selfish of me, but I wanted myself to be the first person you asked for help from. So everytime you wanted me to wipe your lips, it honestly made me really giddy. But Leehan, you don’t have to do that to get my attention… you’ve already had it ever since. And always,” you finish, your cheeks turning an impressive scarlet at your own bold declaration.

Leehan eyes are sparkling right now, and you almost melt (in a good way, the one that makes your insides feel all gooey) from the weight of his attention. “...Really?” he presses. You nod. “Really really?” You nod again. “Really really really? You’re sure? No takebacks?” His thinly veiled enthusiasm makes you giggle, and you agree for the third time.

“Yes, Leehan, I’m sure.” This time, your heart beats rapidly not out of anxiety, but of anticipation. “So… I hope it’s not too early for me to ask, but… do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” Leehan beams so hard his eyes turn into little crescents and his dimples start showing. “You’re mine too, right?”

“I am.”

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imagine holding hands with jaehyun and taking a stroll around a lake!!?? oh just kill me already like imagine talking about nonsense while basking in each others presence...

♫ soundtrack: evening glow — wave to earth 🌅

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I can picture the scene clearly... you and Jaehyun holding hands and walking around a park that surrounds a lake!!! You don't have a particular agenda, you just decide you want to spend time in each other's presence! This is the perfect date idea, because Jaehyun is the kind of person you can talk to about anything and everything. You don't have to worry about sounding silly or nonsensical because he's sure to reciprocate your energy <3

As you walk around the park, you never fail to excitedly point out pets being walked or in strollers. You'll run up to dogs and cats, introduce yourselves to them and talk to them in baby voices... ⋆🐾° Jaehyun will sneakily take your pictures while you're babbling to these pets (who probably have no idea what you're saying) and makes them his lockscreen! His favorite picture is the one where you're toppled over by a family of overly enthusiastic corgis, who slobber all over your face. You're giggling so hard tears are escaping your eyes—he has that as his wallpaper for months.

Jaehyun would definitely insist on holding your hand for as long as he can even if it gets sweaty ૮ ᴖ ﻌ ᴖ ა He just loves swinging your arms around as you walk with no particular destination in mind. Being idle with you makes him so happy—any mundane situation is always made better with you by his side.

When you both buy food, he'll rush to feed you! Jaehyun will open his own mouth like a baby bird, waiting for you to give him a bite too ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა In normal Jaehyun fashion, he gets food all over his mouth and you have to wipe it off every time. If he's eating something sweet he'll secretly put food on his lips and asks you to wipe it off... with your lips. Jaehyun gives you a very innocent look, puppy eyes and all. He thinks he's being sneaky; it's very, very obvious to you he's doing it on purpose, but you oblige him and place a kiss on his lips. The smile he gives you makes it worth pretending that you didn't see him put the food on his lips on purpose.

Even when the conversation dies down, things don't get awkward! You enjoy everything your relationship offers you, even the silence. It's the end of the day, and Jaehyun and you are sitting on the grass by the lake, watching the sunset. Jaehyun's gaze is fixated on you as you stare ahead—the way the sunset illuminates your skin reminds him of how beautiful you are, inside and out, and how lucky he is to have you. You don't need words for this moment to know how much you care for each other. Jaehyun pats at his shoulder expectantly—you tenderly rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent and making a home for yourself. Even as the sun disappears and everything is bathed in a dark glow, your hands are still intertwined.

I’m obsessed with the idea of a giggly make out with jaehyun because I don’t think this man has one whole serious bone in his body. But I’m also just so incredibly soft for his laugh, it always makes me smile and it’s so contagious.

And he’s so the type to just go ham and leave little kisses all over your face before leaving one big on your lips and giggling so hard right afterwards cause he just has so much love for you in his heart. 😵‍💫

And if you have to go and do something he’s just going to latch himself on to you and leave little kisses here and there. Maybe behind your ear or your temple. And it might be kind of annoying because he will try and kiss you in the weirdest places, like between the bridge of your nose and the corner of your eye or on your cupids bow, the softest little giggle leaving his lips after every kiss. And if you tell him to stop he’ll just pinch your cheek and bury his face as far into your neck and shoulder as possible while his hands slither a little up your shirt for more skin on skin contact. And if your sitting he’s definitely wrapping his legs around you cause he wants to be so close to you that he eventually becomes one with you

Please save me, this man is all I think about 🫠

Anon... I feel like you've already written a whole fanfic in my inbox! Would you ever consider writing for bnd? I mean, look at the material we've got here... ( •̀ - • )

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Jaehyun is definitely the type to giggle into kisses. ૮ ◜ ‧̫ ◝ ა Every time you make out it leaves you all giddy because of how happy you both are to be close to each other. I just know he also gives those really wet kisses all over your face on purpose to annoy you and will loooouudly protest when you wipe them off!!!!

