#dividers from: kurapipin and cafekitsune

[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ LET ME TREAT YOU ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 박종성 x fem!reader || fic

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: jay was a giver, he always has been. so when your darling boyfriend decided to treat you with his new pay check, you were as grateful as always, but you soon decide that there were more important things than a new pair of jeans

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!jay x non-idol!reader, est. relationship

warnings: attempts at humour, pet names, the smallest hint of angst, potential to feel guilt bcs jay is too good for this world

w.c: ~ 1k

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“I might try this one on too.”

Jay smiled, gesturing for you to let him hold the jeans.

His first pay check had just arrived and your boyfriend had surprised you with a trip to the mall and a nice lunch.

You felt like you’d already splurged enough on the delicious affogato at the cafe but Jay had insisted that you both treat yourselves to some new clothes. And you desperately wanted a new pair of jeans.

“Jay, I swear, it’s impossible to find one that fits exactly the way I want.” You had about four different styles of denim pants hung over one arm as you sifted through the hangers for more options.

Jay was designated with the task to keep track of which jeans seemed closest to your desired style.

You had your back turned to him but you could still hear your boyfriend sigh a little, leaning against the wall as you continued your hunt.

“Love,” he called out, “how about you start trying some of these and see if we can eliminate some options.”

You waved a hand as a gesture for him to wait a second. “I just need one more!”

Jay scoffed a laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sure. Sure. Whatever you say.”

“Mhm.”

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After staying silent for a few moments, Jay cleared his throat. “If these jeans fit anything like the ones you’re wearing right now, then I guess it’ll be worth it.”

You gasped, flicking your head to the side, “Park Jongseong!”

Heart racing at the sound of his laughter, you turned away hastily to grab the last pair of jeans in your size before rushing off to the trials rooms.

“Goddamn, slow down.” Jay followed behind you, his long strides helping him catch up in no time.

A smirk creeped onto your face and you shook your head involuntarily at the way Jay pulled you closer by your waist, walking in tandem as you reached the last stall.

“Here.” He handed you the pile you considered ‘Pile 1’ aka the jeans that you were hoping and praying would fit you because they looked perfect. He proceeded to take ‘Pile 2’ off your hands. “Gimme those, and I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks baby,” you whispered, before sliding the curtain shut.

Out of the four jeans you’d brought into the trail room, three fit you quite nicely, but one in particular, was perfect. So much so that you couldn’t help but poke your head out (followed by a quick laugh at Jay’s startled expression) before asking him to come inside.

“So, what do you think?”

Jay dropped the jeans he was holding onto the trail room seat, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated between you and your reflection in the mirror.

You turned a couple times to glance at yourself, extremely satisfied with the way they fit.

“You look great,” Jay smiled, his eyes closing slightly into half mooned crescents. “You definitely need to get these.”

You brushed your hair back, sighing from the relief of finally finding a new pair of jeans and not having to wear the same two pieces you had for years. “How much is it?” You asked aloud, turning back to let Jay check the tag.

You watched his face as the sound of cardboard brushing against his fingertips filled the small room. His expression was pretty unmoving, a simple jut of his lower lip followed by a nod.

“It’s good, totally fits the budget.”

You frowned, “Okay… What is it, though?”

“Uh…”

You twisted around to check the tag yourself before feeling your jaw drop. “What?”

Jay stepped forward, his hands enveloping yours, making you let go of the price tag as he turned you back around to face your guys’ reflection. “Don’t worry about it.”

You blinked at his nonchalance, “Jay, it’s not within our budget, it is our budget.”

“You know I can afford it,” he reasoned.

“That’s not the point!”

“Love-”

You look away from the mirror, facing your boyfriend and resting your hands against his chest. “Jay, this is your first proper pay check, this isn’t an internship anymore, you deserve this money.”

“I know that.” Jay leaned a little closer, “But I want to spend it on you.”

You pursed your lips. On the one hand, you really wanted these jeans, but agreeing to spend that much money on them — regardless of the fact that quality denim is an investment — it wasn’t fair to Jay and therefore, went against everything that you stood for.

“I’m not doing it,” you muttered, shaking your head. “I don’t need these. I want them, but I can — no, I will find a more affordable price.”

Jay opened his mouth to interject, only to be silence by your soft palm against his lips.

Your voice was just a whisper, “I don’t want you to convince me. You already give me so much, Jay. We can buy me some nice jeans another time, just enjoy the money you earned for yourself, please.”

Jay’s eyes darted back and forth between yours, you could feel the gentle smile of his lips against your palm before you removed it.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you closer and kissing you tenderly. “I’m not exactly happy with this,” his words came out muffled between your kisses, “But just know that I will be spoiling you soon.”

“How about you let me pick out some clothes for you and we’ll call it even?” You slid your arms around his neck.

Jay smirked. “That’s not even in any way.”

“You’ll get a hot new outfit.”

“Tempting.” He leaned forward, nudging your noses together.

a.n: second instalment of the ‘kiss me don’t say no’ drabble series !! trust cute bf jay to want to treat you when he should be the one getting special treatment :(

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey

2025 © yourislandgirl

[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ YOU MAKE IT HOME ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 양정원 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: moving into a new apartment, ready for a new beginning, you find comfort in knowing that home can always be found amongst the gentle presence, the safe haven of your boyfriend, jungwon. and you’ll do everything you can (even subconsciously) to make him feel at home with you too

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!jungwon x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, serious relationship

warnings: attempts at humour, hints of suggestiveness bcs it’s jungwon and i can’t help myself, pet names

w.c: 1.8k

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The rain that pattered against the glass windows made the already empty apartment seem more grey and lifeless. Cardboard boxes, yet to be unpacked, were piled around the living room, some opened, some still sealed. You placed your hands on your hips, surveying the room and the inevitable work it would take to organise everything, not to mention make it all pretty and cozy…

There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance, a subtle yet obvious hint that there was no way you’d be able to unpack some boxes and make it to your boyfriends apartment tonight without getting swamped with rain or stuck in traffic. The only option would be to unseal the carefully packed mattress in your soon-to-be bedroom and sleep here.

Perfect.

Brushing back your hair, you made your way to the kitchen counter and finished the last of your soda, the empty glass bottle clinking as it was placed back on the laminate surface.

And you got to work. Cutting through double or triple layers of tape, pulling out steel utensils, kitchen appliances, pots and pans, before carefully sorting them into the drawers and cabinets. You knew you’d pull them all out again in a week to resort and reorganise them anyway but regardless, the boxes needed the go. That musty smell was getting to you.

You’d managed to finish three when there was a strong knock at the door. Heavy and a bit daunting.

You froze, fingers twitching, ready to reach for something sharp.

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“Hey!”

Your shoulders dropped, relaxing in an instant at the familiar voice.

“Y/N it’s me! Let me in! My hands are kinda full.”

You jumped over a couple boxes, sliding in your socks as you reached the door and pulled it open to see Jungwon standing there, hands full with an umbrella, a shopping bag and a bouquet of flowers. Peonies. Your favourite.

“Happy new apartment day!” He smiled brightly, handing you the bouquet and leaning forward, his lips pressing softly against your forehead.

You held the flowers close to your chest, eyes shutting quickly to savour the sweetness of his presence. You whispered a soft “Thank you” before reaching for his now free hand and pulling him inside.

“What’d you buy?” You asked while taking the empty soda bottle and washing it a few times before filling it with water for the peonies.

Jungwon walked through the kitchen, smiling at your recent unpacking and organising, knowing full well it would not last a week. “Oh just a small house warming gift,” he shrugged.

“Huh?” You smiled over your shoulder, carefully arranging the pink flowers in the bottle and placing it in the middle of the open counter. “I thought these were the house warming gift.”

“Nope, they’re just a little something for you, but this,” Jungwon reached inside the shopping bag and pulled out a new lamp; it was a lovely little star shaped bulb, the wiring visible through the glass, giving it a vintage feel despite the modernist urban charm of the lamp itself. “This is for your new house. And also for your hoard.”

“My collection.”

“It’s a hoard.”

You smirked, your fingers glided over the smooth glass while you observed the new lamp you would be adding to your ever growing collection — and yes, no matter what Jungwon said, it was a collection — an assortment of various lamps and night light and fairy light strings, little sources of brightness, the key to ambience and atmosphere in your opinion. Any excuse to not use the big lights.

You slid past your boyfriend, towards the living room’s power sockets. Usually they’d be used for a tv but given the circumstances, aside from charging your phone or laptop, you might as well use them to test out the lamp.

