#day6 drabble fluff

[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.”

[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 💜

[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

[xinganhao]

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[lemonietrinket]

Testing ||| Wonpil x Reader

Genre: flufffff Warnings: none Word count: 745 Song(s): none AN: a request from anon, i hope you enjoy the twist :))

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“We should get a roomba.”

You rolled onto your side, tucking your hands beneath the feather soft pillow by your head. “Our house isn’t that dirty!”

Wonpil joined you, curling his body and dragging the edge of the pristine duvet to cover his face. He’d blocked his precious lips, something you were already formulating a plan to undo. It meant you were left to stare into those bright innocent eyes, peaking between a tousled fringe. “Not to clean,” he said, soft voice muffled.

It of course meant you had to shuffle closer, though you knew full well that was an excuse. Planting your temple on the bottom corner of your pillow, the tip of your nose brushed his and you giggled when it scrunched. “Then what for?”

It took him a few moments of thinking to find an answer. His gaze faded to elsewhere and you just knew there was a pout beneath the covers—there usually was whenever he thought about his ideas. “A friend,” he finally uttered with a small but certain nod. 

“So I’m not good enough company?” you teased, pursing your lips to cover a grin. It spilled through at the corners nonetheless, but Wonpil barely noticed. He drew the covers away, ducking his head back towards you whilst his hands found their way to the collar of your shirt. 

“Nooo!” he whined. “That’s not what I meant and you—!”

“I know, I’m joking, I promise,” you reassured, heart melting at the sight of his soft pout. Feeling his fingers trace across the exposed skin by your collarbone, you couldn’t resist but take them into your own. You weren’t sure you wanted to be tickled, especially not there because god alone knows what that would look like from a distance. Although, you were certain that the hands of your boyfriend deserved attention. 

You pressed a kiss to the pads of his fingertips, maintaining eye contact as much as you could, but even you couldn’t stay invulnerable to the confident puppy eyes being sent your way. 

Soon enough, one of your hands had been retrieved and placed by Wonpil’s lips instead. He giggled into the kiss he bestowed to your knuckles there and it coaxed you into laughing too. “What?”

“Nothing.” His smile was coy, drawing you in helplessly but there was no way you would even choose to back away.

“Just...?” you preempted.

He rolled further onto his back, holding your hand by his heart as his eyes blinked up at the ceiling high above. The numerous spots of light suspended by industrial cable turned to glitter in his eyes. You always wondered what magic he possessed to be able to do that, but you supposed that was the beauty of it. He had no idea how ethereal he could be, and without even trying. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take them to notice.”

Laughing, you closed the gap that had formed between you and it was as if the two of you moved out of reflex. Abandoning the pillow your head came to rest upon his chest while his arm swept round to hold your back. “What we’re doing?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, the velvet seeping past his heart to your ear, “and that we’re still here.”

A chuckle bubbling on your lips, you let your hand run across his midriff, mapping the ridges of his ribs and the softness of his stomach further south. “I’m surprised they don’t check this place more often. We can’t be the first ones to—”

There was a series of mechanical claps that echoed from far off. Rigid in their rhythm, they brought a darkness that approached one block at a time, until suddenly the harsh bright of the vast room where you lay was cleaved by darkness.  Blinking into the sudden shadow you barely moved despite your circumstances. Your eyes searched for any light, finding nothing but a single hazy beam. It was a diluted silver, and it glanced across the block navy and paint box yellow that made up the IKEA sign positioned where no person could reach. 

Silence fell over the two of you at that moment, the realisation slowly sinking in.  Pressing your lips tightly together, you peered blankly into the dark where Wonpil’s face had to be, since you had no clue what to do about your newfound predicament—something that, rationally, you should have known he would share.

