kangtaehyunzzz

[kangtaehyunzzz]

Nanami doesn't understand Minecraft. The appeal. The garish colors, the jagged edges. A sky made of squares, a sun that moved in awkward, ticking motions. (Something you claimed to be lag?) It was like staring into a world that hadn’t finished rendering. No plot. No rules. No real purpose. Just…blocks.

He had better things to do. Things with structure, routine. A glass of wine, a warm light, a novel in hand. You tucked into his side while he read aloud, your body slowly going slack with sleep, trusting him to hold you there.

That was comfort. That was meaningful. Yet, when you’d asked him to play, with your voice bright and teasing and just a little hopeful, he didn’t say no. Your pout being rather convincing.

“The movie’s coming out soon,” you’d said. “You can’t go in blind.” “Ten minutes,” you’d bargained, tugging on the sleeve of his linen shirt. “Just ten.”

So here he was.

The gentle sound of footsteps in grass tapped from the speakers - flop, flop, flop. He moved through a clumsy world, bumping into trees, accidentally crafting buttons instead of planks. A cow lowed in the distance, slow and strangely calming. Nearby, soft music drifted in, simple piano notes, echoing into the abyss of the lonely world.

Nanami narrowed his eyes. He hated how his character’s arms flailed when he walked. Hated how the pickaxe floated in midair, like it wasn’t even touching anything. The game defying the natural laws. Was deforestation what you called a good time?

But you were leaning into his side now, draped in the oversized cardigan he’d folded over the couch for you. Your head rested on his shoulder, your body warm against his, legs tucked under you like a sleepy cat. You were watching him, tired, content, eyes starting to flutter closed.

He pressed another key.

The sound of mining echoed - chink, chink, chink. Stone cracked apart in perfect cubes - plop, plop, plop. Gathering each one carefully. When he’d collected enough, he opened the building menu, fingers moving slower now, searching through the recipes.

If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. Loading minecraft wiki on a tab.

The house came first. Something modest but stable. No asymmetry. No ugly floating roofs like the ones you’d shown him with pride earlier that day. He used cobblestone for the frame, added a wooden roof and glass windows, and placed lanterns precisely two blocks apart along the walls.

Inside, he built shelves. Lined with books and a small fireplace in the corner. The fire crackled, low and soft, pixel sparks dancing upward. The sound of it mixed with the slow, soothing soundtrack and the gentle sounds of squids swimming (more like dying) on the beach.

He planted wheat outside on a grass patch. A small, efficient garden. You claimed there was carrots, potatoes, beets. A search for another day.

And when he found a cat - tiny, pixelated, meowing once with a high-pitched chirp - he coaxed it inside with fish and told it to sit by the fire.

You shifted against him, murmuring something soft, unintelligible, your hand unconsciously finding his and curling around it.

His chest ached.

This game…wasn’t so pointless after all.

It wasn’t about the blocks. It was about the quiet in-between. The safety. The fact that he could create a space just for you, even in this ridiculous little world. A place where the light never went out and the cat always waited by the fire.

Nanami glanced down at your sleeping form, thumb brushing your knuckles.

You deserved that.

You deserved everything.

“…You’re lucky I love you,” he said softly, kissing the crown of your head, barely above a whisper. The cat let out a quiet mrrp. Nanami, with a ghost of a smile, planted a flower by the window.

[kangtaehyunzzz]

NO BC u r so right wishies r our group:( ngl im proud like finally a group i introduced u to !!!!!! :D bc i just know so many great groups bc of u and finally i hit uno reverse AND im so so happy to see that u love them as much as i do:( also brb i give up im gonna download dc on my phone again bc i miss u terribly i need my daily dose of zanna NEOOWWW!!!! do i need to sleep. yes. but who cares !!!!

APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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genre fluff , husband!shinyu x fem!reader   cw food , not proofread   wc 651   request @blue-jisungs for shinyu + burnt toast for the 3k event   note this took so long to write cries. i think i rewrote this 3 times at least and finally decided i was done and tired w it so posting it now </3   net @kstrucknet @daydreamnet

You watched Junghwan sheepishly shuffle into your bedroom from under the covers, a breakfast tray in his hand and the smell of coffee and syrup drifting your way. He seemed completely unaware that you were awake yet. The sight was endearing. He was in his baggy sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt, carefully placing the tray down on the side table and breathing a simple sigh of relief. Sometimes, on mornings like this, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that it had already been six months since your wedding.

