Paper Cranes 𓅥 ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚Jang Woo-Jin X Reader

hey! was just wondering (if your requests are open) if you could write something about chad meeks (from scream) and reader?? anything you want but maybe some fluff or like mutual pinning? Thanks anyway🫶🏼

nana's cookies and shared secrets

chad meeks x reader

words: 3.1k

notes: ahhh i loved writing this so much, i hope you like it :). not proofread!

living next to your best friend had many advantages. at least for chad, who would knock on your door every day at lunch and dinner time, a grin plastered on his face while he begged for you to cook him something. you were sure that he had never used his kitchen in the three months he'd been living in his apartment.

an advantage for you, though, was chad's dvd collection of your favorites movies. the ones you'd bought him for his fifteen birthday and that he still kept next to his tv, just in case a movie night was due for. his dvd collection was like a treasure trove of nostalgia, containing all the films that had shaped your friendship over the years. some were gifts from you, carefully chosen to match his taste, while others were movies he had discovered and introduced to you. each movie holding a special memory or inside joke between the two of you.

you cherished those dvd's, not only because of the moments with chad, but also because it was the only time where you would allow yourself to be so close to him. chad was a cuddler, if he wasn't holding onto a pillow, he would hold your hand, your thigh, anything. and you'd have to hide your face so he wouldn't see just how much you enjoyed being so close to him.

sometimes, while engrossed in one of the movies, chad's hand would find its way to yours. his touch always ignited a spark within you, an electric connection that you couldn't ignore. you would steal glances at him, trying to gauge if he felt the same way. but as quickly as the touch came, it would retreat, leaving you longing for more.

it was bittersweet, these stolen moments of intimacy. you cherished them, treasured them, but at the same time, you feared what might happen if you let your true feelings show. the risk of losing chad's friendship seemed too big, and so you buried your emotions deep within, hiding them behind laughter and playful teasing. as time went on, you wondered if there would ever come a day when you could gather the courage to reveal your true feelings to chad.

when you were ten, chad gifted you a journal for your birthday so you could write down your own recipes, knowing just how much you loved baking with your grandmother. and the year later, he bought a signed cd of your favorite singer, which you were sure was now scratched and worn out from how many times you'd played it.

as you grew older, your feelings for chad evolved beyond friendship. you began to see him in a different light, noticing the small details that made him himself and realizing the depth of your affection for him. however, the fear of ruining what you had held you back from expressing those feelings. what if he didn't feel the same way? what if it changed everything between you?

so, you continued to live in the shadow of the friend zone, relishing the stolen moments of closeness during movie nights while suppressing the longing in your heart. each time chad's hand brushed against yours, you wondered if it was a sign, a subtle indication that he might share your hidden desires. but doubt and uncertainty clouded your thoughts, and you convinced yourself it was merely wishful thinking on your part.

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chad's job took time away from your usual meals together, his shifts were long and tiring, so when he got back to his home he went straight to bed, leaving you to cook alone. the absence of chad's cheerful presence during mealtimes made you realize just how much you relied on those shared moments. cooking for one felt empty, and you found yourself longing for the sound of his laughter and the taste of his genuine appreciation for your company.

as the days turned into weeks, you couldn't help but miss the movie nights as well. the dvds sat untouched, collecting dust on his shelf, and you yearned for the familiar comfort of sitting side by side with chad, engrossed in a captivating story while stealing glances at each other in the dimly lit room. the movies had always been an excuse to be close, and now that excuse was absent.

you couldn't deny that something had shifted within you. the longing in your heart grew stronger, and you missed him terribly. but still, the fear of rejection held you back, and you couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing the bond you shared.

one evening, unable to distract yourself, you found yourself flipping through the pages of the journal chad had given you all those years ago. memories flooded back as you read the entries about your baking recipes and the messy handwriting of your younger self, and a surge of nostalgia washed over you. you stood, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you rushed to your front door, ready to go visit him and swinging it open.

outside stood chad, his hand up as if he was about to knock, and a grin on his face, one you had missed more than anything. "i know it's late, but... dinner?" you couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of relief rush though you. "i've missed your cooking too much," he admitted sheepishly, stepping inside your apartment. "i've been eating takeout for weeks, and it's just not the same."

you chuckled and closed the door behind him. "someone's hungry." chad's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "always hungry when it comes to your cooking. i know it's late, do you have any leftovers for me?" he mimicked the puppy eyes that used to work so well on his own mother when he was a kid.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "you never change, do you? always trying to get a free meal out of me." he shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "it's not my fault you're an amazing cook. i can't resist your food." his arms circled your waist while you looked inside the fridge, your cheeks heating up like they usually did around chad.

you pretended to be unfazed by his proximity, even though his touch sent shivers down your spine. "well, lucky for you, i made a double portion of my famous lasagna yesterday. i knew you'd show up eventually," you teased, trying to mask the butterflies in your stomach.

