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offline messages ꒰ yunho ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: streamer!yunho x gn!reader. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 1039 words. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: angst + fluff. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: mild angst, emotional neglect (unintentional), feelings of being left behind, fluff at the end.

You were there before the follower goals, and fancy mic setup. Back when Yunho streamed from a wobbly IKEA desk and his only viewers were you and that one random bot that kept posting shady links.

Back then, his face would light up when he saw your name in chat.

"Yo!" he'd grin, headset slightly tilted. "You're here!"

Of course you were. You always were.

You modded his streams before he even asked. Built his discord server from scratch. Stayed up past midnight helping him troubleshoot lag while playing Valorant. You even tolerated the scream fest during Lethal Company session with San, Mingi, and Wooyoung―all chaos, max volume, all the time.

And when things took off―when Twitch clipped him into the algorithm and the chat exploded with new fans, you celebrated with him. You were proud. You really were.

But you also started feeling... invisible.

It started small. A joke you made in chat went ignored. Then another. Then another.

You chalked it up, at first. That's what growing meant―more people, more chaos. But then he stopped replying to your DMs. Took hours to answer simple messages. And one day, you noticed your mod label was gone. No explanation. No "thanks for everything." Nothing at all.

You watched one of his streams that night, lurking, your name is grey in a sea of neon usernames. Someone made a crude joke. You called it out. Yunho didn't even notice, until a stranger timed you out.

That was the last stream you watched live.

You muted the server. Turned off notifications. Closed the tab. He never reaches out. Not once.

Months passed.

One night, you're scrolling through your phone, brain on autopilot, when you see his name. Yunho is live: Unpacking + chatting. You shouldn't care. You don't.

But you click.

He's streaming Unpacking, of all things. Soft music, quiet atmosphere, just him and the sound of cardboard boxes being emptied on screen. There's no Wooyoung yelling in the background, no San whining about being scared―just Yunho. Focused. A little tired. His laugh softer tonight.

You shouldn't message him.

But your fingers move anyway, finding his name in your message app.

Are you okay?

You send it. Regret it instantly. Consider deleting it, but then―

yunho: wait yunho: wait wait wait yunho: is this real?? yunho: y/n... i thought u blocked me or smth

You stare at the screen, looking at his stream while his attention turns to his phone.

you: figured you wouldn't notice either way yunho: ... yunho: okay. i deserve that. yunho: i miss you. a lot.

You don't reply right away, and you close the Twitch app.

The next day, he sends you a message privately in discord.

yunho: can we talk?

You call. It's weird, at first. The silence between you used to be comfortable, easy. Now it's cautious. Hesitant.

But he tries.

"I don't know when I started messing it up," he says, voice quiet. "I think... I just got caught up in everything. I didn't mean to shut you out."

You shrug, even though he can't see you. "You kind of did, though."

"I know. I just... didn't want you to feel like you had to carry my stuff forever. You helped me so much and I kept thinking, maybe you deserved to just... live your life. Not babysit my stream."

You snort. "You took away my mod role without saying a word. The least you can do is tell me."

He winces. "Yeah. That was stupid."

"You think?"

He laughs. It's small, and it is obvious that he is nervous.

"Let me fix it," he says. "Please."

It's not instant. It's not perfect.

But you start showing up again. Not as a mod, but just as his friend.

He messages you in the middle of the night about weird games you'd both like. Sends you dumb voices notes of Mingi farting on call. You hop into discord during late-night gaming, and he still screams in panic when he gets chased in scary games, but now, he screams your name too.

And one night, he messages:

yunho: do you want to do a stream together soon? you: what would we even play? yunho: idc. minecraft? stardew? anything. i just want to hang out with you on stream.

You agree, and the next night, it's Minecraft night.

The stream starts slow, chill lo-fi music playing in the background. Yunho decides to do a member only stream, which means the chat is smaller, cozier. The mods keep it clean. No chaos whatsoever.

"Special guest tonight, their name is Y/N" Yunho says, grinning. "My oldest friend. Like actual old. We've known each other since middle school."

You laugh. "You're few months older than me."

Chat, on the other hand, explodes with excitement:

xXxgamerraccoon12: brooo you can see yunho smiling like an idiot fluffyhorsie: their voice sounds so soothing!! i love them already!! bananapie481: we need more cozy game with y/n!!

You two fish, farm, fight monsters, collect materials. It's easy.

Halfway through the stream, you forget the camera's even on.

"You're different when it's just us," you say quietly.

Yunho hums. "Different how?"

"Less loud, less performative. More... you."

He doesn't say anything right away, just smiling while mining some woods for their house. Then, softly. "That's because you bring out the parts of me I actually like."

Your chest tightens.

"You know I was really scared," he adds. "That you'd never message me again. That I lost you for good."

You exhale. "You almost did."

"I know."

Silence.

Then, your character walks over and gifts his character a flower.

It's just pixels, but Yunho makes a sound that's a little too real.

"What?"

"What do you mean what? Maybe I just like giving you flowers."

His voice is barely a whisper. "God, I missed you so much."

The stream ends with your character standing next to his inside your finish small cozy wooden house.

Chat's spamming hearts. Fan edit already being posted. People are begging for another duo stream.

Once he turns off his stream, he says, "Don't log off yet."

You stay.

His voice is warm through your headset.

"Let's play another day?"

You smile. "Sure, Yunho. I'll be here."

This time, you know he believes it.

And this time, you do too.

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Wooyoung x chubby trans reader/ ftm reader

Wooyoung can’t help but smile everytime he sees you, you’re so delicate to him, he can’t help but want to protect you in a way. He’s quick to defend you if anyone says slick shit even if it’s a little bit mean, “Watch your mouth about MY boyfriend” as he pouts defensively, there’s no room for anyone disrespecting you if he’s there.

He knows you’re too shy and a bit embarrassed to correct anyone who may use the wrong name or misgender you, so when he knows it’s safe he’s quick to correct them, smiling as they finally refer to you the correct way. He notices the look in your eyes, you jump excitedly finally getting a binder, you take it out of the package and put it on, yet it doesn’t quite feel right, the compression doesn’t work since your chest is larger and you can’t help but tremble as you try to hold back tears noticing this, your body causing dysphoria comes in waves, but whenever the wave comes it’s often enough to knock you down. However these waves have been handled with your boyfriend Wooyoung, he’s quick to get behind you, resting his hands on your cute tummy, “Hey baby, it’s okay, not your fault” he reassures you while rubbing soothing patterns on your belly, he slips the binder off you and just lets you rest in his arms as long as you need to. The dysphoria slowly passes as he praises you endlessly, reaffirming you’re his boyfriend, you’re handsome, you’re his beautiful boy and you have the hottest masculine body. He reminds you that your roundness isn’t a flaw, he sees it as the cutest thing ever, and resting on you feels like heaven, you’re so soft to him. He does lots of research on various platforms to try and learn more about gender dysphoria and being trans, he wants to do whatever he can to help you, hiding the fact that he has a couple piggy banks to one day surprise you with top surgery. Until then he will continue to be your supportive, pouty, clingy boyfriend and promises to always be as long as you promise too. Of course he makes you lock pinkies or “The promise wouldn’t be valid”.

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haircut drama

lee minho x gn!reader

synopsis: minho gets overly dramatic about you not noticing his haircut, drawing out the teasing until you guess right.

wc: 823

(based on his silly bbl messages lol)

The afternoon was peaceful, yet something seemed odd. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, totally immersed in whatever was on the screen. Minho sat next to you, but his typically calm manner had shifted. He kept looking across at you, shifting in his seat, and sighing lightly; his small dramatic movements were beginning to add up.

You looked up and saw him looking at you before he hurriedly turned his head. His lips were pursed, and he kept looking away, as if he were trying to hide something. But it wasn't like him to be so distant. You lifted an eyebrow, sensing something was off.

“Minho?” you asked, slightly distracted, still not sure why he was acting so… off. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer right away, only huffed, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. His foot tapped a little too fast on the floor, his gaze never meeting yours. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though there was a playfulness in his tone you couldn’t quite place.

You glanced at him, a little puzzled now. “Are you sure? You don’t look fine. You’re acting weird.”

Minho huffed again, louder this time, as if he was putting on a show. “I’m not acting weird,” he said, looking at the ceiling as though it held the answers to the universe. “It’s just… it’s whatever.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what was really going on. Minho was being unusually cryptic, and it was driving you a little crazy. He’d been fidgeting this entire time, making it obvious that something was bugging him.

You set your phone down and turned your full attention to him. “Okay, now you really have to tell me what’s going on, because something’s not right.”

He turned his head toward you, a tiny grin forming at the corner of his mouth, but he refused to say anything. You studied him closely. His outfit was the same as always; there was nothing new there. He wasn't upset about anything in particular, but he was acting weirdly distant. It was as if he was expecting something from you.

Finally, he broke the silence. "It's just...I can't believe you didn't notice," he continued, his voice dripping with mock annoyance. "You've been sitting right here the whole time, and you didn't even see it."

“See what?” you asked, still unsure of what he was talking about, your mind racing through possibilities. “What am I missing?”

Minho sighed dramatically, shifting again, this time looking at his reflection in the window. “Nothing. Never mind,” he said, clearly trying to sound like he wasn’t affected, but you could tell he was enjoying this a little too much.

You were about to give up when it hit you like a bolt of lightning.

His hair!

Minho's hair is usually messy, but it was nicely done today, shorter and more professional than usual.

“Oh!” you said, finally getting it. “Did you get a haircut?!”

Minho froze, his lips curling into a mischievous grin, but his eyes remained playful and a little teasing. “Took you long enough,” he said, still pouting like he was holding onto his frustration for dramatic effect. “I was starting to think you were really going to ignore it.”

You blinked, realizing how obvious it had been all along. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice right away!” You immediately reached over to ruffle his hair, grinning. “But it looks good, babe! You look great.”

His face softened just a little, but his playful teasing didn’t fade. “It’s fine. I mean, I know I look good, but I wanted you to notice. I thought we were closer than that,” he said, feigning an exaggerated look of hurt.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible! I was just distracted!”

Minho leaned back against the couch, a smug smile spreading across his face. “Mmhmm, distracted,” he repeated, clearly enjoying how much he was messing with you. “I’m still waiting for a good enough apology.”

You leaned in, narrowing your eyes with a grin. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry for not noticing sooner, but it looks really good. You’re more handsome than usual,” you teased, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

Minho pretended to think about it, then shrugged, his grin growing wider. “Okay, fine. I’ll let it slide this time. But next time? You better notice immediately.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, but you knew he was just teasing. You gave his hair another playful ruffle. “I swear, next time I won’t even blink without noticing. You’ve got me trained now.”

“Better,” he said, his tone light as he relaxed again. But then he added with a smirk, “But seriously, it looks good, right? I mean, you weren’t totally wrong for not noticing immediately…”

You shook your head, laughing at how he kept pushing it. “You’re ridiculous, Minho.” But deep down, you knew how much he secretly enjoyed the attention, even if he played it off.

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SPRING DAY - JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

Warnings : none, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff

Word count : 1.1K words

Synopsis : Young love is tentative and shy, but it's also eager and riveting.

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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The metal under my elbow was cold enough to keep me awake, despite having not slept enough hours the previous night. It was sunny enough to be pleasant, the warmth welcomed on my skin, but not too warm to cause me discomfort and feel sticky. Perfect weather for a lovely day.

Such days meant that I couldn't waste the opportunity to spend them on the fire escape. It seemed silly to some, but my ideal lazy days were spent on the fire escape that peaked above all the buildings in the area. It always had the best views year-long, and during demi-saisons like these, the weather was almost too good to be true.

Sighing happily as the sun kissed my skin after so many months of cold and shivers, I rolled up the sleeves of my blouse, watching as the man on the roof of the building facing me fed his pigeons. They were cooing happily, seemingly just as pleased with the day as I was, before suddenly flocking away into the horizon.

Just as I began to laugh at the man's look of exasperation, I could hear a familiar chuckle down the empty street (when you live in such a quiet and barely-populated district, it's quite easy to discern noises). I perked up, and hurriedly ran to the other end of the fire escape so I could get a better look, shielding my eyes from the sun as I was now right in front of its glare.

Sure enough, Jungkook stood in front of the bakery on the ground floor, staring up at the same man I'd been watching earlier.

"Jungkook!" I hurriedly called out, before I had a chance to think it through and stop myself, "Hey, look up!"

He twisted around in adorable confusion, before resting his gaze on me, waving excitedly back, yelling a quick, "I'm coming up, make way!" with a delicate smile on his face.

I could already feel the post-seeing-him symptoms begin to show on my face, what with the ridiculous grin I'd begun sporting, the nervous kicking of my leg against the railing, and the odd twinkle in my eye I'm sure people could spot miles away. In fact, it would've been easier to hold up a sign to my forehead that said, "LOVE-SICK FOOL!" in bold cursive font.

Footsteps sounded against the metal steps, along with the occasional clinking of what I could recognize as his favorite gold ring (read: only gold ring). Turning around so fast I nearly got whiplash, the goofy smile on my face could only grow wider as mere inches remained between us.

