#bnd soft thoughts | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hancorys · 6 months ago

Text

m.jh — the egg project

genre: enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, crack (bonedo dynamics mentioned) pairing: jaehyun x afab!reader wc: 4.6k warning: they're both a mess, non-stop banters. they kissed at the end. fought because of an egg. listen: antukin — rico blanco, i like me better — lauv, gusto ko lamang sa buhay — itchy worms, but i like you — boynextdoor

you don’t even remember the last time you and jaehyun had a normal conversation. not that you ever really did—because for as long as you’ve both been part of your respective sports teams, the only thing you’ve ever exchanged were complaints.

it started with the mess.

“seriously?” you had scoffed one evening, walking into the gym after the basketball team’s practice, only to find discarded water bottles, sweaty towels, and even an empty sports drink bottle rolling across the floor like a sad little tumbleweed.

the volleyball team had practice right after, and nothing pissed you off more than stepping onto a court that looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

so, like any responsible captain, you took it upon yourself to find the root of the problem. and that root had a name: myung jaehyun.

“hey, jaehyun, clean up your team’s mess next time,” you had called out after one of your shared gym sessions.

jaehyun, who was in the middle of chugging a bottle of water, raised a brow at you. “our mess?”

“yes, yours.” you gestured to the abandoned pile of trash near the bench. “you leave the place looking like a hurricane hit.”

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged. “not my fault you’re allergic to a little dirt.”

“not my fault you guys are allergic to basic hygiene.”

leehan, who had been dribbling a basketball nearby, snorted. “dude, she’s got a point.”

“whose side are you on?” jaehyun shot him a glare before turning back to you. “we don’t even leave that much of a mess.”

you let out a short laugh, stepping forward and kicking an empty bottle toward him. it rolled to a stop right by his foot. “oh yeah? then whose bottle is this?”

sungho, who had just been passing by, took one look at the scene and immediately pointed at jaehyun. “definitely his.”

jaehyun gave him a betrayed look. “are you serious?”

“i mean, statistically speaking, it’s more likely to be yours than mine,” sungho said with a lazy shrug. “i actually clean up after myself.”

“that’s a lie and you know it.”

“okay, but do i leave sports drink graveyards on the court? no.”

you crossed your arms and smirked. “see? even your own team thinks you’re the problem.”

jaehyun groaned, bending down to pick up the bottle before lazily tossing it into the trash can. “there. happy now?”

“ecstatic,” you deadpanned. “now do that, but every time.”

from then on, it became an ongoing battle. jaehyun’s team kept leaving behind their junk, and your team kept glaring at them from across the gym. you never actually fought, not really, but there was an unspoken war between the two of you—one built entirely on glares, sarcastic remarks, and aggressively wiping down volleyballs while jaehyun walked past you like he owned the place.

one time, after another particularly messy practice, you had stormed into the basketball team’s locker room, ignoring the immediate groans and complaints from the players inside.

“again?” you huffed, pointing toward the gym doors. “why do i have to keep reminding you guys to pick up after yourselves?”

leehan, who was in the middle of changing into a fresh jersey, blinked at you. “damn, i thought we locked the door.”

“she probably kicked it open,” riwoo muttered, adjusting his towel around his neck.

jaehyun, who was seated on the bench, barely looked up as he tied his shoelaces. “maybe if your team spent less time complaining and more time training, you’d actually win more games.”

your jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

he finally glanced up, a teasing glint in his eyes. “just saying.”

taesan whistled lowly. “oh, you’re dead.”

woonhak patted jaehyun’s shoulder like he was saying his final goodbyes. “it was nice knowing you, man.”

you took a deep breath, shaking your head as you turned on your heel. “you know what? forget it. next time i see even one of your bottles on that floor, i’m chucking it at your head.”

“looking forward to it,” jaehyun called after you, clearly amused.

god, you hated him.

as if the universe wasn’t already laughing at you, things got even worse when your teams had to start training together.

your school had decided that since both the basketball and volleyball teams shared the same gym, you might as well train under the same program for conditioning sessions. this meant early morning drills, weight training, and endurance exercises—together.

it was hell.

not because the training was hard (you could handle that), but because it meant spending more time around him.

the first morning session was already off to a bad start.

“alright, everyone, pair up,” the coach announced. “we’ll be doing partner drills for today’s endurance training.”

immediately, you turned to find one of your teammates, but before you could move, a familiar presence slid up beside you.

“guess we’re stuck together,” jaehyun said, his voice way too chipper for someone who just ran two miles as a warm-up.

you scowled. “who says?”

he gestured around. sure enough, all the pairs had already been formed, leaving you and jaehyun as the only ones unpaired.

“unless you want to run laps alone, i’d say this is fate,” he added, smirking.

you groaned. “curse.”

the drill was simple—one person would hold a plank while the other jumped over them repeatedly. then, you’d switch. simple in theory. infuriating in practice.

you started first, dropping into a plank position while jaehyun jumped over you. the first few were fine. but by the fifth jump, you were sure he was messing with you.

“are you—” you gritted out, arms burning from holding yourself up, “—doing this on purpose?”

jaehyun landed smoothly before hopping over you again. “doing what?”

“jumping so damn slow.”

“you should be thanking me. i’m giving you more time to work on your arm strength.”

you clenched your jaw. “i swear to god—”

“switch!” the coach called.

you got up, shaking out your arms before shooting jaehyun a glare. “watch how it’s actually done.”

he smirked, lowering himself into a plank. “looking forward to it.”

you took a step back, bounced on the balls of your feet, and leapt.

you might’ve landed a little too close to his back.

“jesus—are you trying to kill me?” jaehyun yelped, bracing himself.

“oops,” you said, not looking the least bit sorry.

from then on, training together became a battle of who could annoy the other more.

—

but the worst part? meal times.

since both teams had the same conditioning schedule, the coaches thought it would be a great idea for you all to eat together in the dining hall. something about team unity and bonding.

you called it suffering.

because every single meal, without fail, jaehyun would find a way to sit across from you.

like today.

“morning, partner.”

you didn’t even look up from your tray of eggs and rice. “go away.”

“nah, i like it here.”

you stabbed at your food aggressively. “why are you like this?”

“like what?” he asked, reaching over to steal a piece of your egg with his fork.

you smacked his hand away. “like that!”

leehan, seated next to jaehyun, chuckled. “dude, one day she’s gonna actually throw hands.”

“and i’ll be ready,” jaehyun said, grinning at you.

you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to your food, determined to ignore him. but then—

clink.

you glanced up. jaehyun had casually placed his sports drink on your side of the table.

you frowned. “what?”

he smirked. “just marking my territory.”

sungho nearly choked on his juice. “bro, that sounds so wrong.”

taesan snickered. “he means his half of the table.”

you glared. “i hate you all.”

━

and then there was the winking.

the first time he did it, you thought it was an accident.

the second time, you realized it definitely wasn’t.

but by the fifth time? you were convinced he was just doing it to piss you off.

during games, during practice, even in the hallways—jaehyun had made it his personal mission to wink at you whenever he got the chance.

like during one of their practice matches.

you had been forced to stay behind in the gym, waiting for your team’s turn. so, unfortunately, you had a front-row seat to watching jaehyunshow off.

you sat on the bleachers, arms crossed, watching as jaehyun dribbled past a defender with ridiculous ease. he moved with that effortless confidence, quick on his feet, spinning past his opponent before driving straight to the basket.

the ball swished through the hoop, nothing but net. his teammates erupted into cheers.

jaehyun turned, scanning the gym, and then—

wink.

you scowled immediately. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

your teammate, yuna, who was sitting beside you, snorted. “what is his problem?”

“he is the problem,” you muttered, gripping your water bottle with unnecessary force.

yuna hummed, clearly entertained. “you know, for someone who ‘hates’ him, you sure do pay a lot of attention.”

“i have to! someone needs to keep his ego in check.”

as if to prove your point, jaehyun jogged back to his side of the court, smug as ever, and made direct eye contact with you again.

you knew what was coming.

another wink.

you groaned dramatically, throwing your head back. “i hate him.”

woonhak, who had overheard from the bench, grinned. “that’s funny, ‘cause he sure loves pissing you off.”

you shot him a glare. “gee, really? hadn’t noticed.”

━

the winking didn’t stop. if anything, it got worse.

during practice, in the dining hall, even when you passed him in the hallways—he somehow found a way to send you that stupid, infuriating wink.

like today, after your volleyball practice.

you had just finished a brutal set of drills, sweat dripping down your back, when you spotted the basketball team lingering near the entrance. they must’ve been waiting for their turn in the gym.

and, of course, jaehyun was right at the front.

you barely spared him a glance as you grabbed your water bottle from the bench, but that didn’t stop him.

“looking good, captain,” he called out.

you narrowed your eyes. “shut up, jaehyun.”

he laughed, raising his hands in surrender before winking.

you swore you saw red.

leehan, standing beside him, sighed. “dude, what if she actually kills you?”

“nah,” jaehyun said, grinning, “i think she’d miss me too much.”

you threw your towel at his face.

━

but as much as you hated to admit it, life was never boring with jaehyun around.

even when the two of you were forced into situations that made you want to rip your hair out—like the latest disaster your biology professor had cooked up.

the day had started out normal enough. until you got your test results back.

you stared at the glaring red F on your biology test, feeling your soul leave your body.

beside you, jaehyun whistled, holding up his own paper with an identical F. “ouch.”

you turned to glare at him. “why are you failing?”

he shrugged. “dunno. wasn’t paying attention.”

“of course you weren’t.”

before you could spiral into a full-blown academic crisis, your professor cleared his throat, looking way too pleased for someone who had just failed half the class.

“since many of you didn’t do well on the test,” he began, eyes twinkling mischievously, “i’ve decided to give you all an opportunity to redeem yourselves.”

murmurs filled the classroom. you remained suspicious.

“you will be given a partner—someone who also failed.”

you immediately got a bad feeling.

“together, you will complete an assignment on responsibility and care. an experiment, if you will.”

you glanced at jaehyun, who looked just as confused.

the professor smiled. “for the next week, you will take care of an egg.”

silence.

then—

“a what.”

the professor clasped his hands together. “an egg! consider it a simulation of caring for a delicate, fragile life. you must protect it at all costs and document your progress. and, of course, your partner will be chosen randomly.”

your stomach dropped.

and then—

“y/n and jaehyun,” the professor announced.

you slammed your head onto your desk.

jaehyun, meanwhile, let out a low whistle. “well. this should be fun.”

you turned your head slightly to glare at him, cheek still pressed against the desk. “i swear to god, if you break our egg, i’m breaking you.”

he grinned. “relax, partner. we’ve got this.”

you groaned. “this is literally my worst nightmare.”

jaehyun leaned back, crossing his arms. “nah. your worst nightmare is me leaving the gym extra messy just for you.”

you lifted your head just enough to glare at him. “don’t test me.”

he winked.

you nearly flipped your desk.

“now listen carefully,” your professor continued. “your assignment is simple. you must keep your egg safe for one full week. if it cracks, you fail. if you forget it somewhere, you fail. if i so much as suspect that you’re not taking this seriously, you fail.”

you felt a headache forming.

professor lee’s eyes narrowed. “and trust me, i’ll know.”

a collective shudder ran through the class. professor lee was infamous for his unconventional teaching methods. last semester, he had made students carry around cabbages as part of a psychology experiment. cabbages.

you glanced at jaehyun, who was still grinning like he had won the lottery.

he thinks this is a joke.

you groaned. “i’m so screwed.”

