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[wonustars]

In Front of Me (Teaser)

⊹ pairing: jeon wonwoo x f.reader ⊹ genre: bestfriend to lovers, angst, smut (18+ mdni) ⊹ wordcount: TBA (this teaser: 679) ⊹ release date: TBA

⊹ summary: jeon wonwoo has spent most of his adolesence and early adult hood unable to understand why he can't seem to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. as his best friend, you allowed him to vent about his worries without judgment. so what if you're in love with him? your friendship with wonwoo meant more to you than having your feelings reciprocated. that is until you hit your breaking point, while wonwoo finally realizes what has been in front of him this whole time. ⊹ tags: non-idol!au, uni!au, bestfriends to lovers (?), unrequted love, emotionaly stunted charcters, wonwoo has a bit of an ego, toxic!wonwoo&reader. (more tags and smut tag added to full fic when posted.) ⊹ note: im really excited to share this with you all. its not by any means done but heres a teaser for now since ive been away for so long ♡ also the teaser is not edited so pls just ignore if theres typos hehe. lov u all pls come into my ask box cuz i refuse to shut up abt this story :p.

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Rejection is foreign to Wonwoo.

Most times, it’s him that’s doing the rejecting. He was the one to always initiate the break up, to lose feelings first, every decision was made by him. He has no control over whether you’re going to text him back or not, and to put it simply, he can’t stand that feeling. 

Wonwoo hates not being in control. Whether that be his future, his relationships, and especially his feelings. At least that’s what he forces himself to believe. That it’s not fair of you to ignore him when he’s worried about you, because he’s your best friend. You should answer him when he texts you. When he calls you, and especially when he shows up to your door, seeking your comfort. In his mind, that is what he believes the foundation of your friendship is. To comfort each other, just like it always has been. 

Sure, maybe Wonwoo is entitled, perhaps he’s conceited and selfish, but he doesn’t care. Because in his mind, you’re his bestfriend. There was no way in hell that you were ignoring him. His ego doesn’t even consider it a possibility. You were busy, that’s it. That has to be it. 

{໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১  ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙}

Less than fourty-eight hours in, Wonwoo couldn’t stop himself from texting you once more. Nimble fingers practically itching to open your contact to update you about the most mundane things. Maybe if he pretended that this moment of silence is perfectly normal, then maybe, you would eventually end up answering him. 

12:36 p.m [wons <3]: class just finished. lunch at our usual place?

Nothing. Not even a thumb’s up reaction. Wonwoo had become antsy, guilt and slight annoyance gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Where the hell are you? What are you doing that’s so important that you couldn’t even open his message let alone read them? 

1:27 p.m.  [wons <3]: this random girl asked for my number after class lol. weird right? i didn’t give it to her though 😁

Cursing at himself, he regrets pressing the send button on that text. Double texting you is already out of the norm for him, but triple texting? He can’t believe how desperate he looks right now. He wishes he could bring himself to unsend it, but he just hopes it’ll be the text that finally gets you to respond. 

2:10 p.m. [wons <3]: saw a bunny running thru the oval today u should’ve seen it! reminded me of u.  [1 photo attachment] 

Absolute radio silence from your end. Wonwoo is starting to think that you had him blocked, but his messages are still delivering. Unsure of what’s worse, you ignoring him or blocking his number, Wonwoo still tries his best to remain calm.

4:00 p.m. [wons <3]: im about to head home soon. r u riding w me today? 

The sight of you getting into Seokmin’s car made Wonwoo scoff. Since when did you start getting rides home from Seokmin? And why was he the one opening the door for you? Buckling your seatbelt instead of his own? Wonwoo is completely dumbfounded at what he had witnessed. 

4:30 p.m.  [wons <3]: saw u get into seokmin’s car, lmk if u need a ride tmrw. 

Seeing you laugh and smile while walking to the student parking lot with Seokmin of all people solidified the fact that you are actively ignoring his texts. And he just can’t stand the thought of it. How dare he be ignored? Especially by his best friend, the one person who had always responded to him, no matter the time or how busy you were, you always texted him back. 

Wonwoo initially thought that even if the world ended, you would be there within arms reach, enough to hold you close, where he can keep you safe. You were predictable in that sense. But if the world decided to burst into flames, or swallow itself whole tomorrow, he’s unsure if you would be there right next to him by the time he woke up.

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[najaemism]

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)

PAIRING. chenle x fem!reader

CATEGORY. one shot social media au, fluff, crack/humor, fake dating, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS. language, chenle and y/n are very unserious, 30 panels!

SYNOPSIS. conversations with your best friend turned fake boyfriend, zhong chenle.

NOTES. ok rlly quick before u read i forgot to change ningning’s username 😭 that account was from a diff au i was writing before where she was supposed to be chenle’s sister but yeah (also sorry it’s really long but i didnt want to make mulitple parts 😭🙏🏼) anw … i have no idea where this idea came from but enjoy! :p

NOTE. hi this is my first time writing for chenle lmk what u think!!! 🥹🫶🏼

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[linonyang]

WITHOUT THINKING.

pairing: non-idol!vernon & gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: none

word count: 0.4k words

synopsis: forget about being unnoticed, there is someone who knows you to the bone anyway.

tag list: @awooghan @cosmic-railwayxo (join the taglist here!)

note: hello... i am back again. here is my svt fic debut ig bc i've been itching to write for svt too! consider this as a preview of the vernon long fic that i've been writing bc this blog would definitely be drier than before if i leave it like this as i finish it LMAO will definitely write more svt drabbles soon!

© linonyang - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

I know you—how easy would it be to hear that from someone with the most genuine and gentle voice?

Sometimes, even if you’ve known them for years, they still don’t know you to the bone. Even with your regular routine every day, they still wouldn’t remember and be able to predict your next move. It never stayed in their minds.

Things like that made you think about something—was it that easy for people not to be interested in you? Was there anything about you that could pull someone’s attention? Was there anything indifferent about you? 

“You’re gonna grab some coffee later, right?”

You haven’t told anyone about that. To be fair, you always buy coffee. You bet your habit is something insignificant—not worth anyone remembering. You’re more used to being the organization's coffee addict. You’re more used to that instead of hearing someone remember that you’re yet to buy coffee.

But who are you to expect? Someone like Vernon would keep that in mind. You often forget that he’ll always be there to know you so well. You don’t need to doubt that he might even know you more than you know about yourself.

You smile, all thoughts from earlier washing away. As always, you have someone you can trust who will ground you back. Someone as observant as him would be impossible to find because he’s the most attentive person you know. You don’t even need to find someone else like that.

“You know me so well.”

Vernon scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. He already noticed that you’ve been spacing out frequently in the past hour, so he immediately knew you hadn’t gotten your daily cup of iced mocha. 

He can’t help but giggle at how you acknowledge his desire to love you this way. It makes his cheeks red and his palms sweaty.

You didn’t need to know, but he always found you to be the most exciting and fascinating person he had ever met. And to this day, he often feels his cheeks getting warm whenever you reach for his hands and blabber anything. You also didn’t need to know that you’ve been giving him this effect for long.

It’s an effect that he never thought of treating anyway.

He’d rather know everything about every minuscule about you and keep you in his arms to not see any doubt. After all, he knows you’d tease him endlessly if he told you about his weakness because of you.