"Hi," Jungkook finally said after a minute or two of silence, a little out of breath from the effort of running and climbing up, towering a bit over me, casting me in a shadow, meanwhile blinding me with his beauty.

I don't know what it was about him. Maybe the sparkling, innocent doe eyes, the crow's feet collecting at their corners; maybe the endearing grin that seemed brighter than a thousand suns; maybe the slight rosiness to his cheeks as he seems just a tad bashful; maybe the angelic figure; but something about him sent my heart hammering in my chest, yet a wave of coolness and calmness washed over me.

"Hi yourself," I shied away from his fond stare, resorting to looking at my feet kicking nervously, "Let's sit down."

He nodded, his long mahogany locks falling in front of his face, giving him a sweet look as we both sat down, our feet dangling dangerously off the railing as our sides touched.

Jungkook didn't say much, but he soundlessly eyed the book beside me, and I simply handed it over to him.

"A Tale of Two Cities?" he hummed, flipping it over to give reading the blurb a quick try, "I've always wanted to read it in English."

Inching closer to him with a little more bravery than I normally possessed, I watched as he set the book down on his lap momentarily.

Now, only a tender look was held behind his ever-so-beautiful eyes, as he realized that there really was no need for me to come closer, and that the only possible reason was that I simply enjoyed the proximity. If the starlit gaze of his was anything to go by, then he was enthralled by it just as much.

Lightly biting my lip in a mix of anticipation and anxiety, I carefully placed my hand on top of his. Fear bubbling in my stomach, I saw as he retreated his hand from that simple contact, getting up and dropping the book beside me once more, causing my eyes to snap wide open and my heart to fall to the pit of my belly.

However, I need not have worried, seeing as it didn't take him more than a couple of seconds to take a seat once again---only this time, behind me, as his legs wrapped around mine, his strong arms gently pulling me back to rest against his broad chest. I bit back a lovesick sigh, instead resorting to snuggle back against him and return the book to his hands.

Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, Jungkook began to read in his soft voice, stumbling a little on the words, but still trying his best nonetheless, all while he held me in his soothing embrace.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..."

***

Hours later, when the sun had long gone and been replaced by stars winking down on us as the darkness blanketed us and we could only see with the light of the moon and a little sconce hung up on the wall, he finally snapped the book shut.

Silence enveloped us in our new position, seeing as restlessness had landed us lying down, with his head resting on my chest, reading to us both as I stroked his soft locks back gently.

The book now long forgotten, he gave me a sidelong glance, cautiously letting his lips graze against my jaw. He pressed there for a lingering moment or two, testing the waters, awaiting on my reaction.

All I could do was smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his mop of soft hair, eliciting a warm chuckle from him.

"You got anything tomorrow?" his voice cut through the silence suddenly.

Shaking my head no, I just rubbed his arms as I held him tighter, "No. Nothing important."

"Then let's sleep out here, love."

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Can you do a zb1 reactions to their idol crush looking rlly good at a a year end award show, and their reaction when their crush first walks past with their group in the seating area.

ZB1 Reaction to Their Idol Crush Looking Stunning at a Year-End Award Show

Jiwoong

He prides himself on being composed, but the moment you walk past, looking that good, his cool facade almost falters. His lips part slightly before he catches himself, straightening his posture and adjusting his suit like he wasn’t just lowkey stunned. He keeps his expression neutral, but his eyes subtly follow you as you pass by. The members notice immediately. "Hyung, you good?" Gyuvin smirks, nudging him. Jiwoong just scoffs, rolling his shoulders like it’s no big deal. "Yeah, of course." But the way he clears his throat and shifts in his seat says otherwise. If you so much as make eye contact with him, his fingers tap lightly against his knee—his only tell that you’ve thrown him off his game. And when the camera pans to him? He sits perfectly still, pretending he’s unaffected, but fans will definitely catch the slight clench of his jaw and the way he exhales a little deeper than usual.

Hao

He’s normally composed, but when you glide past, looking effortlessly elegant, he subtly clears his throat and adjusts his posture. He tries to play it cool, but his eyes unconsciously follow you, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee. The other members notice the way he’s suspiciously quiet and smirk at him. He just exhales through his nose and mutters, "I didn't expect them to look that good tonight."

Hanbin

He’s the definition of polite admiration. The moment you walk past, he sits up a little straighter, eyes widening slightly before quickly schooling his expression. But the sparkle in his gaze betrays him. He subtly nudges the member next to him and murmurs, "They look really good tonight, huh?" with a small, approving nod. He’s careful not to be too obvious, but his lingering gaze as you take your seat says enough.

Matthew

His reaction is immediate—his eyes widen, and his lips part slightly. He doesn’t even realize he’s staring until one of the members nudges him with a smirk. He laughs it off, rubbing the back of his neck, but he still sneaks glances at you every few minutes. When you finally sit down, he exhales and mutters, "That was dangerous."

Ricky

Mr. Confident until he isn’t. He’s usually chill, but when he sees you, his eyebrows raise slightly, and he tilts his head like he’s analyzing your look. He subtly shifts in his seat and leans back, pretending to be unbothered. But when you make brief eye contact while passing by, he smirks slightly before turning away as if he’s totally unaffected—except the tips of his ears are definitely a little red.

Gyuvin

He has zero control over his reactions. The second he sees you, his jaw literally drops before he catches himself and slaps a hand over his mouth. He then turns to the members with wide eyes, whispering dramatically, "Are they real? Is this a dream? I need a moment." He spends the next five minutes trying (and failing) to act normal whenever the cameras are on him.

Taerae

He’s all smiles the second he spots you. He nudges the member next to him and just grins. "They look amazing, right?" His admiration is clear, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. He might even lean forward slightly when you walk past, eyes practically sparkling with admiration. He’s the type to clap a little too enthusiastically when your group performs.

Gunwook

He tries to act nonchalant, but the moment you walk past, his expression flickers between awe and nervousness. His arms tense slightly, and he looks away for a second before sneaking another glance. "Wow…" he mutters under his breath. The members definitely tease him when they notice how focused he suddenly is on wherever you’re sitting.

Yujin

He’s the youngest, but he’s still got game—or so he thinks. The moment he sees you, his confidence flickers, and he stares for a second too long before pretending he wasn’t looking. He bites his lip, trying to suppress a smile, but the other members notice immediately. "Yujin-ah, close your mouth," Gunwook teases, making him cover his face in embarrassment.

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Boyfriend A.C.E during your cycle

Pairing: A.C.E x reader

Genre: comfort (?), headcanons

Warnings: talks about periods, crying over cramps, cramping, food

Note: reader's gender isn't specified but as the title implies this is for people who experience periods. This was finished before the name change announcement, but was edited for said change. I've intentionally left beginning Jiham's section using both names to lessen any possible confusion; but other than that I've hopefully changed it all to the new preferred name.

Jun

jun's learned the signs that your period is coming up

it took him a little while but he knows now

your libido increasing means your menstrual cycle follows not long after

jun is 10x more caring than usual

taking over majority of your chores

along with any that you shared

he pushes you to rest at home

jun prepares fruits and teas for you

after walking in on you crying from cramps

he looked up foods that could help

in fact jun did a lot of research after that moment

so he's also making sure that you drink enough water

your favorite activity that he found in his research is the late night walks

neither of you talk during them

instead taking it as a moment to clear your minds

and calm yourselves after doing everything needed to be done that day

Jiham (Donghun)

another member that would know

the two of you track it together

you know those fridge magnets showing the phases

yeah, y'all use that

jiham is lowkey more on top of it than you are

but it's not in obsessive way

it's actually super sweet

he prepares everything that you could need/want

Jiham gets you a variety of snacks

both sweet & salty ones as he's learned

he also got you hot/cold water packs and heating patches

even got one of those portable heating pads for you

basically there stands no chance for cramps/back pain when jiham is taking care of you

you pay him back in kisses & cuddles

Wow

you know that saying: mom's magic hands

that's basically it but with Wow

so there's lots of cuddling on your period

with him as the big spoon

holding your stomach to help with the cramping

kind of how like pregnant people lift & hold their bellies up

i do this

and it works wonders when i'm cramping y'all

anyways~ back to it

wow is all about trying to lessen the pain of your period

back massages!!

he works out all any knots that you've got

but tbh he doesn't even need to do anything special

just him rubbing his hands over the area makes you feel better

Byeongkwan

i think byeongkwan would be very pampering during it all

preparing warm bubble baths

and doing your skin care routine as you sit on the counter

byeongkwan places loads of kisses once he's finished

relishing in the sound of your giggles

he's also very reassuring

letting you know how beautiful he finds you

telling you that the acne flare-ups, bloating, & weight changes don't matter to him

you guys love watching dramas with your face masks on

it might seem basic to other people

but it's your favorite activity to do with byeongkwan

you just enjoy being able to spend time with your boyfriend

Chan

chan is another member who can tell that your period is coming up

he can tell in the little things when you tell him about your day

about how you're feeling tired but cant sleep

plus the headaches you're experiencing more often

as your period approaches closer

you begin feeling more depressed

something that chan has learned to understand as he's dated you

chan brings small joys back home with

to put a smile on your face despite how shitty you feel

like some food you've been craving

or a drink that you mentioned wanting recently

some other times it'll be an item that chan saw you eyeing

and other times, it's something even more simple

like joining you on the couch as you nap

surprising you with his sleeping face

and a blanket draped over the two of you when you wake up again

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you won’t be alone (i’ll carry you home)

song mingi x reader

synposis: mingi has been noticing for some time now that you’re not happy, and he aches to help you

genres: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader is sad, mental health struggles, crying, panic attack, friends to lovers but it’s not a focus, reader bottles up their emotions, gender neutral reader

notes: this was a ”request” by @itsimaginetime about a scenario near and dear to her heart. she wrote her own version which can be found here and i highly suggest you read! i’m honestly very disappointed in my own version and considered scrapping this but i love mingi </3

word count: 5,2k

Mingi doesn’t really know when it begins, when exactly the world turns and you’re suddenly not exactly you anymore. He just knows that it happens somewhere along the line and he can’t pinpoint where, can’t look in the rearview mirror and spot all the signs in retrospect. It wouldn’t do any good now either way, not when he’s driven past all the stops and detours, things have already taken their course and all he knows is that it doesn’t feel good.

Mingi has never been alarmist, especially not when it comes to you. You, whom he’s known for years - you, whom Mingi knows to be so resilient. Mingi has shown up wild and wired on your doorstep enough times to know that you are strong, capable of welcoming him with an open heart and letting him cry it out in your arms. Mingi has found himself plunged in darkness ample times to know that you’re able to pull him up, bear him on your shoulders and trudge on forward as if it’s nothing. As if the pushing weight of Mingi and all his problems, his sadness and all his worries, all of it is nothing to you, you carry him with ease. You’ve let him in so many times, let him rely on you and cry on your shoulder, you’ve loved him for so long and taken care of him for even longer.

So, Mingi isn’t an alarmist. But he worries. He’s a worrier by nature, stupidly able to overthink absolutely anything and everything. But this is different. You are different, everything about you is unlike anything Mingi has ever seen, remarkably and decidedly different from anything he’s read about or watched on TV. When he starts noticing the abrupt shift of your habitually unmitigated personality, that you’re wallowed in that same darkness he recognizes so well, Mingi worries.

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three am | csc, hjs

Pairing: Seungcheol x GNReader (afab) x Joshua

Genre: smut, angst, porn with the barest of plot, non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, unexpected voyeurism, threesome, grinding, dirty talk, oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex (protected), joshua and coups are lowkey sweethearts and highkey horny opportunists, jeonghan is still an asshole

Word Count: 3.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: It’s three am and your ex is nowhere to be found. But his two roommates are there for you.

A/N: Soooo... I wasn't planning on writing a sequel to two am but then someone commented "im begging a pt 2 where she sleeps with cheol or shua or both to fuck with jeonghan" and I blinked and this happened. See how powerful commenting can be??

Although this is technically a sequel, this story can be read as a standalone fic - all you need to know is that Jeonghan is reader's toxic ex, and Joshua and Seungcheol are his roommates.

Unbeta’d as usual. If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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This is a bad idea.

You knock hard on the door in front of you, as if the motion could knock the words out of your head, too. They’ve been on repeat since you arrived at the building where your ex lives. Kept you company in the elevator. But despite how loud they are, you’re not listening. 

Instead, you’re straining your ears for any sign of life inside the apartment. You’re about to knock again when you hear footsteps. 

They stop, and you hold your breath, waiting. 

The door opens. 

“YN?” It’s Joshua, peering at you from a crack in the doorway. His soft eyes are full of confusion at the sight of you at his door at midnight.  

“Hey Shua,” you smile, calling him by the nickname you used to use, back when you practically lived here as Jeonghan’s girlfriend. “Can I come in?” 

“Uh, sure.” The door closes and reopens as Joshua removes the chain. He steps back to allow you to slip past him. “But, um, ‘Han’s not here?”

“Oh.” You pause, then fish your phone out of your pocket. “But he told me he’d be home by midnight?”