chad leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "you always know how to take care of me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. the closeness between you felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking, a delicate balance that you had become accustomed to over the years. he blinked, smirking. "you're letting the cold out of the fridge, y/n"

you snapped back to reality, realizing you were still standing with the fridge door open. blushing, you quickly grabbed the container of lasagna and closed the fridge. "right, sorry about that," you mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

chad chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "no worries, i'm used to you getting lost in your own world. now, let's dig into that lasagna before it gets cold!"

as you served the steaming slices onto plates, chad couldn't contain his anticipation. "mmm, it smells amazing," he praised, eagerly taking his seat.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watched him, his enthusiasm bringing warmth to your heart. with each bite, he savored the flavors and occasionally let out sounds of delight. it was a familiar sight, one that brought back memories of countless meals you had shared together.

between mouthfuls, chad paused and looked up at you. "you know, i've really missed this. eating together, talking, just being here with you." before you could answer, he spoke again. "you know what i miss?"

"what?" you smiled, and he reached for another fork-full of his dish, "your nana's cookies." he closed his eyes, humming as he pretended to imagine having one of his childhood snacks. you laughed softly at his comment, "ah, those cookies were legendary, weren't they? i still remember the first time you tried them. you practically begged my nana to share the recipe with you."

chad grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "can you blame me? they were like bites of heaven! remember when i tried to replicate them? i'm not allowed near an oven back at home anymore."

you laughed, remembering the disastrous baking attempts chad had made in the past. "oh, god. i remember that. you made mindy try the burnt cookies." chad shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"i had such high hopes, you know. but i guess baking just isn't my forte. that's why i rely on your amazing cooking skills." you raised an eyebrow playfully, before he shushed you and stood to clean off both of your plates. "you know," you started, "i'm pretty sure she gave me the recipe, it must be on the journal you got me."

chad's eyes widened with excitement. "really? you have your nana's cookie recipe in there?" he asked eagerly, his voice filled with anticipation.

you nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "yeah, i'm pretty sure it's in here somewhere." you motioned for chad to join you at the kitchen counter, where the journal sat and you flicked through the pages before setting it open to a page filled with your grandmother's neat handwriting.

chad leaned in, his eyes scanning the page. "oh, look at this! 'nana's secret chocolate chip cookies,'" he read aloud, his voice filled with delight. "this is the one!"

you both huddled closer, shoulder to shoulder, as you read through the cherished recipe together. chad's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "well? let's bake them." he offered, taking the book from your hands and listing the ingredients, once he was done, he looked up, waiting. "hurry!"

you grinned, captivated by chad's eagerness. "alright, let's do it. but i have one condition," you teased, raising an eyebrow. chad tilted his head, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "oh, really? what's the condition?"

you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "you have to promise not to burn down the kitchen this time." he reached for your hand, mimicking a handshake, "i do the mixing and you do the baking?"

"deal. just make sure to follow the recipe carefully this time, mr. kitchen disaster." chad feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "hey now, i've improved! i'll have you know that my cooking skills have gone up a whole half-notch since the last time."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "half a notch, huh? well, i'll be sure to keep the fire extinguisher nearby, just in case."

as you gathered the ingredients and started preheating the oven, chad stood by your side, eagerly watching your every move. it felt natural to be in the kitchen together, sharing this moment, and you couldn't help but savor it. and every time you moved around the kitchen to grab the ingredients that chad had listed before, you could feel him near, his chest against your shoulder, or simply his presence was driving you insane.

"so, what's the first step, chef?" chad asked, a spark of mischief in his eyes. you handed him a mixing bowl and a whisk. "first, we'll need to cream together the butter and sugars. and by 'we,' i mean you. i'll supervise to make sure you don't cause any culinary disasters."

chad grinned, accepting the challenge. "alright, chef supervisor, prepare to be amazed by my whisking skills!" he started vigorously whisking the butter and sugars together, his enthusiasm infectious.

you watched him with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "steady there, whisking champion. remember, we want a creamy consistency, not an arm workout."

chad chuckled, his focus shifting to maintaining a steady pace. "got it. creamy consistency." as he continued whisking, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. the familiar rhythm of your friendship mixed with the anticipation of what could be.

after the butter and sugars were perfectly combined, you handed chad the next set of ingredients. "now, add the eggs and vanilla. slow and steady wins the race."

chad nodded, cracking the eggs carefully and adding them to the mixture. he poured in the vanilla extract you'd handed to him and whisked again, his determination evident. "slow and steady." you thought it was cute, the way he kept repeating your instructions and how he bit his bottom lips as he focused on the task at hand.

the thought crossed your mind once again, what if this was the perfect moment to reveal your true feelings?

you pushed the thought aside, reminding yourself of the risks involved. you didn't want to lose the friendship you cherished so much. but as the minutes ticked by, and chad's whisking turned into a rhythm, you found it harder to resist the pull of your emotions.