[heeracha]

[ 2:27 PM ] — jay leans in, pressing his lips against yours as you were fixing his collar and you, being smitten, can’t help but not pull away to continue fixing it, but chose to melt against the kiss and kiss him back. you smile against the kiss, giggles muffled against jay’s lips as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“what’s so funny about me kissing you?” his voice low when he asked, lightly pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours, lips just a breath away.

you shake your head, looking into his eyes through your lashes with a smile on your lips. “you just make me giddy, is all.” you mumble and jay smiles, presses his lips against yours once again. your hands sliding up from his collar to his jaw. “jongseong,” you say against his lips and he hums, kissing you harder because apparently, he’s not doing it hard when you can still talk. you hum, hand going on his chest to softly push him. “you’re gonna be late.”

jay frowns and you smile, hand coming up to his chin as you wipe off your lipstick. “what if i call them and tell them something came up so i can stay with you?” he asks and you chuckle.

“then heeseung would say ‘what, your neediness for y/n?’,” you tease and jay groans, remembering that day when he called in sick because he wanted to stay, but heeseung, of course, knew what was up. “it will just for a few hours, honey. then you’ll be back home, here with me.”

“home is you, y/n.” jay corrects and you smile.

“and you’re mine.” you say as you go back, fixing his collar. after a few minutes, the van honks three times to let you two know they’re out waiting for jay. “take care, love.”

“i’ll see you later.” jay says and you nod.

“i’ll be here.” you say and jay leans in, but you lean back with a smile. you shake your head, gesturing you’re lipstick will transfer on his lips again. normally, you don’t care, but you didn’t want to spoil jay’s look anymore. “go now.”

“but y/n,” jay softly whines and you shake your head. then van honks again, prolonging it this time. you laugh, gesturing to the door. “fine. bye.”

“bye.” you softly say and jay turns around, going to the door, but he turns back. “yeah?”

“my wallet,” he says, walking back. “i forgot my—“ jay cuts himself off as he cups your chin and presses his lips against yours.

jay pulls away with a goofy grin. “park jongseong!” you exclaim, laughing as jay runs out of the shared house, yelling that he loves you. he runs to the van, opening the door as he climbs in and closes it.

heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, jake looks at him with teasing eyes and sunghoon grabs a tissue, pressing it against jay’s lip.

“what the fuck?”

“y/n’s lipstick mark is on your lips, simp.”

“oh.”

— a/n: hi, im back after ghosting for idk ever since hee day lol,, anyway have this jjong drabble lol <3 i'll answer asks inn a bit,, ily for being so patient with me! rbs, comments/feedbacks, and likes are highly appreciated! <3

[woobly]

IKEA ADVENTURES . . . 박성훈 !

PAIRING. bf! sunghoon x gn reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. i hate kids /hj WC. 370 smth words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. first enha fic!! this isn’t actually the debut fic i want for enha but this is what i have atm </3 longer jungwon fic coming soon (hopefully bc school is coming up again boo) !!! wrote this after i went to the one and only ikea branch in my country and found it busier than disneyland ☠️

“THIS IS SO ANNOYING,”

“What is?”

“I bet you my entire savings account 80% of the people here are not here to buy furniture,” you offhandedly comment as you enter another showroom and carefully study the aesthetics of the room. Sunghoon only chuckles as he switches between watching you walk around the slightly cramped room and actually looking at the furniture.

“Why are there so many kids and elderlies sitting around? This isn’t an amusement park, and I’m sure the grandparents just want to rest at home,” you pause before reaching for the tag of an interesting-looking bookshelf and surprising yourself with the price. “And so many couples on dates too,”

“We’re a couple on a date too, aren’t we?”

Turning around, you reach for Sunghoon’s hand and pull him out and into the next showroom. “Yeah, but I am at least here to actually buy furniture,” Sunghoon giggles as he notices the tips of your ears growing a little red. “And you’re here because I need another head to help me and you’re the only one available,”

“I literally saw your roommate lying on the couch when I came over to pick you up. They seemed to be free,” he retorts in a teasing manner.

“Just shut up and tell me what you think about this coffee table,” you say pointing to the short-legged table in front of you.

“It’s… okay,”

“You’re no help,”

“But my presence is helpful, right?” he says, obviously staring at you with a cheeky smile while swinging your interlocked hands.

Turning towards him, you find his smile quite contagious and do the same as well. “Why are you being so clingy today?”

He only giggles, letting go of your grasp and moving to sit on the couch beside the rejected coffee table. “I think we should put something like this in our future house,”

Snickering, you move to sit beside him. “You wish,”

“Why? You don’t want to live with me?”

“No, I just don’t really like this couch,”

“So you want to live with me?” you turn to find him already looking at you, smiles growing slowly from the atmosphere. 

In your peripheral, a child starts skipping in your direction, bringing you back to reality. “Let’s keep going, Hoon.”

© woobly, 2023. all rights reserved.

[dairyminki]

– first time clubbing with boyfriend!san

fic type: headcanon

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

description: just san taking you to the club for a night out after seeing you so stressed with studying

genre: fluff (?), mildly suggestive, established relationship

warning/s: use of alcohol, pet names (if i missed anything else pls lmk!)

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is supery dupery self indulgent LMAO and as a giggly drunk myself, i'd like to have a choi san too pls!

* i would rlly appreciate it if you reblog and leave some feedbacks btw!

— !¡☆

UNI was stressing you out

all the studying had your head always drowning in books and you rarely leaving your room

your boyfriend, choi san, knew he had to do something

now, san had a lot of options in his head on how to help you take a break

bcos even if you kept insisting that you didn't need one

san KNEW that it was only a matter of time before you burst and break down

and so he surprises you while you're eating dinner with him one night,

"do you wanna do something fun tomorrow night?" "what? san, you know i can't afford to-"

"please?" he cuts you off, PLEADING

and who were you to say no to a pouting san?

you were ALWAYS a weak woman for him

"fine," you say, giving in. "what do you have in mind?"

"wanna go clubbing with me, baby?"

as soon as those words left his mouth, he sees it

sees the way your eyes sparkle with something akin to excitement and then you're blurting out,

"oh god, yes!"

the following night, san enters your bedroom after he was done getting ready

his hair was slicked back, he was dressed in a black button down shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned

a silver necklace dangling on his neck, a sliver of his chest exposed

he's wearing black slacks and a belt with silvery chains hanging on it

since this will be your first night out, he wanted to look good for you

and boy was it a pleasant surprise when he enters your room and see you all dolled up from head to toe

"well, aren't you a sight to see?" san marvels while he watches you apply lipstick

you were oozing with such allure in a dress you're wearing for the first time that san thinks he's severely beguiled with you

and so it goes without saying that his eyes never left you even until you left the house

the only time san's gaze breaks away from you was when he was driving

arriving at the club, san immediately turns to you and asks,

"hey, i know, we're already here and all but i just wanna say that if you wanna back out and go home, we still can, just say the word and-"

san knew just how much your family coddled you while growing up

and you've only started to venture out of your comfort zone when you met him

so he understands how settings like this might overwhelm-

"are you kidding me?" you gave him an incredulous look, cutting off his rambling

"i wanna get hammered!" you shout against the blaring club music

and then you were the one pulling him further inside past the sweaty bodies and the heavy smell of alcohol and the blinding neon lights

