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luvwoniez · 3 months

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Spontaneity.

Synopsis; What’s life without a little spontaneity? Of course, there’s nothing like midnight convenience store runs with your roommate, Jun.

Pairing(s)/Character(s); Wen Junhui x Reader

Word Count; 1.9k

Genre; Roommates to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff,

Warnings; Fluff, Pre-marital hand-holding

In all the time you lived in an apartment with Jun, restless nights had become a regular occurrence. The first week you two stayed together, he had suggested a night out at a diner down the street. You and your best friend ended up huddling at a booth at the very back of the establishment, laughing over stupid memes you saw online and attempting to shoot french fries into each other’s mouths. By the time you two came home, it was already two in the morning; your companion ended up crashing on his bed right away while you made sure everything was locked.

You still remember how he swayed while trying to find the way back to his bedroom with half-lidded eyes and a brain running on its last two brain cells. It was endearing to say the least, particularly when he begged you to tuck him in after you checked every door and window. You liked to think it was the sleep deprivation that made you give in to his whining, pressing your lips to his forehead tenderly before wishing him a goodnight - and not the blooming feelings in your chest every moment you spent with him.

On another night - that night - you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your room and bored out of your mind. Unfortunately, everyone you knew had been unavailable that Friday; even Jun had yet to come back from practicing at the dance studio he and a few of his friends ran. It was around 7:30pm when he texted you he wouldn’t be home until late, knowing you’d be worried if he hadn’t come home at eight like he usually did. That was four hours ago, and it was just a bit past 11pm.

You groaned, turning over onto your side as you stared at the wall next. You’re greeted by a collage of picture frames containing some of your favorite moments in your life. Your eyes flit across the glass. There were photos of your graduation from university; another of you and your friends when you were in high school; some of just you - and in the center of it all, there was you and Jun looking like that picture-perfect couple you wanted both of you to be.

It was the first day you two moved in together. You two were sat on the beige couch that came from Jun’s old place, your bright green pillows on opposite sides while you two were positioned in the middle - stuck together like glue. Your other friends always said that both of you were like two peas in a pod. Some even hoped that you two would end up together; you did too a little bit, even when you thought it’d never happen.

You sighed as you eyed Jun’s smile. It was taken when he miraculously started growing another tooth after losing one during a performance. He had been so shy to take pictures afterward that it took you every bargaining chip you had just to convince him to take the picture with you. (“Makes it a little more homey,” you shrugged, completely missing the way his eyes sparkled at his home screen after you had sent the very same picture to him. You still didn’t know he printed a copy to put in his wallet, and you still haven’t noticed.)

A buzz from the side of your head brought you back to the present as the little jingle Jihoon made and sent to you rang from your phone. Your hand flailed to your side, grabbing for it before you glanced at the caller ID. It was Jun. You picked up immediately.

“Did I wake you?” Jun’s voice traveled through your ears, and you have never found more comfort than in the way the tone at the end of his sentence was higher out of concern. You don’t miss the awkward chuckle at the end of his sentence. It hadn’t even been a minute since you picked up the call, but your cheeks were already starting to hurt.

You laugh softly, “no, I was awake. Couldn’t sleep.” A low hum came from Jun. “Why are you calling, anyways? Did you lock yourself out again?” There had been instances Jun forgot to take the keys to your apartment, and you had to open the door for him or had him wait for you until you came home on more than one occasion.

“Not this time. I’m on my way back from the studio, and I was wondering…” he trailed.

“Do you wanna go on a convenience store run? I should be there in a few minutes.”

While usually, you’d be too lazy to go out, there was a tenderness in Jun’s voice to which your heart couldn’t help but be stirred. It was as if it was trying to tug you towards him every chance, and you couldn’t blame the way your entire existence had started to crave for him. Plus, it was Jun asking. How could you say no?

“Ok-”

“Great! I’ll wait for you in the lobby! It's my treat, okay?”

It wasn’t long until Jun reached his destination. He tapped his foot against the carpeted floor as he sat on one of the lounge chairs positioned on one side of the lobby. With every open of the metal doors, he silently anticipated your appearance. Every time the contraption let out a ding, his eyes shot from his smartphone to the corner of the room and hoping it might finally be you that came out.

