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username: xuchiya
age: 21 years old
country: philippines
fandom(s): ateez[current], seventeen, exo, bts, enhypen, zerobaseone, stray kids, txt, xikers
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ON GOING MINI/SERIES
[series] {accidentally have 8 pets} - // FLUFF, SLICE OF LIFE, small tinge of ANGST, kind of SUPERNATURAL
name: alliyah
username: xuchiya
age: 21 years old
country: philippines
fandom(s): ateez[current], seventeen, exo, bts, enhypen, zerobaseone, stray kids, txt, xikers
NEW UPDATES:
ON GOING MINI/SERIES
[series] {accidentally have 8 pets} - // FLUFF, SLICE OF LIFE, small tinge of ANGST, kind of SUPERNATURAL
i love my new themee hehehe 🤭
Just read all of 8 pets and I need more!!!! It's so good!
ahh thank you so much my loves!! Of course there will be more, I'm currently having some college activities (graduating student here) and I have to prioritize them first, my loves!!
I hope you can wait more for the chapters and thank you again!!
I saw your requests were open for Jongho!! He’s my bias and I get so sad bc there’s so little fics out for him, especially fluff! I live for soft and sweet, so maybe something like doing your nightly routine together and getting all snuggly after a long day? Or dancing to oldies (by that I mean 70s and 80s music) the kitchen while cooking/cleaning up? I’ll read either one!! Thank you so much!
Of course, I love making certain request for my loves but for now, I want to grant Jongho-bias, my loves, wishes! If you think about any angst, fluff, supernatural or anything in the genre of yours but no smuts, my loves, please tell me!
| genre: fluff. slice of life. | mentions: skincare.
The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the space as you perched on the counter, legs dangling on either side of Jongho as he stood between them. Both of you were dressed in matching oversized shirts—his idea, of course. He lazily dabbed his foamy cleanser onto his face, still half-asleep but somehow meticulous with each slow, measured movement.
I saw your requests were open for Jongho!! He’s my bias and I get so sad bc there’s so little fics out for him, especially fluff! I live for soft and sweet, so maybe something like doing your nightly routine together and getting all snuggly after a long day? Or dancing to oldies (by that I mean 70s and 80s music) the kitchen while cooking/cleaning up? I’ll read either one!! Thank you so much!
Of course, I love making certain request for my loves but for now, I want to grant Jongho-bias, my loves, wishes! If you think about any angst, fluff, supernatural or anything in the genre of yours but no smuts, my loves, please tell me!
| genre: fluff. slice of life. | mentions: skincare.
The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the space as you perched on the counter, legs dangling on either side of Jongho as he stood between them. Both of you were dressed in matching oversized shirts—his idea, of course. He lazily dabbed his foamy cleanser onto his face, still half-asleep but somehow meticulous with each slow, measured movement.
| genre: high-school rival. fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. | mentions: jongho calling you asshole but in a ... loving way? . high school.
You slammed your locker shut, barely flinching when the familiar presence of Choi Jongho leaned against the one beside yours, a smirk already playing on his lips.
"You're late today," he remarked, crossing his arms as he looked at you with that same infuriating confidence he always had. But when his eyes settle on your appearance, his smirk faltered slightly as he took in your pale complexion and the dark circles under your eyes. "What happened? Did you get into a fight with your alarm clock?"
You groaned, rubbing your temples. "More like a fight with my own stomach, and I lost. A late-night caffeine rush hit like a freight train, and surprise, my body decided to betray me. Ever had acid reflux at 3 AM while questioning all your life choices? Yeah, pure joy."
Jongho raised a brow before his expression softened, a flicker of concern replacing his usual teasing demeanor. "You okay now?"
You rolled your eyes, but the teasing lilt in your voice couldn’t quite mask the way your pulse quickened. "Why? Worried about me, Choi?"
His lips curled back into a smirk, but this time, it felt a little less sharp. "Tch. Don't flatter yourself. I just need you in top shape when I beat you next week."
"Wow, what a great observation, genius." You rolled your eyes, shoving your books into your bag. "What, were you waiting for me? Miss me that much?"