As soon as you pressed the switch, it was as if new life had been breathed into the space, the somber drear of the outside world wasn’t so overpowering anymore. You could actually appreciate the relaxing sound of the rain without having to feel bleak and bland.

The walls were bathed in orange and yellow, the shadows added dimensions to the currently bare walls, even in the blatantly empty room, filled only with half unpacked boxes and the presence of a young couple, it didn’t feel so empty.

“So?” Jungwon’s voice was soft, you hadn’t even noticed that he had crouched beside you, observing your reaction. “Do you like it?”

Your smile was answer enough, you pulled him closer by his arm, huddling with him around the lamp like it was some source of warmth. “I love it.” You gently kissed his cheek.

“Good.” He rested his head against yours for a few seconds before sighting and getting up, pulling you with him. “Okay. Let’s get to work. What can I do?”

After about forty five minutes to an hour of solid productive work, you and Jungwon had retired to the random couch cushions you’d found in one of the many boxes you’d unpacked. Cracking open two new bottles of soda, the two of you leaned against the wall, watching the rain get heavier and heavier.

“Babe, if we want to get to my place, we need to leave soon. As in now.” Jungwon set the bottle down, stretching a little.

You looked around at the room once more, some decent progress has been made, but you didn’t really want to leave just yet. “Actually, I was thinking I’d stay here tonight. Open the mattress and crash on that.”

“What? No. No, you’re coming with me.”

“But I’ve got cushions and blankets in the box inside the room. Plus all my skin care is in my bag anyway. And I don’t need to worry about food because I stocked up this afternoon from the convenience store a few blocks down.”

Jungwon furrowed his brows, admittedly remembering the sight of said convenience store while on his way to your apartment.

He took another sip of his drink, contemplating, before giving you a little pouted smile. “Fine, we’ll stay here tonight.”

“We?”

He scoffed, “Obviously? I’m not letting you sleep on some bare mattress on your own.”

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, a defence to hide the way your heart raced at his words. You stood up, gesturing for him to do the same. “Let’s set up now, before we make dinner.”

Jungwon hummed, following suit.

You felt a lightness in your chest as walked towards your new room. As unfinished as it may be, it was still your new room.

You knew this apartment would bring about new beginnings, new memories. And it excited you beyond words. And of course, the only person you really wanted to tell it all to was Jungwon.

“I can’t believe it took me this long to move,” you started. You knew he remembered the struggle of your old apartment, the distance between the two of you, as well as the achingly long commute to your campus and your job. All things considered, your old living situation wasn’t as good. It did the job, but this new place would only do it better.

Before you’d realised, the mattress had been unfurled, some blankets had been thrown over it like makeshift sheets, the couch cushions as your pillows, and Jungwon had gently guided you to sit down on the soft mattress while he went around the room, switching on a few of your other lamps.

The room’s atmosphere morphed into a mixed hue of muted pink and purple of a sunset lamp, blending into a lightly saturated orange of yet another sunset lamp, finally topped off with the watery wave-like reflection of an ocean lamp.

After all of that, he sat down beside you. Smiling at the energy with which you spoke, the clear excitement for new opportunities evident from the way your eyes shone.

“I’m really happy for you, Y/N.” Jungwon wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I haven’t even told you the best stuff.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The convenience store? It has your favourite ice cream! I talked to the guy at the register, apparently the shop owner loves it too so it’s always in stock.”

Jungwon chuckled, opening his mouth to respond but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, indicating that you had more to tell.

“Another thing, there’s a park not too far from here, it’s dog friendly. Dog friendly!! I double checked the signs and everything. There’s so many cute dogs running around, it’s good space, perfect for Maeumi!”

Your hands moved in an endearing yet animated fashion, demonstrating just how big the park was, completely unaware of Jungwon’s dazed expression, the way he was drinking in your radiance.

You were too busy explaining more of the wonders you’d found: “And, and, just wait because I can’t wait to show your mum the antique store I found in this small corner of the neighbourhood. She’s gonna love it!”

“I love you.” Jungwon breathed out his words, his eyes darting back and forth between yours.

“Hm? I love you too, baby.”

“No, like, I love you. You’re here starting a new chapter of your life, in a new place, something that should be for yourself. And you still found ways to make it feel like home for me.”

Frowning slightly, you wondered why he felt so shocked by this. He did the same for you — keeping your favourite chocolate in his pantry, calling you every time he went to the bookstore near his place in case you wanted something, always having a pack of your favourite brand of sanitary pads in his bathroom in case the need arises — he made his world feel like home for you.

“You do this all the time though? The least I can do is reciprocate.”

He tucked away the pieces of hair framing your face, “Only you would think something so thoughtful and special was inherently normal.”

You felt your eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered, tilting his head to kiss you. He tasted of soda and spearmint, an odd combination but it made your head spin.

You pulled away slightly, taking in a couple of breaths to regulate your heartbeat. “You’d probably run out of ice cream,” you muttered.

His smirk quirked up on one side, your stomach fluttering at the sight. “Wow, you’re so funny, I wanna be just like you when I grow up.”

You scoffed, “No ice cream for you.” With a quick push, he fell back against the mattress, seeming totally unfazed.

“That’s fine by me.” He pulled you down next to him.

a.n: fourth instalment of the kiss me, don’t say no series !! not only is it JUNGWON DAY !!! but i’m glad his instalment was number four as in 04 as in the year he (and me) were born !!! happy jungwon day everyone <333 hope you liked this one xx

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey

2025 © yourislandgirl

[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ RAMEN RESOLUTIONS ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 이히승 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: sometimes all you need is someone who tries, because they love you. heeseung was your someone, and he’d move mountains to prove it . or make you some ramen.. rain check on the mountains

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!heeseung x non-idol!reader, est. relationship

warnings: attempts at humour, pet names, the smallest hint of angst, heeseung’s poor choice in skincare

w.c: 1k

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You were extremely annoyed.

Last night was… a mess. And you didn’t even have the time to ruminate on it since your day started off late — you missed your bus, you had to take an uber to campus, you made a stupid mistake on your quiz and lost three marks because of it, and to top it all off you had to walk home in the rain because you forgot to check the weather forecast for the afternoon.

You were cold, shivering a little, hair sticking to your forehead, damp and kinda gross. It was an odd feeling to be sweating while the weather was so cold but it couldn’t be helped as you rushed into your apartment, only stopping to finally take a breath when you entered the elevator.

You leaned against the elevator walls, pushing your hair off of your cheeks. There was no way today could get worse.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and as you pulled it out, you took a deep breath in. Heeseung’s bright smile graced your screen, the name ‘Hee-man🧍‍♂️’ at the top.

“Oh god,” you muttered to yourself. It was bracing, those tense three seconds where you wait whilst deciding whether to pick up the phone or let it keep ringing. Truth be told, you loved your boyfriend, you loved him to the ends of the earth, but after such a shitty fight the night before, followed by such a shitty day, well…

You exhaled, and answered the call.

“Hi,” your voice was soft.

“Hey.”

You felt your stomach flip. Two years and you still could not control that reaction every time you heard his voice.

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Heeseung sighed before continuing, “Look, I know you had long classes today, and I know all you wanna do is just relax but… I was hoping we could talk?”

“Um,” you glanced at the number on the elevators monitor, your floor was next. “Okay, yeah, okay.” It was like you were trying to convince yourself that it would be alright. “It’s just that, I only just got home.”

“That’s fine,” Heeseung chuckled, “I’m at your apartment.”

You froze, almost forgetting to get off the elevator as the door opened. “I- what?”

It was like you could see Heeseung shrugging as he went “Mhm, I was hoping you’d say yes.”

“A bit presumptuous, huh?”

“I like to think it’s because I know you so well,” he chuckled.

You slowed down your pace, a few steps away from your door.

It was never fun to fight with him, the few fights you’ve had you’d resolved quickly, but last night was different. It was the first time either of you went to bed without fixing things. But even in the midst of nerves and the buzzing sensation from how overstimulated you were from your day, Heeseung had managed to calm you down in about five seconds.

You really wanted to fix things. And you hoped that’s what he wanted too.

As you stepped through the threshold of your door, you smiled at the warmth that filled your home.

He’d turned the heater on in the living room, he was listening to the playlist you made for him and he was… in the kitchen?

“What are you doing?” You dropped your bag and coat on the dining table chairs, unclipping your hair to start drying it.

