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jongdae was right

baekhyun x reader

featuring: minseok and jongdae

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KYUNGSOO TAKES CARE OF YOU WHILE YOU'RE DRUNK

PAIRING — kyungsoo x reader

GENRE — fluff

WARNINGS  — alcohol mention

LENGTH — 579

"you look so adorable in your glasses."

kyungsoo lightly swatted your hand away from his face, smiling as he tightened his grip around your waist. "then why are you trying to take them off my face?"

you should have warned him that you were a lightweight when he invited you over to have drinks with him and his friends. then again, you were kind of cute when you were carefree like this, so he couldn't be too bothered by the fact that he had to drag you to your apartment.

"do you think i'd look as good as you if i wore glasses?" you asked, bringing your hand up to his chest to steady yourself a bit more, but he was sure you felt how strongly his heart hammered against his chest, and he felt embarrassed at the thought.

he'd never been in this position with you before, which was intentional on his end. it was easier to ignore his feelings when the only time he ever interacted with you was among a group of other people.

but now, with you holding on to him like this, complimenting him non-stop, it was hard to continue pretending that he thought of you as nothing more than a friend.

"i think you'd look amazing in anything." he looked at you, meeting your eyes. he swore the wind was knocked out of him when you smiled up at him then nuzzled your head into his chest. he cursed under his breath when he nearly fell over with you, then covered it up with an awkward laugh. "your keys," he mumbled when he came in view of your apartment.

you dug into your purse and pulled them out, though instead of handing them to him, you lightly shoved him and attempted to open the door yourself. you managed to stay up on your own, but from the way you were swaying, he feared that you'd take a tumble if he didn't intervene.

he stood behind you just in case, and for the most part you were fine until you opened the door and tripped. if he wasn't paying close attention, he wouldn't have been able to quickly grab you. "be careful."

"i will, i will," you assured him, but when you had some trouble taking off your shoes, he couldn't possibly let his guard down just yet.

he closed the door behind him and led you over to the couch. when you sat down, he crouched down to remove your shoes, and he could feel your eyes on him; it made his throat constrict with how nervous you were making him.

"kyungsoo, can you stay here tonight?" you suddenly asked in a soft voice.

he looked up at you, light bouncing off your pleading eyes. you could convince anyone with those eyes, even him if he hadn't thought about the consequences. "for what?"

he placed your shoes behind him, but remained on the floor, watching as you tried to formulate an explanation. your mouth opened and closed, you giggled a few times, you shook your head, then finally you said, "because i like you. obviously."

his heart raced wildly, just like his mind as he thought over you words. maybe you didn't mean it the way he thought, or maybe you did. regardless, you were drunk; it wasn't the right time to discuss it. "i can't stay," he said with a sigh, then he stood up. "you need to go to sleep. c'mon."

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SEHUN ONESHOT RECS

ONE SHOTS

Oh, Bartender - age gap, fwb?, messy relationship, M [20k]

Recovered Hearts - police officer OSH & ZYX, abuse [10k]

People You May Know - idol, pregnancy, grieving, angst [8k]

Meminerunt Omnia Amantes - alchemist, amnesia, M [7.9k]

Moths to a Flame - still friends w ex husband Sehun [7.5k]

Low Side - biker OSH gets injured and you help him [7.5k]

Domestic - werewolf, soulmate, denial, no pillows [6.5k]

Heartstrings - drunk Sehun, ft Jooheon, angsty, M [6k]

Jackpot - a night and accidental marriage in Vegas ✿ [4.7k]

Day One - you’re both late to Jongdae’s NYE party [3.6k]

Pretty Girl - biker AU, shitty mattress on the floor, M ✿ [3.1k]

Glamour - unrecognized as an idol [3.1k]

You Drive Me Insane - coworkers, unspeakable kiss [2.8k]

Unexpected - sharing a room, watching anime, M [2.5k]

A Step Across a Threshold - instragram wife, Paris [2.4k]

Inertia - best friends, college, ft PCY & KJI, M [2.3k]

Cute Couple - running in the rain, hotel rooms [2.2k]

Too Shy to Admit It - bookstore summer job, frenemies [2k]

Take a Chance on Me - neighbors, play, daughter [1.9k]

It’s Gonna Be Forever - knight OSH, “marry me” [1.8k]

Rookie - you’re in charge of training rookie spy OSH [1.7k]

Patience is a Virtue - waiting to play xmas songs [1.5k]

Fortunately Intoxicated - noodle boy [1.5k]

Fall Apart (So You Can Put Me Together) - doctor [1.5k]

Fearless - airport mob incident, hotel room, ft PCY [1.5k]

Goodnight - work stress, sleeping on the couch [1.4k]

Hidden Truth - mafia AU, he goes missing for a month [1.4k]

Chocolate Ice Cream - Sehun’s son wanders off [1.2k]

Hidden - “who said I wasn’t attracted to you?”, party [1.1k]

Power Suit - “did you hear anything I just said?” [1k]

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[8:32 pm] your hands cover your face as quickly as you can as baekhyun tries to catch your smile on camera. “awe baby, come on!! one picture so i can show you off to my members!!” he whines, his lips pouting, his brows furrowed.