You always dreamed of getting married when you were little, and when you first met Junghwan, you knew he would one day be your husband. But you were still young and navigating your adult life. You didn’t have things figured out, and you certainly couldn’t predict what the future would hold. The one thing you did know, though, was how much you loved Junghwan. Although it felt like yesterday when you were still sitting next to each other in your high school math class, scribbling notes on your graph paper instead of paying attention, you had come a long way the past four years.

You used to impatiently anticipate your adult life back in high school, wishing for your complicated teen years to come to an end quickly. But now that you were in the midst of it all, you could only reminisce how easy everything was back then. There was no pressure to pay the bills and no long work hours that left you exhausted mentally and physically after. Even figuring out what to eat every night had your mind dizzy at times. And you knew Junghwan worked twice as hard to make everything easier on you. 

You weren’t sure what time it was now, and you frankly didn’t care either. It was the weekend, and both of you were off work, which was a luxury you hadn’t had in weeks. It was always one of you that had an early morning shift, even if it was Saturday. But with work the last thing on your mind, the only thought in your head right now was your husband. Simply being able to call him that still made your head spin a bit. A dopey smile grew on your face at the thought and you reached out your hand to grasp Junghwan’s wrist, making his head turn to yours, finally realizing that you were awake.

“Good morning,” you said, staring at him with that lovely grin he would never get tired of seeing on your face. 

“Afternoon,” he corrected, smiling just as widely as you. His hand squeezed yours as he settled on the side of the bed. “I made us breakfast. Or is it lunch? Either way, care for some french toast?”

He grabbed the plate stacked with steaming pieces of fluffy toast, drizzled with maple syrup and berries, and you sat up, salivating at the sweet smell. 

“I burned a few pieces,” he admitted regretfully. “But I’ll eat those ones.” 

“I can barely tell they’re burnt,” you pointed out, finding his thoughtfulness endearing regardless. The first bite of warm cinnamon toast, tart berries, and sweet syrup bursted with flavour in your mouth, and you hummed in satisfaction. 

Junghwan stared at you fondly, committing everything to memory as if the moment was too precious to let it slip away from his grasp. He was always taken by your beauty, whether it was a slow weekend morning or the day of your wedding. You always looked like an angel in his eyes. Your messy hair, bare face, and baggy clothes did nothing to take away from your excited eyes at eating his food, and it warmed his heart knowing you would be there next to him for the rest of his life. You would be a team through all the highs and lows of life. That was marriage, after all. 

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[kangtaehyunzzz]

“you’ve read the page, like, three times.”

fushiguro megumi didn’t look up. “because someone won’t stop staring.”

“i’m not staring.”

a disapproving click of his tongue, “i can feel it. shameless as you are, you’re not even pretending to look away.”

“no, you can’t,” you stretched, muscles tensing up deliciously; your hands flailing right in his line of sight and he leaned back, trying to dodge your flopping limbs, an annoyed grunt escaping him. but when you allowed your body to crumble in on itself, he didn’t move the hand that landed on his knee, right underneath the book he was holding.

fushiguro megumi huffed a sigh, and the dark blue of his eyes fluttered back to his book. his lashes, long and soft the way they shielded his eyes from the sunshine, were catching the light, painted dark with a golden shimmer. his one leg was tucked under him, his one hand propped his head up, fingers buried in his hair. 

his eyebrows slightly furrowed, teeth worrying his lips as he mindlessly picked the skin off his mouth, finally losing himself in the words on paper when you stayed quiet. he shifted slightly to balance the book on his knee, hand turning the page, careful, calm. even though he muttered at you with a tone of voice that suggested irritation, his book was slightly tilted towards you, in a way that made you feel welcome, that made you feel like he liked having you around him.

“you look like the book is making you mad.”

megumi turned another page, blinking, eyebrows drawn together. “that’s just my face.”

you snorted and let your head fall onto the couch, buried in the cushion that smelled like him. his leg comforting against your hand and you could have fallen asleep right then there with the soft inhale and exhale of megumi’s chest, the warm caress of sunshine on your cheek, the silence in the air serene. 

like time suspended, both of you existed here and now. no curses, no teachers, no classmates, just you and him. him and you. 

