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Day 1 of Jeongin's birthday week fanfics
Pairing: Jeongin x F!reader
Genre: Slice of life, fluff, slow burn, romance, Idol!jeongin x Artist!reader, Idol x fan
Warning: Romanticization of online relationships, potential power imbalance
One quiet evening, Y/N sat at her desk, putting the finishing touches on a commission. The soft glow of her desk lamp lit up the room, casting shadows over her scattered pencils and sketchbooks. As she leaned back to admire her work, her phone buzzed with a notification.
She glanced at the screen, her curiosity piqued when she noticed the message was from an unknown number. Hesitating for only a moment, she opened it.
Hi, I heard you take personalized requests?
The message was simple, but something about it made her sit up straighter.
Yes, I'm currently open for requests, she replied, her fingers lingering on the keyboard.
The response came quickly.
Is it possible for you to design a piece for this character?
Attached was a picture of FoxI.Ny, a fan-created character with a playful, almost enchanting aura. Y/N's lips curved into a smile as she studied the details. Something about the mischievous glint in the character's eyes sparked her creativity.
Sure! I can do that! Any specific requests for the design?
Not really. I trust your creativity.
Her heart gave a tiny flutter at the words. Trust wasn't something people offered so freely, especially in her line of work.
Alright! I’ll let you know when it's finished.
Excited, Y/N wasted no time, her pencil flying across the page. She imagined FoxI.Ny with a vibrant personality, a spark of mischief in its eyes, and a fluffy tail that seemed to curl with playful defiance. As she worked, she couldn’t help but wonder about the person behind the request. Were they a fellow fan? Someone who loved art as much as she did?
Hours later, she finally leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The sketch was perfect—full of life, personality, and charm. She snapped a quick photo and sent it to her mysterious client.
The sketch is complete! Let me know what you think.
The response came almost immediately.
Wow. This is incredible. You’re really talented. Thank you so much!
Y/N felt her cheeks warm at the compliment, a sense of pride bubbling up.
I'm glad you like it! Do let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to change.
No need—it's perfect.
The simple reply made her heart skip a beat. They exchanged a few more messages, chatting about the sketch and FoxI.Ny. Y/N found herself smiling at her phone more than she cared to admit, warmth spreading through her chest with every reply.
A few weeks later, Y/N stood in line at a Stray Kids fan meeting, her heart pounding in nervous anticipation. The room buzzed with energy as fans excitedly chatted about meeting their idols. In her bag was a collection of her best artwork, carefully chosen as gifts for the group. Among them was the FoxI.Ny sketch—a piece she'd decided to gift Jeongin.
When it was finally her turn, Y/N's heart felt like it might burst. She approached Jeongin, the youngest member of the group, her palms slightly sweaty as she reached into her bag. He greeted her with a shy but warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“This is for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed him the drawing.
Jeongin's eyes widened as he took the sketch, his expression shifting from surprise to awe. “You made this?” he asked, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“Yes,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing under his gaze.
He studied the drawing for a long moment before looking up, his eyes meeting hers with a spark of recognition that made her breath hitch. “Thank you. It's… perfect.”
Something about the way he said it, the way he looked at her, felt different—almost as if he knew something she didn't. Y/N couldn't dwell on it, though, as the line of fans behind her nudged her to keep moving.
That evening, as Y/N curled up in bed, her phone buzzed with a notification. Her heart skipped when she saw it was from the same unknown number.
I saw you today.
Her fingers trembled as she typed back.
At the fan meeting? Were you there?
Yes. And I know who you are now.
A chill ran through her as she stared at the message.
What do you mean?
This time, the reply took longer. When it finally arrived, it made her breath catch.
It's me, Jeongin. I'm the one who asked for the FoxI.Ny sketch.
Y/N's hands shook as she read and reread the message. Was this a joke? But no—the way he'd reacted to the sketch at the fan meeting, the spark of recognition in his eyes… it all made sense now.
Jeongin… as in Stray Kids' Jeongin?
Yes. I really loved the sketch, by the way. You’re incredibly talented.
She stared at her screen, her mind racing. The Jeongin, her idol and the person she'd admired from afar, had been the one messaging her all this time?
I don't know what to say.
She typed, her thoughts a whirlwind.
You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. And… I'd like to keep talking to you, if that's okay.
Her heart melted at the sincerity of his words.
Of course.
Their conversations became a constant in Y/N's life. Despite his fame, Jeongin was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly down-to-earth. He asked her about her art, her favorite songs, even her guilty pleasures. Y/N found herself opening up to him in ways she hadn't with anyone before.
One evening, after a long chat about their childhoods, Jeongin sent a message that made her pulse quicken.
Would you like to meet in person? Just the two of us?
Y/N stared at the screen, her heart racing. Was this really happening?
I'd love to, she replied, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
When they met, it was at a quiet café far from the prying eyes of fans and cameras. Jeongin greeted her with the same shy smile she'd seen at the fan meeting, but this time, it felt more personal. They sat across from each other, the hum of the café fading into the background as they talked and laughed, their connection growing with every passing moment.
As the evening wore on, Jeongin leaned forward slightly, his gaze soft and unwavering.
“I never thought a simple sketch could lead to this,” he said, his voice low and warm. “But I'm so glad it did.”
Y/N's heart swelled, her cheeks burning under his gaze. “Me too,” she whispered, her lips curving into a smile.
When they finally said goodbye that night, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary had begun—a connection that felt as natural as breathing, as inevitable as the turning of the stars.
And as she walked home, her heart light and full, Y/N realized that her sketch of FoxI.Ny had been the start of a story she never could have imagined—one that felt like it was only just beginning.