He was staring at a cat video that made him think about what it'd be like to cuddle you with a little furball between you when you finally arrived. You stopped short of a meter in front of him, dressed in nothing more than sweatpants and one of his hoodies he left lying around in the apartment. When he looked up to see you bashfully playing with the strings of his jacket, Jun felt like he lost all feeling in his legs.

"I was too lazy to dig through the closet. It was the first thing I saw. I hope you don't mind."

God, if he wasn't in love with you before, he surely was now.

The convenience store wasn't too far; in fact, it was only a six minute walk from the apartment complex. It was four minutes if you and Jun raced each other - which you did on nights to decide who would treat who (of course, it was Jun who always won. Though, he'd loose on purpose from time to time if only to see you light up the moment you'd gotten your hands on the snack that he'd inevitably would be paying for). The usual bustle of city life had already thinned out just two hours earlier, leaving you two to pass the sidewalk without any danger and laughing all the way until you would eventually reach those glass doors to snack heaven.

You skipped merrily in front of Jun. "How'd practice go?" You questioned, mentally counting each step you took and recounting after loosing track of it. Sometimes, your roommate would notice, and he'd fall into step with you. That alone always made your days a little bit better.

He hummed, jogging right up next to you. His eyes shifted towards his feet for a split second and analyzed your footwork before matching your rhythm - right, left, right, left, right, and left. Jun looked up to you (with all the love in the world, but you never noticed).

"Not too tiring considering we're doing another dance cover. We're hoping to post at least one more in the next few weeks." He explained, recalling the routine he'd just practiced an hour prior. Soonyoung set the goal a week and a half ago after their most recent cover blew up online, and they decided to take advantage of the newfound popularity to advertise the dance studio.

"What's the song? Maybe I'll give it a listen tomorrow if I have the time." Then you'd watch them if you ever decided to drop by next week. Maybe you'd even bring some snacks, knowing they were always starving at the end of their practice.

Jun told you just as you finally stopped in front of the store. The automatic doors sliding open for you to scurry yourselves in and immediately head to separate isles out of muscle memory. Jun watched you from the mirror in the corner, crouching down to swipe a bag of chips. The sight made him smile.

You two reconvened at the register, and after paying, you two ended up outside once more. By then, the air had only become chillier, and it was only then you felt your fingertips feel to frost over. Jun noticed, of course; why wouldn't he? Your fingers started to twitch, your instincts acting immediately and making you pull down the sleeves of the jacket. With how long he spent living with you, picking apart your habits was bound to happen.

"Cold?" He shuffled the paper bag full of your treats onto his left arm as you took the spot to his right. You fidgeted, rubbing your palms against the fabric in an effort to bring them warmth. The way Jun whispered to you with care made your heart rate pick up.

"Yeah, just a little," your cheeks warmed to the notion that he cared enough to tell so easily when you're cold, "I'll be okay though. It'll only take a few minutes until we go back to the apartment."

Jun frowned. Cautiously, his right pinky grazed against your hand. It was only a few seconds, but it sent sparks of electricity straight to his heart. He glanced at your face, wondering if you would pick up on his small attempt to hold your hands. When he found you still continuing on, without such indication that his touch had earned your attention, he almost physically deflated.

Two minutes pass in silence; you two are already halfway back to the apartment. In truth, you did feel his touch, but the way it made your brain blank did little to remedy the overthinking. You pretended like it was no big deal despite the thoughts swirling in your head. Do I hold his hand? Does he want me to?

Stewing in your thoughts doesn't leave you much time because you find yourself back at the entrance of your apartment complex. A part of you feels disappointed at your lack of confidence. Even if you did feel shy, you still wanted to hold his hand. Sure, you've held hands once or twice on other occasions, ones attributed to Jun's slight protectiveness - it's just that something about tonight felt different.

When you crossed the threshold of the elevator, you stared blankly at the doors as they closed. Your tongue felt like lead, the silence still permeating between you.

Then you felt it.

The spontaneous combustion of fireworks in your chest as your heart hammered against your ribcage. Jun had wrapped his hands around your own. Your head snapped up to look at him, his own head turned away from you to hide away his own embarrassment. But the reddening of the tips of his ears easily gave him away. You gave his hand a squeeze, and you leaned a bit closer to his side.

