— Starcrossed Losers (a Teaser) ⟢

what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, 3.3k

THEMES: seijoh 4, iwaizumi is an amazing singer (REAL), oikawa being oikawa

SUMMARY: Oikawa dares Iwaizumi to serenade his crush through karaoke. What’s he supposed to do? Get clowned and be called a coward for saying no?

A/N: when i first wrote this i had a justin bieber song in mind for no other reason than i think it would be funny to think about. it’s a silly lil fic but here she is (again)!!!!

Iwaizumi considers himself a reasonable person. Even though everyone on the Seijoh team teases him about his anger issues, most of the time he’s actually pretty calm.

Most of the time. Nobody activates his murder instinct more than Oikawa Tooru.

Sometimes, Oikawa will look at him with those beady little eyes and his stupid smirk and Iwaizumi has to fight the urge to punch him in the face.

Iwaizumi knows he should be the bigger person, he should go to his happy place or whatever and not let a demon ruin his peace of mind. Unfortunately for him, Oikawa happens to be his childhood best friend. (Trust him, if he could, he would turn back time.)

He has to see Oikawa everyday during practice, has to spend lunch with him, has to listen to him opening his big mouth about whatever it is he’s interested in that day. Okay maybe he’s being unfair— Oikawa isn’t all that bad. Just mostly.

It’s just that his best friend seems to have a knack for baiting him into doing things he most certainly does not want to do.

Nobody gets to tell Iwaizumi what to do, especially things that he doesn’t want to do. (Except maybe his mom of course, he’s not a monster). Yet every time Oikawa challenges him, opens his big mouth and almost taunts him about it, he always ends up doing it anyway and it makes Iwaizumi want to jump in the middle of oncoming traffic.

He never seems to learn however, and this time he’s afraid he can’t fix it just by outsmarting him or throwing a volleyball at his head. No, this time, Oikawa’s got him cornered.

For context, this is where Iwaizumi is coming from:

Iwaizumi was minding his business during lunch, tuning out Oikawa as he yapped on about something he couldn’t pretend to care about today, when Makki claps him on the shoulder and asks, “What about you Iwa? You in?”

He looks up from his food to find the entire table staring at him. “What?”

“Karaoke after practice tomorrow? Mattsun found a new one round the corner.”

“So I can listen to Shittykawa’s screeching? No thanks.”

“Hmph!” The setter indignantly huffs, tossing a used tissue at him which he swiftly dodges.

“I’m gonna invite some people from my class.” Makki says.

“And I should care because?”

“You should care because she’s in my class.”

Iwaizumi flushes bright red at the mere mention of you. A fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by Oikawa.

“You still haven’t asked her out on a date?” Oikawa asks, brow raised.

“No, and it’s none of your business Shittykawa.”

“Don’t you want her to be your girlfriend?”

His girlfriend. Even the thought of it is sending a tingling feeling in his spine.

“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Mattsun retorts, snorting at the look on his face.

“I just… I don’t know how to do it.” Iwaizumi mumbles. “I’m not good with feelings and shit.”

“Well, for starters maybe try asking her out.” Oikawa suggests.

“I don’t even know if she likes me.” Iwaizumi sighs, hating that he has to explain this.

“I think she does.” Mattsun pipes in. “She has heart eyes everytime you talk to her, and I’ve never seen a girl be more affectionate than Oikawa’s fangirls.”

“She’s affectionate with everyone, she’s just nice like that.” Iwaizumi reasons. He’s seen you with other people and you’re just as friendly with everyone else— he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. “Plus, if she liked me, wouldn’t she have said something by now? I’ve dropped enough hints.”

Makki slaps the back of his head. “Idiot, you’re supposed to be making the move.”

“Isn’t it worth asking her? Maybe she’s been waiting for you to ask her all this time and you’re here waiting for her to make the move.” Mattsun says.

“Iwa-chan, if I may-”

“You may not.”

Oikawa pouts. “If you ask her, you could be dating by now.”

Iwaizumi huffs. Easy for him to say, girls confess to him everyday that he’s probably desensitized to it all. Isn’t it much easier to be confident about your feelings when you know the person reciprocates them?

“How about you serenade her at karaoke?” Makki suggests, half a sandwich shoved in his mouth.

Oikawa lights up his suggestion and shoots him a Cheshire cat smile. Iwaizumi’s heart drops to his ass.

“You want romance? Sing her a love song as a confession.” Oikawa grins.