"alright, chad, you're doing great," you encouraged, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "now, let's add the dry ingredients gradually and mix."

chad followed your instructions, adding the flour mixture little by little while you gently folded it into the batter. the kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your hands working together. once you informed him the mix was done, he went to dip a finger in it, just for a taste but you smacked his hand away.

he watched you intently as you poured a few chocolate chips into the mix, but they didn't seem to be enough for chad. "some more? pleaseee" when you looked back at him with a mocking look, he took the matter into his own hands and titled your hands towards the bowl, dipping the whole handful of chips into the bowl. he grinned at his own actions. "don't look at me like that, you know chocolate makes everything better."

chad followed you to the heated oven, opening it for you so you could slide the tray inside easily. as you waited, chad leaned against the counter and you sat next to him, your thighs and his hips almost touching. a hush fell over the kitchen, the only sound being the gentle hum of the oven.

chad's gaze held yours, and you could see a whirlwind of emotions playing out on his face. silence stretched between you, and doubt began to creep in, threatening to shatter the fragile moment.

but then, with a mix of determination and tenderness, chad leaned in, closing the distance between you. his lips brushed against yours, not fully sealing in a kiss. his breath ghosted over your lips, the smell of chocolate evident due to the few chips he'd secretly sneaked into his mouth while you finished off with the mixture.

"chad" you whispered, not really sure of what you were going to say. just testing to see if you were still able to speak because of the proximity. his eyes didn't move away from yours as he moved his hand from the countertop to your waist, then your neck. your heart raced, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more.

"chad…" you repeated and your voice wavered, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions that threatened to consume you.

you tilted your head slightly, inviting him in, and he obliged, closing the distance between your lips. the first touch was electric, a soft brush that left you craving more. his lips were warm and velvety, molding against yours with a gentle urgency, as if he had dreamed of this as much as you had.

chad's hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. lost in the moment, you could feel his breath against your skin, mingling with your own. soft breaths escaped both of you, blending with the sounds of your lips exploring each other. the taste of him, sweet, filled your senses, intoxicating you further.

with each kiss, the intensity grew, and you craved more. his tongue sought entrance, a silent plea for deeper connection, and you willingly granted it.

your bodies pressed against the counter, the heat between you intensified. you could feel the tension building, the desire burning within you both. the intimate dialogue that ensued was whispered, breathless, and filled with a shared longing.

his hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, igniting every nerve. the kisses became deeper, more urgent. time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you, the world beyond the kitchen counter fading away. you felt like if chad moved away from you, you'd melt away. urging for the smallest touches, like you'd always done.

the beeping of the oven made you pull back slightly, only for chad to dive back in for another kiss, his hands cradling your face as he slowed his forceful kiss into small pecks. not pulling away, you slid down the counter, your hips meeting his as he kept his hands on your waist, holding you close to him.

"they're gonna get burnt." you mumbled, your voice almost being stolen away by his mouth. he hummed, finally pulling away to let you turn off the oven and take out the tray, carefully placing it on the stovetop.

you turned to face chad, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "they turned out perfect," you said, your voice laced with satisfaction.

chad grinned, "well, you're the master-chef here. i'm just the lucky taste tester," he replied, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours.

you laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within. "oh, so now you're admitting that you sneak cookies before they're fully baked?"

chad shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "what can i say? it's my job to ensure the quality control, you know."

rolling your eyes, you reached for a freshly baked cookie from the tray, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. chad's grin widened, and he reached for a cookie himself. taking a bite, he closed his eyes, relishing the taste. when he opened them again, his gaze locked with yours, a spark of desire evident.

he moved closer, and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, he reached for your head and ruffled your hair before smirking. "how about i go get my dvds? i don't have work tomorrow."

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

so in the newest video (solitary confinement) sharky REALLY wanted a friend. But since Aj was being a bitch to him (typical Aj I love him sooo much) he decided to bite the bait and sends y/n to his room. Y/n and sharky are the bestest of friends.

So when sharks falls asleep, aj sends y/n to his room and she's just playing with his hair and softly patting his face until he wakes up. When his eyes open, he is over the moon and takes her in a home crushing hug.

This ends up in a very flirty, sappy video where sharky and y/n are basically acting like a cute married couple.

You can also add the fans and boys reaction to the video hehe.

Love ur stuff sm ❤❤❤❤

A Friend in Solitude - Sharky

Summary: Sharky finds comfort in a quiet moment with you during a video challenge

Pairing: Sharky x Reader

Genre: Fluff Masterlist

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Sharky had tried to fight it, he really did. He talked to the camera about how he should win the video, slept, and even did a few laps around the room. But boredom turned to restlessness, and restlessness turned to end up where his body curled up in the corner where the bed is and the blanket wrapped around him, breath steady as he finally gave in to the silence and drifted off.

He looked small like that. Still. Tired in a way he rarely ever let show.

Aj watched the screen from the other room, arms crossed, lips twitching between annoyance and affection.

“He actually knocked out” Aj mumbled as he suppressed a laugh pointing at the monitor.

You stood behind him, your eyes soft.

“He hates being alone” You said quietly, watching a hopeless Sharky slowly fall asleep.

“You know that” You added.