Maybe you could go on more of these spontaneous midnight convenience store runs.

#luv.svt #luv.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #wen junhui x reader #jun x reader #junhui x reader #kpop x reader

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luvwoniez · 3 months

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Flowers for Enhypen.

Synopsis; Seven flowers that represented your special moments with the Enhypen members.

Pairing(s)/Extra(s); Enhypen x GN!Reader (Separate)

Word Count; 4.9k

Genre; Romance, Fluff, Some Non-idol AU

Warnings; Slight angst

—Yang Jungwon. Cattleya

Cute. He’s always been called cute. Usually, Jungwon never minded such a thing; it was a simple compliment with a lot of evidence to back up such an opinion. It was something he accepted gracefully from his family and friends. But there was just something about you calling him cute that made his stomach churn.

Those icky feelings didn’t stop there either. He got it every time you patted his head as you called him adorable (“like a kitten,” you said once. It took everything in him not to hiss at the comment like one). It made his brow furrow and lips pout in annoyance when you treated him as if you two were still the little kids who met each other in kindergarten.

And it only confused him to no end when he felt his heart skip a beat when you asked him to grab something off the top library shelf for you, a winning acknowledgment of the fact that yes, Jungwon had grown into a proper man now. A man worthy of earning your affections and making you feel loved like he’d been planning to since he realized he was in love with you. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by how you still treated him like a brother.

That’s how he found himself confronting you, caging you against the wall with his tall build puffing up and blocking anything else in front of you that wasn’t him. It was uncharacteristic and just the slightest bit uncalled for, yes, but he couldn’t take it anymore with how much you babied him as if he were your little brother and not a guy who was so clearly into you despite his oh-so-obvious attempts to make it known. The cup that was filled with his frustrations was bound to spill over at some point.

His eyes bore into you. Within them, you could catch the mix of impatience, worry, irritation, and– most importantly– affection. The kind that you’ve sworn was just a figment of your imagination: an excuse you told yourself repeatedly because there was no way you should be looking at your best friend the way a lover should. It was risky, and you weren’t just going to sacrifice what you had between you two for a bunch of feelings you were set on ignoring until they faded.

But that proved to be even more difficult than you expected with the way he moved just the slightest bit closer to you, your hands flailing to his shoulders to keep him from coming any nearer and hearing the way your heart beat erratically in your chest. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the broadness of his figure and his towering height. Had he always been like this? You thought. Your mind flashed to the image you had of Jungwon before, the little boy you met so long ago. Now, he had grown– close to enveloping your entire frame if he tried.

“Stop calling me cute. I don’t like it.” Jungwon’s face was dangerously close to yours. His breath tickled your skin as his nose nudged against your own. Your throat felt dry as your eyes fell down to his lips. If he took just one more step, he’d be able to kiss you. Oh God, did you want him to?

—Lee Heeseung. Canterbury Bell

Heeseung has always been thankful for a lot of things in his life. He was thankful for finding his love for music when his parents handed him a mic for the first time. He was thankful he could always ace his music class because of his perfect pitch. He was thankful that he found it in himself to pull through just enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally, he was thankful that you were there for it all.

He could never remember how he met you; he just knew that you’d been in his life for as long as he could remember. Maybe it was because your parents were friends, or maybe it was because your house was right next to his and you attended the same school for years until you graduated from high school. Every time he felt nervous before a performance, he searched for your face in the crowd, knowing you’d be at the front row like you promised.

When Heeseung was bored on a weekend, he would run by the convenience store to buy your favorite snacks before running over to your place and hoping you’d let him in with his humble offering. He would wait for you after class, laughing with you at how some of your classmates made goo-goo eyes at him (“Oh please, they wouldn’t gush over you if they had to wake you up every morning.” You laughed. They wouldn’t, but they’ll never find out. If there’s anyone he wants to wake up to every morning, it’s you).

Life could change at any point, but you and he never would.

Then, college came around. And he found himself coming back to a place that was no longer next to yours. No more seeing you in the crowd when he played for school events, knowing that your smile was the one that calmed him down the best. No more laughing as he walked you home about your peers crushing on him, holding hands as you crossed the street.