“read to me?” you asked, voice a bit softer, inquiring, yearning to connect to him, to lose yourself in the way his voice would form syllables, the deep timbre hugging the words close. he knew just how to give soul to the words, how to string them along to form a sentence; when to stop, when to continue, when to give time for its meaning to sicker.

he didn’t answer for a little while, and you didn’t push him to. 

when sleep knocked on your door, trying to settle over you like a thick blanket, that was when his voice infiltrated the space between you both. low, settled, a bit awkward but steady. 

the sun kept dancing over your face to the edge of the couch to the floor, and time kept pretending it didn’t exist. your hand on his leg stayed there, warm, seeking, and he never flinched, never stopped reading. page after page of seemingly boring medicinal properties of tea, yet it came to life with the care that he spilled forth his being.

one hand of his quietly found its way through the strands of your hair.

AUTHOR'S NOTE | for the nonnie, who asked me to write for megumi: i'm working on it!!! you have actually spurred my mind on to do a deep dive into megumi's psyche and,,,, nfgnghnngn so i'm so sorry if it'll take a bit longer. i just!!! have an idea!! and need to put it to paper!!

have this little domestic moment between megumi and yn tho in the meanwhile! :33

[kangtaehyunzzz]

just can’t say no to you | nanami kento

based off a tiktok i saw a long time ago 😭 i just can’t find it

warm bath as the dim lights cast a soft glow across the bathroom, wrapping everything in a calm stillness.

the door creaked open without warning. you cracked an eye open at the sound of something dragging across the floor. a chair. nanami stood there, a laptop in one hand, the other pulling the chair toward him. his robe hung loosely off his shoulders, hair messy, nothing like his usual clean-cut self.

but this was familiar. this was him wanting to be close.

“nana— before you sit, can you grab me that razor?”

he glanced at the cardboard box, opened it, found the razor, and handed it to you without a word. your fingers brushed when you took it.

“here.”

“flights are cheaper today,” he said, settling into the chair, laptop balanced on his legs. “tokyo to barcelona. business class. three hundred off if we book now.”

you hummed, dragging the razor gently across your leg.

“what about their hotels? i want the one with the big windows. more sunlight.”

he shook his head, eyes still on the screen.

“that was the one in lisbon.”

“right,” you murmured, rinsing the blade in the bowl beside you before continuing the same slow motion.

the room fell into a rhythm — the soft clicks of nanami’s keyboard, occasional splashes of water, nothing else.

“we could do both,” he said after a while. “a week in lisbon, a couple days in barcelona.”

he looked up, but your eyes stayed on the razor.

“sounds good to me.” you shrugged lightly. and just like that, he leaned back, fingers moving again. he was booking the flights.

[kangtaehyunzzz]

laying in bed with megumi, your head resting on his chest as you watch him scroll through his phone. every now and then he will scroll past a video he wants to watch and you'll bug him until he scrolls back up so you can see it—mostly all the cat videos that he gets on his explore page now that you're always sending them to him.

but he keeps shifting, almost like he's uncomfortable. and because you don't want to hurt him with your weight on top of him, when he shifts for the fifth time in less than ten minutes, you pop your chin up on his chest and look at him.

"am i too heavy?" you ask, and megumi furrows his eyebrows.

"what? no."

"you keep moving. are you uncomfy? is it because of—"

megumi shuts you up with the roll of his eyes. his jaw ticks in the way it does when he's biting his words back, and he looks up at the roof. with each breath he takes, you can feel his heart thrum in his chest just a little bit faster.

"i just... like being close to you, is all. and i don't know how to ask for what i want."

you prop yourself up a little and swing your leg over megumi to straddle his waist. his hands instinctively find your waist, and you're brushing his spiky hair up and off his forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it.

"wha—"

"that's what you want, right?" you wiggle your eyebrows, peppering kisses over his cheeks, nose, jaw, chin... "to be kissed so much you can't breathe!"

you attack megumi with so many kisses that his attempts to push you off him become futile, and he's left to scrunch up his nose and take the brunt of your desire to smooch. he grumbles, acts like he was going to ask to go get food or something, but you catch the way his cheeks flush and he starts to laugh alongside you.

you really need to teach that boy how to ask for a kiss.

[kangtaehyunzzz]

"i'm gonna get going", wonwoo says as he zips his backpack.

"yeah, okay", but you don't even look at him.

"i'll text you once i get there", he tries out, testing the waters. you still don't look up from your phone.