“Oh my god, as if I would take any advice from you.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“Oh my god,” this time Oikawa rolls his eyes, “all I’m hearing are excuses. Are you really that much of a coward? The Iwa-chan I know could easily sing his favourite love song to the girl he’s been crushing on forever and do it coolly.”

Iwaizumi feels a vein throbbing in his head. “You want me to serenade her in front of you guys?”

Oikawa shrugs. “Or maybe I’m wrong and you’re just lame.”

Oikawa’s words feel like a knife against his throat.

Easily sing his favourite love song. The words echo in his head. The girl he’s been crushing on forever. His fist tighten by his side. Do it coolly.

The words light a fire in his gut. Iwaizumi clears his throat, and in his most casual voice says, “I could do it.”

The three of them turn to look at him. Oikawa’s brows raise in surprise. Mattsun stops mid-air from shoving more food in his house. Makki chokes on his drink.

“Are you serious?”

“Would I say it if I wasn’t?” Iwaizumi knows he’s going to regret this. He’s already regretting it, staring at the disbelief in their eyes.

“No way,” Oikawa says, “I can’t believe you’re actually going to do it.”

Iwaizumi does not want to do it.

“I mean,” Iwaizumi takes a gulp of water, “I will totally do it if she comes. She might not even come.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that part. We’ll make sure she comes.” Oikawa grins.

Dumb and dumber share a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, don’t worry about that part Iwa. I’ll call in a favour.”

Fuck, Iwaizumi thinks. There’s no way you won’t attend now, Makki forever brags about how he helped you out in a test that one time so now you owe him.

He sighs. If he’s going to do this, he might as well do it well.

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Iwaizumi spends the rest of the day rehearsing the stupid song. Even now, he’s at practice and he’s humming along to the rhythm in his head. His lines, the shit-eating grins that will be plastered on his friends faces, his movements.

Your reaction.

Iwaizumi watches you as you hand over your notes to Makki. Almost like you felt him watching you, you turn around and wave at him as you walk over.

“Hey!” you greet, smiling at him.

Iwaizumi thinks he could throw up right now, just at the sight of you before him. You look as pretty as ever, and here he is, a sweaty mess after spiking god knows how many balls.

“What’s up?” he greets, trying to hide just how out of breath he is.

“Tired?” you question. “You look like you’ve been practicing a lot.”

“Well, they don’t call me the ace for no reason.”

“Damn, didn’t know anyone could compete with Oikawa’s massive ego.”

“Oi, watch it.” he pretends to be offended.

“Sorry, sorry. Just never thought you of all people ever got tired.” you observe.

“I’m allowed to be tired. Babysitting Shittykawa while balancing school and volleyball is a full time job.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but exam season is coming up. You might not want to spread yourself too thin.”

“Well, if there’s a vacancy for a babysitting gig- you interested?” Iwaizumi asks, grinning at you as you roll your eyes.

“No thanks, my plate is full enough as it is.” you wrinkle your nose at the suggestion. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Funnily enough, making fun of Oikawa is how the two of you met. Makki had tried to set your friend Sakura with Oikawa in first year, much to your displeasure, and the whole time you had been trying to talk her out of it, much to Iwaizumi’s pleasure.

You tried listing all the reasons why it was a bad idea, and he had no trouble joining you and adding in a few reasons of his own. Together you were the dynamic duo, on a mission to stop girls from inflating Oikawa’s ego anymore than it already was.

After that day, you had exchanged numbers and a few days later found out you were both in the student council. (Not that Iwaizumi was complaining, he was looking for an excuse to talk to you more).

Speaking of the devil, Oikawa bounds out of nowhere.

“My favourite person in the world! Are you going tomorrow?”

“If you’re there, then no.” you respond, rolling your eyes at the setter.

Oikawa huffs. “You’re just like Iwa-chan.”

Makki joins in the conversation, “Karaoke tomorrow night. You’re going because Sakura already agreed.”

“Whatever happened to freedom of choice?” you question, eyebrow raised.

“Do you think this is a democracy? I run this shit.” Makki says, puffing out his chest in a bid to look more suave.

You look at Iwaizumi. “These are your friends? Really?”

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.” Iwaizumi replies, sighing.

“C’mon, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” Oikawa says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “There’s a performance you wouldn't want to miss.”

“Is it you?” you ask him suspiciously.

“I’m flattered you wouldn’t want to miss my singing, but unfortunately not.”

“That’s not what I meant!” you scowl, making Oikawa laugh as he walks away.