Aj sighed like he was pretending not to care but his hand was already reaching for the button.

“Go on then” Aj muttered.

"Before he wakes up and thinks he’s been abandoned” Aj added with a small grin.

You didn’t wait. You slipped through the door, soft steps echoing faintly as you entered the room.

Sharky didn’t stir. His breathing was even. His face relaxed. He looked so at peace, and yet so vulnerable it tugged at your chest.

You knelt beside him gently and reached out, brushing a few curls off his forehead. Your fingers lingered, threading lightly through his hair.

Then, without thinking, you started softly patting his cheek. Not to wake him up fully but just enough to let him know he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Sharky” You whispered.

He blinked awake slowly, confusion written all over his face at first. Then, as his eyes found yours, everything in him softened. The tiredness, the quiet, the dullness in his chest was gone in an instant.

“You’re here” Sharky said as he stared at you like he couldn’t believe it.

“Of course I’m here” You said as you nodded, smiling gently.

Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug so tight it nearly knocked you off balance. His face is tucked into your neck. His fingers gripped the back of your hoodie like he was scared you’d disappear again.

“I missed you” Sharky murmured with a tired smile.

“I missed you too” You said.

The hug lingered, warm and quiet. You didn’t speak much after that. You didn’t need to.

Eventually, you ended up side by side on the beanbags, his head in your lap again, your fingers still in his hair. He kept glancing up at you like he couldn’t stop smiling.

And you kept brushing his curls back, over and over, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You okay now?” You asked softly.

“Yeah” Sharky whispered, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Now that you’re here” Sharky added.

And just like that, the confinement didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Meanwhile, in the control room, Aj had been watching the entire thing unfold on the monitor. His eyes flickered between the two of you, watching the way Sharky melted into the quiet, the way you cared for him so effortlessly. He shook his head, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“You two are insufferable” Aj muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair.

But the way he glanced at the screen one last time, he couldn't help the small, knowing smile that tugged at his lips.

“Yeah, well, if it works for them…” Aj said as he shrugged.

And for the first time that night, he left the screen on, letting you and Sharky stay exactly where you were. No interruptions. Just the two of you, together.

- end -

Hello lovelies! What's up? Anyways I've been trying to keep up with the requests and stuff but I got a lot going on lmao mayyybee try to show love to other members and send some requests for them too lmao

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR POOKIES!!!

FINNICK FLUFF FINNICK FLUFF FINNICK FLUFF

Nah but same my passion for this fandom reignited after watching tbosas, and I forgot how much I loved Finnick. Peeta and everyone else is absolutely great but Finnick's story just... My heart :( So any fluff resulting in Finnick getting a big old cuddle and being allowed to ask for things he wants and needs instead of doing anything he's asked out of instinct would be right up my alley, if that's amenable to you!

here it is i kind of combined it with another request but i hope you like it 🤍 TYSMMM FOR THE REQUEST

he’s so pretty and if you disagree, I will be under your bed tonight

Sickeningly in love literally.

Pairings: Go Hyuntak x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're sick and Gotak's here to take care of you.

Genre: Lovers, tooth aching fluff (yes) , language, and reader being sick.

W/C: 1,159

Photos used are from pinterest! Ugh, ain't he a cutie patootie?

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You grew up next door in Singil-dong, and were practically raised in each other's homes, always being each other's playdate. Ever since the two of you decided to become "married" in the playground, you've always been together.

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Go hyuntak and his friends planned to hang out after school at Baku's dad's chicken resto. Him and his friends are already fighting over who get's the first drumstick, his phone pressed to his ear, talking to you, his girlfriend.

"You out of school yet?" He asked, smiling faintly. Talking to you always made his day. Then your voice—quiet, strained. "Didn't go." Gotak blinked, his smile faltered. "What, why?" His words came out slow. The group had gotten quiet as they listened in, Baku leaned against the table, one arm propped casually as he watched Gotak, Jun-tae pausing mid-bite out of his chicken, and Sieun now leaned back in the booth seat, eyes flicking between the group.

"Jus' didn't feel like it," you say, a faint rasp in your voice. Then came the cough. Raspy. Rough. Gotak straightened up, his face frowning. "You're sick."

"I'm not—"

"You are."

"No, i'm—"

"I'm on my way." He cuts in again, standing up. And he'd already hung up before you could protest. Baku furrowed his brows, his arm still leaning lazily on the table. "Yo, what do you mean? You're leaving?" Gotak glances at Baku with a half-apologetic smile. "It's Y/N, she's sick." Baku only went 'ahh' then nodded. "Who?" Sieun asked, glancing between them, confused. Baku grins, patting Sieun's back. "His girlfriend, bro." He says, 'bro' in english. "Enjoy without me." Gotak muttered, grabbing his bag.

Before Gotak could leave, Baku called out, "Stay safe!" Gotak just lifted a hand in response, already halfway out. Jun tae blinked after him, then turned to Baku. "Wait—he has a girlfriend?" Baku let's out a short laugh and shook his head. "Man's whipped."

