#wonpil fluff drabble

[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. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?” You both hummed in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, silence. 

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

“Hey.” A familiar voice reached your ears.

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

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

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

“Are they all cancelling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop it.” You blushed at his compliments.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup, this is me.”

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

“I –”

“Thank you –”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you read the card?”

“What card?”

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

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

“Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, 

and so are you.

Will you be the Juliet to my Romeo?

Yours, 

Wonpil.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lemonietrinket]

Breakfast in Bed ||| Wonpil x Reader

Summary: Making breakfast in bed for your bf on his birthday Genre: Fluff, you know the drill Warning(s): jam None  Word Count: 1558  Theme Song: Red - The Rose AN: Happy Birthday Pillie! A request/idea from @idontknowapil and now a birthday present for the brightest angel that has ever existed. Married AU bc why not

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You rubbed your eyes as you placed the knife safely in a mug by the sink, taking in the sight of your handiwork.

The toast heart was a little bit lopsided you had to admit, but you’d managed to get the jam to the correct thickness and the sides decorated to perfection. Still, your work wasn’t over. 

Feeling the pride giving you a boost of energy boost against the drain of having gotten up so early, you placed the mango and raspberry squash on the tray before lifting it carefully. 

Taking the stairs slowly, you eventually reached the top without a single drop spilt much to your satisfaction.  Easing your shared bedroom’s door open with your foot, you reentered the safe haven that had taken you so much effort to drag yourself from. A smile arose to your features as soon as you spotted the precious man that all your hard work was done for. He was still fast asleep, one arm stretched up onto the pillow with the other having remained where it had been as he cradled you during the night.

He was so adorable that it made your heart flutter, his naturally wavier hair uncaged by the straighteners he insisting on using and left free to curl over his forehead. His features seemed to be lightly furrowed, as if his dream required him to think, and it pouted his lips so sweetly. 

It took a lot of effort not to just abandon everything you’d made to join him beneath the covers once again. Still, you knew his face would be a piece of art when he woke up to see the breakfast you had prepared for him, so you stuck with the plan. 

Tiptoeing over to the bed, you placed the tray where you had sprawled so the chances of him knocking it were slim, before returning to his side.  Leaning over so you could get a better view of the beauty before you, you drew your fingers gently over his temple. Shifting a lock of hair from his skin, you pressed a kiss softly there. He was frankly irresistible, and you found yourself ducking in to plant another on his exposed cheek—the other smushed into the pillow. 

He huffed cutely in his sleep which led you to giggle; he was coming away from the world of dreams but he wasn’t quite out yet. Flicking a glance to the toast that was inevitably enjoyed much more warm, you realised it would take some more drastic measures to pull him from his slumber in time for breakfast.

Pulling the duvet the slightest bit away from his chin you nestled his jaw in the palm of your hand, tracing your thumb across the apple of his cheek. 

“Wonpil, sweetheart,” you sang tenderly, “time for breakfast.”

After receiving a scrunch of his nose as proof that your tactic was working, you let yourself chuckle at how cute he was. Giving into the temptation, you placed another kiss this time upon his nose.  This elicited a hum and before you knew it, your husband—too adorable to be true—was dozily opening his eyes.

“Good morning,” you greeted, his hand leaving the pillow and rubbing his cheeks and eyes into a further state of awake. 

“Morning,” he reciprocated with a voice gravelly from sleep, as he used most of the energy he had to lift himself ever so slightly, just so he could kiss your nose in return. It was weak, but you knew it was a precursor of what was to come. 

Making more of a gap so he could begin to breathe some cool air and awake further, you smiled at him sunnily. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

That seemed to pry him open a bit more. “Oh!” 

He began to shift himself up in bed, ready to get out after seeing the joy in your eyes and quickly rationalising you had a plan. He was confused, then, when you pressed your hand to his chest and encouraged him to merely lay back against the headboard. 

“Get yourself comfortable,” you said with a wink, as you levied the tray across into both your hands, “because you have a special treat.”

To say his eyes widened would be an understatement. You were convinced that they had wettened at the image of the breakfast you’d made and brought him. It wasn’t the first time either of you’d had breakfast brought to them in bed, but the level of handiwork this time seemed extra special—even if it was simpler than a few of the other occasions.

“I felt bad that you’d lost out on some toast so I got you some extra bits,” you pointed to the ‘side dishes’, a portion of salad, some toast soldiers coupled with a soft boiled egg.

He looked on the food you’d gotten him with what could only be described as a happy pout. “Thank you so much, this is just so perfect... I love you so much!”

You felt your heart swell, encouraging him to tuck in. “Before it gets cold!”

While he tucked into the heart shaped toast you slipped back into the warmth of the bed beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him enjoy the mix ‘n’ match breakfast you’d presented to him.

“It tastes so good,” he exclaimed through a slightly-full mouth, unable to hold in his compliments any longer.

“It’s just the usual jam on toast,” you humbly admitted. Not that he would have that.

He shook his head, dusting his fingers off on a napkin you’d found unused from your housewarming party. “No this definitely tastes even better than normal toast.” He let his hand no free of crumbs stroke your hair as he gazed at you, fully awake and bubbly like his normal self. “It’s the taste of love, that’s what it is.”

“Ew, corny,” you scoffed, turning your head away from him to avoid his stare catching the blush that had bloomed upon your cheeks. 

He laughed, dusting off his heart toast and swiftly moving onto his egg.

“This is going to taste more than amazing too,” he announced, ducking down to kiss your head, while you let your eyes rest.

When he got a subdued response—a smile, yes, but with closed eyes—he realised you could easily fall back asleep, and that would not do.

Savouring the first taste of the egg, he brought a soldier of toast and dipped it into the vibrant, runny yoke.

“Y/N, honey, stay with me,” he giggled, running his hand down to your shoulder and rubbing lovingly, “here.”

You opened your eyes to see the tantalising sliver of toast neatly coated with yolk being held towards you. Feeling your stomach rumble out of negligence on your behalf to your own hunger you very nearly didn’t stop yourself from accepting his offer. “Pillie, it’s your breakfast!”

“Yeah, which means I choose where it goes,” he countered smoothly, gasping in faux indignance, “am I not allowed to feed my own wife?”

You pouted, before letting him feed you. He did so with a grin so radiant you were beginning to reckon you were going to need sunglasses to appreciate him in all his glory.  The taste awoke your senses and you savoured the bite, letting the texture seep in and elicit a satisfied groan from you.

“You know what you’re right, this stuff does taste much better,” you backtracked, frowning quizzically at your work.

“Because... love infusion,” he declared in English, fumbling only a bit over the phonetics.

You felt yourself burst into laughter. He was too good for your heart. “I guess so, yeah.”

He continued to feed you slips of toast, and then spoonfuls of the egg itself, and eventually you learnt that there was no point in insisting it was all for him.

Once it was all finished, his drink sipped and not a single sprig of salad remaining, Wonpil reclined back with a sated sigh.