Joshua shrugs, shuffling away from the door. “I dunno when he’ll be back. You can wait here if you want.” He slumps onto the couch, then gestures to the open half. “I’m just watching a movie.” 

You feel his eyes on you as you settle into the saggy cushions. If you looked at him right now, you know he’d be gazing at you with open pity. It’s the same look he gives you whenever he catches you sneaking out of Jeonghan’s bedroom. 

The movie isn’t very interesting, so you scroll through your phone as you wait, trying to be patient. You hate waiting, but this is going to be worth it. 

About 10 minutes later, though, you’re getting antsy. You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, can I get something to drink?”

Joshua’s latent host instincts stumble clumsily to life. “Oh yeah, right, what do you want?”

He shuffles off to the kitchen without waiting for an answer, so you hop up to follow. He pours some Jack Daniels into his glass before adding a little cola, then gestures to a second glass he’s produced from the cupboard. “Whiskey, soda, water, that’s pretty much all we have right now.” 

“Uh, I’ll take the same as you.” You tap your fingers on the counter. “So, uh, how’ve you been?” 

Joshua shrugs. “Same as always, nothing new. I guess I can’t complain but I’d kinda like to.” He grins and hands you your drink, then taps his against yours. “Geonbae.” 

“What are we drinking to?” Seungcheol’s voice is deep and grumbly as he enters the kitchen. Jeonghan’s other roommate was obviously sleeping based not only on his timbre but also the physical state of him - shorts and hoodie rumpled, fluffy dark hair flying in different directions, eyes barely open. At least, until he realizes who you are, at which point they widen. “Oh, shit, hey, YN. I didn’t know… who was here.” 

“Hey Cheollie.” You flash the other man a friendly smile. You’ve always liked Jeonghan’s roommates. They both seem so nice, if a little bro-y. Hard to understand how they’re friends with Jeonghan sometimes. But then again, you once thought he was the sweetest man on the planet, so maybe your judge of character is a bit shit.

One thing you are empirically certain of, though, is that both of Jeonghan’s roommates are so, so fine. Joshua has a lithe frame thanks to his skateboarding while Seungcheol’s got a boxer’s build due to the many hours he spends in the gym. And they both have face cards that have never once in their lives declined.

“We’re drinking to the status quo,” Joshua informs his roommate, sliding him the bottle of Jack. Seungcheol hums, already recovering from the surprise of seeing you. He knows you’re still fucking Jeonghan. It’s just that usually when you’re here, they never actually see you.

Seongcheol lifts his cup. “Keeping it or fucking it up?” 

“Keeping.” Joshua’s eyes flicker to you. Seungcheol nods. 

You take a sip of your drink. The atmosphere in the kitchen is awkward now, both of the men exchanging glances that clearly telegraph that it’s because of you. Part of you wants to flee - but you need to wait it out, if you’re going to get what you want. 

And fuck do you want it. 

Joshua slinks back to the couch. Relieved for a break in the tension, you do the same. Seungcheol drops into the armchair, legs spreading, sculpted thighs catching your eye, before you avert your gaze, reaching for your phone again.

By the time the credits start to roll on the movie you’re thinking it’s time to give up. You finish your drink, setting it on the coffee table before standing. “I’m just gonna…” With that, you head for the exit. “Thanks for the drink.” 

“See ya,” Joshua’s voice floats past you into the hallway as you close the door. It hangs around just as long as you do before disappearing towards the elevator. 

It’s Seungcheol who greets you the next week. He gives you a once-over before letting you in without a word. Vacates the apartment not long after you arrive. Joshua is on the couch again. Remembers to offer you a drink before ignoring you for a solid twenty minutes, after which you leave. 

The third time you show up, Joshua is back at the door. Tonight the surprise in his gaze has been replaced with a knowing, and familiar, look. 

“He’s not here. What did he tell you this time?” 

“Uh…” Caught off guard, you blink rapidly. “He said he’d meet me at midnight again.” You’re a little earlier than you meant to be, too eager to make yourself sit at home much longer. It’s a sickness, really. 

“Uh-huh. And yet, he’s not here again.” He tilts his head, waiting for you to arrive at whatever unspoken conclusion he’s reached.

“Just let them in, man.” Seungcheol raises his head on the couch, giving you a once-over before lying back down. “Don’t get in their business.” 

“Relax, I was going to ask them in.” Joshua rolls his eyes at his roommate as you slip past him towards the empty armchair. “You want a drink?”

He gives you a noticeably stronger pour this week, the alcohol stinging your throat with the first sip. Must be his way of sympathizing. You’re grateful to Seungcheol for shutting down Joshua’s burgeoning interrogation earlier. You don’t require their judgment. You know exactly what you’re doing. 

Which is why you nurse slowly at your cocktail. Both men are on their phones while a baseball game plays on the television. You’re content to scroll on your own phone, listening mindlessly to the sound of the announcing droning in the background. 

Joshua clears his throat. “You know you’re wasting your time, right.”

It’s not a question. 

“Josh…” Seungcheol intones warningly.

“I’m just saying!” Joshua turns so he’s facing you “There’s no reason to sit here and pretend we’re not thinking it.” 

“I’m not thinking it,” his roommate responds, not bothering to look up from his phone as he talks. “You’re the one thinking it. Knock it off.” 

“Hey, if you want to pretend this isn’t weird, fine. But I’m not. I’m calling what I see, and - “

“Dude you’re making it so weird just by pointing it out! If you’d - “

“Guys.” 

They stop arguing and look at you. It’s a little dizzying, honestly, having their combined full attention on you for the first time. 

“I’m not stupid. I know he’s out with someone else.” You hold out your phone, showing the latest post from Jeonghan. As if they weren’t just looking at it on their own screens. 

“He ghosted you. Again.” 

You sigh at Joshua’s declaration. He only presses on. 

“If you hadn’t seen that photo, how long would you have kept waiting? Another fifteen minutes? Half an hour?”

“Damn, what do you want from them?” Seungcheol finally sits up, giving his roommate a look. He’s imposing without even trying to be, his frame towering over Joshua’s as he sits on the floor. 

Joshua doesn’t back down, not concerned in the least. “I want to know what they want!” He suddenly gets up, taking a seat on the corner of the couch next to your armchair. You quirk an eyebrow at him when he takes your hand, holding it gently between his. “YN. What is it you really want?” 

“What is - what are you doing?” You wiggle your hand free from his grip. His concern is somehow touching and condescending at the same time. 

“I’m asking you an honest question. I don’t get it.” Joshua snorts. “There’s no way Jeonghan’s dick is that amazing. Why do you keep coming back when he treats you like shit?” 

You have no answer for that, because you don’t understand it yourself. Why can’t you stay away? 

“YN, you don’t have to answer that.” Seungcheol scoots down the couch so he’s closer to you, close enough for you to breathe in the spicy warmth of his cologne. “But look, I agree with Joshua on one thing. Jeonghan’s being a total asshole to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“Right,” you laugh, sarcasm slipping into your tone, “I forgot. You think I’d remember that by now, given how many times I hear it.” Or at least you used to, back before your friends gave up on convincing you of the truth of that statement. 

Seungcheol examines you with a quiet intensity that makes your heart jump in your chest. “I’m serious,” he finally says. “Always thought you were too good for him.”

Joshua doesn’t give you the time necessary to unpack that weight before he’s adding to it. “Me too.”

“You both… that’s - that’s sweet of you to say.” You draw in a deep breath. “But I don’t need your pity. I don’t want it.”

Joshua shakes his head. “It’s not pity, it’s…” he trails off, shoulders lifting helplessly. “I don’t know. It makes me mad. Why is he out there when he’s got you waiting for him here? Doesn’t he know any other guy would kill to have you show up at their door?!”

His eyes are wide and honest as he speaks, but there’s something else burning there, something that makes your stomach swoop. It’s in Seungcheol’s gaze too as he nods along in agreement with his friend’s words.

“Okay…” you glance away, giggling nervously.

“No, don’t do that,” Joshua says, straightening up, tone serious. “Don’t laugh me off.”

There’s a palpable shift in the mood of the room. An air of frustration tinges everything being said. It makes you squirm a little, and you can tell the other two are feeling it too as Joshua continues.

“You don’t need him. You never did, but you especially don’t now.” He pauses. “And also… ah, fuck, nevermind.”

You feel like you’ve been hanging on his every word. He can’t stop now. “What?”

“I was gonna - I was gonna say - “ Joshua’s gaze lingers on his roommate for a moment. “Fuck, it’s gonna be more awkward now, but - oh, fuck it.” His eyes meet yours again. “If you’re here to get fucked, that can still happen.”

You think you hear Seungcheol curse under his breath, but you can’t break eye contact with Joshua right now. There’s an unusual ferocity in his expression that has your breath hitching in your chest.

After a quiet moment, you speak. “You’re saying…” Seungcheol doesn’t react as your gaze bounces to him, then back to Joshua. “You wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah.”

Again you can't stop yourself from looking at Seungcheol. Of the two, he’s always been the more difficult one to read. Now is no exception. You’d love to know what’s going on behind those dark eyes of his. All you’ve got to go on is the slight furrowing of his brow. Does he think Joshua’s out of line? 

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

Joshua shrugs. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just letting you know, I’m more than happy to give you what you came here for.”

“I never said that was why I’m here.”

“YN. Come on. We all know.”

“I’m down too.”

Seungcheol chuckles as you and Joshua snap your heads to look at him.

“What? I’m just letting you know, too.”

Joshua mumbles something that ends in “hypocrite,” and gives his roommate a challenging stare. It feels like someone kicked the dial up on the tension in the room. You nibble thoughtfully on your bottom lip, practically tasting it, lit up with a new energy. 

“So you… both… wanna fuck me.”

The longer your sentence lingers out there, the quicker your heart beats. But you’re not about to speak first.

Joshua opens his mouth but Seungcheol cuts him off mid-inhale. “It’ll only be weird if you make it weird.”

It’s not weird. It’s the most you’ve been turned on in ages, sitting with your back to Seungcheol’s chest, both of your legs spread so Joshua can lie between them and eat you out as he’d so kindly offered. That sweet smile of his turns cocky as he easily mouth fucks you into an orgasm, your clit fluttering fast as a hummingbird’s wings. 

There’s only the briefest of discussions about who you want to fuck you first. You’re thinking it over - something tells you that Seungcheol is a ride you’ll need to work yourself up to - when says he doesn’t mind watching if you want Joshua to go first, and you quickly agree. Joshua’s not about to disagree, so you start to shift, to move away from Seungcheol, but he stops you with a strong arm around your waist. 

“Stay here,” he murmurs, lips pressing against the side of your neck. “Wanna feel you fall apart.”

Seungcheol’s other hand has found your clit and is circling lightly. It has you lifting your hips shamelessly, openly seeking more pleasure. You whimper Seungcheol’s name with a shudder, then Joshua’s with surprise when his hands wrap around your thighs and push them up into your stomach.

“You don’t have to move, you’re perfect just like this,” Joshua informs you, and the hunger in his eyes makes you clench in anticipation. “Absolutely perfect.” 

The head of his cock slides into you, just a little, before Joshua pulls back, then thrusts in again. He does this again, and again, going deeper, until your hips are flush. He moves with such gentleness at first, making sure you’re comfortable, that he’s not hurting you in any way. When he knows you’re ready, his hand cups your face, and he kisses you, tongue gliding into your mouth as he slowly strokes into your tight walls. 

“‘Shua!” Somehow his name gets past your tongue and his. You reach for him, fingernails digging into his back, not to hurt, just to hold.

“Just like this,” he groans, the hand on your cheek drifting, pausing at your throat for a moment before brushing over your breast, palm rubbing your nipple roughly enough to elicit a loud whine. “That’s it. Let us hear you, gorgeous.” 

“We hear you with him ,” Seungcheol says, casually confirming what you’ve always known. The rhythmic rolling of your hips into Seungcheol’s groin has your ass rubbing his hard cock. He grips your waist tighter, teeth grazing your earlobe. “I always thought I could make you scream louder.”

“Guess w-we’ll find out,” you stammer, words trembling into breathiness, because it’s hard to talk while Joshua has you bouncing on his cock. Seungcheol hums, placing his thumb under your chin, tilting your face to his for a kiss. 

“Get back here,” Joshua murmurs, raspy voiced and flushed as he nudges his lips into your cheek, knocking Seungcheol away from your mouth. You giggle into Joshua's kiss, while Seungcheol mutters a few low threats against his roommate directly into your ear, all hot breath and low grumbles. A loud creak sounds, and you wonder if Seungcheol’s bed might not be able to handle all this.

Joshua breaks away to glance over your shoulder at Seungcheol. Whatever he sees makes him smirk, and he leans towards you again, lips brushing yours. 

Seungcheol whispers, “Hold on,” and then he slides down the bed until he’s flat on his back. He brings you with him as Joshua straddles his thighs so he can follow, thrusting back into you without a moment’s delay. The swiftness of their movements makes you gasp, has you writhing in desperation against Seungcheol as he spreads your legs, holding them open for Joshua to fuck you harder, faster. You cry with every snap of his hips until it’s practically one long wail. 