"okay."

he bites back a laugh by pressing his lips together.

"i'm leaving that book you wanted to read, it's on my desk."

"thank you."

wonwoo knows. he knows you're just trying to play it cool and pretend you're not sad - and maybe ignoring him is the best way -, but he can't buy that today. not today. so he walks up to you, standing in front of you on the couch, his tall and broad frame blocking the light that's coming from the window.

"are you mad at me?", but he knows the answer. not at him, maybe just at korea's government.

you finally look at wonwoo, bright eyes staring at him through your eyelashes. his hair is way too short - vernon's buzzcut kind of short -, his glasses are a bit crooked and he has no business looking that good in a plain black t-shirt.

ugh, damn jeon wonwoo.

"i'm not mad", you sigh. "i'm just..."

you shrug, but he gets the feeling.

"come here, let me say bye to you."

"i don't want to. you're not going anywhere, i don't know what you're talking about. for as long as i'm concerned, you're just traveling with your members for a while."

"that fantasy could easily work if mingyu wouldn't be pesting you while i'm gone", wonwoo chuckles. "but i'll tell him to go easy on you, to indulge you."

you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and hugging wonwoo as tight as you can. i mean, it's not like he's gonna spend years away; you know that as soon as he's finished with training, he'll come back to you (and to mingyu, for that matter). but still, it feels a bit bittersweet, doesn't it?

"call me everyday", you tell him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

"you know i can't, babe. but i'll do my best to contact you."

your tiny and defeated 'okay' makes wonwoo chuckle again. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, letting himself smell your shampoo too. as always, it smells like home to him.

and, fuck, he isn't even out that door yet, but he can't wait to come back home already.

a/n: go and serve well, wonwoo. hope you get to rest a bit, we'll be waiting for you. i love you. ❤️🍒

have you considered tipping me? | ko-fi

[kangtaehyunzzz]

it starts with frustration.

your brows furrow as you stare at the mirror, a tie draped around your neck, hands clumsily fumbling with the fabric. you had watched tutorials, even slowed them down frame by frame, but no matter what, the knot kept turning out lopsided or too loose.

you sigh, trying again. loop over, under, through—

“what exactly are you doing?”

—you panic.

“nothing.” you yank at the tie, intending to rip it off, but in your haste, you only succeed in tightening the mess around your neck. nanami sighs.

“stop.” he steps closer, his hands replacing yours with ease, undoing the disaster you created. “if you choke yourself with my tie, i’m going to be very disappointed.”

you grumble under your breath, avoiding his gaze.

he tilts his head. “why are you practicing with my tie?”

you contemplate lying. saying something like, oh, i was just bored or trying to impress my reflection, but nanami would see right through that.

so, instead, you mumble, “i wanted to learn how to tie it.”

“for yourself?”

“…for you.”

there’s a beat of silence. then, quietly, nanami exhales something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

your head snaps up. “are you laughing at me?”

“not at all.” his voice is as even as ever, but the amused quirk of his lips betrays him. “i just didn’t expect that.”

“forget it,” you huff, reaching up to take the tie back. “i’ll just—”

nanami catches your wrist before you can snatch it away. “no.” he gently pries the tie from your fingers and loops it around his own neck instead. “if you want to learn, let me teach you properly.”

your heart stumbles. “you don’t have to—”

“come here,” he says simply, beckoning you forward.

hesitantly, you step closer, watching as he takes your hands in his, guiding them through the motions—loop over, cross under, pull through. his fingers are warm, his movements slow and patient.

“see?” his voice is softer now, his breath warm against your cheek. “it’s not so difficult.”

you don’t answer right away, too distracted by the way his hands linger over yours, steady and sure. you swallow, heat flooding your cheeks as you look at his handiwork in the mirror. neat, sharp, effortless—just like him.

“…show me again?” you mumble, glancing away.

nanami chuckles, softer this time. “as many times as you’d like.”

[kangtaehyunzzz]

thats my name?

nanami's daughter went through an identity crisis at the age of four.

you were teaching her how to write her own name. she happily exclaimed that she can do it herself, after all papa taught her all the alphabets. she clumsily jot down her supposed name and showed it to you, looking very much proud

suethart nanami

you were confused but told her this was not her name. she looked up at you with confused big doe eyes, the color the same as your husband's

"but thats what papa calls me?"

you chuckled behind your hand and explained to her what her actual name was and how it wasnt sweetheart. she looked so devastated that you almost wanted to rename her.