“Best meal ever,” he stated, “Ramsay’s got nothing on you.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile you moved the tray out of the way for him and onto your bedside table, changing the subject as you did so. “So, do you want to see your present?”

His motions to begin retreating beneath the duvets again immediately halted. “This wasn’t my present?”

“One of them yes,” you explained, surprised that he thought you wouldn’t have gotten him anything substantial, “but the proper one is downstairs!”

He reasoned with the suggestion for a moment, before a mischievous glint settled in his eye. “I think I’ll take my second one first.” 

You weren’t given long to be confused, your lips parting to chide him for sinking under the blankets once again, but the chance to speak being taken away as he proceeded to snake his hands around your waist. Having propped yourself up on one elbow when he’d begun to move you slipped to the mattress with a gentle thud as he brought you flush to him.

Creating a cocoon for the two of you, you were finally enveloped in warmth as he grinned victoriously, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Let’s just stay here for a little bit, yeah?” he suggested, caressing your back.

And what could you say—you couldn’t say no to that man in a thousand years. Especially not on his birthday.

~~~

AN: my apologies idk korean breakfasts so we ran with some english stuff hell yeah

btw i hate this title its so basic so if it changes in the future dont be surprised

also fun fact about me:

i hate jam with like every inch of my life so 

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[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.”

---

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[wonpilsonefeel]

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.

[smolbeanieee]

Once Upon a Time | Eight

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!oc 

genre: fluff, angst

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Wendy suggests that Dahee should stay at her place after she discharge because she dead worried if Dahee faints again, but the girl convince Wendy that everything will be alright.  Plus she need some space and time to thoroughly think about Dowoon and Younghyun.

Dahee really needs to fix this mess everything before anything happened.

But she didn’t how to start. 

She felt guilty, to Dowoon and Younghyun.  She shouldn’t push them away back then.

Sighing to herself, Dahee push her hair to the back in process as she fidgeting with her phone in her hands—debating whether she should call Dowoon or not, afraid her brother would not want to meet her after what has happened. 

Dowoon has all the right to be mad and upset at her.  He didn’t do anything wrong.  She did, Dahee thought.  All did Dowoon want is to meet her and make things right but will he takes Dahee back? Accept her back like old time? Dahee is afraid of what consequences will comes.

Her mind wanders more on what she should do about Dowoon.  She knows Dowoon won’t easily forgive her after what she did.  Especially to his bandmates—Younghyun. 

Dahee messed up badly this time.  She hurts two people—the ones she cherished and loved the most.  Hanging her head lowered, Dahee bite her lips in nervousness and guilt washed over herself.

As Dahee’s mind trying to process the situation that keep eating her alive, her phone vibrating makes her train of thought stop and looks at the caller name. 

It’s Taeyong.

Without thinking much, Dahee picks up her phone and makes herself comfortable on the couch as her back softly hits the cushion, crossing her legs in process

“Why? You wanna have breakfast with me?” Dahee jokingly asked as she glance over the clock in front of her that shows 08:45 a.m.  The usual time Taeyong would randomly asked her for a breakfast outing near their apartment before going to his office.

However, this time isn’t about the damn breakfast.

“Dahee, it’s about your dad” Taeyong’s voice seems stern and out of breathe as if he is rushing to somewhere.  Usually, she would felt frustrated and annoyed hearing Taeyong talked about her dad but this time Dahee’s instinct felt uneasy—like something bad has happened.

Dahee lets out a shaky laugh, trying to brush it off her feelings “Why did you keep on brin—” Before Dahee could finished off her words, Taeyong interrupts.

“He’s in hospital right now.  The doctor said, he may not have much time left”

Upon hearing Taeyong’s words, she immediately jolted from her place.  Dahee felt her world are collapsing, causing her lips quivering in shock as her brain trying to process the news slowly.  Unconsciously, her vision seems blurry to her as hot tears are brimming in her eyes, making she fell on the ground—her legs are shaking too much from the sudden call. 

Her heart wrenched in pain.

Feeling as if nothing going in her way she wants.

For once, Dahee felt she needs her dad.

———

Dowoon take a place on the couch as soon as he reached their shared apartment.  He lets his head resting on the soft couch as his mind keeps on wandering back to his sister.  Will she gets angry is she knew he is the one who asked Taeyong to call her about their dad? Will she comes and find him?

He felt lost without her sister.  All he want is to reunite with Dahee but things gone wrong.  Maybe the timing has gone wrong.  He feels if only he didn’t makes Younghyun to bring him to Dahee, maybe now none of this will happened. 

As Dowoon keeps losing track of reality, Sungjin came and sat beside him—startling the drummer in process, making Dowoon looked up at the oldest and flashing him a flat smile but couldn’t cover his uneasiness expression on his face.

“Oh hyung, I thought everyone is at the studio.”

“How could we practicing when you’re having hard time here.  The others went out and looking for breakfast. and practice will starts when your dad’s health is recovered again.” Sungjin said as he turned on the morning shows on the television but he knew something is wrong with the youngest.

Dowoon just nods softly hearing his leader’s words, his mind to busy to process as he lets out small sighs which go unnotice by Sungjin.

“Is everything at the hospital okay?” Sungjin asked, nudging Dowoon using his knees, earning attention from the youngest. 

Dowoon didn’t look surprise when Sungjin asked about his dad’s condition as the members are the first people Dowoon tells about his dad.  “I asked Taeyong to call my sister to come to the hospital.  I’m sure she don’t want me to be there if she came.  That’s why I’m here.”

Sungjin hums in understanding, looking carefully at Dowoon before deciding to asked him a question that might hurt him more. “So Dahee will finally know about your dad’s condition all this while?”

It’s a long pause as Dowoon trying to find better excuse, no—words.

“It’s for her own good.  I know how much angers she has to our dad so much.  I don’t want her to get her hurt again knowing about dad’s illness.  She went through a lot for our family.  It’s the last thing I wanna tell her but today, my dad insisted to meet her.” Dowoon softly replied, almost like a whispered. 

“It’s alright.  She will understand soon why everyone keeping the secret from her” Sungjin console him, giving couples of pats on Dowoon’s back, in hoping it will soothe the drummer. 

After couple of minutes the two boys sitting in silences with only sounds from the television, Dowoon decide to break the silence.

“Hyung..“ Dowoon’s trailed on his words, making Sungjin turns his attention to Dowoon.

“What?”

“Did Younghyun hyung made up his mind already? Will he really do it?” Dowoon curiously asked about the bassist. 

Few days ago, Younghyun blurt out something that really left the band in shock—saying he needs to find himself back, which is in Canada.

“I don’t know.  But if that makes him at ease and peace, let him be.  It’s his decision after all. We can’t stop him, we aren’t in his shoes.  Who knows what he felt right now.” Sungjin explained, earning few nods from Dowoon—secretly hoping that Younghyun didn’t really have to go back to Toronto, leaving the band, especially his sister, Dahee.

