#day6 drabble

[katyawriteswhump]

Please (don't) stop—steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember day 6

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 6 prompt, ‘chill,’ and @whumpcember day 6 prompt, “Please stop.”

WC: 963. Rating: T CW: None. Tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, post-Vecna/general canon injuries and healing, Eddie lives, happy ending. Summary: Steve and Eddie got together, post-Vecna, then promptly fell apart. Much like Eddie’s old van is falling apart, though at least Steve figures he can fix that…

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“Please stop!”

Eddie waved madly at the approaching vehicle, holding little hope of rescue. Who’d stop for a dude with a banged-up old van, shivering his long-haired-freak head off? The blinding headlights dipped, and… Christ-on-a-bike, they were stopping? Maybe charity wasn’t totally extinct in post-Vecna earthquake-stricken Hawkins.

Then he recognised the BMW. And the guy climbing out.

“Steve?”

“Hey, Munson.” Not ‘Eddie,’ then. Not anymore. “You okay?”

“Peachy. Van’s a bust, tho’.”

The casual switch of Steve’s attention—from Eddie to the van—felt chill as the son-of-a-bitch wind. Both sliced through Eddie’s bandages to his still-healing scars and heart.

Jesus, he should get over Harrington. Like, yesterday.

When Eddie was in hospital, he and Steve had shared ‘moments’—heck, Steve had been admitted too, his bat-bites also taking ages to heal. They’d talked for hours, laughed themselves stupid, gotten so fucking close. They’d made out as recklessly as if they’d never saved Hawkins, and it was still apocalypse-o’clock.

Didn’t change the facts. Steve loved Nancy Wheeler. Eddie’s memories of his heart-on-sleeve yearnings for her—before they’d embarked on their do-or-die showdown—proved indelible. Steve wanted her back, and after she and Jonathan split recently…

…Eddie couldn’t think about that now. Couldn’t have gone fucking worse, really.

Steve frowned at the van, doubtless regretting stopping. “What’s the problem?”

“Uuuuh, the exhaust dropped off?”

“Okay. Easy fix. Got tools in the car.”

“Woah, really?”

Steve’s attention reverted to Eddie in a death-glare. “When our town tumbles down around our ears, even a fuckwit like me can learn crap.”

“Dude, not what I meant! Only surprised you carried the kit. Anyone as metal as you with a Molotov cocktail is a guru of practicality in my book.”

Steve shrugged. And surely Eddie imagined that familiar tinge of yearning in Steve’s faint smile, directed not at Nancy, but at him.

“Shouldn’t take long,” said Steve. “Get in my car before you freeze your balls off.”

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Working by torchlight beneath the van, Steve tightened bolts and temporarily re-attached the exhaust with steel cable-ties.

Eddie’s van was fixed. Steve was… unexpectedly pissed about it.

If he’d had to drive Eddie home, they might’ve had to talk about stuff.  Like, why—after they’d kissed and everything—did Eddie start cheerleading Nance again as Steve’s one-true-love? Then throw himself at Argyll, who’d been confused-as-fuck. His annoyance pitched Steve’s near-constant post-concussion-headache from niggling to stabbing. Lying on icy asphalt, inhaling fumes, didn’t help. Dammit, he was getting lightheaded… heavy-headed? Whatever.

“Steve? Okay down there?”

“Jesus!” A familiar worry seized Steve. “You’re barely out of the hospital! What didn’t you grasp about staying warm in my car?”

Steve slid out and rose slowly, one hand on the van. The dizziness hit like a commuter train. He dropped the spanner and crumpled.

“Shit!” Eddie yelped, catching him.

Steve clutched Eddie’s jacket, his chin jamming Eddie’s shoulder. As the blobs cleared from his vision, he found his footing, and worry slammed anew. Eddie was still healing. Yet here he was supporting Steve, reassuringly solid. Steve suddenly recalled the last time he was held like this. Robin hugged him, of course… but held like this?

It’d been Eddie—in the hospital, when they’d cried for Chrissy, clung to hope for Max. Eddie’s hugs had been necessarily gentle. Somehow powerful, too.

Now Eddie rubbed his back, pressed his cheek to Steve’s hair, whispering, “I gotcha, Stevie.” Steve’s heart began throbbing against his ribs, much like his brain pounded against his skull.

Eddie helped him into the van’s passenger seat. Steve kinda cringed, like always when people looked after him. Especially Eddie, who’d been through way worse. That said, only Robin knew more than Eddie about Steve’s constant pain and… Fuck it. Settling into the seat, his tears pressed hotly. He turned to dry-choke down some pain meds—like they ever fucking worked!—before Eddie climbed in behind the wheel.

“Okay, Harrington. I’m gonna drive you home, providing this pile-o’-shit starts. Wouldn’t dream of driving your BMW.”

“Wouldn’t care.” Eddie reached for the ignition. Steve reached out too, stopping him: “I’m sorry.”

He’d not seen Eddie’s eyes this wide and scared since before they’d faced down Vecna. “What for?”

“I suck at finding the right words, but… I’m over Nance. Was never gonna work. What the heck was going on between you and Argyll?”

“A big fat nothing.” Eddie’s shoulders slumped wearily, doe-eyes literally impaling Steve’s soul. “I guess I wanted you to… ‘follow your heart,’ that poppy kinda crap, after everything.”

Steve squeezed Eddie’s fingers, clutching his lifeline. “Eddie, that’s exactly what I was trying to do.”

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Follow your heart? You mean… to me?

Eddie couldn’t immediately process Steve’s words.

He focussed on Steve’s face—slightly pinched, gray, somehow still so earnest—found himself squeezing Steve’s fingers back, wishing he could ease his pain. They’d shared so much, while healing together. Too much, maybe? As they bordered on crushing each other’s fingers, Eddie’s dumb heart finally ripped open:

“I’m sorry too. I missed you too fucking much, these past weeks. But look, you’re goddamn frozen, we better—”

“You’re colder, moron.”

In a flash, they held each other tight. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s less-injured shoulder, his breath warming Eddie’s scarred neck. Heat that seemed to yell, “Spin on it!” to the whole bullshit world suddenly blossomed between them. Eddie was so stupidly grateful.

When Steve lifted his head, he looked as hilariously hopeful as Eddie felt. His gaze flitted to Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie leaned in for the kiss. Steve inhaled sharply… forbiddingly? Eddie jerked back, super-quick.

“Please stop?” Eddie articulated the question he feared the most.

“Don’t you dare.” Steve’s smile was like summer sunshine. “I just… can’t believe, after everything, this is real.”

They gently enfolded each other—the gearshift jammed between them—and spent the rest of the night kissing all their chills away.

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[sxfterhearts]

[2:34am] come as you are

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluffy comfort fic

♡ word count: 710 words

♡ author’s note: oh what a privilege it must be to be loved by kang younghyun... (listen to: come as you are)

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You stirred from your sleep. It was dreamless; black and empty – but in the best way possible. 

There was way too much on your mind lately. Work had been keeping you busy, with deadlines piling up left, right and centre. That, along with mild disagreements with your family over trivial matters, and various life admin tasks that you’d been abandoning in favour of rest and doomscrolling, had left you running on empty for days.

Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking several times to adjust to the warm night light in the corner of your bedroom. It covered the entire space with an ethereal, golden glow. In the centre of it all, sat your dearest boyfriend, hunched over your study, fingers plucking silently at his guitar, headphones resting atop his head. He hummed softly to himself, completely absorbed in his music; his art.

It was a wonder to you how he was still able to function at this late hour. The little analog clock that stood by your bedside read 2:34am, and yet his hand flew across the pages of his notebook, scribbling hurriedly.

It was a wonder, indeed, how he had welcomed you home with warm arms and a piping hot meal after a long day at work. He even ran a bath for you with your favourite bath salts and kneaded at the knots on your shoulders until all the tension melted away with the fragrant liquid. Once he patted you dry with a fluffy towel and tucked you into bed, he willingly complied with your requests, taking care of your… other needs that only he could satisfy. 

And yet, after all that, he insisted on working late into the night.

This just wouldn’t do.

