GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ student council president!jungwon x gn!secretary!reader ft. hyuuuuuka & yeri smau

OR. alternatively

⋆·˚ ༘ * in which youve been crushing on the student council president since elementary, and one day you receive a love letter in your locker.

TAGS; fluff, angst, misunderstanding trope (ew, yuck), i am not funny, my love for jungwon, second-hand embarrassment, this plays out like a shitty kdrama, IM NOT CREATIVE IM SORRY, very!! slowburn

WARNINGS; cursing, shitty parents, yn&won overwork themselves a lot, mentions of stalking and generally creepy behavior—maybe more to be added on.

✎ STATUS; ongoing!

profiles 01 | profiles 02

SPECIAL! HEE BIRTH! 🎂 (2.1k words)

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ONE. sunoo supremacy

TWO. no one cares about student council

THREE. i am the Moment

FOUR. O_o Yang Jungwonnie (1.9k words)

FIVE. i swear im not dumb?? I SWEAR

SIX. wolf in sheeps clothing

SEVEN. CURT

EIGHT. NIKI WILL FIND OUT.

NINE. hehe (2.1k words)

TEN. the great detective niki

ELEVEN. JUNGWON IS ON LIFE SUPPORT

TWELVE. kiss him!!

THIRTEEN. floor grippers

FOURTEEN. your comfort

FIFTEEN. are you a pet or smthng? (1.6k words)

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LATEST!!

SIXTEEN. theyre multiplying

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my first smau !! this is very, very bad. feedback is always appreciated though, feel free to check out my txt stuff!!

inspired by; let my love run wild by @ddeonuism i just started reading it and i found that our student council ideas were similar?? nothing major at all really, but i didnt want it to seem like i copied or anything when i actually post chapters!!!! love this work and u should read it too <3

MASTERLIST ^_−☆

PLAYLIST kind of?

✧ ˚. you're not my bias!

skz finding out they're not your bias

pairing: skz ot8 x reader warnings: uhhh felix's is a little suggestive? idk its nothing crazy (also dk why it's always HIS that's suggestive LMAO), skz being petty (lightheartedly), mentions of divorce, bang chan uses a wolf meme notes: this prompt always makes me giggle, so i thought i'd try my hand at it ! should i open a general taglist for all of my works? idk if anybody would be interested, i'm just spitballing. anyways, feedback is always appreciated, i hope you enjoy! :) by the way! i have an smau series i'm currently working on ;) if you're interested, you can find it here!

masterlist, requests [OPEN]

#!bang chan + lee know

#!changbin + hyunjin

#!han + felix

#!seungmin + i.n

©hyunedew

⋆.˚ childhood best friend ♡︎ bang chan.

── .✦ the one where bang chan learns what 'home' means. #우리의_찬란한_청춘_방찬에게 #BrightestStarBangChan

✰ gn!reader, idol!chan, fluff!!!, angst 🙁, childhood best friends, long distance friendship, homesickness, hurt/comfort, ambiguous romance [pining/crushes], open ending. end notes included! ❤︎ all sfw. intentional lowercase. wc: 1,800+

🧸 childhood best friend chan who moves in next door, who came from seoul to sydney and was scared he wouldn't meet anyone his age.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is the only one to attend your birthday party. he flashes you a grin and tries to cheer you up by saying, "that just means more cake for us!"

🧸 childhood best friend chan who introduces himself as christopher— but you can call him chris, he says hastily. he knows his full name is too long. you assure him no, it's okay, you'll call him christopher. he rewards you with another one of his signature dimpled smiles. the first of many.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who spends most of his summers with you. his next door neighbor, his new best friend. he tries to teach you how to play soccer. you burn songs you think he'll like on to CDs. the two of you learn to bike down your street. see? you both still have the scars to prove it.

🧸 childhood best friend chan whose fondest memories with you are set in beaches. you're both still too young to surf, so you kill your time trying to outswim each other. it's a tender rotation of portraits— hands sticky with fruit-flavored ice cream, sand in your slippers, the smell of sunscreen.