———

“W-what did you said?” Dahee’s voice echoed through out the empty hallway of the private ward.  Dahee couldn’t believe her ears on what the doctor said as if her ears betraying her at the moment.

“I’m so sorry but the cancer has spread all over his main organ and your dad is at risky stage now.  There’s nothing we could do as the operation will makes his condition worsen.  I’m afraid he wouldn’t have much time left.  I’m so sorry again.” the doctor bow in apology and walked away as Wendy thanked him on Dahee’s behalf.

Dahee’s heart were racing so much and with a blink, her legs felt like a jelly and nearly fell on the tiles but Wendy quickly catches her into her arms.  Wendy brought the girl to the nearest bench, consoling her down from the news as she patting her back in soothing manner—her sobs and hiccups could be heard clearly, eyes bawling so hard till her vision becomes blurry as tears are unstoppable rolling down her puffy cheeks.

“What did I do to deserve this? Why it happened to me?” Dahee softly asked as she wiping out her tears from her face, and looked up at her bestfriend—calmly waiting for her answer, but the silence gives her the answer which makes she cries even harder in Wendy’s arm.

———

“So out of many people, I’m the last one to know about my dad’s condition that you been keeping from me?” Dahee asked in cracked voice, head hung lowly, looking down at the ground with both hands clasped together.  Dahee knew she did asked Taeyong not to talked about her dad but she didn’t expect this.  Dahee may be mad and upset at her dad, but not in this situation, especially about his condition, his life. 

“I do want to talk to you about this but Mr. Yoon insisted me not to tell you about this.  He said he don’t want to burden you anymore—he said, he deserve this after what he had done back then.” Taeyong explained as they sat together on the bench at the garden’s hospital—distinct chattering from other people accompanying them.  

Upon hearing his words, shaky sighs leaves Dahee’s lips as she bites her lower lips in process, trying to control her tears from falling down again for the nth times today. 

“And Dowoon, he kne—”

“Yes, Dowoon knew about this since beginning.  In fact, he’s the one who always be at your dad’s side during his treatment.  He don’t want you to know about this, he afraid it will hurt you even more.” Taeyong softly explained to her as he glance over the girl next to him who had her fingers running through her hair in frustration and devastation.

“I meant—how could they---keep it behind me? I-It’s really hurts me...so much.”

“I’m sorry.” Taeyong shouldn’t be sorry, Dahee thought.  It was her fault for leaving her dad and Dowoon back then.  It was her who being so selfish all this while.  The one who pushed Dowoon away.  All because of herself.  Dahee never the type to blame herself but not this time.  She’s the one who caused all of this mess.

Starting from her dad, Dowoon and finally, Younghyun—Dahee needs to fix the mess she made quickly, before it’s too late..

——— 

It’s been two weeks since Dahee’s has been admitted into the ward.  Through the week, Dahee always be by her dad’s side, not once she left the the private ward.  During the whole week, Dahee hopes she could meet with Dowoon, but he didn’t show up at all.

Did Dowoon really hates her now? Don’t Dowoon want to meet with her? What if Dowoon gonna gone from her life completely? Why didn’t Dowoon come and meet their dad? Will Dowoon avoid her completely? Those thoughts keeps on wandering in her mind all week.  She wants to everything went back to normal but things doesn’t seems to go in her way as she likes it. 

But little Dahee didn’t knew is—Dowoon is closer to her than she thought.  He always went to the hospital, in fact, he didn’t missed out any day to visit.  However, he didn’t have the courage to knock on the door and meet with his family—he would just glances over the window at the door whenever he drop by.  Dowoon is afraid that Dahee would gets upset again and worse, he didn’t get to meet his sister again.

Just as Dahee were about to doze off on her chair from the tiredness accompanying her dad, she heard soft groans coming from her dad’s bed, making she jolt from her seat at the slightest sounds—quickly rushed over to her dad’s side.

“Why? Do you need something?” Dahee asked when her dad murmuring some words as he slowly removed the oxygen mask attached to him but barely heard by Dahee so she moves closer to him.

“I’m sorry for hurting you this past years.  I’m not the best father you had.  I’m sorry for that.” Mr Yoon said as he softly took Dahee’s into his hands that full with needle drips and all sort of needles—gently strokes his daughter hands that he has hurt and lost for a long time  His words makes Dahee chokes and sobs softly as tears threaten to fall down.

“Dad...” Dahee were unable to form incoherent words as if big lumps blocking caught up in her throat.

“Thank you for taking care of me.  I don’t feel I have much time left.  I’m sorr—” Just before her dad could finished his words, loud beeping coming from the machine next to her dad, catching Dahee in surprise—his heartbeat were dropping and his eyelids are slowly closing in process. 

Quickly, she pushed the emergency button, alarming the doctor and nurses—hoping they would come fast at the moment.

“Dad! Don’t leave me! Wake up! Dad!” Dahee cries harder looking at her dad’s condition.  ‘This can’t be happening’, she thought as Dahee continues to shakes his dad, hoping he would conscious.  Tears were brimming in her eyes when Mr Yoon didn’t even respond to her anymore and his body felt weak as Dahee holds his hand tightly.

“Dad don’t leave me! Why you’re doing this to me?! Dad!!” Dahee wails even harder when one of the nurses come into to room along with the doctor as they rushed to the bed.

“Miss, please leave the room while we check up on him.” The nurse tries to guide her out from the ward even though Dahee keep on resisting.

“I can’t leave him!” Dahee sobs harder when the nurse take her out from the room, leaving her standing alone in front of the door. 

The nurse tries to convince a crying mess Dahee “Please cooperate with us, we’ll take care of Mr Yoon.”

“I’ll take care of her.” A familiar deep voice that Dahee recognize suddenly shows up beside her as his arms slung over Dahee’s shoulder—pulling her closer as if protecting her.

Dowoon looks down at her sister’s face, guilty and heartbroken slowly crept into his soul—feeling wronged towards his sister to let her felt hurt once again.  Gently, Dowoon pulls Dahee closer to him as he tightly hugged her into his embrace.  His hands softly rubbing her back  to calm her down. 

As sadness washed over her again—knowing that she could never see her dad again or be with her dad while he alive, Dahee can’t help but to sobs and cries harder in her brother’s arms, Yoon Dowoon. 

———

The funeral went smoothly with lots of people help around Dahee and Dowoon without the reporters or journalist interruptions as the funeral were held privately even though Mr Yoon is a well-known businessman.  After their dad were safely buried, Taeyong decide to took the two siblings to Dahee’s apartment—giving them some space from the reporters invading their grieving period. 

As soon they reach her place, Dahee went straight into her room, leaving the two boys worried over her but deeply, they do understand what Dahee has gone through. 

“It’s been a roller coaster for both you.  I already put your things in the room next to your sister’s room.  It’s your sister’s place, make yourself comfortable, yeah? Call me if anything u need.” Taeyong softly patted Dowoon on the shoulder as he makes his way out of the apartment—leaving Dowoon alone at the living room.

He take a good look around Dahee’s home.  His lips curled into a small smiles as soon as he saw couple of pictures from their childhood and their parent’s picture. 