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You often found yourself alone, thanks to your parents' demanding jobs. Your bedroom is a mess—trash tossed everywhere, books you were supposed to study—left open and forgetten and discarded tissues from your constant sneezing. You could barely move without wincing as your joints would pop painfully.

You try to ignore the sharp pain in your throat, but it made even breathing a struggle. Lying down could only offer little relief. Your phone then buzzed beside you, and you could barely lift it. Eyes heavy, you blinked a few times and squinted at the screen.

귀염둥이 (cutie)

(Gotak): Baby, open the door. I'm outside.

Then a second message followed,

(Gotak): [kiss emoji]

With a groan, you pushed yourself off the bed, limbs trembling. You then wrapped your arms around yourself as you make your way to the front door. "Babe, baby, babe." He calls out, knocking lightly. "Wait up, Gogo." You croaked, his nickname falling past your lips. "I swear, if you don't open the door in five seconds—" the door creaks open, and Gotak's eyes land on you. "Just kidding." He continued.

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..

"Holy shit, Y/N."

Your face looked drained of color, clammy and pale—your eyes puffy and tinged red. Dark circles had bloomed under your eyes, and your knees looked ready to buckle.

You leaned against the doorframe, your whole body drooped like it wanted to fold into the floor. "You look like you haven't slept in days." Before you could respond, his hand found your waist as he nudged you aside to step in. "Still pretty though," he muttered, almost to himself. "It's kind of unfair." Holding you for a lil while, he quickly took the stuff he bought for you in, kicking the door shut behind him.

His arm stayed around you, eyes scanning your face again. "Okay, okay—Couch. Now." His hand shifted to your back, firm and warm as he guides you towards the couch. You leaned into him instinctively, your steps dragging. He eased you down onto the couch gently, crouching in front of you. "So, i got you noodles," he said, trying to sound casual. "And. . . Medicine. Sooo stay there, and don't move much. Doctor Gotak's got you."

Go hyuntak made sure that you were cozy on the couch before heading to the kitchen, placing the plastic bags on the counter with a sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around the place. He figured he'd check on your room, just a peek. He then walked over and nudged your bedroom door open, "Woah," he clutched his chest dramatically. "This looks like biohazard-level, babe."

He lingered on the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, the other resting on his hip.

"This is tragic."

With a sigh, he crouched to pick up your trash, the scattered tissues, half-finished notes, and books. "You really tried to study through this, huh." He whispered. "This is so unsanitary—" he paused as he picked up a framed photo on your desk—one of the two of you at some arcade. Gotak jerked his head with a quiet snort. "Stubborn girl," he says softly, almost fondly. "You should've told me."

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The scent of boiling noodles filled the air, steam curling lazily from the pot. Gotak, his hoodie's sleeve rolled up, stood at the stove, stirring the noodles with a concentration that seemed ridiculous for something so little. It must be perfect. He thinks to himself.

He kept glancing back at the couch where you lay bundled up in your blanket like a sad little burrito, the damp towel he'd placed earlier having slipped slightly off your forehead. "Aishh." He left the ladle propped on the side and padded over, sitting beside you with a soft sigh. Gently, he brushed the towel back into place and adjusted your blanket higher like you were some fragile thing.

"You feeling any better?" He asked, his finger brushing your cheek. "i can barely breath," you joked, the corners of your lips twitching upward. "Not funny."

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Gotak returned to you, balancing a steaming bowl of noodles in one hand and a lukewarm glass of water in the other. You slowly pushed yourself up, one shaky hand gripping the cushion. He immediately sets the bowl on the coffee table and helped you sit properly, settling in beside you. "Slow, baby. Sit slow," he muttered.

Then, he gently nudged your head with his knuckle. "You're such a pain," his tone dropped a bit. "I'm seriously pissed, you know," he says, voice low and annoyed. "Mm—ow," you winced, softly, the sound barely leaving your lips.

He immediately froze. "Shit. Baby. I'm sorry—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to. Fuck. Sorry, babe. Sorry, sorry." His voice cracked with guilt, his hands hovering near your face, unsure if he should hold you or not. You gave a weak laugh. "Eat first, okay? Drink your meds after, then you can go to sleep. I'll stay." You nodded faintly, then smiled.

"Thank you....i love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against the side of your head. "Don't scare me like this again."

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𝐃𝐎N'T N𝗘𝗘D TO 𝙎AY IT ───── weak hero class ꒰ y. sieun xreader # ). was i just a little too late?

newton’s third law: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction 𓂃. sieun hadn’t forgiven himself for what happened to suho. you could tell, eyes don't lie.

★ slight spoilers for season one , , angst / hurt-comfort ⓘmentions of fighting blood & cuts 🛞 3kish

It’s said that the eyes are the window to the soul—the way you see everything beautiful in the world. But then the opposite would have to reign true too, wouldn’t it? They can be cold or full of warmth and love. They tell you so much about a person. 

A gift given and so easily taken. 