Hence the only wisdom he offered was a quiet, hapless, “Oh no.”

~~~

AN: so far unchecked/unedited so sorry for any mistakes!

Masterlist

[smileyyoungchan]

Older - K.Y.H.

Young K x reader

Song: Older - 5 Seconds of Summer feat. Sierra Deaton

Genre: Angst? With some fluff in the end

Warning: none I guess, but let me know if I’ve missed something

Note: I love this man so much it physically hurts!! Help!!

I couldn’t sleep. Again.

I missed some arms holding me during the night. I missed his arms.

We decided to take a break, and I couldn’t even remember why, I just know that I missed him to death, but my stupid pride wouldn’t let me call him.

I missed waking up every single morning and seizing his silly face beside me; I missed holding his hand, that was too big compared to mine; I missed creating some imaginary constellations with the moles in his face, tracing the lines with my fingers, and him melting into the touch; I missed him walking around the house and starting to sing some random songs; I missed him.

Maybe staying in bed and continue to think wasn’t good enough. I grabbed my phone and walked to the living room, where I turned on the tv and watched some random things. Didn’t even bothered to check the name of the program, I wasn’t really interested anyway.

It was 3am, and in four hours I had to wake up. That’s cool.

The bell rang and destroyed the calm night.

Who the hell came at my house at 3am?

With a mix of worry and fear I walked to the door, expecting nothing but the worst.

I opened the door and in front of me the only man I’ve ever loved in my entire life, was waiting with a hint of agitation in his face.

“YoungHyun” I whispered, catching his attention.

“Hey - he started- I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you’re okay”

Why talking to him now kinda seemed off?

I wanted my YoungHyun back. The annoying boy who constantly teased me for everything, but also encouraged me to do all the things I was scared of; the boy who stole some food from my plate, cause he knew that would have made me mad; the boy I love.

“I’m okay” I simply said.

His hand was placed on the side of the door, and the other one was lazily laying o his side.

He was tired, I could have tell that.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

I needed to know he was doing okay, even if it was a lie, I needed him to say those words.

“Yeah, I guess” he chuckled.

It was a sad chuckle, not the cute one he always made.

“Well, then… see you around” he said after some moments of silence we spent looking into each others eyes.

I had a teacher, once, who tried to be funny and said to one my classmates, who didn’t knew the answer to a question he just made “if we keep staring at each other we will fall in love”, I literally hated that teacher, but every time I locked eyes with YoungHyun I thought that, maybe, he was right, cause every time I looked at him I was dragged, once again, in the whole of love for him.

“See ya”

‘Please don’t go’ my mind was screaming.

But he was walking down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

When he turned, following the stairs, and he faced me once again, he gave me a smile. God, I loved him so much.

I smiled back and once he disappeared I closed the door.

Great.

If my night was already sleepless now everything will be definitely worse.

Maybe some tea would have helped me calm my nerves.

I was about to walk to the kitchen when a serie of soft knocks from my door catch my attention.

It was him again.

“Sorry” he said as soon as I opened the door.

“Sorry? For what?”

‘I love you! You don’t have to be sorry for nothing!’ My mind wanted to scream to him.

“For what I’m going to saying, but I really need to take this out of my chest- he faced me and his eyes were kinda teary, and all I wanted to do was to hug him- Listen, I can’t continue like this. I need you, i seriously do. The boys all told me I don’t look the same, I can’t even sleep properly anymore. Even eating now kinda makes me sick, and you know how much I love to eat. Music is the only thing that makes me alive right now, but it’s just cause through my lyrics I can feel you again. You're my life, why can't I be yours?” With those final words he completely destroyed me.

Tears stared to run down my face, silently, and I knew it, but decided to ignore them. He was crying too, but when he noticed that I started as well, first, he dried some of my tears, using his thumb.

“that’s the problem, K - he smiled when I used his surname I always gave him - you are my life. I can’t even do anything without being reminded of you. I miss you so much and I can see that we have some things in common here, cause I can’t sleep either”

He reclutantly moved his hand to caress my face, and I didn’t tried to hold back.

“I’ve missed you to death” he whispered, coming closer.

Our eyes met and, as Pete Wentz once said, ‘totally back in love’.

“Can you, please, forgive me? I can’t do this without you anymore” he said, again, in a low tone.

I wasn’t able to form some words with a meaning, so I just nodded countless times.

“Please say it, I need to hear it”

“Yes, K, I forgive you”

He smiled and his face came closer to mine.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was a soft caress.

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Maybe?”

I couldn’t resist but laugh at his expression, cause he was just too cute.

“Of course you can”

He connected our lips and I could feel him smile.

“Now I have a request- I said, as soon as our lips parted - stay the night?” I held his hand, preventing him to go away.

He nodded and followed me inside the apartment we used to share.

I turned off the tv and we both walked to the bedroom.

“I missed this place” he said, laying flat on his back on the bed.

“This place missed you too” I sat beside him, just staring at his perfect face.

He noticed me staring and moved his hand to touch me, and let our hands interlock.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too, K”

He smiled.

I lay down next to him, facing him for a brief moment.

When we both decided to sleep I turned around and turned off the light, making myself comfortable.

YoungHyun, behind me, shuffled and came closer to me, placing his arm on my waist.

He placed a couple of kisses on the back of my neck, tickling me.

His hand was caressing my waist, and then the little bastard put his hand - his cold freezing hand- directly on my skin, moving my t-shirt.

“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hand?”

“But I’m cold” he says in the babies tone ever.

“You’re lucky I love you” I joked, and he laughed.

How much I’ve missed all of this.

[blu-joons]

When He Sings You To Sleep ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

The feeling of you shuffling made Sungjin turn too, immediately coming face to face with you. “You’re not still awake, are you?” He frowned, picking up on the fact that you’d been having a restless night.

Your head nodded as a pout formed in your expression, “I just wish there was something that would help me to sleep.”

“I could help,” Sungjin quickly suggested, an air of confidence in his voice. “What about if I sing to you for a little while? That always seems to help you fall asleep.”

“But you need to sleep too,” you retorted, only to quickly be shushed by Sungjin. The look in his eyes let you know how serious he was, desperate to try and help you sleep. “Only if you’re absolutely sure Sungjin.”

A faint hum came from him, “of course, you just close your eyes and let me do the rest.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you giggled as you made yourself comfortable once again, “sleeping isn’t quite that simple.”

“It is when I’m the one that’s singing to you Y/N.”

Young K:

Your eyes lit up as Younghyun agreed to sing for you as you made yourself comfortable in his lap. “The big decision now is what song you want me to sing for you,” he told you, not knowing your mind was already made up.

Your head turned so that you were looking up at Younghyun, “you know I love whenever you sing Fly Me To The Moon.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” he chuckled, reading you like a book. “Are you sure that you’re not bored of listening to me sing the same song to you over and over?”

“No way,” you smirked, popping each of the sounds whilst Younghyun placed his hand against your side. “There’s no way that I could ever get bored of listening to it, you and that song are the perfect combination.”

He couldn’t help but smile as Younghyun listened to you, “you need to close your eyes in that case.”

“I can do that,” you assured him, hurrying to close your eyes and make yourself comfy. “Now you need to start singing.”

“A singer needs time to warm up Y/N.”

Wonpil:

A soft smile formed on your face as you were woken by the sound of singing, your eyes slowly opening and looking to your left. “I can’t sing you to sleep if you’re awake,” Wonpil scolded as he noticed you.

Your smile turned up even more as you stirred, “why would I want to sleep when I could listen to you singing instead?”

“I’m only singing if you sleep, because I know you’re tired,” Wonpil told you, poking his tongue out at the same time too. “If you don’t close your eyes, we can sit in silence.”

“Since when were you so mean to me?” You chuckled back across to Wonpil, your voice groggy from how sleepy you were. “Why can’t you just sing to me to make me close my eyes and want to fall asleep?”

Wonpil’s head reluctantly nodded back at you, “as long as you promise to try and get some rest.”

“I promise,” you agreed with him, “but you can’t stop singing just because you think I’m asleep, you have to be sure.”

“I’ll make sure that I check you’re definitely asleep.”

Dowoon:

You looked dejectedly across at Dowoon as his head shook in rejection to your suggestion. “I’m not singing you to sleep, my singing voice is rubbish,” he protested, bringing a groan of frustration out of you.

You poked against his arm as his head started shaking, “I think you’ve got a great singing voice, no one else can hear us too.”

“What about if I hum?” Dowoon proposed instead, “or maybe I could just tap my hand against the side of the bed to give you a beat to fall asleep to instead?”

“I said I wanted you to sing me to sleep,” you swiftly reminded him, meeting his eyes with a firm gaze. “If I love your singing voice, what’s stopping you from singing? You know that I love listening to you too.”

Dowoon looked sceptically back to you, “you really think that it can help you to fall asleep?”

“I could not be surer,” you chimed, the smile on your face growing. “What do you say? Are you going to sing for me?”

“I guess seeing as you asked so nicely.”

---

Masterlist