“Younghyun…” You called out, voice coarse and laced with traces of your slumber. 

At the softest call of his name, he turned around, pushing down his headphones to let them rest on his shoulder. He hummed, a gentle smile working its way onto his lips. He looked at you, basking in the dim light of your desk lamp – how it casted shadows on your soft features and your plump lips, still swollen and pink from his care. Your body, covered in his t-shirt that was several sizes too big for you, that was covered in another layer of duvet. Your hair that framed your face so perfectly, despite its slight messiness, was a sign that you slept well. Your eyes, that he was so familiar with getting lost in, beckoned him to return to his rightful place – next to you.

“It’s late, c’mere.” You said, hoping that you were convincing enough for him to abandon his work and cuddle you to sleep instead. Your lips formed into an adorable pout.

Little did you know, Younghyun needed little convincing to be stuck right by your side. He jotted down his remaining thoughts, lest they fade in the morning, and returned his instrument to its rightful place. In little to no time, he pulled back the covers and climbed in with you.

“You’re cold.” You complained, scrunching your nose adorably the second his bare arms and legs made contact with yours. The seasons were changing from spring to summer, and while the days were getting warmer, the nights still bore the remnants of chilly temperatures. Tonight was no exception.

“You’re warm.” He mumbled happily, getting into a comfortable position. His legs tangled with yours, much to your dismay, and his arms snaked around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. “Hmm, perfect.” He sighed, absolutely content.

You buried your face into his neck, deeply inhaling his natural scent. Nothing beats having your boyfriend right where you want him – next to you, in bed, in your arms, chest to chest. You could feel his heart beating next to yours as you both settled into each others’ bodies. 

“Let’s go to sleep.” He said, pressing his lips on the top of your head, filling his nostrils with the scent of your freshly washed hair, one of his favourite scents in the world.

You mumbled something against his skin, leaving him ticklish and curious about your words. 

He hummed questioningly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down against you.

“Love you, Younghyun. Now, forever, and always.”

“Me too.”

[logicgunn]

right on cue

On AO3

“Unlucky shot that...bit weak...”  

Rodney rummages in the Doritos bag blindly as O’Sullivan fumbles his strike, the cue ball glancing off the black. 

“Pool?” comes a voice from behind. 

Rodney looks over to see John leaning in the doorway in his panda t-shirt. 

“Snooker. First round of the world championship.” 

“Yeah? Any good?” 

“Stephen Hendry vs Ronnie O'Sullivan? This is history in the making—” 

John uncrosses his arms and points at the TV. 

“Uh, the dark-haired fella just walked out.” 

Rodney spins round, the Doritos falling off his lap. “He what?” 

“Hey, maybe someone’ll write a book about it.” 

[lover-of-midnight]

Forced To Stay Awake

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationship:

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters:

Merlin (Merlin)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort

Arthur Pendragon Needs a Hug (Merlin)

Worried Merlin (Merlin)

Febuwhump 2025

Day 6

Sleep Deprivation

Protective Merlin (Merlin)

Triple Drabble

Language: English

Collections: febuwhump 2025

@febuwhump

Ao3 Link

Summary:

“We will just have to wait and see. We will figure it out.” Merlin gave Arthur a small smile. “You need to get some sleep.” Merlin continued.

Arthur groaned as he slammed his head against the floor, making a small tuck sound. He closed his eyes briefly as tiredness pulled at his body. He tried to blink as he forced himself upright.

His eyes burned as he pulled his legs to his chest. He could faintly hear Merlin in the room. He would rather that he got some sleep than force him through this. It would be easier if one of them were rested.

“Arthur?” Merlin’s voice broke through the silent room. He easily sat down next to Arthur, scowling.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Arthur’s voice broke slightly. He couldn’t believe they were in his chambers, but it felt alien. As if he was in someone’s else room.

“We will just have to wait and see. We will figure it out.” Merlin gave Arthur a small smile. “You need to get some sleep.” Merlin continued.

Arthur was silent, his arms tensing up slightly. “I can’t. Knowing that you are in danger because of me.” He glanced slightly at Merlin, “I’m sorry. For this, for everything.” He swallowed the pain away. “I need to make sure they don’t come through the night.”

Merlin gently placed a hand on Arthur’s arm. “You did nothing wrong.  No one could have known that Cenred would have come so quickly. We will figure this out Arthur, I promise you.” Merlin tried to give him an encouraging smile, but both knew that it wasn’t something that would change soon.

“Go to sleep Merls. I will feel better in the morning.” Arthur gave him a tired grimace as he retrained his eyes on the door, hand on the sword.

No matter what will come, even if it is the last thing he does, he will make sure Merlin is safe.

[kpopincandy]

IMAGINES ARE BACK OPEN!!

I've recently started kinda writing again. So my requests for imagines/Drabbles/one shots etc is back open.

Groups I will write for:

Stray Kids

Ateez

Enhypen

Xdinary Heroes

P1Harmony

Seventeen

TXT

ITZY

(G)I-DLE

Mamamoo

Twice

Astro

SHINee

Day6

Monsta X

The Boyz

Younite

B.A.P

More groups will probably get added but for now these are the ones I'm most comfortable writing about on request!!

[smileyyoungchan]

Hi :)

I’m gonna start writing for NCT and TXT as well :)

Plus I have a potential big project coming up… we’ll see :)

[jazziwritesthings]

Mooties and non-mooties can you please send the accounts that currently/actively write for DAY6??? I can't seem to get the right tags to see really anything and I NEED IT

Please and Thank you

Also love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[belladaises]

SEVENTEEN FIC RECS (S.Coups/에스쿱스) pt. 2

back to directory ＼(^-^)／

Sweet Danger by @edenesth

cinnamon buns & warm hugs, pranks by @forcheol

to be in love by @daegutowns

a love that burns brightly by @wooahaes

dad of the year by @wondernus

Fireflies with you by @welcometomyoasis

take a chance with me by @hrts4hanniehae

Snowed In by @stayteezdreams

must love dogs by @nevernonline

All of the Girls You've Loved Before by @highvern

ONE LAST TIME by @spamgyu

boyfriend!Cheol // meeting the members by @wonwoonlight

drunken call by @magisland

Drunk with Love by @beomboomboom

[20:37] [20:17] by @gyu-effect

[2:08] glimpse of us, in which you get hurt in a car accident by @wongyuuu

your cherry flavored kisses by @hannyoontify

그렇더라고요 (when you love someone) by DAY6 by @shuahoonie

BANDAGES + KISSES by @hanggarae

Pucking Chemistry @minnieminshi

drabbles 1, 2 by @seungcheorry

9:47 am, eat. play. love. by @husbandhoshi

Still In This Holy Ground by @hirayaaraw

cherry bows by @slytherinshua

nightcap by @j-pping

third eye, For You by @writer-k-pop

april showers bring may flowers by @hannyoontify

live stream by @pileofwords

baby-proofing by @sluttywoozi

our ending is made for each other by @savventeen

Diamond, Mi Vida by @ontowanderlust

loved by @rubywonu

love by rubywonu-deactivated20230712

Raising Roses {on-going} by @hannieehaee

my pillow by @alohajun

53: the relief of fatalistic recklessness by @97-liners

baguette by @bwinnies

tripped by @sebastiannewai

how seungcheol says “i love you” for the first time by @boowanie

the truth untold by @viastro

virtue of humility by @haokyeom

[outofconcheol]

Tune In For Love (KSM x GN!Reader)

pairing: college radio host!Seungmin x co-host!reader

genres/au/rating: sfw, mostly fluff, the mildest of angst, idiots to lovers, pg

summary: When you and Seungmin come up with a crazy new idea for your radio show, a week of chaos and unspoken feelings unfolds. As you learn more about relationships, will the two of you tune in for love? Or decide to shut it down completely?

warnings: swearing, fake exes trope, a playlist of seungmin coded songs mentioned, stupid amounts of pining, mentions of relationship drama, they almost kiss, then they actually kiss, one mild (joking ) threat of violence, Jeongin being the best wingman ever, RAIN, Ningning, Joshua, Cheol, and Day6 all make cameos

word count: 2.8k

a/n: happy Seungmin day!! honestly this could have been a whole fic on its own but i'm happy with this cute little drabble! this draws some inspiration from the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon. our boy deserves all the love, i hope you enjoy!