"unfortunately i wont be getting my usual today, so i'll just have a soda ," san says since he'll be driving. "but, hmm, maybe a tequila sunrise for this pretty lady right here" he tells the bartender and winks at you

you roll your eyes, your gaze shifting to the dancefloor

"can i dance…later?" you ask san

san barks out a laugh and pinches your cheek

"i won't be stopping you tonight, baby, so go ahead. tonight will be all about you," he whispers these in your ear, goosebumps trailing your skin

you haven't drunk anything yet, but you already felt hot just like that

when your drinks do came, you surprise san at how you basically drunk it in one draft

"baby, hey, hey, we got all night!" he chuckles trying to get you to slow you down

soon, one tequila sunrise became five, and you were already red from the drinks and laughter

you were a giggly drunk how cute

"i think," you slur, pointing at san and then abruptly standing that you slightly wobble due to dizziness. "i think i'm ready to hit the dancefloor"

san grabs a hold of your arm, asking if do you want him to escort you to the center but you brushed him off

you were still giggling when you walked away

while you were dancing the night away, san just keeps staring at you

watching every move you make, every smile popping out to grace your lips, and every glance you sent his way

you were mouthing for him to come join you but he shook his head

san wanted you to have your fun for now

he wanted you to let loose so badly that you'll be screaming at his face tomorrow morning for letting you drink that much

but then, deeper into the night, he starts noticing that more eyes were on you now and that your intoxicated self remained oblivious to it

san downs the remaining liquid in his canned drink, licks his lips, and leaves the bar, deciding it was finally time to join you

unaware, your dancing was starting to become bolder as you become hotter with all the alcohol coursing through your system and all the body heat emitted by everyone surrounding you 

and then you feel hands on your waist

a familiar scent filling your senses and you immediately knew it was san who was behind you

you let your body become slack against his while he rocks your bodies from side to side, his hands pulling you even closer and face leaning in

you bring your hand up, caressing his face while he speaks to you in a low tone

"are you having fun, baby?" his lips brush against the shell of your ear making you shiver

you reply with a mere hum, giggling as his hot breath tickles your face

"i take it you loved my suggestion then?" "mhmm, i loveddd it san, i love youu" you mumble, smiling with your eyes closed

san chuckles at your drunk self, he doesn't really think you'll end up remembering MOST of this tomorrow

but at least you had fun

and so was he, san thinks as he smirks

later on not so subtly meeting the gaze of this one person he caught looking at you since earlier

by the time he was about to drive the both of you back home

san steps out of the car, heavily exhaling, after laying you down in the passenger seat

he needed a breather especially that he didn't expect the scenario of you grinding on him earlier at the dancefloor

san left the house with with you, hand in hand, and two of his buttons unbuttoned

and now, he comes home with you passed out in his arms and his button down shirt open 

— !¡☆

[neoswift]

PAIRING.    jaemin x fem!oc

CATEGORY.    filo social media au, fluff, crack, humor, “enemies” to lovers (kind of… not really), arianator!jaemin, swiftie!oc, stan twitter drama, college!au, established relationship (not exactly ... pero parang ganon na nga HAHAHA)

WARNINGS.    language, puro kagaguhan lang, stan twitter drama?, ag vs. ts discourse prolly

SYNOPSIS.    what are the odds na ‘yung kalandian mo turns out to be the same person na lagi mong kaaway sa twitter? for sab’s case—probably 10/10.

REQUESTED BY. anon! (send smau reqests here!)

STATUS. on going!

NOTE. sa anon na nagrequest neto last year ... sorry natagalan HAHAHAHA ETO NA SYA !! guys swiftie and arianator po ak pls wag nyo ak conceal CHZ HAHAHA anyway super crack lang to and mostly parang walang patutunguhan, just vibes 🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼 also theyre in anitwt for this one kasi ... gusto ko lang ... and theyre dentistry students !! ( no one is surprised HAHAHA) enjoy reading! 🫶🏼

— sab and jaem's playlist!

PARTS!

profiles: main | stan twt | irls

01: resident arianator & swiftie

02: landing-landi

03: what if kayo talaga?

04: briejase first win

05: ???

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[quaissants]

BUDAPEST   ˳  changmin  :  the boyz

riders biker! ji changmin ・ gender neutral reader + word count 1,186 genre fluff .. suggestive .. what are we warnings suggestive tones .. mention of nausea huwag muna tayong umuwi unknowingly got into something.. else in the process of writing this so ig i could dedicate this to my biker ❤️‍🩹

whenever given the choice of fight or flight, you’ll always scramble before lying across the asphalt. 

maybe that’s why it’s so easy for changmin to catch up to you. regardless of your escape route, he’ll be at your point of interest before you’ve made it halfway. it makes sense now—why the sight painted up ahead, right in front of your apartment complex, doesn’t come as much of a surprise. 

the paragon of a nephilim, he braces his weight against his parked bike; one foot shifted on the road while the other limb stretches out, worn out sneakers tapping beats on the pavement. those sharp eyes are restless; observant gaze shifting across one direction of the neighbourhood to another. although you can’t see where his hands are from the length of the sweater to his jeans pocket, it won’t be long before he’ll flex those lithe fingers to rest on.. something else. 

you just know ji changmin far too well than you’d wish to accept.

there’s no use in bowing your head, frantic mind pretending to be fixated on the cracks in the pavement. a man like him doesn’t forget so easily—he’s well aware he’s the one who gifted you that niki graphic tee. (maybe you can tell him later if you still remember the way he slipped his hands underneath the cotton, kissing your skin with his searing touch.) yet he chooses to entertain your antics, all up until you’re standing by the main door of your residence.

“how are you feeling, darling?” he calls out, setting off the retracing of his mark in your soul with that teasing lilt in his dulcet voice.

frightened, intrigued, ensnared, captivated.. “nauseous.”

changmin stands to his proper height, the loose material wrapped around his toned upper body falling just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin. a blank canvas you’re quite acquainted with; it’s like he’d chosen that sweater to taunt you. “let’s go for a ride, get some air.”

he’s dangling the bait right in front of your hazy vision, patiently waiting for you to take it. but you try to enforce self-control by replying, “i should head inside now, ‘got a few finals to review for.”

sure, he isn’t looking at you, but you know he’s not swayed by your lie. if he was convinced, he wouldn’t be opening that top box to bring out your helmet. if he believed you, he wouldn’t be walking up to you to secure the safety gear. and if he didn’t know you far too well, he wouldn’t have his charming smirk drawn across his lips as he tells you, “get on the bike, [y/n].”