No more surprising you with your favorite snack and admiring as your face lit up. No more seeing your face every morning as you dragged him out of bed to get to class in time, wishing one day you’d wake him with a kiss.

The moment his plane landed, he bolted straight to wherever you were. Conveniently enough, you had come along with his mom to pick him up from the airport. He ran straight into your arms, indifferent to the fact that he left his luggage rolling away behind him as Heeseung enveloped you in a hug. He honestly thought he was dreaming. How could he not when your laughter finally rang next to his ears instead of from his phone’s speakers, finally slotting yourself into his hold and filling up that you-shaped hole that he’s had since the first month he was away from you?

“Thank God,” he whispered into your cheek, “I’m home.” Home to you, his constant.

—Park “Jay” Jongseong. Lavender

Jay was a warm-hearted person, the good guy you’ve always dreamt of meeting someday– the one you’d be so excited to introduce to your parents because you know that they’d just love him right away. You’d never met someone so loved and so willing to love others as much as him. You could see it when he cared for the six other boys he considered as his own brothers; when he’d call his mom every few days and remind her that her son would always be there; and when he’d cook your favourite dish when everything became a bit too stressful. There was no one else like him that you’d ever met before.

But there are times when you are truly reminded of how much you just adored him and how he adored you.

You two sat in silence by the window, soaking in the last few rays of sunlight before the sun had retired under the horizon. The hot air from that morning and afternoon had slowly started to dissipate as night claimed the sky little by little, and perhaps you had found yourself settling closer to your beloved. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing you as close to his side as he possibly could. His fingers danced along your sides before pinching your skin. Jay let out a chuckle as you jolted.

Your brows furrowed. Sternly but playfully, you called out to him. “Jay.”

“Yes, lovely?” His eyes were full of mirth, adoringly setting his gaze upon your narrowed eyes looking at him. Even with faux annoyance, you could never stay committed to the act– not when he looked at you like that. His smile didn’t help either. You caved the moment you saw his lips curl upwards, and his expression was only something you could akin to a satisfied cat.

After dropping the act, your countenance had softened once more into contentment. “I think I could sit down here with you all day if I could,” you whispered, “all my life maybe.”

Jay hummed. “I think I could too.” He cleared his throat afterward.

“And it wouldn’t be just that. I think I want to wake up to you every morning every day. I’d even wash the dishes every night and take naps at three in the afternoon on Sunday’s. I’ll go to the vet once a month, pick up groceries every two weeks, and kiss you every night– if that’s what it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Despite the intensity of his confessions, you pulled away from him briefly before leaning into him again and lightheartedly kissing his cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the red on his cheeks was from his confessions; however, you knew better. He’d never be embarrassed to say such things, not when they were the utter truth. Instead, his flustered expression was just a reaction to how you had showered him in simple affections.

You eyed his lips, “if that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it already? My left ring finger’s feeling way too light right n-”

Jay didn’t let you finish. He kissed you before you even could. In that kiss, there were a thousand more words that he wasn’t able to say before. A thousand more promises. A thousand more plans for you and him. But there was only one vow that was communicated to you at that moment.

I am devoted to you and you alone.

—Sim “Jake” Jaeyun. Forget Me Not

It had been approximately three years since you last saw your best friend in person. Three years of texts replied to late into the night. Three years of brief phone calls once every few days. After three years of asking each other, “when will I see you again?” every time things became way too stressful.

You’ve never been more proud of Jake in your life when he told you he got accepted into his dream university. The only problem was it was in Seoul, a city more than seven thousand kilometers away from you. It was hard enough convincing him to seize his chance, even if it meant being away from home for a prolonged period of time. It was even harder seeing him go at the airport, hugging him so tightly for a second longer because it just occurred to you that your best friend wasn't going to be physically beside you during a time when you felt like you needed him the most.

The hardest thing about it though? Being in love with him since your childhood and wondering if he was in love with someone else as much as you were with him. While you weren't outwardly vocal about your curiosity, you always asked him if he'd gone on any dates or found anyone of his recent acquaintances cute– all of it under the guise of being his best friend instead of someone who's been in love with him for a greater part of your life. Even now as you video-called each other on a Friday night after a week that left both of you unable to communicate from packed schedules.

You watched Jake tap his pen against his desk, jolting his phone and leaving the image of him shaky on your end.