[sprinklesofktrash]

Key:

𖤣 - Fluff

𖥧 - Angst

𖡼 - Smut

𓇬 - Drabble

⁕ - Imagines

Na Jaemin-

I hate you, I really hate you 𖡼

Let’s play a little game 𖡼

Business Partners 𖡼

[1:31 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[10:32 am]  𖡼 𓇬

[6:12 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[4:12 pm] 𖡼 𓇬

[2:31 pm]  𖡼 𓇬

About last night  𖡼

Help you out 𖡼

Gate away sex 𖡼 𖤣

Look at me only  𖡼

Step dad  𖥧 𖡼

3 is the way 𖡼

Step dad pt. 2 𖤣 𖥧

Captain Na Jaemin 𖡼 𖤣

Cold Shoulder 𖡼 𖥧

Lee Jeno-

Endings, Beginnings 𖡼 𖥧

Meeting his family  𖤣 ⁕

Asking you on a date  𖤣 ⁕

Jeno having a crush on you  𖤣 ⁕

[6:21 pm] 𖡼 𓇬

[12:01 am] 𖡼 𓇬

Trust  𖡼 𖥧

Baby number 2?    𖡼  𖤣

Dangerous Love   𖡼 

Perfect Match 𖤣

Lee Donghyuck-

[9:31 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Jung Jaehyun-

“You’re doing this too well” Pt. 1 𖡼

“You’re doing this too well” Pt. 2 𖡼

You’re my first 𖡼 𖤣

Mark Lee-

Jealousy, Jealousy 𖡼 𖤣

[7:17 pm] 𖡼 𓇬

[9:43 pm] 𖡼 𓇬

[6:50 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

I can’t stand you!  𖡼

Daddy 𖡼

Imagine car sex with Mark Lee  ⁕  𖡼

Johnny Suh-

[10:35 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

[12:01 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

[8:12 pm] 𖡼 𓇬

Park Jisung-

[2:06 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

3 is the way 𖡼

Qian Kun-

Date with kun 𖤣 ⁕

YangYang-

[1:12 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

Xiao Dejun/ Xiaojun-

[3:14 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Nakamoto Yuta-

Sugar Daddy  𖡼 𖤣

Kim Jungwoo-

In Public!?   𖡼

Choi Yeonjun-

Don’t Flirt 𖡼

Not my type Pt. 1 𖡼

Not my type Pt. 2 𖡼 (ft. Soobin)

Just friends   𖡼

Something Special 𖡼 𖤣

Dirty, dirty 𖡼

Choi Soobin-

Let me play with you 𖡼

Kang Taehyun-

The tutor and the athlete  𖡼  𖤣

Kim Namjoon-

[10:56 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[1:07 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[9:32 am]  𖡼 𓇬

[12:31 pm]  𖡼 𓇬

Kim Taehyung-

[11:21 pm] 𖤣 𓇬

[7:12 pm]  𖡼 𓇬

Jeon Jungkook-

[11:32 pm]  𖡼 𓇬

Sex with long haired JK  𖡼 ⁕

Min Yoongi-

[1:14 am]  𖡼 𓇬

Jae Park-

[1:52 am] 𖤣 𓇬

Kang Brian/Youngk-

[7:23 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Song Mingi-

[4.02 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[7:52 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Jeong Yunho-

[5:32 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[10:23 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Be with you 𖤣

Kim Hongjoong-

[10: 32 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Lee Juyeon-

Best Friend’s brother   𖡼 ⁕

Son Youngjae-

[5:01 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Moon Bin-

[12:04 am]  𖡼 𓇬

Dirty talks  𖡼 ⁕

Kiss me 𖡼

Hwang Hyujin-

[7:34 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[5:21 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[2:14 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[12:01]  𖡼 𓇬

Lee Know-

[9:23 am]  𖤣 𓇬

Bang Chan-

[1:23 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

Han Jisung-

[4:00 pm]  𖤣 𓇬

[nambamjun]

Skin Deep {optional bias}

Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gender neutral)

Genres: mutual pining, coworkers to something more, definitely gettin steamy

Warnings: small mention of no makeup insecurity

Word Count: 3.6K+

A/N: Back to writing and I've gotta say, pretty excited for this one, and it's definitely the longest post I've written so far. I would actually really appreciate a lil feedback to see where I am with writing so please do! Always love hearing from ya, hope y'all enjoy! <3

Another day, another city, and another concert over and done with. Working as a makeup artist was your dream, no doubt about it. It was your absolute privilege to be able to do what you do for a living. These days not many people were able to say that about their passion. It didn’t mean, though, that sometimes it wasn’t a little taxing. Touring around with world renowned artists tended to do that sometimes, especially when there were multiple of them that you had to take care of. But hey, when you decided to apply as an artist for a kpop group you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights. You couldn’t wait to get back to your room and shower, change into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and read for an hour or so before going to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Would you actually stop reading when you planned to?

Who knows. That was a problem for the future you to deal with.

You walked briskly down the hallway to the last room on the right hand side. It was next to the stairwell so there was a bit of noise that flowed through the wall every so often, but at this point in time you really didn’t give a damn. There was a shower in that room, with a bed, and your suitcase with your soft, warm bedtime clothing waiting for you. You swung your backpack off your shoulders and plopped it down on the floor, digging through the main compartment to get to your wallet. Any organization that you once had in that bag was gone after today, and your fingers finally found the small rectangular form nestled all the way down at the bottom. Figures.

You spoke to yourself to help urge your tired muscles to move again. Almost there… close bag, open wallet, take out keycard, swipe… swipe… Dear lord, why isn’t it turning green??? You swiped twice more and thankfully a green light flashed, accompanied by a satisfactory click. You turned the knob and pushed the door open, not even bothering to pick your bag up, just taking it by the handle and tossing it to the lower corner of your bed. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked across the room to the large floor to ceiling windows that faced beautifully outward into the city and swiped the heavy sand colored curtains shut. First on the agenda, a nice warm shower.

As quickly as possible you stripped while mentally applauding yourself for setting up everything earlier so that you could just hop in as soon as you got back. Sometimes, past me is a genius. You didn’t even bother to put some music on your phone and turn the volume up. It would be fine staying on the bed. The running water was beckoning and you couldn’t resist happily rushing through the door, climbing in, and slowly stepping under the rush of steaming warmth that had every single muscle in your body releasing the tension they had been building up since 7am. As far as you were concerned it was pure heaven.

In hindsight, you probably should have chosen to have your phone serenade you, or even just be in the bathroom on the counter of the sink. Six times during your mini rebirth the little device vibrated loudly against the blanket of your bed, the sharp tone accompanying it ringing out for a minute and a half before stopping, just to start up again in another thirty seconds. It was then you turned the water off and messily towel dried your hair, still taking your time to bask in the glow of one of the best showers you had ever taken. Your calm mindset was pierced, however, by the sound of your ringtone, and your brows furrowed as you hurried to slip on the plush hotel bathrobe and exit the fogged room. Just as you got within arms length of your device, the noises ceased. Of course. You picked it up and turned it on…

“Seven missed calls???” They were all from your manager… he never called you. Click… redial.

The connection tone rang out once, twice, three times, “Y/N!” Oh no, you were in trouble. Every muscle that had relaxed in that shower was instantly tense again.

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t get any of your calls, I was in the shower! Is everything okay?”

He sighed. “Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.” You didn’t even know that you were holding one of the largest breaths in your chest until he said that. You allowed yourself to breathe. “Did you forget you had one of our member’s phones?” Your mouth opened and your lips repeatedly mouthed obscenities over and over again as you rushed to open your bag once more.

“Yes sir, of course, I do still have it, uh” - you started to toss everything on the floor in your efforts - “okay, yes, I have it right here in my hand!” You held the phone triumphantly in front of your face.

“Thank you. I’m currently figuring out a few things for the next few days so I’m a bit tied up. Could I just text his roommate with your room number so that he can just swing by and pick it up himself?”

You answered automatically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

“Alright then. I’ll send him over. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Of course!” You rolled your eyes at yourself, you sounded like a broken record player. “Have a good night, sir!” After hearing the click of him hanging up you took the phone away from your ear. Sighing deeply, you resigned to the fact that your reading would have to be pushed off for the time being while you waited for him to knock. “Might as well get comfortable.” You shrugged the robe off and pulled the soft pajamas over your frame before going to hang the robe back in the bathroom. Pulling the blankets back, you climbed underneath them and yanked two of the pillows behind you so that you could sit up comfortably.

And there, you waited. You sighed and picked up your phone, starting to play a game that you hadn’t touched in what seemed like weeks, but getting bored quickly and just resigning yourself to scrolling through social media. And you waited, and waited. You looked at the digital alarm clock that sat atop the nightstand next to your bed, which read 10:32 in large, neon green type. Half an hour. Half a fucking hour. At this point you might not be able to fit in any reading time at all. You looked over at your book sitting at your feet and were tempted to just take it in hand and dive in, as you were supposed to a while ago. But you knew what would happen, the same thing that happened ever since elementary school, much to the chagrin of your parents - you would get beyond sucked in to the pages and then a nuclear bomb could go off next to your head and your brain wouldn’t even register that anything had happened at all. So that’s that. You would just have to sit there and stew in your anger.

Which you did. Another ten minutes rolled by before you heard a sudden rapping on your door. Throwing the covers aside and stomping over to the door, you tossed it open and threw a look of complete and utter exasperation at the man standing before you. “Hi,” he tentatively smiled and waved for a second before putting his hand down. “Were you waiting long…?”