"no, its sweetheart!"

later that evening, before nanami could even announce he was home and put out his shoes, his daughter went to him running

"papa! whats my name??" she asked very firmly, with arms crossed and brows furrowed

he raised his eyebrow at you to see if it was another tiktok prank where he was supposed to call her 'my princess' (hed gladly do that). you just shrugged your shoulders at him, looking very much done. he fondly huffed, things are always so chaotic with you two, but he wouldnt have it any other way. he smiled softly and patted his baby's fluffy haired head

"sweetheart, at least let me put out my shoes first-"

she cheered happily and threw herself in nanamis arms. out of instinct, he held her, with all the gentleness in the world.

"see mama?? i told you my name was sweetheart!!" she then proceeded to give you a 'i told you so' look

nanami, still very much confused and not out of his shoes looked at you, asking for help. you just sighed heavily

later during dinner time, you and nanami both taught your baby about real names and pet names. she got so pouty after she learnt that her name was neither sweetheart nor baby nor honey, it was taking nanami a lot of willpower to not her rename her sweetheart and bring back her sunny smile. but you reassured her that to you guys she will forever be 'sweetheart'. she lit up at your words and proceeded to happily munch her food

nanami blinked. well that was easy.

tho she had another breakdown when she found out that your name wasnt actually 'my love'.

edit : i have a papa geto work too! pls check it out on my profile!! ty :))

[kangtaehyunzzz]

the car was quiet except for the occasional murmur from yuuji, still high on the anesthesia. you sat in the backseat next to him, your shoulder pressed gently against his head as he leaned into you, his weight relaxed but heavy in a way that made you chuckle softly. nanami, driving in front, glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes soft but amused as yuuji’s words slurred out.

“hey, mom… dad…” yuuji muttered, his voice low and drawn out. his eyelids fluttered open, gaze unfocused, but the grin on his face was pure, contented warmth.

you looked at him, unsure whether to laugh or just smile quietly. “yuuji, we’re not your parents,” you said, brushing a strand of his messy hair from his forehead. “but… we do look after you.”

“yeah,” he mumbled, blinking up at you in a sleepy daze. “you’re like… my mom and dad. i’m safe with you.”

you could feel your heart tighten at his words. even half-conscious, yuuji’s sincerity was clear, and it struck something deep in you. you glanced at nanami, who didn’t meet your eyes but gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his hands steady on the wheel. he’d heard it too.

“you’re always there, like they are,” yuuji continued, his words trailing off as he shifted, settling more into the curve of your shoulder. his breathing evened out, and for a moment, there was only the sound of the car and the steady rhythm of his pulse against your arm.

you reached down, gently brushing your hand through his hair. “we’ll always be here, yuuji,” you said softly, your voice barely a whisper. “whenever you need us. like family.”

his eyes fluttered closed again, a peaceful expression settling on his face. “thanks… mom… dad…” he murmured again, his voice drifting off into sleep.

you glanced at nanami, who was looking at the road but his jaw was tight, a quiet emotion lingering there. it was subtle, but there, and something in you softened further.

as the car rumbled through the streets, you sat there with yuuji nestled close, the weight of his trust, his unspoken affection, making your chest tighten with a feeling you couldn’t quite put into words. it was small moments like this, these quiet, tender ones, that made the world feel a little more right.

[kangtaehyunzzz]

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the soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden warmth over the room. you stirred first, stretching slightly before turning onto your side to face the boy beside you.

leehan was still fast asleep, his hair tousled against the pillow, his breathing slow and even. his lips were slightly parted, brows relaxed, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, like he was lost in a sweet dream. he looked so peaceful, so utterly adorable.

you couldn’t resist.

leaning in, you pressed the softest kiss to his cheek. nothing. not even a twitch. you tried again, this time brushing your lips against the tip of his nose. he scrunched it slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but still didn’t wake.

biting back a laugh, you trailed kisses across his face—his forehead, his other cheek, the corner of his mouth—each one light as a feather.

finally, he stirred, a quiet hum vibrating in his throat. his brows knitted slightly before his eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

“morning?” his voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. his gaze was still unfocused, but the moment he saw you hovering over him, a sleepy smile curled at his lips.

