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on the ice with you, always

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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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 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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wooseok is the type of boyfriend who—

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

gets adorably jealous but never possessive.

remembers the smallest details about you.

loves watching you talk about something you love.

gives the warmest, most secure hugs.

date ideas.

late-night convenience store runs.

movie night but with a twist.

spontaneous adventures.

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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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.

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falling for you...literally

maki x gn!reader, 1360 words playlist - heaven by txt content warnings: best friends to lovers? mutual pining

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It was Maki’s first day off in weeks, and he was beyond excited. There was something about the crisp winter air and the smell of snow that made him feel alive. Today, he wasn’t an idol—he was just a guy about to hit the slopes for a bit of snowboarding. But, there was one catch. He wasn’t going alone. 

You, his best friend who had never set foot on a snowboard in your life, had asked him to come along. The thought of seeing you try something new—especially something he loved so much—was a thrill he couldn't resist. 

“Maki, are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, your voice a mix of excitement and fear as you stood at the base of the slope, wearing way too many layers for your first time on a snowboard. 

Maki smiled warmly, adjusting your beanie before pulling on his gloves. “Of course! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Plus, it’s gonna be so much fun. You’re going to love it!” 

You swallowed painfully. His smile—always so effortlessly charming—made your heart skip a beat, but you pushed the fluttering feeling deep down. He was your friend. Nothing more. But still, being around him like this made everything feel…different. 

You looked at the snow-covered mountains, the gentle fall of snowflakes stirring around you, and your stomach fluttered again. You’d always been interested in snowboarding, but the idea of falling flat on your face in front of Maki? Embarrassing. 

But then, Maki gave you that grin—his signature mischievous, teasing smile that somehow made your heart race—and you couldn’t back out now. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a try,” you said with a laugh, trying to sound casual, though you were sure your voice gave away just how nervous you were. “But you better catch me if I fall!” 

Maki chuckled. “Deal. I’ll be right there, don’t worry.” 

He led you to the bunny slopes, a small, gentle hill filled with children. You couldn’t help but glance around—little seven-year-olds zooming past you with the ease of seasoned pros. Your face burned hot. This was where you were going to learn? Surrounded by kids barely old enough to tie their own shoes? 

Maki seemed unfazed, though. He adjusted your helmet, making sure it was secure, before grabbing his own snowboard. “Alright,” he said, eyes bright, “let’s start with the basics. This hill is perfect for you. Nothing too crazy, just a lot of practice.” 

You looked at the tiny children confidently carving their way down the hill and then back at Maki, his smile wide and encouraging. Despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. At least you wouldn’t be the only one falling flat on your face today. 

“You got this,” Maki said, giving you a playful pat on the back. “I’ll be right here the whole time. If you fall, I’ll catch you.” His words warmed your chest.

With a deep breath, you stepped into your snowboard bindings. Immediately, your feet felt awkward and heavy, but Maki was there every step of the way—holding your arm, adjusting your stance, and offering constant reassurance.

 “Okay, now we stand up slowly. It’s all about finding your balance.” Maki demonstrated with ease, hopping up effortlessly onto his board. “Like this. Don’t rush it.” 

You tried mimicking his movements, wobbling and flailing as you attempted to find your footing. The moment you stood, your knees buckled, and you quickly fell forward into the soft snow. 

“Whoops! First fall, but no worries,” Maki said, laughing and offering you a hand. You reached for it, feeling the warmth of his grip as he helped you up. 

“You make it look easy,” you said, brushing snow off your jacket and feeling embarrassed. “How are these kids doing it so well?” 

Maki chuckled, brushing snow off his own pants. “They’re just fearless. You’ll get there. The more you fall, the faster you learn.” He gave you a wink. “And you’ve got the best teacher, right?” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the little butterflies in your stomach his playful flirting (protein) gave you as you smiled back at him. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see how good of a teacher you really are.”