“Waiting long?” Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot upward. “I’ve been sitting here for…” how long had it been exactly anyways, “forty four minutes!” His face fell along with his shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, I was taking a shower and my muscles ached from, ya know, earlier, and I lost track of time, and…” You blinked and your face straightened out, only now noticing his more than damp hair hanging in his face and comfortable clothes, made up of black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, with slippers over his socked feet. Immediately you hastily went to backtrack from how rude you had been to him.

“No, no, it’s okay. I, um… I did the same thing earlier when Manager Kim was trying to get a hold of me. I missed him calling like seven times, it was a whole thing.”

He perked up. “Oh that must have been fun.”

“You’re telling me.” The two of you relaxed and looked at each other for a second. On your part, what a mistake. You unknowingly let your eyes fix on his face, running over his eyes, nose, and then down to his lips. You got to see this almost every day, at least during shows and promotions. Normally his was the first face that you worked on, being ready before the other two you had to take care of, but you did try to keep it professional there. Skin tone, focus on his skin tone… Okay just a bit of this medium brown eyeshadow here, blend it out, keep blending… Of course, you two would inevitably talk. A comment here, a question of “so how’s your morning going,” there. You’d just have to constantly bring yourself back to work mode, you were at work, doing what your paid to do… to work. No no no don’t look into his eyes, look at his eyes. Do your work. Finally, though you would finish things up and all you had to do is take one more look, up and down. “Okay, all good!” It was almost as if you could start breathing again once you picked up your bags and moved aside to let the hair team have their turn with him. Then, as before, you’d go into work mode with the next member, although this time you wouldn’t have to try. Oh please be still, my beating heart, you would internally and sarcastically sigh to yourself. You really had to learn how to take control of that.

And yes, you really, really did. So much so that you didn’t realize your eyes had fixated on his bare face. His skin wasn’t perfect. It had it’s blemishes, some by now that you had memorized through and through. A freckle here and there, a tiny pimple that popped up on his right temple just under the hairline, some hyperpigmentation around his nose and eyes and forehead. You weren’t the only person who could see him like this but probably one of the only ones who could on the regular, even if it was only for a short period of time before you got to work. Seeing him now, though, showered and relaxed and… he was himself. Not who he had to be for the cameras, the fans, or even the other members. He was just… him. And unbeknownst to you your eyes were doing a wonderful job of taking in a long drink of his natural beauty.

That is, until you heard him clear his throat. Your eyes snapped to attention and immediately you could feel your cheeks and ears heating with the flame of a thousand suns. “Sorry, um, I’m just tired. Here,” you walked back into your room and towards the other side of your bed to grab his phone. You didn’t even hear the door shut as you sifted through the rumpled bed spread, your fingers poking around and finding that it had somehow landed between the blanket and sheet. Pulling it out you turned around sharply with your hand holding it up and bumped right into his chest. Both of you stumbled back from one another a step and blurted out apologies before falling silent, both pairs of eyes looking anywhere but at the person standing before them.

“You okay,” he quickly asked. His voice sounded a little dry, but honestly you were just too embarrassed to really take note of it, along with the fact that his face matched yours in being as red as a sunbathing lobster in the middle of summer.

“Yeah, I’m cool, um, here,” you held the phone out in front of you for him to take, clearing your throat. At least your makeup would cover the red on your face. Wait. I TOOK A SHOWER. Your free hand went to cover the lower half of your face out of pure instinct. “Oh sorry about that, I didn’t even realize-”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He brought his hand up and took the phone from you, his fingers grazing yours for an instant. “Your hands are cold.” You allowed your eyes to flick up and meet his own, and you think that was a mistake considering now you can’t take them away. It’s as if he had locked them.

“Yeah they kind of get like that, it’s fine.” You tried to keep your voice steady but half way through your affirmations it betrayed you and broke down to a whisper.

“I know, they always are… when, you know… makeup.”

You hummed, not even trusting yourself to say a simple “ah”. His hand lowered and put his phone back on your bed but you still couldn’t rip your eyes from his. Not when his hand fell back down to his side, not when he softly took one step towards you, or another, not even when you took a step backward, bumping into the nightstand. He noticed your move and stopped. “Can I…?” His voice was now no louder than halfway between a whisper and mutter. And he stayed where he was.

He stopped, because you stepped back. You felt your head slightly nodding, eyes still glued to him, even when he began moving towards you again in slow, careful steps. It somehow seemed like both an eternity and only an instant before he was standing right in front of you, close enough for you to lift your hand only a few inches and touch his side. You could feel his breath fan over your face and your eyes finally broke from his as his hands softly touched your wrists. He was so close…

“You’re so beautiful.” Your wide eyes flew back to his face and you blinked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and his hands lightly brushed up your arms, and as they rested on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and running his thumbs under your eyes, you felt your hands move of their own accord and grip the sided of his hoodie.

“You…” the word squeaked out and fell short, you were speechless. You couldn’t make sense of any of this in your head, confused at exactly what the hell was happening. Had you fallen asleep waiting for him to get here? That could’ve definitely happened, right? “Is this a dream?”

His eyes narrowed with a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and whispered out the word “no”. God, you wanted to feel them. Taste them. His face got ever so closer to yours and now it was clear that there was only one thing either one of you wanted to do, but your brain set off an alarm. You looked back into his eyes. “We probably shouldn’t…” He looked back at you.

“Probably not.” You could almost feel his lips forming those words, all you had to do was push forward less than an inch. And then-

“Because work…” you almost kicked yourself, but you didn’t even have to. Your hands betrayed your words by falling flat against his waist and resting there.

“Yeah… it um…” he swallowed and his tongue darted out over his lips, his hands starting to leave your face and your brain shouted out that no, that’s not what you really wanted.

But he was an idol. Dating ban or not, work relationships could get messy. That’s if he wanted a relationship. What if this was all just… chemicals? Or hormones, or really just the excitement of it all. You two definitely shouldn’t.

His eyes flickered down to your lips once, twice more. He sighed heavily and all he could think of to mutter were three words.

“Oh, fuck it.”

His lips were on yours. His hands moved to the back of your head and neck and they were holding your face so close it was almost crushing you, but that was nothing. That didn’t matter. It was as if he had been under water and your lips were his salvation, the first gulps of air that he needed so desperately. All of your senses were screaming and you couldn’t believe what was happening. He was kissing you. His lips were pushing and caressing at yours and you were kissing him back, your hands sliding up to land on his chest and grip his shirt to pull him closer, you needed him closer. He allowed his hands to fall and his arms circled your waist to do just that and your arms looped around his neck. You could taste his lips and feel his embrace. The smell of him seemed to envelop you, working its way into your nose through rushed inhales and intoxicating you, almost overwhelming you, as if every single nerve in your body was on fire. Flames that melted you into him and then finally consumed you until he was the only thing that remained. You barely registered as he started to turn you, your feet shuffling with his, and your lips disconnected just enough for him to lightly push you back. You allowed your body to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed with the rumpled up covers but only for an instant before slightly pushing yourself up to reconnect with his lips, as if you were addicted to their dance, and he followed you back down as he climbed onto the bed after you. His hand slid under your waist and picked you up just enough to help move you more onto the mattress as his body followed. Wherever you would have gone, he would go. In that moment he would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but then again, he had been that way for a while now.

He had been just as hungry for this. Every early morning he would try to not stare at your masked face and imagine your lips underneath the thin fabric. He would picture them, parted slightly as you concentrated on doing your job, which you always did perfectly. Every time you touched up his makeup between sets, maybe adding something if the next outfit called for it. The adrenaline in his system from performing made him not want to care about the makeup, just drag you into his arms and tug the mask down and… He doesn’t know where he got the guts to actually kiss you. But with the way you were sucking on his lips and desperately pulling him closer, shit, he’s glad he did.

His arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, and your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling the soft strands and tugging. You heard a deep moan emanate from his chest and he kissed you harder, sliding his tongue across your lip and tilting his head as you opened your lips wider, allowing him in. As his tongue overtook yours you let out a small whimper, again, wanting to somehow be closer than you two already were. Bodies flush together, moving and complementing one another, the kisses grew more urgent, and his lips left yours, but only to trail his love down to your neck. As he let his tongue run over your skin he lightly sucked and you had to call on every single ounce of willpower you had to to quietly call out his name. He stopped and took his face away, breathing into your cheek, and you knew that he knew. He couldn’t leave any trace of this. No matter how badly he wanted to. Neither of you could. You guided his face back to you and kissed him once more, less hurried than before, and in that moment you tried to pour every single emotion that you were feeling into his lips.

