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kiss me, please me | choi jiung (teaser)

fighting with piwon | maknae line

pairing: intak | soul | jongseob x female!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: part 2 of fighting with piwon is here 💔 angst is definitely my favorite genre to write and i‘m trying to come up with ideas for even more angsty stories haha also i wanted to thank everyone for all the love my stories have received by now, each like, share and comment really means alot to me 🥹 i hope you enjoy reading!! ♡

hyung line | maknae line

INTAK

You had always loved borrowing Intak’s hoodies. They were warm, oversized, and smelled like him, making you feel safe and comforted whenever you wore them. He never minded - if anything, he seemed to like it, always telling you how cute you looked in them.

But today was different.

“This one’s my favorite,” Intak had said that morning as he pulled the hoodie over your head, adjusting it so it sat snug on your shoulders. “It was expensive, so please be careful with it, okay?”

You had nodded absentmindedly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he left for work.

oops, i think i love you | yoon keeho

The soft hum of your phone vibrating on the nightstand broke the silence of your dimly lit bedroom. You reached for it instinctively, already knowing who it was before even checking the screen.

Keeho.

Swiping to answer, you were immediately greeted by his familiar voice, laced with exhaustion but still carrying that unmistakable warmth.

“Yo, you still awake?”

Rolling onto your back, you stared at the screen. “Obviously. Who else would pick up your late-night FaceTime calls?”

His laughter was soft but genuine. The screen stayed black for a moment as he fumbled with his phone, probably trying to prop it up somewhere. Then, his face appeared, slightly disheveled, hair damp, probably fresh from a shower. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but somehow, he still looked effortlessly good.

touch me, tease me | choi jiung

The club was loud, music pulsing through the air, lights flashing in chaotic patterns, and bodies moving in every direction. You had lost track of how many drinks you had, but you knew it was enough to make the room spin slightly. Keeho and Intak had kept a close eye on you all night, laughing at your slightly clumsy movements but making sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.

You stumbled off the dance floor, giggling at absolutely nothing, and found them sitting at a booth near the bar. They looked up as you approached, and Keeho immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to steady you as you nearly tripped over your own feet.

Intak, on the other hand, just laughed. "Yeah, you don’t look okay," he teased. "Maybe we should get you home?"

You shook your head, then paused to steady yourself. “Can we go to your place?”

Keeho and Intak exchanged a glance.

"Whyyy?" Keeho asked, dragging the word out as if he already knew you were about to say something stupid.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Because Jiung is there.”

The second the words left your mouth, you realized your mistake.

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guide; ✿ fluff ★ angst ♥︎ smut

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P1HARMONY

THEO 테오

fingertips & heartbeats ✿ summary: what starts as a simple guitar lesson turns into something more - shared smiles, lingering touches, and a quiet realization neither of you can shake

KEEHO 기호

oops, i think i love you ✿★ summary: falling for your best friend was never part of the plan, but when Keeho returns home, teasing turns into tension and a secret comes to light. now you‘re faced with the question: was this always meant to be or will it ruin everything?

JIUNG 지웅

bet on love pt.1 | bet on love pt.2 ✿★ summary: a risky bet between Jiung and Intak threatens to damage both their relationship and their relationship with their stylist

everything we never said ✿★ summary: your lifelong friendship with Jiung is tested when you fall for him, leaving you torn between confessing your feelings or losing him forever

touch me, tease me ♥︎ summary: what started as a silly crush, ended with this - pinned beneath Jiung, his touch slow, deliberate torment. only one thought lingers on your mind: how much longer could you withstand Jiung‘s teasing?

INTAK 인탁

bet on love pt.1 | bet on love pt.2 ✿★ summary: a risky bet between Jiung and Intak threatens to damage both their relationship and their relationship with their stylist

SOUL 소울

nothing yet

JONGSEOB 종섭

nothing yet

OT6 (drabbles & reactions)

first kiss with piwon ✿ - hyung line | maknae line

fighting with piwon ★ - hyung line | maknae line

absolutely yes!! tysm for requesting this :) <3

oops, i think i love you | yoon keeho (teaser)

fighting with piwon | hyung line

hyung line | maknae line

THEO

You let out an exhausted sigh as you stepped back, hands on your hips, surveying your work in the living room. You had spent the past hour rearranging the furniture, pushing the coffee table a little closer to the couch, angling the armchair just right. They were small changes, but they made the space feel fresh. You smiled, satisfied.

And then - thunk.

Your foot caught on something. A dull, hollow sound followed, and when you glanced down, your stomach dropped. Theo’s guitar lay face-down on the hardwood floor, the headstock at an odd, unnatural angle.

Panic set in instantly. You dropped to your knees, hands shaking as you reached for it. Turning it over, you saw the damage: the wood near the tuning pegs had splintered, a jagged crack running through it. This wasn’t just any guitar. This was Theo’s guitar. His favorite one. The one he played when he was stressed, when he was happy, when he was just messing around. The one he treasured.