Heeseung smirked, glancing up from the cutting board. “Ramyeon,” he said, simply using his thumb to gesture behind him at your stove. A copper pot sat on top with a delicious, spicy scent wafting out. Heeseung carefully added some small squares of fish cakes before turning down the heat to let it simmer.

You leaned against the counter, observing his movements as he let out an awkward cough, shuffling a little closer to you.

“I, uh… I know that there are a few things we need to talk about and, um, I want to sit down and properly explain my side and hear your side and just…”

You held his hand, stopping him from waving them around in a frenzy as he tried to find the words to explain what you already knew. “I get it,” you whispered. “You wanna work this out.”

Heeseung gave your hand a squeeze, a silent confirmation.

The relief that washed over you was worth every nitty gritty annoyance that you went through today.

“It was just some miscommunication, baby.” Heeseung pulled you closer by your waist. “I didn’t like how we left it last night so, I figured I’d do something nice, let you know that I’m sorry for that. And maybe we could just eat some ramyeon together and I can help you relax before we talk about this?”

You fought the smile but it slowly bloomed on your face. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he shrugged. “But just because we had a fight doesn’t mean we don’t love each other, right?”

You nodded, burying your face into his chest. “You’re right,” you whispered, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt.

Heeseung pulled back a little, his eyes darting down and back up, holding himself back from leaning closer.

He settled his gaze on your lips. “I wanna kiss you right now.” The heat of his breath brushed against your cheeks.

You didn’t trust your voice to respond, opting to lean closer, closing your eyes and melting into his touch.

Heeeseung hands slid up your arm, reaching to cup your face, smiling into the kiss. It felt that much more special to know the love you shared wasn’t dependent on good moods and easy going days. Heeseung gave you the freedom to feel and the agency to express every emotion. Willing to slow down and solve the issue together because your love isn’t something finite. Heeseung made you feel worthy of asking for that love, he made you feel worthy of accepting that love, even when you weren’t at your best self.

“We’ll be alright,” he murmured against your hairline.

You giggled under your breath, before screwing your eyes shut. “Oh, babe… Your fingers smell like fish cakes.”

“But you love fish cakes.”

“Not as skin care!”

a.n: first instalment of the ‘kiss me don’t say no’ drabble series !! welcome to the month of love everyone <333

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey — @rynnest

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[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || OT7 엔하이픈 x fem!reader || drabbles — mini masterlist !!

summary: scenarios where enhypen ask for a kiss — insp. ‘XO (Only If You Say Yes)’

genre: fluff, romance, non-idol!enhypen x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, enha as simps

warnings: swearing/cursing, attempts at humour, pet names, the smallest hint of angst for some members, a little suggestiveness for some members but nothing major, all entries vary in length bcs idc abt word count, i care abt telling the story i want to tell

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・❥��� heeseung — ramen resolutions

sometimes all you need is someone who tries, because they love you. heeseung was your someone, and he’d move mountains to prove it . or make you some ramen.. rain check on the mountains

・❥・ jay — let me treat you

jay was a giver, he always has been. so when your darling boyfriend decided to treat you with his new pay check, you were as grateful as always, but you soon decide that there were more important things than a new pair of jeans

・❥・ jake — irresistible

distracted by the charm of your darling boyfriend, you find yourself unable to resist his need for attention, but in all seriousness, who’d be able to resist jake?

・❥・ sunghoon — what was left unsaid

being in a relationship with sunghoon was nothing short of absolute splendour, the love between you both was undeniable, and yet you find yourself curious to know where sunghoon’s love began, and what he did about it

・❥・ sunoo — summertime stress

feeling the overwhelming weight of your future pressing down on your heart, you were barely present for the relaxing beach day your boyfriend had planned for you, thankfully, sunoo knew how to create the perfect medicine for lingering anxiety using laughter

・❥・ jungwon — you make it home

moving into a new apartment, ready for a new beginning, you find comfort in knowing that home can always be found amongst the gentle presence, the safe haven of your boyfriend, jungwon. and you’ll do everything you can (even subconsciously) to make him feel at home with you too

・❥・ riki — lemon drop lips

enlisting the help of your boyfriend, you had a goal of completing your biology assignment well in advance, wanting to get back in your teachers good graces, and thanks to riki’s support, the task didn’t feel so impossible, a little sour for sure, but manageable

a.n: been so tired and trying to find the motivation to write has been tough bcs i Want to write but i cant bring myself to type?? anyway, enough woe is me victimising . here is a start to a mini series of themed drabbles. i was gonna do it all in one post but i feel like that’s what’s holding me back from writing, a task too big (even tho it’s not even that big) so i reckon posting smth will bring me some motivation ?? hope you liked them :)

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey — @rynnest

2025 © yourislandgirl

[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ LEMON DROP LIPS ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 리키 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: enlisting the help of your boyfriend, you had a goal of completing your biology assignment well in advance, wanting to get back in your teachers good graces, and thanks to riki’s support, the task didn’t feel so impossible, a little sour for sure, but manageable

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!riki x non-idol!reader, est. relationship

warnings: ni-ki is referred to as "riki", attempts at humour, swearing/cursing, brat boyfriend rikimura, standard high school student stress (i think i write stressed academics a bit too often . oh well)

wc: 2.8k

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“Why would you subject yourself to biology?”

You shrugged at the question.

But it was an assignment from that very class that had both you and your boyfriend at your local park hunting for flowers. The afternoon sunlight was slowly dipping lower and a gentle breeze swayed amongst the grass around your ankles. After carefully closing the lid of your lip balm and tucking it into your jacket pocket, you crouched down beside your boyfriend and took your biology question booklet out of his hands.

“Because,” you started, “I needed a science subject to close out my timetable and Miss Hwang said that bio had more visual learning and there were more hands-on experiments that we could do, so— Wait, why am I even explaining this to you? Dig!”

You nudged Riki with your shoulder, ignoring his groans as you flipped through the question booklet, making sure you’d found the right flower specimen.

Dissecting flora and delving into the horticulture topic was fascinating but equally a challenge. At the start, it included a lot of labelling and diagrams, and then it became more fun when your teacher brought in the bouquets — you and your friends got side tracked in class and started researching the language of flowers.

Riki had even started to take an interest when you talked about your lessons, sitting in the art room with him while he sketched.

Presently, as you pulled your phone out to take down a few notes, you smiled at the little doodle he did of carnation flowers that you’d placed in your phone case.

“They mean love, or something,” he’d muttered as he handed the sketch to you.

“Or something,” you’d muttered back before kissing him on the cheek.

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You shook your head, smiling at the memory while you closed your notes app and opened the camera instead. “Alright, here, take this.” Handing the phone to Riki, you chose to do the actual extraction yourself.

You grabbed the base of the stem and started to tug at it gently. Maybe a little too gently.

The seconds passed by and the stem moved just under a centimetre before Riki finally lost his patience and sighed a little. “Just pluck it.”

You shot him a small, harmless glare to which he replied with his tongue poking out but he remained in place ready to snap the photo.

“Riki, I need the root system as well.”

His expression soured. “I hate your teacher.”

“She hates you too. Go write a diss track about it later.”

You heard him chuckle quietly, your cheeks heating up at the sound.

It took you a few moments to brace yourself through it but eventually, you pulled out the flower, roots and all, and held in your hands as if it was a delicate angels feather. The sigh of relief that left your lips was nothing compared to the groan from Riki when he stood up after finally taking the photo.

“Ugh, my ankles are killing me.” He rolled his head back and clicked the joints in his neck and shoulders while he talked.

You felt a little bad for him but you needed the help. And in all honesty, Riki took better photos than you. The angle, the lighting, it all looked better when he was holding the camera. You used to think there was some secret to it but you quickly came to realise he just had an eye for beauty and composition that no one else had.

You loved the photo, immediately emailing it to yourself so you’d have it on your laptop. When you turned your gaze back up at Riki, he was resting his hands behind his head, eyes drooping a little.

You smirked. “Aw is Shnookums tired?” Reaching forward, your tried to poke his cheek before he gently swatted you away.

Your smile only grew at the sight of how Riki pinched the bridge of his nose, it seemed the memory of such a flattering childhood nicknames was an unwelcome one. “Stop, that was one time.” As he turned to walk further into the park, you could almost hear Riki chuckle as you hurried to catch up to him.

“I don’t know Shnookie,” your voice was torturously teasing, “The home videos your sister showed me say a different story.”