His tracks stopped at a portrait photo of their family—it was taken during Dahee’s middle school graduation.  They looked so happy back then but that was in the past.  Dowoon felt his heart wrenched in pain as if someone has stabbed him with a knife.  He thought they would gather as family like old times when they found Dahee, but it didn’t work in that way.

———

Few days passed and the siblings didn’t even talk or meet with each even though they stay under one roof.  Dahee always keep herself inside her room, crying every night if she could and didn’t even eat properly.. While Dowoon are worried about his sister but at the same time, he wants to give time and space to Dahee—no matter how long she take. 

To Dowoon surprise, he found Dahee in the kitchen, eating her breakfast as her expression were unreadable to him.  Feeling he shouldn’t disturb or said anything to her, he quietly makes his breakfast at the stove with his back facing her.

It were a chill silent between the two siblings.

But it was Dahee to break the ice between them.

“If you don’t mind, can we talk after you finish your breakfast?” Dahee’s soft voice break through the kitchen, catching Dowoon off guard as he quickly turns his attention to Dahee.

“O-okay.” Dowoon stuttered, baffled with the atmosphere but then calm down when Dahee went to the sink to wash her plates and quietly went to the living room, waiting for her brother.

———

Soft sighs leaves Dahee’s lips as she took a deep breathe after she toughen herself for this day.  The day she confront her brother.

“Dowoon” She called for her brother who has been sitting across her, making Dowoon raise up his head, giving her full attention.

“Y-yeah” Deep inside, Dowoon feel shaky and nervous as well as his sister. 

“I’m sorry.  I’m really really sorry.  For everything. I know I shouldn—”

“Noona, you don’t have to be sor—”

“No, listen to me first, please.” Dahee pleads, looking straight into her brother’s eyes, almost begging him to listen to her as she moves closer to him “I’m really sorry for everything.  For pushing you away all this time.  I know I shouldn’t treat you like nothing.  I know I’m so selfish towards you.  I understand if you don’t want to forgive me.  I understand if you’re mad or didn’t want to meet me anymor—”

Dowoon quickly took her hands into his, clasping them together “What do you mean? I’m not mad or upset at you, not a slightest.  I’m really happy to see you again.  God knows how much I missed you and excited to meet you. So don’t worry, you did nothing, hmm?” Dowoon tries persuade Dahee, lowering his doe eyes to meet with Dahee’s, giving her a big smiles in process.

“But I made lots of mistak—”

“Noona, look at me.” Dowoon urge her to lift up her face to meet with his soft gazes that looks so sincere and pure, just like back then.  Dowoon that full with pureness and kindhearted.  Dowoon once again flashes her a assuring smiles and gently strokes her arms before speaks up “The one who needs to apologize is me.  I’m the one who left you 7 years ago.  Me, your brother.” Dowoon said, pausing for a moment to let her sister listen to his words again.

Dowoon moves closer to her, his arms sneaked around her shoulder as his big figure engulf her in his embrace.  “I’m sorry for leaving you in the past.  I promise I wouldn’t leave you alone again. I’ll be by your side forever.  That’s what siblings for.” Dowoon whispered into her ears.  Upon the words leaves his mouth, Dowoon felt Dahee tighten her grips on his waist as small cries and hiccups leaves her lips, making Dowoon lets out small chuckles, already expecting his sister being a crybaby in his arms.

“Aigooo, my sister is such a baby, huh?” He playfully joked as he pulled away from the hug and wiped off the tears with his thumb from Dahee’s cheeks—succeded in making her let out a soft laugh at him.

A small thank you come out from Dahee’s lips that almost sounds as a whispered but didn’t go unnotice by Dowoon.

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[pesiko]

WONPIL FIC RECS

ONE SHOTS

Lavender and Midnight - fantasy AU [5k]

Band Sessions: Wonpil - he worries bc you’re clumsy [2.3k]

A Confession, of Sorts - he gets a little drunk [4.6k]

Anatomically Correct Heart Shaped Pretzel [1.6k]

Are You Asking Me Out - mafia AU, diamond negotions [1k]

Where’s the First Aid Kit? - “why does my heart hurt?” [1k]

DRABBLES

Jelly Beans - diameter of the sun, ft Sungjin [.6k]

Of Opportunity - “in the movies they throw pebbles” [.5k]

BULLETPOINTS

Amethyst for anxiety

Boyfriend!Wonpil

College AU Wonpil

Highschool!Wonpil

UniStudent!Wonpil

Uni!Wonpil

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-18-21

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 When They Fell For You

A/N: This is just for fun, I don't own these gifs or these people. We love Day6 for their talents and such... I feel like this is shitty, but I'm having fun!

Warning: Drinking and minor language.

Jae:

At your and Jae's wedding.

His vows were about how both of you crackheads met.

Around four years ago Jae went to this launch party for JYP.

You, fortunately enough, knew all the right people.

So you got an invite to this momentous party.

Momentous is an overstatement.

Of course, the party was absolutely boring.

Considering the only things to do was eat, drink, and sway to the music.

Although you were there to drool over hot guys.

Anywho, the night was so boring you took matters into your own hands.

Going over to the free bar, you grabbed as many drinks as your person could hold.

You even snuck full bottles of wine and such too...

All while Jae watched you do this.

From the other side of the party hall was Jae.

He stood tall above all of the other bandmates.

More importantly, he was utterly tired of this party.

When he saw you take all that alcohol, he knew something big was coming.

Indeed something was.

By the end of the night, you were on top of a table scream-singing Who's Your Mama by JYP himself.

The table you were standing on, by the way, was where JYP (and all the executives) were sitting.

Most people were enraged by your drunken outburst, this was a "sophisticated" party.

Sophisticated my ass

The only person who'd been laughing, enjoying you was Jae.

He couldn't help but take notice of you in general.

You were everything he wanted in a girl, short, petite, and along the lines of crackhead energy.

There was just something about you completely embarrassing yourself while drunk that made Jae swoon for you.

The vibe you were giving to him never felt better.

Although all good things must come to an end.

Security guards escorted you out, but not without a fight.

Eventually, they got you out of the venue, Jae following close behind.

Jae just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

When he saw you outside, sitting on the ground, head against a wall.

He realized you were too drunk to walk home.

This sweet, tall, chicken boy totally took care of you.

Taking you back to his small apartment, getting you water and food, and making sure you had a place for the night.

If it wasn't for him, you would probably end up dead in a ditch.

From that day forward, Jae was determined to make you his all because of your drunk ass.

Four years later, and you're married to the Chicken.

Sungjin:

You and Sungjin have been friends for a hell of a long time.

Even before he became a trainee.

Both of you met in high school, in a music class specifically.

Ironically, you were too good at music.

Especially the part where your teacher made you sing for a grade.

Everything about your singing voice was flawed.

Your pitch was off.

Your bridges tended to fall, metophorically and phsically.

You just couldn't sing.

Long story short, Sungjin helped you with the project.

And from that unfortunate project, bloomed a long-lasting friendship.

So you thought.

A few years later...

Sungjin was now a proper musician.

Not shocking, he has brilliant talent.

You worked as a teacher.

For the sole reason you thought teachers sucked, so you wanted to prove that not all of them do.

Both you and he shared an apartment based on the closeness you had.

Sungjin performed anywhere he got the chance.

He loved his job singing and playing the guitar to songs he wrote and covers.

That boy is living his dream.