I wholeheartedly agree with Jaehyun clinging to you while you're doing practically anything. He just needs to be connected to you somehow; it's a source of comfort for him to feel you! But be warned—he is the worst work companion because of how distracting he is. You will not get anything done if he's in the same room as you, but you can't deny him anything, can you really? Jaehyun will get what he wants. ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ ა

Imagine you're working at home on your computer and Jaehyun's there to keep you company. After a couple of minutes, he asks you if you're done, and you shake your head, not paying him any mind. When you respond to him absentmindedly, he pouts haaard. He'll poke at you to annoy you, but even then, you ignore him, which makes him sulk even more. ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

To get your attention back, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist, slipping a hand into your top innocently (...or is it? ૮ • ﻌ - ა) just so he can feel the warmth of your skin. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and sighs into your skin, peppering little kisses there that make you ticklish. He rubs your back with his palm and you shiver, and when he notices, he'll up the ante by trailing his nails lightly across your back. When you jerk in sensitivity and turn to glare at him, he'll smirk triumphantly now that he's gotten your attention.

Still, he'll deliver the final blow, asking you to "pay attention to me, please?" ૮⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ა while leaning on your shoulder and staring straight at you with his puppy eyes. He knows he's successful when you groan and shuck your laptop to the side, subjecting yourself to an hour of cuddles and kisses.

members: leehan x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, neighbors au

wc: 0.7k (blurb for an incoming oneshot!)

tw: insects

imagine leehan as your next-door neighbor when you move in your new unit. a month passes by and you develop a amicable relationship with him. your first, distant impression of him as the guy with a fish tank in his apartment slowly evolves into a positive one. while you wouldn't exactly say you trust him with your life, you can definitely rely on him for spare ingredients.

except the former gets put to the test pretty early—which leads to your current predicament. you've pressed yourself against the corner of your apartment, heart beating a mile a minute. you can feel a headache gradually growing as you attempt to figure out your next move. you have two choices:

plan a: you hunt down the wicked creature and dispatch of it as it casts its final breath, or

plan b: you pack up everything you own and move to the next city.

of course, you know deep down inside you would never carry out plan a—because cockroaches are your biggest fear. butterflies? their wings are pretty. millipedes? watching them slowly crawl their way from point a to b is cute. bees? even more adorable, and you're in awe of their power to sustain the ecosystem. but cockroaches? for the love of all that is holy, no. you would rather skydive than be in the same room as one. you've resolved to believe that, truly, not all insects are created equal (and roaches belong in hell).

but before you can even start shoving all your belongings into your luggage to make a run for it, a knock sounds at your door. not knowing who it is, you slowly creep towards the entrance, keeping your back to the wall in case the vile creature decides to make a run for you. once you're there, you call out, "who's there?" you try to sound unaffected, but the waver in your voice is obvious.

"it's me," the person on the other side of the door responds in a low, melodious voice. leehan! you thrust the door open and without thinking, you quickly circle him and use him as your shield. your neighbor makes a questioning hum, and you realize how rude you're being. still, you can't find it in yourself to face him like normal.

"what's this?" leehan asks amusedly, referring to your abrupt, awkward position. as he makes a move to turn around, you grip the back of his shirt with both hands.

"no!" at this, he pauses. instead, he tilts his head to look back at you, and you start rambling. "there's. a cockroach in my apartment. it's actually huge, monstrous even, like the size of my palm. i didn't know they could grow to be that big. or maybe it's an anomaly and it's actually evil and is strategizing to take me out for good. can you kill it please leehan. please, oh god."

at the end of your tirade, leehan is making a pensive sound. "so... you're scared of cockroaches?"

"was it not obvious enough!? yes, yes, yes a thousand times. please, leehan, this is literally so embarrassing and we aren't even close like that but please kill it for me."

close like what, leehan wants to ask, but he chooses not to comment on that. "alright," he sighs, "i'll kill it for you." as he tries to disentangle himself from you, you panic, taking it as a sign that your neighbor's about to abandon you for good. squealing, you wrap your arms around leehan's middle, squeezing him tight as you shake.

"leehan please don't go." as if this situation couldn't get any more humiliating, tears start dripping down your cheeks as you bury your face in leehan's back. hearing your sniffles, leehan finally understands the severity of your fear and how much his presence means to you.

in the midst of your bawling, you feel a warm hand pat your entwined arms. "it's okay," leehan soothes you, "i promise i won't leave you alone." he finally extricates himself from you as you stare fixedly at the floor, hands clutching at his. "come on, won't you look at me?" with your tear-blurred vision, you look up at your potential savior, who looks as gentle as ever. he's got a warm, comforting gaze and a steady grip on you. "i got you. do you believe in me?'

when you slowly nod, leehan steels his resolve and steps into your apartment. "now let's go exterminate this creature."

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