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Warnings: none really, just some normal pool sex

Summary: having dated each of the exo members on and off, you somehow find yourself in a relationship with all nine of them...and their endless list of kinks.

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When you wake up you already know its a lot later in the evening and the house is completely quiet. As you pull yourself into a sitting position you realise Baekhyun has vanished and pretty bikini set is laid out at the end of the bed.

You blink away your memories of Baekhyun's slender fingers inside you and scoot over to grab the clothing. You soon notice the note attached, saying you should put it on when you wake up and make your way to the pool, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

Obeying the instructions, you find yourself padding quitely through the house until you reach the conservatory which leads out the the pool. As you walk by you can see Jongdae's form relaxing in the water, waves rippling against his chest, a sight that has your nerves growing.

When you finally appear to him he smirks at the skimpy bikini you have on, it shows off your curves perfectly and doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Come here, gorgeous." He beckons you to get into the water, and you do.

It's heated.

You enjoy the warmth that surrounds you, and make your way over to Jongdae's open arms. "You look stunning."

"Thank you." You smile timidly, letting him run his hand over your ass as the other rests around your waist. Yours sit gently on his test, smoothing over his dripping physique.

"Don't be shy, it's just me." He chuckles, darkened eyes scanning across your face before glancing down momentarily. "The others are asleep or working. They aren't going to bother us."

You catch Jongdae's meaning when he begins to fondle with the bikini strap on your shoulder, placing soft kisses over the slightly dampened skin. His head fits perfectly in the crook of your neck, soft locks brushing gently against your jaw.

"It's not too soon, is it?" he purrs, "I know you already had some fun with Baekhyun."

Your cheeks flush as you realise the loud-mouthed boy has probably told the entire house. "N-no, its not."

"Good." He hums against your neck, having pushed both of your bikini top straps down, fingers still fondling the soft flesh. With one swift move he traps you against the side of the pool, his legs between yours - spreading them. "Have you ever fucked in a pool?"

You're startled at his boldness, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. "No."

He chuckles against your skin, pulling his head up to capture your lips in his. "Well then, you're in for a treat."

His fingers make their way to your bikini bottoms, carefully rubbing over your core. You let out a strangled moan and push your hips out, desperate for more friction.

"Clearly Baekhyun didn't do a very good job if you're still this needy." He blinks at you, drawing figure eights over your clit through the fabric.

Moments later he's sinking a finger into your heat, groaning at how snug you are. You were well aware of your tightness - something that was more of a hindrance than a gift. Baekhyun had already told you that a few members are well endowed and you were somewhat worried about how anything...larger...would fit inside of you without five hours of preparation.

"God, I can't wait to feel you suck my cock into you." He licks his lips, soon managing to squeeze another finger into you, thrusting his digits in and out at a quick pace. You're core is burning and your not sure whether it's your orgasm approaching or the effect of chlorine, but either way it feelings fucking amazing. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Y-yes." You whine, tossing your head back and leaving your neck exposed to his hungry lips.

"You want my cock inside you?" he licks smooth shapes on the skin, drinking in your form writhing in his grip.

"Please."

He acts with some urgency, soon pressing his bare tip to your entrance where your panties are pushed aside. He has no hesitation in pushing his girth inside you, watching the way your back arches and his arms have to steady you from falling.

You're so fucked out already that you can only whimper as his length gently begins to move, rubbing against your walls.

Baekhyun's the type to tease - leaving you with only the gift of his fingers - but you're hardly ever satisfied. As you sit with Jongdae's cock pulsating inside of you you're incredibly thankful that he's there to relieve you of the unpleasant tension Baekhyun left you with.

You had to get him back at some point.

Your head rolls back to rest on the pool tiles, the sound of water splashing and Jongdae's soft panting making the perfect end to your first day. Your eyes fall shut as you feel the familiar unearthly feeling drawing nearer, a soft heat burning between your legs. "Fuck, Jongdae, I'm close."

"Me too." He groans, hand falling to press against your clit. The new pressure is just enough to bring you to your release - desperate walls clenching around Jongdae's greedy cock - and him too.

You both sigh in exhaustion as your night-time adventure comes to an end. Your eyes catch sight of a familiar figure standing in the conservatory, satisfied at the scene they just witnessed.

They're next.

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Suck It and See | Byun Baekyhun

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Baekyhun is sweet like candy, and you just want a taste. So when he pulls you to the side at a party, you do exactly that. 

Word Count: 0.5k

Although you’re turning twenty-two, you had planned the perfect candy-themed party at an arcade. Buckets of sweets and bottles of booze were laid out everywhere, making this the perfect party setup.

You pick up a cherry flavoured lollipop from a bucket, unwrap it and pop it into your mouth.

You amble around the arcade, sucking happily away at your lollipop, being careful not to smudge your bright red lipstick.

Suddenly, someone grabs your arm and yanks you behind one of the arcade games.

You look up to see that it’s your boyfriend Baekhyun. He’s unabashedly staring at your lips, a smirk plastered onto his pretty face.

“Baekhyun, why did you drag me back here?” you whine, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth with a smile.

“You look so pretty sucking that lollipop, babe,” Baekhyun says, flashing you a cheeky smile. He snatches the lollipop from your hand and puts it into his mouth, winking at you as he sucks it.