Horrified was an understatement. “What the fuck… did you do?” Disturbed by the sight in front of you; Your best friend, half-dead in a sterilized room, you couldn’t believe your eyes. 

Immediately, the man at the patient's side got to his feet, spinning around to face you in the doorway. He had a sickly look, worse than one from just a stomach ache. His mouth opened and closed, clearly not sure what to say—what would be right to say. His eyes were teary, obviously distraught. But you couldn’t see past the blue-hot rage rushing through you. There was a knife in your hand, and you didn’t care who it was pointed at. 

Just that it hit someone. 

That it made them feel pain like you did—like you couldn’t stand. Call it selfish, but if you were going to feel destroyed, then you’d do the same to everyone else. 

“It’s not fair!” Your voice raised, and so did some walls; ones you thought were lowered enough for the man in front of you to create an understanding strong enough to outweigh the tragedy. To trauma-bond. But, nothing compared to the feeling of losing someone you never thought you would, “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t see you sit here everyday. I hate this—them. You. I can’t stand to see you, Si-eun, get out of my face!” 

But it was the guilt. The agony. Maybe you should’ve been the one in the hospital bed, you bargained, you should be the one who dies, not him. 

…It wasn’t always like that though. 

You used to be a normal friend group. You used to laugh. You used to joke. You used to hang out at random snack stands. You used to deny your feelings for Si-eun, back when Suho was the only one who knew (you barely even knew). Feel comfortable. You used to call Beom-Seok someone you trusted, someone you liked. You used to be able to look in the mirror and not hate who was staring back at you. You used to be dedicated to studying, focused on the future. But now all you felt was comatose, regretful of a past you felt you hadn’t appreciated enough. A closeness between people you held and let vanish. A gaping hole that you now only had a shovel in. 

“Yeon Si-eun,” Your friend motioned to the shorter boy next to him who was clutching the straps of his backpack, “I saved him, I’m sure you heard.” 

“Actually, I heard you stopped him.” You contradicted, eyeing over the man who was expressionless, even after you imposed his violence, “I heard he would’ve killed those boys.” 

Ice-cold. That’s what Suho described Si-eun as a day ago when he was sitting on your bed, and you could see it. But it seemed like he only disguised himself with that to survive, to not draw attention, to mask a pain that was deep-rooted. 

Or maybe it just took one to know one. 

“It’s nice to meet you… Yeon Si-eun.” You held out your hand to him, “Yn, Suho’s best friend—not girlfriend, he’s definitely not my type.” 

Suho threw his head back, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, whatever, fuck you. I’m everyone’s type, right Si-eun?” 

The familiar beat of a popular song started playing, and you immediately stood up. You grabbed a spoon and an empty Soju bottle from off the table, putting them together as a makeshift microphone for the time being. 

Suho’s eyebrows rose as you joined Beom-Seok in the middle of the small room, iconically singing Mingyu’s opening to HOT by SEVENTEEN. 

Then, he burst out laughing, dragging Si-eun’s body back and forth as he practically spasmed in his seat. But Si-eun had a smile on his face too, arms crossed over his chest—though, not because he was uncomfortable, it was natural looking. Something you could get used to seeing more often. 

He didn’t want to, but he was opening up to your friend, in turn, you and Beom-Seok as well.

“Here,” You glanced up from the mock exam you were bent over at a familiar voice, sights meeting a very calm Si-eun. He had a bruise on his cheekbone that he tried to hide by turning his head, but you saw it. You knew he knew you did too. “Suho got you a snack.” 

“And he didn’t give it to me?” You quizzed, going back to the paper, although setting the pen down, “I thought he was a delivery boy.” 

Si-eun let out a huffed-laugh, and your eyes widened in surprise, hidden by your downturned gaze. He knew how to do that when Suho wasn’t around? 

“Are you two dating?” Suho laughed out, resting further back into the couch cushion behind him, “Because you look good together.” 

“You know he doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you,” 

Suho scoffed, your eyes rolling in return. But you could tell your best friend caught the way you glanced in Si-eun’s direction after, “Besides, I’m too busy to date anyone—especially, one of you guys who keep fighting like a bunch of… well, men. I have standards, you know. And, I’m so close to leaving the country to study abroad. I hate long distance, I don’t think I could do it.”

Si-eun remained silent, looking curiously between you two. He was a man of few words, however, you often could tell his emotion now; through body language, through slight variations in his expressions. Call it intuition. 

Perhaps the opposite reigned true as well though. 

Definitely not a crush. 

“Did you seriously fail again?” You gawked in Suho’s direction, “I gave you the answers this time!” 

Then your hand was flying out to lightly smack the man next to you on the arm. He flinched, grabbing at where you made contact—though you know he’s been hit harder. You’ve even seen it. And, as much as it was terrifying, you had to hand it to him, he had determination. 

“Si-eun! What happened to getting him to pass?” 

His eyes were wide, innocently so, “We were working all night.” 

