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kunstnurii · 3 years

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sungchan x gn!reader

pairing : sungchan x gn!reader

warnings : mention of past abuse

genre : fluff

word count : 1.5k

song recommendation : - The Lights Behind You - Surl

summary : moving to Seoul, you never thought you’d fall for your -extremely loud- neighbour.

disclaimer : i am not using capitalised letters on purpose. it’s my ~aesthetic~

growing up, you never really had what you could call a best friend. you were in a very friends group, sure, but you were never the person people looked forward to seeing in the morning, always being the last choice when your friends looked for someone to hang out with. it did bother you at first, you wanted to have sleepovers, dumb hangouts with friends, inside jokes, and just having someone to share your day with. but, as time passed, you noticed it wasn’t as bad, you started feeling less lonely even if you were alone by the end of the day, it was also an advantage as you didn’t have anything holding you from moving countries on your own, being the independent person you had become.

so here you were, on your way from the airport to your new flat, as your company had rented it before you would be moving to Seoul. you had recently been appointed as chief of the marketing department of your company’s branch in Seoul, and thus, had achieved your high school dream. you looked out of the window of the taxi you were currently sitting in, thinking back on the hardships you had gone through to come to this point in life; the abuse you went through whenever you came home, the loneliness you felt in school, and in general, you proudly smiled, considering you were now in your dream city, about to work as one of the higher-ups you never even dreamt of becoming. you were positive you had become successful.

as the taxi driver helped you move the suitcases to the front of the very tall looking building, a tall figure was approaching the entrance door holding two huge bags of snacks (was he really going to eat that all by himself,,,,?) and noticed your struggle as he sped up to quickly drop the snacks he had been ordered to buy by his roommates. he came back down to help you move the suitcases as the driver had now headed to his next customer. you smiled in appreciation and noticed him smile back even through the dark mask he was wearing. you were now both awkwardly standing in the elevator with two very heavy suitcases waiting for the doors to close.

“which floor are you going to?” he asked in the sweetest voice he had managed to let out.

“18, please.” you smiled.

“oh! i live on that floor too! that means we’re neighbours!” he had squeaked out in excitement. cute, you thought.

as you both exchanged names, you noticed how cute this man, well, sungchan, as you had learned his name, was. you were also hoping you’d get to be close in the future because of how nice he was. he helped you move the suitcases up to the front of your door and headed to the flat number 69, while yours was the number 70. you exchanged good nights, as the sun had already set a few minutes before your plane landed, and each headed to your own house.

it was all fun and games at first, you finished installing your furniture (which really, only consisted of a mattress, a side table and a clothes hanger) and your personal stuff in the span of the first week, and adapted pretty well to the rhythm of the city. there was, however, one big issue; your neighbours. they were very nice, very respectful and very cute, but you truly wondered what they did during the day for them to be so loud during the night. sungchan and you had become a bit closer, having short conversations when going down the elevator together, you had found out they were artists, and that all of the group lived in this building. you wondered how many they were for them to be living in different apartments, and also because of the amount of noise that comes from their apartment at the most random hour of the night.

the noise didn’t bother you for the first month, as you were also up pretty late because of the jet lag, trying to adapt to a new timeline was harsh. however, as you got back to your original sleeping schedule of going to bed at 10 p.m, you noticed just how loud they were. there would be yellings at 3 a.m about how someone was being a sore loser or even just screaming and laughing. what bothered you the most was that you recognised one of the loud voices: sungchan. he probably was one of the loudest of the group.

as another month passed, you had decided to gather your courage and confront them about the lack of sleep they induced on you. it was currently 2 in the morning, you were dressed in sweats and a hoodie as you do most of the time you were home, and the lack of sleep had given you a newfound courage for confrontation. you were now heading towards their door, about to knock, before realising you didn’t have the confidence to speak about it and thus, stepping back with a sigh, deciding to go back to your own apartment before the door suddenly opened.

“uh? what were you doing in front of our door?” came the voice that you would recognise anywhere now, considering how loud it was every. single. night.

“oh,,, sungchan,,,hi.” was all you could say in pure awkwardness.