However...

With a dream, there must be an obstacle.

One night after performing at a music festival, someone had come up to him dissing his singing.

Practically telling him he's the equal of singing garbage.

SO!

When he came home that night, he was in the worst mood imaginable.

You'd never expect him to be so insecure, but he was.

One hate comment had him rethinking his career choices.

Obviously, you saw the glum face.

When you asked him what's wrong he shrugged you off, saying it was nothing.

You knew better than that. You knew him too well.

After a few minutes of annoying the shit out of him, he combusted.

He told you everything.

Your first reaction to this was to kill the guy who said this to him, but I digress.

Sungin went in a febrile, frenzy about how he nothing when it came to singing.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

You said what he needed to hear.

"You're a dumbass."

After that comment, you went into a whole rant about how talented he actually is.

Listing everything he's done to get to this point in life.

Sungjin, nonetheless, was taken aback by you.

He probably wasn't expecting your crazy ass to go off on him like that.

More importantly, your crazy ass proved that you believed in him.

At that moment, Sungjin's heart started to pound at your rant.

God, he hadn't realized it before, but you cared so damn much about him.

You believed in him.

Something took over Sungjin.

Next moment you were yelling at him for thinking lesser of his talents.

The other you were silent.

Sungjin had pulled you in for a suave kiss.

He didn't even realize he did it either.

Both of you were equally as shocked as each other.

That was the day your friendship had come crumbling down...

Younghyun:

You found Kang Younghyun immensely annoying.

And so freaking good looking.

You'd first met him in your Intro to Marketing class.

Anytime the teacher asked a question he'd raise his hand first, begging to get called on.

He definitely kissed the teacher's ass.

From day one, he would talk all the time.

Majority of the time, distracting you from the lesson on the board.

Goodness, he messed with you all the time too.

Passing notes in class to say you stunk or throwing stuff at you in class.

To say the least, you did not consider him your friend.

Even the school acknowledged that you were enemies.

In your class, he was always the top score, and you right below in second place.

You don't know why he started to pick on you.

Never understood it.

Brian, on other hand, had a different reason.

Most definitely, he didn't consider you to be a bitch.

Or even smelly.

Brian only made fun of you because he likes you.

Secretly.

It all started during freshman orientation for your college.

All those months ago, you used to be nervous about the intimidating college.

Younghyun saw you from afar.

You looked so small, in need of help.

Yet, a look of daring, confidence in your eyes.

The student council of the college decided to plan some games for the freshmen coming in.

Younghyun and you were assigned to the same group.

The whole time, his eyes were on you, feeling attracted to you.

The first game you had to do was a scavenger hunt.

You quickly became friends with some girl, going along with her.

The second game was a talent circle.

Brian sang, of course, and you sat and watched.

You didn't have a particular talent.

Then, the night winded down.

The third, and final game, was a chatting session.

All of the people in your group ate and drank together.

Together just having a bash.

Brian couldn't help it.

He had his eyes on you the whole night.

What kicked him into high gear was your laugh.

Some goofball in the group had told this story about how he shit his pants at an amusement park.

Jesus, it was such a funny story snot was shooting out of your nose.

Brian noticed the way you laughed, you didn't cover your mouth.

You didn't care what anyone thought of you.

You just let yourself have fun.

You were just his type.

Wonpil:

Weird story?

Both of you don't know each other.

One could say both of you believe in love at first sight.

I digress.

Even if you didn't know each other, both of you had something in common.

JYP Entertainment employed both of you.

Wonpil a member of Day6 being the keyboard synthesizer.

You were a girl group trainee.

Neither of you came into contact that much.

Occasionally, you'd pass by each other but wouldn't give it much thought.

Until one day...

Finally, today was the last trial before your debut.

A period of assurance that your group was good enough.

It played out like it always did, your group danced to a cover then feedback would follow.

Unfourtantly, the spotlight on you.

The officials at JYP didn't think your dancing was what it takes to be an idol.

Everyone else in your group was fine.

You weren't good enough.

Every word that came out of the judge's mouth, broke your heart.

That meant you had to stay as a trainee for even longer.

Once everyone had left the room, you broke.

Completely.

On the ground crying and everything.

It felt like, all your hard work was for nothing.

Wonpil just got done practice for a new Day6 comeback.

He was walking down the hallways of JYP's building, getting ready to eat lunch with Dowoon.

However, he was stopped.

Stopped with the sound of sobbing.

Wonpil's a nice guy, he hates to see people sad, even if he doesn't know them.

Investigating the noise he saw you.

In one of the many dance practice rooms on the ground.

At first, he thought you were in pain, quickly rushing over to you.

Then he realized you weren't

Wonpil comforted you, even if you didn't know each other.

Somehow he got the truth out of you.

His advice was good.

He told you to fight for what you loved to do.

Maybe his advice was good because he was a trainee himself before.

After you finally calmed down, Wonpil had offered you to come to dinner with him.

You accepted the offer. Becoming friends with him that day forward.

A week went by after the incident.

Wonpil, once again, was getting ready to go to dinner.

He heard loud noises.

This time it was music.

Making his way to the dance practice room, he saw you.

Going through practiced choreography

Wonpil smiled to himself, happy you didn't give up on your dream.

You looked headstrong as you danced in front of the mirror.

Determined to prove the judges wrong.

Well

There was nothing Wonpil liked more than a girl sure about her future.

Luckily he snagged your number at dinner last week.

Dowoon:

This kid is shy as hell.

It was hard for you not to fall for him first.

At last, you did not.

Like Sungjin

You guys met in high school.

Imagine Dowoon in a uniform, I'm crying🙃!

Dowoon was the quiet kid in class, he didn't get much attention for that.

You, on the other hand, were the loudest kid in class.

Constantly, you were talking and telling jokes.

Even poking fun at the teachers.

You're the life of the class.

Dowoon and you were polar opposites.

Interestingly enough, he began to like you.

Class was normal.

No one paid attention.

At the end of class was when it got interesting.

The teachers assigned students to stay after and clean up.

You and Dowoon were spontaneously picked.

Neither of you cared frankly.

After class.

Dowoon was silent, per usual, cleaning the desks off.

You were mopping the floors.

Every minute, you would throw glances in his direction.

Odd, that he didn't talk much.

You assumed he wasn't going to start a conversation.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

"What's your name?"

That was rather loud.

He replied in a near whisper.

You noticed his ears were read just by one question.

You giggled at his cuteness.

For the rest of the cleaning session, you talked his ear off.

Barely any words or sentences came out of his mouth.

You were worried, however.

You felt bad that you were talking too much.

Easily getting embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"No, no...I don't mind."

Dowoon enjoyed the fact you talked his ear off.

Usually, kids in their class avoided him.

But you