🧸 childhood best friend chan slash guitar teacher. you spend one too many evenings out on his porch with his beat-up acoustic guitar. as his fingers gently guide yours over the strings, you consider romance. but for only a moment. because you'd rather have him like this than risk not having him at all.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who sticks to your side at school. everyone thinks you're dating; the two of you give up on correcting peers. chan doesn't quite understand why he's so happy to have people assume, and why he's even happier to have you acquiesce.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you, first, about what he plans to do. "it's just an audition," he tells you, but you already know. you already know what he's destined for, who he's going to be, as early as then.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who practices his bruno mars audition song with you over and over and over again until you forget what the original version sounds like. nowadays, whenever you hear just the way you are, it's only ever in the voice of thirteen-year-old christopher.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who calls you up excitedly, who only says two words. "i'm in," he breathes, and there's so many things you can say in that moment. of course you are, and i never doubted you, and you're leaving me?, but instead you settle on, "i'm proud of you."

🧸 childhood best friend chan who doesn't cry at the family dinner. doesn't cry at the airport. he laughs when you tear up, teases that you're being silly. think of it as summer camp, he tells you, and when he hugs you goodbye, his hands shake just a teensy bit.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who cries on the plane— because at least, there, no one who loves him will see.

🧸 childhood best friend chan slash trainee who keeps in touch. he texts a lot in those first couple of years. you'd like this café. these cherry blossoms look really good. dance practice today was tiring. you learn to read between the lines; he is saying i miss you, but he cannot say the words themselves, because then it becomes real.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who never misses a birthday, whether its yours or someone in your family's. shipping fees are too stressful and so he perfects the art of long-distance gift-giving. here, an 8tracks playlist. here, a digital flipbook. here, a video of him singing your favorite song.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who gets busy, who gets frustrated, who watches dozens of trainees debut before him. you try your darnedest to sympathize but there is only so much that you can know about this industry, about his lifestyle.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who never blames you. how could he? he made his choice. but still. but still. there are days, weeks, months, where he forces himself to keep his distance. because this is a whole other kind of hurting— saying goodbye and knowing that the door is still left open a crack.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who watches your life in pictures, in the squares of instagram photos, the tagged posts on facebook. you graduate high school, and then uni. you work part-time jobs. you finally learn how to surf. and he is proud, and he is hurt, and he is yours, still, in ways that neither of you can comprehend.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who, after being distant for what feels like forever, extends an olive branch in the form of a follow request. finstas are only just becoming a thing in his part of the world. every trainee has one. the first person he thinks to follow is you.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who starts reacting to your stories, who replies every so often. your haircut looks nice and how's your mum? and wow, that part of town has changed a lot. it's all so stilted, all so polite, but he's trying, he's trying, he's trying. he needs you to see that.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who finally calls you one evening to tell you everything. you are horrified by what he's gone through, by all the times he's been passed over, but chan reassures you. even as you apologize, again and again, for not knowing.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you, "i chose this. i want to keep choosing it. but—" a beat. then, softly, the words he's held himself back from saying. "i just miss you, that's all."

🧸 childhood best friend chan who slots right back in to your life. he's still plenty busy. at least now he knows that you're always just one message away, that you'll appreciate his updates of i met another aussie today or there's a new day6 song or i can finally stop dieting.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who excitedly tells you about 3racha. about his genius lyricist j.one and his killer rapper spearb. his own moniker is plain and simple, he says with a laugh. cb97. but it's him, it's his, it's a start.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who sends you the first demo of a song he's genuinely happy to have produced. your heart is in my hands, he jokes in the e-mail subject line. j.one is good. so is spearb. but chan, cb97, your christopher, who sings "i'd like to start off this speech with a 'thank you' to everyone that helped little chris to grow up"? he's everything.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you in vague terms that he might not be reachable for some time. there's a lot of things he wants to tell you, wants to divulge. there are other people on the line, now, though, and so he holds back. you understand. you tell him you'll wait. he is so, so grateful.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is introduced as the leader of JYPE's newest boy group. he is not christopher or chris. he is chan, now. bang chan. you watch the survival show with his family. you give them a handwritten letter for him, when they go to visit him in south korea. you see him become everything he said he would be.