“Okay everyone, this has been another week at The Sound FM, the university’s #1 radio station! ____ and Seungmin signing off!”

Your voice fades out to the tune of the hit that Seungmin had selected for the week, ears perking up at the rumble of the bass and the tick tick tick of the hi-hat. Another Day6 song. Congratulations this time. 

“When will you admit that you’re Day6’s number one fan?”

“When you admit that you’re their number two,” Seungmin adjusts his glasses, a devious smirk lighting up his face. 

(You were, but you would never give Seungmin the satisfaction.)

“That segment on how to deal with the stress of midterms turned out great! What should we do next?”

You fidget with your pen, tapping it against your notepad, twirling it around in your fingers, before moving to put it behind your ear–

Seungmin’s hands shoot out, fingers clasping around yours for a brief moment, and a shiver runs through you, despite the fact that it was sunny outside with not a cloud in sight.

“I had an idea, actually, well it’s not my idea, Jeongin brought it up..”

For however composed the two of you were on air, you turned into awkward rambling messes when the mics were off. It had always been like that though. You’d been hosting the show with Seungmin for the better part of a year and you still didn’t know why you felt shy around him, or why you’d barely progressed beyond simple acquaintances.

“There’s this girl that uh, he, yeah he wants to impress, so he was asking if our next segment could maybe have something to do with dating advice.” 

“That is sooo much better than the segment on recycling tips I was planning,” you nudge him, oblivious to the way his ears turn red.

“Oooh but what if we make it spicy you know? Like approach relationships from a different angle?”

“What angle?” Seungmin rubs at the back of his neck. “As far as I know, neither of us are in a relationship. I mean, right?”

“Right but no one else has to know that! What if we pretend that we’re exes, who broke up? Hindsight is always 20/20, people will eat that up!”

“I thought I was supposed to be the menace here,” Seungmin’s tone is deadpan but his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me Min,” you giggle. “So, what do you say we put your charm to good use?”

“You think I’m charming ___?” 

You miss the excitement in his tone, writing it off as enthusiasm for the whole absurdity of this plan.

“Who knows, Min! Maybe we’ll even find people! This is so exciting!”

Seungmin pauses briefly, a choked sound escaping his mouth, but you think you imagine it, watching him straighten and nod.

Laughter fills the studio as you bicker back and forth about what to include and how the next week would go. It was a risk, but you hoped it would pay off — both on the airwaves and maybe even for your stagnant love life. The possibilities were endless.

“Hello, and welcome to Tune in For Love! We are your hosts, ___ and Seungmin, and for the next week we’ll be tackling all your relationship questions and concerns!”

Your voice booms into the mic, echoing throughout the tiny studio, and you take a moment to mute yourself, heart pounding in your ears. Butterflies had begun to bubble up in your chest – you were really doing this.

“You ready for this?” Seungmin’s voice knocks you out of your daze, and you look over to see his lips twist into a lazy smile, running his fingers through his hair.

Fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip-flop?

You give him a shaky nod. It was probably just the rush of trying something new, so different from what you were used to. The simultaneous thrill and terror of dipping your toes into uncharted waters. 

Seungmin unmutes the mic, his softer, more melodious voice reverberating into the windscreen. He’d make a great singer, you think. Maybe for your next segment you could convince him to croon on air.

“We’re your resident experts on dating, whether it's still in the early stages of puppy love, the cool cruising of the honeymoon phase, or the bitter sting of love gone wrong. We have all your answers, right here, right now on The Sound FM!”

“Trust me, we’ve had experience with all of those,” you chuckle.

The story just falls off your tongue – a tumultuous end to a relationship that had never existed, one full of angst and heartbreak that even the finest writer couldn’t think of. Seungmin interrupts you spontaneously to respond to your dramatic anecdotes with dry quips of his, and you can’t believe it — you actually sound like a couple. A real couple.

“How was I supposed to know you were allergic to garlic? You let me take you to an Italian restaurant on the first date!”

“As my boyfriend, you should have asked my best friend about my allergies! That’s like standard dating protocol,” you shoot back, making sure to smile so that Seungmin knows you’re not serious.

“Noted, I’ll keep that in mind for the next relationship,” Seungmin grunts, the air becoming thick with a tension you can’t pinpoint.

Clearing your throat, your fingers hover over the buttons of the soundboard.

“How about we take some listener calls instead?”

The line crackles to life, a caller named Ningning groaning about how her girlfriend forget their anniversary and didn’t even apologize.

“It’s an honest mistake,” Seungmin mutters. 

“I don’t think so,” you counter, chewing your lip. “It’s important to be considerate of special moments like anniversaries, birthdays. It means you care. I mean Seungmin probably doesn’t even remember mine–”

“October 17th,” he interrupts you, and you go rigid. How did he even know?

I asked Jeongin, he mouths, and it only leaves you more confused. Why would he need to know that? It leaves you more embarrassed that you don’t know his exact day, only that it was sometime in September.  

Ningning rambles on, thanking you both for the added perspective and resolving to make things right with her girlfriend. You feel your heart warm at her determination, amazed at the effect that you and Seungmin had already managed to have on your listeners. 

Seungmin closes out the show, the easygoing and carefree chords of Polaroid Love ringing into the mic, and you think to yourself, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

As the sun sets, campus comes alive, buzzing with excitement. You glance out the window, watching students filter out of the library, walking towards the commons for a cup of coffee, or hugging outside their dorms. A deep pang of longing hits your gut, not sure whether its from watching them outside or the fact that you’re cramped here in the tiny studio, band posters all over the walls, and Seungmin is playing Love You For A Long Time, Maggie Rogers’ ethereal voice filling the space between you. 

“Had to ease you into our next listener call,” Seungmin grins into the mic. “This one is – ouch. It might hit home for some of us, I mean you all.”

“Hi, ___ and Seungmin? I’m Joshua, a senior. I’m calling because I have a dilemma – my best friend Seungcheol just started dating my ex, and I’m not sure how to feel. On one hand I wanna be happy for them, but on the other hand, I’m a mess. What would you do if you found out one of you was dating someone else?”

“Oh.” Seungmin breathes out, and he remains there, lips parted like he’s frozen. An awkward silence falls over the studio, and you’re sure Joshua is blinking on the other end of the line, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I’m not sure,” you shudder, thinking of the hypothetical situation. But it wasn’t so hypothetical. You and Seungmin were free to date people. There was nothing stopping you. But it still felt wrong somehow.

“I would give yourself some space, Joshua. Take time to confront your own feelings about this, and when you’re ready you can decide what to do. Let yourself heal first.”

“That’s a good answer,” Seungmin whispers, and you panic, muttering out a rushed goodbye before cutting the broadcast.

“Wow,” you sigh. “That was, I–, I guess I didn’t think of that when I suggested this.”

“Think of what?” Seungmin’s eyes glimmer with interest, and he leans in closer.

“How shit would get so deep? Like how would I actually react if that happened to me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Sometimes this feels almost like we’re not pretending,” Seungmin murmurs, a strained laugh escaping his throat, a mask for the change in his tone. 

You’re not sure what you want to say, but it feels like you should say something. The moment hangs heavy in between you two, and you don’t remember how Seungmin got so close, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Seungmin, I–” 

“You had a piece of hair in your face,” he responds, straightening up to stretch his arms. “It’s late, want me to grab you an americano?”

Shaking your head, you manage to muster up a weak response, telling him to go ahead without you. He nods slightly, before throwing his jacket on and slipping out the door, leaving you alone.

An unsettling dilemma dawns on you – this was supposed to be an act, but why did it feel so real?

“You know,” Jeongin’s loud chewing echoes in the dining hall, Seungmin bristling as he watches his friend stuff five french fries into his mouth at once. “I should revoke your roommate privileges for this stunt you pulled. I thought you were grumpy before, but breaking up with ____ has taken it to a whole new level.”

Seungmin scowls, cursing under his breath at Jeongin. Yanking his headphones out of his ears, the lamenting tune of These Days by Wallows cuts off abruptly. 