You didn't mind talking to him.

[skz-goose]

i have cried to day6 on multiple occasions watch christmas be one of them this year

[letsnotdoanything]

Day6 showing their love

I'm so excited for their new album 😭😭 I can't wait

Sungjin

Sungjin is a true gentleman. He uses words and actions to make you feel like a real lady - opens the door for you, takes your coat, pushes in your chair and doesn't let you carry heavy items. He never forgets about your birthday, anniversaries or any other dates that are important for you, each time preparing something special on these occassions.

Sungjin never rushes things and wouldn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable before you assure him that it's okay, and even then treats you as if you were made from china.

Jae

Jae, as we all know, is great in expressing himself with a pen and paper. He uses this skill in songwriting, but also to create short poems that are only for you, and about you. It doesn't happen often since you're more of a best-friends-that-kiss kind of couple, but when it does - he spills everything he has on his mind. He makes sure to mention all of the areas you're insecure about as well as those he loves the most, wrapping it up in a lyrical style. Somehow he never writes the same thing two times, each creation different from the previous one. Addictionally, his poems do not only have a beautiful content but also an aesthetic outside, pleasing both your eyes and heart.

Young K

Young K's romantic side comes out when you have a long, stressful day. The whole house smells like one of your favourite dishes when you enter, leading you to the kitchen, where he is finishing cooking the meal. You eat it together while Young K lets you ramble about everything that happend throughout the day. After you fill up your stomachs, he refuses to let you clean up the table, and takes you to the bathroom. Hot water slowly floods the bathtub while he helps you wash off your makeup before leaving to give you some time for yourself. After you're done, you do anything you feel like, whether it's be watching a movie, going to sleep or getting some intimate time together.

Wonpil

Wonpil finds happiness even in the smallest things, so he shows his love with little yet adorable gestures.

Whenever he leaves early, which happens quite often, he leaves post-it notes with a short message. Every time he writes something else and hides them in a different place to keep that surprise effect. It could be 'eat a lot so you have strenght to cuddle!' in your lunchbox or 'you warm up my heart ♡' on the kettle, every single note makes your morning better.

Dowoon

Dowoon's love would show through everyday things, such as doing your part of household chores. He could do it because you asked him to, because he sees that you're tired or with no particular reason. Even if he doesn't like them, he'd do it with pleasure knowing that it would unburden you.

Dowoon thinks about you all the time. When he goes to the store, he always gets something for you. When he's shooting a music video, he wants to look the best for you (and the fans, of course). When he is with you, he can think only about your beautiful eyes.

[virgoterritory]

Soft kisses with wonpil and slightly insecure reader

Oh god i’ll cry!! These soft kinds of kisses would be so amazing with him,just holding each other close as you press your lips to his,feeling the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile when you hold his hand! Can you imagine having some time to yourselves,like spending the whole afternoon inside playing games and watching movies and ordering your favorite foods. You’d both love spending time like this together, phones put away and no distractions from the outside world. Can you imagine clearing away the board game you had been playing, a small smug smile on your lips,happy that you’d finally beaten your boyfriend. He’d be watching you from his seat on the couch and would hold out his arms for you when you had finished tidying away. He’d pull you onto the sofa beside him and you’d kick your legs up behind you,letting him fold you into his arms. You’d lay with your head on his chest and you’d feel so safe and warm and so beyond loved. He’d be playing with your fingers as you enjoyed the silence before he gently lifted you from his chest so that he could look at you. baby would have the sweetest little smile on his face and you’d be giggling asking what was wrong and he’d be blushing telling you how pretty you looked. You’d brush him off with a chuckle telling him that you looked far from pretty with your messy hair and makeupless face but he’d be shaking his head telling you that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. his thumb would come up to brush your cheek and he’d slowly lean in to press his lips to yours,,it really would be so soft, his touch would be light as a feather as he gently pulled you in to him,,your hand would find his and you’d hold onto it as your lips pressed against each other,you’d feel your heart start to swell as you processed his sweet words and you’d pull back from the kiss,a small smile on your lips as you told him that you loved him

[wonpilsofthours]

10:34 am

you stir sleepily as your eyes flutter open and you wake to the feeling of wonpil pressing small kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders. you turn in his hold to face him, and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he grazes his lips against yours. “good morning baby” he sighs out before finally pressing your lips together

[foreverthesickestkidz]

i’m coming home to you.

pairings: Army Ranger!Brian x reader

warnings: mentions of death, injury, guns, violence, war & all that comes with it. The ending is happy though sorta

author’s note: i just love the movie Blackhawk Down, so i decided to write this. if you haven’t seen the movie please read the background information. gif is not mine and a special thanks to my editor @ensheetea for editing this!! everyone go support y!!

masterlist | guidelines

background: in order to stop a warlord from overtaking the country, Army Rangers and Navy SEAL’s (among forces from other countries) were sent to Mogadishu, Somalia to rescue the innocent lives at stake. operation gothic serpent was meant to be an operation that lasted an hour, but a rapid turn for the worse caused the troops to become trapped overnight in the most dangerous area of the country, the Bakaara Market. ill prepared and unable to get out, many troops lost their lives including those involved in the two Blackhawk helicopter crashes. thus the name, Blackhawk Down. This background information is not fiction.

Brian glanced down at the time on his phone. A small part of him wondered if you’d be awake, but the larger knew you weren’t. The time difference between Mogadishu and where his home laid sleeping softly kept Brian worrying constantly. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. He missed you deeply. The way your hair looked in the mornings. The little giggles you’d let out when he constantly complimented you. The sparkle in your beautiful eyes when they caught the sunlight just right. Oh, he loved your eyes most of all. It was always the small things he thought about when he was away.

When he laid sprawled out on top of a rooftop within the Bakaara Market of Somalia, the butt of the sniper rifle set firmly against his shoulder, he remembered your smile. Remembering the way your eyes crinkled a little, gave him the push to pull the trigger. He watched the man through the scope fall; he felt guilty despite knowing he just saved a fellow soldier’s life.

When he hid inside a market building among several other Army Rangers, he remembered your soft kisses. The memory gave him hope that he wouldn’t let out his last breath in that wretched situation. He felt proud that he and his Rangers made it that far.

When he rushed to the crashed Blackhawk helicopter, searching desperately for the crew chief he just knew was alive, he remembered your embrace. The constant gunfire directed at him suddenly didn’t seem so intimidating, and he knew all he wanted was for all of his men to get to go home to their’s, just as he knew he’d get to go home to you.