“nah,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “we got this.”

you turned to him, deadpan. “jaehyun. you literally failed this class.”

he placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “so did you.”

“yeah, but at least i actually tried.”

he snorted. “right. well, don’t worry, partner. our egg’s in good hands.”

you didn’t believe that for a second.

“one last thing,” professor lee added, holding up a basket. “before you leave, come up and receive your child.”

you almost choked.

child?

yuna was practically vibrating with laughter beside you. “you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“shut up.”

jaehyun, on the other hand, was already making his way to the front, completely unbothered. when he returned, he was holding the egg in his palm, studying it like it was some ancient relic.

“alright, partner,” he said, plopping into his seat. “meet our kid.”

you stared at it.

it was just a normal egg. nothing special. fragile, small, and already giving you anxiety.

“we’re so failing this,” you muttered.

jaehyun scoffed. “have a little faith.”

you gave him a pointed look. “jaehyun. be honest. how long do you think you can go without dropping it?”

he paused.

then—

“...three days?”

you groaned again.

this was going to be the longest week of your life.

—

the first day of the project was already testing every ounce of patience you had.

you and jaehyun sat at one of the library tables, your so-called child resting in an old coffee cup between you. professor lee had made it clear that this assignment wasn’t just about keeping the egg safe—you had to document everything. feeding schedules (which made zero sense), bedtime routines, and even bonding activities.

you hated every second of it.

“this is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done,” you muttered, tapping your pen against the table.

jaehyun, who was busy doodling little lightning bolts around the word thunder in your shared notebook, smirked. “that’s because you lack vision.”

“oh, i have vision. i see our grades plummeting.”

he leaned back in his chair, tossing his pen in the air before catching it effortlessly. “relax, co-parent. we just have to act like responsible adults for a week.”

you squinted at him. “you literally left the egg unattended five minutes ago to go buy chips.”

he waved you off. “our kid was fine. independent.”

“it's an egg.”

“it's our egg.”

you exhaled sharply, choosing to ignore him as you scribbled in the notebook. but then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught him reaching for the cup.

you tensed immediately.

“what are you doing?”

“holding my child.”

“no. no touching.” you moved the cup further away. “i don’t trust you.”

he looked genuinely offended. “wow. you were the one who almost knocked it over earlier.”

“because you distracted me!”

“because you were making that stupid face while writing.”

“stupid face?” you gawked at him. “i do not make a stupid face.”

he shrugged. “if the shoe fits.”

you smacked his arm with the notebook. “contribute to this or i’m making you do the whole thing by yourself.”

“fine, fine,” he sighed, taking the pen from you. he twirled it between his fingers before scrawling something next to your notes.

you glanced at the paper.

“bonding activity: jaehyun teaches the egg how to shoot a three-pointer.”

you stared at him.

“you’re a menace,” you said.

he grinned. “and yet, here we are. bonded for life.”

you groaned, dropping your head onto the table.

and somewhere in the distance, leehan and taesan—who had been watching from another table—exchanged glances before bursting into quiet laughter.

the first time you stepped into jaehyun’s room, you had one goal: check on the egg, make sure it was intact, and leave.

but of course, nothing was ever that simple with him.

“welcome to the nursery,” jaehyun said, kicking the door shut behind him.

you rolled your eyes. “nursery? it’s your room.”

“our son lives here now,” he replied, completely serious. “show some respect.”

you sighed, stepping past him. his room was… surprisingly neat. you expected a mess—basketballs lying around, clothes thrown over furniture, maybe even an unmade bed. but aside from a few scattered notebooks and a pile of hoodies in the corner, it was normal.

too normal.

“where is it?” you asked, crossing your arms.

jaehyun walked over to his desk and held up a small shoebox. he lifted the lid, revealing the egg nestled in a bundle of socks.

you blinked. “you put it in a box?”

“i made a crib,” he corrected, placing the box gently on his bed. “cozy, right?”

you sat down at the edge of the bed, peering inside. "you could’ve at least used a tissue or something instead of Nike socks."

“those are premium cushioning. only the best for our kid.”

you scoffed, but you couldn’t deny that the egg was perfectly fine. untouched. safe.

and then, jaehyun did something unexpected—he sat next to you. not across from you, not at his desk, but right next to you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

the usual chaos, the usual bickering, the usual tension that made you want to strangle him—it was still there. but something else settled in between the silence.

it was different here.

“so,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “how’s it feel knowing our son sleeps in my room?”

you turned to glare at him, but the second you did, you realized just how close he was.

your breath caught.

he was leaning on one arm, watching you with a lazy smirk, the kind that usually annoyed you to no end. but here, in this room, on this bed, it felt like something else.

something you didn’t want to name.

“i don’t care where it sleeps,” you muttered, looking away. “i just don’t want it broken.”

“i’ll take care of it,” he said, and for once, there was no teasing in his tone.

you swallowed. “good.”

but when you tried to stand up, he didn’t move.

“jaehyun.”

“hm?”

“move.”

he grinned. "say please."

you shoved his shoulder, and he finally let you go with a laugh, flopping back onto the bed as you practically sprinted for the door.

“same time tomorrow, co-parent?” he called after you.

you slammed the door behind you, heart pounding.

your hell starts the moment you start noticing things about jaehyun that you shouldn’t be noticing.

it’s the way he moves on the court—fast, precise, like he already knows exactly where the ball will land before it even gets there. it’s the way he runs a hand through his hair when he’s frustrated, the way he rolls his shoulders before a free throw, the way his eyes flicker to you after making a perfect shot, as if waiting for your reaction.

and it’s infuriating.

because now, even when you’re supposed to be focusing on your game, your team, your own plays—jaehyun lingers at the back of your mind like an annoying pop song you can’t get rid of.

but the worst part? it’s not just at the gym.

it’s when you’re in his room, sitting on his bed, checking on the egg like always. except now, you’re hyperaware of how close he sits, how he sometimes lets his arm rest against yours like it’s nothing. how, when you pout at him over something stupid—like the way he insists on calling your egg “junior” instead of a normal name—his gaze flickers to your lips for half a second too long.

and jaehyun?

he’s in denial.

because this was not supposed to happen. he wasn’t supposed to want to kiss you when you scolded him. wasn’t supposed to feel heat creeping up his neck when you absentmindedly played with your necklace while talking. wasn’t supposed to care that your team captain from another school once called you “impressive” after a practice match.

he wasn’t supposed to want you.

and unfortunately for him, his friends have noticed.

“so,” woonhak drawls one afternoon, lazily dribbling a basketball as they sit on the bleachers, watching you and your team wrap up practice. “when are you gonna admit it?”

jaehyun doesn’t even look up. “admit what?”

leehan snorts. “that you like her, dumbass.”

“i don’t,” jaehyun scoffs, leaning back against the bench.

sungho raises a brow. “right. that’s why you’re staring at her like she personally offended you by existing.”

jaehyun looks away immediately, only for leehan to chuckle.

“you do realize she probably feel the same way, right?”

that makes jaehyun freeze for a second.

taesan hums. “she still argue with you, sure. but i see the way she get all flustered when you compliment her. she didn’t used to react like that.”

jaehyun opens his mouth to deny it again, but then he thinks back.

to the way you stumbled over your words last week when he casually told you your spike was getting better. to the way your breath hitched when he tucked your hair behind your ear. to the way you hesitated before leaving his room the other night, as if you were starting to feel this too.

maybe his friends were right.

and that’s when jaehyun decides: it’s time to test the waters.

so he starts pushing boundaries—just a little.

at the gym, after practice, he doesn’t just wink at you like usual. he lingers, waiting for you to react, grinning when you groan and shove him away.

when you come over to check on the egg, he always has food ready, pretending it’s no big deal when he slides a plate toward you.

“i didn’t ask for this,” you huff, poking at the meal he made.

“didn’t say you did,” he shrugs, sitting across from you. “but you always look tired after practice. eat.”

and that confuses you.

because what the hell is he doing? what the hell does he want?

you’d always known jaehyun as the annoying basketball captain who drove you insane, but now…

now he’s holding your hand a second longer than necessary. now he’s calling you “co-parent” with a lazy grin that makes your stomach twist in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. now he’s casually running a hand through his hair while watching you in between classes, like he knows something you don’t.

and you hate that it scares you.

because if this is just another game to him, if he’s just messing with you—then why does it feel so real?

the egg cracks.

not metaphorically—though, honestly, it might as well be—but literally.

you’re standing in jaehyun’s room, holding what used to be your child (as he so dramatically called it), staring at the jagged fracture running across the eggshell. your breath catches in your throat.

“oh, shit,” you whisper.

jaehyun, who had been leaning against his desk, looks up from his phone. “what?”

you slowly turn to him, the broken egg cradled in your hands like a crime scene.

“we killed junior.”

for a moment, there’s silence. then—

“oh my god,” jaehyun breathes out, eyes widening.

“we’re failures.”

“we’re murderers.”

“professor lee is going to slaughter us.”

“okay, first of all,” jaehyun says, quickly moving toward you, “you’re the one who dropped it—”

“don’t you dare pin this on me.”

“—and second,” he continues, ignoring you, “we just need a replacement.”

you blink at him. “you want to… replace our child?”

“wouldn’t be the first time people switched babies at birth,” he shrugs.

“you’re insane.”

“do you want to fail?”

you purse your lips. no. but—

jaehyun sighs. “look, we can sit here mourning an egg, or we can fix the problem. your call.”

you scowl at him, but he’s right. begrudgingly, you set the cracked egg down and grab your bag.

“fine. but if we get caught—”

“we won’t,” he grins, already grabbing his car keys and intertwining his hand with yours, “let’s go, co-parent.”

—

you manage to replace the egg. you turn in your project. you pass.

but that’s not the ending.

the ending is this:

it’s late, and you’re at jaehyun’s house, sprawled out on his bed like always. the ceiling fan hums softly overhead, casting slow-moving shadows against the walls. the scent of his cologne lingers in the air—clean, familiar, a little too comforting. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, lazily spinning a basketball on his finger, gaze half-lidded with concentration.

you’re supposed to feel relieved. the project is over. the ridiculous assignment, the stress, the stupid arguments—you survived it all. but your head is still spinning, not from exhaustion, but from something else. something heavier.

because things have shifted. you don’t bicker as much anymore. the teasing has changed. the tension isn’t sharp—it’s something softer now, something unspoken that curls around the edges of your conversations. something that lingers in the way his eyes stay on you a little longer than they should.

“so,” jaehyun says suddenly, voice cutting through the quiet. “you’re still thinking about it.”

you blink at him. “thinking about what?”

he finally looks at you, and the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s amused.

“us.”

your stomach flips. you sit up too fast, the mattress dipping beneath you. “there’s no us.”

jaehyun smirks. slow. knowing. like he’s heard the lie in your voice before you even said it.

“sure,” he hums, spinning the ball again. “but i think about it.”

your breath hitches.

“what?”

he tosses the ball aside. it rolls off the bed, thudding softly onto the carpet, but you barely hear it over the sudden rush of blood in your ears. because he’s shifting, leaning in, invading your space in a way that makes your pulse stutter.

closer than necessary. closer than friends should be.