“Let it all out, gorgeous,” Joshua urges as he stares down at you from beneath sweaty bangs. He dips his thumb past your parted lips into your mouth, and you instinctively flick your tongue over it before he drags it down to your clit. “Let us hear that sweet voice.” 

“Yeah,” Seungcheol huffs, humping wildly against your ass, his hands so hot on your thighs, keeping your knees spread open like butterfly wings. “Don’t be shy now.” 

You’re not shy at all, sandwiched tightly between the two men, sobbing both their names as your wave crests. Joshua grunts and then he stills as he fills the condom he wears. There’s no sound from Seungcheol, no sudden movements or wetness on your back that lead you to believe he’s also climaxed, and this is confirmed when Joshua finally pulls out and you have the space to move. 

“I said I didn’t mind waiting,” Seungcheol informs you as you eye his big cock again, noting how darkened it is, precum dripping down the shaft. You’re not quite sure you believe him, but it doesn’t matter. Whether or not it’s about to blow, you’re getting on that rocket. 

But before you attempt that challenge - 

“I think I need some water.” 

Joshua merely hums. He’s flopped onto his back, and you can’t tell from this angle if his eyes are even open. 

Seungcheol starts to rise. “I can grab you a b-”

“No, that’s okay,” you cut him off, placing your hands on his shoulders to pull him back to the bed. “I should, um, pee, too. Before we…” 

Seungcheol hesitates, glancing at Joshua, and they exchange a mysterious look before he nods, returning to his spot on the bed. It’s a little chilly, so you grab Joshua’s hoodie and Seungcheol’s shorts and throw them on before darting out into the hallway and into the bathroom. 

You down a glass of water at the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looks proud. It only took three attempts but you did it. In retrospect, it was surprisingly easy to manipulate your ex’s roommates into a threesome. You just had to play up your patheticness - maybe you should feel a little insulted that the guys bought it so easily, but who cares, it worked. All you need now is a photo or video, to send to Jeonghan the next time he texts. Then your plan will be complete.

Your hand is on Joshua’s door knob when you hear a loud creak. Jeonghan’s door opens.

“I thought I heard your voice.” 

You jump, glaring at your ex. “Fuck, you scared me!” 

“Having fun in there? Sounded like you were.” 

Vaguely, you remember the loud noise you’d heard earlier while you were with Joshua and Seungcheol. That must’ve been Jeonghan getting home. 

Jeonghan leans against his door frame, arms crossing while he takes in your outfit, recognition sweeping over his face. Anger simmers in your gut, stoked by the annoyance you feel at him for scaring you. 

There goes your plan. Although, maybe this will be more fun….

“Yes, I was,” you reply with a grin. Jeonghan scowls, turning away. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.” 

He laughs sourly, pushing himself off the wall to crowd into your space, blocking Joshua’s door. “You tell yourself that, baby.” He brushes his finger along your cheek, and you shudder. “But it is my business. Because you’ll always be mine.” 

It’s sick, how you want to agree, his sultry voice hypnotizing you like it always does. He drops his hand to your hip, pulling you to him as he kisses you. His lips demand that you yield to him. But not this time. This time, you’re going to resist. 

“I haven’t been yours for a long time, Jeonghan. I just haven’t acted like it.” With two hands on his chest, you push Jeonghan away, 

“Oh, right, but you are now?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fucking my roommates to prove the point?” 

You shrug. “Did it work?” 

“It’s gonna take more than that to hurt me, baby,” he huffs, but when his eyes meet yours, you catch a brief glimpse of uncertainty beneath the smug expression he wears. 

That’s all you need - that tiny moment of doubt. You’ve got him right where you want him. You step into Jeonghan’s embrace again and kiss him gently. It surprises him, shakes his composure a little, and you slip past him, reaching for Joshua’s door with a sweet smile.

“If you insist.” 

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[6:41pm] mingi x gender neutral reader! fluff, wc: 1.1k

tags : fashion student mingi, supportive reader, stressed out mingi

rating: for all!

A little stressed Mingi plopped down next to you. His posture was slathered, and the peaks of his eyes came down to his cheeks. The usual wide mouthed, Mingi was gone, and you were faced with his strained self.

“What’s wrong?” your arms crawled over to his shoulder and your shoulder moved upwards for his head to rest on it. He came down slowly to you, giving you all of his side body.  

He gave out a tiny little sigh. Something he usually did when he just felt tired but this one felt a little misplaced since it didn’t come with some sarcastic joke or context.

“I’m just tired.” he finally let out. You knew he was lying because when he was tired, he gave out a long-lasting monologue about what made him this tired. Usually, it was the assignments that he had or the exams he had to start studying for.  

But before you thought of just excusing his tiredness and finding that it wasn’t the sole reason for his dwindling, you squeezed him harder to your chest and asked, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I’m just stressed”. Mingi rubbed his eyes with his long fingers, maybe brushing away the tears the formed between them.  

“Stressed about what? You can tell me”. Mingi’s response was later than usual. He usually had quick answers that you always called his stream of consciousness but today he felt hesitant which of course, you understood.  

The couch slightly shifted as Mingi slowly removed himself from your embrace and sat up straight with his back towards the sofa’s arm. Your body replicated him and your back straightened out to the other side as well. The two of you were on the sofa, sitting up straight, looking up at each other, well actually, you were only looking up at him while Mingi was looking slightly downwards trying to capture what he should say.  

You felt as if he was going to say something serious because Mingi was casual with his words and by the time he began sitting up straight, gave you a different energy to the atmosphere.  

“I just feel stressed out these days because of my major”. His eyes would not look away from your flattened hands.  

“Why, what’s going on about it?”  

“I don’t know… I just see people get internships and jobs because of their major and I feel like I can’t get one. And that makes me worried about later. Like what if I can’t get a job after this?”

You’ve never heard of these worrying thoughts from someone like him. Mingi was usually optimistic about everything. Although he did think things worked out for the better, he did have times of doubt, but he overcame them with a little bit of confidence that was powered by you and his friends. He also had very direct, conforming thoughts as well and usually never hinted at any emotional imbalance. But today he was being vulnerable with you, and you loved that. You just wanted him to know that it’s okay. That everything would be alright and being upset was perfectly fine too.  

You grabbed Mingi’s hands. His long fingers rested in yours as you took his hands like a bride. “I promise that there’s no way you won’t get a job. Mingi, look how talented you are. You’re literally the most talented fashion designer I’ve met, and you know I’ve met a few in my life.”

His concern was real. At your university, the opportunities for fashion design majors were very limited. The program was only created a few years ago and a lot of the work was for the students to make and do. But you believed Mingi was special. He was exceptionally intellectual with his designs and creativity and lots of people inside your circle often appreciated and recognized him.  

“Mingi,” you said, “Just because your major doesn’t offer the same opportunities as other majors, doesn’t mean you won’t be as successful as they are. The opportunity will come find you because you are exceptional.”  

“Really?” he asked innocently. Mingi, with his hands still in yours, took them towards him and cupped himself with your hands to his cheeks.  

Your hands were on his face, with his hands right below yours, supporting them. He looked upwardly at you as he used your hands to caress his own face. “Do you really think that?”  

“Of course, I do. And besides,” you said as you lifted his face with your hands towards your eye level so that you guys would be sharing the same air, “It doesn’t matter if you end up in with a job or not. It doesn’t matter if you aren’t as successful as them because no one will look at you differently. No one will be disappointed or feel sad for you because what you’re doing is enough.”  

Mingi’s eyes wavered in between lengths of unable to contain his feelings to letting it all go. Your controlled thumbs moved up and down his cheeks, giving him a signal; that it’s okay to cry. He didn’t let go of your caressing hands. He stationed them there like train tracks because he wanted to feel the embrace and the emotions, he was allowed to express with them.  

He gave out a small ‘thanks’ after hearing your affirmations. You understood that what you said and what you made him feel would take some time for him to process and that he was actually doing a lot by replying with a thank you for you.  

You pushed him to your side again and brought yourself to the front side of his body, laying yourself down on the couch with him. You embraced him, letting his head rest on your chest crumpling his hair. You gave him a moment to breathe, to think, and to feel. The two of you didn’t say a thing but it felt like you guys were saying everything to each other.  

With your embrace, you wanted him to know he was special, he was amazing, and so talented. And with his acceptance of your embrace, and gradual relinquish towards your chest, he was expressing his appreciation with his slightly concerned self.  

You released him slightly out of your embrace and the two of you caught up to each other’s air, facing one another.  

Mingi brought your hands up again with his and coupled his face. He smiled, “I like it when you do this”. You held your hands still for him, letting him rest his face on your hands. He rubbed against your hand as if they were fresh sheets and poised his nose towards you.  

“I like it when you tell me how you’re feeling” you answered him back.  

“I like it when you know exactly what to say” he replied, looking up towards you.  

“I like you. I like you a lot.” you said.  

“Me too.”  

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The Purrfect Crime | HJS

Pairing: Joshua x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, angst (tiny bit?), crack , non-idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: neighbor is implied to be a horrible pet owner but i promise there is no abuse here, catnapping, they're idiots and they're in love, so much pining, that trope where you have to kiss someone in order to fool someone else, apparently it's called a fake-out make-out thanks true tropes wiki, i don't even know where this sudden need to write a soft joshua came from but enjoy

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Fed up with the way your neighbor is keeping your friend/his ex's cat just to spite him, you hatch a plan to rescue the poor creature. Naturally, your best friend (and crush) Joshua is in for the mission.

Text Prompt: in italicized pink font in the story

A/N: It took me a while to find a text prompt for Joshua, but as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was his. Thank you to @minttangerines and @kiestrokes for taking a look at this one and reminding me that variety is good.

If you like this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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“Rrrrrow. Mmmmrowwwrrr.” 

“Oh, not again,” you mutter to yourself, rising from your couch to trudge to your back door. It’s starting early tonight.

You can barely see into the yard next door, but you spy a fluffy grey and white tail bobbing around. There he is. Your neighbor’s cat, yowling to be let inside, like always he does. The pitiful creature lets out another cry, and your heart twists. You know from years of living here that the jerk next door won’t be home for a while, so poor kitty is stuck outside in the rapidly cooling autumn air. Probably hungry for his dinner.

Well, you’ve had about enough of this. As you stand there, watching the cat’s tail swish in the air, the barest puff of an idea sneaks into your head. Before you can stop it, it blooms into a full-tilt plan. 

You’re already in motion when your phone buzzes with a text. Normally, you’d ignore it, but it’s your favorite person on the planet. 

Shua: whatcha doin

You: stealing my neighbor’s cat

Even though your best friend is famously down for any sort of drama, his response is so ridiculously fast that it makes you smile. 

Shua: scandalous

Shua: can I help

You send him a brief description of your plan, and he shoots back that he’s already on his way.

There’s a knock on your day exactly twenty minutes later, proof that he wasn’t lying. When you open the door, Joshua takes one look at you and points, nodding. “Yes, good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” 

He’s referring to the fact that you’re both dressed completely in black, head to toe. The only difference between you is that he’s got a cute beanie shoved over his hair, a few strands hanging down in his eyes as he smiles at you. 

“I worried maybe I was taking this too seriously.” 

“Oh, no, this is very serious,” you inform him, leading him through your townhouse to the back door. “I’m really about to rescue Mr. Meepers from that asshole.” 

“Hell yeah, you a- wait, did you say Mr. Meepers?”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I know,” you laugh. 

Junhui, your horrible neighbor’s amazing ex-boyfriend, might not be the best when it comes to naming pets, but he’s a very sweet guy. While he and Mr. Asshole Next Door adopted the cat together, it was always very clear that he was Jun’s cat, and Jun’s cat alone. It breaks your heart to know that Mr. Meepers is being kept hostage solely for the purpose of punishing Jun for leaving that asshole.  

“He’s such a cute kitty, though, so friendly and playful, and Junhui’s really upset that he can’t get him back. That asshole won’t return his texts anymore. And the one time Jun showed up, he wouldn’t even answer the door.”

You pause to look out the window. Your yard and the one adjoining to the left are clear - or, at least as much as you can see over the fence seems empty.

“It’s bad enough that he won’t give Jun his pet back, but I know this jerk doesn’t take good care of him. He’s always locking him out in the yard. Doesn’t matter the time of day - I hear him out there all the time, crying and clawing at the patio door.” You frown. “Doesn’t matter what the weather’s doing and he doesn’t leave any water out for him, either. Just throws him outside and locks the door.”

As you ramble on, Joshua’s expression darkens. “I knew your neighbor was an asshole, but damn. That’s fucking cold.” He tips his head as another mournful “mrrrrooowww” sounds. “Is that him?” 

“Uh-huh.”

“He sounds so sad. How can that guy not care?”

“I dunno. Guess it’s easy to ignore innocent animals when you don’t have a heart.” You square your shoulders, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. “Thanks to that loud-ass engine on his piece of shit car, I know when that asshole gets off work. He always stops at a bar on Friday nights, so he’ll be home later than usual, but we don’t have a lot of time to do this. Might not be a great idea to do it now, but…”

“But Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to suffer any longer. I get it.” Joshua squeezes your arm, bolstering you a little with his comforting touch. You smile at him gratefully, and he grins back before clearing his throat and turning to the window. “So. We’re gonna go out there and get him.”