His smirk deepened. "As if. Someone has to make sure you don’t slack off before the big debate next week. Can’t have my so-called rival losing to anyone but me."
You scoffed, turning to face him fully, one hand resting on your hip as you leaned slightly to one side, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in clear defiance. "Oh, how generous of you, Choi. I didn’t realize you cared so much."
For a second, he hesitated, his smirk faltering just slightly as something unreadable flickered in his eyes—hesitation, vulnerability, maybe even something more. His fingers twitched at his side, as if debating whether to reach for you before he leaned in, his voice softer this time. "Yes, asshole, I do care about you."
You froze, your breath hitching as the weight of his words settled in. Despite the sharp banter and the rivalry that defined your every interaction, there was no denying the sudden rush of warmth that spread through your chest—like the flutter of a heartbeat on Valentine’s Day, unexpected yet inevitable. The tension between you wasn’t sharp anymore; it was something softer, something unspoken but undeniable.
He blinked, as if realizing what he just said, before suddenly pushing off the locker, clearing his throat. "I mean—I care about keeping our competition alive. It’d be boring without you, obviously."
Your heart was pounding, but you refused to let him see how much his words affected you. Instead, you tilted your head, lips curling in amusement. "Oh? So you admit I make things interesting for you?"
"Don’t get ahead of yourself." He scoffed but failed to hide the way his ears turned slightly pink.
You chuckled, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "Sure, Choi. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
As you walked away, you swore you heard him mutter under his breath, "More than you think."
And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you were still just rivals anymore.
| genre: high-school rival. fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. | mentions: jongho calling you asshole but in a ... loving way? . high school.
You slammed your locker shut, barely flinching when the familiar presence of Choi Jongho leaned against the one beside yours, a smirk already playing on his lips.
"You're late today," he remarked, crossing his arms as he looked at you with that same infuriating confidence he always had. But when his eyes settle on your appearance, his smirk faltered slightly as he took in your pale complexion and the dark circles under your eyes. "What happened? Did you get into a fight with your alarm clock?"
You groaned, rubbing your temples. "More like a fight with my own stomach, and I lost. A late-night caffeine rush hit like a freight train, and surprise, my body decided to betray me. Ever had acid reflux at 3 AM while questioning all your life choices? Yeah, pure joy."
Jongho raised a brow before his expression softened, a flicker of concern replacing his usual teasing demeanor. "You okay now?"
You rolled your eyes, but the teasing lilt in your voice couldn’t quite mask the way your pulse quickened. "Why? Worried about me, Choi?"
His lips curled back into a smirk, but this time, it felt a little less sharp. "Tch. Don't flatter yourself. I just need you in top shape when I beat you next week."
"Wow, what a great observation, genius." You rolled your eyes, shoving your books into your bag. "What, were you waiting for me? Miss me that much?"
His smirk deepened. "As if. Someone has to make sure you don’t slack off before the big debate next week. Can’t have my so-called rival losing to anyone but me."
You scoffed, turning to face him fully, one hand resting on your hip as you leaned slightly to one side, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in clear defiance. "Oh, how generous of you, Choi. I didn’t realize you cared so much."
For a second, he hesitated, his smirk faltering just slightly as something unreadable flickered in his eyes—hesitation, vulnerability, maybe even something more. His fingers twitched at his side, as if debating whether to reach for you before he leaned in, his voice softer this time. "Yes, asshole, I do care about you."
You froze, your breath hitching as the weight of his words settled in. Despite the sharp banter and the rivalry that defined your every interaction, there was no denying the sudden rush of warmth that spread through your chest—like the flutter of a heartbeat on Valentine’s Day, unexpected yet inevitable. The tension between you wasn’t sharp anymore; it was something softer, something unspoken but undeniable.
He blinked, as if realizing what he just said, before suddenly pushing off the locker, clearing his throat. "I mean—I care about keeping our competition alive. It’d be boring without you, obviously."
Your heart was pounding, but you refused to let him see how much his words affected you. Instead, you tilted your head, lips curling in amusement. "Oh? So you admit I make things interesting for you?"
"Don’t get ahead of yourself." He scoffed but failed to hide the way his ears turned slightly pink.