“it’s 2 a.m, why are you awake?” he sounded so soft when asking this, that you wondered if he gets possessed every time he enters his house.

“actually, i can’t sleep because of you guys.” that was it. you had finally said it!

“huh?! why?” he looked like a very cute confused puppy with the attention span of 3 seconds and it made your heart ache with how much you wanted to hug him at the moment. (wait what? hug him?)

“you guys make a little too much noise at night…” yeah, just a little too much.

“oh, i’m sorry, i’ll tell the members to tone it down.” he was now feeling guilty as he assumed you were probably about to tell them that before he opened the door to go to the convenience store.

“but where are you going at this hour?” you were now wondering why he had opened the door at 2 a.m.

“oh i felt hungry so i was going to eat some noodles in the store down the street, and no one wanted to come with me so i decided to go alone.” he smiled a little, his mouth watering at his awaiting late night snack.

“now that you mentioned food, i’m hungry too.” you hadn’t eaten dinner as there was nothing to cook with and you were too lazy to order, and thus stuck to eating the last yogurt inside your fridge.

“wanna go together?” he had sparkles in his eyes from thinking about spending time with you outside of the elevator. (why was his heart beating so fast?)

“you know what, sure, let me grab my wallet.” you were about to head to your apartment when he held your hand and headed towards the elevator.

“my treat.” he smiled down at you.

so here you were, at 2.30 in the morning, tasting sungchan’s special noodle recipe (which really was just cheese on top of it) in a convenience store dressed in your most basic attire (so was he, and boy did he look soft and cozy in that hoodie). you were feeling content at the moment, having someone to eat with for the first time in years aside from acquaintance at work, and genuinely enjoying someone’s company. you felt your cheeks go warm when he talked about random stuff with sparkly eyes and a pure smile on his face. was it the noodles? or was it that you were slowly developing feelings for the man sitting in front of you?

sungchan was feeling a little bit self conscious at the way the person in front of him was staring quietly at him while he was blabbering about how his teammate Jeno dropped Soy Sauce on the carpet when trying to cook, he was slowly starting to get a crush on his neighbour and he didn’t want them to find him stupid or weird.

“why,,, why are you staring at me that way?” he asked with a low whisper while trying to hide his big frame behind his chopsticks.

“it’s just, it feels nice to have someone to eat with and talk about random stuff.” you smiled a little and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“i’m happy i get to be that someone.” it was now your turn to try to hide behind your chopsticks because you felt your cheeks darken and didn’t want the boy to notice.

“also because i think i’m starting to have a crush on you and would like to have your consent before i try to flirt with you.” you choked on the noodle soup as he said that. you never expected him to have a crush on you, and even less expected yourself to like that he had one.

“uh,,, yeah i guess you,, can flirt with me,,, i don’t mind.”

you knew you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight either, but this time it wouldn’t be because of the noise.

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kunstnurii · 3 years

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hwang in yeop x gn!reader

pairing : hwang in yeop and gender neutral!reader

warnings : none

genre : fluff, comedy

word count : 1k

song recommendation : sangsu station - The Black Skirts

summary : you’re just a college student trying to pay the rent, you didn’t expect to spill coffee on a (very handsome) stranger while working.

disclaimer : i am not using capitalised letters on purpose. it’s my ~aesthetic~

it’s currently 7:46 a.m and you already want to disappear, maybe dig a hole right then and there and bury yourself in it. the handsome stranger with expensive looking clothes (now drenched in his coffee order) in front of you is the exact cause of this very familiar feeling (it’s,,,, really not the first time you’re experiencing public embarrassment).

you wouldn’t really call yourself a clumsy person, you just have a talent at not being very good at coordinating your limbs, whether it’d be hitting your thigh at the corner of the desk in class when you’re trying to rush out of class, hitting your head on that damned cupboard every time you cook or breaking any object you were holding. it’s really not clumsiness, just a lack of coordination.

anyways, this fine monday morning started out perfectly, you weren’t late to work, you actually don’t have any assignment missing or undone as you managed to focus on doing them over the weekend, and midterms don’t start until another two months so you don’t have the stress dawning on you (yet). you also didn’t forget your work attire or hairband, everything was going perfectly smooth. you managed to fix a few customers’ orders without making a mess either. that is, until you tripped on your undone shoelace when trying to give this (handsome) customer’s iced americano.

so here you are, trying to wipe off the stain of coffee off of this very handsome person’s very expensive looking beige sweatshirt (is that,, the prada logo?) while the man keeps on repeating that it’s fine, and just a redo of his order would be fine! because really, he’s also very socially awkward and not used to female contact outside of his job. besides, it was cold coffee, it’s not like he got burned or anything.