“Right.” 

“Right. So… how exactly are we gonna do that?” 

“With some loose fence planks and these.” You reach into the pouch of your hoodie and pull out a small crinkled bag. “Mr. Meepers loves tuna treats. I toss them over the fence whenever I see him out there.” 

“Of course you do,” Joshua hums, shaking his head. He loves to tease you about how soft-hearted you can be, but you’d argue he’s just as gentle and kind as you are. He simply hides it better - except when he’s around you. You’ve yet to figure out if it’s intentional or if your friendship is the chip in his armor, allowing you to see through to the real him. 

“Well, Mr. Meepers doesn’t deserve to sit out there all hungry because that jerk doesn’t actually want him. All he wants is to hurt Jun.” There’s no real need to explain yourself, but you do it anyway. Joshua’s hand brushes your arm again and you inhale a calming breath. “Okay. Time’s not stopping, so let’s do this. Are you ready?” 

Joshua gives you a nod. “Let’s go.” 

Leaving your back door open a crack, in case you need to make a hasty retreat, the two of you set out on your mission. 

Your neighborhood is typically pretty quiet this time of evening. There’s the sound of kids playing in their yard a few doors down, and the usual buzz of traffic on the main road two blocks over, but nothing loud enough to cover your footsteps as you crunch through the grass and fallen leaves lining the fence that separates your yard from your neighbor’s. The moon is already out, and a few stars dot the sky, but you still need the flashlights on your phones to give you enough light to keep from tripping over anything in your path.

Joshua insists on being the one to try to pry the boards off the fence. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to pull a few away, a fact that makes him cluck his tongue. “This is so unsafe, YN. Your landlord needs to fix this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” You’ve got a whole list of breaking or broken items for the landlord to repair. It’s the effort - and, especially, the time - that it takes to call and wait around for him to show up that you don’t have. “I’ll get around to calling him someday.” 

“I’m being serious,” Joshua insists, the concerned furrow of his brow evident even in the dim glow cast by his phone. “It’s not safe. What if someone gets in this way? Like a burglar? Or - or worse?”

“Well, they’ll have to get into asshole’s yard first to get to mine this way…” The odds of someone breaking into your home via this now person-sized hole in the fence are incredibly low. But you’re not going to argue about it at the moment. Not when you can hear the worry in your friend’s voice. “You’re right. I’ll call him next week. After we’ve made sure Mr. Meepers is safe with Junhui.”

“Good. It’s just… I can’t even think about what I’d do if something happened to you.” 

Joshua’s look of relief is enough to send warmth flooding through your chest, but combined with his words, it has your heart launching into frantic palpitations. Quickly, you duck through the space in the fence, needing to move away from your friend for fear that he might be able to feel the fluttering. You’ve spent the better part of two years hiding your crush on your friend. No need to give yourself away now. 

A bright light suddenly clicks on.

“Crap!” you gasp. In a burst of panic, you dive back towards the gap in the fence, only to find Joshua there. He lets out a surprised cry as you crash into him, knocking him flat on his back, another tiny “oof” forced from his lungs when you land on top of him. “Sorry!”

“What are yommmmph-”

“Shhhh!” 

You press your hand over Joshua’s mouth and glance over your shoulder. Your neighbor’s yard is still, nothing that you can see through the hole moving except for some unkempt bushes swaying in the chilly evening air.

You sigh. “Sorry. I forgot he’s got a motion detector light. I panicked.” 

Joshua hums, the brush of his lips tickling your fingers, and you remove your hand with an embarrassed laugh. Now that your fright has passed, you’re painfully aware of your current position, lying chest to chest, hip to hip on top of your best friend. His arms are locked solidly behind your back, cradling you to him as if he’s still trying to break your fall. 

It’s impossible to turn away when he looks at you, even though your heart is twisting itself into knots, so filled with longing that it’s tying you up inside. The longer you gaze into his eyes, the more your heart aches. 

Completely unaware of the inner turmoil you’re currently facing, Joshua grins. “Next time we steal someone’s pet in an act of righteous retribution, maybe I’ll be the one to gather the important intel first. Like motion lights.” He laughs, and you can feel it through your chest against his. Your heart twists again. “You can be the muscle, with a tackle like that.” 

“Shut up,” you groan, trying to gracefully slide onto the grass beside him, without success.  “I didn’t hit you that hard.” 

“I don’t know, I think I’m gonna be feeling that tomorrow.” He rubs his left shoulder gingerly, but he can’t fool you. You smack his other shoulder and he gives up the bit, laughing. “Fine, fine, you’re not the muscle. But I’m definitely the brains of this team.” 

“Pffft. If you’re anything, you’re the face.” 

“The what?” 

“You know. In a heist crew, the face.” You stand up, brushing some dry leaves from your hoodie. “The smooth talker? The one they send in to charm a target. That’s you.” 

“Oh.” Joshua’s eyebrow rises as he considers your words. “Um, thank you?” 

“You’re welcome. It’s a compliment.” 

“Is it?” He cracks a grin when you lightly punch his shoulder again. “Sounds like a weird way to call me manipulative.” 

“Don’t read into it so deep,” you state wryly. “I only meant that you’re, like, a fast thinker. And good at talking to people.” And incredibly charming. Joshua’s had you wrapped around his finger for ages. Thank god he doesn’t seem to know it. If he ever realized his true power over you, he’d be totally insufferable. And you’d still do whatever he wanted.

“Uh-huh. But if it’s all about me being good at talking, then why is it called the ‘face?’” 

He would ask that. 

“Um… most of the time the face is also really good-looking. It helps, y’know, to sell the lie if it’s coming from a pretty face.”

“Pretty?” His fingers fly to the bottom of his beanie again, tugging it down further. A nervous habit of his. 

”Well, yeah,” you say, shrugging. “You are very pretty.” 

You ride the surge of adrenaline in your veins forward and step through the hole into the yard next door before Joshua can react. 

It turns out to be a blessing that your neighbor has a motion light. His backyard is an obstacle course of rusty lawn furniture, neglected plants, and overgrown tufts of weeds. Carefully, you wind your way towards the patio, only to realize that Mr. Meepers is no longer sitting there.

“Mr. Meepers?” you call out in a hushed yell. “Where’d you go?” You must’ve spooked the cat with your wild dive earlier.

“He couldn’t have gotten out of the yard, could he?”

“I don’t know. I always figured he couldn’t or he would’ve run away by now.” Taking the treats out of your pocket, you give the bag a shake. “I brought you some of your favorite num-nums!”

“Your favorite num-nums?” Joshua echoes incredulously. 

“Shut up or I’ll tackle you again,” you mutter, catching his smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Here, Mr. Meepers!” 

You shake the bag of treats again and a bush near the edge of the patio rustles in reply. Mr. Meepers comes striding out, tail flicking happily as he brushes against your outstretched fingers. 

“Mmmrowww,” he chirps.

“Hi buddy,” you reply, scratching his ears lightly. “Here are your num-nums as promised.” Mr. Meepers nibbles on his treats as you stroke your fingers over his soft fur. “This is gonna be the last time I’ll give you these. You wanna know why? Hmm? Because we are busting you out of here and taking you home! Doesn’t that sound good?” 

The cat purrs loudly, nosing at the bag in your hand, and you cave, giving him a few more treats.

“No wonder Junhui’s been so sad. You’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?”

“So cute.” 

The words are whispered breathlessly, so quietly you’re almost not sure you heard them right. You glance up at Joshua, only to find your friend staring at you with a curious look on his face, an expression that you can’t quite name but it makes your pulse jolt regardless. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay when he suddenly straightens up, shaking his head a little.

“We, uh, we should probably not linger here,” he says, fingers clutching at his beanie. 

It almost defies belief how quickly his words jinx the two of you. You’re about to pick up Mr. Meepers when you hear it - the sound of your neighbor’s front door opening.

“Fuck, he’s home!” you hiss. Fast as you can, you scoop Mr. Meepers into your arms, thankful that he trusts you enough not to fight. Joshua holds out his hand to help you up and you stumble clumsily to your feet, apologizing when you bounce off of him. 

“Forget it, just go!” 

Joshua’s fingers lace through yours as the two of you scramble madly towards the hole in the fence. He reaches it first, but doesn’t go through, urging you on, his hands pushing gently on your back the whole time. As soon as you’re clear, he pops through behind you. 

Mr. Meepers chooses that moment to start squirming. He wiggles out of your grip somehow and drops delicately to the ground. For a split second you’re afraid he’s going to bolt through the hole, but instead he darts across your lawn and into your open door.

Before you can follow, you hear the loud creak of your neighbor’s back door opening. You and Joshua both flatten yourselves against the fence, desperate not to be seen. 

“Dinner time, dummy!”

There’s a spike of anger in your anxiety. You really hate your neighbor. He doesn’t wait long for the cat to respond to his call, slamming his screen door shut a few seconds later. 

A few excruciatingly long seconds after that, the light goes out. Everything is quiet again, save for your slight hyperventilating.

You blink a few times. “Oh my god, I thought we wer-”

The screen door next door opens again. 

“Yo, dummy, where are you? It’s time to come in!”

Your neighbor’s head pops up over the fence as he walks out onto his patio.

Joshua grabs the rotten planks and shoves them back into place. In his race to cover up the hole, though, he’s a bit too careless, and pinches his thumb. “Shit!”

You freeze. 

“Mr. Meepers?” the asshole next door calls out. “Stupid cat, what are you getting into?”

You can’t breathe. The threat of being caught now when you’re so close to victory makes your heart skip several beats in fear. Then Joshua’s gaze meets yours, and your heart positively leaps as he springs into action, pressing you against the fence. 

“Just go with it,” he whispers. He doesn’t give you a chance to process his words before he’s cupping your face, and then he leans in and kisses you. It’s a little hasty, a little rushed, like desperation propels him forward. But when his hands drop to your waist, bringing the two of you closer together, you relax into one another. The kisses turn slow, lingering.  

Your eyes slip shut as you breathe him in, citrus and cardamom, his cologne so warm and sweet, just like his kisses. He’s covering your body with his own like he’s shielding you. Protecting you. You could simultaneously shout for joy and cry. 

“What was tha- oh - oh shit, ‘m sorry - “ 

Your neighbor’s voice sputters into silence, and then a few seconds later, the light goes out. Joshua keeps kissing you, arms on either side of your head, but his caresses are more playful now, teasing nudges of his nose against your cheek, tiny pecks on your lips. 

“Joshua.” You speak his name intending to ask what he’s doing, but it comes out like a whine. You’re flustered and Joshua laughs, clearly enjoying it.

“I don’t think he’s looking anymore,” he deadpans, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he cups your face.

“Okay,” you reply, leaning in for another kiss. Joshua’s laughter vibrates against your mouth as you clutch at his hoodie, trying to keep him close. He manages to pull away anyway.

“We should probably get inside before the cat gets out.” 

With that gentle reminder of why you’re out in your yard in the first place, the fog around your head dissipates. You look at your back door and find Mr. Meepers sitting right inside, staring at the two of you. 

“Right.”Joshua’s right, but he also hasn’t let go of you, and that is seriously affecting your ability to think right now. You try to pull yourself together. “Um. Joshua.” 

“Yeah?” 

Countless ideas flit through your brain, the majority of them involving kissing him again. 

“Thank you. For saving us. That was, um. That was good. And, it was…” You’re burning up, the back of your neck heating with a heady mix of desire and embarrassment at how you’re reacting to Joshua’s touch.

“It was what?”

“It was just… really good,” you trail off dumbly in a tiny voice.

He smirks. “Told you I was the brains.” 

You feel slightly sheepish when he laughs again, but you're quickly reassured when he kisses you softly.

“C’mon,” he says, taking your hand again. “Let’s finish your mission and get Mr. Meepers back home. Then maybe I’ll show you what else I’m thinking.”

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[9:37pm] - yunho x gender neutral reader!, fluff, 0.5k

rating: for all!

more tags: yunho w/ a little crush, wishing upon a star, cheesy, "wish for me"

a/n: i was feelin super duper fluffy and wanted to write a romantic cheesy type of thing. (aka this is so not realistic) kinda thought about high school yunho with this :))

A bright shooting star lines between the exact wooden bench you and Yunho are sitting on.

“Look Yunho, a shooting start. Quick! Wish for something!” you shout, gathering your hands together, palms facing out.

Your eyes close immediately and several thousand wishes flow through your mind. You make sure to pick a special one, one that warms your heart in many ways. You wish upon that pretty star.

Yunho does the same. He crosses his fingers over one another, places them under his chin but peers at you before he closes his eyes. So pretty, he thinks. He pretends to wish for something but really, he enjoys his time looking at you.

Yunho closes his eyes before you open yours. His act is secure, and he feels giggly. He feels like he caught a glimpse of your precious smile, your hopeful features, and a kind heart. He smiles. He wishes that you’d be wishing for him. Because all along, he had been too.