“you wouldn’t wake up,” you murmured, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead as he blinked sluggishly, eyes adjusting to the soft morning light.

leehan hummed, voice thick with sleep. “so you decided to kiss me awake?”

you nodded, pressing another small kiss to his temple. “did it work?”

he exhaled a quiet laugh, his hand searching for yours beneath the covers, fingers curling loosely around it.

“maybe…” he mumbled, his voice dipping into something fonder. “try again?”

you laughed, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned in once more.

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[kangtaehyunzzz]

⼺　BABY FEVER　( エンティーム )

genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs)   cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread   wc 1170   request no   note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :(   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids

but his true form is a goofy dad

will match his childrens energy 200%

always making silly faces and getting them to laugh

would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc

all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little

there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older

from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids 

he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!

would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active 

and he will never miss a game

his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion

he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well

his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy

pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys

his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things

frankly fuma is out of control with it

his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles 

he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something

seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm

you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables 

although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health

and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick

he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats

speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(

he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son 

very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is

raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth

has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things

because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things

nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has

this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son

always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well

every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal

because to nicholas, it is

every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest 

he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends

will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain 

even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together

he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

girl dad in the house

his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones

and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason

points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad

euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time

he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter

he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears

he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms

loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies 

tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success

but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her

reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together

loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics

peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit

she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident

every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother

you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness

yuma is convinced it was partly you as well

either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work 

fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time

gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend

whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave

but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers

 it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already 

despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond

and he would protect her from anything 

he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well

although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons

yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly

and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)

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Random Texts with bf!jisung

content: random texts that bf!jisung sends you :)

warnings: mentions of nausea and throwing up (in a joking manner), mentions of violence and death (in a joking manner), insinuation of past toxic relationships (poor chenle)

a/n: i love jisung so much :( sentimental boy

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sitting shotgun

got me feeling romantic

changmin x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k, tags: neighbor!changmin, slight age difference (reader is 3yrs younger), late night car rides, jealousy, confessions, reader is a brat but changmin is downbad anyway, SFW, warnings: alcohol consumption

listen to: michele lu - shotgun

a/n: @blizzardfluffykpop you obvsly already read this bc you have bestie privileges but lemme dedicate this to you anyway bc you love your kyu car rides 🫶🏻

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You can feel Changmin’s eyes on you from across the room, but you don’t do him the favor of looking his way. Not when he’s basically left you to fend for yourself the moment you’ve arrived at his friend’s house, not when he’s been busy all night catching up with whoever that girl at his side was. It’s not like you have any kind of claim on him, you’re not his girlfriend after all. If anything, he probably thinks of you as a younger sister or the kid from next door, even when you’re barely three years younger than him. Still, he brought you along tonight, just to ditch you the second you walked in. And that is reason enough to get upset in your book. So, instead of meeting his gaze, you lean a little further into Eric’s side, giggling at his silly antics. You don’t need Changmin to enjoy yourself at this party, nor do you need him to babysit you. 

“Do you want a new drink?” Eric whisper-yells into your ear so you can hear him over the music, his lips close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. He gestures to your empty cup and you nod with a sweet smile, letting him take it away to get you a refill. You lean against the wall as you wait for him to come back, suddenly feeling how buzzed you already are, the party turning into a bit of a blur in front of your eyes, so you just close them.

“Y/n.”

Your eyes snap back open, but it’s not Eric standing in front of you. It’s Changmin.

“I think it’s time to go home, hm?” He’s calm, he always appears calm in situations like this, but you know him well enough to see the underlying tension in his jaw. He’s pissed off.

“No.” You don’t meet his gaze, a pout on your lips as you demonstratively turn your head away from him. “I’m only just getting started. I’m still dancing.” Despite wanting to put on a tough front, you can’t stop your curious eyes from glancing over to him to check his reaction. He’s visibly annoyed, pushing his tongue into his cheek and tilting his head. “I could see that,” he says, “But you’re only dancing when you’re not sober.”

“A little more isn’t going to hurt,” you counter, hand snatching the solo cup from the hands of an unsuspecting Juyeon who conveniently happens to walk by. Before you can raise it to your lips though, Changmin has already taken it away again, placing it back into the original owner’s hands. “Come on, y/n. Let’s get you home.”

You still want to protest, you’re still not done throwing your little tantrum, but his voice is different now, caring and almost sweet, and it leaves you unable to refuse again. “Fine,” you relent, and then, just to add some kind of condition, you add, “but I’m sitting shotgun.”