“i hate to break it to you darling, but you’re not the best at hiding.”

no, he’s not. that charming trickster resting against you loves complementing your inability to avoid him with his refusal to seriously deceive you. at least it works in his favor—he gets a delicious burn in his scalp, courtesy of your firm tug on his tresses. it’s a mere appetizer that leaves more than enough room for the view gracing his upside-down vision.

of course it’s you. you, his darling.. yet not his.

the curve of his smile barely reaches a quarter before it’s exchanged for a frown. an expression you’re barely acquainted with, changmin’s only aimed it at two kinds of people: the fools and the victims of his drunk shenanigans. and while you’ve qualified for either category at least twice during the span of your.. friendship, you’ve never fallen under that countenance.

as much as you want to keep him like that, you can’t stop changmin from turning around to face you properly. stood before you with one hand resting flat on his bike, his gaze roams as if he’s taking in all of you for the very first time. it isn’t the first, nor will it be the last, time he’s done this; beheld your presence like it was something that must be permanently etched in that enigmatic mind of his.

it’s what comes next that rarely stays the same. 

perhaps his calloused hands will dance across your thighs before his blunt nails map out trails along your lower back. he could be in the mood to return the favour from earlier—tilt your head back until it’s resting at the perfect angle, the one where a blank canvas is bared for him. then again, he might be more interested in setting a cigarette between his lips while you hold the bronzed flame between the two of you.

inevitably, changmin proves how familiar you are with his mannerisms by mixing his sequence up this time ‘round.

his warmth cradles your chill; the wobbly thrum of your heartbeat falls in sync with his steady ripples. or so you assume, until he brings your hand right where his heart lies within its gilded sanctuary. beneath your trembling fingers, his rhythm is just as bad as yours—the adrenaline found in this moment forging such a terrifyingly beautiful feeling. you know it scares him,  because for once, those eyes tells you everything that has never left his lips.

and right now, he wants needs you to know that his fear is holding onto hope tightly. so he finally sets a sliver of his foot over the threshold.

“do you want this, darling?” 

do you want me—this indecisive boy who can’t promise you everything, but will give you anything you desire?

“that’s unfair, minnie. you know i can’t say no.”

i will decline plenty of things and people in the world; anything but never you.

his laugh’s picked up by the midnight breeze, a memento for one of the sole witnesses of this scene. it’s a cliche, your indecisive boy complementing his small head tilt with a playful uptick of his lips. you know this part of the flow by heart; already anticipating the connection from the way his breath tickles your skin..

..until it doesn’t happen. assuming there was a buffer, you open your eyes to see what happened. a silly mistake on your part, for you’re immediately greeted by that playful gleam painted across his countenance. 

changmin just couldn’t let the opportunity slip by. a trickster at heart, he boldly waves the bait over your head again, “i thought we drove out here to clear up your nausea. now while i’m no professional, i don’t think romantic cpr is the ideal solution for that-”

of course you bite—or in this case, hook your fingers in his belt loops to close the proximity. there’s no solution as effective as kissing your lover until your lungs interrupt because they do need fresh air to function. still, it’s worth the second dip; so long as he wears that dreamy-eyed look more often.

“one more time, pretty please.”

he’s so gorgeous when he begs. the thought of running doesn’t dare to cross your mind this time. but if ever you do take off, it’ll always be right into his awaiting arms—shortly sprawled on the asphalt together with band-aid kisses as a complementary product.

now that is worth fighting for; he is worth that and more.

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ passengers. @stealanity​ @sohnric @lost-leopard-beanie — send an ask / dm to be added !

[byeolhyesisi]

BLUE'S COFFEE; HAN JISUNG

bestfriend!han jisung x reader

coffee and nicknames for the blue-haired boy who didn't bring an umbrella during a rainy day.

genre: fluff, non-idol au, short fic, oneshot, slight indication of best friends to lovers

warnings: may have small errors :(( but other than that, it's all good !!

words: 1k+ (exactly 1,050)

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @gimbappae @yellowsbuttercup @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as

dedicated to: @jakes-tummy !! tysm for answering questions that definitely helped me write this fic >< i tried my best to create an atmosphere based on your answers and i hope that somehow, you can feel that this is really for you !! <3

a/n: this is my entry for the exchange event by @kflixnet !! this event was so fun^^ i was really happy i was able to write again <3 also, i don't know why i went with a y2k-esque graphic but i thought it was fun ><

Pitter-patter pitter-patter… the repetitive sound of rainfall echoed throughout the silent atmosphere of your room. As if the droplets were loud footsteps on wherever they land.

The weather was bad, but the sun still managed to shine brightly as if it was a clear day. It was sort of irregular to see such contrasting scenery. Kind of ironic, but it was something worth gazing at for a few moments out of curiosity and slight bewilderment. The combination of heavy rain and a bright blue sky is somewhat soothing. As you look outside your apartment's window, you spotted a familiar face waiting to cross the street with a jacket over his head. His blue locks were eye-catching. It stood out from the crowd, mainly because he was the only person without an umbrella in hand if you ignore his vivid hair. He was the odd one out in the midst of the crowd.

The blue-haired boy was none other than your bestest friend, Han Jisung.

You shook your head while chuckling. Of course he doesn't have an umbrella. Knowing him, he probably forgot or his stubborn self simply didn't take the weather reports seriously, fooled by the bright day. It was usual for him to experience both of those anyway. It definitely wasn't the first time Jisung put himself in situations that could've been easily avoided if he wasn't forgetful or stubborn.

You watched as he immediately crossed the street, running inside the apartment building to seek shelter at once. You could already hear his complaints before you even welcome him inside. A quiet hum resonated from your lips. I should probably make coffee for that dumbass. Smiling to yourself, you chuckled softly as you made your way to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for three knocks to resonate from your door. You stopped stirring your friend's coffee and started walking towards the door before halting. He's most likey drenched in rain… You assumed. "Just a minute." You called out. "Alright. Just hurry, please. It's cold out here!" Jisung's voice answered back in a soft tone, the pout on his lips was evident in his voice. You rushed inside your room, opening one of your drawers to fetch an extra towel.

Once you finally opened the front door of your apartment, the sight of Jisung made you stifle a laugh. "You look like a wet chick." The boy rolled his eyes. "Haha. Thanks." He replied sarcastically. "Don't be salty now. Why didn't you bring an umbrella anyway?" You questioned as you handed the towel. Jisung quickly patted and made sure he was less soaked in rain water before entering your humble abode. "It was so sunny! It's not my fault I was scammed by the weather. Besides, weather reports are inaccurate sometimes. Hmpf." He complained, his statement confirming one of your guesses. "Even if it's sunny, you should still bring an umbrella. Too much sunlight is bad too, you know?" You remarked and Jisung only huffed in response.

"You're really lucky I want to hang out with you." He mumbled but it was loud enough for you to hear. "And you're lucky I care for you." You looked at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. "I made you coffee. Drink it before it gets cold. That should warm you up." You smiled.

The boy perked up. You made me coffee… He couldn't help but to grin softly, a pang of flutters struck his stomach. "Your smile is already warm enough." He joked cheesily. The room was suddenly filled by the harmony of your laughter. The laughter masked something the two of you were hiding in the wholesome scenario. Both mutual but kept secret under the rain and the sun's rays. "That won't work on me." You said. If your heart could speak it would oppose your words. If Jisung wasn't oblivious, the flushed rosy color on your cheeks would be easily noticed by his eyes. If you were paying very close attention, you'd know he didn't mean it as a joke.

The two of you sat down on the couch of your living room when the boy finally took his cup of coffee. Jisung took a sip and he exhaled a very dramatic sigh as if he was in a commercial. It was the perfect amount of bittersweet; a cup of coffee only you can make for him. "You know me too well." He smiled cheekily. "You won't shut up about yourself—" Laughter filled the room once again.

The room fell silent, with the occasional sound of Jisung sipping his coffee and accidentally choking from time to time. "Stop drinking it like a vacuum cleaner." You told him while giggling. "First, I was a wet chick. Now I'm a vacuum cleaner?" He chuckled, placing the now empty cup on the coffee table. Jisung was used to the nicknames you give him. You loved giving him random nicknames, even if they were the most unconventional ones. And he loved them too. "To be fair, you still look like a wet chick."