🧸 childhood best friend chan whose hair is two-toned dirty blonde and aqua blue when he debuts with hellevator. you buy his photocard. you still have it up in your room; it makes him cringe, but he is secretly pleased that you cared enough to do such a small thing.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who bears the weight of impossible expectations. leader, producer, idol. son, brother. friend. he is so many things all at once. they say he is too much. they say he is not enough. he doesn't know who to listen to.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who blames himself for things that are beyond his control. for 2019. for 2020. for 2021. for— there isn't a year where chan isn't blaming himself for something, really.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who finds comfort in the smallest of things. a noisy dorm with seven other boys. the thrill of turning a note in to a living, breathing song. you. your little updates. you. your easy responses. you. your unwavering support. you, you, you.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who wonders often sometimes what it would have been like if he stayed.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who can see it so, so clearly. the college you would have both gone to. working at the record store; busking in the mall. summers of surf and sun. your fingers fitting in to the spaces between his.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who thinks he would have been happy with that life. happier than right now?... he's not sure. all he knows is that he would have been happy. the two of you could have been so happy.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who often sometimes feel like his youth was taken from him. his teenage years were spent as a trainee; his early twenties were spent fighting for every scrap. he doesn't regret the choices he made. he doesn't want to. he can't.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who doesn't tell you any of this. a part of him doesn't have to. you know just how much he gave up. you know just how much he gained. you know why there are certain encores that make him cry, why there are songs he can't bear to perform live. why it's always so hard for him to name 'home' nowadays—

🧸 childhood best friend chan who wants to believe that 'home' means sydney. who, to make things easier, says 'home' is seoul. who will sometimes say that 'home' is STAY, 'home' is stray kids. who knows, deep down, that home is a three-letter word of y-o-u.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who, when he makes his way back to sydney, is scared shitless. he's been gone for so long. it's an endless litany of 'what if's. what if berry doesn't recognize him anymore. what if all his favorite restaurants have shut down. what if you realize you don't like the person he's become. what if, what if.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is only partially reassured when he realizes there's still a spot for him at the dinner table, when his old friends don't treat him any differently, when the path to the park still feels familiar.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who realizes that all of his worries are unfounded when you greet him with "long time no see, christopher." not chan. not chris. christopher.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who smiles the same way that he had when he first met you. all bright eyes and dimples.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who holds out his hand, waiting to see if you'll take it.

✰ i think a lot about a line in The Myth of Sisyphus, where it goes something along the lines of "one must imagine sisyphus happy." in some way, this is me #coping (lol). one must imagine bang chan happy. because maaan, does he deserve it. happy birthday, chris.

LIVING WITH SINGLE FATHER CHAN 𖹭 방찬 ( text reaction ) !

genre crack , suggestive 𖹭 warning pairing — roommate!chan x fem reader | back to library .

— best friends to lover text messages with single dad chan

request. i know you did like baby daddy chan already, but like what about single dad chan and best friend (to lovers 👀) reader

❛ you're the one. ⠀𓏔⠀ bc.

bang chan × fem!reader — established relationship, non idol! au, wedding! au, based on chan's unreleased song baby, fluff

summary — you've been through all the ups and downs life has thrown at you, now you take the last step to be with the person you love the most, with some surprises from him, of course, what did expect?

warnings — alcohol (champagne), lots of kissing, it isn't clearly stated but chan is a songwriter!

word count — 3k

author's note — happy chan day!! 🩷 this is just butterfly inducing fluff, i've recently finished watching my demon and my wedding fever took over lol. i've only been to this kind of wedding once in my entire life and that was over ten years ago lmao so i apologize if i made any mistakes. i hope you guys like this one 🫶🏼🫶🏼

The dress you bought a month ago felt stuffy the more you paced around in it, your bare feet wearing down the floor of the room you were waiting in, trying your best to practice walking around in the gown so you wouldn't trip in front of everyone and make a fool of yourself and get the nerves out of your system. You weren't getting cold feet—no, that wasn't the issue. You wanted this, but the gravity of the whole situation plus the people that were outside, waiting for you, made your stomach queasy.

Marrying Bang Chan was a decision you took without hesitating for a beat. You'd dated him for four years—four beautiful years that you cherished. You've never met a man like him before, someone so... full of love, so much to give to everyone around him, so much happiness when he was with the ones he loved, and a fierce protectiveness that came along with it. You never thought being with someone could be so life-changing. Memories of the two of you flooded your mind as you walked around, the sensation of the wooden floor both soothing and overwhelming at the same time. Your first date, your first kiss, your first anniversary—so many firsts that made your heart feel fuzzy. If you had to describe him in one word, it would be perfect, even if he didn't agree with it. To you, Chan was perfect. He was the perfect balance of tender and sensual, someone who would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe, a man straight out of a book (sometimes you feared you would wake up from this dream and find yourself alone, that you had imagined this near-perfect human loving you out of everyone else in the whole world).