He huffs a laugh as he leads you towards the door, “Well, I wasn’t going to let you drive.” 

When the cold night air hits your face you regret dressing so lightly, but Changmin already has his jacket draped around your shoulders before you can open your mouth to whine about it. It smells like him and you’re immediately tucking yourself into it, pulling up your shoulders so you can bury your nose in the collar. You feel him looking at you but he doesn’t say anything else as you make your way to his car. He opens and closes the passenger door for you before he gets in himself. He’s about to buckle up when he spots the way you’re still just sitting there, cuddled up in his jacket, not showing any intention to put on your seat belt.

“You’re such a handful, you know that?” he shakes his head with a sigh, but he still leans over to buckle you up, the proximity making your heart race. 

When he starts the engine, his phone automatically connects to the speakers, soft music filling the small space. 

“I don’t like this,” you say, not because it’s true, but because you want to act petty, to punish him for ignoring you earlier and giving all his attention to some other girl. You know you’re being a nuisance, you know you’re being childish, too, even when a kid is the last thing you want him to see in you. But you can’t stop yourself from acting spoiled with him. Maybe because he lets you. Maybe because he still indulges you, even when he acts all annoyed. He indulges you now, too, letting his phone fall into your lap before he pulls out of the parking lot. “Put something else on, then.”

You feel a little smug as you unlock it, the code still the one you set up when he got the phone, your birthday, because you’re the most important person in his life, right? You remember him clicking his tongue as he told you how annoying you are, and yet he kept it, even now when his phone is far from new with the crack in the screen and the worn out edges. You aimlessly scroll through his music, unable to find what you’re looking for, because you’re not looking for anything at all. Eventually you just turn the music off completely and set his phone aside.

“Couldn’t find anything?”

“Your music sucks.” 

“Sure.” He huffs a laugh again, and you like that he isn’t getting offended, but at the same time it feels as if he’s treating you like a kid again.

“I liked the music at the party,” you say, knowing exactly where you’re going with this, “Eric made the playlist.”

“Eric, huh?”

“He’s good at beer pong, too.”

You see the way his jaw is tensing, but he’s keeping his eyes fixed on the road. “You must’ve had a hell of a good time with him.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “He’s funny and he’s sweet, too. He drank for me and he danced with me and he made me laugh. I had so much fun,” you recount, exaggerating just to get under his skin. “And he said I’m pretty.”

“Great,” Changmin replies curtly, and you know you’re teetering on the edge of something here, of pushing him a little too far. For a moment you watch Changmin drive in silence before you turn your gaze to the deserted road that’s illuminated by the traffic lights ahead. You watch as the green light turns yellow and you feel the car slowing down.

“I wanted it to be you, though,” you mumble, your voice barely audible even with the liquid courage spurring you on, “I wanted you to be sweet to me and drink for me and make me laugh. I wanted you to tell me I’m pretty.” You swallow around the lump that has formed in your throat. “I wanted it to be you,” you repeat.

Changmin stops at the red light, cutting the engine and letting the car get swallowed up in silence. You bite your lip, kinda regretting your moment of vulnerability, kinda regretting your little tantrum from before too. He must be thinking about all of this as the actions of a spoiled kid that can’t handle not being the center of his attention. And he’d have a point.

When you finally dare to glance over, the stop light is casting his face in a red glow that almost makes it look like his cheeks are flushed. Of course it isn’t like that, you know that. He isn’t the kind of person who’d get flustered over silly little confessions, especially not coming from you. This is Changmin after all. But just for a moment it’s nice to pretend that you could draw that reaction out of him, that perhaps you’re more to him than a spoiled kid he looks after, that perhaps your birthday unlocking his phone means something. You almost have to laugh at yourself for your stupid delusions that are surely inspired by the alcohol in your system, but then the light turns green and his face still looks flushed. You want to do a double take, make sure you’ve seen right, but he nudges his glasses into place, his hand hiding his cheeks from your inquisitive eyes. You focus back on the road. It must have been your imagination. It must have been.

“It’s green,” you whisper when he still isn’t starting the car, the prolonged silence starting to give you anxiety. “Aren’t you going to go? It will turn red again.”