“God the next time I see her…”

Laughter blossomed out of you. Reaching for his hand, you continued to explore the local park’s flora and compare it to the required specimens needed for your biology class.

You’d carefully bagged each flower in a zip lock and handed them to Riki to slide into a folder before placing it in your backpack. Your little system of discovery, extraction, documentation and storage was going well, and you’d just about finished the list with only three remaining specimens left.

“Ok, I say we wrap it up for the day.” Riki got up from his crouched position for the seventh time in the afternoon, stretching every joint carefully, waiting for you to get up as well. Your jacket was slung over his shoulder like a towel, his own makeshift neck pillow.

“Uh…” You remained huddled on the grass, fingers flipping through the biology booklet.

“Y/N?” You looked up, seeing Riki’s expectant gaze, his hand outstretched ready to help you up. “Let’s go, I can walk you home.”

“I think I’m gonna stay a little longer. I can get my mum to pick me up, don’t worry.”

Asking Riki not to worry was like asking him to immediately start panicking, because both resulted in the same outcome. His eyebrows would furrow, his shoulder would tense up, his only goal would be to understand why and what he could do to help.

“I don’t understand,” he reached for your hand, pulling you up with ease, wanting to speak to you at eye level, or, somewhat-eye-level. “This isn’t due until after the weekend. You’ve got time to do this, you can take a break for now. Right?”

You gripped the booklet in your other hand a little tighter.

“Y/N, hey, it’s ok to take a break.”

You puffed out a breath, blowing some stray hairs off your cheeks. “I know that,” you mused. “I just need to do this now. I think… It could make Miss Hwang happy, that’s all.”

Riki’s frown turned from concern to judgement so fast, you’d miss the transition if you blinked. “Ok, what? Who gives a fuck what she thinks?”

“My parents, my report card, my scholarship applications, my—”

“I get it.”

He subtly reached for your wrist, his fingers gentle as they slide down your palm and interlocked with yours.

The silence was anticipatory. The kind where you could feel his questions churning inside by the way his thumb tapped against the back of your hand. It was the kind of silence where you felt his gaze on you a few times as if waiting for you to break the quiet and initiate some conversation.

Riki liked having answer, that much you knew. But you also knew that he’d never force them out of you.

Maybe that’s why it was easier to talk to him more than anyone else.

“Miss Hwang held me and a few others back in class last week.”

Riki slowed down his pace a little, frowning as he recollected the past week. “Hang on, you said you had extra bio work to do.”

“I did,” you shrugged. “I was doing it while she held me back. I, um…”

The hesitation on your face made Riki frown a little deeper, his lips pouting just enough to alleviate your mood that littlest bit. He really did not like that woman, and for what it was worth, that amused you deeply.

Enough to admit the reason with a shy smirk, “She may have seen me texting you while my friends and I did buzzfeed quizzes.”

He scoffed, his head tipping back with a sigh, the mental image of you, his high achieving girlfriend, wasting class time? “Buzzfeed? Really?”

Your eyes lit up with a simmering annoyance that you’d been harbouring for days. “We finished the class work! She was being so petty!”

“She is petty.”

You sighed, “She’s not horrible. Just, I don’t know, strict?”

Shrugging, Riki led you to a park bench to take a seat. “Lovingly, don’t care. Not a fan.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you leaned back onto the cool wood of the park bench, “I need to make her a fan of me again. I really don’t want to lose the favour of a teacher like her ya know?”

Riki merely gave you a blank expression before conceding, “Yeah, ‘kay.”

Wordlessly, he pulled your jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on your lap before taking the biology booklet out of your hands. He started flipping through.

You raised an eyebrow at his actions but quickly became distracted by the sheer concentration on his face.

It was the same face he wore when making sure he had every material needed before painting. Or when he was making sure he’d followed the rule of thirds during a preliminary canvas sketch. He had a precision to his perspective that you could not find in another person.

He only further proved your point by putting an arm over your shoulder and bringing you closer so that you could read along with him. He muttered under his breath about how many samples you’d collected, how many double ups you’d found, the general locations and other areas you could try in the park before it got too dark.

“You want to finish this by the end of the week right? Submit it early?” He didn’t wait for an answer before getting off the bench, taking you with him, his hand holding yours once again. “I’d say we’ve got fifteen more minutes before the street lights turn on.”

He turned to face you again. “We might have to come back tomorrow, babe. I’m sorry.” Pressing a soft kiss on your temple, Riki pulled his phone out to text his sister, asking her to come pick you both up. When he looked back up, Riki halted at the sight of your smile.

“You’re not upset?”

“What?” You hadn’t realised you’d been smiling. Shaking your head to compose yourself, you breathed out a nervous laugh, “Right. No, I’m not. I just… Thank you.”

You smiled wider at his confusion, spurring him to smile back, no less confused than before. At that moment the weight of Miss Hwang’s expectations didn’t matter. Your drive to please her regulated into a drive to please yourself.

As you slowly pulled Riki back to the park bench to sit next you, the simmering urge to submit early started to dissipate. Of course you knew it would come back again tomorrow morning, and you were prepared for that. But maybe Riki had a point, you could afford to take a break.

You’d made excellent progress, and with his help tomorrow, you’d have this assignment completed well before the due date, exactly as planned.

The street lights started to flicker to life, burning their midnight oil, unlike you, who’d chosen to preserve yours.

“You okay?” Riki’s voice was low, lower than a whisper. He still wore an expression of confusion but it had morphed into intrigue, enchantment — he didn’t need to know why you thanked him, he just needed to make sure whatever he did, he’d keep doing it.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered back. “I guess sometimes it hits different, knowing that I’ve got people in my corner, rooting for me and doing whatever they can to help me succeed. Even if the prize isn’t anything special.”

Riki smirked, “In your own words, an A+ is better than a winning lottery ticket.” He pulled you closer once again, the feeling of his arm draped over your shoulder was a welcomed comfort, a familiar warmth.

Even his teasing was welcomed; “That is a foul sentiment, by the way. Who taught you something so illogical? Let me at ‘em.”

You giggled at his dramatics. “I was being sarcastic.”

“I should hope so.”

Riki’s thumb drew small circles into your shoulder, his head dropping down to rest on top of yours. “Seriously, though. You don’t need to thank me for this. Of course I’d help you.”

Your cheeks felt like they were in bloom, lip quirking up as you spoke. “Even though you hate Miss Hwang?”

“Especially because I hate Miss Hwang,” he scoffed, sitting up a little to face you, the glint in his eyes like a fire cracker just looking for trouble.

“Think about it,” he started, “What better way is there to get back at that witch?” He pulled your biology booklet out once more, flipping through the pages speedily, as if to show just how much you’d completed in one afternoon.

“She’s gonna have to give you the top mark, and her knowing that you’re my girl just makes it better.”

You gasped, mockingly. “You petty little—”

“Listen sweets, if there’s anyone that I want succeeding, it’s you.” His arm found its place over your shoulder once more, this time pulling you into the warmth between his collar and neck.

“My support shouldn’t be a shock, it’s a given,” he said, softly.

You breathed in his scent, a little musky coupled with the slight smell of acrylic paint. Pursing your lips, biting back another smile, you turned to gaze up at him.

He glanced down. “What?”

You hummed a noncommittal tone, “You just look very kissable right now.”

It was amusing to witness, the way Riki’s gentle expression morphed into a boyish grin. “Well not to brag but, I fear I just wake up looking kissable.”

“Mhm.”

He nodded, “Honestly, go ahead, feel how kissable my lips are.” Just to prove his point, he puckered them up for you dramatically.

Nudging him in the ribs lightly, you leaned away in faux disgust. “Shut up.”

“Oh come on,” he grabbed your wrist, “I even used your lip balm.”

Your smile dropped, brows furrowing instantly.

Riki halted, verbally backpedaling “Wait, I mean—”

“You used my limited edition lemon drop lip balm?!”

“…No?”

You hands patted frantically against your jacket that was rested on your lap, feeling each of the pockets and finding no small plastic tube of citrusy softness.

Your gaze locked with your boyfriend’s, who’d already gotten off the bench and started walking away hastily.

“Riki!” You followed after him, both of you speeding into a jog, then a run, then a sprint.

Riki’s deep laughter resounded the local park, every other passerby with a dog or on a walk had turned to look at the scene that bolted past them.

You groaned, feeling yourself slowing down. “Stop running!”

“Stop chasing!” He yelled over his shoulder, turning slightly to see your speed reduce, causing him to do the same.