Outside the rain patters, echoing his stormy emotions. Over the course of the past week, his mood had felt like he was on the world’s most nausea-inducing roller coaster ride. The highs were the times he got to spend with you in the studio, cracking jokes and watching your eyes shine as the two of you came up with the next devious plot for the show. The lows were the knot in his stomach every time someone would call in with a question that hit a little too hard.

After this week, he was glad the show would end, and maybe you guys could go back to the way things were before. That easy, comfortable dynamic that always existed between you two.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin sees the way his eyes zone out, like he can read Seungmin’s mind. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking and it’s absolute bullshit. You’re in too deep, hyung.”

“I’ll fucking punch you,” Seungmin hisses. “What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just spill to ___ that this isn’t some game for me? That my feelings are real? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hyung–”

A gasp echoes from behind him, and Seungmin turns to see you behind him. Your lip trembles, and you lock eyes with him, a tear escaping the corner before you’re turning on your heels, running out of the dining hall. 

Seungmin stands there, frozen with the weight of what he’d just confessed, heart sinking to his shoes. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp jab to his arm, Jeongin’s fist colliding with it.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

The rain pelts the back of Seungmin’s neck as he runs, indifferent to the fact that he’s probably soaked to the bone, slipping and sliding along the cobblestone. He can make out your figure storming ahead furiously, like you can’t get away fast enough, and he speeds up, panic in his voice.

“___, wait! Please stop.”

His voice turns hoarse from all the yelling, and he’s about to give up, turn back in defeat (and go sock Jeongin cry into his friend’s shoulder), when you stop under a streetlight, your figure slumping. 

Seungmin is by your side in moments, not caring that he takes your hands in his, blowing on them to give you warmth.

“Y-you d-don’t even h-have an umbrella, w-what were y-you thinking?” he chatters, and he watches your lips turn up in a smile. But your eyes remain downcast.

“What about you?” you whisper, and Seungmin cocks his head, looking at you in confusion.

“I left my jacket in the dining hall with Jeongin—”

“No Seungmin, I mean what about you?” your voice croaks desperately. 

Seungmin takes a deep breath. There was no use in pretending anymore.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do,” he chokes out.

You take his hands in yours and Seungmin feels dizzy. The cold rain no longer bothers him, warmth filling his veins from the inside out.

“You think?” you sniffle.

“I know. I know I’ve been in love with you, since the day you walked into the studio and pitched your ideas for five-star dorm meals.”

“I really like your hands,” you blurt out, and Seungmin’s eyes widen in shock. That was not the response you’d been expecting.

“They’re warm when mine are always cold, I like the way they look when they’re holding a pencil, or when you bring me a cup of coffee. I like your voice too – the way you sing along to Day6 when you think no one is listening, or your annoying little laugh–”

“It is not annoying–”

You press a finger to his lips, and Seungmin thinks he might just evaporate. 

“Not now, Min. I’m trying to say something here. What I’m trying to say is that if there’s anything this whole week has taught me, it’s how much I like you. How much I want to have those crappy problems that everyone complains about with you, how much I want to celebrate birthdays with you, and anniversaries with you, and how I think I might collapse inside if I ever saw you with someone else—”

It’s Seungmin’s turn to interrupt you now,  cold lips colliding with yours, the initial shock replaced with heat. Your hands burrow into his hair and he draws you closer, hands weaving around your waist. The startled, frantic sounds of your breathing did nothing to help the pounding of his heart, and he wonders if you can hear it too. 

In this moment, Seungmin never wants to let go, holding you steady against him even when you part, your breath fanning in the cold air. 

“I just, I, needed to be honest. No more pretending.”

“No more pretending,” he smiles against your lips, nudging his nose against yours.

The wet slap of shoes against the pavement interrupts you both, turning to see the Jeongin behind you, Seungmin’s jacket in his arms. He takes in the sight of you two wrapped around each other, a smug grin lighting up his entire face.

“Hell yeah! It worked!”

“___ and Seungmin signing off, this is Tune in For Love on The Sound FM, and we’ve loved having you this week!”

The air in the studio buzzes with a different kind of excitement – the dreamy notes of Hypnotized by The Weston Estate filling up the room.

“Before we go, we have something to share with you–” your voice wobbles, and Seungmin reaches out immediately, squeezing your hand.

“Please send your email petitions in so our show doesn’t get canceled, but we’ve been faking it this whole time. We’re not actually exes.”

You can almost hear the collective gasp across campus, the soundboard going crazy as it lights up with calls.

“We are, as of yesterday, the happiest, and newest–, couple on campus,” Seungmin beams, his pride echoing through the mic and your heart lurches at how right it feels to be his.

You hit the answer button, the lines flooding with congratulations and well-wishes to the news.

“Congrats!” Ningning’s voice echoes. “I always thought you were the cutest together.”

“You make me want to find someone of my own now,” Joshua says in the background, and the studio fills with you and Seungmin’s laughter.

When the last call goes through, Jeongin gives you both a thumbs up, shutting off the soundboard. 

You turn to Seungmin, heart racing. 

“I can’t believe we actually did this,” he says,  half-laughing.

“Me neither,” you reply, a soft smile on his lips. “But I’m really glad we did. It feels… right, you know?”

“Thanks for being part of this with us,” he echoes through the airwaves, his voice sincere. “We’re excited to see what’s next—together. And while the show may be over, we hope you’ll still tune in for love every single week — no matter the topic.”

“Next – how to cook a five star meal worthy of any restaurant using just your dorm microwave…”

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[lov3rachan]

Loving you is a losing game

Love is pain and joy.

For some, the pain is blinding

Genre: Angst (no comfort) , gender neutral (you/your) [HEED THE WARNINGS!]

Nine angsty drabbles (divided in 2 parts) that are unrelated to each other. I divided it in 3 sections according to what kind of love it is.

Section One: hurtful love

Section Two: helpless love

Section Three: hidden love

Thanks to: @blueohs and @skzdreamer13 for their feedback, ideas and overall support!

Written: 16.01.2025-19.01.2025, 21.01.2025, 02.03.2025, 04.03.2025-08.03.2025

———— Hurtful Love ————

Bang Chan

“Let’s not go official, we can keep the you and me. Don’t ask: ‘What are we?’” - I like it (Stray Kids)

Warning: angst, fighting, mention of jealous sex, situationship

Playlist: I like it (Stray Kids), Taste (Stray Kids), Someone you loved (Lewis Capaldi)

Overall word count: 787 words

-> Part One: Ticking clock

-> Part Two: Wasted chances

Lee Know

“I'm addicted to you” - Taste (DanceRACHA - Stray Kids)

Warning: angst, toxic relationship, arguing, love-hate relationship, unhappy marriage, cheating

Playlist: I like it (Stray Kids), Taste (Stray Kids), Red lights (Stray Kids), Hate me (Ellie Goulding), Van Horn (Saint Motel)

Overall word count: 717 words

-> Part One: The Hating game

-> Part Two: The Waiting game

Hwang Hyunjin

“I can't take it anymore, what should I do?” - Cover me (Stray Kids)

Warning: angst, toxic reader, commitment issues, implied smut, commitment issues, friend with benefits, manipulation

Playlist: Cover me (Stray Kids), I like it (Stray Kids), Taste (Stray Kids), Red lights (Stray Kids), In the name of love (Bebe Rexha)

Overall word count: 997 words

-> Part One: Play Pretend

-> Part Two: Careless whisper

———— Helpless Love ————

Seo Changbin

“Don't know how I can go on without you” - Leave (Stray Kids)

Warning: angst, cancer, death

Playlist: Leave (Stray Kids), Cover me (Stray Kids), Slipping through my fingers (ABBA)

Overall word count: 770 words

-> Part One: Helpless

-> Part Two: The End

Han Jisung

“Every time I see you cry, I feel like drowning in the dark” - Hold my hand (HAN - Stray Kids)

Warning: anorexia, kind of depression, low self esteem, insecurity, self harm, body image issues, online hate from netizens, starving