“I wasn’t finished with that!” you say, a familiar flutter running through your body as you watch Baekhyun’s pink tongue lick the lollipop.

“You can have it back…” Baekhyun starts, his melodic voice teasing, “but it’ll cost you.”

You brush away a strand of dark hair out of Baekhyun’s eyes as you reply, “What will it cost?”

“A kiss.” Baekhyun teases, a smug expression on his handsome face.

You look at Baekhyun’s lips, which are plump and pouty and begging for your attention. “But I’m wearing lipstick…” you say, unable to pull your gaze away from his mouth.

“I don’t mind,” Baekhyun whispers, leaning towards you.

“Alright, but I warned you…” you say, standing onto your tip toes and placing your hands on his shoulders.  

You place your mouth onto his, kissing him slowly. Baekhyun swipes his tongue over your lower lip and you part your lips, letting him slip his hot tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cherry, and you moan at the taste. Baekhyun’s hand cradles your neck as he kisses you, his soft lips leave you feeling dizzy.

Suddenly you remember that you’re in the middle of your party, and quickly pull away from Baekhyun. You look around, checking to see if anyone is watching.

When you turn your head back to your boyfriend, you gasp and cover your mouth with shock.

Baekhyun’s mouth and chin are completely covered in your lipstick. A bright red stain is smeared across his skin, and his cheeks are flushed to match. He looks like you attacked him with your mouth, which, to be honest, you kinda did.

You take out your phone and snap a picture, holding it out to show Baekhyun his appearance.

“I look good!” Baekhyun exclaims. “I think… I’m gonna leave it like this.”

“You can’t be serious!” you cry, placing your hands on your hips.

“Everyone already knows I’m yours, why not show it off a bit?” Baekhyun says, smiling at you.

You open your mouth to complain, and Baekhyun takes the opportunity to place the lollipop back between your lips, effectively shutting you up.  

Baekhyun, grinning widely, pulls you in for a selfie. “I think we should do this more often.

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Number 56

Prompt; “Are you flirting with me?”

Pair; Junmyeon / Reader

Genre; Fluff | Bad puns

Word count; 1237

Masterlist | Writing challenge masterlist

I spent so long googling coffee puns you have no idea… 😂 Also, this took a life of its own. I hope you like it Xx

You inhaled deeply as you entered the café, already loving the heavy smell of coffee in the air. It calmed you down instantly. It was your first time there after your former favourite café had changed into a popular hangout spot for high schoolers, and you just could not stand the noise. So, you had spent a couple of days looking for a new place to hang out and do your university coursework. This had potential already.

The barista was a young man around your own age with soft brown hair swooping down over chocolate brown eyes that were lit up in a kind smile as he talked to the customer in front of him. You took a second to appreciate his good looks before moving your eyes to the menu. You were on a mission and no cute boy would distract you.

You hadn’t decided yet when it became your turn though, and you decided to test out the new place.

  “Hello, how can I help you?” the young man asked cheerfully, grin widening as his eyes fell on you. His name tag was a little crooked, but you could make out the Junmyeon written on it.

  “Surprise me,” you said with a shrug, eyes still narrowed on the menu. Too many choices.

   “Oh,” he said, a little surprised but then nodded, something like determination in his eyes. “Well, what is the occasion?”

  “Studying. Got a paper to write due tomorrow and I’m only half-way there,” you answered, finally looking at him. He was nodding along with what you were saying, looking deep in thought. “Leave it to me. Take a seat and I’ll bring it down.”

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CEO!Sehun

In which two am strawberry milk makes for a great story.

Pairing: CEO! Sehun X Y/N

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: Maybe some girlie giggles and a whole lot of rude glares :)

•~•

So maybe going on a connvience store run at two in the morning hadn’t been one of your brightest ideas. Sure, the pink bottle of pepper spray on your key chain and the weight of your purse from over collected amounts of change could have protected you from a thief on the dimly lit streets of Seoul, but what could save you from the now empty strawberry milk carton dumped all over the white shirt of one of the most beautiful faces you’ve ever laid your eyes upon? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.

Your mouth stutters, with no words falling past your slightly chapped lips. What would you say to the man, who, if looks could kill, would have been convicted of first degree murder. His sharp eyes looking at you as if you had stabbed him with a chopstick then pleaded not guilty.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!” The words came out jumbled, sort of like a string of apologies coming from a two year old.

His glare, and you have no idea show it was possible, became even sharper, cutting through you like a table saw, “Sorry? How can you be so clumsy?!”

His voice showed aggravation, and you could understand. If some random girl dressed in oversized grey sweats and an oversized hoodie with a sparkly panda on it drenched you with pink strawberry milk at two in the morning, you probably would have been pissed off two. Even more so the fact that he was wearing a thin white button up, with his black velvety coat slung over his shoulder. Now the white dulled to a mixture of and off white and his skin color as it indented his body shape through the moisture that covered the entire bottom half of the button up.

“I am so-“

His eyes cut you another glare, and you automatically shut your mouth. He huffs and turns away, his shoes making large, and powerful steps away from you and to the other end of the store where he went to grab some napkins from the employee who had watched the whole catastrophe go down.