“Well I gotta get going. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I guess.” you say, giving Iwaizumi a quick hug that makes him freeze for a few seconds, before high-fiving Makki and giving Oikawa a pointed look before you disappear through the gym doors.

It’s that small act of affection, that small moment that makes his heart skip a beat, that makes him wonder whether there is something there.

He’s half tempted to run after you and get this whole i like you do you like me situation over and done with so he can save himself the humiliation tomorrow, but his feet remain firmly planted on the ground.

Practice resumes and Iwaizumi once again gets lost in the rhythm playing through his mind.

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Turns out, serenading his crush in front of his friends is a bigger deal than he thought.

Iwaizumi didn’t have a lot of nerves practicing last night, he’s the school’s volleyball ace for god sake, he’s used to having eyes on him— But knowing that he has to confess his feelings, something he’d rather not do, well… It's something completely different.

He feels vulnerable. He isn’t the hearts and flowers type of guy, even though he secretly wants to be. He would never admit it, but he secretly envies the easy conversation that Oikawa is able to strike up with just about anyone- he wishes he had those people skills but he just comes out as emotionally and socially constipated.

“You don’t have to go through with this.” Mattsun says, eyeing him as they reach the karaoke bar and walk up the stairs to the room where everyone is waiting for them.

“It’s a little too late now.” Iwaizumi says, forcing a smile. “I can do it.”

“You’ll be okay.” Mattsun replies, clapping him on the back for reassurance. “Plus, if she says no, I have a cousin you might be interested in.”

Iwaizumi huffs, lightly shoving his arm off him as Mattsun laughs.

“I’m just saying, you have options!”

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“You know,” Oikawa says, “I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

Mattsun snorts. “As if. You practically baited him into it.”

Oikawa pouts, shooting him a look. “I was just giving him good relationship advice!”

“Or, you could just say you care about Iwaizumi and want to see him happy. As much as you guys bicker, we all know how much you care about each other.”

Oikawa would deny it, but it’s no use. Not when he’s right. “Fine, I’ll admit it. It would be nice to see Iwa-chan be happy; plus it’s getting unbearable seeing the yearning in his eyes.”

Before Mattsun can respond, they hear the opening melody of a song they’ve become too familiar with for the past day and a half. Iwaizumi looks like he’s about to pass out, but to his credit remains standing.

Oikawa glances over at you, and he smiles softly at how smitten you look while looking at his best friend.

Iwaizumi clears his throat, the sound booming throughout the whole room.

“Iwa! I didn’t know you were the type to sing at karaoke.” You exclaim, giggling as you watch him fumble with the mic.

“I never really thought I’d be doing this. But someone,” Iwaizumi pointedly looks at Oikawa, “thought I would be too much of a coward to do this. And I just think it’s important to stand up to the bullies in your life.”

Oikawa’s jaw drops at his words. Mattsun and Makki are laughing so hard beside him, they starting to sound like pigs.

Oikawa is about to yell about how he did it for you, or about how his best friend is such a liar, but Iwaizumi beats him to it.

“I’m kidding.” Iwaizumi continues. “As satisfying as it is to prove people wrong, the reason I’m doing this is because there’s someone I like and I’m tired of running away from my feelings. So I’m going to sing this song to let her know.”

Your eyes go wide. Your heart is pounding so loud it might jump out of your chest.

“Who is it?” Sakura asks, giddy in her seat. She already knows the answer; there’s only two girls in the room, and she’s not on the receiving end of Iwaizumi’s googly, heart-shaped eyes. Which leaves…

Iwaizumi calls your name, bright red, “This is for you.”

“Oh my god.” Oikawa hears you mumble. But there’s nothing else you can do- you just have to listen.

Although his friends were just teasing him to try and get him to confess to you, they didn’t realise that Iwaizumi could actually sing. He was so good that they were left speechless.

Iwaizumi sings with almost enough charisma that Oikawa could fall in love with him. He sings each verse, each line, like it’s his personal truth, as if he had really written this song just for you.

It’s more romantic than any cheesy rom-com they’ve ever watched— Makki almost tears up, and Mattsun suddenly whips out his phone to record Iwaizumi singing (this is prime blackmail stuff after all).

The lyrics get a bit too specific at some parts, and in those moments Iwaizumi actually manages to look directly at you. You don’t know whether to pass out or scream.

Mattsun wonders if he should be recording you instead, how you seem to be glowing at the sight of him singing for you. But he reckons that this menory will be stored away in Iwaizumi’s head for a long time anyway.

“He’s going all out.” Oikawa whispers to Makki.