You chuckled, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "Sure, Choi. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
As you walked away, you swore you heard him mutter under his breath, "More than you think."
And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you were still just rivals anymore.
Pairing: (Business Management Major) College Student! Seonghwa x (Law Major) College Student! Female Reader
Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst
Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.
✒️ (Written Parts)
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1. Profiles (Part One): Seonghwa and The Crew ✨
2. Profiles (Part Two): The Freshmen ✨
3. Introduction (Part One): The Court is in Session✨
4. Introduction (Part Two): Famous Last Words✨
5. A. Chapter One: She's Beauty, She's Grace✨
5. B. Chapter One: ok boomer✨
6. Chapter Two: Vibe Check 💯 ✨ // (Mini Bonus)
7. Chapter Three: Dark History Reunion✨ ✒️
8. Chapter Four: Desert to Rainforest ✨
9. A. Chapter Five: BDE, Indeed✨
9. B. Chapter Five: That doesn't help at all✨
10. Chapter Six: It's okay buddy, get used to it✨✒️
11. Chapter Seven: Fighting, Not Flirting✨
12. A. Chapter Eight: You like your coffee black, right? ✨
12. B. Chapter Eight: Beverage Addiction Convention ✨
13. Chapter Nine: Mega Big Brain Boy✨✒️
14. Chapter Ten: Starter?? Feelings??✨
15. A. Chapter Eleven: Common Sense Braincells ✨
15. B. Chapter Eleven: I am done, I fucked up✨
16. A. Chapter Twelve: The team is complete ✨
16. B. Chapter Twelve: Time to reconsider✨
17. Chapter Thirteen: She Gasped✨
18. Chapter Fourteen: Just Stuff✨
19. Chapter Fifteen: We work well together✨ // 🌹Special Bonus: Weekly Flower Delivery✨
20. Chapter Sixteen: Happy Realisation✨ ✒️
21. Chapter Seventeen: (Special Bonus) // Stay Humble Kids✨
22. A. Chapter Eighteen: Don't be shy, babygrrill ✨
22. B. Chapter Eighteen: Eden Studio✨
23. Chapter Nineteen: (Ass)et✨
24. Chapter Twenty: Mutual Whipped Culture✨
25. A. Chapter Twenty One: Deer God✨
25. B. Chapter Twenty One: Big News?✨ // 🌹Special Bonus: Weekly Flower Delivery✨
26. A. Chapter Twenty Two: Babie Supreme✨
26. B. Chapter Twenty Two: Dancers and INVADER✨ // 🌹Special Bonus: Weekly Flower Delivery
27. Chapter Twenty Three: Eat the Rich✨
28. Chapter Twenty Four: Cinematic Parallels✨ ✒️
29. Chapter Twenty Five: No Funny Business✨
30. Chapter Twenty Six: Thirst Trap✨
31. A. Chapter Twenty Seven: Autumn has begun✨
31. B. Chapter Twenty Seven: Guava Juice vs Coffee✨ // 🌹Special Bonus: Weekly Flower Delivery
32. A. Chapter Twenty Eight: Squiggly Seaweed Dance✨ // 🌹Special Bonus: Weekly Flower Delivery
32. B. Chapter Twenty Eight: Mars and the Moon✨
33. (Updated!) Profiles Part One: The Sophomore and The Graduate✨
34. (Updated!) Profiles Part Two: A Bunch of Bickering Besties✨
35. Chapter Twenty Nine: Calm down, Bella Swan✨
36. A. Chapter Thirty: Half Burnt Omelette with Lemon Zest✨
36. B. Chapter Thirty: Shinee First, Always❤️✨
37. A. Chapter Thirty One: Business Management Department✨
37. B. Chapter Thirty One: Say No More✨
38. Chapter Thirty Two: No, it's Ryan Reynolds✨ (✒️)// Mini Bonus
39. A. Chapter Thirty Three: Mr. Worldwide✨
39. B. Chapter Thirty Three: Autocorrect is crazZzyyy✨
40. A. Chapter Thirty Four: Who's Pregnant?✨
40. B. Chapter Thirty Four: Trickster and His Lil Tease✨
✨Epilogue (Part Two): [✨2.1]
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hello, my loves goodmorning goodafternoon and goodevening. I have noticed that there were users plagiarizing works from the accounts I follow and that worries me.