“i think about how much fun it is to piss you off,” he murmurs, and his voice is different this time—lower, rougher. “i think about how much i like having you around.”

his hand lifts, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. the touch is barely there, but it burns.

“and i think about how, if i kissed you right now, you wouldn’t stop me.”

your breath catches.

because he’s right.

but the worst part? you don’t want to stop him.

you don’t move when his gaze flickers down to your lips. you don’t push him away when his fingers graze your jaw, thumb tracing slow, feather-light circles against your skin.

and when he finally tilts his head and closes the distance, when his lips press against yours in something hesitant but undeniably real—

you kiss him back.

710 notes · View notes

ihangelic · 7 months ago

Text

BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECS

warnings. sfw & nsfw. legal line only. all categories sorted by oldest to youngest. this list includes my own works (i’m shameless). more works will be added overtime, so keep coming to look!

keycode. ⚠︎ = smut/suggestive, ☀︎ = fluff, ☾ = angst

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. if any authors tagged want their @ slashed or not be tagged again, please lmk! keep in mind this list is literally just my personal readings, so it’s not going to have an ‘even’ amount of anything.

under 1k:

☾, ☀︎ heartache by @zynz0 | contains. jaehyun x gn!reader, angst to fluff note. love me some satisfying angst

☀︎ we call it love by @nicholasluvbot | contains. taesan x fem!reader, fluff

⚠︎ untitled by @soobinskii | contains. sub!leehan x fdom!reader, smut note. author has written leehan exactly how i love sub!idols to be written: desperate, horny and adorable :(

⚠︎ untitled by @hazeytae | contains. stoner!leehan x afab!reader, smut

above 1k:

☀︎ ⚠︎ pretty boy by @hanfourz | contains. sungho x gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, christmas setting note. I JUST LOVED THIS IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND DOMESTIC IDK TT <3

⚠︎ baby blue by @camstqr | contains. virgin sub!sungho x fem!reader, smut, f2l note. this is 7.7k and i want to kiss author’s brain for it.

☀︎ evening glow by @loserlvrss | contains. riwoo x afab!reader, fluff, f2l note. this was written absolutely beautifully, author really knows how to paint a picture. also their backstory and coming to realize feelings and the decisions they made i found really relatable. there was just something so poetic yet raw about this work.

⚠︎ one more night by @heechwe | contains. ceo!jaehyun x fem ceo!reader, smut note. well written smut with a fun concept!

☀︎ forgotten grocery list by @loserlvrss | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, fluff

⚠︎ ☀︎ kiss culture by @ihangelic | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, clingy/sick jaehyun, fluff to smut, winter setting

⚠︎ ☀︎ pas de punk by @ihangelic | contains. punk!taesan x fem ballerina!reader, e2l, band au, smut, fluff

☀︎ almost, but not quite by @gluion | contains. leehan x gn!reader, fluff, s2l, university au note. i’m speechless while also having so much to say. this read like a coming-of-age movie, the scenes and choices of where to put a dialogue break— everything was so well thought out. (also, the moment i saw that author listed the marias and the neighborhood as the first two songs for the fic’s playlist, i knew it was gonna slap.) i was literally hooked on the first sentence— fish pun intended. the awkwardness was so endearing, how leehan constantly wanted to be around reader yet denied feelings, the ponyo references and fish/ocean analogies? a gorgeous, feel-good read.

⚠︎ sleepyhead by @blueberrybeomgyu | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. THIS IS MY SHIT! SOFT SEX- like idek how to describe it but i love when writers can write smut that’s so fuzzy and soft and warm?? literally have admired this writing style of smut for years and i can’t seem to do it. incredible writing.

⚠︎ mine to ruin by @ihangelic | contains. dom!leehan x fem!reader, smut note. one of my own works, but i really like this one! contains plushie humping and guided/mutual masturbation.

☀︎ more than a little bit by @jigeuminunbich | contains. leehan x fem!reader, fluff note. AHG I JUST LOVE THIS! the love confession was a great touch and was realistic and super cute to me!

⚠︎ distracted by @melohann | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. i think this is one— if not THE first bnd fic i’ve ever read and it’s one of my favs. rather cute for smut.

⚠︎ wet the bed by @0310s | contains. leehan x gn!reader, smut

☀︎ love and suds by @bananielle | contains. leehan x reader, fluff, comfort note. perfect for when you have a bad day, anxious, or just need to relax.

613 notes · View notes

miusoju · 14 days ago

Text

JUST FOR THE BIT ─── kim woonhak

woonhak breaks his arm doing something dumb. you sign his cast—and suddenly, he doesn’t mind being injured so much.

cw: woonhak x fem!reader, fluff, woonhak being a dumbass, classmates to ???, highschool au, slight crack, not proofread ( sorry not sorry ) 731 wordcount

◜ ᴗ ◝ 　 this fic short as hell... i didnt know how to finish it sorryu guys TT

woonhak swore that he was fine. totally fine. it was just a little fall. it was totally worth the flip he tried to land off the bleachers ( it wasn’t worth it ). here he was now, sitting in class with a dumb bright cast on his arm and an obnoxious pout on his face. you walked in a bit late, as usual, sliding behind him before pointing at his casted arm. “so you actually broke your arm,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dumbass, oh my god!” you grinned. “it’s not broken, just fractured… ‘kay?” woonhak muttered, trying his hardest to sound cool, but his ears were already turning red. you sat next to him and grazed your hand over his cast, bland and boring you thought. “crazy how nobody has signed your cast yet,” you spoke, rummaging through your bag to find a sharpie. “it’s fine, not like i want—” he paused, eyes widened as he realized what was going on. “wait are you going too—” “yup,” you smiled, trying to think of something to write. woonhak tried his best to hide the smile that was creeping up his face. as woonhak looked away in embarrassment, you quickly wrote “woonhak, get better soon, or else.” with a cute heart on it. woonhak turned back and you gave him a cheeky smile, closing the marker and pushing it into your bag once again. he stared at the message as if it was carved into his soul. “damn, i’m never washing this cast..” “you’re not supposed to wash the cast in the first place…” you slapped your head in second hand embarrassment. “oh yeah..” he stifled a laugh. but for the rest of the day, woonhak kept staring down at the spot where you wrote your message—like it hurt a little less now lunch rolled around and woonhak was still babying his arm like it had been amputated. he had a tray on the non-broken arm, trying his best to balance it without looking like a complete idiot. you spotted him from across the cafeteria, walked over to him, and grabbed his tray before it could fall. “seriously.” you chuckled, “you’re walking so slow, gosh.” “i’m injured, okay?!” woonhak replied dramatically, already sliding into the seat next to you. you rolled your eyes, clearly done with his bull. “you fractured your arm and you're acting like you are a war veteran.” you said while setting the tray down. “still traumatic..” he mumbled, pouting while he looked away. you laughed, half because of how serious he looked and the other because his fork missed the chicken he was trying to stab. “do you also need help feeding yourself now?” “wouldn’t complain if you did…” he mumbled under his breath, his lips curling into a smile. you tried your hardest to ignore the flip your heart just did at that remark. “just say you want sympathy,” you whispered. he shrugged, trying to act chill, but he was anything but that. woonhak stared at his cast—your handwriting filling his thoughts as he ghosted his fingertips across the writing. you moved your chair closer to him, watching as he stared at the cast. “you must really like what i wrote,” you sang, catching him in the act. woonhak blinked, caught in the act, “no—yes, maybe..” his voice suddenly got quieter—softer than you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth before. “it’s cute, the heart at least, not the part where you basically threaten me.” ‘well i meant what i said, do that again, and i’ll break your other arm.” you said coldly, making woonhak shiver. the both of you cracked up at the thought of that— woonhak with casts on both of his arms. as the laughter died down, you noticed woonhak went back to looking at his cast, a cute smile plastered on his face. it was like it wasn’t as heavy whenever woonhak read your words in his head. “it was kinda worth it,” he mumbled, you looked up at him, setting your gaze on him as you watched him. “falling. getting this stupid cast. ‘cause now it has your name on it, and i like that.” you blinked. hard—trying to process what he said as if your heartbeat didn’t just quicken. woonhak didn’t say much after that, just looked up at you, with that dumb lopsided smile of his before eating his chicken once again.

191 notes · View notes

blue-jisungs · 4 months ago

Text

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ GETTING READY WITH TAESAN 🧸ྀི — wc 585

[ extras ] a bit suggestive~ (and not proofread but are we surprised atp)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! told u i have something for u @yudaies :3

@onedoornet ˙ . ꒷ 🧺 . 𖦹˙— @kstrucknet

you sighed in frustration, brows furrowed and eyes focused on the necklace. the sound of dongmin’s footsteps grew closer and soon enough, there was a soft knock on the door.

“can i come in, pretty?” his voice was gentle.

“yeah, please do. actually, i need your help” you said and turned your head towards the door.

your boyfriend was dressed in an elegant suit, hair handsomely slicked back. you smiled when you noticed he’s eyeing you as well.

“woah… you look…” he started, jaw dropping. with a laugh, you just shook your head.

“thank you. see, that’s why i had to keep you out of here. i wouldn’t be able to finish this look” you giggled. “but could you help me put on the necklace? my nails are a bit too long”

“of course” dongmin grinned and walked up to you. but his hands didn’t go directly to the necklace - they landed on your hips. slowly going up, he noticed you rolling your eyes through the mirror standing in front of you.

his fingers were a bit hoarse, yet carried gentleness. he swiftly grabbed the closing of the necklace and lazily clasped it. the contrast of the cold metal and his warm skin sent shivers down your spine.

“thank you” you whispered, the air suddenly getting heavy.

dongmin’s fingers still lingered on your back, tracking moles and beauty marks on your exposed shoulders.

“no problem” he hummed, lips dangerously close to your ear. you watched him through the mirror, a mischievous glint in his ebony eyes.

his hands trailed back to your hips, pulling you closer to him; whereas his lips trailed small kisses from your ear down to your neck.

“min…” you sighed.

occasionally leaving love bites, he made sure to soothe them with kisses after. he just hummed into your skin, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

“don’t you dare” you mumbled and caught his gaze through the mirror. his teeth gently grazed against your neck.

“dare what?” he asked innocently and continued to pepper your shoulder with kisses.

“dongmin” you warmed, yet to no avail. a gentle bite into your shoulder made you groan. sparks of playfulness danced in his eyes, a shadow of a smirk painting on his lips.

you suddenly turned around and yanked him by his tie, forcing him to look at you. his features turned into shock but were quickly replaced by curiosity.

“i am now going to cover those marks that you left. give me ten minutes and we’re ready to go. please, do not test my patience” you warmed. you both knew it was a teasing game, anyway.

“or what?” he cocked an eyebrow.

pulling him by his tie, your lipstick covered lips crashed against his. giving him no time to breathe - and respond - you made sure the kiss was extra messy, smearing lipstick all over his lips.

you pulled away and watched his blown pupils, breathing rigged. letting go of his tie, you patted it down and fixed it.

“two can play this game” you hummed and went to grab your concealer, shades of pink and purple slowly blooming on your neck. “see, this is what i meant. i just can’t get ready in peace with you”

dongmin blinked slowly and watched you.

“min” you called.

