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on the ice with you, always.

sunghoon x gn!reader, 699 words
content warnings: mental health, pressure, exhaustion, insecurity, emotional vulnerability, intimacy

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author’s note: tysm for requesting ashley!

The rink was nearly empty, save for the quiet hum of the lights above and the soft scrape of blades cutting through ice. You leaned against the railing, watching Sunghoon glide effortlessly across the ice, his movements as fluid and graceful as they always were. There was something almost mesmerizing about the way he skated. The world seemed to slow down when he was on the ice, like everything else faded away and all that remained was him, the rink, and the rhythm of his body moving through the air.

Sunghoon had been practicing for hours, the competition looming closer with each passing day. You could see the exhaustion on his face, the way his shoulders drooped slightly after a particularly tough routine, but there was still that spark in his eyes—the same fire that had driven him to start skating all those years ago. He had come so far, his passion and dedication turning something once only a dream into a full-fledged career. And you, well, you were right there with him.

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wooseok boyfriend headcanons

wooseok x gn!reader, 498 words
content warnings: sof jealousy, food/snacks, playful teasing, hugs, cuddles, and physical affection

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author’s note: I had soooo much fun writing this. fanbo is my ult groups so I’m so happy that someone requested for them!

wooseok is the type of boyfriend who—

adores teasing you, but only because he’s obsessed with you.

wooseok has the most playful kind of love, always throwing in a lighthearted jab or a dramatic gasp whenever you do something cute. “you’re really trying to steal my heart again today, huh?” he’d sigh, shaking his head like you’re the biggest problem in his life. (you’re actually his favorite person.)

gets adorably jealous but never possessive.

he trusts you, but that doesn’t stop him from pouting when you’re a little too excited talking about some actor.he’ll dramatically lay his head in your lap, groaning. “i can’t believe you’re betraying me like this. after everything we’ve been through?” he’s mostly joking—but if you reassure him with a kiss, he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the day.

remembers the smallest details about you.

he may act unserious, but he pays attention to everything. mentions of your favorite snacks? he stocks up on them. your passing comment about a song you liked? it’s suddenly in his playlist. he won’t even make a big deal out of it—he’ll just hand you something you casually mentioned weeks ago and act confused when you’re shocked. “what? you said you liked it, right?”

loves watching you talk about something you love.

you don’t even have to direct the conversation to him—he’ll just lean against his hand, watching you with the softest eyes as you ramble on. “you’re so cute when you get like this,” he’ll murmur. “keep going.” he genuinely enjoys hearing your thoughts, and if you ever feel like you’re talking too much, he’ll shake his head and say, “no, i love this. i love you.”

gives the warmest, most secure hugs.

hugging wooseok is like wrapping yourself in the safest, softest warmth.
he tucks you under his chin, arms wrapping completely around you, like he’s trying to shield you from the rest of the world. if you hug him unexpectedly, he’ll pretend to be annoyed for 0.2 seconds before melting into you. “ugh, you’re so clingy—wait, no, don’t let go yet.”

date ideas.

late-night convenience store runs.

it’s 2 AM, and he suddenly craves ice cream. “wanna come with?” you both end up walking down empty streets, streetlights casting a soft glow as you debate which snacks to get. he insists on buying you your favorite, no matter what.

movie night but with a twist.

he picks your favorite genre, but you have to pick a movie neither of you have watched. half the time, he’s watching you instead—smiling at your reactions, throwing popcorn at you if you start getting too emotional.

spontaneous adventures.

sometimes he just grabs your hand and says, “let’s go somewhere.” it could be a random train ride, a walk to nowhere, or a last-minute amusement park trip. he doesn’t care where, as long as he’s with you. he’ll always try to get cute candid shots of you, it’s his duty (fanbo sns manager wooseok clocked in)

if you’re not living like a fish, are you even living?

leehan x gn!reader, 974 words
now playing- waiting by woodz
content warnings: undefined relationship (could be read romantically or platonically). mention of wearing a tux. heaving mentions or eating, snacks, and food.

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author’s note: I know the leehan fish trope is kinda overdone but I think this is cute :(

The kitchen, as always, was a mess. The walls were lined with mismatched mugs and a mess of dishes, a testament to six young boys sharing the apartment. It wasn’t anything special—just a cozy space where meals were quickly prepared between dance practices and late-night video game sessions. But tucked away in the kitchen was a quiet little oasis: a fish tank.

It was a simple setup, nestled on a crowded counter, but it had a way of drawing your attention whenever you passed by. The soft bubble of the filter, the flickering of the fluorescent light above, and the rhythmic movement of the corydora fish, as they swam in sync, made it feel like a world of its own. The tank became a small, peaceful getaway for anyone who cared to stop and watch.