Now was your chance, you could easily leave the store, and leave your embarrassment behind with it. And that’s what you did, with your hands on your redden cheeks, half empty milk carton in hand and small purse in the other you silently walked out of the store, passing both employee and gorgeous man. Gorgeous man shooting you daggers and employee trying his best to conceal his laughter with an apologetic glance.

You mutter one last sorry before leaving the store and going on your way. The night had brought a cool breeze, enough for it to be an enjoyable moment. However the joy ran short when a group of men clinging to the shadows of the alleyway began to whistle at you.

Of course. See y/n this is why you don’t go out at two in the morning.

You quicken your pace, a unsettling heavy weight leaning on your shoulders, you’d have to walk past the men to get home. So you kept walking, acting as if you didn’t hear them, but silently you held onto your pepper spray that you had used in probably one too many situations.

“Heyyyy pretty ladyyyy” The words were slow and drawn out, clearly not sober words.

You let your head fall down more as you begin to walk faster now. You were about to pass them, you had been so close to passing them, but unfortunately this late night strawberry milk run just really wasn’t going to be your night. The man sauntered his way towards you, and you could smell his alcohol from the five foot distance. As he began to close in on you, you whipped up your arms, with the pepper spray in you hands, and just like the rest of how your night went, when you pressed the small button of stingy spray, nothing came from the bottle.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Of all the times I could have ran out, it’s now?

Your about to mentally drown in your own sarcasm as the creepy old drunk stands in front of your, his hands reaching for your own.

“Your such a pretty thing, come have some fun with me” His words are filled with the smell of tequila and creepy venom.

“Get off of me!” You yell, trying to break apart from the scary man. However he doesn’t listen to your cries, and begins to try and grope you in places that you definitely didn’t want his grimy hands.

Maybe the strawberry milk gods saved you some pity as from behind you, you could hear the voice of a very sober man, “She said to get off of her.”

It was low, and almost familiar, but the grimy man took one look behind you and his hands were off of you faster then you could even blink. The drunk grumbled before running off down the dark alley with the rest of his goons following in suit. Your savior must have really been intimidating to look at.

You turn to thank your saving grace. Oh. Very intimidating indeed.

The man with a now half dry strawberry milk stain stood behind you, an annoyed glare sprawled across his face.

“I feel like your just a walking disaster aren’t you,” His words almost seem humorous, but the face that delivers them is harden to stone.

You stare down, knowing fully well that his words were pretty much nothing but the truth. You fiddle with your fingers nervously but look back up at the man, “Thank you, I’m sorry I’ve caused so much trouble tonight.”

Your words are quiet, but clear, the gorgeous man hearing every single one of them in perfect suit. He sighs, brings his hand to his face and rubs his eyes before looking at you again.

“Where do you live?” He asks, hands now place on his hips.

Your surprised by this, not only because a Grecian looking man was asking you where you lived, but because this Grecian man had also been stirred in your pot of chaos for the past hour, “I live a couple streets down that way.”

“I’ll walk you,” His words are sharp and to the point.

“You don’t have to.”

“Well I wouldn’t want you to get lost on the way and end up in another situation you can’t help yourself in.”

Internally you were scoffing, but in truth he had probably been right. If he didn’t stay with you, maybe the men front he alley would come and follow you, jumping you with your back to them. Or maybe your imagination was running wild due to the dark and scary atmosphere of the night.

You sigh, and in defeat you speak, “Okay.”

The walk was surprisingly very quiet, the shuffling of shoes, the distances spaced between you and the gorgeous man. You, not being able to stand the awkward silence further, ask him his name.

“Sehun. Oh Sehun,” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. When he made no move to speak again, you did.

“I’m Y/N. And I’m really sorry about tonight, usually nothing like this happens,” You mutter quietly, trying to fill the empty space.

“Usually?”

“Like 99%” of the time.”

“So I’m guessing this was the 1%?” His voice now seemed softer, like he was more laughing at you.

You bite your lip, “Maybe.”

He laughs now, a full hearted laugh that you didn’t think he would be able to do.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt since I ruined that one,” You say.

Sehun looked down at his stained shirt then back to you, “don’t worry about it, I have probably like twelve more of these in my closet at home.”

And then small chatter began to fill your walk space, and in a short about of time you stood outside your apartment complex.

“This is me,” You say, slightly sad now, you didn’t think that you were going to get to see a man like Sehun ever again.

“Well it’s comforting to know that you do know how to get home .”

“You know I may not be Einstein but I know my way around these streets,” You giggle.

His smile is so soft that you almost don’t catch it for the split second that he gave it to you.

“Goodnight y/n.”

“Goodnight Sehun.”

•~•

“Woah woah woah, hold up, so not only did you spill your milk all over an extremely gorgeous man, but he saved you from some drunk lunatic on the streets and then walked you home like a gentleman?” You best friend asks you, while you both stack clothing on the racks in front of you. Working on set of magazine shoots was probably your favorite part of your job. Especially since working in the office could be so dull and boring sometimes, but who else would be the secretary to your slightly senile boss?

Yes, you had told y/b/n about your encounter with Sehun just a few night prior, just like you told her everything else that went on in your life.