Your throat tightened. No, no, no.

everything we never said | choi jiung

The night air brushed cool against your skin as you stepped out of the car, Jiung beside you. Your cheeks were warm, not just from the alcohol you’ve had, but from the sound of his soft laughter as he thanked your friend for the ride. The streetlights cast a soft glow, and the world felt slightly off, though maybe that was because of the drinks.

Jiung’s hand touched your arm gently, steadying you as you swayed just a little. “Alright, let’s get you home,” he said, his voice full of that familiar warmth that always made your chest tighten.

You laughed lightly, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m fine, Jiung. Really.”

He raised a brow, unconvinced. “Sure you are,” he said with a small smirk. “Come on.” He gestured for you to lead the way, but stayed close, his steps matching yours as you made your way down the quiet sidewalk. His presence was comforting, just like always. Too comforting. You wished it wasn’t.

The night felt surreal. Or maybe it was the alcohol that made everything feel dreamlike. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement, the faint buzz of distant traffic, and Jiung’s steadying hand brushing against your arm every time you lost your footing slightly. Your heart fluttered each time, even though you knew it shouldn’t.

first kiss with piwon | maknae line

part 1 - hyung line

INTAK - Nervous Hearts

The cozy hum of the restaurant surrounded you, warm candlelight flickering between you and Intak as you sat at your table. The soft clink of silverware and low chatter of other diners created a soothing atmosphere, but you couldn’t help noticing how nervous Intak seemed.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his napkin, his gaze darting between you and the menu as if he were afraid to mess up even the simplest decision. You tried to keep the mood light, but a part of you wondered why he was so tense.

Then again, maybe you already knew.

Earlier in the week, Theo had let slip the reason for Intak’s nervousness.

first kiss with piwon | hyung line

part 2 - maknae line

THEO - Between the Strings

The recording studio was dimly lit, as Theo sat there alone, his fingers fumbling on the guitar strings. His brow furrowed in frustration as he plucked and strummed the same chords over and over again. His lips moved silently as he worked through the song under his breath, his fingers slipping once more on the neck of the guitar.

“Come on,” he muttered to himself. He let out a frustrated sigh, slumping over the guitar.

It had been weeks since Theo had felt like himself. The pressure to finish the new album, the late-night recording sessions, and - most of all - the tension between the two of you were getting to him.

3:15 | y.keeho (teaser)

Keeho turned toward the door, his jaw tight. His silence was louder than any argument, a damning conclusion to the night.

“Fine,” he said finally, his voice low but firm. “If I’m so bad for you, maybe I shouldn’t be here. You clearly don’t get what I’m going through.”

“Keeho, don’t-”

But it was too late. He grabbed his jacket from the couch and threw it on. As he opened the door, he paused, his back to you. “Good luck understanding me when you’re too busy feeling sorry for yourself.”

The door closed behind him with a thud that echoed in the silence.

You stood frozen, the weight of his words crushing you. The apartment suddenly felt unbearably cold, the warmth of his presence replaced by an empty, aching void.

And for the first time, it felt like you had just lost the most important part of your life.

bet on love | pt.2 (jiung x intak)

part 1

Intak’s voice filled the room, his usual playful energy returning to the atmosphere. He was singing some upbeat pop song, moving with exaggerated confidence and shooting you occasional winks as if to remind you that, no matter what Jiung had done, Intak was still in the game. His voice was decent, but it wasn’t about that. It was the showmanship, the charisma - the way he commanded attention.

You smiled awkwardly, trying to get back into the spirit of the night, but it was impossible to shake the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. You glanced over at Jiung, who was still sitting beside you, but he was quiet now, his expression distant as he sipped his drink. The playful spark from earlier had vanished, replaced by something darker, more brooding.

Intak finished the song with a flourish, tossing the mic onto the couch and giving an exaggerated bow. “Thank you, thank you,” he said with a smirk. “Not bad, right?”

You forced a laugh, clapping softly. “Yeah, not bad.”

But Jiung didn’t even react, just stared at the screen as if lost in thought. His earlier warmth had been replaced by a coolness that tightened your chest. The intimacy of your moment earlier had been shattered, and now you weren't sure how to get it back.

Intak, however, didn’t seem to notice - or maybe he didn’t care. He grabbed a drink from the table and plopped down on the couch, his arm casually draped over the back of the seat near your shoulder. You felt a jolt of something - discomfort, maybe? Or was it excitement? You couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was a blur of conflicting emotions.

“So, what’s next?” Intak asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Another round of karaoke, or do we mix it up?”

You bit your lip, trying to find your footing again. “Uh, I don’t know… maybe we-"

But before you could finish, Jiung suddenly stood up, cutting you off. His movements were swift and abrupt like he’d made a decision in the split second of standing. His face was calm, but his eyes were intense, focused directly on Intak.

“I need to talk to y/n,” Jiung said, his voice steady, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flip. “Alone.”