“y-yeah?” he responded, still quite taken aback by your backfire. not that he minded.

“please don’t forget to wipe your face” you sent him a soft smile and he looked in the mirror. at his lipstick covered face.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @bbangbies ,, @jvkeslvr ,, @loserlvrss

395 notes · View notes

ilysungho · 2 months ago

Text

a/n: inspired by this sfw link... i'm sick… contains: taesan x reader, fluff, kissing, nothing else really

sitting on taesan’s lap and testing the new makeup he bought for you…

his hands roam around your body, eyeing your concentrated look as he does what you say. his eyes are sparkling with glitter, and the eyeliner you put on him only expresses his gaze of love for you more than before. even the highlighter on his nose bridge, although a different shade from the eyeshadow, shimmered as you tilted his head side to side. satisfied, you moved onto trying out the lip products you've been hearing all about. and with him being the best boyfriend he is, taesan knew he had to include them in this gift for you. he smiled at your pout, studying the lip liner's creaminess on the back of your hand before attempting to line his plump lips. admittedly, they were the perfect tool to test out anything really, so you knew that no matter what, he would pull it off well. you held onto his chin with your thumb as you opened your mouth just a bit for him to copy. his mouth agape, you finished lining before moving onto the most recent shade releases of your favorite lipstick. one was a lighter shade, applying it on the center of his lips, and then proceeding to do the same with the darker shade on the outskirts of where you just applied the first color. he patiently sat, his thumb rubbing circles on your sides as he paid more attention to the sound of your breathing rather than the vinyl he started playing before getting in this situation. you motioned him to rub his lips, although lightly so that you can see how the ombre works out by showing him how to do it with him following your lead. lastly, applying your own clear gloss, you held his shoulders, happy with the final product. your gaze on his colored lips, you mumble out a "pretty," satisfied. and just then, he pulls you closer, kissing you once, yet intensely. the sudden act left you flustered as he let go, cupping your cheeks with a softened expression accompanied by his love filled stare. "you're the prettiest."

277 notes · View notes

flqwerjo · 2 months ago

Text

˖ ݁˖ ❀⋆｡˚ ─── 𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒𝒃𝑢𝑔

˚.❀𝑨𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑌ᵎᵎ how they express their love for you

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊 ─── headcanons , love language, established relationship ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 ─── 0.7k

𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

˚.❀𝐽𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛

I think this one is pretty obvious ── physical touch. He's a touchy guy by nature so of course , he'd also be clingy and touchy with you. There is one love language that he also likes to show you ── acts of service. You're his girlfriend, his muse , the sun in the sky ── you're his everything and he practically worships the ground you walk on. So , you as his girlfriend shouldn't even have to lift a finger. He'll insist on doing the things for you ── be it your shoelace loosening or opening a bottle , he will react and act before you even have the chance to make a move. To be honest, he's a lover boy ── he speaks all the 5 love languages , love is his language. But those two are the ones he shows the most towards you.

𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍

˚.❀𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

Had to get my gears turning a little for this one , but Sungho's love language is Quality Time. He doesn't need to be touching you all the time to show you he loves you or that you love him , nor does he feel the need to gift you 24/7 or expect you to always gift him something ── if he sees something that reminds him of you , then he'd just simply send you a picture and give you a call to ask if you want it , simple as that. He enjoys his personal bubble , but he also enjoys having you inside of his personal bubble ── just knowing that you took time out of your day to be with him has his heart warming up and fluttering inside his chest.

˚.❀𝑅𝑖𝑤𝑜𝑜

His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. Being an introvert , he really really enjoys his personal time and his own bubble ── but he doesn't mind sharing it with you , in fact , he likes it and finds it quite relaxing. Now , for the words of affirmation part ── he likes to praise you , to compliment you , to know about how your day went and cheer you up when you feel down , he expects the same. Give him compliments , tell him that he's doing great and listen to him just as well as he listens to you , hear him out and let him speak what's on his mind ── it deepens the bond the two of you already have.

˚.❀𝑇𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛

Gift giving! He's creative , a playful guy with artistic hobbies and skills. He loves giving you gifts and he'd also like to receive some from you , but I'm not talking about simple flowers or chocolate ── no , things that remind you of one another. He likes to get a little crafty and create cards for you where he'd express his feelings ── another reason why it's his love language. He's bad at expressing himself through talking so his words sometimes come out in a teasing way or in a way you'd think he was mocking you if you wouldn't know him as well as you do. He pours his feelings out through written words. He also made a playlist with songs that remind him of you , he even composed and wrote a couple songs about you!

˚.❀𝐿𝑒𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑛

Words of affirmation and quality time with a touch of physical touch! He loves talking to you and ... he really likes how interested you look whenever he talks about fish. He knows that he can be a bit boring and lame when it comes to his hyperfixation , so knowing that you're actually interested and listening to him gets him all smiley and happy. He loves being with you , you guys don't even need to touch as long as you're near him but he will sneak his hand closer to yours without you noticing or realizing it until you feel your hand gradually getting warmer from his body warmth

˚.❀𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑘

Also had to turn on my gears for this one but I feel like it's acts of service ....and maybe a small touch of physical touch. Listen , it really warms his heart when you help him out ── what do you mean you took the time out of your day to help him study for his exam or do his laundry while he's busy trying to study by himself ? What he loves the most is when you cook something for your giant of a foodie , he'll smile so brightly that you'd get blinded by his pearly whites before he gives you a confident yet shy kiss on the forehead. Now , don't tell Jaehyun this , but he secretly likes physical touch like YES ── coddle him , kiss him , hug him , whatever you do gets his heart beating faster.

220 notes · View notes

heeheesang · 2 months ago

Text

𝜗ৎ maybe we'll meet at the bar cafe .ᐟ

➜ barista! riwoo , barista! yn , toxic ex! jay . after a break up with your boyfriend of four years ... who would've known that a step in staff would teach you what a man is ?

➜ warnings ! mentions of smoking , cheating

" YN ! YOU'RE LATE AGAIN ... " SUNGHO NAGGED AT ME AS I SIGHED , " I KNOW I KNOW , I'M SORRY . MY MOM CAME HOME LATE AND NOBODY ELSE WAS AT HOME TO LOOK AFTER MY YOUNGER BROTHER . " I APOLOGISED AS I PLACED MY HAIR UP INTO A BUN .

" you should've texted me ... " sungho sighed and patted my shoulder . " i texted myungjae but i guess he's not clocking in ..? " sungho shook his head as i gasped , " only one manager today ? good luck bro . " sungho giggled as soon another man walked in .

" ah ! you must be ... sanghyuk ? from east i assume ? " sungho asked as the ginger head man nodded , placing his bag next to mine as he smiled . " i'm sorry you had to travel to the west ... store is busy and — " sungho sighed as he heard the staff groaning from outside .

" it's okay haha ... i volunteered to come ! myungjae is one of my friends so i'd do anything . i do owe him too ... " sanghyuk intercepted as sungho sighed in relief . " well this is yn , she's our assistant manager and you can come to her any time for help . " sungho introduced me as i smiled and bowed at him .

" well ! i look forward to working with you , even if it's just for a day — myungjae told me alot about you ... " sanghyuk mirrored my actions as i chuckled . " okay enough giggling , get on with the crew . " sungho nagged as the both of us side eyed him before leaving the office .

" you know how to make the drinks right ? our stores have the same drinks ? " i asked as sanghyuk nodded , smiling at the rest of the crew who was on the floor . " alright ..! then i'll have you in charge of the drinks as well . ning , this is sanghyuk . sanghyuk , this is ningning but all of us calls her ning . have fun you two . " i smirked at ning before walking off to the back — helping jay make the pastries .

" he's a cute guy . " jay said with a straight face , not glancing at me once . " he's okay ... he's from the east ! he came down to help us ! " i enthusiastically said as jay clicked his tongue . " so you like seeing other men ? you sound really really happy , what is this yn . " he rolled his eyes before walking off to the oven .

" what do you mean , jay ... plus , it's not like i'm dating him . i'm dating you — " i was cut off when jay pressed a hot pan onto my hand , " dating me ? by what ? flirting with sungho ? eating with jaehyun ? what's next ? going on dates with the new guy ? oh please , yn . "

i held in my scream , " why are you always looking at the bad sides ?! i'm talking with my fucking manager about work , i'm eating with jaehyun because our lunch schedules never clash and don't even bother bringing up that new guy . fuck . " i winced as a few tears dropped from my eyes , running to the sink and letting the water run down my burnt skin .

" i've been with you for four fucking years , jay . four . do you think i'd go on dates or even talk to you if i talked to a guy ?! " i yelled as the whole cafe went silent . " baby , no ... " jay tried to come up to me but the kitchen door opened showing sungho standing there with ning's head popping in .

" is everything ... alright here ? " sungho asked as ning shot daggers into my eyes . " i'm fine . i'm going for a quick break , ning let's go . " i glared at jay once more before dragging ning out the door .

" i just ... i don't even know what's wrong with him anymore . it's like ever since he stepped into university , he became a different person , ning ... " i cried as i held a cigarette bud in between my lips before inhaling it .

" i already told you — it's a toxic man . he's being so toxic that it feels almost as if he's coming by only for emotional support or more . " ning replied as she wiped my tears , making sure her cigarette doesn't get close to my face .

" fuck . i'm just so tired now ... being in this relationship feels like a chore now . he's been hiding things from me too ... his location ... his gallery ... " i looked up to the sky before throwing my bud on the floor and squishing it with my foot . ning did the same , " then break up . "

and that's exactly what i did . the moment i stepped into the kitchen , i looked at jay straight in the eyes before saying — " let's break up . i feel like you're seeing another girl . " jay stopped his actions before reaching out to my cheeks and caressing it .

" baby ... you know i'd never do that . " jay whispered as i pushed his hands away . " show me your gallery then . you're always hiding something from me and i don't want to find out about it the harder way . " i screamed as his face became relaxed , " fine . " he took his phone out and slammed it on the kitchen counter before walking off .

the moment i pressed unlock , a picture of him with another girl showed up as the home screen . it wasn't anyone from his family but his girl best friend . he was kissing her cheek and he had his arm wrapped around the girls waist . i felt my heart drop to my stomach , " you fucking cheater ! get out ! i never want to see you again !! " i yelled at the top of my lungs as i threw his phone to the wall .

he chuckled and took his apron off , " fine . but i won't be sending money to you or your stupid poor family again . " he grinned before bumping his shoulder into mine as he left the kitchen .

i dropped to my knees and held it tight to my chest ... four years . four years all gone , just like that ... i knew ning was right , i should've believed her — but i was just too dumb in love . i cried and cried until i heard the kitchen door open , i immediately regained my composure and wiped my tears .

" sungho ... told me to come and help ? " sanghyuk said as i nodded and gave him a new apron . it was awkward between us , a long silence before he started speaking . " are you okay ..? you seem a little upset . do you not like making donuts ? " sanghyuk asked as i giggled , " i do ..! but , i don't know , just some thoughts in my head . "

" whenever i'm upset , i always think of donuts — they make me the happiest . sometimes i feel like i'm on a donut , swaying in an ocean of glaze . other times i just cry while eating them . " sanghyuk joked as i broke into laughter , " you eat while you're crying ? "

" i don't but ... you laughed ! that's the whole point of it , to put a smile back on your face . " sanghyuk said as he smiled to himself . my eyes softened , we haven't even talked for more than ten minutes and he's this kind ? unlike jay who i've been with for four years ?