"Can you tell me again why you decided to call me on a Friday night while you're doing schoolwork?"

"Our professor gave us a problem set, and I'm doing it early to free my schedule on Sunday. Except I don't want to do it while I'm alone–" he huffed, carelessly throwing his pen onto the desk surface with a small thud– "and I miss you."

You ignore the last part of the statement for the sake of your sanity. If you didn't, your face would heat up to concerning temperatures and your heartbeat would be too loud in your eyes for you to properly listen to Jake. Despite that, nothing could dissipate the fluttering in your stomach or stop the air being taken from your lungs. You only rolled your eyes. Catching the movement, he let out a gasp of fake offense.

You smiled dearly at him. "Jake, you'll just get distracted by calling me– don't even deny it; I've known you for more than ten years now. Plus, shouldn't you be going out and socializing right now with friends? I don't know, maybe eating out or going to a party? Usually, college students spend their Friday night with plans, y’know?”

“Unless–”

“Don’t even insinuate that I don’t have friends! I do, and I’ll gladly let you know that their names are Jay and Sunghoon.”

As you watched him fidget in his seat, your heart warmed. It might not have sounded like it, but Jake tended to be shy at times. You could still remember his seven-year-old self reaching for your hand when he got too anxious to talk to some of the teachers at school. Knowing he had friends to check up on him when you couldn’t was a reassuring thought.

“Replacing me already?” You faked sadness, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead dramatically, which he quickly denied while placing his face as close to the propped-up phone as possible.

“I could never! You’re literally my favorite person in the whole world!”

“Besides, I wanted to make plans with you anyways,” he leaned back on his chair with that charming smile you always lit up seeing. You’ve seen it more times than you could count, but it never failed to remind you just how far your affection for him has reached. “I actually wanted to spend time with you earlier, but we were both busy.”

You hummed at that.

“I remember just how great it feels to talk to you after a hard day. I just know everything bad is over when you’re with me.”

Just like that, he stole your heart again. Only this time, you hoped he knew that he did. By the way your chest felt like it was about to burst, the way your hands clammed up, and the way your lips lifted into a crooked grin. It felt unfair that he could turn your world upside down as easily as he did. It would take you a minute before you could even say anything.

“When will you be home again?”

“Sooner than you know it,” he answered– to which you let out a small laugh through your nose.

“Better be, you dork. I miss you.” And you weren’t aware of it, but on the other end of the line, Jake could only think: I miss you more.

—Park Sunghoon. Agapanthus

When asked if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than being on the ice, he’d say there was nothing– which would be a complete lie. Anyone who knew you would know that because if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than figure skating, it was you. You were the only reason he ever liked going to practice early in the morning.

The early morning chill had just started to settle upon him when he trudged across the parking lot to the doors of the arena as quickly as he could. He felt relief and warmth as he went past the glass doors and into the well-heated building. The person behind the desk by the entrance simply nodded at him, already used to seeing his face for the past five years. The reprieve of heat would only be short-lived, however, because Sunghoon would soon find himself in his training clothes and standing next to the ice rink.

His brows were knitted together, but his face was stiff; it took everything in him not to make his sour mood so obvious, but there was only so much Sunghoon could do to hide his ever-growing annoyance at the insistence of morning practice. Even when he bunched himself up in all the layers he could take with him, it could never stop the way the cold always nipped at his skin or the fact that he couldn’t even take a nap (or else he’d be scolded for the third time that week for dozing off). Of course, that didn’t stop his eyelids from drooping once, then twice. Finally, Sunghoon slowly started to drift off to sleep on one of the seats.

It was the ruffling of fabric that would rouse him. Blinking awake, he was greeted by the blurry sight of a figure standing over him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have to get onto the ice now. Have you stretched yet?” You laughed. Sunghoon would be quick to compose himself out of his dazed state. If you were to be honest, it made you think about how a drunk man would look like trying to sober up. He nodded afterward.

Sunghoon brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the sleep with his palm. “God, I hate morning practice.” The boy sat up straight, and you both made your way onto the ice.

“Yeah, but you still go anyway.” Only because he gets to see you.