He kept a decent distance from you, hands up in surrender. Well, one hand open. The other was in a fist, his large palm could have been hiding anything but you had an inkling to what was inside.

“Got it right here,” he declared, smugly. Your beloved lip balm.

You stalked closer, before lunging forward to reach his hand. A failed attempt, of course. as he simply lifted it higher. “When did you even take it? Give it back!”

Your hands went to his ribs, aiming to tickle him into submission but he quickly dodged you, circling around, his free hand on your shoulder to hold you at arms length.

“Give me a kiss first!” His eyes were alight, sparked with love, cloaked with mischief.

You shook your head, your own grin was involuntary at that point. “Riki, I swear—”

“Nope.” He leaned forward, his empty hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. “My name’s not Riki, it’s Shnookums. Now hold still and you’ll get your lip balm.”

You fidgeted out of his grip, determined to hold off on kissing him until you got your limited edition. “Fine.” Your hand was held out, palm open for the trade.

Riki unfurled his fist, an empty hand grasped yours and pulled you into him, his own lips locking onto yours.

Any semblance of stubborn determination was immediately dissolved against the taste of lemon meringue and citrusy zest that met your tongue.

The flavour faltered your thoughts, leaving you a blinking, blushing mess as Riki pulled away.

“Is that enough lip balm for you?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a couple steps back.

You jutted your lip out, deep in pretend-thought. “I might need more, funnily enough.”

You giggled at his expression. “Hilarious.”

a.n: FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE KISS ME, DON'T SAY NO SERIES IS HERE AHHHHH — i hope you all enjoyed the ride and i've got so many more drafts just itching to be posted but anyway, thank yoouuuu xx <3

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ IRRESISTIBLE ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 심재윤 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: distracted by the charm of your darling boyfriend, you find yourself unable to resist his need for attention, but in all seriousness, who’d be able to resist jake?

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!jake x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft. mentions of huh yunjin and layla

warnings: attempts at humour, swearing/cursing, pet names, slightly suggestive bcs jake’s a simp and doesn’t bother hiding it, mentioned the book ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ . ya know, in case you don’t like that book ..

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“Stop.”

His giggles were glittery. Just hearing them would set off a flutter in your chest. “What? I’m just appreciating nature and its beauty.” You could practically hear the smile from his voice.

It took a lot of strength to not look up, to keep your gaze firmly situation on the letters that ran along the page in front of you. Your fingers tightened around the soft copy covers of the novel in your hands, thumb rubbing against the paper as you tried to read the next sentence.

It was an impossible task, you quickly realised, your senses distracted by the ticklish sensation of grass against your ankles. The culprit, however, wasn’t the innocent grass field of the park, but actually your attention whore of a boyfriend, laying on his stomach by your feet, drawing little invisible doodles on your bare calf with the tip of the grass blade.

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You knew what he was doing, the unsubtly in the teasing glances that he’d sneak your way, observing your reaction, seeing how long it would take for you to break. It was one of his more annoying qualities that you couldn’t help but find endearing… eventually.

At that moment though, you resolved to simply tap your finger against the corner of the book, your eyes unfocused, not a single word on the page registering as you pursed your lips, squashing whatever tiny smile wanted to make itself known. You were gonna last this time.

See, previous times it had happened — and yes, it happened a lot — Jake would usually win. Whether it was his inconspicuous back hugs which eventually had him pulling you away from whatever you were doing previously, or the more blatantly obvious way he’d smile, quirk his head to the side, and pull you along with him.

Jake was simply irresistible. And he knew it, which is always a problem.

That afternoon, however, you‘d decided the best way to defeat him, is to divert him, distract him, and so you set your plan into motion;

“Jakey, what does this word mean?”

“Hm?”

Immediately the grass blade was abandoned, the pursuit to tease was thrown aside and your puppy dog of a boyfriend had pulled himself up and shuffled closer, leaning his back against the large tree trunk, just like you.

He pouted his lips, following your finger as you pointed out the word. “Iota? I thought you were reading a romance book…”

You scoffed, “I am.” Slipping your bookmark into the spine you closed the book to show him the cover. ‘To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before’ was printed in pretty ribbon-like loops of text, glossy and black against the light baby pink background.

Jake smirked, opening the book once more to read out the sentence before he started explaining the origins of ‘iota’ (ancient greek text), and the significance of that letter (it’s the smallest in the alphabet), and how it applies in a modern context (“Basically, babe, it means you couldn’t give less of a fuck”).

You bit your lip, suppressing your laughter as you carefully pulled out your bookmark and continued reading. Your head rested against Jake‘s shoulder, his voice slowly helping you relax as he continued to explain random yet somewhat applicable definitions to the word ‘iota’.

You couldn’t really understand, mostly because you were only paying like 40% of your attention on what he was saying. Zoning in and out every now and then, catching a few anecdotes about his senior year maths class and imaginary numbers, whatever those mean.

Just as you reached the next chapter, you felt Jake tap your forehead. “Are you sleeping?”

“What? No!” You shuffled back a bit, looking at him incredulously.

Jake’s eyes darted down to the novel in your hands, noticing the next chapters number on the page. “You’re reading? I thought you were listening to me,” he whined, an embarrassed little smile on his lips.

You shut the book in an instant, completely forgetting about your bookmark. “I am!” You insisted, choosing to summaries his explanation as proof. “You said it was ancient greek alphabet, the smallest of them all, means I couldn’t give less of a flying fu—”

“Fine, what was the last thing I said?”

You stilled, “Uh…” Mind going blank, you figured a blind shot in the dark wouldn’t hurt, safest option, honestly. “…That I’m the love of your life?”

Jake‘s expression fell flat. “No, I didn’t—”

“I’m not the love of your life?!”

“That’s not what I— …Well played.” Quirking his lip a little, Jake sighed, holding out his fist as a peace offering.

“Thank you.” Smirking, you fist bumped him, before looking back down to open your book. But you paused, eyes glancing back to your unused bookmark. You flicked your head towards Jake, “I don’t—”

“Chapter twenty,” he said smoothly, before turning around and using your fumbling to rest his head on your lap.

“Enjoy the flattering angle,” you mutter, dryly.

Jake stayed silent, his gaze fixated on you, on the way your hair fell in front of your eyes and you constantly brushed it away and yet refused to pin it back. Or the way you very, very softly mouthed the words you were reading, ever so faintly, it’s barely a whisper. Or how you’d smile at the stories events before quickly controlling your expression so you don’t look like a fool, grinning at a book.

Jake sighed, brushing his hair back. “I guess the story’s interesting?”

You hummed. “Somewhat.”

“Somewhat?” He sat up. “Then pay attention to me.”

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, before settling back against the tree. “I would, baby, but I need to beat Yunjin at this month’s goodreads challenge. And I would have beaten her last week but—”

“But I dragged you to the couch for movie night—”

“Which I loved. Among other things that night.” You suppressed your smile.

Nudging your knee with his, Jake let out a breathy chuckle. “Shh, there’s kids running around”

You shook your head, amused. “What I’m saying is, I love spending time with you. So much so that I want you around even if I’m just doing something by myself. But you make it so damn hard for me to concentrate.”

Your eyes had completely left the page yet again, finding your focus purely captured by the comfort that Jake gave you whenever he was present, the kind of relaxation where you simply get to exist, side by side, and that’s enough. It truly was his fault that you were this distracted.

Though, he obviously didn’t think so.

“That’s on you,” his eyes shone with that cheeky charm that he seemed to never run out of. His fingers rested on your knee, tapping away as he spoke. “I can’t exactly just stay put like some loser when I have the most irresistible person for a girlfriend.”

You scoffed, “I thought you were the irresistible one.”

Your mind replayed memories of past instances where Jake would send you a smug grin, throwing his arms wide open, surmising that he was simply irresistible and you should just give in (translation: he just wants hugs).

Jake shrugged. “Well, I am. But it’s not like I’ve got monopoly over it.”

“Mhm.”

He watched as you, yet again, tried to concentrate on the novel at hand, to get some progress in your reading. But your competitiveness was faltering and he could see it.

On the one hand, he wanted you to win, for your own happiness.

On the other hand… “C’mere.”

“Hm?”

Jake leaned closer, cupping your jaw as he went in to kiss you. You knew there was no hope of finishing another chapter anymore. Let alone the book. Jake had this way of capturing your entire soul, of holding it in his warm hands, keeping it safe. The same way it felt to have his hands holding your face, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek, his tiny giggles unable to be contained between your kisses.