" well thanks ... are you just like coming to help whenever myungjae's off ? " i asked as he looked at me before shaking his head , " i'm an assistant manager at the other store too ... i just come by whenever you're lacking staff ! " he replied as my mouth turned into an 'o' .

" thanks again for coming ... we got like half of the customers out all thanks to you . you make drinks really quick huh ... " sanghyuk giggled before shaking his head , " you have a great team so ! " he complimented as we both laughed , chatting away as we continued making donuts .

that's until ... he had to leave for break . " remember yn ! eat donuts when you feel like breaking down , i'll be back in an hour — don't miss me ~ " he joked as i threw flour on him playfully and he dodged it , leaving the kitchen as i was left alone to think once again .

was jay really just a bad guy ..? or was sanghyuk the definition of a man ?

" hey it's you again , " i greeted him for the eigth time in two weeks as i set up the drinks section . " it's me again ~ sungho put me on making drinks . i'm guessing you are too ? " sanghyuk replied as he looked down at me , rolling his sleeves up before turning on the tap water .

" it's okay , i can do that — " i stopped him and pushed his hands away but he shook his head , " i can't just sit and watch you open the store alone ... let me help . plus , i can't let a woman do things while i sit and play my phone . " sanghyuk shook his head as a small smile crept onto my face .

jay never did that for me ... he would always come in late purposely and work only when time starts . it's been two weeks since our break up , he's never been at the store since . his name was taken off every roster and he was kicked out of our group chat .

" so ! it's only you today ? " sanghyuk started as i hummed , refilling the coffee powders . " sungho took an off day today so looks like it's only us two assistant managers running . " i glanced up and smiled at him as he mirrored my actions .

after a while , we finished setting up the whole store and everyone had already clocked in . " okay ! ning and ricky , you're in charge of the pastries , sanghyuk and i will make the drinks , nana you'll be in charge of the front counter and ... myungjae ! you'll assist nana . " i announced their roles as myungjae smirked at me .

as soon as everyone was dispersed to their stations , myungjae walked up to me before bumping shoulders — " so ~ you and sanghyuk ? " i rolled my eyes and slapped his arm lightly , " we're nothing ! he's just here to help fill in . " myungjae hummed before getting serious , " ynie , if you ever need help with getting rid of jay — "

" shut up ...! nana take him away ! " i giggled as he got dragged away , walking up next to sanghyuk as he smiled at me . " i'm guessing you and myungjae are best friends ? " he asked as he placed the blender in .

" more like a trio ... with ning . we've been friends since we were juniors so , they're like family to me now . " i replied as he nodded with a thin smile before i started on my orders .

once we were both more relaxed , i asked him — " so how do you know myungjae ? " he leaned back on the counter , dropping down to my height , " we met since we were seniors . it's been about ... a good two years now . he's mentioned you a lot of times ... "

" oh did he ... " i smiled as he nodded , " also did you know that there's going to be a donut exhibition soon ? would you like to go with me ..? " sanghyuk asked as i looked down and bit my lips ... " i'm sorry am i asking you too fast ? i know you just got out of a relationship and you don't wanna be seen with other men — "

i looked at him as we held eye contact , " i'd love to , sanghyuk . just text me the details ! " i grinned from ear to ear as he sighed in relief . " i'll be sure to . "

" yn , look ! a life sized donut cushion !! should i get it ?! " sanghyuk jumped around in the exhibition shop as i chuckled , taking pictures of him on my digital camera as he hugged the cushion .

" it's cute hyuk ... but that costs a hundred dollars ... you'd be wasting money ... " i adviced him as he sighed before putting the cushion back down , " you're right ... my mom wouldn't allow me to get it either . " he looked down like a sad kid as i chuckled and patted his back .

not even a second later , he gasped before grabbing my wrist lightly and dragging me over to the keychains section . " we could get matching keychains !! " his smile never faded , he really loved donuts huh ? my eyes softened before nodding , " you should get the pink one , i like the blue one . " i said as he nodded happily , taking both keychains and immediately running up to the cashier .

" your total rounds up to fifty dollars ! cash or credit ? " the lady asked — before i could tap my card , sanghyuk whipped his out and tapped it on the terminal . " hyuk ! " i whined as he giggled , " i can't let you pay , what gentleman would i be ? "

i rolled my eyes playfully , " are you guys a couple ? you look very cute together , matching keychains as well ~ " my eyes widened as sanghyuk chuckled , " we aren't ... but thank you ! " with that , we left the donut exhibition as he took my bag away from me and put the keychain on .

i was about to take my bag back when he turned away with my shoulder bag on his arm , " nope ! i'll carry it for you ! " i tried everything i could do to get it back but soon realised how close we were — how close our faces were .

" it's almost seven pm ... your mom has to go work soon doesn't she ? " sanghyuk asked as we stayed in that position , our faces being a few centimetres away . i hummed before stepping back and clearing my throat , " hyunwoo would get lonely if i don't get back soon . " sanghyuk nodded as we headed back to his car .

being with sanghyuk the whole day taught me things . he always tried to help me without me having to ask , even if it was opening a bottled drink , or even missing a step on the stairs . he was patient with me — even when i complained about jay . i felt relaxed for once in my life .

" and .. we're here ! " sanghyuk snapped me out of my thoughts as he opened the door on my side of the car . was i thinking too much that i didn't even realise he pulled up ...? i smiled at him and mumbled a small thank you as i got out of his car .

sanghyuk willingly went up to my apartment with me , bumping into my mom on our way there . " is this your boyfriend , ynie ~ " mom asked as sanghyuk rubbed the back of his neck , " mom ... " i whined in embarrassment as mom chuckled and hugged me tightly , she hugged sanghyuk too — to which he didn't know to respond , understandable though he's an introvert ...

once we bid goodbye to my mom , we soon arrived at my doorstep . " thank you for today hyuk ... i really enjoyed it and i loved how ... kind you are today . you sure do know how to treat a lady . " i complimented as he bowed like a prince jokingly .

" well thank you for coming along with me ... who knows when's the next time we'll ever meet , am i right ? " sanghyuk said as i chuckled , " hyuk ... if you don't mind actually ... could you stay for a while ? i have to settle some admin stuff and i just know hyunwoo would disturb me . " i asked as his eyes lit up , " of course yn ! i don't mind , i don't have any plans either ~ "

a smile was plastered on my face as i opened the door , seeing hyunwoo watching television before running up to me . " noona ! you're home !! " he yelled as i hugged him tightly , " noona , who's this ? " hyunwoo asked as he pointed to hyuk , hiding behind my leg as he peaked .

" i'm sanghyuk , lee sanghyuk ! i'm your sister's friend ! " hyuk greeted himself as hyunwoo followed , " i'm hyunwoo ! park hyunwoo ! sanghyuk hyung , can we watch television together ?! my favourite show is on !! " he asked sanghyuk as sanghyuk smiled widely , nodding as hyunwoo dragged him over to the couch .

" i'll watch over him , ynie ... don't worry ! where's his room ? so i know where to put him if he does fall asleep ? " sanghyuk ran back and assured me as i giggled , pointing to hyunwoo's room before he patted my back , " you got this ! if you need help , you could ask me too ~ "

the moment sanghyuk left , i felt my cheeks heat up — i've never felt this before , not even with jay . was i falling in love all over again ...? this can't be ... i'm falling in love with a person i met a month ago ? i mentally slapped myself awake before taking my computer out , doing the rosters and looking through the ideas of new drinks .

" ynie , hyunwoo slept through the show . i already carried him in bed ... " hyuk whispered as he sat beside me , watching as i slowly fell asleep . " thank you ... hy ... hyuk ... " i stretched my arms as he chuckled , " you're getting sleepy , ynie ... you have work tomorrow too , don't you ? " i hummed at his question as i leaned onto what i thought was my hand .

" let's get you to bed ... you had a long day today , ynie ... " sanghyuk whispered as he stroked my head . " i ... work ... roster ... " i mumbled as he giggled , " okay ynie ... let's go ... " he patted me as i looked up at him , " carry , " i pouted as his eyes widened .

" please ? " i laid back down on his shoulder as he let out a short giggle before carrying me on his back . i guided him to my room and soon i was tucked under the covers , " thank ... hyuk ... " he continued patting my head as my cheeks grew hot . " goodnight cutie . " was the last thing i heard before going in a deep slumber .

YN : guess you're not coming in today ? :(

HYUK : not today ynie :( how's the crowd so far?

YN : not bad ... it's so boring without you here .

HYUK : it can't be that bad .. ning is at work today isn't she ?

YN : nope she called sick last minute ... it's only sungho , myungjae , nana and i today

HYUK : oh no ... since we have some free time , let's chat ? how was work so far ?

YN : horrible . jay walked in with his new girlfriend and i had to stop myungjae from punching him ...

HYUK : he came in today ?

YN : yea ...

HYUK : you aren't ... affected are you ?

YN : not at all ... also thank you for tucking me in bed yesterday hyuk :(

HYUK : that's good ! and no problem ynie ~

YN : ugh sungho's yelling at me , i have to go attend to customers :/ it's almost eight pm , i don't even know why people are still coming .

HYUK : i mean we are working ... but good luck ynie !! delivered

" welcome to — you again . what do you want . " i cursed under my breath as jay smirked , " you . i want you back . " i rolled my eyes , " i'm not falling for that again . " he chuckled , " i know you're struggling to make ends meet yn . the best option you have is to get back with me . " jay cockily said as he rested his arms on the counter .

" i have many options , you aren't involved in it . now are you going to order or not ? " i faked a smile as jay chuckled , " you're harder than i thought you were gonna be . what ? are you dating myungjae already ? it's only been a month since our break up , baby . "

" do not call me that . and you can't say shit knowing you openly cheated during our relationship . four years by the way . so again , are you going to order or shall i kick you out like how you got fired and kicked out of here ? " i stressed my words as my brows furrowed .

" it's that ginger head isn't it ? i saw your posts . are you guys dating ? " jay asked once more as i groaned loudly , " look ! are you going to fucking order or not ?! i have to be home in an hour and you're dragging my time ! and for the last time , i do not want to get back with you , i don't want anything to do with you and i certainly want you out of my life . " i yelled as sungho , myungjae and nana ran to my side , heads peaking out .

" did i ... interrupt something ? " a familiar voice came from the cafe doors that had just opened as my face softened immediately . i ran to sanghyuk's side , " i thought you ended at ten pm ! " i said as my eyes started to get watery and he obviously noticed it when he saw what was happening .

" i ended earlier ... i know you're ending late today and your younger brother would be alone . so , let's go ? " he asked as he patted my back , intertwining our hands as i dragged him to the locker room .

on our way there , my other arm was pulled back . " you know i'm better than him , baby ... please ? " jay begged as i released my wrist from his grip .

i was about to say something when sanghyuk stopped me , " she's happier now . realise how i treat her like a man and you treat her like a boy ? she isn't some toy to be passed around , she isn't a thing either . she's a lady , a woman at that . i heard that you even forced her to pay sometimes knowing that she's tight on budget to support her family ... what a man huh ? if you are better than me in any way , that would be playing with a woman's feelings — something i don't and will never do . " with that sanghyuk slightly pulled on my arm and we continued walking to the locker room .

the moment we arrived in , i started crying a river . memories of jay and i played in my head — the good and bad ones . sanghyuk hugged me , for the first time ever . he patted my head and encouraged me to cry it out . we stayed in that position for about thirty minutes before i remembered i have a younger brother to take care of — and that's when we left the cafe hand in hand to his car and to my apartment .