Still suffering from the effects of tiredness, he ended up lightly bumping into you as you both tried passing through the gate. Sunghoon’s arm brushed up against yours, and his cheeks tinged red at the feeling of his skin coming into contact with you. He immediately let out an apology before letting you pass through. He stood there, waiting, until he felt something grasp his wrist.

You pulled him with you, and the force had him ungracefully stumbling onto the ice. The surprise of it all and the struggle to balance himself made his eyes widen. If his face was red before, he was sure he looked like a strawberry by now. Sunghoon just hoped you thought it was the cold instead of the fact that you grabbed onto him.

You two glided smoothly across the cold surface by muscle memory, but your hold on him never faltered. You simply continued to pull him along. “Finally awake?” The way you grinned at him made him gulp. “Y-yeah,” was the only thing he could choke up. Feeling you so close and seeing the joy on your face made his heart thump in his chest, so much more than when he would compete. You let go of him, letting him slide to a stop while you stayed in motion. You circled around him, looping twice before taking off. Sunghoon watched you round the rink before taking off into a waltz jump (as a warm-up, he assumed). Your time in the air was fleeting, and the jump itself wasn’t impressive, but it was enough for him to glimpse you in all your beauty as he stood there motionless. He was never going to tell you, and if you ever found out, he’d curl up into a ball and lock himself away in his room– but you’d always be his favorite way to start the day.

—Kim Sunoo. Aster

Sunoo always spent his summers with his grandmother– and by extension you, the kid who lived right next door. For those few weeks when he was away from the big city, he lived in the countryside. You two spent your days rolling in the grass, catching bugs, and playing under the sun. When the sun began to set, you’d run home and get scolded for getting your clothes dirty. After getting ready for bed, you’d call him from your window adjacent to his, and you’d say your goodnight’s before doing everything all over again. As you grew older, your schedule changed, but you always stayed together. By the time you were both teenagers, most of your hours playing had evolved into reading each other’s favorite books, having picnics on good days, and sneaking out to watch the stars.

The summer you were both fifteen, Sunoo (like always) spent his summer with you. It was a sunny day as you sat under the shade of a large tree. A cool, grey blanket was spread underneath you; snacks of all kinds littered it. Right in the middle of it all, Sunoo sat cross-legged as you braided his hair. It had grown long enough when his summer vacation started, and he told you he opted to cut it right before school started. That left you with enough length to make him eligible to become your personal doll.

“Ow! Don’t tug too much,” he whined, and you only huffed. “It hurts, you know!”

“It’s because you keep scooting away while I’m braiding. Of course, it’ll hurt.” Your brows furrowed in concentration. Your giggles followed after, and you knew it was because Sunoo was pouting even if you couldn’t see his face.

A breeze tickled your legs, and the leaves above you danced along with it. Silence settled upon you and your companion. It was a comfortable one, one you were more than used to with all the time you spent with him. However, you knew that something else was boiling right under the facade of a completely normal day, and it was already starting to seep onto the surface.

You opened your mouth, “I know it’ll be your last summer here for a while.” Sunoo stiffened, but you continued on playing with his locks. “I overheard Grandma talking with your mom on the phone. She said you were going to have to focus on your studies more, now that high school is going to start.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Sunoo sighed. Another silence. Then the bob of his Adam's apple. “I was going to tell you the last day… so you wouldn’t be sad. It won’t be my last visit here– I know it won’t be! We can always contact each other through our phones too, but I just didn’t want this summer to end feeling like I was saying goodbye.”

You smiled at that. Sunoo was always so sweet. Out of all your friends, Sunoo was the most caring. He was also the one who understood you the best, even if he did live so much farther away than everyone else you knew. He knew you’d just feel depressed knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him so much less than you already do; that, and you were never good at goodbyes. Every time he had to go home, you cried without fail. No matter how much you assured him that you weren’t going to cry this time, tears would start sliding down your cheeks.

There was another unnerving silence, but you were still there. He could still feel your fingers fiddling. You were mad– he could tell– but you weren’t showing it at all. Typically, you’d start to lash out at him, being stubborn or just a bit aggressive. It was your defense mechanism, something that wouldn’t betray the hurt piercing your chest and instead swap it with anger. Were you so mad as to stay speechless?