“Yep,” You say as you grab another stack of clothing to hang.

The clitter clatter of people working all around you to set up before the shoot started helped you to drown out what

y/b/n had begun to start going on and on about. No doubt she was probably scolding you for not getting the overtly handsome mans number in your phone.

“THEIR HERE!” A voice shouts to no person in particular, but sending all workers into action, getting ready to begin today’s shoot.

Your boss appears shortly after this announcement and looks to you for what clothes went where, “I’ve put all of Mr. Parks clothes on this rack and y/b/n put the other mans clothes on that rack over there.”

“Thank you Ms. y/l/n.” She strolls past you, walking towards where a hoard of workers have grouped, all trying to help the two models for today.

You had very little knowledge on who would be shooting today, and mostly you had forgotten the names that were given to you prior because you were busy trying to figure where everything would go and the lay out of the building that would be housing today’s shoot. The secretary who had arranged this had called in about a family emergency and the next best option was to try and give every detail of today’s plans to you.

And granted you had been doing an incredible job at every, except for remembering the names of the models. That is until you see two men walking your way, and your mouth dropping as your eyes laid upon the one and only Oh Sehun. Time seemed to slow, his eyes catching yours as you mouth gapes open, and the distance between you and the men become much shorter. Had you not been holding onto the clothing rack you would have probably lost any control and fainted on spot. You could almost imagine your legs becoming jelly and your heart spinning out of control as your head became blurry.

“Hello Ms. y/l/n, I’m Park Chanyeol and this is Oh Se-“

“Sehun,” You mumble, your eyes not leaving his and the words tumble effortlessly from your lips.

Confusion spread along Chanyeols face, and your best friends as well, as they both look between you and Sehun.

“This is the girl from the other night Chanyeol,” Sehun says after a moment of awkward silence. A light seems to spark in both y/b/n and Chanyeol and simultaneously they both yell out.

“THIS IS STRAWBERRY MILK GIRL?!”

“THIS GRECIAN GOD!?”

Your face reddens at your best friends description of the man. Of course she had to say it like that.

“Hey chop chop over there y/n! We don’t have all day, get those men their clothes!” The photographer says from his spot behind the camera. This propels you forward, with no words, and you begin to pull the first set of outfit for the two men.

•~•

“Grecian God?” Sehun chuckles coming up behind you after the shoot had just come to an end and you had began to clean up.

“I was praying you forgot about that,” You grumble, shooting a glare towards your unsuspecting best friend across the room.

“I’m just curious is all,” He says, a glint of tease in his voice.

“If we are being completely fair, you and I both know you were kinda handed a silver platter of looks,” You huff as you begin to fold the clothes.

“Maybe, but I’m surprised you talked about me,” He laughed, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“Well, if I didn’t tell my best friend about my two am adventure then she probably would have castrated me in the middle of the night with our cheese grader so.”

“Sounds charming.”

“Oh, only the best.” The air is light. And unlike the nights beforehand, it felt as if you had known Sehun longer then the splattering of strawberry milk incident.

“You know I do kind of regret something from that night.” He says, looking you dead in the eyes.

Uh oh.

“Not getting your number,” he continues.

Huh?

Of all the responses you had been conjuring up in the split second of silence, that had definitely not been one of them. If fact it stunned you so much, that you began to lose grip of the rack you had been taking clothes from, and trip into the seat Sehun had been sitting quite comfortably in. Both of you began to fall fast and hard to the floor, and in a quick second you heard the snap of the wooden chair and a groan from Sehun who had broken your fall.

“Now this isn’t how I pictured you falling for me,” He groans, still managing to plaster a smirk on his lips.

•~•

A/N: So this isn’t the greatest in the whole wide world, so forgive me, but it’s also my first time posting on tumblr and it was kinda acting up. Anyways, this is dedicated to @killerkiwi-uwu

I also didn’t proof read this, whoops :)

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We going ✈️ clown hours. Can I request Baekhyun, a late night confession? Angst that ends soft? .... ok b y e

drabble requests are open for day6, wayv, nct 127, monsta x, bts, exo, ateez, and superm!

warnings - angst, fluff, @illneverrecover being a clown (i swear all of my friends are smh)

Hyungwon is sweet, kind, and tentative- he’s funny and meme-y and very enlightening… But this is a bad date. You hadn’t been able to focus since you saw Baekhyun’s contact lighting up your phone the first time during appetizers. 

He’s called approximately 8 times and has left only one voicemail, which is confusing to you because he usually leaves 3 or 4 when you don’t answer, and then will stop calling. This behavior? Weird. 

But you’re a good date, damnit, and you didn’t answer the phone any of those times, instead trying to focus on the jokes and conversation Hyungwon was making. It’s only at the end of the date that he tells you he’d seen how preoccupied you were throughout it, says that you’re a great girl and that maybe it’d be better if the two of you were friends instead; and you agree wholeheartedly. 

“It’s me,” the voicemail starts, you’re in your car listening to Byun Baekhyun’s stupid voice, but your heart drops when you can practically hear how drunk he is through the phone. “I just- I guess- damnit, I wanted to call and talk to you but you’re not answering so I’ll just leave a voicemail like an idiot…” he mumbles. 