My works aren't the best but it still worries me that I may not know but it could happen. So as my loves, please let me know if you find something similar or straight-up plagiarism on my works.
| genre: fluff. slice of life. | mentions: gf is a filipina.
The warmth of the couch and the soft hum of the city outside made your shared apartment feel even cozier. The night had settled in, casting a comfortable atmosphere between you and Seonghwa. You were curled up next to him, your legs tucked under you, recounting your trip to the Philippines with excitement laced in your voice.
"And then my sister tried to ride this banana boat and oh my gosh suddenly she started yelling and we all thought something bad happend to her but it turns out a small crab is climbing on her thigh... what do you call that again, Hwa?" You turned to Seonghwa, expecting an answer, but instead, you were met with his wide eyes and an amused smile playing on his lips.
"How... What are you saying, love?"
Your brows knitted together in confusion. "I ask you a question?" you responded back in Hangul, blinking as you tried to recall what part of your sentence confused him.
Seonghwa chuckled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart flutter. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before letting his fingers linger along your jawline.
"Oh my love, it must be a struggle to be multi-lingual and not noticing when you switch languages."
It took you a beat before realization dawned on you. Your mouth parted in shock as heat rushed to your cheeks. "I... I am so sorry, my love…"
Seonghwa’s laughter was gentle as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest. His hand rubbed soothing circles along your arm. "It’s okay, love. I actually find it endearing. I'm proud to have a girlfriend who can speak multiple languages so naturally."
You buried your face into his hoodie, groaning. "Still, I feel bad for confusing you."
"Nah, don’t be," he mused, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "I could listen to you talk in any language, and I’d still be captivated."
You peeked up at him, lips curving into a shy smile. "Even if I start talking to you in full Tagalog?"
His eyes gleamed playfully as he squeezed your waist. "Absolutely. Just teach me the words next time so I can understand my girlfriend better."
Giggling, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Deal."
Seonghwa’s smile widened as he held you even closer, the two of you basking in the warmth of each other's presence, your languages intertwined just like your hearts.
Hiiiii, how are you? I was waiting really patiently for you to reopen the requests heheheheh
So, since I barely see any related posts about Jongho out there, I was thinking about a super cute one shot about Jongho opening himself to his school crush 🥺🥺
hello my loves!! thank you for waiting paitently, such a sweet my loves🤍, since you have waited patiently, here's your request! I hope you like it!
| genre: fluff. slice of life. | mentions: nothing much. just school stuff.
Jongho wasn’t one to spill his thoughts easily. He’d always been known as the quiet, reliable type—the guy who lent his notes without hesitation, who carried the extra weight during group projects, who never spoke more than necessary. But when it came to you, his heart had a bad habit of betraying him.
It wasn’t like he meant to glance your way every time you walked past in the hallway. Or to linger just a second longer when you smiled at him during study sessions. Or to memorize the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused. It just happened.
And now, it was happening again.
The two of you were sitting together in the library, hidden in a quiet corner. Your head was bent over your notes, pen tapping against the lined paper as you hummed in concentration. Jongho had been pretending to read the same paragraph for the past five minutes, but in reality, he was debating whether or not to finally say something.
The words sat at the tip of his tongue, taunting him.
Just say it.
But how did someone like him just say something like that?
“Jongho?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You were looking at him now, head tilted in curiosity. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at that page forever.”
Heat rose to his ears. Caught. He cleared his throat, setting the book down. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… distracted.”
You smiled, and he swore the library lights got a little brighter. “Want to take a break? Maybe go grab a snack?”
You both stepped out of the library and into the crisp afternoon air. After some back-and-forth, you decided on a cozy ramen shop nearby. The warmth of the broth was comforting, and the conversation flowed easily—talking about classes, random inside jokes, and even a little playful teasing from you when Jongho insisted on paying for everything.
“Seriously? You didn’t have to,” you said, pouting slightly as he handed the cashier his card.
“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his tone final yet gentle.
On the way back, you both stopped by a small ice cream stall, each choosing a flavor before strolling leisurely toward the library. The sky had started to shift into soft hues of orange and pink, and the air felt lighter than before.