Today, though, it wasn’t just the fish you were watching. 

Leehan was perched on a stool beside the tank, looking more relaxed than usual. His fingers hovered above the water, ready to drop in the flakes of fish food. The corydoras, as if anticipating him, crowded to the surface almost immediately.

“I swear, they act like they’ve never been fed,” you said, leaning against the counter next to him, watching the fish bounce around excitedly.

Leehan glanced at you, barely containing a grin. “They’re just….passionate about their snacks. Can you blame them?”

You smirked. “If I had that kind of enthusiasm for food, I’d probably be doing better in life.”

“Honestly, same,” Leehan replied, shaking his head. “If I could live like them—eat, swim, repeat—I’d be a lot less stressed.” He dropped the food into the tank, and the fish immediately rushed toward it in a flurry of fins and bubbles.

You watched the chaos for a moment, amused. “I wish I could live like that too. Just, you know, eat snacks all day and not worry about anything else.”

Leehan turned to you, his eyes lighting up with an idea. “You could. You know, just embrace the corydora lifestyle. Find your calm in the chaos. Forget all the overthinking and just… snack.”

“Yeah, but what if the snacks aren’t good enough?” you teased, tapping your chin contemplatingly. “What if the snacks are disappointing? What then?”

Leehan leaned in, pretending to be deeply philosophical. “That’s when you just… keep eating until you find the right snack. You don’t give up. You go for it, full force.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’ve got a weirdly optimistic way of looking at life.”

“It’s the corydora mindset,” Leehan said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything. He sat back, watching the fish fight for the food like it was their one chance for a meal.

You thought for a moment, leaning back against the counter. “You know, I bet they have zero concept of what it means to save food. They don’t ration. They just eat.”

Leehan nodded in agreement. “Exactly. No regrets. They’re not overthinking it. They see food, they go for it. That’s the dream.”

“Just like that,” you said, holding up a chip from your own snack stash. “No regrets, right?”

Leehan smiled, looking at the chip in your hand like it might be the secret to unlocking eternal happiness. “Exactly. If you’re not living like the fish, are you even living?”

“That’s some deep stuff,” you said, acting impressed. “You should put that on a shirt. Maybe with a fish and the words, ‘Snack like you mean it.’”

Leehan smiled, eyes bright with excitement. “I’m so down. I’ll design it. I already have the font in mind.”

You leaned closer to the tank, eyes narrowing as you watched the fish fight for the food. “I still can’t get over how hungry they always are. They’re like, the definition of excessive when it comes to snacks.”

“They’re just really devoted to their food,” Leehan replied, dropping more flakes in. “Maybe we could learn something from them. Like, how to truly appreciate the snack moments.”

You smirked. “Yeah, but I think I’d pass on the whole ‘swarm everything in sight’ part. I like to eat my snacks with a little dignity.”

Leehan raised an eyebrow, seemingly offended. “Dignity? When’s the last time you ate a snack with dignity? I’ve seen you scarf down pizza like you’re in a race.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Okay, rude,” you said, laughing. “But I do have standards. I’ll eat my snacks with dignity, just like I’d eat a meal at a fancy restaurant. The only difference is, I’m probably in sweatpants instead of a tux.”

Leehan chuckled. “Honestly, though? That’s the real move. No need for tuxes or fine dining when you’ve got snacks. Just a comfy outfit, your favorite chips, and a good time.”

You stared at him for a moment, suddenly realizing how seriously he was taking the whole “snack philosophy” thing. “I think you’ve cracked the code. This is the way.”

Leehan looked at you with a smug grin. “I told you. Live like a corydora. Snack without fear. Eat without regret.”

“Alright, Leehan, I see you,” you said, impressed. “I might just have to take a page out of your book. I’m about to go full corydora on my next snack.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Leehan said, giving you a thumbs up. “And if you ever need a motivational speech, just hit me up. I’ve got the fish wisdom to take you to the next level.”

You both laughed, and for a moment, the world outside the kitchen seemed to fade away. It was just the two of you, the corydoras, and the endless possibility of snacks.

And maybe, just maybe, Leehan had a point. Life was a little easier when you weren’t overthinking it. Just grab your snacks, enjoy the moment, and let everything else float by like the bubbles in the fish tank.

wips.

• wooseok x gn!reader - boyfriend headcanons

who I take requests for.

groups I’m very comfortable with:

• all(h)ours
• ampers&one
• arrc
• boynextdoor
• dxmon
• enhypen
• fantasy boys
• zerobaseone
• &team

groups I’d be will to try to write:

• close your eyes
• kickflip
• one pact
• tws
• xikers
• xlov