" oh ... he's already asleep . " was all i said before sanghyuk carried hyunwoo to his room and tucked him in . " you move fast ... " i mumbled as he joined me on the couch . " it's fun . aren't you going to bed , ynie ? "

i hummed at his question before resting my head on his shoulder , " stay here with me for a while . please ..? " he chuckled before nodding , he placed his hand on my shoulder and slowly caressed it as soon i fell asleep .

it's been almost five months since sanghyuk and i ever met . we've gone on a few dates ..? friendly dates ...? i have no idea , we never confirmed it . we've bumped into jay a bunch of times and hyuk would just claim me as his girlfriend ... even tho i wish it was real .

" noona ! someone's at the door !! " hyunwoo yelled as i sat up from the couch , waking up from my nap as i walked to the door and opened it . my eyes widened as i covered my face immediately , " hyuk ?! what are you doing here ... " i asked as he chuckled and put my hands down .

" you look way prettier like this ... also ! i had a day off and i wanted to come visit ... and bring the both of you out , sorry i didn't text earlier . i wanted to come as a surprise ... " sanghyuk rubbed the back of his neck before hyunwoo ran up to me and hugged my leg .

" sanghyuk hyung ! you came back ! " hyunwoo hugged him tightly before kissing sanghyuk's cheek . " woo , do you want to go out today ? and eat some ice cream ? " hyuk asked hyunwoo as hyunwoo's face lit up , nodding like a maniac as sanghyuk and i chuckled .

" noona ! what are you doing still standing there ?! go get dressed ! " hyunwoo nagged as he dragged sanghyuk to his room . i chuckled as i locked our main door , you finally have someone you like hyunwoo ...

about an hour later , a knock was heard on my door . " come in ! " i yelled as i sprayed setting spray and put on some lipstick . " noona ! you're so pretty !! " hyunwoo complimented as he stood on my bed and spun me around . i giggled at my brothers reaction , my eyes then flickered to sanghyuk — who's mouth was open the whole time .

" does it ... do i look okay ? " i asked as sanghyuk just stayed frozen . hyunwoo had to drag sanghyuk towards me becaue i couldn't move either , " you ... you ... woah . " were the only words that came out of his mouth before he eyed me up and down .

" you look ... beautiful yn . you look like a princess . " he stuttered as i chuckled , " thank you hyukie ... let's get going ? " i asked as hyunwoo and sanghyuk yelled in unison . sanghyuk had hyunwoo in his arms the whole time until we arrived his car , " you put ... a safety seat for hyunwoo ? "

he giggled , " yeah , isn't it so cute ? " he said as he buckled hyunwoo up , getting in the drivers seat as he started the car . hyunwoo was asleep the whole ride , being a six year old must be tiring huh ...

soon enough , we arrived at a cafe . it was an aesthetic cafe with flowers filled , they even had a small stall selling flowers — in which sanghyuk bought for hyunwoo and i . " thank you ... you didn't have to hyukie ... " i blushed as we sat down , " i know , but i want to . "

" noona ! i see my friend over there , can i play with her ?! " hyunwoo asked me very enthusiastically as he jumped . i chuckled and nodded , " be safe , i see that yena's mom is there too , make sure to send her my regards ? " hyunwoo nodded before running off to his friend , yena .

" yn ... can i um , ask you something ? " sanghyuk asked as i hummed . " well ... this isn't really the spot to do it but ... we've been talking for about — five months ? and i love spending time with you ... it feels as if you're the only person in the world i want to meet every day , i can't live a single day without seeing you or hearing from you ... i love having late nights at your place and having you sleep on my shoulder ... i love seeing hyunwoo happy , i love seeing you happy . it has been the happiest five months of my life ... and i want to make it a life time if you allow it . park yn , will you be ... my girlfriend ? "

i gasped as hyunwoo and yena popped out of nowhere , " noona !! say yes !! " , " unnie !! say yes !! " . i giggled , " are you being serious , hyukie ... you know my answer is yes . i'll be your girlfriend ! "

sanghyuk finally let out the smile he's been holding back , he sighed in relief as hyunwoo cheered around us with yena . " my noona is married now ! " sanghyuk and i choked on our saliva , " not yet ... maybe soon , but not now . " sanghyuk assured hyunwoo as he ran off to play again .

sanghyuk held his hands out as i placed mine on top of his , " i love you ynie . " a pop of pink exploded onto my cheeks , maybe even my whole face ... " i love you too , hyukie . "

ʚɞ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .ᐟ

➜ @hooneverse @sol3chu @yourssincerely-mimi @reikaxslvr @petralovesbonedo @enhabooks @mwahvvis @jaerisdiction @rairaiblog @jeonginontopforever @cheruphic @amarecerasus @koocreampie @lvlyhiyyih

ʚɞ bonedo 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .ᐟ

➜ x

ʚɞ tags !

➜ @lvlyhiyyih @seraph1nna @veerooniicaa

ೀ hhs' notes ! ➜ well ..! this was something ... this was a draft from a month ago please spare me if this is poorly written 💔 i love you guys hehe thank you for reading :]

81 notes · View notes

only4riwoo · 4 months ago

Note

thinking about selective mutism leehan who finally speaks to you when he feels completely comfortable around you<3

genre fluff cw none! other than mutism, there's nothing else note was kinda just gatekeeping this ask.. pls dont kill me.

Selectively mute leehan would..

he definitely communicates with facial expressions, meaning he's like an open book

shy and timid

avoids eye contact whenever you look/talk to him

when he finally gets comfortable enough to speak it's like a miracle

his voice startles you at first, the deep octave of it catching you by surprise

he mainly felt comfortable because of your shared love for fish and the ocean but also because you treat him like he's gonna break if treated too roughly

he's a sucker for subtle touches and hugs

100% just hugs you as a replacement for saying 'i love you'

the more he talks, the more he allows you to see him in another light

the moment he gets comfortable with you he's turns yappatron3000

absolute sweetheart loverboy. even when he chooses he doesnt want to talk, he's still attentive

he cries easily, especially when under pressure

136 notes · View notes

haorose · 5 months ago

Text

send in soft/hard thoughts for zb1 and bnd!

#zerobaseone hard thoughts #zerobaseone soft thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone soft hours #zb1 hard hours #zb1 soft hours #boynextdoor hard hours #boynextdoor hard thoughts #boynextdoor soft hours #boynextdoor soft thoughts #bnd hard hours #bnd soft thoughts

2 notes · View notes

hancorys · 6 months ago

Text

10:55 — date routine with taesan

genre: fluff, established relationship, just taesan being the sweetest !! pairing: bf!taesan x afab!reader wc: 704 warning: reader burnt her hands lol listen: bad — wave to earth

it was routine at this point. every time you and taesan had a date, you were always the first to start getting ready, and taesan, knowing how much time you took, would be the last to hop in the shower. it never bothered him. if anything, he found it endearing how much effort you put into looking your best, even though he constantly reminded you that you were beautiful just the way you were.

this morning was no different—or so he thought. after breakfast, you disappeared into the bathroom, and as usual, taesan waited for you to finish before taking his turn. by the time he stepped out of the shower, towel draped around his neck, he expected to see you standing in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on your curled hair.

instead, you were still seated at the vanity, one side of your hair straight while the other was only half curled. more importantly, you weren’t moving. your hands rested limply in your lap, and when taesan looked closer, he noticed the tears welling in your eyes.

his heart dropped.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing over to you.

you didn’t answer immediately, your gaze flickering to your hand, where an angry red burn had already started forming along your fingers. taesan’s eyes widened in alarm.

“did you burn yourself?” he asked, crouching beside you, carefully taking your injured hand in his.

you let out a shaky breath. “yeah,” you muttered. “it’s not just a little burn either. it’s going to scar.”

taesan frowned, gently brushing his thumb over the unburned skin on your palm. “why didn’t you call me?”

“i thought i could handle it,” you admitted, glancing at the mirror with a defeated sigh. “but now i don’t even know what to do with my hair.”

taesan’s gaze followed yours, taking in the uneven curls. then, without hesitation, he straightened up and held out his hand. “give me the curling iron.”

you blinked at him. “what?”

“you heard me.” he reached for the curling iron, but you pulled it back instinctively.

“taesan, you don’t know how to use this.”

he scoffed, tilting his head. “you underestimate me.” then, gently, he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror. “come on, let me do it.”

hesitant but intrigued, you handed him the curling iron. he took it confidently, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel with a precision that shocked you. he held it in place for the right amount of time before releasing it, letting the curl bounce into place.

your eyes widened. “wait… how do you know how to do this?”

taesan smirked, continuing his work as if he’d been styling hair for years. “i watch you do it all the time. guess i picked it up.”

“you… learned how to curl hair just from watching me?” you asked, laughing softly despite yourself.

“yeah,” he said, shrugging. “plus, i’ve seen enough k-dramas where the guy helps his girl get ready. i figured it couldn’t be that hard.”

he worked diligently, carefully curling each section of your hair, making sure to keep his fingers far from the hot iron so he wouldn’t end up burning himself too. the concentration on his face was almost adorable, his brows furrowed slightly, lips pursed in focus.

a few minutes later, he stepped back, admiring his work. “there,” he said proudly. “good as new.”

you turned your head side to side, examining the curls in the mirror. they were perfect. better than what you had done yourself.

“okay, i’m officially impressed,” you admitted, looking up at him.

taesan grinned. “i accept payment in the form of kisses.”

rolling your eyes, you reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. he turned his head at the last second, making you land on his lips instead.

“taesan!” you gasped, swatting at him.

he only laughed, leaning down to peck your forehead before grabbing your uninjured hand. “come on, let’s go before we’re late.”

you squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the curling iron burn. “thank you,” you murmured.

taesan gave you a soft smile, intertwining his fingers with yours. “always.”

400 notes · View notes

ihangelic · 7 months ago

Text

BND WHEN YOU KISS THEM MID-ARGUMENT

pair ; boynextdoor (legal line) x gn!reader genre ; fluff, barely-there angst warnings ; established relationship, silly arguments, couple shenanigans, petnames wc ; 2k (abt 400 words each)

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note ; mb by @/aeriinwonderland

! . . . COPYRIGHT OF IHANGELIC

𝒥aehyun. . .

it’s not like you and your soft hearted boyfriend were prone to arguments, but today was a mix of stressors for the both of you that made for a perfect storm.

a grumpy look from jae, a snippy comment by you, and the next thing either of you knew, you’d been arguing for the last few minutes. (like ten minutes tops, but that’s long for you two.)

when you see the telling sign of tears in your boyfriend’s eyes, you know it’s gone too far; even if you’re only lightly bickering about who was the one to leave the tub of ice cream out on the counter to melt. (🍡 — continued under cut)

your boyfriend is as tough as a stuffed puppy: all soft on the inside, made for love and snuggles. he’s not used to arguing with you and he absolutely hates it.

your heart fills with guilt, and that small fire burning in your chest, fueling the argument— it’s snuffed out without a seconds notice.

jaehyun doesn’t even notice you walking closer (probably thanks to his unshed tears blurring his vision) until you’re wrapping your arms around his middle.

acting on pure instincts and the overwhelming need to make your baby feel better, you press a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for a long moment before pulling away with a small sound that has jaehyun’s stomach fluttering.