"So you think I look cute? Chicks are cute, right?" Jisung batted his eyes. "No." He scoffed playfully at your short reply.

"Can you make me another cup of coffee?" The boy pleaded with puppy eyes. How can you say no to those eyes?

"Alright, blue's clues. Wait here." You responded as you stood up.

"BLUE'S CLUES?! NOW I'M BLUE'S CLUES?!" He placed a hand on his chest, acting offended as a joke. "Not my fault you dyed your hair blue." You stuck your tongue out before heading back to the kitchen with his cup in hand.

"If I'm blue's clues, then you should be magenta!" He suggested. You shook your head, he really is like a child sometimes. "Ok, blue. I'll be your magenta." You said as you poured hot water into his cup.

As soon as you left, the blue-haired boy kicked his feet giddily. Covering his face with the towel, he couldn't contain his wide smile anymore. Jisung decided to follow you to the kitchen. Even when he entered, his grin never left his lips.

A simple friendly banter with childish conditions, but we all know there's more to that, right? One thing is certain though. If he's blue's clues to you, then he is just for you.

[najaemism]

we never go out of style!

PAIRING. haechan x fem!oc

CATEGORY. short smau, fluff, crack, humor, celebrity!au, athlete!haechan, singer!reader, strangers to lovers-ish

WARNINGS. language, hyuck being downbad

SYNOPSIS. what happens when one of the famous professional volleyball players of the country publicly shoots his shot at a global popstar? well, she shows up to his game with his mother, of course! [or alternatively: the whole world watches as a popstar and an athlete fall in love.]

STATUS. on going!

NOTE. this is based on the recent… taylor news… hehe 🤭 i know very little about volleyball (everything i know i got from haikyuu tbh) so im sorry in advance 😭 this will just be short, probably around 3-5 parts only! ignore timestamps!

— playlist!

PARTS!

min’s circle | hyuck’s circle

01 : just give him a chance!

02 : meanwhile

03 : quietly hanging out

04 : used to this

05 : ???

TAGLIST. closed.

[linonyang]

five times jisung had soft heart eyes for you <3

pairing: jisung and gn!reader; genre: fluff, established relationship; warnings: none; word count: 0.9k words

taglist: @awooghan​ @xiaoderrrr​ @cosmic-railwayxo​ ​(join the tag list here! :D)

© linonyang - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

check the rest of the series: chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

when you gently brushed the hair out of his face and played with his hair when he wasn’t feeling the best. he was lying down on your lap and was attempting to take a nap, but he felt your soft hands on his face. he felt too aware of your skin. it was a weird feeling at first until he noticed you were brushing the hair on his scalp at a consistently soft and calming pace the whole time. before he closed his eyes once again, he glanced at your delicate face, watching the tv series you were very interested in, and felt a big rush of this intense feeling in his chest. he somehow felt way better, and it was all because of you and your endearing unconscious movements. you effortlessly made him look at you for several minutes, eyes filled with appreciation and emotion, until your soothing play with his hair lulled him to sleep.

when you held onto his hand tightly when you went on your first date as a couple. there wasn’t anything special on your first date. it was very casual, and nothing else. but his senses overwhelmed him when he felt your hand holding onto his tightly. it wasn’t a tight squeeze; you were really holding onto him tightly on your whole walk. when he noticed you walking slightly faster than him, already a little ahead of him but still holding onto him, he wasn’t able to help but feel his heart warmer than before. you never let go of him, and that made him look at your figure and your hands intertwined so many times back and forth. before you even let go of his hands at the end of the date, he held onto your hands tightly, absentmindedly smiling and looking at your hands. he just wanted to hold you forever, and he wanted to do everything to see his hand on yours.

when you did what you love. when you were working on something you were passionate about, he lovingly looked at you and already felt content with how happy and beautiful you were when you were doing something fulfilling for your heart. he grew a bigger smile and stared at you longer when you unconsciously smiled while you work on whatever you were doing. he wanted to pat your head because you worked so hard, but he stayed at the corner of the room, and looked at how devoted you were to your work. he didn’t plan to sit right next to you. you might’ve gotten distracted by his face looking at you the whole time. he let you do your thing, and he did his own thing (looked at you as if you’ll possibly disappear in front of him any time). he finally understood why you love watching him work on music because of what was in front of him.

when you held onto his arms tightly when you were trying to sleep through the storm. it was hard for you to sleep. the rain itself was harsh; the thunderstorms scared you every few minutes, and it was too dark outside. you badly wanted to sleep, but you kinda gave up at some point. so what you did to pass the time was staring at the dark and snug to jisung. there was a point when you were grabbing his arm and wrapping your own arms around it. you treated it like a pillow. you thought he was asleep and guess what? he wasn’t, it was not that obvious because of the dark. when the sky calmed down two hours after and finally put the land to rest, jisung saw you, finally asleep, with your arms still wrapped around his. you looked so peaceful. he wanted to look at your resting state for eternity. there was a part in him that asked the world to slow down just for you so you can have all the time to unwind more. he looked at you and let his mind run free on how you needed an everyday rest as good as this so badly (and how adorable you looked, he might need to stand in as your bolster every day from then on).

when you peppered him with so many kisses last time. you confessed that you love him so much for the first time in a while, and it made him melt. you made him melt. he never forgot how much love he receives from you. he assumed that it was that time in the year when you randomly feel so overwhelmed and filled with love that you had to release all of it to him. he understood, you really do that once in a while. but even if you kissed his face so many times before, it felt so new every time. while you were showering him with your soft kisses, he was looking at you and your every move and mentally guessed which part of his face will be touched by your lips next. that’s why he peppered you with so many kisses in return, too, after he felt the same—that sudden rush in his heart on how much he loves you and how he would do everything to give you the world. he started and ended the fun with those loving eyes of his. the whole time, you felt his eyes looking back at you with so much comfort. there was something with the several times he stared at you in between the kisses he gave you. he loves you so much that he will never get tired of looking at you and kissing you.

[heeracha]

## end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, mental health deteriorating, lonely thoughts, i'll put it on every chap if there's anything you need to look out for.

note: hahaha im horrible, yes, delaying wob again, im so sorry. i just,,,,, idk lets say this is self-indulgent bcs fuCK its obvious im not doing too well for the past months lmAO AHHSDH,,, anyway,, yep. hope u enjoy whatever the fuck this is T_T. TAGLIST CLOSED. remember my bullshit last night about this not being as angsty as ymtm? yeah i take it back, i have the alt ending written already. HA.

tags: r.asks: eotl, eotl updates, eotl thoughts, eotl spoilers

profiles. / profiles 2.0

ep 1. — the one with the moving in (pilot).

ep 2. — the one with mommy looking for a daddy.

ep 3. — the one with too much workloads.

ep 4. — the one with donald duck.

ep 5. — the one with the hotline.

ep 6. — the one with the ppg leader, blooming.

ep 7. — the one with the style note.

ep 8. — the one with y/n's 15 minute-bf.

ep 9. — the one with reunited by peaches & herb.

ep 10. — the one with sulley and boo.

ep 11. — the one with the ghosting.

ep 12. — the one with the ghosting 2.0.

ep 13. — the one with three am bbq.

ep 14. — the one with bubs coming back.

ep 15. — the one with the cat naming.

ep 16. — the one with the lukewarm coffee.

ep 17. — the one with jay cooking his sadness away.

ep 18. — the one with the giggly simp in sunoo's dorm.