He’s not even the type to wish upon stars, yet each time you insist, he finds himself in that same praying position. He notices you get excited to the touch; you gasp in the pretty sky and bring a smile that could cure world hunger.

You open your eyes, look around at the fallen stars and sigh. What a day, you think. You scramble your arms to jab Yunho, to tell him you’re about done wishing.

“There are too many things to wish for. There should be more shooting stars, don’t you think?” you say, eyes deeply focused on the night sky.

Yunho smiles, he peaks his head, pointing at the fallen star, “I think one is plenty.” he supposes.

You blatantly disagree, “One is not plenty. Besides, that means you gotta make that one wish worth everything and that’s too hard for me.”

Yunho hums, "Well then, what did you wish for?”

You ponder, adding the pads of your fingers to your chin, “I don’t know, I couldn’t choose actually.”

Yunho fumbles with his fingers. His head and gaze are still straight. He sees another falling star above you, one that outlines the curves of your nose and your pretty cheeks. He smiles, he grins. And the silence lightly fumbles against your diaphragm upon the night sky.

“Then, I’ll make it easier for you.” he suggests, placing his hands on the wooden sides.

“Next time, wish for me.”

The second shooting star falls. Again, between the bodies of shy lovers, shy souls. It only takes one wish to make it your all and Yunho believes wishing for you from each falling star had gotten him this far. And even with this second one, he wishes for you to be his.

Your head whips around to him. A sting of shock flows through your spine, a high blushing sensation filling your cheeks. You appear frozen like glass, but Yunho seems calm.

“Quick! Wish for something” Yunho says to distract, pointing at the falling star. He closes his eyes first, only to have you staring this time around.

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spin me around —

pairing : bf!taesan x m!reader

summary : taesan invites you to go shopping with him and you guys get matching outfits :]

warnings : established relationship, fluff, crack, banter, featuring jaehyun + woonhak as roommates.

a/n : god... taesan has got me in a chokehold now :o also as of making this taesan is no longer roommates with woonhak and jaehyun and that makes me sad.

queueing : spin me around - the marias, still into you - paramore,

[requested]

— wc : 1.7— not proof read —

you don’t think too much of it when taesan texts you, asking if you want to go shopping with him today. it’s not the first time you’ve gone out together, though it is the first time he’s the one offering. usually, you’re the one convincing him to go out, pulling him away from his guitar or whatever new band he’s fixated on that week.

but today, he asks first.

which means you say yes, obviously.

you stand outside his dorm, shifting on your feet as you wait. when the door finally opens, it’s not taesan... it’s jaehyun. he leans against the doorway, a smirk already in place like he was expecting this.

"well, look who it is," he drawls, arms crossed. "taesan’s boyfriend."

you roll your eyes, used to his antics. "is he ready?"

"oh, he’s ready, alright," jaehyun says, stepping aside so you can see inside.

taesan is sitting on the couch, pretending he doesn’t hear anything, but the tips of his ears are red. woonhak, who’s sitting beside him, nudges him not-so-subtly.

"you sure you’re going out?" woonhak teases. "you never take anyone shopping. not even us."

"shut up," taesan mutters, standing up and brushing invisible dust off his jeans. he looks effortlessly cool, as always. baggy black ripped jeans, a vintage band tee, silver jewelry catching the light. "we’re leaving."

jaehyun grins. "aww, look at him. he’s flustered."

"i’m not flustered," taesan says, clearly flustered.

woonhak elbows him. "make sure to buy your boyfriend something nice."

taesan glares at him before grabbing your wrist and dragging you out, his grip warm but firm. you hear jaehyun and woonhak laughing as the door shuts behind you.

"ignore them," he mutters, still not meeting your eyes.

"i don’t mind," you say, smiling. "they’re not wrong, though. you never ask me to go shopping with you."

taesan exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah, well… i thought it’d be nice. that’s all."

you don’t push him on it, even though your heart flutters a little. instead, you just squeeze his hand and let him lead the way.

the mall is buzzing with life, neon lights reflecting off polished floors, the air filled with the scent of food from the nearby food court. taesan walks beside you, hands stuffed into his pockets, looking as effortlessly cool as ever.

"so what are we looking for?" you ask, peeking at him.

he shrugs. "clothes. maybe some accessories."

"you planning on getting anything specific?"

he hesitates for a moment before glancing at you. "i was thinking… maybe you could get something too."

"me?"

"yeah." he looks away, pretending to be interested in a store display. "something that matches me."

you blink, processing his words.

taesan, who has always been particular about his aesthetic, wants you to match him?

you try to hold back a grin. "so you want us to match?"

he groans, dragging a hand down his face. "don’t make it weird."

"it’s not weird. it’s cute."

"oh my god..."

you laugh, bumping your shoulder against his. "alright, let’s find something."

the first store you step into is one of those alternative fashion boutiques, dim lighting and rock music playing overhead. taesan immediately seems more at home here, flipping through racks of clothing with ease.

you, on the other hand, are a little less familiar with his style. you like how he dresses, obviously, he looks good in everything... but pulling off the same look yourself is a different story.

taesan seems to notice because he pulls out a black graphic tee and holds it up to your chest. "this would look good on you."

"you think so?"

"yeah. here, try this too." he grabs a silver chain necklace, placing it over your palm. "and maybe these rings."

you watch as he gathers more items, fully invested in styling you. it’s endearing, really, seeing him this focused. eventually, he shoves a pile of clothes into your arms and nods towards the fitting rooms.

"try them on."

"yes, sir." you salute playfully before slipping into the fitting room.

as you change, you realize how much this actually means to him. taesan isn’t the type to do things half-heartedly. if he wants you to match his style, it’s because he wants you to be part of his world in some way.

when you step out, taesan is leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. he looks up, and for a moment, he just… stares.

"…well?" you prompt.

he blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "it’s good."

"just good?"

"great. it’s great." he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "you should get it..."

you grin. "you’re so bad at hiding your feelings, you know that?"

"shut up."

but when you catch his reflection in the mirror, you see the small smile playing on his lips.

after picking out a few more pieces (including a matching leather jacket that taesan insists isn’t couple wear, even though it totally is), you both head to the register.

as the cashier rings up your items, taesan pulls out his wallet.

"i got it," he says before you can protest.

"taesan—"

"just let me." he doesn’t look at you, focused on tapping his card against the machine. "i want to."

your heart does that stupid fluttering thing again. you don’t argue. instead, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers.

"thanks," you say softly.

he squeezes your hand in response.

after taesan pays for your clothes, you don’t let go of his hand. instead, you tug him toward another store, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"where are we going?" he asks, though he doesn’t resist.

"you got to dress me up in your style," you say, stopping in front of a streetwear boutique, the kind with oversized hoodies, cargo pants, and chunky sneakers displayed in the windows. "now it’s my turn."

taesan looks at the store, then at you, eyes narrowing slightly. "no."

"yes."

"absolutely not."

"taesan," you say, giving him your best pleading look. "come on, it’s only fair."

he exhales through his nose, like he’s already regretting every decision leading up to this moment. "i don’t wear streetwear."

"it’s not that different from your usual style," you argue. "it’s just… a little less emo, a little more cool boyfriend energy."

"i already have cool boyfriend energy."

"let me prove you could have more."

he glares at you, but there’s no real heat behind it. after a long pause, he mutters, "fine. one outfit."

you grin, dragging him inside before he can change his mind.

picking out clothes for taesan is fun—mostly because he’s so reluctant about it.

"try this," you say, handing him a beige oversized hoodie.

he stares at it like it personally offended him. "why is it this color?"

"neutral tones are in."

"i wear black."

"expand your horizons."

taesan groans but takes it anyway. you pile on more, cargo pants, a crossbody bag, sneakers that aren’t his usual beat-up converse. by the time you’re done, he’s looking at the fitting room like it’s a death sentence.

"i hate you," he says before stepping inside.

"you love me," you call back.

when he finally steps out, you can’t help but stare.

the oversized hoodie drapes over him perfectly, the cargo pants fitting just right. the streetwear aesthetic somehow works on him, making him look effortlessly stylish but in a different way than usual.

"see?" you say, grinning. "you look good."

taesan folds his arms. "i feel weird."

"you look hot." you say, holding back the urge to fully make out with him right then and there.

his ears turn pink. "shut up."

"no, seriously, you could wear this all the time and no one would question it." you approach him, admiring your work. "just imagine, us walking around in our matching outfits. everyone would be jealous."

"you’re insufferable," he mumbles, but you can see the way his lips twitch, like he’s trying not to smile.

"so… are you gonna get it?"

he hesitates, looking at himself in the mirror.

and then, to your surprise, he sighs. "yeah, whatever."

your jaw drops. "wait, really?"

he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "you like it, right?"

you smirk playfully. "no..."

taesan stands there, stunned, "what? then why-"

"i absolutely love it"

before you can say anything else, he grabs the clothes and heads toward the register, leaving you standing there, absolutely smitten.

the sun is starting to set by the time you leave the mall, the sky painted in shades of orange and pink. taesan carries the shopping bag in one hand, his other still holding yours.

"so," you say, swinging your intertwined hands slightly, "was this a date?"

he scoffs. "obviously."

"oh? so you’re saying you planned this because you wanted to spend time with me?"

"i mean, yeah?" he glances at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "why else?"

you grin. "just making sure."

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go of your hand.

when you get back to his dorm, jaehyun and woonhak are waiting.

"back already?" jaehyun muses.

woonhak eyes your bags. "did you guys get matching clothes?"

taesan doesn’t answer, but his grip on the shopping bag tightens.

jaehyun smirks. "oh my god, you did."

woonhak gasps dramatically. "that’s so cute."

"shut up." taesan pushes past them, dragging you with him into his room. before he closes the door, you hear jaehyun laughing.

"taesan, you’re so whipped!"

taesan groans, pressing his forehead against the door. "i hate them."

"you don’t."

"i do."

you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "well, i like them. they make you flustered, which is adorable."

he sighs, leaning into your touch. "you’re lucky i like you."

"i know," you tease, resting your chin on his shoulder.

he turns his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"but don’t push it."

you just smile, holding him a little tighter.

just as you’re basking in the warmth of taesan’s arms, the door suddenly swings open.

"alright, lovebirds, break it up—"

jaehyun’s voice cuts off as he takes in the scene: you wrapped around taesan, his head resting lightly against yours. taesan barely has time to react before woonhak appears behind jaehyun, eyes widening.

"oh my god," woonhak breathes, pointing accusingly. "you guys are so gross."

taesan tenses immediately. "get out."

"no way," jaehyun grins, crossing his arms. "not before we see you in those matching outfits."

taesan scowls. "not happening."

woonhak gasps dramatically. "but taesan, you spent all that money. what a waste."

jaehyun nods sagely. "yeah, what a shame. if only there were some way to make sure the outfits were worth it. like, i don’t know… wearing them right now?"

taesan looks like he’s considering murder. you, on the other hand, are having the time of your life.

"you know what?" you say, squeezing taesan’s waist. "they’re right."

"don’t encourage them," taesan groans.

"too late!" woonhak cheers, already pushing the door open wider. "put it on, hyung. let us bask in the couple aesthetic."

"i will actually throw you both out," taesan warns.

"so violent," jaehyun sighs. "is this what love does to a man?"

woonhak shakes his head, looking at you sympathetically. "you deserve better."

you snort. "nah, i think i’ll keep him."

taesan groans even louder, but at this point, he knows he’s lost.

"fine," he mutters. "but if i do this, you two are never speaking of it again."

jaehyun and woonhak exchange looks.

"no promises," they say in unison.

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💭 reaction: bc, lk, hj, sm | pillow talk

disclaimers: written from third person perspective, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing: skz members × gn reader | content: fluff, mentions of anxiety and other mental health terms

‧ ୨୧ ‧ pillow talk: intimate conversation and moments between a couple ‧ ୨୧ ‧

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ you and chan both shared a love for affection and when you would stir in the middle of the night, squirming in his embrace ー likely from a nightmare ーhe would reach over to your side to turn on the lamp, easing his grip to give you room to breathe.

୨୧ he would gently wake you by squeezing your arm, wanting to make sure you felt safe. before you can fully grasp the situation, your bleary eyes come into focus to discover chan leaning over you with his eyebrows furrowed, and concern flooding his eyes. his hand hovers over your forehead, a soft cloth in his grasp, that he kept nearby to help wipe the cold sweat that often accompanied your unpleasant dreams.

୨୧ once chan notices you have rejoined him in the realm of the conscious, a small lopsided smile would emerge on his face: "it'll be alright, it was just a dream" ー he would repeat this in a comforting, hushed tone. without a single word, he would bring you some water, in case you needed to refresh yourself.

୨୧ as you two begin to lay back down and settle in, chan would have his arms open, ready to cradle you back to sleep. without skipping a beat, you would find yourselves in a mess of tangled limbs. you press several short kisses against his cheek in appreciation of his thoughtfulness, before cuddling into him, ready to return to a deep slumber with the silent, hopeful wish of reuniting together in your dreams.