As you licked your ice cream, you glanced at him. “You know, you’re not someone who gets distracted easily.”
Jongho nearly choked on his ice cream, caught off guard. He swallowed quickly before looking at you, unsure of what to say.
“So… what’s on your mind?” you asked, your tone casual but curious. “You’ve been acting kind of off today.”
He hesitated, scraping his spoon against the side of his cup. “I guess I have been a little distracted.”
You gave him a knowing look. “That’s not like you. You’re usually the most focused person I know.”
Jongho sighed, his grip tightening around the cup. The words pressed against his chest, but after the warmth of ramen, the sweetness of ice cream, and the easy laughter you had shared, the moment felt right.
“There’s actually… something I wanted to tell you.” His voice came out steadier than he expected, but his heart was hammering against his ribs.
You stopped walking, turning to him fully. “I’m listening.”
Jongho swallowed hard. “I like you.”
Silence stretched between you for a moment, the kind that made his chest tighten. But then, you blinked, and a soft, almost surprised smile spread across your lips.
“You do?”
He nodded, his ears burning. “Yeah. I just… I wanted you to know. Even if—”
“I like you too.”
The words were simple, yet they shattered every ounce of doubt he had. His breath hitched as he searched your face for any trace of hesitation, but all he found was sincerity.
A slow, relieved smile curled at his lips. “Really?”
You laughed, nudging his arm. “Really. I was just waiting for you to say something first.”
Jongho let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head at himself. “Guess I took long enough, huh?”
You grinned, holding up your hand with your index finger and thumb barely apart, as if measuring the tiniest fraction. “Just a little.”
The tension lingered for a moment, both of you feeling a little shy after the confession. The weight of the words still hung in the air, but as you walked side by side, you slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around Jongho’s arm. He stiffened for just a second before relaxing into the warmth of your touch.
Neither of you spoke, but the wide smiles on your faces said enough. Your cheeks burned, but so did his, a soft pink hue dusting his skin as you both made your way back to the library. And in that quiet, shared moment, Jongho realized that sometimes, unspoken feelings just needed the right moment to be heard—and felt.
it feels unfair that i manage to create few one-shots with the other members but not on jongho. so my loves, all the fluffiest and all the angst-iest one-shot you think, please let me know.
my loves, jongho requests are open! but no smuts!
forgot to edit the genre 😭
Hiiiii, how are you? I was waiting really patiently for you to reopen the requests heheheheh
So, since I barely see any related posts about Jongho out there, I was thinking about a super cute one shot about Jongho opening himself to his school crush 🥺🥺
hello my loves!! thank you for waiting paitently, such a sweet my loves🤍, since you have waited patiently, here's your request! I hope you like it!
| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: nothing much. just school stuff.
Jongho wasn’t one to spill his thoughts easily. He’d always been known as the quiet, reliable type—the guy who lent his notes without hesitation, who carried the extra weight during group projects, who never spoke more than necessary. But when it came to you, his heart had a bad habit of betraying him.
It wasn’t like he meant to glance your way every time you walked past in the hallway. Or to linger just a second longer when you smiled at him during study sessions. Or to memorize the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused. It just happened.
And now, it was happening again.
The two of you were sitting together in the library, hidden in a quiet corner. Your head was bent over your notes, pen tapping against the lined paper as you hummed in concentration. Jongho had been pretending to read the same paragraph for the past five minutes, but in reality, he was debating whether or not to finally say something.
The words sat at the tip of his tongue, taunting him.
Just say it.
But how did someone like him just say something like that?
“Jongho?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You were looking at him now, head tilted in curiosity. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at that page forever.”
Heat rose to his ears. Caught. He cleared his throat, setting the book down. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… distracted.”
You smiled, and he swore the library lights got a little brighter. “Want to take a break? Maybe go grab a snack?”
You both stepped out of the library and into the crisp afternoon air. After some back-and-forth, you decided on a cozy ramen shop nearby. The warmth of the broth was comforting, and the conversation flowed easily—talking about classes, random inside jokes, and even a little playful teasing from you when Jongho insisted on paying for everything.