ep 19. — the one with the cream puffs request.

ep 20. — the one with jay's sweater.

ep 21. — the one after the bake sale.

ep 22. — the one with the three boxes.

ep 23. — the one where jay (almost) won.

ep 24. — the one with the backup plan.

ep 25. — the one with the rude girl and the guy with no manners.

ep 26. — the one with the sad face.

ep 27. — the one with the "you too" replies.

ep 28. — the one with the "i fell first, they never did" trope.

ep 29. — the one with jay can't because he's busy.

ep 30. — the one with sunoo blocking jay in his priv.

ep 31. — the one with sunoo leaving the group.

ep 32. — the one with jake throwing a shoe at jay.

ep 33. — the one with bubs' messages.

ep 34. — the one with bubs and honey catching up.

ep 35. — the one with jay trying to talk to y/n.

ep 36. — the one with jay's way of confessing.

ep 37. — the one with jay being so close (for the millionth time).

ep 38. — the one where honey called bubs by her real name.

ep 39. — the one with ur mom vibes.

ep 40. — the one with y/n crying for the hundredth time.

ep 41. — the one where minho gets a headache.

ep 42. — the one with sunoo becoming a caregiver.

ep 43. – the one with the letter.

ep 44. — the one with sunghoon being a drama queen.

ep 45. — the one with the matching icons.

ep 46. — the one during y/n's sad hours.

ep 47. — the one where jay doesn't care about y/n.

ep 48. — the one where jeongin spoils y/n.

ep 49. — the one where they decide they either fix it or have closure.

ep 50. — the one where everything's okay.

ep 51. — the one where minho will airfry jay and y/n.

ep 52. — the one with the ending, but not the end of the line.

alternative ending. — the one with y/n staying with jay even after the line ended.

[woobly]

HEAD PATS . . . 심재윤 !

PAIRING. non idol! jake x gn reader GENRE. fluff, slice of life?, college au, a little golden retriever x black cat WARNINGS. mention of drugs (legit just in passing), lots of unnecessary details/narration lol WC. 1.3k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. this is just word vomit tbh coz it’s finals szn </3 i shld rlly be reviewing for my chem exam but here we are!!! 😄😄

PHYSICAL AFFECTION WAS NEVER YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE. Sure, you were happy to give hugs and link arms with your friends while chatting, but you never really thought much of it.

In fact, you were so reserved that whenever people were asked for their first impression of you, they would always include the word “intimidating” in their responses. Even some of your friends tend to liken you to a black cat—won’t shut up about it, even—that every time they see a cat with any hint of black, they would call out and say “Look, it’s Y/N!”. And when you would ask them why they thought of you that way, they would say it was because of your calm and collected personality and your neutral-colored wardrobe.

But you were never bothered by any of these (perhaps by the fact that people thought you were intimidating when you really weren’t) but you didn’t put any effort to change your attitude and personality just to have people like you better.

The same goes for your new block. The semester just began, and you were still in the process of getting to know and getting comfortable with your new blockmates. You had already made your own little circle of friends, all of you had the same major and shared almost the same classes together.

But that didn't mean you didn't hang out with your other blockmates either. Sometimes they would walk with you and your friends to your next class, other times they would ask to hang out once you were all free. You were thankful for all these interactions since you always struggled with approaching new people, but one of your blockmates in particular has left quite an impression on you.

At first glance, it was hard to deny that the guy wasn’t good-looking, which made him also appear somewhat intimidating, especially when he was so focused on something that he almost looked mad. But you were beyond surprised when you heard a cheery voice one day and turned around to see that it actually belonged to him, your blockmate Sim Jaeyun, more known as Jake.

You weren’t sure if he was like that with everyone else (but you were so sure he was). Whenever he entered your vicinity, he would always have a smile on his face and would usually be asking you or the people around you how they did on the exam you just took or how they were doing in general. With his bright personality, he quickly became everyone’s friend, even those from other classes dapped him up along the hallways.

But even if he seemed kind of distant, there were moments that the two of you quietly shared that would suddenly pop in your mind whenever you got lost in thought.

You see, although people thought you gave off “black cat energy”, there were still very rare moments when you’d act “cute” unknowingly. And no, you wouldn’t self-proclaim to be cute because you have heard people compliment you saying so. And you suppose those moments happened quite a lot around Jake because if there was one thing he did around you, it was to pat your head.

This, you were almost sure he didn't do with anyone else, not that you were paying attention… But he’s done it one too many times for you not to notice.

The first time, he asked if you wanted help with your things but you declined saying you were “used to it” and that you had your “big boy pants on now”. He just chuckled and patted your head while you walked to your next class—not gonna lie, it was kind of awkward. You’d never really had your head patted before, so the sudden action caught you a little off guard.

The second time, he did it because your class just took a quiz and you said you got a good score for the first time in that class. And then again, and again until you found yourself becoming comfortable with the gesture. Sometimes, you would even catch yourself wishing he did it for a longer period of time, immediately telling yourself that that might be weird.

Today, however, was a little different. He already gave you a head pat in the morning—you, Jake, and one of your friends were called to line up for your departmental moving exam in one of your lab classes. The three of you lined up together, but it was mostly just you and your friend chatting while waiting for your turn. Both of you were trying to release your nervousness by laughing it off while Jake was doing a great job at keeping his composure. Out of impulse, you took your friend’s wrist and swung it back and forth while whining. Your friend chuckled at your sudden show of skinship, but Jake placed his hand on your head again. You looked up at him to see the small smile on his face, but he just as quickly retracted his hand.

Now, your next class had just ended, and your blockmates were still hanging out inside the classroom. You didn't feel like standing up yet, so you decided to act like you were sleepy (which you were) and try to lay your head on your friend’s table. Unbeknownst to you, Jake was approaching your group of friends and saw how you were struggling to “lie down” in the little space you had between you and your friend’s chair. He reached out his hand and attempted to pat your head the second time that day, but he missed since you sat up out of nowhere. You were surprised to feel something touch your head and realize it was Jake’s hand that you almost wished you hadn’t gotten up from your lying position so quickly.

When you thought he had finally left, you pulled out your phone and set its brightness to the lowest possible setting. You quickly connected to the building’s wifi network and opened up your group chat with your high school friends. You had already told them about your blockmate Jake, but you didn’t think he needed a codename like your friends’ crushes do, so you didn’t hesitate to type his name.

y/n: GUYS

sunghoon: dude i js found out my prof is a cannbis user

y/n: IT HAPPENED AGAIB

y/n: @sunghoon what 😭

y/n: anw i got head pats again,, TWICE

y/n: istg if jake doesn’t stop

“You don’t like the head pats?”

Upon hearing the voice, you turned your head around and planted your phone on your lap so quickly.

“Huh?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to read your messages,” Jake said, looking anywhere except you. That was a straight up lie. There was no way he “didn't mean to” when your phone screen was so dark even you could barely see it.

“Um, wait no, it’s not that I don't like the head pats. It’s just— they’re nice... I guess,” you almost whispered that last part, but astonishingly, Jake still heard it.

Once he was reassured that you didn’t actually dislike his little display of affection and that you actually enjoy it, a smile and a light blush bloomed across his face, and he reached his hand out to pat your head again.

“You're really cute, did you know that?”

“Yeah, I've heard that a few times. And don't worry, I don't dislike hearing it from you.” you looked into his eyes and stared at each other for a second too long, causing you both to chuckle and look away in shyness.