“Y/n,” your friend called. You almost jumped to the ceiling like a frightened cat, placing a hand over your chest to calm your racing heart, turning around to see her, dressed in navy blue satin, as your other friends and bridesmaids, who were most likely outside, made their way down the aisle with their paired groomsmen—Chan's friends. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but it's time.” She said apologetically, not wanting to agitate you further. The nerves were written all over your face; she understood that, seeing that the event about to unfold was once in a lifetime and you were a bit of a perfectionist. 

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat, and you looked around for the bouquet you placed somewhere, in the mess of clothes that were strung out in the room. The theme of your wedding was white with navy blue, hence why your bridesmaids and maid of honor wore navy blue; the groomsmen had blue orchids as their boutonnières, as did Chan, although you hadn't seen him since the previous day as he stayed over at his friend's place, following the tradition of not seeing the bride (or bride to be?). You barely ate anything in the morning, feeling too jittery to keep anything in your stomach.

You let out a sharp exhale a few moments later, clutching the navy blue roses with some other tiny white flowers you couldn't put a name on with the jumbled mess that your brain was in currently, once you were sure you had everything you needed. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, like drums playing in the background of a movie scene, except you were the only one who could hear, and maybe anyone who stood closely to you. Your hands gripped the bouquet you were holding tighter, some part of your brain screaming that you would break the stems if you didn't release your iron grip.

The wedding march made your anxiousness reach an all-time new peak, looking at your friend one more time and feeling a bit better at the sight of her reassuring expression. She mouthed a ‘go get your man’, making you blush furiously, even as she quickly went away to where the others were standing. 

Walking down the aisle, you were in a daze. You recognized your friends and family in your peripheral, your parents smiling wide and holding back tears, Chan's parents having the same reaction—but your vision tunneled at the sight of your almost husband. Your fiancé, dressed in a dapper suit, looking as handsome as ever. A hot bubble of emotion swelled up inside you as you drew closer to the end of the aisle where he was waiting. Other than the nagging thoughts in your head that were telling you not to make a fool of yourself by tripping and falling on your face, you could only think of Chan. When you finally reached him, you could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes and a smile so wide it made your heart skip a beat.

Chan was absolutely starstruck the moment he saw you. To him, you were always beautiful, but right then, seeing you in that dress, holding a bouquet of flowers, and coming to him, a conundrum of emotions swirled inside him, his throat feeling tight with each step that you took. Once you finally reached him, he wanted to tell you a million things, but the words died in his mouth as he stood in your presence. 

Neither of you were able to say anything, but he took your hands into his after you handed your bouquet to your maid of honor, a thousand words passing through both of you in a single gentle squeeze.

I love you.

The officiant started the ceremony, most of which passed by in a blur for you. When the vows were exchanged, a few tears slipped down your cheeks as Chan read his. The words were so romantic and profound, they made your heart hurt in the best way possible. He kept looking up, locking eyes with her as he recited the words that seemed to come straight from his soul. While you were doing yours, you could barely keep the paper still in your hands as you read. Your fiancé had a way with words that you didn't have, but you hoped it sounded as good as it did when you first wrote them a few weeks ago. Once the rings were exchanged with trembling jands and the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, Chan wasted no second to pull you close and capture your lips in a searing kiss. Your face flushed at the sudden action, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on you, but Chan didn't let your attention wander from him for too long. 

“My darling girl,” he said quietly when the two of you pulled away to catch your breath, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look absolutely breathtaking. I wanted to say that earlier, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.”

You smiled widely. How he managed to make your heart flutter with the simplest words, even after all these years, was still a question to you. “Thank you. You look handsome too.” Your hands found the lapels of his tux and straightened it. Another kiss was pressed to your forehead before he moved to take your arm and lead you back down the aisle, almost Cheshire cat-like smiles on both of your faces, petals of flowers being rained upon you by your friends and family as you walked past them. 

Happiness—pure happiness filled you to the brim as you walked beside Chan, your newlywed husband. There were cheers from your friends and younger cousins, which only increased the emotion you were feeling, laughing along with them so much you felt your cheeks burn from the smile fixed onto your face.

While the guests shifted to the reception area for the food and drinks and cake-cutting, you two took a breather near the dressing rooms before you had to take photos with the rest of the wedding party.