“He’s doing it to spite you.” Makki replies.

“Trust him to still get back at me while simultaneously getting the love of his life.”

Before they know it, the song ends and the cheers and hollers from the four of them fill up the room. Iwaizumi smiles and lets out a sigh of relief, the weight of the world finally falling off his shoulders.

Oikawa wants to ask what you think, but you’re already grabbing iwaizumi’s hand and dragging him out of the room.

They’re gone.

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Iwaizumi’s sure he blacked out.

He’s sure he did well considering everyone’s cheers bursting through the room as soon as he finished, but if anyone were to ask him what happened just mere minutes ago? He wouldn’t have a clue where to begin.

He felt like a man possessed with cupid or whatever. Everything’s a blur after he made eye contact with you.

You.

You’re standing right in front of him now, in front of the karaoke bar. Your eyes are blown wide, unmistakeable. The street outside is empty.

You bite your lip, and Iwaizumi thinks this is it. The moment of truth.

“Did you like the song?” Iwaizumi asks, trying to sound casual.

“You were… amazing.” you breathe. “I didn’t know you could sing that well.”

Iwaizumi almost reaches heaven at the praise falling from your lips. He could die a happy man right now, but still, it’s not what he’s looking for. “Thanks, it was for you.”

You make a strangled noise, a mix between a scream and a loud gasp. “Iwa--”

“Listen,” Iwaizumi looks at you bravely, holding your hands in his as he stares at you earnestly, “I really like you. Always have. Would you like to go out with me?”

You stand there for what seems like hours, face growing redder by the second. “I, uh, well,I—”

Iwaizumi can’t tell if you’re trying to find a gentle way to let him down or if you’re just at a loss.

“Is that a yes or no?” Iwaizumi asks. “It’s ok if you say no, I don’t mind. Well, I would mind but it’s fine if you do—“

“No!” you blurt out, before slapping your hands across your mouth.

“Oh.” Iwaizumi says, brows raised in surprise before he almost starts to look crestfallen.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You wave your hands in front of his face, trying to get your point across. You desperately have to fix this mess you’ve created.

“No, no, I didn’t mean no! I meant that, um-“ you stutter out.

“Be honest with me.” Iwaizumi says, trying to calm you down in your flustered state. “It’s just me.”

You seem to swallow the lump in your throat because you look up at him then, eyes shining with an unspoken feeling and Iwaizumi’s breath catches in his throat.

“I like you too, Iwa. I like you a lot.” you finally say, and his heart soars in his chest. “I was just processing what happened back there.”

Iwaizumi grins, “What, no one’s ever serenaded you before like that?”

“Of course not!” you laugh. “But then again, no one’s like you.”

“And what am I?”

“Cool. Seijoh’s volleyball ace. A great singer. Unbelievably handsome.”

Iwaizumi starts giggling at your words, unsure if this is real life. His crush actually likes him back? He feels like a child finally getting their favourite toy.

He knows he’s far from composed right now, but he could care less. Tonight, his crush is out here saying she likes him back and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t look like a lovesick fool right now. He can look cool some other time.

“Can I kiss you right now?” he asks.

You shyly nod, and Iwaizumi gently cups your cheek in his hands, leaning in.

Before he can kiss you though, he hears the last person on earth he wants to see calling his name.

“Iwa-chan!” comes Oikawa’s familiar voice.

Iwaizumi could fucking kill him right now.

“Oof, bad timing dude.” Makki says, and the setter actually looks sheepish for once.

“Sorry! We’ll wait for you guys inside.” Mattsun ushers them back in, sending Iwaizumi a wink.

Iwaizumi doesn’t even get to yell out insults, or wave goodbye to them because suddenly, your mouth is on his and his brain can’t process much more than that at the moment.

You’re kissing him. He wonders why he didn’t do this sooner.

Oikawa Tooru lives to see another day.

No one deactivates Iwaizumi’s murder instinct more than you.

wonwoo's reaction to baekho dancing elevator when the elevator door opened

JUN for OK! Magazine

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

JEONGHAN 2021 Asia Artist Awards Behind

choi seungcheol what the fuck

☆ interrupted tenderness ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> a member walks in when you're having a moment, how do they react? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> none ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

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chan ✉

it wasn't often that you two got caught up in your own little world. you were mostly busy with work and that prevented you sometimes from actually being intimate with him, not really in a sexual way but leaning towards romance. chan really was an incredible boyfriend and supporting him through his journey was one of the best experiences you've ever had the pleasure to be a part of. so when you were in his dressing room as he got ready for his concert, you couldn't help but sigh as you looked at him.