"Good. Because you'll definitely be hearing that more often." he said, still stroking your hair gently like it was delicate and fragile.

If physical affection wasn’t your love language before, it definitely is now.

© woobly, 2023. all rights reserved.

[dairyminki]

color me pretty | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x fem!reader

↬summary: he's alluring, he's king of the runway, and he's at the top of his game. you? not so much, really. is it too late to back out?

↬ genre: model au—model!san & model!reader, suggestive

↬warning/s: profanity

↬wc: 2.4k

↬a/n: viola! i'm finally graduating from fluff academy thanks to @chokchokk 's influence LMAO. this is heavily inspired by san's ig post which still has me in a chokehold btw. pls enjoy!

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

There are cameras everywhere, a resounding click of the shutter one after another. Oh, and there's a lot of the color red present in the studio.

People are scattered all over the spacious room that you almost feel small as if every single thing and person in sight is intimidating you. And you're not going to lie, they surely do.

Frankly, if it weren't for your manager who's standing beside you, you might've immediately turned on your heel and walked your way back to the glass doors that you entered earlier, a minute just after arriving at the studio and finding how large of a scale this project actually is. Oh, to be back outside where you didn't feel suffocated and where you couldn't feel anybody's eyes on you.

"What would you do if I backed out…?" You tentatively asked your manager in a low voice, making sure that you were the only ones who could hear it.

You know that she heard you, but still, her eyes remained at the center of the room, where all the cameras are pointed at, and where all of the people's attention are currently drawn to.

"Where'd your previous confidence go? I don't remember seeing this hesitance of yours when I first suggested this project." Your manager replies, eyes still not leaving the subject of everyone's attention.

Because standing and posing effortlessly in the middle of everything is Choi San.

The renowned model, Choi San, whose face and body is probably the cover of every magazine you can think of, and who's dominated all the fashion shows you could only dream of attending, this year alone.

He's the king of the fashion and modeling industry, someone who is highly sought-after by every famous designer that you could possibly name at the top of your head. Choi San is a crowd favorite, he practically owns the runway, and he's a total icon to many—the young and the old, the rookies and the veterans.

And not to mention, he's your role model. Someone who you really look up to and perhaps, someone who you wanted to work with.

Right now, you're about minutes into turning that dream into reality, thanks to your manager and your incredibly impulsive self.

"Your thoughts are so loud, I could practically hear it." Your manager suddenly speaks, cutting through your abysmal thoughts. And then she turns to you, jabbing a finger right at your chest and saying, "But there's no way in hell that I'm letting you back out because, first of all, you'll be working with a supermodel, and second, hello?!" She exclaims the last part in a hushed voice with matching wide gestures, that you visibly flinch. However, it seemed like she couldn't care less because she cups your face and turns your head towards the side of the room where a stunning man dressed in an expensive sparkly black suit with a diamond logo on the tie, stood.

"You'll be wearing his creation! The Damian Luxe!" She squeals near your ear, and you grimace, because she is loud, alright.

Damian Luxe is the owner of one of the biggest and leading fashion brands ever known all over the world—Luxe Looks. And right now, you still can't quite believe how he's just a few steps away from you, seemingly engrossed in a conversation with one of the photographers.

You're not sure how he ended up picking you out of all the models out there. Somehow picking you alongside one of the top iconic faces of the fashion industry, to serve as his muses for his newest fashion collection, which is set to be released and made known to the public in less than a month. The pressure that is placed on you is quite heavy since it's just your second year into this modeling career.

And it is a sudden twist and turn from your usual looks and gigs. From being known as a model who has summer vibes, cute, and freshness up their alley, to starring in an intimate and quite sensual photoshoot in honor of Luxe's brand new and bold fashion collection entitled, Pleasures of the Heart.

"Believe me, I was overjoyed when you first told me about it. But really? You didn't even bother telling me that I'll be partnered up with Choi San? The Choi San?" You put quite an emphasis on the word 'the' in order to get your point across and make your manager realize your current dilemma at hand.

Because knowing you? There's a ninety-five percent of you messing this up because of your clumsy ass, the remaining five percent will be you fainting, by the way.

Oh god, you can't possibly do this right?

What if you embarrass yourself in front of him? Would you be able to live with that memory for the rest of your life?

You think not.

However, you weren't even given that much choice when one of the stylists arrives and steals you away from the comfort of your manager's side in order for you to get dolled up and ready for your photoshoot with Choi San.

Here's to fucking it up, I guess, you think, heaving a sigh as you followed the stylist in one of the rooms.

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You don't think that Choi San is actually real.

Heck, you didn't even think that someone could possibly make blowing bubble gum as something sexy.

Shivers ran down your spine and goosebumps littered your skin as you watched Choi San angle his face and send sultry looks to every camera pointing at him. If you were confident enough, you might've jumped him already, popping that bubble gum in his mouth and licking it off his lips right after.

Wait what-

You frantically shook your head. Is this what Choi San's alluring effect feels like? Because if it is, then you're so fucked.

Your manager and the stylist earlier, told you that there'll be some duo shots so that means, yes, touching will be involved.

When they first told you that, you weren't sure if you'll be able to pull it off because one, Choi San, is incredibly gorgeous. And two, he's only donned in a coat and pants, and no undershirt in sight! Which leaves a portion of his abs in display for anyone's eyes to feast on—not like you're feasting on them or anything.

You gulp.

Is it really too late to back out?

Moments later, you begin internally thanking the heavens, when Choi San's individual shoot has come to an end and he's called back by one of the stylists for a wardrobe change. Which you think will be in match with the pitch black bodysuit you're currently wearing underneath your robe. The robe isn't part of the look at all, you simply have it on for now because you aren't that confident yet. You honestly think you'll never be but maybe you'll be fine since the stylist said you'll still have one piece to wear later.

A red overcoat to match the red stilettos your feet is currently clad in.

One of the staff tapped you on the shoulder and led you closer to the center, saying that you'll be starting the duo shots in a few minutes.

The staff said it with a sweet smile that you have no choice but to smile back as well even if your insides were already churning and you're starting to break into a cold sweat.

You were in the middle of doing a breathe in and breathe out exercise in order to relax your nerves for a little bit, when you suddenly felt another tap on your shoulder. Thinking that it was probably one of the staff or stylists again, you turned around, only to be met with a pair of deep black cat-like eyes and a dimpled smile.

It was freaking Choi San.

"Nervous?" His voice was a clear rasp. Your knees growing weak at the sight of him in a sheer black tank top, which showed how buff he really was, and the same pants as earlier. His hair is still slick-backed with a few gelled-strands hanging against his forehead. A black biker glasses snugly sitting on top of his head served as his only accessory.

God, he's breathtakingly gorgeous being so close to you like this.

"U-Uh, yes, very, Mr. Choi."

Well done! You just stuttered in front of Choi San. But who wouldn't?

To your surprise, loud laughter comes out from his lips. His pink plump lip—oh would you please snap out of it?!

"Mr. Choi? Oh my, just call me San!" He chuckles. "You're Y/N, right?" He asks, a few moments after, and it prompts you to nod your head.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" San says this so casually that it catches you so off guard, you choke on nothing.

While you're busy trying to re-organize yourself and your breathing, San makes it a mission to further turn you into a flustered mess as he gently pulls you by the waist. Then he leans in, mouth dangerously close to your ear and whispers the words that will certainly haunt your insides for the rest of the time that you'll be stuck in his presence.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, pretty."