Playlist: Hold my hand (Stray Kids), If I killed someone for you (Alec Benjamin), Save me (Bruno Martini)

Overall word count: 1027 words

-> Part One: Haunted

-> Part Two: Make it Even

Kim Seungmin

“I search for you in our broken memories. Even when I grasp one, all I remember is your tears, oh” - Ex (Stray Kids)

Warning: domestic violence, death (murder), abuse, toxic relationship (but not with Seungmin)

Playlist: Ex (Stray Kids), As we are (Stray Kids), Atlantis (Seafret)

Overall word count: 805 words

-> Part One: Discarded

-> Part Two: Gone away

———— Hidden Love ————

Lee Felix

“So unfair, I’m still left in despair” - Unfair

Warning: breakups, scandal and hiatus, netizens being assholes, kind of unrequited love, friendzone

Playlist: Happier (Marshmello), Unfair (Stray Kids), Goodbye Winter (Day6)

Overall word count: 829 words

-> Part One: Unfamiliar

-> Part Two: In his arms

Yang Jeongin I.N

“Countless new surroundings, cold eyes keep looking me down” - Social Path

Warning: rejection, society being terrible, I.N self sabotage

Playlist: Social Path (Stray Kids ft. LiSA), If only (Dove Cameron)

Word count: 839 words

-> Part One: Untackled beasts

-> Part Two: If only

Comment:

There’s going to be a playlist for each part, but “Toxic” (Britney Spears), “I like it” (Stray Kids), “Cover me” (Stray Kids) and “Unfair” (Felix - Stray Kids) were the ones that inspired me to write it at first. I truly hope you like it!

Series taglist: @lovetaroandtaemin , @dearmini

(Wanna be added? Send an ask or reply to this post)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ kindergarten teacher!wonpil x dance and music teacher!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff

♡ word count: 4,506 words

♡ author’s note: no thoughts head empty just wonpil i love him so much kthxbye

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“Hello…?” You greeted tentatively, stepping quietly into the classroom. It was well past school hours, and the entire kindergarten was dark and deserted, except for this particular room at the end of the corridor.

A man with dark, curly hair, dressed in beige slacks and a white button down, stood in the middle of the room. His back was towards you, and he seemed to be organising the chairs and desks, presumably in preparation for tomorrow’s class.

“Uhm…” You walked further into the room, hoping to make yourself heard. “I applied for a position last week.”

There was still no response from the mysterious man. He was tall, but not too tall. And his shoulders were broad, but not too broad. His hair looked soft, and permed into loose curls. He seemed to be nodding his head along to music. 

“Excuse me, I – ” You reached out to tap him on the shoulder, but he – 

“Ah!” Wonpil whipped around, holding his stack of handouts against his chest like some sort of makeshift literary shield. 

You couldn’t help the laughter drifting past your lips, and your eyes crinkled up in mirth. So, this was your first encounter with your new colleague.

Your handsome new colleague, to be exact.

“Romeo and Juliet?” You questioned, reading off the handouts. They seemed to be colouring sheets of the famous scenes from Shakespeare’s play. “You’re starting them early.”

Wonpil took a moment to compose himself. Not only was he scared out of his wits at the unexpected encounter, but he also found himself standing in front of a woman. Someone who was pretty, yes, and could tell a joke or two, but most importantly had kindness and warmth behind her sparkling eyes. Oh dear, he thought to himself. “Uh, yeah…” He nodded, hands coming up to scratch the back of his neck, nervous. “It’s never too early for Shakespeare.”

“I take it you teach English?”

“Yes, English, and Math, Korean, Science… I teach most things, really. Except for sports – I’m hopeless at it.” He admitted quite frankly, lips forming a pout in defeat.

You giggled at that. “How about dance?”

“Also not one of my many talents.” Wonpil paused, pieces of the puzzle fitting together nicely in his head. A lightbulb moment – “Oh! Are you the new dance teacher?”

“Bingo!” You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you! My name is Y/N. I’ll be the relief dance and music teacher. I hope we will work well together in the future.” You gave him a bow, to which he returned politely.

He extended his arm out for a shake. You accepted it, and tried your best to ignore the warmth spreading from your fingertips throughout the rest of your body. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. I’m Wonpil. I look forward to working with you.”

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Since that unforgettable first meeting, your paths inevitably crossed with Wonpil’s. Whether it be lunch time at your adjacent desks in the teacher’s office, or on duty by the playground under the blistering sun, it seemed like every single time you turned a corner, your eyes would meet his. 

Not that you were complaining, of course. You liked watching his face light up in recognition upon bumping into you yet again in the halls. You liked how his eyes crinkled up, forming cute little wrinkles at the edges. You liked how he’d give you a little wave and a small “hwaiting!” gesture to boost your morale. You liked seeing him around. 

Slowly, but surely, you started to fall for him.

It was inevitable, really. Wonpil had a way with kids – he never once raised his voice, and was always gentle, but somehow, they all respected him and listened to his instructions. He got along well with the kids’ parents, and appeased any of their concerns with a few simple reassuring phrases. He even played with the kids during lunch, sometimes kicking a ball with them or pushing them on the swings. And not to mention, he regularly stayed behind after class to review lesson plans and set up his classroom for tomorrow’s class.

In other words, he was perfectly suited to his profession.

Your feelings for him deepened, however, after that one Friday evening, when you had just finished grading your class’ music theory homework. You had packed up your things, and mentally planned the perfect way to unwind after yet another long week (a beer, and a new episode of your latest drama), only to find lights filtering out of the music room as you walked past.

That, and a slow, calming melody. Someone was playing the piano.

Cautiously, your hand reached for the doorknob, and quietly opened the door. You didn’t want to disrupt the beautiful performance, so you tried to be as discreet as you could. Yet, despite being a dance teacher, moving stealthily really wasn’t one of your strong points.

The piano notes came to an abrupt stop, as your heels clicked along the surface of the parquet floors. You walked towards the front of the class, all eyes trained on the man behind the piano.

“You play?” You asked dumbly, breathless. From what little you heard of his piece, you knew he was an experienced pianist. Classically trained, even. “You never said anything…”

Wonpil scoffed playfully. “Why would I, when you’re perfectly capable? I’ve watched you with the kids, your passion for music is infectious. They have heaps of fun in your classes.” He praised you with ease, and you felt your cheeks warm up at his words. “Besides, I already teach so many subjects. Don’t you think my workload is heavy enough?” 

And there it was, that easy, playful banter that flowed effortlessly between the two of you. Your lips cracked into a smile, as the cogs of your brain turned. You wanted, no – needed, to hear more of him.

“Mr Kim.” You raised your hand, as a student would, unable to hold back your laughter. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation. “How about a compromise? The kids are about to start practicing for their mid-year recital. It’s a contemporary dance piece, accompanied by a piano. I would play it myself, but as you know, my hands are full.” You teased him back. “You know, with the dancing and all.”

Wonpil considered this for a moment, his chin resting on his palm as he tilted his head to the side. You recognised it as his thinking face, having walked past his class one too many times only to catch a glimpse of the hard questions his kids threw at him daily, like “Mr Kim, why is the sky blue?”, “How does rain fall from the sky?”, or “Mr Kim, please! Why can’t I have another banana milk?”. 

“So, what do you think?”

The man looked at you intently. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation. He could embarrass himself in front of the entire kindergarten and their parents, or you would call him a chicken for not taking up your offer. There was no winning against you. From the moment you first met, you took him by surprise, and continued to keep him on his toes. He could never predict your next move – one day you’d be glowing and gushing to him about how the class enjoyed your music class, or how they sang a piece perfectly like a choir of little angels, and the next you’d be sulking over your broken egg yolk at lunch, claiming that it ruined your entire meal (you could only be placated by Mr Kim’s emergency stash of banana milk, of course). Over the course of the semester, he got to witness your every mood, every side, every personality, and he wanted to keep peeling back the layers of you, one by one. He wanted to keep getting close to you.

Perhaps, this was the perfect way to do so.

“Deal.”

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“Alright, class! Let’s run through this one more time. Everybody, get into your starting positions!”

The class groaned collectively. “But Miss Y/L/N!” They whined in unison, little stomachs grumbling to signal the beginning of lunch. 