Chan squeezed your hands; you could see his body was almost vibrating with excitement. “My beautiful wife,” he said, a giggle following after his words. You must've looked like two children to others, but you could hardly care about that in the moment. “I love you. So much. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest.”

“Mine too. I'm worried someone can hear it if they stand too close,” you admitted, a sheepish chuckle following afterwards. His eyes were crescents,nearly disappearing as he beamed at you. “I love you too, Channie.”

You were ushered to the outside venue to take pictures with your wedding party and close family. It took a long time, much longer than you wanted it to. Even after your family and friends had left to the reception area, the two of you were stuck, made to do thousands of over-the-top poses (which made you laugh, in turn taking even longer) by the photographers in order to capture that perfect wedding portrait. By the time you dragged your feet to just outside the room full of people, you felt your stomach growl.

“I think it's going to revolt if I don't eat soon,” you said with an amused snort, placing a hand over your grumbling tummy. Other than the fact that you hadn't eaten properly in the morning, your mind was now fixated on the lunch that awaited you—a lunch you and your then boyfriend now husband had planned carefully, including all of your favorite dishes that were on the menu and desserts and, of course, your two tiered chocolate and vanilla wedding cakes you were yet to see.

Chan let out a few more of those adorable giggles you were addicted to. “I've been dreaming about this meal for the past five weeks.” The way his thoughts were similar to yours, it made you feel better and slightly terrified at the same time. You could hear someone speaking, about to announce the two of you as you walked in the room. You felt your hand being tugged, so you turned to your right and saw him nearly bouncing in his place. “Ahh, they're going to do it, they're going to do it—they're going to call us together.” You couldn't help but smile at his adorable excitement.

And they did announce you as newlywed husband and wife, the two of you walking hand in hand into the room. The cheers and applause only got louder as Chan suddenly spun you and dipped you as he kissed your lips. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth, him holding you gently and roughly at the same time, keeping you in place until he kissed you breathless. You were flushed and panting when he pulled away and brought you up to stand straight again, a cheeky smile on his face when he saw your flustered reaction. There was a whistle, probably from his friends, ever the rowdy but endearing bunch they were.

Lunch followed shortly, a delicious meal that had you salivating as they served it on your plates. The moment you took a bite, you did a little happy dance in your seat, only freezing in your spot when you heard your husband's laugh, and you felt a bit embarrassed for a few moments before you dug into your food again. It was as tasty as you imagined—even better, to be frank, since you were starving. You were glad you were sitting next to Chan and nobody else, who only encouraged you to have as much as you'd like instead of making backhanded comments about how many servings you were having. It was your wedding after all, with the food that you paid for. It was only fitting to eat until you felt like you were going to burst.

The reception venue was decorated beautifully. You took in the details once your train of hunger had slowed down. The flowers, the name cards, the decorations, and all of your guests. You felt an insurmountable feeling of joy. Everybody was chattering gleefully, digging into their lunch and pointing to the different photos hung up around the room. It was your friends’ idea to do that—have little memento photographs strung up around the area to make the event more you. They were from dates or small gatherings, all which you both selected (so Chan couldn't give out those highly embarrassing photos he had stored away in a folder in his gallery). 

The cake-cutting after lunch was probably your favorite part of lunch. You felt bad that you were going to ruin such a gorgeous cake, but the promise of that luscious chocolate cake you had tastes ages ago when selecting the flavor and design was too tempting to resist. You almost tipped over the entire thing when you tried to move the knife out of the spongey inside.

As the day went on and most of the older people had begun to leave after lunch, giving both of you gifts and wishing you well, the evening cocktail party had started. The DJ started to play more slow and romantic music, inviting you both to have your first dance. Despite practicing it numerous times, it was like you were in a Disney movie when you were doing it now, time moving in slow motion. You could feel the warmth of his palm on your waist, the other holding your hand as he gracefully led you through the waltz. Soon, other couples joined you on the dance floor, and you moved to the rhythm of the song.

Toasts and speeches with champagne were held shortly after, his best man, your maid of honor, and then finally your own husband giving speeches. Chan speaking into the mic was an unrecited event; you didn't know if it was more of a spur of the moment thing or if he had planned to say something from the start.