୨୧ this time, you relish, both emotionally and physically, in the warmth of chan's care: a fuzzy warmth emanates from your heart.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ the topics during your pillow talk sessions are generally light hearted ー ranging from how the day went to whatever thoughts had been preoccupying either of you that week ー it was always a moment of unfiltered thoughts, frequent laughter, and momentary, childish debates.

୨୧ often times, you could be very animated, as you lay on your back, eyes to the ceiling detailing your grand dream from an earlier nap, minho lays on his side, gazing at your silhouette, completely enamoured.

୨୧ one arm props him up, and the other is busy gently patting your stomach above the covers. you are both cosy underneath the blankets in your matching gingham pajamas. a delicate, loving smile is etched on minho's face that cracks only to hum in agreement, or annoyance, should something have upset you. during moments of serious contemplation, you would lean into him to fiddle with the hem of his top, fingers haphazardly grazing against the skin of his abdomen causing him to stifle a laugh because for his sanity, he would rather you did not know just how ticklish he was.

୨୧ occasionally, when your movements are a little too energetic, and the blanket falls away from your waist, minho nonchalantly gathers it and subtly tucks it back into place, it's a habit that he had developed from day one since you had moved in, and you always appreciated it, reciprocating the act with a peck to his knuckles or cheekily against his pulse point.

୨୧ when minho would notice your voice becoming quieter and your speech slurring from sleepiness, he would pull you closer in his arms, shifting like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly against you.

୨୧ the arm that propped him up would become your pillow, and you naturally snuggled, akin to his feline siblings, into his chest, favouring his left side so you could enjoy the lull of his heartbeat as you drifted off.

୨୧ on nights when you felt restless, he would offer to sing, which you would gladly accept, with your ear planted firmly against his chest, captivated by the reverberation of his voice, the soothing atmosphere would swiftly assuage your worries.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ after the two of you showered, and changed into your pajamas; yours was one of hyunjin's oversized shirts ー just being engulfed by his scent gave you a glimpse of a sanctuary from the demands, frustrations and stress of the outside world; a place where you could just peacefully exist ー the full experience was only true when you were enveloped in his loving arms.

୨୧ due to your respective schedules, when you two finally reconnected, it was already nighttime so you made a conscientious promise to each other to spend even just a moment of heartfelt, quality time together. on this occasion, you nestled in his lap, between his thighs, as he busied himself with drying and eventually braiding your hair.

୨୧ besides talking through your days, hyunjin loved sharing the photographs he had recently taken and any sketches he had been working on. with genuine interest, you exchanged thoughts, and oftentimes, you earnestly encouraged him to transform his sketches into paintings, try new mediums and techniques and to not give up if the work in progress did not match the initial vision he mentally crafted.

୨୧ being a lover of poetry, hyunjin was a romantic at heart, and so, he never fell short of appreciation and adoration of you. he often found the beauty of you reflected in nature and would always point out and remind you of how precious you were to him. photos of picturesque sunsets, a hand-picked bunch of wild flowers, a miniature keyring of your favourite plushie or an artisanal box of your favourite pastries ー hyunjin would happily present his devotion to you through thoughtful gifts: a song, a poem, a drawing or a whisper of reassurance; all were a proud, sincere declaration of love.

୨୧ loving with hyunjin was as easy as breathing: unconsciously, it took root, blossoming steadily, persevered in unfamiliar conditions and strengthened under the tender touch of patience and gratitude.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒏 ‧ ୨୧ ‧

୨୧ the fondest memories of your relationship with seungmin were built on the spontaneous, intimate moments that broke through the walls of fear and insecurities and found an abundance of acceptance and understanding in one another's arms and most importantly, in your hearts.

୨୧ it was an innate awareness that you each developed, you were sensitive to the other person's mood and disposition. on nights like these, where anxiety bubbled unendingly in the depths of your mind and your inner turmoil manifested into unusual silence and emotional withdrawal, seungmin was attuned to even the slightest of your movements, ready to provide you with whatever your heart desired.

୨୧ on this particular evening, seungmin lay with his back facing you, which was to accommodate your expressed wish to have space because you felt suffocated, not by him, but by all the thoughts swirling in your mind. seungmin complied, but his concern overruled his fatigue and he was subconsciously waiting for you to reach out to him.

୨୧ when seungmin felt your side of the bed shift, your hands winding around his waist and your forehand gently burrowing between his should blades, he broke from his drowsy state and regained his composure. silently, he brought his hand to lay above yours, his thumb mindlessly running back and forth across your knuckles, an unspoken affirmation of unwavering support and togetherness.

୨୧ seungmin knows you will signal when you're ready, and though he feels the stiffled sobs that rattle through your frgaile soul and it's accompanying warm tears that seep and seem to sting his heart, he resists the urge to sweep you into his chest. tap tap. you wearily nudge his back with your forehead. the signal releases the air caught in his throat, and he steadfastly turns over, gathering your delicate being into his secure hold.

୨୧ "i'm here, i'll listen." those simple words unravel the knotted worries, they open the floodgates and the bubbling hurt oozes out. seungmin doesn't know nor does he care how long it takes for you to let out all those pent up emotions. he is well aware that while it is a privilege to have found such a pure love, he is also grateful to be a source of comfort and a shelter you seek refuge in.

୨୧ when the exhaustion has consumed you and you've fallen asleep, he takes a tissue to dry your stray tears, the strands of hair that drape across your face in disarray are tucked gently behind your ear, before he presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

୨୧ seungmin vows that he'll walk alongside you on whatever path life presents, whether it's cloaked in flowers or the path becomes muddy, and unclear. so long as you're by his side, hand-in-hand, you will walk that road together.

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© stayfortwominutes ; january 20,2025 | edited: january 21, 2025

author notes: i went with a rather G-rated definition of pillow talk, and tried a new different format! it took me too long to write and post this... please let me know if you enjoyed this. slowly but surely, i want to get back into writing and sharing with everyone.

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orange flavoured - p.sh

park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

cw - college-ish!au, fluff, sickfic, seonghwa has a fever

word count: 1.5k

Seeing Seonghwa at your front door at ungodly hours of the night was not a regular occurence. Hongjoong, sure. Even San and Wooyoung had a habit of turning up at your place at fuck o'clock in the morning for whatever reason, because they knew you lived alone and always had a free sofa and hot water to shower with. Not to mention it was convenient, because you lived just a few minutes walk from campus. Despite this, Seonghwa was never one to come to your house in the middle of the night. He could get to his dorm room unharmed even if he was drunk or sleep deprived, thank you very much. He was self-sufficient that way. So opening the door to your cramped apartment at 3 a.m. to be greeted by his face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace was enough to make an icy block of worry form in your stomach.

"Hwa?" you asked, your voice gruff from having just woken up. "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel well," he whispered, voice barely audible.

He winced after speaking, lips pressing into a thin line. You realised then that he was struggling to stand upright and although you were still half asleep, you rushed forward to pull him inside, one hand on his waist and one reaching past him as you pulled your door shut. You heard Seonghwa let out a soft sigh before he leaned into you. You realised then that even through the layers of his and your clothing you could feel his skin burning up.

"You're burning up," you stated simply, earning a whine from Seonghwa, who lifted himself away from you after you spoke. He tried to smile but his expression showed his discomfort all the same.

"I was at the library and I tried getting home but I don't- I don't feel well," he said. You couldn't help but pout at seeing him so vulnerable. It was an unusual sight. "And I thought maybe since Joong stays here sometimes I could stay over? If it's okay with you."

"Of course it's okay!" you reassured him, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades and guiding him to your sofa, where he collapsed with a groan and with very little grace. You rested the back of your hand on his forehead, his whole body shuddering at the feeling of your room temperature skin on his own overheated skin. With a long sigh you removed your hand and examined Seonghwa's state. His features pulled into an expression of discomfort with a little furrow between his brows, his shaking hands hugging his sides and sweat that was starting to make his hair stick to his forehead. Worry and fondness tugged at your heart as you leaned down to push his hair out of his face. "Seonghwa?"

"Mh?" he grunted, his teary eyes meeting yours.

"I'm gonna get you some medication and something comfortable to wear, okay? I think Hongjoong left some clothes here a while ago so I'll bring you those," you told him. Despite how pained he looked he nodded once you were done speaking, leaning into the corner of the sofa with a sharp exhale. You nodded to yourself when he closed his eyes, leaving him to rest while you collected everything you'd promised him.

A thermometer, a pack of over-the-counter fever medication, a hoodie and sweatpants and a glass of water later, you were kneeling on the sofa in front of a disgruntled and sweaty Seonghwa who didn't even have the strength to protest when you took hold of his face and asked him to open his mouth. You pressed the thermometer beneath his tongue and smiled at the small sound that left him when he closed his mouth around it. Your apartment was silent while you waited for the thermometer to beep, Seonghwa's cheek uncomfortably warm against your palm as you held his face in place. It was an intimacy you had never shared with any of your other friends before, taking the thermometer out of his mouth and reassuring him that his fever wasn't all that bad, and the knowledge made a small smile play on your lips.

"Do you need help changing?" you asked from where you stood in front of him, running your fingers through his hair while he took the medication with the water you'd given him. He shook his head and leaned into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he set the empty glass down in his lap. When he made no move to set aside the glass you laughed softly, letting go of his head to set the glass aside yourself and unfold the hoodie you had brought him. "Here, sit up for me."

"You don't have to help me," Seonghwa protested, opening his eyes and pouting at you in a way he usually only did when he was trying to make you laugh. You smiled and reached for his hand.

"It's okay," you said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Let me take care of you."

Seonghwa was silent, his ears turning pink, but after a moment he squeezed your hand back and sat up properly.

"There we go," you hummed, letting go of his hand to set the hoodie down in his lap. He shuddered when you helped him take off his shirt, the air of your apartment far too cold for his body to handle. He raised his arms silently when you picked up the hoodie, allowing you to slip it onto him without much difficulty. Changing his pants, however, was another story, as he sat with his hands pressed to his thighs with a rigid frown on his face. "Seonghwa, you can't sleep in these jeans."

"It's embarrassing," he murmured, eyes fixed on your shoulder instead of your face. The longer you sat with your hands on his knees the redder his cheeks turned, making him look like a sweaty strawberry wearing a slightly too small hoodie.

"I've seen you at the pool before," you pointed out, earning a look from Seonghwa.

"That's not the same," he huffed, brows drawing together as he shifted his gaze down to his lap. Seeing how stubborn he was and how ill he still looked you sighed and set the sweatpants aside, your soft spot for him far too soft to keep insisting with him.

"Okay, let's just get you to sleep," you said, smiling when he let out a happy hum. "Are you feeling any better?"

"No, not yet," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing slightly. "I'm so cold."

"I'll get you an extra blanket and in the morning you can take a warm shower, okay?" you offered. Seonghwa nodded in response, offering you a small smile. You stood up again and held out your hand. "Come on, let's get you in bed."

Seonghwa complied quietly after that, sniffling occasionally in discomfort even as you tucked him into your bed, settling a blanket over his shoulders as he curled up tightly. His eyes were shut but he still didn't look peaceful, shivering with every movement he made. Your heart ached in your chest and you stroked his hair out of his face once more before you turned to your bedroom door.

"Call me if you need anything," you told him, your hand already on the door handle when Seonghwa let out a low whine.

"Please stay," he called out, his voice unsteady. You glanced back at your bed in surprise and heard him more than saw him move around, your bedsheets rustling in the quiet of the room. There was a little more silence before he spoke again. "You don't have to, I just- I thought I might feel better if you're here."

"Oh," you whispered, unable to stop yourself. You smiled as you shut your bedroom door and stepped back towards the bed. It was a wide, fond smile that turned into a grin once you were lying down in front of Seonghwa, holding out your hand for him to hold. He took it without hesitation, lacing his fingers with yours so that his clammy palm was pressed against your own dry palm. "I've got you. You'll feel better soon, okay?"

In front of you Seonghwa sniffled but nodded.

"Okay," he answered, his voice watery. You pouted and shuffled a little closer to him, kissing his knuckles before you could think too much of it.

"Get some rest," you told him, smiling when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he whispered, giving your knuckles a feverish kiss of his own before he hugged your hand to his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and realised absentmindedly that this intimacy was even greater than when you'd just been taking his temperature. The thought didn't last long though, your mind quickly floating back into the sleepy state it had been in when Seonghwa first arrived.

"Always," you assured him.

By the end of the next day Seonghwa was feeling fine again and the experience only brought about two changes. The first was that he now knew his body was definitely not made for studying past three in the morning. The second was that he quickly became a regular presence in your apartment three or so nights a week, which was a pleasant and domestic change that you happily welcomed. If Hongjoong and San and Wooyoung were slightly jealous that their rest stop had been taken over by Seonghwa then - well, you'd leave that for them to figure out.