Wonpil, who had been silent the entire session, tutted at the class from his corner, behind the grand piano. ��Kids, this will be the last practice round before your performance. Miss Y/L/N promised, and she’s being very patient with all of you. Don’t you think she’s hungry too? Let’s all work together so we can enjoy our lunch as soon as possible.”

You flashed Wonpil a grateful smile. It was a Friday – the Friday before the big recital, and the kids were getting antsy. You couldn’t blame them though. You suppose your little body would be protesting too if you’d been dancing to the same tune over and over for the past two months (that is, even if the same tune was played on the piano by the most enchanting pianist you’d ever met).

Wonpil mouthed a “Sorry” in response, hoping that he hadn’t stepped on your toes by reprimanding your class on your behalf. You waved his concerns away, and went back to the task at hand. “Just one last time, and then we can all go outside for lunch. Ready, and a five, six, seven, eight…”

──── ୨୧ ────

Wonpil came up next to you, watching you as you watched the audience from behind the curtains. The stage light barely illuminated your face, but he could see the crease of your eyebrow as clear as day. 

“Nervous?” He asked, bumping his shoulder with yours.

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth. Wonpil couldn’t help but to stare – thank goodness your attention was elsewhere, otherwise you’d notice. “Yeah,” you let out a shaky breath, fingers fidgeting with your bracelet. “It’s a big day for them.”

Wonpil didn’t think, he just acted – he reached out and covered your restless fingers with his big, warm palms, enclosing your hand in his grasp. He squeezed. “It’ll be amazing – they’ll be amazing. You did amazing.” He emphasised, and when you turned to look at him, you were met with his gaze. His eyes were dark, swirling with steely determination, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Also, a little birdie told me that the principal was impressed with your rehearsal. So impressed, in fact, that there’s talks of offering you a permanent position.” 

You gasped.

“Everyone, to your positions! Two minutes til showtime!” The stage manager called out, breaking the two of you out of your little bubble. 

Reluctantly, you pulled away. His touch still lingered on your skin, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. You straightened up and unnecessarily fixed your dress (you were backstage, after all).

“Y/N,” Wonpil said, his voice all too close to your ears. You decided you quite liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. Not Miss or Miss Y/L/N, but rather just plain old Y/N – a name reserved for when the two of you were completely alone. “C’mon, let’s do this.”

──── ୨୧ ────

For the entirety of the performance, you watched with bated breath, sweaty palms clutching onto the stage curtains like a lifeline. Your attention was divided; you weren’t sure where to look – at the audience’s faces, or at the kids who were moving gracefully across the stage in their dance costumes, or at the man sitting right in the corner, nearly obscured from sight, playing with the grace and flair of a concert pianist. 

As the piece came to a close, and Wonpil wrapped up the final notes, the kids settled into their final positions and linked hands. Together, they gave a deep bow. Wonpil stood up from behind the grand piano, his white suit shining bright under the spotlight, and joined the kids on one end. Wordlessly, he beckoned for you to join the other.

Timidly, you stepped from behind your viewing spot and onto the stage. As a dancer and performer, you never quite got used to the feeling of being on stage. While thrilling, the weight of so many eyes on you made your heart pound. Even more so now, given that this was a piece that you choreographed and taught to the kids over two short months.

Again, all of you formed a perfect line, and bowed to the audience. They erupted in thunderous applause, with some parents even whistling and whooping to show their support. 

“Miss,” The little girl directly to your left, Yeji, tugged at your red dress. “We have something for you.”

“Oh? No, it’s not for me, I…” You looked down at her in confusion. Just yesterday, you’d told the older kids in class about the bouquet you ordered for Wonpil, as a token of your appreciation. You passed it to the stage manager earlier this morning, but perhaps –

“Miss Y/L/N,” One of the stagehands emerged from backstage and presented you with a large bouquet of red roses that matched your dress. 

“There must be a mistake, I got – ” 

“There’s no mistake, look.”

You followed their line of sight to the end of the line, and saw another stagehand passing Wonpil a bouquet, your bouquet of red tulips – to symbolise respect, adoration, and passionate love.

You met his eyes. Your own prickled with hot tears, as his sparkled like stars in the night sky. You looked down at your bouquet, the intensity of his gaze too much to bear. Your senses were filled with the sweet, rosy fragrance of red roses – love, romance, passion, desire, commitment. 

“Please give it up for Miss Y/L/N and Mr Kim!” The emcee announced.

The two of you stepped forward, and Wonpil grabbed your free hand before the two of you bowed to the audience once more. You looked at each other with admiration and pride, both of you proud of each other for the hard work you poured into this performance. 

Of course, you couldn’t steal the kids’ spotlight. At that, each child was presented with pink carnations – gratitude (for putting up with you), fascination (at how quickly their dancing abilities improved) and love, of course. 

──── ୨୧ ────

“Miss Y/L/N, do you like the flowers?” The boy, Jaewon, asked innocently. He was one of your older kids, and was likely in on both you and Wonpil’s surprise plans.

You were helping him out of his dance costume, so thankfully his vision was obscured. Otherwise, the poor boy would bear witness to your pink cheeks and flushed ears. “Yes,” you mumbled.

“You had no idea, right?” Yeji asked, also in the process of getting changed nearby. She was one of the chattier kids, and could have easily been a tattletale. “I tried so, so hard to keep it a secret because Mr Kim said so. It was so difficult!”

You laughed at the mental image of Wonpil sitting the children down at his feet and making sure they didn’t tell a single soul about his grand plans. “I had no clue, Yeji! I was so surprised.”

“That’s a relief.” Wonpil’s voice came from behind you. He walked into the dressing room and helped to gather up the remaining costumes. 

Jaewon busied himself with his shoelaces once you helped him with his hoodie, insisting on doing it on his own because he had just turned six and was a big boy now. “Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Kim?”

“Yes?” You both hummed in unison.

“Does that mean you’ll get married now?”

“What?” You shrieked in disbelief. Wonpil simply laughed. Who knew a six year old boy would turn out to be a better wingman than any of his friends.

“Well,” his tongue stuck out in concentration as his little fingers worked on a butterfly knot. “My dad gives my mum flowers all the time, and they’re married and they have me and my little sister. So does that mean you’ll get married too? And have babies?”

“Okay, Jaewon, I think your mum is waiting outside for you. Let’s get you home, shall we? It’s been a long day.” Wonpil ushered the boy out, helping him up and past your shell-shocked figure. 

“Miss, do you like Mr Kim?” Yeji asked innocently, her pigtails swinging as her head tilted to the side, questioning.

You gulped. How were you going to explain your way out of this? After all, children can’t lie, and they can see right through the lies adults tell themselves. “Yeah, I do…”

You didn’t know it, but Wonpil caught your answer just as he was exiting the dressing room. His heart soared.

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You were kicking stones with your feet, glancing down at your phone every so often. 

“Great job tonight, Miss Y/L/N!” One of your kids’ parents greeted you as they drove past. 

You bowed at them with gratitude. “Thank you, Mrs Park! Get home safe!”

And then, silence. 

You sighed to yourself. This was the second Uber that cancelled your request. It was getting late, and it seemed like no driver was willing to drive halfway across the city to get you home. You groaned, hating your decision to live further away from the city and the rest of civilisation in favour of cheaper rent. If only you could make this job a permanent one, then perhaps you could consider moving…

“Hey.” A familiar voice reached your ears.

You turned around, only to find Wonpil walking towards you in a grey hoodie and jeans. Internally you wondered how a person could look that attractive in such a casual outfit. You thought that perhaps it was because you were so used to seeing him in formal work clothes.

You flashed him a smile – a tired one. “Hey yourself.”

He came to stand next to you, and peered over your shoulder at your phone screen. From how close you were standing to each other, you could just make out the scent of his cologne. It made you slightly weak in the knees.

“Are they all cancelling?”

You hummed dejectedly. “It’s cos I live so far away. This always happens…”

“How do you get home when you stay back late then?” He wondered.

“I take the bus. Well, three buses.” You smile, slightly embarrassed. “Rent is cheap – you know how it is.”