“Kai told me you’re on a date tonight? With some guy from that other band? Why, Y/N?” His voice breaks, “I know that’s a dumb question, fuck- I don’t know, I just feel like I have to ask it- or like I’m supposed to ask it.”

“Listen, I know we’re friends,” he continues, “we’ve both made that plenty clear, but I don’t know, Y/N. Knowing that you’re out with some other guy… It hurts.” 

There it is. Honesty. You don’t know what to do with it. You’re already crying, and you pause the voicemail, huff when you realize he’s only halfway through it. You decide to drive home, listen to the rest in the comfort of your apartment, and you do. You shrug into your sweats and a t-shirt and wrap yourself in a blanket on the couch with a bottle of soju in your hands before you finally press play again. 

“Maybe I’m not supposed to ask it…” he mumbles, “I don’t know. My brain feels like it’s on fire right now. Stuff’s going through my head at a million miles an hour. I just miss you, a lot. And I- I think I’m in love with you a little bit,” he hiccups, and your heart drops into your stomach. Did he just?

“Yeah, I think I am,” he repeats. “I love you! Man, that’s going to ruin our friendship, huh?” He’s laughing now, sounding so sad and lonely despite the giggling that you cry in earnest, feel something in your own heart tearing open a bit at the vulnerability in his message. “I’m going to go, I guess,” he says once he’s stopped laughing, and you shake your head, “I just- yeah I’m going to go. Bye, Y/N.” 

“No,” you choke on a sob, “no, no, no,” you jab a finger on the ‘return call’ button and cross your fingers, hoping that he answers. When he doesn’t, you feel panic start to set in, deep in your bones, chilling you immediately. You redial, and then redial again. 

“Answer your fucking phone you idiot,” you spit into the receiver, leaving the angry voicemail without a second thought because who did Baek think he was? He didn’t get to confess like that and then ghost you. Didn’t get to leave cryptic messages on your phone at around midnight and not return your calls. 

You actually spill the soju when your doorbell rings, muttering out a string of expletives as you pick up the bottle and set it on the coffee table. You’re ready to square up with whoever’s behind the door in the first place, but when you see it’s Baekhyun through your peephole, you’re only angrier. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You shout, prying open the door so quickly and forcefully, it’s a wonder the hinges don’t come off. 

“Don’t listen to the voicemail,” he slurs, nearly falling onto your entryway floor as he reaches for your phone in your hand. 

“I already did, you moron!” 

He pales, looking at you sheepishly before looking back down at his feet. 

“‘M sorry…” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to- I was just- Look, I know I’m not the best looking guy out there,” he explains, “this Hyungjoong or whatever his name is, he’s probably taller than me and funnier…” 

“Can you shut up?” 

“We could just imagine I had an embolism or something! Forget about all of it, yeah? Still be friends?” He adds, voice hopeful, “please, Y/N, I’ll do anything.” 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” You shout, wanting to laugh at the shocked expression on his face, but staying serious. “You are unbearable sometimes, Baekhyun,” you roll your eyes, “but I love you too, you dumb idiot.” 

“I- what?” 

“I said,” you step forward, encasing his face in your hands gently, nearly losing it when he melts into your touch, eyes fluttering closed, “I love you, too.” 

It’s cute, the peaceful smile that crosses his face, the relaxation in his muscles when he finally hears your words. 

“You love me…” he whispers.

“I do.” 

It’s hard to coerce him into your bedroom, to force water into his system and get him to go to sleep, but you do. And when he’s sober the next morning and asks you if what he remembers from last night is real, you silence him with a kiss and call him an idiot one more time.

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— lost and found :: sehun

+ pairing :: oh sehun + oc:reader

+ genre and warnings :: fluff :/// i have feelings for him

+ prompt :: fluff #3: “have you seen my hoodie?” “no.” “you’re wearing it aren’t you?”

+ notes :: yes this is like the fourth time i’m trying to post this. imagine how tired we are of it. imagine how tired we are tumblr

Sehun doesn’t need you to be on the phone with him while he packs. He’s a grown man (college student, but those are supposedly synonymous) after all; and he’s packed for plenty of trips before.

But he likes it. Likes hearing your voice through the phone speakers even if you don’t; just likes knowing some form of your presence is in the room while he packs—or while he does anything really. He never says it out loud, but you know; and he knows. 

“Did you pack a toothbrush?” you ask, a yawn sneaking through your words.

Sehun pouts and you can hear it before he even speaks. “No, i’ll just buy one when I get there.”

“That’s a waste of money,” you tut, “And what will you do if they don’t have any toothbrushes for sale?”

“I would hope a hotel in downtown Montréal would have toothbrushes for sale.”

“That’s not my point.”

“It was exactly your point,” he hums, packing his used toothbrush in a plastic bag and stuffing it in his bag anyway. Where there’s a toothbrush, there should probably be toothpaste, but he’s banking on someone else to have that.

“You’re insufferable.”

And Sehun smiles, walks over to the phone and picks it up, “You love me.”