When he pulled open the door of the humvee, and lifted the lifeless body of his closest friend inside, he remembered your tears. He knew when he got back home the second you laid eyes on him, you’d cry. You did every time he came back. He let the single tear that fell from his eye rest on his lip as he climbed into the front seat, too focused on survival to grieve for the young man lying behind him.

When he saw a fellow Ranger about to fall victim to an attack, he remembered your big heart. He didn’t hesitate to jump out of the moving humvee and take the shot himself, ensuring that the other Ranger got to go home to his family.

When he laid in the dirt, alone, bleeding profusely, he remembered you. Every minuscule detail of you flashed through his mind. When he shut his eyes, he whispered into the dusty air, “I’m so sorry. I love you.”

But when he opened them, he didn’t have to remember you. You sat next to his hospital bed, asleep, with a small, soft hand, clutching his own for dear life. He thought about how ironic that was as he woke you gently. He smiled softly as you lit up at the sight of him. Tears fell from your eyes as you spoke with a hoarse voice.

He’d known you’d cry. You always cried.

[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.”

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

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When You Sleepily Lay Down In His Lap ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

A light chuckle escaped from you as a hand tickled against your waist, your eyes flickering up at Sungjin. “Did I tickle?” He innocently asked as he watched you.

Your eyes rolled at the knowing look that was on Sungjin’s face, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you can never just leave me to close my eyes.”

Sungjin’s shoulders shrugged as he continued to joke around with you, “I just thought you’d like for me to hold onto your waist, keep you still so you don’t fall off of my lap.”

“I won’t fall,” you chuckled, “I’m buried in nice and snug against your lap now.”

“Isn’t it better to just be sure Y/N?”

Your head shook back at Sungjin, “if you keep tickling me then you know that I’ll find a way to get you to pay for it, you’ll regret doing this.”

“You would never be able to get revenge on me,” Sungjin challenged, watching your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“Are you really willing to try me though Sungjin?”

“Maybe I’ll move my hand after all.”

Young K:

A slight hum came from you as fingers tangled in with your hair, tugging against you gently. “Sorry, sorry,” Youngkyun stuttered as he played with your hair.

A chuckle came from you as Youngkyun loosened his grip, twirling your hair around. “I thought you said that it would be cosy for me to lay in your lap?”

Youngkyun’s head shook as you messed with him in reply to his apology. “It is cosy, just when I’m careful with your hair. To be fair, it’s not my fault your hair is so much a mess.”

“Hey,” you gasped, “my hair is definitely not a mess, it’s just a little stressed.”

“Not now I’ve taken care of it though.”

You nodded in agreement with Youngkyun, “I guess laying in your lap has its perks, especially when you decide you want to play with my hair.”

“I was supposed to make you sleepy playing with your hair,” Youngkyun admitted, knowing his clumsiness hadn’t quite managed it.

“Maybe if you’re careful I can get some rest.”

“I promise I’ll be more careful now.”

Wonpil:

Your head shook as Wonpil’s hands tapped into his lap, encouraging you to lay down there. “You’re tired, come and lay in my lap so you can rest Y/N.”

You were still apprehensive as Wonpil took a hold of your hand, “I don’t want to get in your way by laying in your lap, you won’t be able to move your legs.”

As you continued to protest, Wonpil decided to take your hand and pull you down so that you were in his lap. “I wouldn’t offer to let you lay in my lap if I was bothered by it silly.”

“You could just be being nice,” you teased, “you might just feel bad for me.”

“I do feel bad that you’re feeling tired.”

You smiled up at Wonpil as you turned to be able to look up at him, “it’s just been a busy day at work, you should know, you have plenty of those too.”

“So, next time I have a busy day, does that mean that I can rest in your lap too?” He questioned, willing you to nod your head in reply.”

“How badly do you want me to agree to that?”

“Honestly, Y/N, you have no idea.”

Dowoon:

Your smile turned up even higher as an arm draped around your waist, glancing up you met the eyes of Dowoon straight away. “Are you comfortable there?”

Your head nodded straight away as you pulled Dowoon’s arm even tighter around your frame, “it’s always comfortable for me whenever I lay down in your lap.”

A nod of the head came from Dowoon as he continued to watch you closely, “are you sure that I can’t get you a cushion or something to rest your head on, make you even cosier?”

“Then I wouldn’t be laying in your lap,” you joked, “it would be a cushion.”

“You might hurt yourself in my lap.”

Your head shook in response to Dowoon, “if I’m uncomfortable then I promise that I’ll tell you so that you can look after me and cuddle me some more.”

“I don’t need you to be uncomfortable for me to cuddle you,” Dowoon assured you, deciding to snuggle down even closer to you.”

“I think that I could get pretty used to this.”

“I think that I could enjoy this too.”

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[wonpilsonefeel]

Pairing: Jae and Wonpil

Prompt: ⤵️

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

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81. 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.

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Content Warning: Mention of Kissing. Suggestive.

Word count: less than 1000

“How on earth did you get so muddy?” Jae asked Wonpil, exiting the house. Wonpil shrugged dusting off his pants legs. “Did you fall?” Jae questioned him giggling at the thought of Wonpil falling in mud. Wonpil shamelessly nodded. Head hung low. Jae felt a little guilty, stepping closer to Wonpil, staring deeply into his deeply rich brown eyes. Jae had a small smile on his face, one that was caring. Jae took his finger tracing Wonpils lips, wiping the mud off carefully. Going back to tracing it. Jae brought Wonpils head up from hanging low, tilting it towards himself. Jae kept flickering his eyes from Wonpils lips and eyes. Until he couldn’t resist any longer. Catching his lips in a sweet passionate kiss. As they carried on kissing, it got heated with Wonpil tangling his hands in Jaes hair and Jae grabbing Wonpils ass to pull him closer. Wonpil opened his eyes to see Jaes lust filled eyes. Jae pulled away “first one to the bed gets to be on top,!” Jae said quickly running inside and up the stairs. “Not fair!” Wonpil pouted, chasing after him, excited for what’s to come. As they reached the bedroom, Jae pushed Wonpil onto the bed, instructing him to strip of his clothes. They both got naked together. Jae hovered Wonpil kissing his body all over. Giving Wonpil small praises. “Bunny, you have such a nice body, so perfect” Jae kept repeating.

Thank you for requesting!! I hope enjoyed this short story.

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Once Upon a Time | Seven

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!reader  

genre: fluff, angst