Beom-Seok, who was next to Suho in the restaurant booth, let out a chuckle, just listening. He knew you’d spare no offense in mocking your friend's lack of educational-dedication. But, you knew Suho had other priorities, you just wished he’d listen to your pleas a little more than he actually did. 

Though, it didn’t stop you from joking, knowing you’d stay up ‘till dawn to help him memorize the periodic table, and algebraic formulas again and again if you had to. “Working… hardly at all, I see.” 

“That’s not funny, yn, I tried my best!” 

“You fell asleep halfway through, the only circles you were drawing was from the drool coming out of your mouth!” 

Laughter sounded in the small space, and you realized that maybe a simple life was better than all the exotic future plans; the adventures you wanted to go on with Suho, the better life you thought you could give Si-eun, the childlike love you had for the three of them. 

Maybe you didn’t want to leave after highschool. Maybe you wanted to stay and grow with them instead—there were plenty of good schools here that could offer you piloting classes. 

“Can I ask you something, Si-eun?” You stumbled into him, grabbing at his arm to steady yourself. You could feel his body tense, but then relax. “Did Suho actually get me that during exam season?” 

Eventually, you came to a stop outside a snack shop, one that sold Tteokbokki and fish cakes, and you squealed—shifting through your purse for some loose cash. In your intoxicated state, you thought that sounded like the most delicious thing you could eat. 

As you were shifting through your bag clumsily, Si-eun had already bought you a platter by the time you looked up with a bill clutched between your fingers. 

He wordlessly handed you a toothpick to stab the rice cakes with, while he held a cup with skewed fish cakes and broth for you later. 

You didn’t know why he offered to walk you home, you lived in the opposite direction of him, but you were glad it was him by your side. You were glad he caught you when you stumbled. You were just glad it was Yeon Si-eun: someone you thought you’d only see from a far. 

Your lip jutted out at the gesture, “Really?” 

He slightly shrugged, “You looked excited.” 

You took a bite, the spiciness hitting the spot. You loved it, it was one of your favorite ways to eat food. 

“I, uh—like you.” You slurred through a mouthful, giggling and then slapping your lips with a gasp, “Wait! Did I just say that? I’m sorry. It’s true but, I mean I didn’t—wasn’t going to say anything—” 

“Yn... I like you too.” 

But then everything came crashing down. Every plan you had crumbled. Every scooter ride with Suho where you would scold him for going too fast or taking a turn too sharp suddenly seemed like a luxury you’d never get back. Every stolen glance between you and Si-eun, every light brush of the hand, every word that went unsaid seemed like it would now remain as a stain on your heart. Every rainbow was monotone, void of color in a world that used to be so vibrant. Every smile and joke, and I trust you and I love you’s were in the past, long-lost to a violent and pain-filled future. 

One you never in a million years would have planned for. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Si-eun never said much, and when he did it was blunt and to the point. Some might say he was rude, cold, but truthfully, you think he just felt like nobody ever listened if it wasn’t short-winded and sharp enough to cut. “I don’t need your pity.” 

He’d gotten into another fight, God knows when, and somehow ended up at your doorstep. A cold night, maybe reflective of the sorrow in the air. The weight on his shoulders. The crushing guilt. 

He swore he’d stop. 

But It was always a fight. It was always punches and kicks that ruined everything. And eventually, it hit hard enough to break your heart in a million pieces. 

You weren’t exactly close anymore, after what happened to your best friend Ahn Suho last year, but you couldn’t resist opening the door wide enough for the man to make his way in. 

Afterall, you used to be friends, and something in between. You used to know him. 

And there was something alluring about Si-eun. He’s always had it—the way his eyes portray every emotion on his otherwise monotone face. The way he walks around like an aimless vessel. You hadn’t seen him in a while, but it seemed like something had broken inside him since that time, something darker by nature. But something sadder, too, lived simultaneously. 

You reached to the side, grabbing a tube branded by some antibacterial ointment off of the sinks porcelain. 

“I don’t pity you, Si-eun.” You replied, squeezing a glob onto the end of a cotton swab, “Not after what happened.” 

He slumped over a little more at your words, avoiding your gaze by looking at the ground instead, where you stood in front of him. He was sitting on the toilet, after you’d caught a glimpse of the bruises and cuts his skin had, ushering him into the bathroom to play doctor. 

Truthfully, you don’t know why you did it—why you opened the door. Maybe it was the moonlight that glistened over his features, the ones you used to admire all those months back. Maybe it was the clear sense of longing that overtook your body when you’d finally heard a word from him—a broken plea, your name, from his cut up lips. Maybe it was the familiarity of a past life you missed. 

Maybe it was because he was the only thing you had left of Suho… The only memory you could stand to remember. 

Si-eun sighed, hands coming together in his lap. He shifted, almost like he was uncomfortable—but, you can’t remember the last time you’d actually seen him be comfortable; Maybe it was before your shared friend went into a coma, or maybe he never has been. 