“Seriously? You didn’t have to,” you said, pouting slightly as he handed the cashier his card.
“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his tone final yet gentle.
On the way back, you both stopped by a small ice cream stall, each choosing a flavor before strolling leisurely toward the library. The sky had started to shift into soft hues of orange and pink, and the air felt lighter than before.
As you licked your ice cream, you glanced at him. “You know, you’re not someone who gets distracted easily.”
Jongho nearly choked on his ice cream, caught off guard. He swallowed quickly before looking at you, unsure of what to say.
“So… what’s on your mind?” you asked, your tone casual but curious. “You’ve been acting kind of off today.”
He hesitated, scraping his spoon against the side of his cup. “I guess I have been a little distracted.”
You gave him a knowing look. “That’s not like you. You’re usually the most focused person I know.”
Jongho sighed, his grip tightening around the cup. The words pressed against his chest, but after the warmth of ramen, the sweetness of ice cream, and the easy laughter you had shared, the moment felt right.
“There’s actually… something I wanted to tell you.” His voice came out steadier than he expected, but his heart was hammering against his ribs.
You stopped walking, turning to him fully. “I’m listening.”
Jongho swallowed hard. “I like you.”
Silence stretched between you for a moment, the kind that made his chest tighten. But then, you blinked, and a soft, almost surprised smile spread across your lips.
“You do?”
He nodded, his ears burning. “Yeah. I just… I wanted you to know. Even if—”
“I like you too.”
The words were simple, yet they shattered every ounce of doubt he had. His breath hitched as he searched your face for any trace of hesitation, but all he found was sincerity.
A slow, relieved smile curled at his lips. “Really?”
You laughed, nudging his arm. “Really. I was just waiting for you to say something first.”
Jongho let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head at himself. “Guess I took long enough, huh?”
You grinned, holding up your hand with your index finger and thumb barely apart, as if measuring the tiniest fraction. “Just a little.”
The tension lingered for a moment, both of you feeling a little shy after the confession. The weight of the words still hung in the air, but as you walked side by side, you slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around Jongho’s arm. He stiffened for just a second before relaxing into the warmth of your touch.
Neither of you spoke, but the wide smiles on your faces said enough. Your cheeks burned, but so did his, a soft pink hue dusting his skin as you both made your way back to the library. And in that quiet, shared moment, Jongho realized that sometimes, unspoken feelings just needed the right moment to be heard—and felt.
it feels unfair that i manage to create few one-shots with the other members but not on jongho. so my loves, all the fluffiest and all the angst-iest one-shot you think, please let me know.
my loves, jongho requests are open! but no smuts!
Hiiiii, how are you? I was waiting really patiently for you to reopen the requests heheheheh
So, since I barely see any related posts about Jongho out there, I was thinking about a super cute one shot about Jongho opening himself to his school crush 🥺🥺
hello my loves!! thank you for waiting paitently, such a sweet my loves🤍, since you have waited patiently, here's your request! I hope you like it!
| genre: fluff. slice of life. | mentions: nothing much. just school stuff.
Jongho wasn’t one to spill his thoughts easily. He’d always been known as the quiet, reliable type—the guy who lent his notes without hesitation, who carried the extra weight during group projects, who never spoke more than necessary. But when it came to you, his heart had a bad habit of betraying him.
It wasn’t like he meant to glance your way every time you walked past in the hallway. Or to linger just a second longer when you smiled at him during study sessions. Or to memorize the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused. It just happened.
And now, it was happening again.
The two of you were sitting together in the library, hidden in a quiet corner. Your head was bent over your notes, pen tapping against the lined paper as you hummed in concentration. Jongho had been pretending to read the same paragraph for the past five minutes, but in reality, he was debating whether or not to finally say something.
The words sat at the tip of his tongue, taunting him.
Just say it.
But how did someone like him just say something like that?
“Jongho?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You were looking at him now, head tilted in curiosity. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at that page forever.”
Heat rose to his ears. Caught. He cleared his throat, setting the book down. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… distracted.”
You smiled, and he swore the library lights got a little brighter. “Want to take a break? Maybe go grab a snack?”