“i’m really sorry…!” you repeat for the umpteenth time in the span of 10 minutes. mainly from the fact that you were sure the hoodie cost more than you’ll ever be able to afford, even if you worked full-time.

“don’t worry about it, my mom has a good method for coffee stains! besides i have time this morning as i don’t have any schedule, i was about to go home anyways.” he smiles (was this heaven?) at you before removing the wet tissue from his chest and throwing it to the trash.

as you go back to completing his order feeling a very little less guilty, he makes use of that time to study you. ‘it’s weird.’ he thinks, you have seen him from up close and didn’t recognize him, he assumed you would’ve gasped and whimper ‘hwang in yeop…’ in surprise when you saw his face but you didn’t (you truly were just focused on making that stain go away). ‘maybe she’s not into dramas’ he assumes, considering the project he recently worked on gave him the most recognition. he watches you make his coffee order again and notices how cute the apron makes you look. he also now comes to realise that you are, in fact, a foreigner. he didn’t get to look at your face when you were wiping the stain, and your korean really didn’t make him question your nationality, and he assumed you were probably from a different region, as the only problem you had speaking was the accentuation of words.

after you give him his coffee, he decides that this is a one in a lifetime opportunity, he doesn’t have any schedule, you’re the first foreigner he’s seen in a job usually taken by natives, and most importantly, your voice made him blush a little at how soothing it sounded to him.

“i take back my words. this isn’t okay; i want you to repay me for staining my hoodie.” smooth. very smooth. he curses innerly as he realises you’re probably going to panic.

‘i... also assumed so. how much would it cost to buy you a new one?” you sigh defeated as you also thought he was letting you off too easily, specially for a hoodie that looks more expensive than you if you were to sell organs.

“i don’t want money actually.” now, in yeop isn’t the type to say stupid stuff that easily. but there’s just something about him this early in the morning, that makes him say stuff either very insensitive, or very inappropriate. specially as you now probably assume he wants your body.

“i..” you were speechless. was it that your brain was telling you he wants your body? or your low self-esteem refusing to admit your body is valuable? you truly weren’t following what he meant.

“that sounded very inappropriate. i apologize. i just meant to ask for your number in exchange..?” he scrunches his nose in awkwardness.

uh. oh. that. he meant that?

“why…?” you were now just utterly confused as to why this handsome stranger wanted your number.

“i just thought you’d be fascinating to talk to, it’s my first time talking to a foreigner in korean, and them being as fluent if not better than me at it. also because you look cute in that apron…” you almost didn’t hear the last part, if it weren’t for the silence of a monday morning, where you barely get customers after 8 a.m until 11 a.m.

“oh.” was all that left your mouth as you truly didn’t expect someone to find you cute. maybe friendly? but cute? never heard it before.

he sighs, apologising for the absurd request and turns to leave saying that it really is fine for the hoodie.

“give me your phone!” you yell a little too loud, mainly because you found it weirdly comforting that someone could find you fascinating. he smiles shyly as he gets it out to give it to you, and it’s only after you ask for his name to input as a contact that you freeze. it was him. the actor your friend kept telling you about. you couldn’t believe it.

“i have to go back home to change but i’ll wait for your message!” he says as he rushes out of the shop while new customers enter.

you had just given your number to the handsome actor whom had given everyone second lead syndrome in his most recent work. and it was because he found you fascinating and cute.

what a morning.

#kpop imagines #kpop #imagines #scenarios #scenario #kpop scenarios #kactorsscenarios #kactor #kactorsimagines #kactors #hwang in yeop #hwanginyeopimagine #hwanginyeopscenario #i love this man #help #he's such a cute puppy

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