“wh— what…?”

he doesn’t even let himself come up with a complete thought or conclusion, his eyes instead dropping to your mouth before pulling you into another kiss.

and that second kiss turns into butterfly pecks all over his cheeks, which gets your myungie all giggly, making you laugh a little yourself— especially with how he returns the attack, peppering his lips all over your face and making you ticklish.

“i’m sorry, baby. i was being immature and i wasn’t even thinking about how i could be hurting you until i saw you tearing up.”

“s’okay,” he hardly manages to say between his ministrations. “i was being dumb too. n’ you made me all better now.”

jaehyun finally pulls away from your face enough for you to see the adorably happy smile on his lips, causing you to react in a similar fashion as you giggle and fondly shake your head.

“you’re such a sucker for kisses, aren’t you?”

(after that, receiving kisses by your boyfriend in the middle of an argument or whenever one starts brewing is a regular occurrence, and it works like a charm every time. <3)

𝒮ungho. . .

(surprised cat number one.)

you were having what could hardly even be called an argument with sungho in the middle of the kitchen after you just cleaned it.

your chores are split 50/50; so when sungho walked into the room and saw missed, messy areas untouched, he didn’t find it very fair.

his tone is honestly rather gentle, and he never will raise his voice at you— but as he picks up a ‘clean’ spoon to show you the spots still left on it, notices you didn’t rinse the sink out after washing the dishes, and sees that you didn’t spray down the counter— it just snow balls from there.

you can tell he’s getting frustrated when his face tenses and his soft lecture turns into mumbled rambles, more to himself than you.

you want to tell him that you’re sorry, that you were just kind of going on autopilot and not paying close enough attention to how well you were actually cleaning— but you’re unable to get a word in or for him to actually hear you over his own thoughts as he continues fussing over things in the kitchen.

then you’re struck with an idea, a lightbulb over your head; it definitely might be cheesy, but you have a feeling it will work.

before you can sike yourself out of doing it, you walk up to sungho and cup his face into your hands.

his eyes widen in surprise before you’ve even completed the main mission, and when you lean forward to kiss his lips, a soft gasp escapes them.

his hands move to hold your waist, even though he hasn’t been able to process what’s happening yet— all he knows is that you’re kissing him (and he really likes when you do that).

the kiss is sweet and lingering, sungho’s hands eventually moving to hug you against his chest as he comes back to his senses.

even when you finally pull away, his hold on you never falters.

“did you just use a drama tactic on me to make me shut up?” he asks, expression somewhat shocked as his brows are raised, yet he has an amused smile and fond eyes while he looks at you.

“yeah.” you admit smugly. “did it work?”

(spoiler alert: it definitely did.)

𝑅iwoo. . .

if you and your boyfriend are arguing, it’s most likely the two of you worrying about the other’s wellbeing and health.

for instance, if there’s a cold wind outside and you’re about to go out for a walk together, riwoo always picks up your coat from the hook to put it on you— but the problem is, you don’t always want to wear it.

“riwoo, it’s not even that cold. we’re gonna be walking around and then i’ll get too hot.”

“baby, you need to wear it!” 🥺

he speaks in pout, trying to convince you with his cute face and pleading eyes. “you know if you get too warm in it i’ll just carry it for you.”

your ‘arguing’ (which most onlooker would think is really cute and comparable to a married couple) would continue from there, until riwoo finally decides to try and wrangle you into his arms and put the coat on you.

you’re both giggling and struggling against each other— and if you’re being completely honest— you’re not really putting up much of a fight, on account that you secretly enjoy riwoo fussing over you.

finally he manages to hang the coat over your squirmy shoulders and wraps his arms around yours, putting you ‘in prison’ as he calls it, to keep you from just shrugging it off.

you give a bratty huff, and in an act of defiance and ‘revenge’, smack a kiss on riwoo’s unsuspecting lips.

it’s done before anything hardly had the chance to start, you quickly pulling away, pretending that you’re not super shy and kinda embarrassed at your own actions.

riwoo is also shocked, his cheeks pink and eyes wide as he stares at you.

but it only takes a few seconds for him to clue back in, lips curving into an adoring smile, because he utterly adores you.

“…why did you pull away so soon, baby?” he asks, and a moment later he’s pulling you even closer to press his lips to yours, the kiss lasting for a lot longer— and deeper.

you get so lost in his kiss that you don’t even think to protest how he pulls the coat up your arms and zips it up— until he pulls away with a sneaky laugh, pointing childishly at you as he teases.

(and despite you ‘losing’ the argument, you can’t find in yourself to care. he’s just too adorable.)

“i got you! now come on!” he smiles, and you can’t help but smile too, letting him take your hand and lead you out the door to begin your walk together.

𝒯aesan. . .

(surprised cat number two.)

taesan is a good boyfriend and doesn’t get mad super often, but there is little pet peeves he has; if you manage to do one of those things on the list, it’s hard for him to not get a little upset about it.

the thing is, you’d almost rather have him nagging at you for whatever you’ve done to offend him, but most times he doesn’t; rather, he’ll opt to give you the silent treatment or avoid you.

(and by ‘avoid’, i mean he’s gonna pout and mope around rooms he knows you’re residing in, never directly talking or interacting with you but clearly hoping you’ll look his way and pay attention— because he’s kinda just a huge baby; as much as he refuses to admit it, he likes being fussed over by you.)

“love, just tell me what’s wrong.” you ask, tone lightly whined. but (shocker!), he ignores you.

it keeps going like this, you begging for taesan to just tell you what’s wrong and him not answering, until finally he turns around to look you right in the eyes— and then the words flow like a dam bursting.

his tone isn’t mean, he’s just clearly bothered— and you try; you try really hard to take him seriously and listen to his complaint…

but he’s just so cute when he’s angry. 🤭 (like bfr. we’ve all seen that clip of taesan being ‘mad’ at leehan. he looked absolutely adorable and not scary at all, like a kitten that just got wet and is pouting about it.)

and as his rambling just keeps going, you hold on until you can’t resist anymore, grabbing him by the arms and planting a kiss on his lips.

and although he still has many things to say 😤☝🏼, he still returns this kiss, lips moving sweetly against yours when he realizes what’s happening.

when you pull away, you expect him to be smiling— but instead, he looks even more angry then before.

that’s when you start actually getting a little scared.

“wow. you’re really just gonna interrupt me when i’m talking like that?”

“i— i’m sorry, taesan. i was trying—“

before you can finish, he’s pulling you into his arms and kissing you with fever, confusing you even further.

but when you feel his lips smile against yours as he kisses you, you realize that he wasn’t ever actually mad all along. 🥹

𝐿eehan. . .

hannie is just sooo not the argumentative type, so that means it’s you who’s the problem! 🫵🏼 (jk, but also kinda fr.)

if there’s an argument it’s usually going to have to be started by you, simply because leehan is not very confrontational at all, and he’s rather easy to please and be at peace with.

he doesn’t really have any issues with you because he’ll bring it up before it becomes one. on top of that, it’s very rare for him to show frustration (and practically non-existent in the realm of possibilities when it comes to you) because it doesn’t really go along with his nature.

but with that said— he’s human, and he has bad days too.

you got upset with him over something and it turned into an argument; debatably a one sided one— or at least it seems like that when you’re the only one getting mad and hannie’s just sitting there quietly listening.

it’s not until you look over at him again and see his furrowed brows and soft eyes— which appear clearly upset by your strong, opposing opinion— that you finally realize you’re hurting his feelings.

and then your heart sinks, the argument completely worthless and stupid now as you stare at leehan’s shiny eyes, downtrodden with sadness. 🥺

and the way he’s just sitting there quietly makes you feel all the more awful.

so you hurry over to him and cup his cheeks to press a delicate kiss to his lips, desperately wanting to make him feel better and wipe that heartbroken look off his face immediately.

when you pull away from his lips, he gawks at you with a deer in headlights look, not saying anything at all.

it makes you feel a little awkward and unsure of if you did was the right thing, so you ask—

“um— did that…work?”

he pauses for a while longer before humming deeply. “i don’t know. maybe…try again?”

that makes your stomach flutter with hope, and you do as he says in an instant, giving a peck to his forehead.

“and..here?” he asks, boba eyes looking at you adorably while pointing to his left cheek.

then it’s his right cheek— then his nose— then his lips again, until finally you burst into giggles at the continuous loop.

“i’m sorry, baby. i was being a jerk. i’ll try to be more careful expressing myself next time.”

“it’s okay,” he smiles, all happy and calm and perfectly content as he gazes at you with the most loving eyes.

“but…” he hesitates, and you give him a look of encouragement to continue his sentence.

“does this mean you’re changing your mind about us having an underwater wedding?” 😃

“no, leehan! i’m not getting married to you in scuba gear!”

taglist ; @yuzuksi @aeminju (if you’d like to be added, removed, or change what type of content you’re tagged in, dm me! <3)

1K notes · View notes

eunandonly · 2 months ago

Text

BOYNEXTDOOR WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON THEM

you just feel like home to me, soft and cosy and so very peaceful ─── that my guard started slipping before i even noticed

'𝐸 . boynextdoor + fem. reader 1199 · friends to lovers fluff reactions ୨୧ skinship, unestablished relationship archive

은혜 : this is the first work i'm posting after a good month or so >< i've been so busy with exams and other things but i pulled through and wrote this during a period that freed up during school!! it's not my best work, but i hope you guys still enjoy!! i'll try my best to be more active ~

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

myung jaehyun

jaehyun talks when he’s nervous. which is why your study session has mostly been him filling the silence with scattered thoughts about how unfair the history exam was, how the teacher stole his phone just because his alarm rang and how one of your classmates cheated but he “won’t name names.”

at some point though, he realises that you’ve stopped replying. he glances to his side. you’re slumped slightly forward, your arm bent beneath your head, fast asleep beside your open textbook and notes.

“you’re actually sleeping,” jaehyun mutters, his lips jutting out the slightest bit. “did i bore you that much?”

still, jaehyun shifts, shrugging his hoodie off to gently drape it over your shoulders. he pauses for a second before pulling it snug around you, careful not to wake you before sitting back, blinking down at his untouched question booklet.

he frowns.

“could’ve told me if i was boring you,” he mumbles, but his words don’t have bite. “and i don’t know what these questions mean.”

he doesn’t even pretend to study anymore. he just sits beside you, flipping your pen between his fingers and watching you breathe like it’s the most interesting thing he’s seen. you’ll definitely be mad when you wake up to see all the unanswered questions in his book, but that’s a problem for another time.

park sungho

you’ve been holed up at your usual corner booth, textbooks and half finished drinks scattered across the table. sungho’s voice had been the only constant. low, steady, teasing you every so often when you lost focus mid sentence, probably because you hadn’t slept in a good day and a half.

“you always make me carry the conversation,” sungho mutters, nudging your cup closer.

but you didn’t reply. he turns towards you, sarcasm loaded, and then stops cold.

your head is resting on your folded arms, face buried against the sleeve of your sweater. you’re fast asleep, the kind of sleep that only comes after fighting it for way too long.