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Towards a Cease-Fire

photocreds to @do-kyngsoo​

AU+Trope+Prompt Game Request: College AU, enemies-to-lovers trope, “it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you.”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Word Count: ~1400

A/N: I wrote some soo content at last @baekislub​ @baek-byunies​ @kyungseokie​ be proud of me ;A;

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1,9,30 with baekhyun please

roommates!au + strangers to lovers trope + “need any help with that?” w baekhyun

when you put up the ’roommate wanted’ sign around your neighborhood, you hadn’t expected anyone like baekhyun to show up.

before deciding on baekhyun, you had a few people apply to be your roommate. you met up with them at cafes to screen them to see if they were okay to take in. the first few had been strange but one of them seemed normal enough. if you hadn’t waited to message them, you would’ve ended up with them as your roommate.

but then baekhyun showed up.

you met at a bakery this time, wanting a change of scenery. when he showed up, you had to physically pick your jaw up from the ground. you were no longer focused on the scene around you.

he was gorgeous and you were confused. why would a guy like this apply to your roommate ad? he could easily manipulate some older lady to get him a house by showing her some kind of romantic attention.

but pushing your thoughts aside, you decided to go on with the ‘interview’. during the meeting, he was the most reasonable candidate of them all. he showed you that he was able to clean, cook, and even knew how to have fun. by the end of the meeting, you both knew that he was your new roommate. there was no doubt about it.

while rooming with baekhyun, you noticed little antics of his randomly. like, while he would do the dishes, he would hum a little song to himself. and when he would do something that got on your nerves, he would wiggle his way out of trouble by acting cute. the more you found out about him, the more you realized that you had growing feelings for him.

once it really hit you that you had a huge crush on your roommate, everything changed. you started to be more cautious around him, not wanting him to find out about your feelings. whenever he would try to act cute around you, you’d avert your eyes and wave him off without a reaction.

you just needed to hold off until you found a way to get rid of your feelings.

but how?

as you came back down to reality, you thought long and hard about what you would do. maybe you should go clubbing. that’s usually what people do to get over someone.

you nodded to yourself while doing the dishes, that was your answer. as you finished with your task, you started to dry the dishes. usually, baekhyun would help you dry them, but he wasn’t home so you did them yourself.

as you were finishing up, putting them into the cabinets when they were fully dry, you realized you didn’t know when baekhyun would be back home. he told you he was going to visit a friend but never gave you a time for when he’d be back.

you shrugged it off. it was better than him being home though. at least you wouldn’t have to pretend you didn’t have feelings for him when he wasn’t here.

as you grabbed the last dish, a tupperware bowl, you opened the cabinet to put it up but saw there was no more room where you could reach.

you frowned, standing on your tiptoes to try to reach the higher shelves but to no avail.

jumping up to try to throw the dish up there, you heard a chuckle from behind you.

“need any help with that?” you heard baekhyun offer.

at this point, you just wanted the dish up there. “yes please,” you sighed, handing the dish to him and moving to get out of his way. but before you could fully move, he stepped in your way, blocking you from leaving.

reaching up and placing the bowl on the highest shelf, he looked back down at you and you realized your faces were a lot closer than you thought.

“baekhyun, you’re really close,” you mumbled, feeling your heart speed up with the way he was looking at you.

he smiled, “what about it? does it make you feel a certain way towards me or something?”

“i—” you cleared your throat, “no. of course not. i just have to wash my hands and you’re in my way.”

as you stepped around baekhyun, you caught the frown placed on his face. “really, y/n? you’re still pretending you don’t like me?”

your heart stopped. “pretending i what?”

he scoffed, “don’t act like it isn’t true! i know you like me!”

you turned toward him to see that his frown had deepened, “do you have proof?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i don’t need proof. your actions say it all.”

you let out a shaky breath, trying to act like your brain wasn’t screaming at you to run away from this situation, “i don’t like you, baekhyun. it would just be awkward if i did—”

you were interrupted by him letting out a whine and shaking his arms by his side, “come on, y/n! just date me already! i’m tired of waiting!”

your mouth, once again, fell open because of byun baekhyun, “what do you mean, ’you’re tired of waiting’?”

“it means exactly what it means! now come on and date me so i can cuddle you while i play video games.”

before you had even registered it, he took your hand and led you to the living room, where his gaming system was already set up.

he looked over at you, letting a small, mischievous smile slip onto his lips, “since you aren’t pulling away, i’ll take this as you agreeing to be my girlfriend! now come on, i have a winning streak to earn.”

for the rest of the night, it had sunk in that you were now baekhyun’s girlfriend. he told you about how he found out and how happy it made him feel. while he was entertaining you with his words, you marveled in the sweet feeling that the word 'roommate’ now had to you. you were glad you made the right decision when picking your roommate.

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8 6 8 with chanyeol please!

college!au + fake dating trope + “wait, wait. say that again. please.” w chanyeol

as big of a bookworm as you were, you knew fake dating the cutest guy in your class was going to be a bad idea, but you couldn’t help the situation. you were caught in a lie and he was the only guy around. you were just surprised that he went along with your lie.

now here you were two months later, still in a fake relationship but with genuine feelings added into the mix. you were a mess.

especially today. today, you had a test in all of your classes and you had been up until four in the morning studying for each one. chanyeol had tried to meet up with you in the morning so you both could get breakfast together but you had declined so you could get a few more moments of sleep. after that, you were off to your classes.

during the tests, it felt like your stress levels were shooting through the roof. the lack of sleep you got was also catching up to you so when you were met with a hyper chanyeol after you finished your last test, you felt like you were going to crash with stress.