“You’re a jerk,” you whisper, smiling so wide that the implication of such a sentence made no sense in comparison.

“Right,” Jake leaned forward and gave you a quick peck. “But you know, if you’d really wanted to read today, you wouldn’t have brought me along.”

You nudged your forehead against his. “Fair point.”

The novel slid from hands, flat on your lap as you moved your fingers along nape of his neck. You’d just started pulling him closer by his chain necklace when—

“Hey mister!”

Jake flinched and looked to the side at the tiny irritated mass in light up sketchers standing a meter away.

“Your dog has my ball!”

“Oh shit…” You shifted back as you watched your boyfriend scramble to get up, cursing his clicking joints as he ran. “Layla!!”

“Guess you win this month, Yunjinnie.” Hurriedly putting the book back in your bag, you got up and ran after Jake.

a.n: third instalment of the kiss me, don’t say no series !! even if it’s officially feb 9th i’m holding off until i get up again in the actual morning to publish jungwon’s — skipping sunsun for now! sorry :( i just really wanna get jungwon’s out on his birthday !!!! anyway, i hope you liked this one <3

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ SUMMERTIME STRESS ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 김선우 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: feeling the overwhelming weight of your future pressing down on your heart, you were barely present for the relaxing beach day your boyfriend had planned for you, thankfully, sunoo knew how to create the perfect medicine for lingering anxiety using laughter

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!sunoo x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft mentions of other members plus karina

warnings: attempts at humour, swearing/cursing, pet names like once or twice, a little angsty, fear of adulthood, i mention internships in case you’re like .. idk scared of those (i don’t blame you at all), sunoo is king of the sassy men apocalypse and you are not spared

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Summer was supposed to be about relaxation. When the days stretched long and far, and you’d wake up without the burden of a schedule or the foreboding feeling of responsibilities. There’s always some sort of beauty in summer, like the glimmer of sunlight reflecting off of window panes or how slushie flavours mix together and colour your tongue. Typically, the emotionally tortured college student would bask in the weeks ahead of absolute nothingness regarding academia. But not you.

No, you were special in a way that felt particularly targeted. Because why, on Mother Nature’s glorious Earth, were you gripping your phone as if it’s overheating metal would sustain your life?

“You hold that thing any tighter, it might explode.”

You flicked your head to the side and gave your boyfriend an expression that read ‘Leave me alone, I’m in crisis’.

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The road to the beach was pleasantly empty, a few cars here and there but for the most part, it was nice. Sunoo had rolled the windows down just a little to let the breeze thread through your hair, a smooth indie tune playing on the radio on your favourite station.

It was instinctual, the desire you felt to sing along, lower the window more and let your fingers stretch out but not too far, take pictures of the ocean as it drew closer and closer. But your instincts weren’t working at that moment.

Your eyes were trained solely on the light pink sheen on your finger nails, picking at them slowly, scraping the nail bed clean.

You didn’t even hear Sunoo sigh beside you, and you barely registered his hand move from the steering wheel to your knee.

“I’m being serious Y/N,” he said softly. “You need to put it away.”

“Fine.” You slid your phone into your bag, your fingers itching to reach for it again but you resolved to simply curl them into a fist and look out the window for the remaining stretch of the drive.

Summer had only commenced for a week, the time ahead was basically beckoning you to embrace it for all its leisure and laze and lethargy. But it was also the last summer before senior year, where things go to shit, classes determine your will to live and every single thing you’ve been working towards will be culminated in the coming semesters. This was it. You were at the start of the end.

Your course counsellor had mentioned offhandedly that internships would be vital to look into — a way to ensure your career straight out of college — you’d left your appointment holding around seven or eight different pamphlets and brochures, your inbox filled with application sites and recommendations.

It was setting in, the cement block of reality, your inevitable future. No more afternoon classes where you’d sit in the back, drawing on Sunoo’s hands. No more late night two minute noodle cups with Jake, Heeseung and Karina. No more hangover breakfast waffles handmade by Jay.

No, you were becoming an adult.

Responsibility wasn’t just an expectation anymore, it was an obligation. There was no room for error, no space for slip up, there was only monotony.

And yet success was just within your grasp, all you had to do was get a head start like the teachers and tutors and parents would always recommend. And that was exactly what you did. Three applications were sent yesterday, you were working on two more and had a final back up in case all else failed.

You were going to succeed. If not…

“Sand in my eyes might be great way to go,” you muttered to yourself.

Sunoo gave you a once over, wondering if he’d misheard you before he went back to parking the car.

You got out of the vehicle, immediately hypnotised by the salty sea air. It tingled in your brain and for just a moment, you felt like you were reliving every time you’d visited the beach — the sight of the ocean would do that a person.

“Pretty, right?” Sunoo had your beach bag slung on one shoulder, his other hand reaching for yours as he gestured to the sea with his eyes. “I can’t want to take photos.”

You took a deep breath in. “Yeah, same.” You didn’t sound convincing, even to yourself. But you were grateful for Sunoo’s simple nod.

It felt grounding to hold his hand as you both walked onto the beach, looking for a pair of beach chairs that were side by side and away from too many people.

It was a little therapeutic to go through the motions of putting on more sunscreen, wearing your hats and taking off your shoes to feel the sand prick deliciously against your bare feet. It gave you something to do, some task to focus on.

Sunoo had stayed silent for the most part, setting your towels against the beach chairs, placing a bag on each one so people knew they were claimed, carefully pulling out the sun spray and holding your arm to spray you first.

It was sweet of him. He was always so sweet. And he was trying so hard to make today worth relaxing for. Your stomach twisted and tugged at you, anxiety running your brain while the little twinge of guilt pulled at your heart.

You needed to make sure Sunoo’s efforts weren’t in vain. “Do you wanna go for a walk on the waters edge?”

His smile could fuel the universe, and even if that wasn’t logically possible, it certainly fuelled your heart.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” He pecked your cheek, a lightness in his movements as he pulled you along with him towards the water but far enough that the fast tide wouldn’t splash against the two of you.

Honestly speaking, you tried. You tried your very best. You tried to focus on the sand in between your toes, on the salt in the air, on the sound of the waves, on the words Sunoo was speaking. Nothing registered in your mind. It just kept nagging at you — the incessant need to check your inbox, over and over again.

Sunoo was rambling about the last episode of his current kdrama obsession, its story was so fresh in his mind he could not help but rant about it to you. His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand as you walked in tandem.

“And honestly, I never understood what she saw in the guy,” he said, exasperatedly. His other hand moved in an animated fashion to express his feelings further. “I mean, you remember last episode where he blamed her when— Hey…” He finally noticed your lost gaze.

He slowed down slightly, frowning at the way you slowed down with him as if on pure instinct but remained focused on the sandy ground, deep in thought. “Hello?” He waved a hand in front of your face.

You look up. “Hm?”

Sunoo’s eyes dart back and forth between yours, trying to decipher the muddled string of worries that were tied taught around your mind. He finally pursed his lips and nodded. “Ok, come on. Come with me.”

He made a beeline for your beach chairs, his hand firmly holding yours. When you found yourselves under the adjoined umbrella, Sunoo fished out your phone from the beach bag before moving the bag from his seat to yours. He sat down, shuffling slightly across.

You reached to remove the bags off your chair, halting at the way Sunoo shook his head. “Nope! That’s the beach bag’s seat. Here, sit right here.” He patted the space beside him, arm outstretched to envelope you into a hug as you curled up against him. “That’s better,” he sighed.

He then unlocked your phone and held it between the two of you so you could watch as he refreshed your inbox. Over and over and over again. Repeatedly.

“I— I think I get it,” you muttered, feeling your face heat up as Sunoo giggled.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “You can’t hang on to this stress because there’s literally no point,” he whispered.

You tried to use his touch and his scent to ground you. “I just… I need to know that I’ve got a shot.”

“You do know! You already applied!” Sunoo squeezed you tighter for a few seconds, hoping to pull that stress out of you through mere contact. “Applying in itself means you had a shot and you took it. Whether or not you pass is now completely out of your hands.”

The seagull squawks and the laughter of children permeated the setting and yet you felt completely cocooned, in the haven of your boyfriend’s embrace.

“You just need to let it go”

Now that made you pause. You sat up a little, turning to look the man in the eyes while you spoke. “Weren’t you the one that stayed up still three because Ben & Jerry’s said they might discontinue their mint chocolate flavour?”