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XLOV as love languages

pairing : XLOV x gn!reader (i made this as gender neutral as i could)

genre : fluff

a/n : hiiii!!! i’m here with my first post:) sadly, my zb1 requests are still rotting in my inbox and drafts but i’ll get to them later!! EVOL, i hope you enjoy this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i had to post something xlov related because since debut theyre my new hyperfixation (it got so bad that i ordered their album a few days ago in the middle of the night); excuse any spelling mistakes pls i wrote this in an hour in the middle of the night

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Wumuti﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Physical touch

HAVE WE NOT SEEN HOW HE BABIES HARU??? This and the way he hugs the members.... ok excuse me for a second I need to cry. Like you cannot tell me this!!! Man!! Would not be clinging on you like a koala on a tree every day, every hour, every minute and every second. Do not even get me started on how he will melt in your arms when you hug him!! I think he would be the number one hug enthusiast.

Bonus points if you pat/caress his back/head while hugging him!! His soul would leave his body in an INSTANT.

When receiving I think he would also love words of affirmation.. tell him his performance was amazing and he will FOLD!!!

,,

Once Wumuti returns backstage after his group's performance, the second you are in his sight he rushes toward you, capturing you in a tight hug.

"You did so well, Muti! I'm so proud of you," you whisper in his ear, caressing his back; resulting in him hugging you even tighter.

He doesn't respond, although you could feel the love radiating from him, speaking in its own way.

"I wouldn't have done without you... love you" he smiles at you, completely melting in your arms." ‘ ‘

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Rui﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Words of affirmation

AHHH I'm not gonna even elaborate!!! I've recently watched a fan call with him in which he complimented a lot the fan's makeup, && let me tell you that completely made up my mind..!'m 100% sure he would compliment his s/o every time he gets the chance to - and also over anything;; from your hair to your scent/perfume to even hobbies that you're currently really into these days:)

I have a feeling he would love receiving compliments and affectionate words, just as much as he loves giving. He would surely blush a lot too<3

,,

Rui peeks through your bedroom door's crack, just enough to capture your face. Biting your lip in concentration, you apply your eyeliner with precision, not noticing the boy silently watching you from afar.

"your makeup is so pretty," Rui says, his voice barely above a whisper, trying not to catch you off guard.

"thank you," you reply with a gummy smile, blowing him a kiss from your vanity. He smiles back, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.

You still feel his gaze lingering on you, but this time he gathers up the courage to enter your room and sit down on a chair next to your vanity, resting his head on the cold surface of the desk.

"I don't know what I did in my life to deserve such a lovely partner like you... I'm so glad to have you as my lover."

‘ ‘

and the shower of compliments continues…

p.s if by any chance and i mean ANY chance you’re that girl with the makeup rui fancall you are a strong person. i would have cried ON THE SPOT if i was you….

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Hyun﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Physical touch / Words of affirmation

Definitely not another one based on a fan call haha.... (sweats and looks around)

I SWEAR on everything I own he is a SUCKER!! For both physical touch && words of affirmation. basciallyyyyyyy a mix of Wumuti and Rui :D

NOW!! I just know he would be the type of boyfriend that would fix your hair/ tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ears and everything!! I mean everything!! With physical touch or that involves staying close to you:) He would also really like complimenting you and noticing different things about you every day, like changing your usual eyeshadow color, getting a haircut or getting your nails done.

When receiving I think he would be big on compliments, like saying simple stuff like "Your hair is really pretty today" or "This outfit really suits you" …he's already planning your wedding yup.. And to really drive him insane, the cherry on top, play with his hair.

,,

After a long day of work, you find yourself and Hyun relaxing in bed while watching one of your favorite shows.

Your hand slowly runs through Hyun's hair, softly massaging his scalp, focused on the bright TV screen. To Hyun, if he would ever be asked to describe heaven, this would be the first thing that would pop up in his mind.

"These PJs look good on you, this color really suits you," you mumbled, caressing Hyun's cheek.

"..What? Oh! Thanks.." he manages to say, before hiding his face under the blanket , visibly flustered.

‘ ‘

HE WILL!! think about that compliment for the whole week

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏Haru﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Acts of service

I THINK HE WOULD BE SUCH AN ACTS OF SERVICE BF!! He would do small things like ask you (even in the middle of the night) if you want anything from the convenience store or bring you a glass of water when you wake up. && don't even play with him! he would be so serious about this acts of service thing, no matter how much you decline breakfast in bed, two minutes after he serves you a whole FEAST regardless of what you said (food burnt or not, he would still be very proud of it)

To really make him fall head over heels for you, take care of him. Make/buy him dinner, cuddle with him, etc etc!! Let me tell u he will IMMEDIATELY fold <3

,,

"Huh? What's all of this food on the table? are we having guests tonight?" Haru observes the table, full of delicious dishes.

"No, Haru.. I thought I should make you dinner as a thank you for making me breakfast this morning. "Come on, let's eat. The food's gonna get cold"

Before you could sit down, Haru swiftly captures you in a hug, showing his gratitude for your thoughtful act. " ‘ ‘

(im so sorry for writing less for haru.. i’ll make up to it, i promise!) (love my 2 apples tall king)

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i have a mingi request 🤗 x idol reader (secret relationship)who is missing mingi while hes on tour or smth and accidentally like thirst or cute tiktoks of him on readers main account and everyone goes crazy lol angst or lighthearted is up to u ty

better with you

-> mingi x idol gn!reader

warnings+": secret relationship, lil angsty, big time jumps?, reader shuts everyone out/depictions of a depressive episode (mingi also), lots of crying and sleeping, fluff towards the end word count: 1.8k notes๋࣭⭑ sorry this took me so long:( I hope you like this and thank you for requesting!! sorry if this wasn't as crazy as you wanted I tried my best but please lmk what you guys think!! comment/reblogs/asks help me out the most! I have a few things I'm still working on and I'm doing a semi big revamp to my layout soon bc I'm itching to change it. stay safe and be gentle with yourself<3

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agony, agony, agony.

 this morning you had woken up as cranky as ever. wanting nothing more than to whine to your loving mingi and have him cuddle you until you no longer felt like shit. that wasn’t an option for you unfortunately as he is halfway across the world on tour right now.  

 you had already tried calling him but his voicemail was all you got. defeated, you pull up tiktok hoping to distract yourself until you feel tired enough to pass out. it sucked having to keep your relationship a secret but you loved each other too much to risk it. which is why you made a secret account to gush about mingi without the repercussions. 

 hours go by as you scroll and scroll. reposting, commenting and liking multiple videos about the guys on tour, funny moments and some spicy. you ended up scrolling on a video of mingi and wooyoung messing around on stage, throwing water at each other every chance they could. you couldn’t help yourself as your eyes wander along the now defined muscles showing through his soaked shirt. mingi not so subtly flexing even more now after noticing himself. 

 you roll your eyes with a soft smile as he turns to the crowd to show off. always the show off that one. you lean your head back against your pillow, letting out a sigh. why did he have to be so far away? you were tempted to try and call him again but it was well into the early morning for him so you didn’t want to disturb. 

 sleepiness begins to overtake your brain as you continue to scroll and before you even notice, your phone falls from your hand and you are fast asleep. 

 chaos was rapidly unraveling before the sun could even fully rise. as you step into the practice room you are met with a multitude of staff and your 3 members, staring at you with a mix of concern, hurt and anger. mostly by the staff and management on the latter emotion. 

 “what’s going on?” you hastily throw your bag on the couch nestled into the corner of the room. 

 your leader furrows her brows, “have you not checked your phone at all?” 

 “not yet, my phone is dead. you guys are starting to worry me.” 

 “were you on tiktok last night?” your manager asks in a tone that made your heart drop. 

 you think back to last night and all the tiktoks you interacted with, “i mean yeah but i was on my..” your eyes widen at the realization of your mistake, “no, no, no.”

 you sprint over to grab your phone, hastily plugging it into a random charger on the wall. the seconds tick by slowly as you wait for the little apple icon to pop up. the notifications that flooded in were insurmountable. your eyes couldn’t keep up. you catch a glimpse of mingi’s contact name and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. 

 it was a simple text. telling you that no matter what is about to happen that he is here for you and he loves you. this causes you to let the tears you’ve been holding back slip down your cheek. 

 the youngest of your group is the first to run to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, cradling your head into her chest. 

 you couldn’t imagine the thoughts running through his head right now. what is his company going to say or do to him? how are the members of both groups going to be affected? how could you be so stupid and forget to switch to your private account like you’ve done every other time? 

 the questions never stopped forming in your head. the severity of the situation fully settling into your bones now and you swear you had never felt this amount of fear in your life. unfortunately because of how crazy strict the idol world is, something so small like this could cost not only yours but also mingi’s career. that’s what is terrifying you the most. 

 over the next few weeks your mind and body were on autopilot. you have yet to reply to a single message that wasn’t from your leader or managers. both companies decided to just write it off as a fan hacking the account to sabotage both of your groups' comebacks since they were so close together. 

 since the fans couldn’t specify who exactly was active on the account they were coming after all 4 of you. you also had no choice but to confess to your companies about your relationship, which led to being banned from seeing each other. at least until after your schedules clear up and the frantic talks about the situation go down. 

 more weeks passed and finally you were done with shows and promotions. you felt like you could breathe a little bit easier now that you could just lay in bed and never leave your room. the members had tried to get you to get some fresh air and feed you, but you never opened your door. the only reason you were able to go to the bathroom and shower without anyone seeing you was the convenience of having an attached bathroom. 

 once it had reached almost a whole week of you holed up in your room, they take the risk and call the one person they know would get you out of your head.  

 the sky had darkened significantly by the time you opened your eyes for the first time today. you look over at your clock as it displays the time, a little after 10pm. a knock echoes throughout your room and the specific rhythm makes you sit up on your elbows. there’s no way he would risk coming here, right? you wrap a blanket around you tightly and slowly unlock and open your door.

 “oh, baby.” the corners of mingis mouth turns down at the sight of your pale sunken skin and red, puffy eyes. 

 he’s quick to guide you back inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. even though it had been months since you’d physically seen each other, your brain still turned off the second it registered that he was actually here. no longer seeing a reason to function when your boyfriend had no issue helping you make those decisions for you. it was something you didn’t realize you loved about your relationship until it was taken from you. 

 mingi lays you both down, pressing his entire body against yours from behind. his arms squeezing your middle so tight you have to gently loosen his hold. 

 “sorry, i just missed you so much. i’ve been so worried about you and i’m so upset with myself that i couldn’t be here for you through everything at the start,” he nuzzles his face into your neck, “i’m here now and i don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. no matter what our management says.” 

 he feels the way your whole body shakes and sits up on his elbow to see you quietly sobbing into your hand. 

 “hey, hey, look at me baby,” mingi’s hands go to either side of your face after you turn towards him, “ it’s going to be okay. i’m not going anywhere.” his thumbs brush away the tears still streaming down your face.

 your sobs didn’t stop even after hearing his reassuring words. mingi lets you cry until your breathing evens out and only your soft snores and the standing fan can be heard. he feels a little bit of worry leaving his body watching you peacefully sleep but as he rubs his thumb against your dry tears he feels the pit of his stomach sink. 

 when he first saw all the tiktoks and comments left on them, he felt so giddy that you were openly gushing about him so much. it was obvious to him that you were the one to do it and once the situation sunk in all he wanted to do was fly home and attach himself to you forever. as the days passed everyone could tell that something was wrong with mingi. 

 when he tells his members that you haven't answered him in almost 2 weeks, they try their best to reassure him that it’s going to take some time and that you’ll come around eventually. they were very relieved to hear him talk to your leader about coming to see you and when he didn’t come back last night it lifted a weight off their shoulders. 

 “yeah, they’re still knocked out.” 

 “okay, we are gonna stay over at my parents place and let you guys have the day and night to talk and have alone time.” you recognize the voice of the youngest. 

 you crack your eyes open and turn your head to see mingi talking to her. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden sharp pain that shoots up the side of your head. the groan you let out catches both of their attention. they cut the conversation short, the front door closing and locking not long after mingi makes his way back into bed beside you. 

 you nuzzle your face back into his chest and throw your arm around him. a sigh passes your lips as he peppers kisses along your hairline. 

 “how are you feeling?” he mumbles against you. 

 “okay now that you’re here.” your answer filling his chest with a warmth he had missed so much these past few months. 

 a peaceful silence washes over the two of you and you both end up falling back asleep. by the time you fully wake up mingi had turned on the tv and was watching a random show. he had moved to sit up a little against the headboard, bringing you along with him to lay the top half of your body on his and rubbing up and down your back softly. 

 you rub your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt causing him to pause his movements. he watches as you begin to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. his hand resumes it’s comforting pattern and you find yourself in a deep conversation with mingi for the next 2 hours. talking about how both of you felt with the whole scandal, how sorry you were for not answering his calls and figuring out how you were going to navigate between your job and your relationship more carefully. 

 after your talk the energy felt lighter around you and mingi couldn’t help but pull you back down to him and smother your face and neck with loving kisses. your laugh makes his smile widen against your skin. 

 “i know that it’s late but can we order in some food?” you throw your arms around his neck as he hovers above you. 

 “of course we can baby. the usual?” 

 you smile and nod then pull him down for your first real kiss since you’ve seen him.

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