However, somewhere deep down you could see the smile on his face that used to brighten up any room. One that would only come out when Suho, Beom-Seok, you and him would hang out. Back before everything ripe turned rotten. Back when it was the four of you against the world. Before the bloodied knuckles and bruised eye sockets. 

Before you told Si-eun you couldn’t stand to see him anymore, that one stupidly contrasting day; sunny and boiling hot, to your harsh and cold tongue. 

You couldn’t will yourself to remember, but you’d never actually forget what everyone at your school seemingly has; the boy in the back of the class who slept so soundly despite the noise, the straight A student who broke and moved schools, and the man who suddenly went missing before the dew on the spring leaves even began to dry.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered out under a breath, “I’m really sorry, yn.” 

And suddenly all you could see behind your eyes was the disheartened look of a man who sat outside your shared lifelines hospital room. Shoulders hunched as he typed messages he feared would never be read. As he held back tears and swallowed down the crushing guilt. 

He’d seen you once, but there was a lifeless look behind his eyes. One that you couldn’t recognize, like he didn’t recognize. A vague sense of displacement, hopelessly devoted, like he couldn’t stand to see himself reflected off of you. 

And that’s when you realized, he never stopped blaming himself. He bent only so far before he broke. You heard about it; Smashing widows and cracking bones. You heard the desperation in his cries. Your heart shattered with him and for him: Everything Si-eun used to be. Everything Si-eun could’ve been. It all came crashing down, and he was still trying to climb out of the rubble. 

And that’s why you distanced yourself from his name. Because it hurt too much to see the what-if’s that never happened… But could’ve. Everything Si-eun should’ve been to you. It hurt too much when people would ask you how Suho was doing (for the first couple of weeks), if he’s progressed or had taken a turn for the worse, so you stopped going to school.

What Si-eun was doing now, so you erased him from your memory, pretending you’d never met. How you were holding up losing everything you had ever wanted, so you tried anything to protect your heart.

You hated them. You despised them. They took everything from you. The choice you never got to make. A version of yourself you were still mourning. The happiness your friends brought you. Suho, Beom-seok… Si-eun. 

“For what?” You laid your palm against his cheek, lifting his head enough to apply the ointment over a rather deep cut. You didn’t think that was the thing pestering him though. Still, he avoided your gaze. And you were going to ignore it until you felt a tear brush past your hand. 

You put the cotton swab down, taking the other side of his face. He unconsciously leaned into the touch. The warmth on his cold skin. The comfort that you would always bring. Suho always said you were the sunlight on a cloudy day, but you’ve never felt more overcast than you do now. 

But then, finally, your eyes met, tears falling slowly over your thumbs as you brushed them away. 

And, for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw it. The scars that were constantly ripped open. The inner-turmoil that was debilitating: Not eating and not sleeping. You saw it. The love he harbored and pushed aside, respecting your wishes to never see his face again. You saw it. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

And maybe the beliefs had gotten it wrong, all the stories that said the eyes were the window to the soul, because all you could see was a reflection of the person looking back at you. All you could see in Si-eun’s eyes was you. 

“It’s not your fault, Si-eun.” 

The air was coated in a mutual understanding; It lingered. The pain lingered… He lingered. The memory has seemingly dug its claws deeply into your heart and wouldn’t let up. He knew it, you knew it. There was something so devastatingly romantic about it all—how evil life could be. It took and it gave, and it was never fair. Inflicted wounds that only got infected, but gave you someone who was hurting the same way. Someone who related to the way you couldn’t close your eyes without being haunted. The torment your heart felt. 

But the price tag on codependency was high, and you didn’t seem to have the funds back then—the will to stay. 

You should’ve stayed. You should’ve been his comfort, his friend and something in between. You shouldn’t have been scared to keep him close, afraid you’d lose him as you lost your safety-net. 

“I-I—“ He started, “I haven’t been able to sleep since. I haven’t been able to close my eyes without seeing him. I-I—it’s my fault, yn, he shouldn’t have gotten involved. None of you should’ve. I’m sorry,” 

Suho had never let you get involved in his hobby to learn self-defense skills, and then Si-eun came along and suddenly it was all fists and glory. Guardian-angel this, guardian-angel that. 

Nonetheless, maybe the eyes were insightful. Because you saw it. A play-by-play of every interaction: When Suho introduced you to his new friend who he described as ‘cold as ice’, to two-weeks later when you sang karaoke, and three-months in when you got drunk and confessed your undying love for Si-eun. Then Beom-seok selling you all out because of jealousy, and fight after stupid fucking fight. Crumbling, crushing, shattering. And then nothing. Everyone was suddenly gone, and sometimes that felt longer than them actually being in your life. 

And you blamed him only because you needed someone to blame. But your guilt ate at you. 

As he did too. 

“I forgave you, Si-eun.” You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He hesitated before you felt the embrace you longed for—the embrace he longed for. “Forgive yourself.” 

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i will probably delete it in a few weeks i already know it 😭 and i know i should be finishing my requests but i couldn’t help it 😔 in the mean time can you pls follow?? i will be posting beta squad, taa and maybe jude edits

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