"what's up?" he asked as he got closer to you and grabbed your hands. the sweet gesture of feeling your fingers intertwined. you didn't really know what to say, you were just daydreaming at this point because who wouldn't with a boyfriend like that?

"i just can't help but love you so much." you said as you looked at him eye to eye. you could see the happiness in his smile and then it disappeared as he leaned in for a kiss. you leaned in as well as you closed the gap to meet him and took his lips in yours.

"hyung? are you- i'm sorry, never mind!" jisung said as he opened and closed the door in a second. but then he opened it again to yell. "it's like seeing your parents kiss, never do that again."

the whole time chan couldn't help but look down embarrassed, he couldn't believe his kids' behavior sometimes. he leaned on your shoulder as he hid himself and you couldn't help but laugh the entire time, not feeling any shame at all. your boyfriend might be a shy little embarrassed ball but you loved him just like that. 

minho ✉

now he didn't really give a single fuck. he would steal kisses from you in front of the whole world without a care in the world. but sometimes he wished you two would have more private moments where he could actually show you the affection he craved so much to get in return. so when he finally got to be alone in the dorms, he invited you over and you two were laying on the couch just enjoying each other's company. you worked just like that at times where no words were said but it felt better than anything.

"i missed you (y/n)." he said as he got closer to you and laid his head on your lap. you stopped looking at your phone, leaving it to the side to bury your hands on his hair as you messed it up. "if you were anyone else, i would kill you right now."

"luckily it's me!" you said with a little giggle as you moved your hands from his hair to his face. grabbing his cheeks on your hands as you squished them. 

"if i did that to hyung, he would slaughter me." seungmin said from the kitchen and he got a death glare from minho. he really thought that the dorms were empty yet here he had one of his members looking at you two just now.

"not a word from you." minho said and seungmin did a gesture like he sealed his lips shut. you couldn't help but laugh at the interaction as you went back to bothering your boyfriend in the nicest way possible, of course. it's not like he could stop you anyways.

changbin ✉

now he wasn't really someone who got embarrassed easily. well at least that's what he liked to think, that he was just shameless especially with you. of course there were certain limits to the things you did in public but he couldn't resist you from time to time and he liked to show you off. you were his precious significant other for a reason and he wouldn't change you for anything. as he tried to come up with lyrics for one of his tracks, you were sitting in his lap and laying your head on his shoulder.

"are you comfortable?" changbin asked and you nodded, you were about to fall asleep at any moment so how could you not be comfortable? still changbin worried. it's like he needed to know all the time how you felt and that was very sweet of him.

"binnie you know we need to go home soon." you said as you kissed his cheek and that made him smile. he still got shy when you showed affection but that made you fall for him a little bit more each time.

"hey bin, are you done with the track? oh! sorry (y/n), didn't see you there." chan said as he got closer and saw you sitting on his member's lap. "i'll just go and we'll talk about it tomorrow changbin."

chan took a few steps back and then left with a little smile on his face. changbin knew that smile, it was more than happiness, he was proud. he truly did find the partner he wanted for the rest of his life and his bandmates knew that, you were a part of the family now and there was no turning back. 

hyunjin ✉

he was a sucker for showing his affection and love towards you everywhere. most of the time though he resisted and fought himself to not do it because he was scared that you would get sick of it. obviously you didn't and every chance you got to get closer to him, you would. he would appreciate your little love gestures for him but the displays of love in public would be the ones he remembered the most. like right now, he held you as he hugged you from behind and you felt so safe in his arms.

"thank you for coming by today." he whispered in my ear as you were standing in the set of one of his music videos. you just smiled as you looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes and his words always made your heart melt.

"you don't have to thank me, i always love visiting you." you said as he leaned in for a kiss. you couldn't help but feel yourself lost in the moment as you two kissed, totally forgetting where you were standing.

"hyunjin, (y/n), the children are watching!" felix said as he covered seungmin's eyes with one hand and jeongin's eyes with the other. you couldn't help but break the kiss off as you laughed.

hyunjin was so embarrassed but he didn't care as he met you for another kiss, shameless in his actions. earning a gasp from almost everyone on set but not caring about the eyes that were watching. he loved you so much and he didn't want to be ashamed of showing it anymore. 

SO FUCKING HEART FLUTTERING WHAT THE FUCK ?! ;!??

JEONGHAN 「ROCK WITH YOU」