You both stepped out of the library and into the crisp afternoon air. After some back-and-forth, you decided on a cozy ramen shop nearby. The warmth of the broth was comforting, and the conversation flowed easily—talking about classes, random inside jokes, and even a little playful teasing from you when Jongho insisted on paying for everything.
“Seriously? You didn’t have to,” you said, pouting slightly as he handed the cashier his card.
“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his tone final yet gentle.
On the way back, you both stopped by a small ice cream stall, each choosing a flavor before strolling leisurely toward the library. The sky had started to shift into soft hues of orange and pink, and the air felt lighter than before.
As you licked your ice cream, you glanced at him. “You know, you’re not someone who gets distracted easily.”
Jongho nearly choked on his ice cream, caught off guard. He swallowed quickly before looking at you, unsure of what to say.
“So… what’s on your mind?” you asked, your tone casual but curious. “You’ve been acting kind of off today.”
He hesitated, scraping his spoon against the side of his cup. “I guess I have been a little distracted.”
You gave him a knowing look. “That’s not like you. You’re usually the most focused person I know.”
Jongho sighed, his grip tightening around the cup. The words pressed against his chest, but after the warmth of ramen, the sweetness of ice cream, and the easy laughter you had shared, the moment felt right.
“There’s actually… something I wanted to tell you.” His voice came out steadier than he expected, but his heart was hammering against his ribs.
You stopped walking, turning to him fully. “I’m listening.”
Jongho swallowed hard. “I like you.”
Silence stretched between you for a moment, the kind that made his chest tighten. But then, you blinked, and a soft, almost surprised smile spread across your lips.
“You do?”
He nodded, his ears burning. “Yeah. I just… I wanted you to know. Even if—”
“I like you too.”
The words were simple, yet they shattered every ounce of doubt he had. His breath hitched as he searched your face for any trace of hesitation, but all he found was sincerity.
A slow, relieved smile curled at his lips. “Really?”
You laughed, nudging his arm. “Really. I was just waiting for you to say something first.”
Jongho let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head at himself. “Guess I took long enough, huh?”
You grinned, holding up your hand with your index finger and thumb barely apart, as if measuring the tiniest fraction. “Just a little.”
The tension lingered for a moment, both of you feeling a little shy after the confession. The weight of the words still hung in the air, but as you walked side by side, you slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around Jongho’s arm. He stiffened for just a second before relaxing into the warmth of your touch.
Neither of you spoke, but the wide smiles on your faces said enough. Your cheeks burned, but so did his, a soft pink hue dusting his skin as you both made your way back to the library. And in that quiet, shared moment, Jongho realized that sometimes, unspoken feelings just needed the right moment to be heard—and felt.
it feels unfair that i manage to create few one-shots with the other members but not on jongho. so my loves, all the fluffiest and all the angst-iest one-shot you think, please let me know.
my loves, jongho requests are open! but no smuts!
I’ve had this thought in my head for months could you PLEASE PLEASEEEE do a smut one shot with Choi San this is the prompt☺️
So basically reader just wants San to be a little ( a lot*) mean and rough in bed with her but he has this image of her being fragile and innocent cause obviously she’s been through stuff 🙄 but yeosang and Wooyoung get him to see that she’s stronger than he thinks and…… HOT SMUT😝
Sorry if it doesn’t make teww much sense I’m half tired ☹️
Oh, my loves, I’m so sorry… truly, I am. But I’ve made a promise to keep this space smut-free as part of my new concept. I’ve thought long and hard about this, and I’ve decided to no longer take requests like these.
As much as some ideas can be tempting, my loves, this is a choice I’ve made, and I hope you can understand. I love and appreciate you all so much—thank you for always supporting me!
"strategy" - a mini smau series by @liliesformingi. view series masterlist, and outline here.
step 1: "do my highlight, make me shine so bright in the moonlight." | soccer player!mingi x ballerina!reader
author's note: thank you for all the love and excitement on this series!! it's my very first smau series and i'm super excited to share it with you all, hope you love part 1! also, for context, all dark mode texts are mingi, all light mode texts are the reader! warnings: kms jokes, lowk everyone slanders wooyoung and jeongin (but with love)
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