Your faces grew apart and you got the guts to look into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were blown out probably just as much as yours. Your eyes fell shut and you let your head rest against the bed, trying to control your breathing. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing. You wanted it to be more than that, and more than just kisses and bodies touching. You wanted that so badly. What if he didn’t? Your lips opened and you inhaled to ask, but your breath fell short as you felt him tilt his head up and press a kiss softly to your forehead. And then slowly he shifted and placed one on your left cheek, then the right, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then one last one back to your lips. Your heart all but exploded and somehow you just knew that he felt the same way you did. That this was more than just skin deep.

“Hey,” he whispered. Your eyes opened and met with his. “We’ll figure something out. Okay?” Your smile pushed to your eyes and there was only one response you could come up with.

“Okay.”

[glowonu]

idolverse; husband sungjin x pregnant reader

wc: 1.1k

themes: domestic fluff, sungjin with kids, slice of life

warnings: no plot lol, reader is pregnant, some italicised romanisation of korean

a/n: yo. this was the first longer thing i've written in ages but like. I couldn't think of a plot to write more of it so enjoy this domestic little fluff piece <3 (also... sungjin is such a dad omg)

“See you later Younghyun-ah,” Sungjin says as he opens the door to leave the studio, “Don’t overwork more than you have to!” 

YoungK chuckles without looking up. Despite the light way they interact, they both know that YoungK does have a tendency to work too much. Sungjin takes one last glance at YoungK, busy writing at his desk in the studio, before huffing out a chuckle at his bandmate’s behaviour. Almost 15 years on from their debut and still not much about YoungK’s work ethic has changed. 

One thing that has changed, at Sungjin’s relief, is that the hours are not as grueling. It’s not too late as he enters the elevator, heading down to the lobby of the company building. He can see the sun slowly disappear behind the horizon, and the clock reads only a few minutes past six. He smiles at the employees at the desks in the reception before checking out and adjusting his cap and mask. 

He heads past the street markets on his walk home, picking up a couple of punnets of strawberries, along with some spring onions and chives. His phone flashes with a message from you, his lockscreen proudly displaying a picture of you and his three angels, smiling and squeezing into the frame. Your message simply asks him how far away he is. He smiles fondly before typing a quick reply and getting on his way. 

“Annyeonghaseyo Appa!” Your kids chorus as he opens the door and toes off his shoes at the entrance to your apartment. He laughs as he gets overwhelmed with the children tackling him with hugs bigger than they are. 

You smile, eyes crinkling with laughter as he leans over the top of them to peck your cheek and to gently rub your pregnant belly. “Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier love,” Sungjin says to you gently. You shake your head with a gracious smile. 

“Kids, let your dad enter the house,” You say, directing the kids towards the living room. Sungjin smiles, shrugging off his long padding coat as they rush to the living room. He moves towards the kitchen bench, placing the plastic produce bags onto the island bench. 

After leading your youngest towards the living room and sitting her up on the couch with her siblings, you walk back to Sungjin. He places the punnets of strawberries into the fridge and grabs the frozen seafood mix from the freezer. You sit up at the bar carefully, having already started the rice cooker and set the table with side dishes Sungjin’s mother had delivered last week. 

You watch him as he roughly chops the chives and spring onions into two-inch pieces and mixes them together with the seafood and a thin batter. He looks up and smiles at you, the tiredness both present on your faces, yet the love and appreciation just as clear between the both of you. 

“How was your day?” You ask. He smiles as he seasons the batter for the jeon. 

“It wasn’t too bad, it just was unfortunate that we had that early morning meeting,” He chuckles as he mixes the batter. “Starting at seven after such a long time sucked, especially on cold days like today, but it was probably needed.” 

“Oh? Was the meeting just about the songs you’re writing for those other artists or..?” You reply, eyes trained on the bowl of chives. 

“Nah, the higher ups want us to start preparing an album for our fifteen year anniversary in September.” He says and you raise your eyebrows. 

“Has it already been fifteen years?” You say shocked, not only because of how quickly time has gone by, but also by how you somehow forgot such a milestone. 

Sungjin chuckles, “Yeah, somehow it feels like it's gone by so quick while also feeling like it's been so much longer,” He moves to the stove to turn the gas on, before putting some oil in the pan. “We’ll either re-record Sunrise and Moonrise, or finalise and release an album of unreleased tracks. We haven’t really decided yet.” 

You hum and the batter makes a satisfying sizzle sound as it hits the hot pan. You gaze at Sungjin, and as he cooks, you can see the stress on his face slowly dissipate. 

As the first one cooks he looks back at you, a relaxed smile on his face paired with tired eyes. “How was your day today?” He asks, chuckling as one of the twins clambers up to the fridge, flinging it open to grab the water jug before clumsily pouring himself a drink with the most focus a four year old could possibly have. 

You get up and put the jug away, closing the fridge as Sungjin checks on the jeon and Jihun runs back to the couch, the water in his cup somehow not spilling out the edges. “It was good, the twins had kindergarten this morning, and I took Jiyeong to the playground to play in the snow and did some shopping while they were there. It was nice,” You press a kiss to your husband’s cheek before grabbing the finished jeon as Sungjin starts cooking the next one. “I did some editing for that new client today after we got back as well,”  

“Oh, is this the historical fiction manuscript you were talking about the other day?” Sungjin asks, focused on his cooking. 

“Yeah, it's pretty interesting so far, the client seems to be quite talented with what I read today,” You reply as you look through the cluttered cutlery drawer before pulling out a pair of scissors to cut the jeon into bite-sized slices. 

Soon enough you have a couple of plates of the savoury pancake ready to take to the dining table. Sungjin gathers the children to the table, Jiyeong in his arms, with both Jihun and Jieun racing each other to the table. 

It's really just another evening at dinner, albeit probably quite late compared to most other family households. Jihun and Jieun chat cheerfully about their days, waving their chopsticks around in the air in excitement. Sungjin listens carefully, eyes bright with enthusiasm. You smile fondly at the sight as you cut the food into small pieces for Jiyeong, who’s focused on tapping her plastic spoon on the table of her high-chair and feeding herself the mixed rice with her small hand. 

In the midst of all the energy, Sungjin looks up at you and grins, so in love with you. It really is just another evening, but somehow, tonight, you look so vibrant. Your tired eyes framed with smile lines as you grin at Jiyeong as she babbles nonsensically about the snow at the playground and Pororo the little penguin. You catch his dopey grin, and you blush at his gaze before laughing bashfully. His smile softens before his attention is pulled back towards Jieun and her rant about the how they didn’t have all of the crayon colours at kindergarten today. 

[smolbeanieee]

Once Upon a Time | Nine

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!oc  

genre: fluff, angst

masterlist

warning: a very short chapter

Since their father’s death, Dahee and Dowoon becomes closer than before as they have resolve all their conflict. 

The only problem that Dahee need to solve is, Younghyun.

The last time she met with him was during their last project presentation, the time she pushed him away from her.

Dahee tried contacted him in every types, let it be through phone calls, messages, emails, Dahee even goes to his own apartment but Younghyun still didn’t want to meet her.

She becomes more frantic looking for Younghyun when Dowoon told her that Younghyun will go back to Canada for some time. Dahee can’t let him go, well at least before she apologize to him after what she had done to him. 

So when the group knew when Younghyun gonna depart to Canada, they immediately told Dahee even though they knew he want to keep it secret from her—they can’t let the lovers separate with unsolved conflicts between them.

“Are you sure he gonna depart today?” Dahee nervously asked his brother who was driving the car to the airport.

“I’m 110% sure! Younghyun hyung told Sungjin hyung the other day he gonna depart today.” Dowoon replied as he glance over his sister at the side who can’t sit still at the seat.

“Then speed up. I don’t want miss seeing him, at least before he departs.” Dahee urges, tears threaten to spill thinking about not seeing Younghyun after he goes back to Canada.

As soon as Dowoon parked the car at the side, Dahee immediately get off the car and start running into the airport, looking the man she longed for.

Her heart wrenched in pain as she runs with all her might but no sight of Younghyun were seen.  The airport filled with crowds which makes her even harder to look for him.

“Younghyun where on earth are you? I’m so sorry” Dahee sobs, lowering her head as heavy tears falls on her rosy cheeks. Thousands of thoughts and memories runs through her mind right now as regrets felt all over her body.

Regrets for pushing him away.

Regrets for not accepting his efforts.

Regrets for not accepting his love.