When he felt your hands start to retract, he panicked and turned around. He wasn't greeted by the sight of your crying face, eyes red and cheeks wet. Instead, you only sweetly smiled at him. You slipped a mirror into his palm, making sure he held it up near his face. Sunoo could spot a splotch of purple just by the side of his head. As he turned his face to the left, a flower peeked at him.

“Do you know what those are, Sunoo?” He shook his head. “Those are asters. I don’t know if they’re as common in the city as they typically are here, but I hope that every time you see one, you’ll think of us.”

“I’ll miss you so much, Sunoo.” Your eyes may not have shed tears, but his certainly did that day. He’d never forget what happened that sunny afternoon. Maybe that’s why even five years later, he’d think of asters, and he’d think of all the summers and all the moments you’ve shared. He’d think about every time you’ve laughed and cried. He’d think about the time you both ran across your grandma’s house and got scolded. He’d think about the time you two biked up all the way up a hill to watch the sunset. He’d think about your smiles and your crying face. He’d think of your laughter and your green overalls. He’d think of you. Each time, without fail.

— Nishimura "Ni-ki" Riki. Viscaria

1, 2, and 3, and 4– Ni-ki stared at himself in the mirror, his body rolling against the groove of the music in the background. He’d been at it for hours. That was evident by the shake in his muscles and fatigue in his bones– 5, 6, and 7.

Still, he’d practiced the routine for the hundredth time that day.

He kicked his foot up, swerving himself into a new position. One that evidently took more energy than the last. His arm had collapsed, unable to support his weight any longer after it had tired out, which led to Ni-ki flopping onto the polished floors. The boy stared at the ceiling, chest heaving with every second.

“And eight,” he grimaced as his limbs screamed for reprieve.

He stayed that way for a few more minutes to catch his breath. The beat of the speakers sent vibrations to his head, which he welcomed deeply as it calmed the pulsating adrenaline in his system. Sweat dripped down his face, wetting his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his abdomen. It felt uncomfortable, and he made a mental note to shower as soon as he finished. Despite being used to it, he never truly liked the way sweat made him feel icky.

He closed his eyes. That’s when he heard the squeak of the door as it opened, but he couldn’t will himself to check who it was that came in. “Nishimura Riki,” your sing-song voice scratched his brain in a way too satisfying to be ignored. “Thought you’d be here, ducky.”

Ni-ki winced at that.

He could just picture the smile on your lips. You’d called him that ever since his friends commented how similar he looked to one. It had stuck with you more than other nicknames he’d been given before, mostly because it was the fastest way to get him to pout. “I’m a puma, you know that,” he groaned at your approaching footsteps.

You laughed, and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. When he opened his eyes, it took some time before his vision could adjust. Ni-ki’s gaze zeroed in on you, the light above casting a halo around your visage as you leaned down to look at him. You rolled your eyes at him, and he fought every cell in his body that screamed at him to kiss you.

"Whatever you want, ducky." There's a thud next to Ni-ki, and he barely registers that you've settled down right next to him. You've folded your legs to sit criss-cross, knees just brushing the hair atop his head. You were still staring at him. There was this look in your eyes he couldn't quite place.

Your fingers moved to point to the middle of his brows, and Ni-ki couldn’t help but furrow them in confusion. You give him a smirk, tracing your fingertips down the bridge of his nose– only to press at the tip. Ni-ki scrunched up his nose.

In the sliver of a second, he’d gotten himself up to sit down right in front of you. He leaned over your space, his shadow slightly engulfing you. Ni-ki looked down upon you with mischievous eyes. His hands slid up to your forearms, and he was close enough that you could nearly feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

“You just love to tease me, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same to me, ducky.” You matched his own gaze, pupils flickering across his face– only to linger on his lips like you’d done a few times before. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to hold the habit every time you two were too close to each other. You stayed facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence between you two.

“Dance with me?”

The way he said it was almost breathless, a struggle for his lungs to push the syllables from his mouth. Yet, it was said with a determination that you’d long associated with Ni-ki when he so keenly wanted something. There was no quiver in his voice, only a silent but strong desire for his plan to be put into action.

“And tell me, why should I?” You raised a brow.

He shot you a grin. “I’ll let you call me ducky.”