Wonpil nodded in understanding. He too knew how hard it was to afford a place close to the city, let alone close to the school. He found it challenging on a full-time salary, so he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like for you. He was about to comment on how it was not safe for you to take public transport so late at night, but bit his tongue.

“It’s fine,” you chirped. “Someone will pick me up soon.”

“I could take you home.” Without thinking, the words had already left Wonpil’s lips. He clutched your bouquet in his hands, and looked at you, who also held his bouquet close to your chest. Beneath the huge bouquet, your heart was threatening to burst right out of your ribcage. “I mean, if you’d like.” He added after a beat.

You smiled bashfully. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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The ride back to your place was over thirty minutes long on a quiet night, but to you, it felt like it passed way too quickly. You didn’t want it to end.

Driving on the highway, passing the black wilderness in Wonpil’s old Toyota, made you feel like the two of you were the only human beings on earth. It was late, the streets were empty and quiet, save for the music playing softly from the speakers (passenger privileges meant you had full control of the AUX), and the laughter spilling out of your lips.

Being with Wonpil like this was effortless. He was cracking a joke about some parent who pulled him aside and asked whether he could give private piano lessons to their child who was already doing Taekwondo on weeknights, and swimming on weekends, and not to mention math olympiad training on Fridays. Math olympiad, at the ripe old age of six.

You turned to watch him, enchanted. Wonpil always spoke about his kids like they were one of his own. He knew each of the little human beings like the back of his hand – what they liked and disliked, what they struggled with in class, and how to get them motivated after a setback. His eyes twinkled with excitement as he rambled on about how two girls in his class just made up after a fight, no doubt with a little encouragement from him. It only took a short conversation and a banana milk from his emergency stash for one of the girls to walk over to the other, holding out the milk as a peace offering. 

“You’re perfect at this job.” You whispered in awe. 

“So are you,” he countered. From the corner of his eye, he could see you shiver slightly, and turned up the heater to keep you warm. “Don’t even try to deny it. The kids love you, and they listen to you. It’s not easy to keep them engaged and following the choreography, but they did, all thanks to you.”

“Stop it.” You blushed at his compliments.

“I mean it! All the kids, they adore you, and you only just started teaching them this year.” Wonpil continued earnestly. You couldn’t stop yourself from burying your face in your hands, not knowing what else to do whilst he showered you with compliments and kind words. “I’ve known them for more than a year, so we’ve already built that relationship. But they look forward to your classes, and I can see how they’re all bouncing with energy and excitement before you begin. And how they leave your room humming a new tune you taught them, or subtly practicing a new dance move. I think it’s great that you’ve expanded their horizons. Kids are so busy with studying these days, it’s important that they have a creative outlet too.”

You groaned, not used to this amount of praise. “Wonpil…”

“What? I’m telling the truth.” He looked at you briefly, as the car stopped at a traffic light. He reached out and gave your shoulder a pat, his hand lingering there for longer than necessary. “You did a great job, Y/N. And like I said, I think the principal will have some good news for you next week.”

The thought of landing a permanent role at this school sounded too good to be true. Not only did you absolutely adore your kids, the school’s administrative staff were reasonable and fair. It also went without saying that you got along with your colleagues quite well. You let his words linger in the air, as you contemplated your future. You really hoped his words were true.

“Right,” Wonpil’s car slowed to a stop outside your driveway. “I believe this is you.”

“Yup, this is me.”

The two of you sat in silence, both unwilling to say a word, lest you broke the peaceful, cozy atmosphere in his car. 

“I –”

“Thank you –”

You both spoke at the same time. Both of you laughed.

“You first.” Wonpil insisted, gesturing for you to continue. His hands reached to turn on the lights inside his car, illuminating your face with a soft, warm glow.

You played with your fingers. “Thank you, Wonpil.” Your eyes, flooded with sincerity, met his. “I couldn’t have pulled it off without you, truly.” You took a deep breath and looked away. “Honestly, the previous school I worked at… It was nothing short of a nightmare. Just the usual, bad parents, awful staff, backstabbing colleagues, you know how it is. But this school is so different.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, pure sadness laced in his tone.

“Which is why I really want to stay. I had so much fun with kids these past few months. Everyday, I wake up excited to see them in my classroom. Their smiles fill me with so much joy, and to watch them tonight… I got a little emotional. I’m so proud of them, Wonpil.”

He smiled at that. He knew how you felt, being a teacher himself. The pride teachers felt for their kids and the dedication to shape them into contributing, respectable members of society were one of the many reasons why he got out of bed too. “Me too. But Y/N, you need to give yourself more credit. It’s not easy taking over a class in the middle of a semester, and to pull off a performance too with a class of twenty six-year-olds who can barely sit still. I think you’ve done a great job, and I’m definitely not the only one who thought so. The kids were practically buzzing and jumping when I suggested getting flowers to thank you for your hard work.”

You laughed, feeling embarrassed again at the mention of the double bouquets. “I… I guess so.”

“Did you read the card?”

“What card?”

Wonpil nodded his head towards the bouquet that was seated upon your lap. 

You searched within the bouquet and found a small pink card. Opening it, it read:

“Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, 

and so are you.

Will you be the Juliet to my Romeo?

Yours, 

Wonpil.”

You looked up, and was faced with the cheesiest smile plastered on Wonpil’s face. “So, what do you say?”

Your lips worked into a smile, as your eyes crinkled up into little crescents. “Wonpil, they die at the end of the play!”

“What, it’s romantic! You know, til death do us part!”

You rolled your eyes at that, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you tried and failed to suppress a giggle.

“C’mon, Y/N…” Wonpil whined. “Don’t leave me hanging, please…”

You put the card aside, and leaned forwards. Your fingers twisted around the strings of his hoodie and pulled him towards you, only stopping when your faces were mere centimetres apart. You stared into his eyes, the eyes you grew to search for in every room; in every circumstance. The eyes that bore into you with the same, unwavering intensity. His breath hitched, and you watched his glaze flicker towards your lips.

You closed the distance, and your lips met in a slow, gentle dance. Wonpil was shy, gliding his lips slowly across yours, as though he had all the time in the world. You were more eager, pulling him impossibly close and wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. You felt his hands hold your cheek so tenderly, so gently, as though you were fragile porcelain. It made you want to throw yourself into him fully – you wanted to give yourself to him in every sense of the word. No one had ever held you like that. No one had ever made you feel so precious.

After a few minutes that felt like hours, you pulled away reluctantly for air. “Here’s my answer.” You whispered against his lips.

Perhaps the kids were right – you were perfect for each other.

[letsbangts]

to my love || jjk

⤷ summary: when you pen a letter to a beautiful love let go

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 0.5k

⟶ genre: angst, fluff?, exes au, break up au

⟶ warnings: none

↬ a/n: again a very old piece I polished up, here is a very short drabble. as always hope you enjoy & let me know what you think! angel xoxo

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To my love,

Everything I am about to say does not mean I want us to get back together. We still would not work; I am moving too many miles away from you. This letter is just me bringing up the past, all the memories of you that remain with me.

Huh. Where do I even begin? I will start with one of the things I appreciate the most about you. You never missed a single day to tell me that you loved me, from the moment we woke in the morning to before we went to sleep at night, you told me. I just wanted to let you know I remember that.

The way your round, dark brown, sparkly eyes looked at me. They always stared back at me with admiration, interest and love. When your sweet voice called out to me, sang me to sleep, and even just rang out a small laugh to light a spark in my day.

I know memories of me and us have probably just become something of the past. You most likely already moved on from those moments. Whatever I saw and experienced is all to be left alone now. But I wanted to let you know how much they meant to me, how much you meant to me.

Without missing a single moment, you always thought of me first.

Whether it was making sure I did not leave the house without a sweater because you knew I always get cold at night. Or how you would hold onto my hand so you would not lose me in the crowd, because I have a terrible sense of direction. The way you looked to see if I was wearing my seatbelt before you put on your own. Or how you made sure my first time was perfect.

Even when things were not your fault, you said sorry, like when the ice cream parlour we went to was out of my favourite flavour. There was no way it could have been your fault, but you still apologized the whole way home.