Dahee’s sobs is overpowered by the loud speaker played for departing announcement throughout the airport.  As soon as the announcement made, countless of people made their way to the depart gate—passing by Dahee who is getting herself together, thinking she has lost Younghyun before she could do anything to fix between both of them.

Mustering her strength, Dahee wipes her tears off her eyes and cheeks as she turns around, walking away from her spot just now.

However, as Dahee took a few steps, she caught a familiar face that stares at her that made her track stop

It’s Younghyun, with his luggage at the side.

As if on switch, her tears once again rolled down her cheeks as she made way to Younghyun.

Dahee didn’t know if the tears is the happy tears because she found him or sad tears because he’s leaving her.

“Youn—” Dahee tries to speak to him as she stands in front of him

“What are you doing here?” Younghyun interrupts her—he didn’t miss out on how baffled Dahee is when he cuts her off.  He take a good look on her face—the face that he will miss later however, part of him still hurt from what she had done to him.

His words really stung right into her heart, it’s really hurt her when she heard Younghyun spat the words coldly but she just accept because she knows he hurts more from her actions.  Dahee gathered her courage and look up at him.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I know I—”

“I need to go now.” Younghyun said—he know, the longer he stay, the more complicated things would be

Once again, he cuts her off and he tries to walk away from Dahee but she caught his wrist, making the man stop in his tracks.

“Please, one minute then you can go.” Dahee softly said, eyes pleading with tears pooling at corner of her eyes, something that Younghyun couldn’t resist when his loved one insist to stay.

Willingly, Younghyun stays for her as Dahee let go of her grip on his wrist.

“Fine, you got one minute” Younghyun clear his throat as he fix his watch, looking at the time.

Dahee took a deep breathe “I know you’re tired hearing this but I’m really sorry for everything.  I’m sorry for pushing you away, for not trusting you.  Back then, I know I didn’t appreciate for what you had done to me, which is brings back Dowoon to me, I’m really sorry for that.” She said as Dahee looks at Younghyun who has his gazes unwavering when they made eye contact. 

Somehow, it makes Dahee shiver throughout her body.  It makes her hesistate to continue her words upon seeing his expressionless face but Dahee know she gonna miss the chance if she didn’t let out all of her feelings before Younghyun leave.  “And I’m sorry for not acknowledging my feelings towards you.  You showed to me abundant of loves but I didn’t appreciate it.  You did everything to me while I did nothing for you.  I know I deserve nothing but I just want to let you know that I finally realized that....I love you Younghyun.” Dahee confess, felt like time stopped and everything went silent at the moment despite they’re at the airport.

She tries to read Younghyun’s face but he keeps his expression straight as if he didn’t affected with Dahee’s words.

After examining her expression for awhile, Younghyun lets out a small scoff.

“Wow, I really hate you.” Younghyun reply, making Dahee’s heart broke once again.

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[sxfterhearts]

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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…”

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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.”

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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.

──── ୨୧ ────

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.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Undercooked Christmas

Prompt: “Real funny.” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #50

Pairing: Jae Park x female reader

Genre: fluff / christmas au

Warnings: none

Word count: 589

“What? Why isn’t it working?!”

Jae looked up from his phone at your panic, discarding the device to investigate your huffs and shrieks as you dashed around in the kitchen.

He found you looking at the oven in bewilderment, the turkey that had been put on for Christmas dinner still sitting there looking rather uncooked.

Your eyes flitted to his desperately. “The oven is broken.”

“Can’t be. We’ve been cooking in it all week long,” Jae reminded, stepping closer to check everything out.

“Well, now it’s not working! Dinner is ruined!” you cried, your gaze slipping to the clock on the wall with a hearty wail. “Everyone will be here in three hours!”

“Three hours should be plenty to cook a turkey,” Jae reasoned, but you were prancing up and down on the spot like a disgruntled reindeer who didn’t get to fly off with the others on Santa’s sleigh.

Looking closely at the oven, Jae stifled a laugh. “Babe?”

“Oh what?! Christmas is ruined all because our stupid oven is—”

“Not turned on,” he concluded with a snort.

Your irritable expression turned murderous. “Don’t be ridiculous. I turned it on hours ago! Look, the oven light is on and everything!”

Still struggling to not laugh, Jae pointed to the dials on the panel. “You’ve turned on the oven setting, which makes the light come on, but not the temperature gauge.”

“What?” Shunting him out of the way, you looked at the panel and then frowned. “But I… I’m sure I turned it on! Surely, I did! I got up and turned on the oven, and then dashed off to finish wrapping presents. I did it!”

Without answering, knowing you would hit him if he did, Jae reached for the temperature dial and turned it on. Instantly, the fans of the oven started up.

You shared a look with your partner, yours of sheer horror, whilst his was strangled amusement.

Jae couldn’t help it. Laughter erupted from every part of him, and he doubled over, gripping onto the countertop as his knees wobbled with the sheer strength of his reaction.

You grumbled incoherently as you opened the door to the oven and put the turkey back in it, reaching for the temperature to put it on the desired heat. “Oh yeah. Laugh it up, Jae. It’s real funny.”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t laugh,” he wheezed out, looking up at you and then was hit with another wave of giggles. “But you were just so comical right now.”

“Super comical.”

“Come on, Y/N. You can see that this is a little funny, right?”

Your hands rose to your hips and his laughter cut short. “You know, I wonder if Santa is going to have anything but coal for you this year!”

“I already know you’ve gotten me three presents under our tree, babe,” he cheekily pointed out, and you spun on your heel, heading out of the kitchen and towards the twinkling pine in the corner of the room. Ducking underneath, you reached for those presents, right as Jae attempted to stop you.

“Okay, I’m an asshole for laughing at your stressed-out reaction!” he proclaimed, and you arched an eyebrow at him to show you were now ready to listen. Jae regathered himself before smiling warmly at you. “At least, we figured out it wasn’t working now instead of an hour before dinner. Christmas isn’t ruined. We’ve saved it by turning on the dial needed to actually cook things.”

Your eyes narrowed again at his jibbing. “JAE!”

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Cigarettes After Sex. Optional Bias Ver.

|| Optional Bias x f!reader

|| genre: fluff, suggestive

|| warnings: cigarette usage, mentions of sex

|| Requested: YES / NO

please tell me if there are anything more i should add on the warnings also feedback is appreciated p_p

summary: the title itself?

A/N: This is the Optional Bias ver of my CAS fic! PLEASE tell me if you see a different name here and not H/N 😭😭😭 try to listen to cigarettes after sex while reading 10/10 recommended (also reading this late at night is not a very bad idea)

H/N slowly unwrapped his arms around your bare waist as he slowly stood up from his position and sat on the side of the bed. He couldn't quite sleep after a very intense sesion between the two of you. He slipped on his boxers, shorts, and his shirt that he used as his inner shirt before slipping his sweatshirt which was now laying down on the floor. Discarded.

Reaching out to the small table beside the bed to get his lighter and cigarettes before he slowly made his way out of the bedroom to the connected balcony on the left side of the room. Sliding the door ever so carefully, being very cautious about his actions. Trying not to wake you up.

He leaned his elbows on the rails of the balcony. He stared at the midnight view of the city before releasing a deep sigh as he took on stick and started to light it up with his other hand covering the flame due to the cold wind passing him. When he successfully did, he bounced it slightly around his lips and teeth before using his right hand to pull it away and breathing out the smoke. Moments like these were also healing to him (though cigarettes does not heal your body in a good way, btw) it was a moment to reflect on his days. That's why when he told you that there is going to be a balcony on the bedroom, he was so excited to spend nights admiring the view.

He was so immersed in his thoughts when he didn't even realize that you had also woke up due to the lack of warmth. Your blanket was kicked of, only covering your hips and not feeling your boyfriend beside you. You stretched your arms and wiped your sleepy eyes just to figure out where he is right now. There is no way he would just leave you without waking you up.

Finally spotting him, his body was bent against the rails due to his very tall figure. Then later on you saw him breathing out smoke. You smirked a little just because he had recently asked you if you were okay with him smoking which you agreed to. You just told him to not do it on a daily basis unless he wants you to subconsciously spill side effects of smoking and to the people around him.

You also went up and picked up the nearest shirt you can see on the floor which was his sweater. Slowly, you also started to wear your underwear and shorts before walking towards the balcony to join him. You slowly opened the door and hugged him from behind which you could tell, he was surprised by your actions. Assuming you were still in your dream land.

He giggled at your actions knowing that you tend to get very into skinships after sex. He pulled your arms off him as he guided you infront of him, sandwhiching you between him and the railings as he dropped his chin on the top of your head before releasing a contented sigh. You also stared at the view for a moment then slowly glancing down at his cigarette. "Why are you smoking this late, mister?"