“since you didn’t get to have breakfast, why don’t we get a big lunch? i’ve been looking at this sandwich place up the street and it looks really good! if you don’t want sandwiches, maybe we could get pizza? i’ve been craving pizza too so i’m fine with either one. actually, i saw a grill place around here too. we could go there—”

“chanyeol. please,” you interrupted, stopping outside of the building entrance.

concern soon crossed his features. “hey, you okay?” he asked, bending slightly to get a better look at you and getting closer to you as a result. you couldn’t hold it in. you were overloaded.

“no, i’m not okay. i’ve only had an hour and thirty minutes of sleep today and i just finished taking three tests back to back that i’m pretty sure i’ve failed! not to mention, you’re bursting with energy and you’re talking fast and i can’t keep up. you’re just rambling about what food we can eat but you’re really close and i keep thinking about how much i like you because of how close you are. and then i haven’t even eaten anything since yesterday afternoon so i feel like i’m gonna fall out—”

by the time chanyeol interrupted you, you were out of breath.

“wait, wait. say that again. please.”

you raised a brow, hesitating a bit, “i.. haven’t eaten since yesterday?—”

“no, not that,” he shook his head, pausing for a moment, “although that is bad, but the one before that. you… what?”

you averted your eyes, choosing to look at the floor instead.

“y/n,” you heard chanyeol call you, “did you say you like me?”

swallowing roughly, you spoke up, “sorry.”

“what? no! don’t be sorry,” he turned you toward him, “y/n, look at me.” you decided to keep your gaze on the ground, too afraid of what his expression was. you heard him sigh, adding a small ‘please’ to his request.

reluctantly, you raised your head to look at him but instead, you were met with his lips on yours. as quickly as it had happened though, it had stopped. he pulled away from your face with a smile, “i like you too.”

shock took over your features, “so, does this mean that we aren’t fake dating anymore?”

chanyeol threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as he started walking again, “honestly, i stopped seeing this as a fake relationship a week into it.”

you gasped, making him let out a hearty laugh, “as your now official boyfriend, i would like to take you out to lunch. i’m starving and i know you are too.”

“well, i can’t say no to that. especially when you’re the one offering,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he lead you both off campus. you’d worry about those tests later. for now, it was time to focus on your new boyfriend.

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Thank You For Staying With Me

❖ EXO, D.O.

❖ Fluff

❖ wc: 476

For: @kpoploveri​ @army-igot7aghase​ @kpopstreeanon​

“Thank you for staying with me.”

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You were sick. Not just with a cold, but with a fever, cough, sore throat, headache - the whole nine yards. You were laying in bed, surrounded by water bottles and tissues and whatever medicine you’d been able to find as you crawled out of bed that morning. You were currently asleep, exhausted from the sickness. 

D.O. was really worried. Usually, you message him when you wake up, so he knows you’re doing okay. But it was the middle of the afternoon and he hadn’t heard from you. Thankfully he was able to get out of practice earlier that day, and he immediately headed to your place. He had to make sure you were okay. 

He opened your door with his key that you’d given him, and quickly made his way around your home, searching for you. He found you laying in bed, asleep. He immediately placed his hand on your forehead, feeling how warm you were and figuring out that you were pretty sick. He thought about what he was gonna do, then quickly made his way back to your front door and outside. His first stop was to a pharmacy, grabbing any medicine that he could think of that would help you. His next stop was a convenience store to grab some of your favorite snacks to cheer you up. And his last stop was to the grocery store so he could pick up the ingredients for your favorite meal. 

When he comes back to your home, he drops off the medicine and snacks on an empty part of the counter and immediately starts cooking, that way you’ll have a good meal when you wake up. 

You wake up and are a little concerned when you hear movements in your kitchen. You slowly get up from your bed, not worried about the mess you made by flinging your blankets off of your body. You carefully make your way to your kitchen, smiling slowly as you see your boyfriend standing in your kitchen and cooking. You coughed, causing D.O. to turn around and see you standing there. He quickly rushed to your side, checking your temperature with his hand and guiding you to the table, making you sit down before grabbing medicine and handing it to you. He turned back to the stove, making two plates of food so you could eat together. You hardly did anything, D.O. taking care of everything and of you. 

He ends up staying for the rest of the day, taking care of you, making sure your drinking plenty of water and taking all of your medicine. As you were laying back in bed for the night, D.O. tucking you in for the night, you looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”

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Get on the Bed~ A EXO Sehun Drabble

“Did you shower? Are you wearing lingerie? If the answer is yes then get on the bed!” your friends’ words ringing loudly across your phone both made you laugh and want to hide in a hole.

“I’m trying to pick an outfit for the dinner not trying to fuck my best friend!” you protested throwing the dress down upon the bed revealing the black thigh high stockings and garter belt with beautiful matching panties and bra. What you couldn’t have seen is your door in the corner opening to reveal said best friend. His eyes widening at the words leaving your lips and the stunning sight before him. 

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