Oh the debacle of the potential discontinuation. The random songs Sunoo had come up with it, singing them every few minutes like they were some tribute to the art of ice cream making. A whole week of mint chocolate flavoured desserts as his method of coping through the unofficial announcement.

Presently, Sunoo smirked a little, humoured that you brought it up. “It’s called Mint Chocolate Chunk, actually.”

“It’s called glorified toothpaste, actually.” You returned the smirk.

“I think I bring you around the other guys a bit too much, because this is unprovoked slander.” He poked your cheek gently before asking, “And anyway, your point?”

You made an expression like your point was obvious. “You got stressed over ice cream! I’m not judging — clearly, it was a big deal for you.”

“Clearly.”

“But my point is, you signed the petition and you stayed up anyway repeatedly refreshing the page.”

He looked away, a small scoff leaving his lips. “Ok, I’m coming off really embarrassing in this story. You realise that, right?”

“Sunoo, you slept the entire day after that. And you complained about your eye bags for the whole month!” Your laughter fluttered out at the memory. Looking back, it was a lot funnier than you’d realised. But your point still stood; “You didn’t let it go, did you?”

“I know, I know, I didn’t.” Reaching forward, Sunoo played with your fingers, frowning at the way your nail polish cracked and broke off on certain spots, a little of it still stuck under your nails. He sighed, understanding. “You need to know.”

“Yeah.”

He looked up and held your gaze, feeling as if he could only get his message across if he knew you saw his own stress, his own worries, about you. “Baby… Are you really ready to live the next few weeks constantly needing to know? You might use up half of this summer in needing to know.”

“Because it’s the only thing on my mind.” You flopped back against the beach chair, covering your eyes with one hand, feeling the heat radiate off your forehead.

They say laptops overheat when you use too much power at once. You scoffed at the realisation that humans were the same.

Sunoo fidgeted with the hem of your shorts, pulling at one of the threads before he perked up slightly. “How about I propose a solution.”

You groaned. “God, anything. Just help.”

“Any time you want to check your inbox, you think of mint chocolate.”

He said it so assuredly, as if it was the most genius response, a new height to healthy thinking habits, the fix to all forms of stress — mint chocolate.

Even when you gave him a withering expression so deadpanned the dead had turned to ashes, he still smirked and nodded.

“Baby,” you sighed, “I need solutions, not subtle brainwashing.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Trust me, I’d rather have all the mint chocolate to myself. But I have a plan.”

“Mhm.” You were not convinced.

Sunoo once again opened your phone and reloaded your inbox. “You see this? No change. This was me at 3am on a school week.”

You giggled into his shoulder, remembering his crazed hair and constant muttering.

Sunoo rolled his eyes but continued all the same. “I was anxious over ice cream flavours, Y/N. I can’t even begin to understand your anxiety right now. It’s about your future. I get that. But you cannot sit in one spot refreshing your inbox every minute because you want that ice cream.”

You frowned, not seeing his point.

“You keep opening that freezer, hoping that the ice cream has solidified and is ready to eat. But every time you open the door the hot air is melting it. It’s gonna taste like shit, babe. I’m sorry.”

“I mean, considering the flavour, it already tastes—”

“Don’t even go there.”

Your smile bloomed like a flower under daylight, for the first time in the day you felt the gradual release of stress, with every little circle that Sunoo drew on your shoulder with his finger.

“You need to let the ice cream get cold,” he whispered to you. “If you want a nice treat, you got to wait till it’s ready to eat. Otherwise, you’re gonna be more disappointed than satisfied.”

You bit your lip, finding his analogy amusing and endearing and oh so Sunoo. “I needed to hear that,” you said softly.

“That’s what I’m here for.” He gently nudged his forehead against yours. “Now I think my genius deserves a kiss. What do you think?”

“Hm… Do you taste like mint chocolate?”

He shrugged, easily. Leaning back against the chair. “Only one way to find out.”

Your shoulders dropped, your head stopped pulsing, your cheeks twinged from the stretch of your smile and you felt the summer air breeze past you. You had all summer to find out whether you’d get the internship. Any internship.

But right now, you wanted to find out what your boyfriend’s lips tasted like on a sunny afternoon at the beach.

a.n: next instalment of the kiss me, don’t say no series !! i finished and edited and uploaded this instead of crashing out about university even tho it would have been a totally valid crash out . anyway, i hope you enjoyed it xx

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ WHAT WAS LEFT UNSAID ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 박성훈 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: being in a relationship with sunghoon was nothing short of absolute splendour, the love between you both was undeniable, and yet you find yourself curious to know where sunghoon’s love began, and what he did about it

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!sunghoon x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft. tiny cameos of ive’s liz and rei

warnings: attempts at humour, sickeningly sweet and lovesick sunghoon, lowkey tsundere (shocking to no one) but it makes it a tinge angsty, mentions weed like one (1) time

w.c: 2.6k

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You were curious. So undeniably curious. It was all you could think about on the drive home from the café.

You’d spent the afternoon squished in a booth meant for two people, except there were three of you. Your college roommates, Liz and Rei, had sat on either side as three spoons dug into a large caramel sundae whilst you all reminisced on your shared four years of hell aka university.

Eventually the conversation led to relationships and you were introduced to a concept you hadn’t exactly considered before today — what did people do for each other before the relationship had even begun?

There wasn’t exactly concrete parameters for this, but you soon figured out what it meant:

Liz’s boyfriend had paid such close attention to her that without realising, he’d recognised something as inconspicuous as a change in her perfume; “I only ever wear floral scents, that’s all I really like aside from the occasional autumn-y kind, but he still noticed! I literally just switched from a rose scent to a lilac one.” You’d found it quite simple yet sweet, nothing astounding but still a moment of recognition, especially considering how Liz held floral perfumes so closely to her identity. But the depth of her boyfriends actions became clearer when Liz explained how he made a note of every sort of scent she liked and what she kept going back to, and for his first gift he got her the perfect perfume to add to her collection. You didn’t think you could smile any wider as you watched your friend’s glittering eyes while she spoke.

Rei’s girlfriend, on the other hand, was somewhat of a psychological mastermind. Every time they’d pass each other on campus, Rei would receive a little pinkie promise from the girl. For what reason? She did not know. But ultimately, it became their “thing”, and soon enough, Rei felt incomplete in her day if she did not receive that beloved pinkie promise. As you sat beside her in the cafe, Rei took many small moments to hide her face in her hands as she recounted how after they started dating, her girlfriend admitted with her whole chest that the pinkie promises were a deliberate tactic to get Rei thinking about her. “It’s so bad you guys, I can’t pinkie promise anyone else. Ever. Like, they’re all for her now. She’s ruined pinkie promises for me but in the best way!” And Rei then went back to hiding behind her hands.

So now you were stuck in this predicament. As you sat there in your car, stopped at a red light, you recalled the days spent interacting with your boyfriend prior to dating and you wondered to yourself, did Park Sunghoon ever do anything, intentionally or unintentionally, that indicated his feelings for you?

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If memory served you right (and it was unbelievably easy to remember, considering you’d sat your friends down and gone over every interaction you and Sunghoon had ever shared each step of the way) … Well, nothing seemed to stand out to you.

Sunghoon wasn’t a boring person by any means, he was incredibly witty, a wry sort of sarcasm, and then when you got to know him more and he felt more comfortable around you, the louder side of Sunghoon would blossom — the one who thrived off of dad jokes, the one that secretly enjoying being the little spoon, the one that refused to let go of your hand any time you both stepped outside, the one who seemed just as in love with you as you did with him.

So why couldn’t you remember anything?

You carefully parked your car and took the elevator up to your apartment, wondering if you may have done anything preemptively romantic towards Sunghoon. In that regard there was a lot that could be remembered:

There was the tiramisu cupcake that you suggested when you both were studying together in your second year of uni (you heard him mutter something about wanting to try it and snagged the perfect opportunity to connect with the cute guy in your class).

There was your subtle yet not so subtle interest in figure skating which came out of left field, purely because you’d heard that the cute guy in class used to train professionally in the sport.

There were little details about him that you’d pick up and hold close and reminisce about in the late hours of night, when thoughts became velvety and water coloured and meaning made no sense because something like love doesn’t have any meaning, it simply is.

And yet you couldn’t think of a single thing from Sunghoon’s side.

Maybe he was just not that kind of person? Maybe he only said and did and felt things once he was committed to someone? Maybe the build up to a romance isn’t that important… It was hard to convince yourself of that last one. After all, the greatest love stories only mattered because people cared about said build up.