You hear him sigh deeply but he still isn’t starting the car back up. Instead he lets his forehead fall onto his arms that are resting on top of the steering wheel. The motion makes you look at him again. He slowly turns his head to gaze back at you from below. His hair is tousled and his eyes are dark, even with the light reflecting off them that is turning yellow before it’s back to red. Changmin doesn’t seem to care though. “You drive me crazy sometimes, you know that?” He says, eyes not shying away from you and cheeks still a little flushed. Your own face is heating up too and you’re unable to hold his gaze, so you bury your face back into the collar of his jacket you’re wearing. “Shouldn’t have left me all alone then,” you mumble. 

“It’s not that I’m complaining.”

“You still shouldn’t have.”

“Mhm,” he hums, “I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll be sweet to you next time. I’ll drink for you too. And I’ll tell you you’re pretty.” He pauses and you still feel his gaze on you when he adds, “You’re pretty.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“And if I do?”

You don’t know how to respond. It’s never like this, he never goes this far. He indulges all your silly complaints and moods, but he never implies anything more. 

“Just start the car already,” you stutter as the traffic light is conveniently back to green, Changmin’s car still the only one around.

“Whatever you want,” he replies and you hear the smile in his voice as he finally starts the engine. For a while it’s silent again, but his words keep circling your mind.

“Did you mean what you said?” You eventually dare to ask.

“What about you?” He briefly glances over, “Did you mean what you said? That you wanted it to be me?”

You tilt your head away from him, heart thumping in your chest as you finally nod. When you sneak a peek at him he looks satisfied, a smug smile on his lips that makes his dimple show.

“Yeah,” he replies, “Me too.”

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Maki

You two get outed

Keeping your relationship with Maki a secret had been easy at first. The two of you were already close, so nothing felt out of place when you spent time together. You stole quick moments when no one was looking—brushing hands under the table, exchanging knowing glances, and sneaking off for late-night conversations. It was exciting in a way, your little secret.

But lately, things had become… complicated.

Specifically, because of Harua.

It started with small things. Harua offering to grab drinks for you when everyone was taking a break, sticking by your side whenever you visited the practice room, and even insisting on walking you home after late-night hangouts. You didn’t think much of it at first—Harua had always been kind. But Maki noticed. And as the weeks passed, you could tell it was starting to get to him.

Today, though, was the final straw.

You had come to practice to watch the guys and maybe learn a bit of their choreography for fun. Maki had been keeping an eye on you all evening, his jaw clenched slightly every time Harua hovered too close. But when Harua moved behind you, his hands gently guiding your arms into the right positions for the choreography, you felt the tension snap.

“Harua, back off,” Maki’s voice cut through the room, sharp and sudden.

The entire practice room fell silent. The other members, who had been chatting or stretching, all turned toward the source of the outburst. Harua blinked, startled, quickly stepping back from you.

“Maki?” Taki tilted his head, clearly confused. “Dude, what’s up?”

Maki let out a frustrated sigh before running a hand through his hair. Then, as if he had decided he was done with the secrecy, he stepped forward and grabbed your hand.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

“We’re dating,” Maki announced, his voice firm and unwavering. “That’s what’s up.”

For a second, no one said anything. You felt your heart hammer in your chest, your fingers tightening around Maki’s instinctively. But then—

A loud cheer erupted.

“We knew it!” Yuma grinned, nudging K. “I told you they wouldn’t last a month without admitting it.”

“You guys are the worst at hiding things,” EJ chuckled, crossing his arms.

Your mouth fell open. “Wait—what?”

Fuma smirked. “You really thought you could keep it from us? Maki turns bright red every time you’re in the room.”

Maki groaned. “You guys are so annoying.”

Harua, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly let out a sheepish laugh. “Well… I guess the plan worked.”

You frowned. “Plan?”

The members exchanged amused glances before Nicholas spoke up. “We knew you two were dating, but since you wouldn’t admit it, we figured we’d speed things up a bit.”

“So,” Harua added with a teasing grin, “I was supposed to, you know, make Maki jealous.”

Your jaw dropped. “You were all in on this?”

“Of course!” Taki beamed. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Maki groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “I can’t believe I fell for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing his hand. “Well, at least we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

Maki sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

K clapped his hands together. “Alright, now that it’s official, we need to celebrate.”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Maki muttered, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

And as the others playfully teased you both, you realized that maybe keeping it a secret had been pointless all along. Because in the end, the people who mattered most already knew—and they had been rooting for you from the start.