Just a few stories I have in mind for K-pop idols with male reader inserts
mostly based on thoughts that come to mind when I hear the song
(since December 3rd, 2022)
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"I think we lost them..." pants Y/N Sato, as he takes his cap off to wipe a bit of sweat off his brow. He looks around the area, with Sakura Miyawaki, his wife, leaning onto a vending machine, drinking a bottle of warm tea that she had just bought.
"Here, Y/N kun," Sakura holds up the bottle of tea for Y/N to drink. "Thanks Kura," Y/N says as he takes a sip of tea, "I'm really sorry about how our honeymoon is turning out, Sakura. I didn't expect to encounter so many fans of mine." Y/N finishes apologetically to Sakura, who is now looking around the area herself, to make sure that they are indeed mostly alone.
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Y/N and Sakura are finally on their honeymoon in Tokyo, after being delayed by Y/N's schedule going to North American game expos as Nintendo's representative, and Sakura with le sserafim's summer comeback and fan meetings. The two intended to spend some quality time of their own doing normal couple activities...HOWEVER, they ended up being recognized when (somehow ironically) Y/N and Sakura were waiting for the bus at a bus stop where an ad with Y/N's face advertising Nintendo was on full display. Then came an army of teenagers who wanted a picture and signature from the famed composer that continued until they were on the bus towards their lunch reservations. It became so bad that Sakura had to drag Y/N off at a random bus stop where the two of them made a run for it. This is why the two ended up somewhere close by Shinjuku, out of breath and looking like they ran a marathon.
"In a way, it's cool to know that my husband is more famous than me in Japan," says Sakura, moving to link her arm with Y/N's left, as they make their way down the streets towards the restaurant. "To the extent that people recognize you more than your idol wife." she finishes, fake pouting at Y/N.
"You know dear, I'm sure they recognize you," Y/N says, leaning to kiss Sakura's temple as they turn onto a main street, "It's just that at that moment I was standing next to, what essentially was a lifesized cut-out of myself." He laughs, looking back at what had transpired less than half an hour ago.
The two then proceed to make their way down the street, hands intertwined in comfortable silence, until they turn down a side street, arriving at their destination: a little discreet restaurant. The restaurant isn't a very well-known one, but it fits the bill for Y/N and Sakura perfectly: good bentos, good atmosphere, and the chances of them being seen being highly unlikely.
As they taketheir seats, Sakura takes to the menu to order food for the two of them, whilst Y/N looks out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Y/N POV
"Y/N kun?" I jerk back to my senses as I hear my name and feel a nudge. "Yes, anata?" Turning to face the stunning face of my wife, I notice that she was trying to decide what to have for lunch. "I think I'll be going for an eel bento, what about you?" she asks, passing me the menu. After putting on my glasses and scanning the menu, I decide on having a tonkatsu bento, before calling out our order.