“Whatever,” you muttered to yourself as you got out of the elevator. Walking towards your apartment you started delving through the contents of your bag, looking for your keys whilst trying your hardest to push the curiosity out of your mind. “It’s stupid anyway.”

“What’s stupid?”

You jolt a little, quickly relaxing at the sight of Sunghoon unlocking the door to the apartment. “Oh. Um, nothing.” You smiled somewhat convincingly, promptly rising up on your toes to reach his cheek and kiss him hello.

“Nope,” he swerved just in time to meet your lips with his, pulling you closer with one hand whilst opening the door with the other. He pulled back ever so slightly to mumble something at you "Missed you." His voice was so soft you almost didn't catch what he said before he leaned forward again, gently guiding the two of you inside.

He was dizzying. So effortlessly magnetic. And the warmth of being with him would never get old. But that was exactly why you just had to know.

You pulled away to catch your breath, trailing your hands down his arms as you asked him, "Did you ever do anything, before we started dating, purely because you liked me?"

Sunghoon tilted his head a little, “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” you gave a little shrug, a small smile blooming on your lips as he laced his fingers through yours. “Anything, really. Like Liz’s boyfriend unintentionally memorised her favourite perfumes. And Rei’s girlfriend ruined pinkie promises.”

“I’m sorry, what?” He chuckled softly, helping you out of your jacket and taking off his own before tossing them onto one of your armchairs. “Did you… want me to, uh, ruin pinkie promise?”

You felt your face heat up. “No!” It was hard not to laugh at his gradually confused expressions, the little crease in forehead coupled with his pout made him look extra adorable in your eyes. Reaching for his hand, you guided him towards the couch and you both fell back on it with a sigh.

“I just mean that…” You trailed off, trying to find the words. Softly tracing the lines on his palm, you gave yourself a second before speaking again. “When I first liked you, I wanted to know you. Really know you. I wanted to learn about everything you loved and fall in love with it too.”

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And… You don’t think I did?”

“No! No, no, I just meant that— Well, I tried remembering, ya know? Whether you did anything like Liz and Rei’s partners? And, um, I couldn’t.”

You felt yourself cringe at the end of the sentence. It was hard to explain your thoughts without the grating nausea of hurting the man you love with an assumption that basically summed up to “ I don’t think you love me enough ” Even though you knew that was far from the truth.

Sunghoon frowned a little, his thumb still caressing your fingers, but his eyes moved past you, staring off in the direction of your bedroom.

“Hoon… Listen, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay.” Leaning forward, Sunghoon kissed you ever so gently before getting off the couch. “I need to show you something.”

You didn’t really know what to expect. Maybe it was something cute like a photo of you that he kept in one of his jacket pockets, or maybe he bought something just because you liked it, maybe he actually had said or done something to indicate that he loved you before he’d even told you.

He led you to the bedroom with a hesitant determination — an odd combination where his strides seemed confident but you recognised the signs of growing anxiety with the way he rubbed the back of his neck and kept stealing glances at you. When you both entered, Sunghoon headed for his side of the closet and started rummaging through his bags before finally fishing out his old college backpack.

“I honestly wanted to throw these sometimes, especially before we started dating because, well… What if we didn’t? Then all I’d have are these stupid things.”

You had no idea what he was referring to but you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt, no matter how deep your curiosity ran. (Plus, it looked like he needed to say something, at least to push himself to show you whatever he was talking about).

He shuffled a little closer to you, biting back a smile that seemed to teeter on embarrassment. “Don’t laugh, I know this seems…odd. But I swear I didn’t know how else to deal it with.”

“Okay,” You laughed nervously, “Now you’re scaring me. What are you talking about?”

Sunghoon reached inside his bag, with its coffee stains and enamel pins (both being curtesy of you) and he pulled out what looked like five letters, bound together by a rubber band.

You gave him a confused expression but took the letters carefully and walked towards the bed, hearing Sunghoon following after you. As you pulled each letter apart, you noticed they were all dated to before the both of you got together.

Finding the earliest one, you turned it over and went to open it before halting. “Can I?”

Sunghoon nodded, “Of course you can”

Carefully pulling out the paper, you unfolded it to read:

I knew I shouldn’t have taken elective Psych … but I did. And here we are.

Professor Yoon said that the unspoken desire is what gets left to fester. And I don’t think I really want this desire right now. I kinda just want to pass classes and go to a party or two. Maybe try some weed? I don’t know just the whole college experience.

So maybe if I get these desires out on a page and then toss them later on, maybe they won’t fester. I should submit this for extra credit. NO WTF AM I SAYING … Anyway

I saw someone today. No, correction, I met someone today. I can’t remember when I first saw her but I’ve been seeing her around ever since first year and holy shit knuckles she is dangerous she’s kinda cute

She’s in my business class. She’s got a smile like literal sunlight She always mumbles to herself when she’s confused or annoyed about something. It’s distracting.

I want to talk to her. Maybe tell her to stop with the mumbling? Yeah. I might do that.

You knew you were smiling — like literal sunlight apparently — but you didn’t want to stop no matter how much your cheeks hurt.

“Are they all like this?” You asked Sunghoon who’d shuffled closer to you as way to hide behind your shoulders inconspicuously.

“Well…”

You giggled and refusing to wait for his response, you went to the next letter. And then the next, and the next. You read through them at a ravaging pace, devouring every word, scoffing at every spot of denial, sighing against Sunghoon as you reread every compliment he gave, noticing how he stopped bothering to cross them out.

Then you finally reached the last letter.

Sunghoon had moved beside you, having started enjoying your reactions, he’d occasionally turned away, burying his face into your shoulder, but for the most part he’d read along with you.

At your hesitation to open the letter, he took it out of your hands and did it for you.

“You’ve gone this far, might as well go all the way.”

You smirked, “Even if it means more embarrassment?”

“Hey, I bagged you didn’t I?” Sunghoon lazily draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I think I win.”

“Uh huh.” His self obsessed tone was nothing short of entertaining, and while you’d normally give in to an opportunity for banter, the letter in his hands was more important.

It was short, a few lines at most, but your heart swelled as you read it:

I think i knew from the first letter, so I might as well admit it. I’m in love with Y/n. And I’m going to do something about it today. So this might be the last letter. I mean, it should be, right?

I know what her and I have is special, so, I should be able to tell my thoughts to her instead of telling it to paper. I should say them to her.

Yeah. I’ve decided. This is the last one.

Anyway, Yoon’s kind of an idiot. Those desires festered one way or another.

If this works out with her I could invite him to the wedding? Actually let’s not

A warmth embraced you as you folded the letter shut. Sunghoon held you closer to his chest, his lips brushing against your hairline.

You whispered, afraid that if you spoke louder you might choke up and cry. “This is what you meant by dealing with it?”

“Mhm.”

Your breathy laughs seemed to ease his tense shoulders and you felt him relax against you.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You moved away to look up at him.

His eyes darted across your face before settling on your hands, “I know I’m not great at always saying everything I’m thinking.”

You frowned “No, Sunghoon—”

“I’m not, I know that.” His fingers reached up to the tuck some of your hair away from your face. “But, I need you to know that I loved you like a millennia before I even told you. And even if I left it all unsaid, it doesn’t change that.”

You brushed your nose against his, your heart racing at the way his half lidded gaze was fixated on you. “I know, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

“Good. Because it’s been over thirty minutes since we last kissed and I’m feeling very neglected right now.”

You scoffed, looking away as you nudged his ribs gently. “Needy much?”

His laugh started a flurry in your chest. “Yeah. In need of you. Look at me.”

You willed yourself to turn back, immediately unable to control the sunbeam smile forming on your face. Sunghoon tilted your chin up ever so slightly, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw. The build up was bubbling inside — the need to go and grab something you want so badly and yet you hold off, because you know it’s worth the wait.

You both slowly moved closer, softly feeling the heat of each other’s breath on your cheeks, before Sunghoon finally pushed himself forward, a searing kiss sealing the trepidation.

It was so worth it. And as an added bonus of validation, you were right; the build up matters.

a.n: FINALLY HERE IS THE NEXT INSTALMENT !! i’ve been unbelievably busy, like . seriously.. uni has been beating me up but… i’ve got two weeks of mid sem break (or more like one and a half weeks now) and i plan to do some writing so pls be patient with me 🥲 anyway to whoever’s stuck around with me, i hope you enjoyed this one!! i had fun writing it xx

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