"I don't actually know why but smoking after sex is good. It's like the spark from the sex combines with the warmth of the cigarette or something" you laughed at his argument. You have never really tried smoking as you know this is not a very healthy hobby. It was no surprise to you when H/N asked you if he could smoke for a minute for the first time as he had already portrayed this side of him publicly. The wind was coming from the right side of your balcony hence, he faced left to exhale the smoke from his body for you to refrain on inhaling most of it. Very thoughtful of him.

"Can I try?" You asked him with puppy eyes and with a small pout. He laughed at your actions but he admit, he could never resist this pleading. "Fine but do it slowly. If you can't do it don't do it but remember it ain't my fault if you started smoking too"

You rolled your eyes when he said those words to you. He slowly leaned the tip of the cigarette to your mouth. Opening your mouth and trapping it slightly between your lips as you inhaled slowly but soon failed when you started to cough out nearly everything you had consumed. He also started to laugh but he knew this was normal for a first timer.

Few minutes later you had tried to inhale and exhale it and succeeded for 3 times without coughing your lungs out but it really wasn't your thing and H/N could sense it by the looks of your face. He kissed the side of your forehead before discarding the cigarette on the ash tray before he hugged you tightly from behind, mutually still, admiring the view.

NAVIGATION

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Here’s a prompt list for request.

Ask for a minimum of one number (can be more) and pairing. Also add if you want it to be angst, smut or fluff.

ALSO MY ANON PART AINT WORKING BUT I WILL KEEP YALL ANON.

I didn’t come up with these prompts.

1. "How long have you been staring at that screen?"

2. "Do you really want to test me?"

3. "How did I end up watching this?"

4. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just worried someone is going to take you away from me.”

5. “I just want to hug you and never let go.”

6. “You’re an adult! Act like it!”

7. “Did you seriously patch up a stab wound with scotch tape?”

9. “Are you stuck?”

10. “Man, you sure got knocked around a lot today.”

11. “Just the idea of anything happening to you makes me feel physically sick.”

12. A miscommunication leads to everyone being told Person A is dead, and Person B does not handle it well. When Person A shows up completely fine, Person B is overjoyed. 

13. “It shouldn’t be physically possible for me to love you this much.”

14. “What would you do if I died?” “Can we not talk about this?”

15. “They’re too good for you.”

16. “You look so cute in pajamas

17. “You’re my favorite person ever.”

18. “I love you so much I don’t know what to do.”

19. “You need to be more careful!”

20. “Why are we on the roof?”

21. “I know it’s wrong, but I love you.”

22. Why are you like this?”

23. I can handle myself. You don’t need to protect me.”

24. I miss you.” 

25. You are not fine, you’re bleeding!”

26. Look, I really screwed up and I need advice.”

27. I hope you’re here to apologize.” “Is there something you want to tell me?”

28. You are sick, therefore I am going to take care of you. End of discussion.

29. I’m fine. It was just a nightmare. You don’t need to worry.”

30. I just want to cuddle.”

31. Every day I get to spend with you is the best day.”

32. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

33. “You have the most amazing smile.”

34. “You’re just not intimidating. Sorry.”

35. “Stop whacking me with that stupid rubber chicken!”

36. “Stop kicking me under the table!”

37. “What are you, five?”

38. “I heard a loud sound. Are you okay?”

39. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

40. “How on Earth did you get so muddy?”

41. “Close your eyes. Don’t peek.”

42. “You know, it’s hard to stay upset when I’m holding you this close.”

43. Person A spends the entire day throwing things at Person B, just for fun.

44. Person A keeps stealing Person B’s snacks.

45. You should really get some sleep.”

46. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

47. I hate children. They’re the worst.”

48. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

49. I wish you’d stop saying that.”

50. Person A tries (and fails) to convince everyone they aren’t in love with person B. 

51. I’m having a long day, okay?” 

52. Stop treating me like a child!”

53. I hate it when you rhyme my name with things.”

54.

55. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

56. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

57. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

58. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

59. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

60. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

61. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

62. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

63. A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

64. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

65. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

66. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

67. Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

68. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

69. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

70. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

71. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

72. Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

73. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

74. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

75. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

76. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

77. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

78. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

79. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

80. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

81. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

82. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

83. Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

84. Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

85. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

86. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

87. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

88. Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

89. An awkward kiss given after a first date.

90. Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

91. Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

92. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

93. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

94. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

95. Kisses shared under an umbrella.

96. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

97. A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

98. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

99. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

100. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

101. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

102. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

103. Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

104. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

105.

106. Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.

107. Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.

108. Holding the little one for the first time.

109. Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

110. Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow.

111. Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

112. Finger painting with little one.

113. Little one getting food all over their face.

114. Going on a walk together with little one.

115. Little one coming to sleep with you after having a bad dream.

116. Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume.

117. Little one’s first birthday.

118. Keeping little one from trying to eat crayons.

119. Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.

120. Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.

121. Little one sticking their toes in their mouth.

122. Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength.

123. Helping little one go down a slide at the park.

124. Little one needing an emergency bath.

125. Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.

126. Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.

127. Reading a book with little one on your lap.

128. Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.

129. Playing airplane/train to get little one to open their mouth and take a bite of food.

130. Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.

131. Playing peek-a-boo with little one.

132. Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal.

133. Playing “This Little Piggy” on little one’s toes.

134. Having little one help mix cookie dough.

135. Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.

136. Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.

137. Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.

138. Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

139. Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.

140. Little one sticking pretzel sticks up their nose.

141. Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.

142. Having little one help flip pancakes.

143. Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.

144. Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.

145. Little one pointing out colors and shapes that they recognize.

146. Having little one wear their first formal wear.

147. Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

148. Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.

149. Choosing little one’s name together.

150. Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion.

151. Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.

152. The first time little one picks their own outfit.

153. Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.

154. Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

155. Little one playing dress up with a grown-up set of shoes.

156.

157. Holding their hands when they are shaking.

158. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

159. Traveling long distances just to see them.

160. Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

161. Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

162. Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

163. Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

164. Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

165. Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

166. Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

167. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

168. Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

169. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

170. Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

171. Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

172. Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

173. Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

174. Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

175. Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

176. Washing their back/hair in the shower.

177. Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

178. Listening to them while they vent.

179. Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

180. Tracing your names together in the sand.

181. Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

182. Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

183. Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

184. Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

185. Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

186. Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

187. Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

188. Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

189. Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

190. Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

191. Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

192. Helping brush their hair after a shower.

193. Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

194. Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

195. Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

196. Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

197. Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

198. Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

199. Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

200. Standing between them and a busy road.

201. Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

202. Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

203. Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

204. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

205. Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

206. Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

[lemonietrinket]

Rain Beat ||| Dowoon x Reader

Summary: In an attempt to coax Dowoon out of his shell that he only seems to occupy when with you, you ask him if he’s willing to teach you how to drum Genre: Fluff i guess  Warning(s): None Word Count: 1434  Song(s): Ambience  AN: Happy Birthday to my favourite bean Dowoon!!!!

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Rain hammered against the open window above your head, the cool air slipping through the gap and threading through the room. It would have risen a chill across your skin had you not been focusing intently on the instrument before you in an effort to desperately not make a fool of yourself. The rain had a beat of its own, and within seconds it had thrown you off the simple one you were striking with your hands. The bass thudded by your feet keenly—there’d been a flurry of joy that erupted in a giggle as you found keeping a rhythm with your foot simple enough—meanwhile its current partner, the snare drum, lagged a solid pulse behind.

With the joy fizzling out alongside the innocent dreamlike thoughts proposing ‘what if you were a natural’ and ‘what if you were destined to become the next drum prodigy’, you sighed and dejectedly came to a stop. The thunder rumbled in discontent in the sky far beyond.

“Ah, it’s ok! Try again, I’m sure you can...”

You glanced up to your mentor who was stood just to your side. He was twirling a drumstick of his own in his hand and if you hadn’t known better you could have taken it as him showing off. This was Dowoon after all, and he would do no such thing. Despite how effortless it came to him, smooth wood gliding over rolling fingers, it was clear that he was just as nervous in a way as you were—if the blushed ears and trailed off words hadn’t given it away already.

You had figured this would have brought him out of his shell more with you, since the drums were his passion, his terrain, something he knew well like the back of his hands. He would feel comfortable talking to you about it because it was something he knew in spools more than you ever would, you had reasoned. If that hadn’t occurred right away, it surely wouldn’t be long before your lack of ability would at least settle the tone into a more lighthearted one. However, it was only now that you were beginning to contemplate that you had misjudged.

“Ah, I think...” As he fumbled with his own hands, soft cheeks puffing as his brain worked through how to describe what he meant, you watched as he stopped spinning his drumsticks and procured them proudly to you instead. It took you a few moments to connect the dots.

“Oh, right! Oops,” you chuckled, shimmying your hands towards the ends of your own, “would be good to hold the drumsticks properly, right?”

His smile flashed before your eyes as he nodded and hummed. “Oh... yeah, that would... that would be good!”

After a few moments you attempted to strike up a beat again, but as soon as you hit the snare you realised you were doomed to slip out of beat. You had adjusted your grip but had forgotten how tightly you should probably hold them, and within moments the two had slipped out of synchrony. You let your arms still as you huffed, trying to keep a bright face.

You didn’t want to let Dowoon down, because you had previously figured your sense of rhythm was good and had announced so to him and the rest of the band, but more importantly because it was Dowoon specifically in question. Sweet, kind, gentle Dowoon. With his soft grins and deep voice, who was a comedic genius with the others, but seemed to always retreat when he came to stand at your side. You couldn’t picture his face contorting into disappointment at you or your crappy drumming no matter how bad it was, but it didn’t halt the uneasy trickling of shame in your chest. It sat right next to the heart that was beating erratically, a thrum too fast for what your body was trying to manage itself, and too loud for you to truly concentrate.

You wanted to succeed though, for him, despite the obvious difficulties that ironically presented themselves in the form of the person you needed to very much complete them in the first place. Clearly this was something you had in common as well, as when you came to your jagged stop, Dowoon shuffled a bit closer to you after a deep inhale.

“It’s ok, this isn’t the easiest beat to start with,” he reassured, voice dipped low in a surprising quiet clarity, “I struggled too when I first started out. It’ll be a bit easier if you hold them like... this and... aim for this part of the skin.”

You were well aware that Dowoon was talented. There was no doubt about it. He had been chosen specifically for his job, and the job itself came with many restrictions and added dollops of hard work and care. However, the level of that hard work had never hit home quite like it did to you right then.

He poised his drumsticks on the chair he had refused to leave once you’d entered the room, and offered his now-empty hands towards you. It wasn’t a request for you to hold them, his palms were visible to you but turned towards your own, still gripping your own pair of sticks and were once again too far down the wood. You didn’t move, and just gazed curiously as one of his hands gently enveloped one of your own.

Now you were certain that the gesture was nothing more than correcting your poor placement, but you were even more certain that sparks practically flew as his skin met yours. His hands were hot, as if they’d been rubbed in combat to the cold or nerves, and you very nearly went limp at his touch and dropped the drumstick entirely. Though, they were also rough. Against the smooth skin of the back of your palm, the etched lines and faint rises of callouses stood out like mountains and rivers to your own. They sat at his joints and ran across your knuckles as he manoeuvred your fingers into the correct grip, a sign of how much he practised and wore himself down until the music sounded just right. Despite the surface his touch was nothing but soft, treating it as if he didn’t want the same to happen to you. There was something so mellowing about it that you couldn’t help but speak up.

When Dowoon brought your hand back to the snare, guiding you to tap the head of the drumstick against the prime part of the snare drum, you uttered, “Does it hurt? Drumming?”

As your eyes crept up to his and he met your gaze with the fading look of a deer caught in headlights, you wondered if he would answer at all until he finally did.

“At first... yeah, but it gets easier,” he said slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “I don’t think getting good at anything is painless, though.”

Lips opening to debate you quickly found words falling to the wayside while you nodded instead, looking away. He was right, though he had surprised you with the accuracy and the depth that appeared out of nowhere. Just, it only made him more endearing.

It was at that moment you noticed he was still holding your hand. He held onto you firmer than he had done before, the joints of his fingers melding with yours as the tip of your thumb traced across his.

You immediately wished you hadn’t gawped so poignantly at the caress, as despite your true feelings Dowoon’s hand left yours like a cracked whip, returning to his chest before he scooped up his drumsticks once again.

“I’ll try again,” you covered, hoping that he would understand that you saw no harm in what he did, and praying that he would see how it was truly quite the opposite, “maybe I’ll get it this time!”

Stringing up the rhythm once again, beginning with the bass and adding the snare only when you were certain your foot wouldn’t falter, your eyes were impossible to focus upon the drum kit before you. They kept dragging themselves back, back towards Dowoon and his small smile that flickered like a candle flame but shone brighter than the sun.

In the end, you still got it wrong, especially when you tried to add a crash cymbal to the mix. But you were at least sure that it had nothing to do with the rain this time around. That truly had to go to the hope that flourished in your chest every time your glances met.

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AN: well i had no idea where this was going to go when i started it, but it turned out like this so idk if its boring or not :((

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