“seriously?” he mumbles. “you fall asleep on me of all people?”

sungho leans back in the booth, tipping his head against the cushion, and sighs. “you’re lucky i like you,” he says quietly, glancing at your peaceful face.

when your shoulder slumps a little, he instinctively reaches out to steady you, arm looping behind you without thinking. his hand brushes your back once, like he’s checking to see if you’re real. or maybe he’s just making sure you’re still breathing after he saw you take three cans of red bull yesterday afternoon,

lee sanghyuk

you’re both sitting on a park bench after school, your backpacks between you, the sky turning pink and orange with sunset. the conversation had gradually faded into a comfortable kind of silence, only interrupted occasionally by the rustle of the leaves from the tree above you and a chirping of summer birds.

riwoo had noticed your head tilting slowly, your eyes fluttering shut. but he didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep on his shoulder.

he freezes. “wait are you–” he tilts his head slightly and you don’t move. “are you seriously sleeping?”

he can feel your breath against his neck, and for a while, he just stares forward, the faintest hint of a smile playing at his lips.

he tries his best not to read into it and fails completely. you murmur something in your sleep–unintelligible–the type of thing he could definitely spin into something he can tease you with.

riwoo pulls his hoodie sleeve over his hand and adjusts your head carefully so you don’t wake up with a nasty neck cramp. he looks away as he does it, face a little red.

“this doesn’t mean i like you or anything,” he mutters.

“okay. maybe a little.”

han dongmin

you’d been whisper bickering over a shared study worksheet, hunched over a table with you pencils and passive aggressive sticky notes, when you energy finally ran out. as it should, that’s what taesan thinks–you’ve been giving his snarky remarks for a good hour now. taesan caught the change in your posture first, how your pen slowed and your head dipping.

he glances over, annoyed, ready to make a cocky comment, only to see you completely out, your cheek resting on your folded arms, dangerously close to his elbow.

“you’re not serious,” he mutters under his breath. “you’re not actually sleeping when he have a project due–”

you shift slightly in your sleep, your knee nudging his under the table. taesan swallows, blinking down at you sleeping and exhales like it physically hurts him.

he sits there for a while, stiff and unblinking before he finally reaches over, so slowly it’s almost ridiculous, and slides his hoodie off to drape it gently over your shoulders.

you stir, but don’t wake. his hoodie’s big on you, and he looks away immediately, jaw clenched and face burning.

when a classmate passes by and sees, raising an eyebrow, taesan mutters about how “it’s not what it looks like.”

kim donghyun

you’d gone up to the school rooftop to escape the cafeteria noise, as usual, leehan in following with two bottles of pocari and that calm look in his eyes.

he notices how your replies start getting shorter, your eyes heavier.

when you nod off beside him, your head gently bumping his shoulder, he almost doesn’t react. leehan just blinks. looks down at you. Blinks again.

then–the faintest smile.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t flinch. he just watches the wind pull a strand of your hair across your cheek and reaches out, brushing it back with the lightest touch.

“you should sleep more,” he murmurs, voice quiet. “not just here.”

his shoulder shifts slightly, adjusting so you’re resting more comfortably. you don’t stir. leehan watches your brows furrow in your sleep, the way the corners of your lips twitch. you look pretty in the summer sunlight.

“i’ll wake you before lunch ends.”

but he never does.

kim woonhak

the game controller slips from your hand mid-match.

“hey, y/n?” woonhak turns, expecting you to be annoyed at his overkill win. instead, he sees you curled up on the couch, face buried against a pillow, your legs tangled in the blanket you’d been fighting over minutes ago.

he blinks. grins.

“seriously?” he whispers.

he carefully sets your controller down, then kneels beside the couch to check if you’re faking. “if this is some kind of trap because i triple headshotted you because i'm just too good–” he leans closer. sees the even rise and fall of your chest. the softness of your expression.

he tugs the blanket over you, then just sits there. watching you sleep. thinking about when exactly the friendship between you two got this comfortable. he also thinks about how well he did in the last match, too bad you fell asleep before he could rub it into your face. then he gets up and tiptoes to the kitchen, returning with your favourite snack. he places it beside you like some kind of offering.

“i’ll eat mine now,” he says quietly. “you can have yours when you wake up.”

he pauses for a second.

“you really should’ve seen my kill just now.”

350 notes · View notes

blue-jisungs · 1 year ago

Note

AND I SHUD BE SLEEPINH BUT-

So taesan is so back cat coded omfgdjdb. Like imagine playing with his oreo hair as he rests kn your lap n talks abt his day in soft tones. WHILE LOOKING AT YOU.

idk how to send soft thoughts

P.s- jaehyun whining cus taesan doesnt allow him to do that lmao

[ axe's memo ! ] STO0P THIS MADNESS I LOVE HIM NAUR:((( yk that one clip where he ruffles his hair and the they look like cat ears:(((((((((( dont touch me. also i love laufey.

[ extras ! ] just a soft thought!,,, and lol a brief mention of cannibalism but in a descriptive way ? eating a heart LIKE ULL GET IT WHEN U SEE IT ADWORAFSEID IM SORRY ++ not proofread

[ genre, au ! ] established relationship FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF !!! can be read as both idol or non!idol taesan :D

[ word count ! ] 304

[ net ! ] @onedoornet

days like this might just be your favourite.

vanilla scent in the air, a pleasant hum of something playing in the tv or the sound of the playlist that you and taesan made just for days like that. just chill, no rush, no chaos. more often than not you dont talk much, just enjoy each other's presence

this happens rarely - depending if his friends are out of the dorm. but today they are and this just triggers taesan's softness :(

hed cling to you like a lost kitten, attached to your hip. hes playing with the hem of your shirt while you cook. hes admiring you, lips slightly parted, as you do the most mundane stuff ever.

hes sooo clingy, esp after dinner when hes a lil sleepy too:( hell just rest on your lap, looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky yourself. while you chat his voice is low but tender, sending shivers down your spine. it blends just perfectly with the laufey song in the background.

playing with his hair feels illegal since he doesnt allow anyone to do that </3 but its you. he would let you rip his cage apart and eat his heart whole if you wanted. and he wouldnt mind, his love for you is way too seated in his body, soul.

and he secretly loves it. hell smile softly, lips turning upwards in a cat alike smirk, stretching a bit. sometimes hell doze off, soft snores escaping his lips <///3

but then comes jaehyun, waltzing through the door, bringing reality back. gasping, whining, jumping around you two.

"you never let me do that!"

"traitor!"

"me next!" (and only those words make taesan grunt, shaking his head. "yns mine" hed murmur quietly onto your skin, making usre no one hears... well, maybe expect you.)

m.list

taglist. no one yet

297 notes · View notes

ilysungho · 2 months ago

Text

track 1: 123-78 (MJH)

“I just like everything about her. If I had to pick one thing, it is not because she sings well. Just because it's 'cause it's you.”

a/n: hello!! this is the first out of 5 for the "no genre" fic series <3 i hope you guys like this!! lmk how it is of course hehe and thank you for reading ^-^ contains: jaehyun x reader, use of she/her pronouns for reader, baker jaehyun 😞, down bad jaehyun, jaehyun's bff taesan, fluff, lowercase intended (0.8k) no genre masterlist taglist: @ericlvr @mari3s @zynz0 @hanfourz @taylorluvation @antoncore @txtistheloml @jmclouds @brownetry @rizzwoos

if you looked out the window at 12:30pm every day, you were sure to spot the boy who lived across the street every day. on some days, he’d hold a single flower, a visible spot missing from one of the neighbors’ bushes. on some days, he’d have a small box of cookies from the bakery down the road, your favorite ones that he just so happens to know you like because he just so happens to work there. and on some days, he’d simply stand and wait there as he waves to you, knowing you’d open the curtain to look for him.

the alarm on your phone would go off at 12:32pm exactly, making jaehyun wait for you for just a bit longer before he rushed to work right after, always getting scolded by the manager for getting late. but his smile was so charming that everyone would just let him be. after all, he’s the reason business is booming.

people walk in just to see his face, yet the most genuine smile he’s given behind the counter is when he looks at the door opening to reveal your figure.

and that smile was no different as the small bell rang, signaling the entrance of a new customer. but the boy you were hoping to see it from wasn’t manning the counter. it was his best friend, taesan, instead. his bright red dye stood out amongst the number of rather pastel colored goods behind him, the only thing to compare it to being the big vase of roses a couple feet away, on top of the glass shelves of the cookie counter.

as you head over there to take your pick, you watch as the boy leaves to go to the back, his swagger of a walk calm, yet a face looking a bit worried.

and worried he was. he didn’t want you to leave the store before he got to jaehyun, telling him to go to the front instead, that he’ll carry on with baking the rest of the batch of whatever he was creating.

“why though? it’s not my turn to the front yet. and are you seeing me? i’m covered—” jaehyun pointed up and down, his apron covered with chocolate splatters while his shoes were turned white from spilled flour, “—from head to toe.”

“i wouldn’t be telling you to go to the front if i didn’t have a good reason. just trust me and go bro.”

trusting his friend, jaehyun walked out with a confused look. he didn't see why he was told to come to the register, but when you popped up in line, it all made sense to him.

his cheeks would've gone pink with a light blush, having seen you of all people, in his store. but the white flour covering it made him look rather cute instead. you reached your finger to touch his cheek, wiping a bit of the dust from him unexpectedly. and the now revealed light blush turned a deeper shade of red as his eyes widened, his stance frozen.

and your smile? the last thing he would want to see before his heart jumped out of his chest, willing to grab it just to give it whole to you.

"jaehyun, can you give me the cookies? please?"

a slow set of blinks, followed by a couple head nods, had the boy reaching out for the sweet treats you had placed on the counter. still in shock, yet luckily through muscle memory, he quickly checked you out, watching as you left the store, turning back to look at him once again, flashing your warm smile as him as he ignored the next customer in line.

"taesan. do you understand? she came to the store, touched my face, smiled at me, and before leaving, turned to smile at me again? like do you get it?"

the redhead sat at the corner seat, a dim light shining across both their faces, as he watched the excited boy ramble on and on about the simple interactions he had with you. he couldn't tell him to stop repeating himself, because jaehyun would just apologize before bringing it up anyways.

"ok but why do you like that girl? you're going so crazy over her for doing such simple things, yet you've liked her for so long alreader. is there any particular reason?"

“i just like everything about her. i can't just pick one thing. it's just because. it's 'cause... it's her, you know.”

laying on his crossed arms on top of the table, taesan just looked at the lovestruck expression on jaehyun's face, happy for his friend nonetheless.

"well, did you offer to pay for her order today?"

"ahh... no... i was totally frozen... i should've right?"

"it's ok jae. next time, pay for her, and type up a cute note on the receipt before you print it. she'll love it, trust me."

"ok, i will." jaehyun nodded as he thought about seeing you look out your window once again the next day, planning to grab a couple roses from the vase in store before he heads back home for the night.

thank you for reading! please like + reblog to show support, and feel free to leave feedback and comments through rb tags, anon messages, or dms! join the taglist through here! have a good day my loves <3

divider credits: star line by @cafekitsune, pearl line by @uzmacchiato

149 notes · View notes