“Hello everyone,” he said, clearing his throat. “I'd like to thank you all for coming here to celebrate my wedding with my gorgeous wife. It means a lot to me that you're here with us.” You could feel there was more to his speech, even though there was light applause from the people around you. Chan focused his attention on you. “Y/n, you're the love of my life... I know I said this a lot during our vows and our proposal—and every day, to be honest. I will never get tired of saying it. I was thinking day and night on how to make this special day even more special, something that properly displays how much I love you, from the bottom of my heart. Finally… I ended up with this. I hope you like it.” He didn't say anything else and turned to the DJ. His friends, the groomsmen, joined him, which only made you furrow your brows even more.

A pop beat started to play through the speakers. You saw him hold the mic closer, knowing glances passed between him and his friends as the music continued. It was a lively beat, something that sounded familiar but you couldn't put a finger on it. Then it hit you all at once when you met his eyes. It was the song we were working on a couple weeks ago, one that made him fumble and shut the computer down when you walked into the room to hand him coffee. When you questioned him, he merely replied with a vague ‘it's not good yet; I'll show you when it's perfect’.

When he started singing, you felt your heart thud in your chest, goosebumps forming on your skin. It was like a performance, with him singing and dancing a little and the groomsmen as his background dancers. Your friend nudged you when he sang something along the lines of ‘popstar in the streets but a rockstar underneath’, making you blush furiously and even more at the smirk he had on his face. 

And then he pulled you into the dance, twirling you around. You were surprised at first, but you slowly let yourself loose and followed his movements. Your laughs were drowned out by the music, but you knew he could hear them, and that prompted him to continue his song. You couldn't believe he wrote this and was performing it for you. Even as the song ended, the night continued with party music and dancing and a few sips of champagne. It was perfect. After one last slow dance, your wedding was coming to an end, which made you feel upset but happy that you were going to wake up tomorrow in the same honeymoon haze.

And although you both made teasing promises to each other about how you'd enjoy your wedding night, when you got home, all you wanted to do was get out of your dress and into bed. Right before you drifted off into sleep, you lifted your hand up to cup his cheek, gazing at his softened expression fondly. Your engagement ring and wedding ring glinted in the dimly lit room, butterflies dancing in your stomach at the sight. 

Chan covered your hand with both of his, relishing the intimate contact with you both. He lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss on your palm before placing it exactly where it was, a sleepy hum reverberating in his throat as you stroked his skin. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you more.”

He let out a playful groan. “I'm too tired to argue with you, so I'll let you win. Just this once.” An arm snaked around your waist, drawing you close enough so that you could rest your head on his chest, and soon enough, you fell into a deep sleep with dreams of him and what the future could hold for you.

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haru yo, koi — yang jungwon.

synopsis. Life is fragile. You’ve known this ever since you got diagnosed with a rare disease that gives you only 10 years to live. You tell yourself to not fall in love, but then you meet Yang Jungwon in the middle of a park surrounded by cherry blossom trees. But just like the fleetingness of the cherry blossoms, your romance with Jungwon is short lived. You can only hope that the universe will be kind enough to offer you a second chance.

genre. angst, fluff, friends to lovers to ?, inspired by the movie the last 10 years.

pairing. non-idol! jungwon x fem! reader

warnings. reader and jungwon are 22, mentions of death, hospital, disease, illness, one scene where drinking is involved, probably some medical inaccuracies

word count. 34.9k

author’s note. hello! haru yo koi is finally here and i am so excited for u all to read it !! i hope there aren’t any glitches or anything esp since i had to use the legacy editor 😭😭 so praying there’s no issues w this 😭 this is the longest fic ive ever written and i rlly rlly hope u all enjoy it <3 pls give ur thoughts / feedback in an ask or comment ! they mean a lot to me <33 enjoyyy <3

ONE.

The clock is always ticking. 

You remind yourself of this daily. Most people your age don’t exactly think about death coming to knock on their door — but you think you’re quite prepared. You have been for quite a while. 

You peer outside your window for a split second, taking a break from writing. You see people on the street with bright smiles plastered across their lips. You wish you could be as carefree as they are, and not constantly worried about whether your life will slip away in just the next second.

You were diagnosed with a rare incurable disease when you were 17. You’ve got 10 years, they say. But even though they had said 10 years, you could still pass suddenly – so in some way, you might have less than 10. Slowly but surely, you’ve come to accept that this is your fate. 

“It’s spring, (Name).” You suddenly hear the voice of Chaewon, your older sister. “Do you want to go see the cherry blossoms?” 

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