Thank you, I remember that.

You were beautiful.

Everything just—everything about you to me was just-

You were beautiful. You left the feeling of not wanting anything more. The moments that only you gave me. From the thoughtless pillow talk, the inside jokes that sent us into a childlike glee, to the earnest pep talks to push me to my fullest. Everything has passed, but Jungkook, you were so beautiful.

I still think of you sometimes. I heard that the choreography you created got used for a song, and it is all the talk right now. Congrats! I had wondered, “Should I call him?” There were a lot of times I thought that, but I know it’s already over.

No matter how much I want you, you are just a movie of the past, a beautiful motion picture that has already ended. I know that.

Even the last time your round, dark brown, sparkly eyes looked at me filled with tears and your angelic voice, the one that heartbrokenly said, “Goodbye, take care”.  

You were beautiful to me even then.  

The moments I had with you everything has passed.

But we were so beautiful.

Love, Y/N

[yodatzutzu]

i need somebody

(aespa Winter x Male Reader) ❄️pairing: Cheater! Idol! Winter x Cheated! Idol! Male Reader ❄️genre: angst ❄️w/c: 762 words ❄️warning: not proofread, some grammar mistakes maybe ❄️tags: lovers, betrayal, cheating occured ❄️a/n: Hello, this is Tzu! It's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction, I'm also new to Tumblr, so the formatting might be dank lol. This is just a short drabble I did, and hopefully I can make this into a series to show Y/N's past with Winter and how the heartbreak occurred. I suggest playing the song while you read to get into the feels, you know? :>

A melodic whistle was heard throughout the stadium as the lights slowly faded in a tone Winter was very familiar with, the spotlight focused on Y/N highlighting his sky blue guitar with a snowflake brooch pinned on the strap. The light then highlighted each member of the band. Y/N walked towards his microphone and started to sing his verse.

Hello geogi

Nugu eopsna

Where is

Y/N sang his lines with calmness and a pang of sadness, while strumming his guitar slowly to play the notes while closing his eyes trying to focus on their performance.

Naege daedap hana

Haejul nugunga

Is anyone there?

Y/N opens his eyes and scans the audience while slowly singing, his caramel eyes stopping at her. The same eyes he loved staring at, now gazes back at him with sadness and regret.

Sarajyeo jeomjeom sori eopsi

Naegeseo amu iyu eopsi

Hoksina jeonbuda chakgagin geonji

Kkumsogeseo seoroga seororeul boneun geonji

As Wonpil sings his part of the song, memories flashes through Winter’s mind playing back her mistakes and stupid decisions which caused her to be unfaithful to the one she truly loved.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Y/N continued to play his guitar even though a deep frown muzzles his face, reminiscing about his experiences on why he wrote this song while Young K sang the chorus beautifully.

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N continued the second part of the chorus while closing his eyes against the memories that flooded in because of Winter’s gaze. Slowly tears pooled in his eyes while he continued to sing melodically for the audience.

Hello amudo eopsnayo

Nareul badajul sarameun yeogi

Is anyone here?

Dagawa naege sori eopsi

Jabajwo amu iyu eopsi

Y/N sang his verse, the melody of his voice enchanting the whole stadium. Y/N’s voice is laced with sadness. Then Y/N whistled the familiar tone once again, that joyful tone that Winter taught him when they were trainees.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Young K and Sungjin harmonized through the chorus, their words flowing like a gentle stream making the audience in the stadium feel the raw emotions the song is conveying.

Ye chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Nae meorissoge ullineun siren

Hwaksilhi igeon anin deut hae

Chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Oh now I got to do something

All of Day6 then sang in unison while expertly playing their instruments. Wonpil and Young K are glancing at Y/N, knowing this song hits hard for him. Dowoon and Sungjin smile, offering support for their maknae. After Wonpil’s line, the bass and guitar faded out. Only the keyboard and drums remained.

Y/N let go of his guitar letting it hang on his body loosely and grasped the microphone tightly preparing to sing the last chorus of the song.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

He let himself feel all the emotions he bottled up over the last few months. The copious amount of emotions he’d let fester within him exploded as he belted out the lyrics. He traced the outline of the snowflake brooch on his guitar strap, a painful reminder of the person he loved with all his heart, the one who he wanted to grow old with, the one that betrayed him.

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

He then ripped it off suddenly causing the pin to break, and shattering the snowflake. Tears distorted his vision as he sang, showering his cheeks. All the instruments came back to life as if trying to show their support to Y/N.

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N’s head hung low, his hands grasping his microphone tightly, tears streaming down his face. His throat tightened, his voice breaking before singing the last line. 

The lights then slowly fade out, and Y/N’s composure suddenly crumbles causing him to break down in tears. Winter adopted a remorseful look, turning away from the sight of Y/N crumbling down on stage, while her eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free. The stadium applauded the band as they help Y/N walk to the backstage

She sighed deeply and shut her eyes letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks. She curses herself on why she did it, Why was she so stupid to cheat on him?

[anqelhui]

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[skz-sage]

please could we see some cute fun moments with the members doing karaoke or something? Maybe like insp by when Jeongin sang heartbeat by 2pm because that's a song we've seen him do at karaoke a few times. Maybe there's a song sage always picks too? Or like she hits a high note in a song they haven't heard her do before so they're all proud of her and praise her or something? :)

a/n : this is soooo long ago so my apologies for just now getting to this. im noticing just how busy i get because of how much i don’t post. i hope you missed the introverted, mysterious woman that is sage 🖤

family time | s.mj + skz • drabble

Sage is not much of a singer. Ironic, right? She just prefers to rap more. It was until tonight when she realized how good she was. They were recording tonight for a skz-code episode at an arcade. One of Sage’s favorite places. She seriously felt like a little kid in a candy shop. In true fashion, they each received their own missions this episode. Can you guess Sage’s mission? It was “Do a high note with the karaoke machine.”

“That’s so random.” Sage laughed into the camera. “Ah, I don’t do high notes at all, really. Stay~ Please don’t be disappointed if I fail~” Sage sent a kiss to the camera before departing to go on her way.

She hit a few claw machines first, winning a few plushies. (thanks to her bf hyunjin) She was over the moon happy! Now was time for her mission. Once she realized the karaoke booth was empty, she walked in, waving at the small cameras inside. She took a minute deciding what song to pick. While she was, Felix came to see what Sage was up to.

“You’re gonna sing? You never do karaoke.” Felix pointed out from behind her. “No Yongbok, i’m paying my taxes right now. I’m obviously not gonna sing.” She retorted with a smile, earning a soft punch from Felix. That’s just how they play around.

Finally, a song was picked. Boca by Dreamcatcher. Just like how Seungmin loves Day6, Sage is in love with Dreamcatcher.

Just as she starts the song, It’s like a siren attracting pirates because Minho whips his head around to the beautiful vocals that are Sage’s and he immediately made his way over to her. “Ah Miju!! Do well!!” which startled Sage a bit while singing, causing her to jump a bit and mess up a note, followed by a small laugh by herself and Felix.

So far, so good. The group around her got bigger, more members crowding around Sage. As it got close to the end of the song, Sage got slightly nervous because that’s where the high note was. But oh we’re the members in awe. She hit those notes with such elegance and perfection, realizing a talent she didn’t know she had. As the song closed out, all the members cheered at her new talent while Sage stood there dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe herself. Soon that expression formed into a smile, her members giving her praise.

“Miju, you did do good!!” Chan chimed.

“I thought you were good for nothing, but still, good job!” Seungmin laughed, Sage turning around to sock him right in the mouth causing Seungmin to run away.

She wouldn’t trade these boys for anything else in the world…. well if you handed her a calico critters playset, she’ll happily give them away!

[fireinmoonshot]

I'm going to be going away this weekend to Sydney for the DAY6 concert, so I won't have my laptop with me again (like in March when I saw Dreamcatcher.) I haven't been able to write fics to post every day like I did in March, but I have written a drabble which I'll be posting while I'm away for my Joaquin best friends to lovers series! I really hope you guys will enjoy it and thank you for the response on all my fics lately! 💗