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After few days gone missing, Dahee had to brace herself to meet with Younghyun again. After having a deep and long thought, isn’t Younghyun fault to bring Dowoon—she just nervous meeting with her little brother, afraid her past will hurts herself.  She had her feelings mixed up, she felt helpless as part of her is mad at herself for running away instead of solving the problem with Dowoon. But, she can’t throw away the fact that Younghyun broke their promise—the one Dahee believes in. Now Dahee realize—she shouldn’t ever get herself involved with Younghyun at the first place. Her train of thoughts stops when she felt sharp pain in her head, feeling dizzy with the overwhelming feelings—her lips dried out as Dahee take out water bottle from her bag and quickly take a sip to cool down. Dahee been feeling major headache ever since she stumble upon Dowoon and since then, she been pushing herself to work hard for her final presentation in hoping forget about the small encounter between them. “you good?” a familiar male voice ringing in her ear as she felt he took a sit beside her. Dahee couldn’t look at his face without disappointment plastered on her face. She took a glance on her phone to look at current time—feeling uneasy if she staying longer with him. “it’s time for presentation, i don’t want to be late” Dahee said, ignoring his question.

Younghyun watch Dahee walked away from him without waiting a reply from him.  He felt wronged for bringing Dowoon to her but as the same time it’s felt unfair to him as Dahee didn’t want to listen to their explanation at all. ——— “Overall, I’m satisfied with your project paper and final presentation on this topic, it’s well explained and detailed too.  I’m glad you get to work well together on this subject” With then, Younghyun and Dahee thanked their professor for the compliments and bid farewell as they exited the hall together. Dahee felt a throbbing pain in her head again as all she wants to do is go home and rest but Younghyun stop her from walking. “Dahee, wait" he grabbed her arm from behind, making the girl stop in her tracks “What?” Dahee hissed in annoyance, turning her heels to face with Younghyun as the throbbing keeps on pound in her head as someone knocking her head nonstop. “We need to talk.  Dowoon keep on loo-” “I don’t want to talk about that now” Dahee said as she massaging her temples to soothe her dizziness. “Then when? The problem won’t solve if you keeps on running, it won’t do anything good for you, Dowoon or....” Younghyun trails his words as Dahee waits for him to complete his sentence “or for both of us” Younghyun spoke up, hinting on their relationship status.  They just started to get along and knowing each other but things happened. “There’s no us when you broke our promise” With that, Dahee walked past him, slightly brushed their shoulders. Younghyun sighs in defeat upon hearing her words as his fingers runs through his soft brown locks in clueless but then he heard a small thud behind him. His eyes bulge in shocked as he saw Dahee collapse on the floor. “Yoon Dahee!!” Younghyun exclaimed as he runs to her. ———

“Dowoon, wait!” Younghyun tried to calm the maknae and prevent him from going to meet with his sister as the other members also tries to help.

“But my noona needs me” Dowoon whines feeling as if the members didn’t understand him at all

Younghyun looks at the youngest with empathy plastered on his face, arms guarding the boy from going out from the apartment—his mind trying to find suitable words to explain to him.

“I totally understand how worried you are right now. You had the right to worry but let her calm down first, okay? She might not be ready to meet you again. She’s been struggling so much" Younghyun carefully explained but the worried expression on Dowoon’s face won’t easily go away.

“That’s right Dowoon-ah. She might need some time to recovery from all this sudden news.” Sungjin who sitting quietly at the couch the whole time spokes up, earning sighs from the drummer upon hearing the leader’s words as Dowoon already had his running through his hair in frustration while pacing back and forth across the living room and stop his track as he thinks deeply while watching the busy roads across their apartment.

“How many days she will be in the hospital?" Dowoon’s deep voice echoed after couple of minutes he’s in silence.

“Taeyong said maybe two more days because the doctor needs her to be really destress from everything" Younghyun said, carefully eyeing the youngest expression and only soften when Dowoon finally calms down and sat between Jae and Wonpil at the couch.

“Have you tried to talk to her?” Jae, the eldest asked as he giving a bro pat on Dowoon

“Not even a chance at all. I don’t think I should push her anymore. Maybe I...” Younghyun trails his words, trying to make up his mind properly as he relief a defeat sighs.

“You what?” Wonpil couldn’t help but curiously asked him.

“Maybe I should stop looking for her after this” Younghyun confess, earning gasps from his members as they knew Younghyun really cares for Dahee and deeply in love with her. She is Younghyun’s world even though they just met for couples of month but the members knew Younghyun finally gets to be loved by someone he truly cares.

——— Dahee’s eyes felt heavy as she softly open her eyes—too bright to her liking and hissed in pain she felt a sharp on her hands, a drip tube to be exact taped on it. She tried to get up from the bed but then someone prevent her from doing so. “hey hey you should rest more” Taeyong’s voice echoed through her ears as he pushed her back down to the bed. "where am I?" Dahee asked, trying to recognize the faces near her which are Taeyong and Wendy, her closest friends. "In hospital you dummy.  You scared me when Youn—" Taeyong stopped Wendy eventually, feeling this isn't appropriate time to mention the name. "You collapse right after your presentation.  The doctor said you're exhausted and dehydrated.  Your stress level are also high.  Why aren't you telling us that you're stress? We were worried about you" Taeyong said, softly patting her head as he's giving his big doe eyes to her Dahee smiles weakly to both of them in response as she muttering small sorry with pouts visible on her lips.   "Thank god you're stable now.  Hey, eat your porridge.  Taeil made some for you when he heard about your condition.  Here, let me feed you" Wendy said, scooting closer next to Dahee, taking a bowl of porridge in her hand along with a spoon.  "Say ah, our little Dahee" Wendy tease, playing airplane with the spoon before feeding her. "I'm not a little girl, Seungwan-ah" Dahee whined, earning chuckles from them as Taeyong smiles brightly looking at the two girls infront him. 'Keep on smiling Dahee, it suits you well' Taeyong thought, hoping that Dahee would find her happiness soon. As they keep on talking with each other and Wendy keep on feeding her, Dahee couldn't help but to think hard about what happened before she collapsed—barely remember what happened. "How did I get here? Who brings me here?" Dahee sudden question makes Wendy and Taeyong flustered.  Isn't that they don't want to tell Dahee, but they scared that Dahee would fall sick again or even get angry at mention of Younghyun's name. "You know, some rand—" "It's Younghyun, am I right?" Dahee cut Wendy's word before she could finish her sentences.  Even though Dahee couldn't remember properly on his what happened, but she knew Younghyun at her side when she collapse at the hallway.

Wendy just nods her head in response as Taeyong throws his attention to the windows, try not to involve with Dahee’s business—letting her dealing with her own feelings.

Dahee couldn’t stop her tears from falling down as she felt horrible with herself, feeling useless and so selfish as Younghyun did nothing wrong to her but she keep on pushing Dowoon and blame Younghyun for it.  Dahee lowered her head as tears keep on streaming down her cheeks as hiccups followed.

Upon seeing Dahee cried so hard, Wendy rushed to her side, giving her hugs in hoping she would calm down.

“Oh honey, you gonna be alright, trust me okay?” Wendy assured her, fixing her strands of hair from Dahee’s face—taking a good look on the her face as she wipes off the tears from Dahee’s cheeks.

“I need to fix this, Wendy.  I can’t lose Dowoon again, or worse, losing Younghyun.” Dahee said after bawling her eyes out for couples of minutes , feeling determined, holding Wendy’s hands as she flashed her supporting smiles and feeling proud with her best friend.

Taeyong softly smiles “That’s our girl Yoon Dahee!!” His shouts echo through the room, making the girls lets out a soft chuckles.

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