The next few tries were… well, not graceful. You spent more time face-first in the snow than actually standing on the board, but Maki was there, laughing with you, encouraging you. He joked about your “snow angel” skills after each fall, teasing you in his usual playful way. 

But then, something clicked. After a few more tumbles, you finally managed to stay standing for a few seconds. The feeling of accomplishment made your heart race. 

“See? You’re doing great! You’re already better than those kids,” Maki said with a grin, giving you a high-five. Your face turned warm, wiping snow from your gloves, not sure if he was joking or if you really were improving. His praise made you feel like you were on cloud 9, even if you still couldn’t turn without falling. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll take it,” you said, laughing as you steadied yourself. “What’s next?” 

Maki gestured to the tiny hill. “Now we try the slope. Don’t worry, it’s real gentle. I’ll go ahead and you follow, alright?” You nodded, nervous but excited. 

You pushed off, slowly making your way down the slope. It wasn’t graceful, and you definitely looked nothing like the little pros zooming past, but the rush of sliding down the hill—controlled and fast—was addictive. You were actually doing it.

“Maki!” you called, your voice bubbling with laughter as you reached the bottom, still wobbling but feeling proud. “I did it!” 

He appeared next to you, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I knew you could. You’re a natural!” His grin was so genuine, so warm, it made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. “See? No need to be nervous.” 

You smiled back, your chest full of pride—but also something else. Something that made the snow feel a little warmer, the mountain air a little sweeter. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

Maki’s expression softened for a second, but before you could overthink it, he ruffled your hair in that familiar, playful way. “You’re doing amazing. Now, let’s do it again.” 

The rest of the day flew by, filled with more falls, laughter, and moments where you couldn’t quite tell if your heart was racing from the snowboarding or the way Maki made everything feel so easy. As the sun began to dip behind the mountains, the sky turning pink and orange, the two of you found yourselves seated on the chairlift, calmly watching the view. 

Maki looked over at you, his playful demeanor replaced with a softness that you hadn’t seen all day. “You really did great today. I’m proud of you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. That warm feeling in your chest was more than just the cold air around you. You tried to calm the fluttering inside, but it was impossible. “Thanks, Maki,” you said, a soft smile on your lips. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d make it this far. But you made it fun.” 

He looked at you, his eyes tender in the fading light. “It’s all about having fun together. I’m glad we did this.” He chuckled softly. “And don’t worry, you’ll be a pro in no time.” 

You smiled, a little bashful but also feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the cold mountain breeze. “Yeah. Me too.”

As the snow continued to fall, you couldn’t help but feel that today had been about more than just snowboarding. It had been about the time spent with Maki—the laughter, the shared learning, the way he always seemed to be there when you needed him. Something about the way he looked at you now, softer than before, made you wonder if there was more to this. 

Maybe these moments—these small, quiet moments—weren’t just coincidences. Maybe they were the start of something neither of you had expected. You caught Maki’s gaze, and for the first time today, you wondered if maybe the next step wasn’t just being friends anymore.

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falling for you, this is for you

jake x gn!reader, 1087 words playlist - blossom by enhypen, fallin’ by dawn content warnings: established relationship, fluff, small amounts of skinship, one mention of reader being compared to a “disney princess” but it’s not really gendering the reader and is more for comedy.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the park as cherry blossoms fell in the gentle breeze. It was Valentine’s Day, and Jake had been looking forward to this moment all week. He had meticulously planned every detail, wanting to make it special for you. As he reached the park, he took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

You were already there, sitting on a bench under a flowering cherry blossom tree, petals fluttering around you like delicate pink snowflakes. Jake’s heart raced at the sight of you. You looked so perfect, focused on a book. He approached you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

“Hey there, Valentine!” he said, a playful smile spreading across his face.

You looked up, your eyes lighting up. “Jake! You made it!” You closed your book and stood up, giving him a warm hug. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the comfort of your presence.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied, pulling back to look at you. “Ready for a fun day?”