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You and San have been receiving praises from left and right ever since the shoot started. You even heard from the head photographer that you two surprisingly share quite a chemistry in front of the cameras even though it's only your first time pairing up together.

Although, you do admit that you've had your awkward moments prior because, first, it is your first intimate photoshoot, second, your outfit is so far the most revealing you've ever worn despite the overcoat you're wearing, and third, San was very close. Too close.

But it's not like you're complaining anyway. In fact, you think you might be enjoying it a little too much than what you've anticipated. And, you just hope it's not noticeable to him or you'd die of embarrassment as soon as you step out of the studio.

Anyway, you felt every exhale that San had made in the past half hour, and it's very ticklish. But you also felt quite feverish with the way his rough hands seemed scalding hot against your skin, despite his touches and hold on you being gentle.

San was nothing but sweet and kind as he gently coaxed you out of your shell, always guiding you with every pose and expression. Because of him, you're starting to get more comfortable with the theme of the set and the overwhelming attention being poured on you two.

But of course, another challenge was bound to appear and send your mind into a haywire.

"Perfect! Now, let's have you sit on top of San." The head photographer suddenly instructs. "But first, I want you to sit on the floor, San." He adds.

All the while San's following the photographer's direction, you're left frozen, standing on the side, not quite sure if you heard the photographer right.

By the time you've snapped out of your thoughts and you're back to your senses, San's already sitting on the floor with his legs slightly spread out, his arms are kind of spread out as well with his palms completely flat on the floor, and he's slightly leaning back with his toned arms supporting his upper body's weight.

And he's looking at you. Looking at you with an expression you can't exactly figure out.

Before the photographer could even call your name and give you instructions as well, San's already beckoning you over with his index finger.

As if entranced, you walk towards him without any word. And when San told you that you should take off your overcoat, you followed him, dropping the piece of clothing to the floor. Then, when San told you to straddle his lap, you did it without any fuss despite your visible shaking which you're certain that he noticed because he's leaning towards you again.

"I got you, pretty. Didn't I say I'll take care of you, hmm?" San whispers against the shell of your ear. "You'll let me take care of you, right?" He asks when he still gets no response from you.

Inhaling deeply, albeit shakily, you nod your head.

Still not shying away from the close proximity, your breath hitches when San's hands come to wrap around your waist, one of them caresses your side, slightly making you jolt at the suddenness of the action.

"Words, pretty. I need words." San hums.

"Y-Yes. I'll let you take care of me."

"Good girl," He purrs and playfully bites your ear lobe, which, again, sent you lightly trembling as you felt the heat which started to creep its way from your lower abdomen and up to your face.

"Now, I want you to only look at me, alright? Can you do that for me?" San asks, thankfully, now with enough gap between the two of you, enabling you to breathe more easily.

"Yeah, I can do that." You reply and this makes San smile, dimples adorning his face once again.

San shifts underneath you for a bit, his palms at the small of your back. He adjusts your position on top of him and then his hands leave you as he goes back to leaning, but this time, with his hands much further back than before. This subtle change enables him to look up at your face more comfortably.

San instructs you to put your hands on his chest instead of being on top of his shoulders as what the photographer has instructed for you to do. And then, he retracts his right hand from the floor and puts it back on your waist instead.

And just like that it has the photographer screaming delightedly the word, "Excellent!"

"Excellent," San mimics in a soft voice, tongue darting out to lick his own lips, all the while his eyes never left yours. And you reckon, yours didn't leave him as well throughout the entirety of the photoshoot.

Well, after having him this close and looking so out-of-this-world while under you, where you can basically see every twitch of his eyebrows, every contraction of his arm muscles, and every bob of his adam's apple, with his attention all on you and you alone the whole time…you're quite not sure if you'll be able to take your eyes off of him ever again.

If this is how it feels to be under Choi San's alluring gaze, then, oh, you're so fucked, because there seems to be no possible escape, at all.

[neoswift]

clandestine meetings.

PAIRING. jaemin x fem!reader

CATEGORY. mini filo smau, angst, celebrity!au, hurt/no comfort

WARNINGS. language, hurt/no comfort, angst with no happy ending, suggestive, there is an oc playing jm's ka-love team, jm is a 🚩

SUMMARY. look at this godforsaken mess that you've made me. [or alternatively: jaemin as your ex turned fwb na may ibang ka-love team]

NOTE. i made this around the same time as the backburner au sa main blog ko so they share a playlist 😭 i just i wasn’t sure if ipopost ko or not so ang tagal nya nakatengga sa gallery ko but … here we are now! not sure kung magkaka part 2 pa… pero lmk what you guys think! 🫶🏼

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[quaissants]

THREE    ୨୧    ERIC SOHN

cast. boyfriend! eric x gn! mc  ༝  pantone. college au .. established relationship .. hurt w/o comfort  ༝  length. 516  ༝  cw(s). arguments .. swearing .. emotional / mental suffocation

tfw. this is what listening to in my dreams on loop and reading lang leav does. ooh! i don’t know if matty remembers but this was meant to be the original reason in the last word.. aha.. ha..

someone once wrote that communication is key to a happy relationship. so you took it as an assurance that you're going to do the right thing. but after almost an hour of going back and forth with your lover, your belief in those words is wavering.

“i just want to spend some time with you, is that too much to ask?” you argue weakly, shaky fingers fiddling with the charm hung on your chain. it was meant to symbolize a promise; supposed to make you feel safe. but now, pinch by pinch, it's suffocating you.

“no it's not, but the thing is we can do that another day.” eric pauses to slide his foot in his sneaker, the one he never bothers to undo the laces beforehand, even though doing so would make his life easier. “right now, i want to go hang out with my friends.”

“okay, fine.”

defeat no longer tastes sour on your tongue, so you easily swallow it and turn around. after taking a few steps towards your bedroom (because he's no longer around enough to keep his claim on the space), you hear him call your name. and though you shouldn't, you shift on your heel to face him.

“come on bumblebee, don't be like this..” the weirdest thing is he actually holds his arms out; as if he believes you'll fall into his embrace.

disbelief tickles you, prompting laughter to slip from your lips. “like what? like an idiot who actually hoped that by telling their boyfriend how they feel, they'll be heard and understood?”

“what are you talking about? i always listen to you.” eric retorts, arms now hanging by his sides, and brows furrowed to meet in the middle.

“yet you don't try to understand how i feel! what hurts even more than that is the fact that i'm the one who always adjusts to make this work. i'm the one who pretends that constantly being blown off by their boyfriend because he has some project or test to review for is okay. i'm the one who does nothing but put a band aid over the repetitive stab to my heart whenever someone has the fucking guts to flirt with you, even though i'm right there.

and now that you finally have a day off, you actually expect me to be okay with the fact that you want to spend it with the people you're with every single day, rather than the person who has sacrificed time, rest, friendships, even my own sanity, to be with you.”

after pouring everything out, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your exhausted body. your worn soul no longer feels like it's cracking under the pressure that comes as an accessory in the dating a ‘golden’ boy pack. you're almost free—you just have one more question.

“you always choose them.” with your last speck of hope, you tug that loose thread that's been dangling at the forefront of your mind for far too long. “what about me, am i not a priority?”

in his hesitation you found your answer.

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