“Absolutely! What’s the plan?” you asked, curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

Jake grinned, his excitement bubbling over. “First, picnic time! I packed some of your favorite snacks and a few Valentine’s Day goodies!”

Your eyes sparkled with joy. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Only the best for you,” he said, winking. Jake led you to a cozy spot on the grass, where he had laid out a checkered blanket adorned with heart patterns. As you both settled, he pulled out a basket filled with heart-shaped sandwiches, strawberries with chocolate (STRAWBERRY WITH CHOCOLATE), and cookies decorated with pink icing.

“This looks great!” you exclaimed, your mouth watering.

“I’m glad you think so!” Jake said, handing you a heart-shaped sandwich. “I made sure to include everything you love—no mayo, just how you like it.”

As you both enjoyed the picnic, you talked about everything and anything. Jake loved hearing your laughter, especially when you made fun of his attempts at “cooking.” 

“I mean, who knew heart-shaped sandwiches could be so… avant-garde?” you taunted.

“Hey, it’s called creativity!” he hit back, giggling. “I’m basically an artist.”

After finishing the picnic, Jake asked, “How about we take a walk around the park? I heard there’s a cute pond nearby with some Valentine’s decorations.”

You nodded, eager to explore. As you walked, side by side, the gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the sound of laughter from nearby children filled the air. Jake felt a sense of peace, enjoying the simple pleasure of being with you.

When you reached the pond, you were captivated by the sight. The water sparkled under the sunlight, and ducks paddled lazily across the water’s surface. You leaned over the bridge’s railing, eyes wide with wonder.

“They’re so cute!” you exclaimed, pointing at the ducks. “Look at ‘em!”

Jake chuckled, his heart swelling at your enthusiasm. “They are. Wanna feed them?”

You nodded eagerly, and Jake reached into his bag, pulling out some bread he had brought (don’t actually feed ducks bread! It causes digestion problems. feed them quinoa instead). He tore off small pieces and handed them to you. Together, you tossed the bread into the water, watching as the ducks quacked and splashed around, eagerly eating the treats.

“This is so much fun!” you laughed, your joy infectious. “I feel like a Disney princess!”

“Just wait until the squirrels start singing,” Jake joked, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Then we’ll know we’ve made it.”

After a while, you both decided to sit on a nearby bench, enjoying the view of the pond. Jake turned to you, his expression serious for a moment. “I’m really glad we could do this together. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

You smiled, cheeks turning warm.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a pink-golden hue over the park, Jake suggested, “How about we take a few pictures to remember today?”

You agreed enthusiastically, and he pulled out his phone. He snapped a few candid shots of you, capturing your laughter and the way the sunlight danced in your hair. Then, it was your turn to take pictures of him. You playfully posed, making silly faces that made him laugh.

“Okay, now let’s take a serious one!” you said with a mock-serious expression, trying to stifle your giggles. Jake straightened up, putting on his best model face, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

“Seriously, though,” you said, wiping your tears of laughter from your eyes. “This day has been perfect.”

Jake smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. “I’m glad you think so. I wanted it to be special for you.”

As the sun began to set, the hues of orange and pink turning blue, you both settled back onto the bench, the warmth of the day wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. The park was starting to quiet down, the sounds of laughter fading into the distance.

“Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day together?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Of course! We were so awkward,” he chuckled, recalling the memory. “I think I tripped over my own feet trying to impress you.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “And I spilled juice all over your shirt! I thought you’d never want to see me again.”

“Never! You were too charming for that,” he replied, his voice softening. 

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering at the genuineness in his eyes. “You make everything better.”

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Jake took a deep breath, gathering his courage. “I know today is about celebrating love, and I just want you to know how much you mean to me.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jake,” you echoed.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you both sat in comfortable silence, hand in hand, knowing that this day would be etched in your hearts forever. The cherry blossoms continued to dance in the gentle breeze, a beautiful reminder of the bond you have.