And when he pulled you from the floor and into his own arms, you grimaced at the stick of sweat on his skin. But it did little to deter you from fully being dragged by his hands. “Nishimura Riki!”

Ni-ki could only laugh as you puffed your cheeks. “Mm, on second thought, I think I like it better when you say my name.”

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In terms of Cunt serving this man never disappoints 💅 💅💅

Where my czennie hoes at?

#reblog #hyuckie so pretty 🥹#wanna kiss him so bad

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Gamer Nonu sketchpageee🎮✨️

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on some days, loving haechan means pulling him away from his computer when you know he's been sitting in front of it for hours. it could've been work, maybe a game or a video - no matter, his eyes still burned from fatigue. you were left with no choice, but to drag him away from anything that would strain his eyes.

you grip his arms, tugging him down in the seat next to you on the couch. you are met with little resistance from him, albeit with a whine.

"you're going to go blind this way, hyuck." you sigh as you turn to face him. he reciprocates the action with a twist of his body and careful positioning of his too-long legs.

he jutts out his bottom lip in a way he knows it'd make your knees go weak. "i just need to finish one more thing!"

"no-"

"please," haechan continues. his glasses slips down the slope of his nose as he squirms in the seat. "just give me five minutes, promise!" he cupped his hands together, intertwining his fingers to plead. it's not the first time he's done it, and it certainly won't be the last.

you only cross your arms before narrowing your gaze, sighing as he inches closer to you in attempt to soften your strict insistence. you know he won't give up even if you scold him, so you do the one thing that could hopefully distract him and give him a much-needed break from sitting in front of a screen all day.

you reach your hands out to him, fingers reaching to his temples. that leads you to pinching the dark frames on his face and gently sliding them off. you end up slipping it onto the neckline of your shirt before leaning forward. haechan instinctively closes his eyes, reaching for your waist in a habitual motion.

the movement between you two is methodic, built upon the countless moments you've shared thus far. you leave a kiss on one of his eyelids, making sure the brush of your lips linger on his skin is long enough for him to slouch against your touch. you are too far from his heart to even feel it thrum against his ribcage, but you know it is from the way haechan subtly preens at the affection you give him.

you pull away briefly - only to press another prolonged kiss to his other eyelid. this time, haechan sighs in contentment. his current demeanor is far divorced to his typical behavior, and a part of you wonders if it is haechan - but a larger part of you knows it is him. only, the haechan in front of you is not haechan. it is your donghyuck, the quiet and softer side of him one can only glimpse for a second through the lens of the camera but is one you have come to know and love.

when you truly part from him, it is a struggle - both for him and you. you find difficulty in creating space between you again, and he does his most to keep you as pressed closely to him as you were just miliseconds prior. you sit in golden silence, relishing it until you eventually have to fill it.

"are you still going to go back?" you whisper.

haechan doesn't say anything, but you know his answer. he curls into your side, molding into you as if unable to ever be away again. he keeps his eyes closed with a hum, and you know you've done your own way of loving him today too.

#nctdream.musings #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #kpop x reader #lee haechan x reader #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader

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luvwoniez · 9 months

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Something about love

And oranges will always feel synonymous.

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luvwoniez · 9 months

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thinking about taking his glasses off and kissing his pretty face. telling him it's getting in the way before pressing your lips to his. by the time you pull away, he looks so dazed.

"do it again."

ok pretty boy

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at your earliest convenience

✩‌ haechan x reader | fluff | 1.3k

SUMMARY | in which haechan is always your one (and annoying) late-night customer at the 24/7 convenience store you work at and one evening, he forgets his wallet. in lieu of payment, he asks if he can take you out on a date instead. // part of the connection series

WARNINGS | slightly insecure reader, none really!

RATING | teen+

AUTHOR'S NOTE | please check out (and maybe send in some prompt requests) @nctpromptmeme!

You ring him up, like clockwork.

The scanner picks up a bag of the Korean brand onion rings, two Red Bulls, and an instant noodle cup.

He’s the only consistent man in your life, ignoring the fact that the sole reason why he’s in your life is because he always comes into the 24/7 convenience store you work at during late, sometimes ungodly, hours. Tonight, it’s not that bad: 1:53am.

Rarely, no one else strolls in during your shift (and you’re grateful it’s a safe neighbourhood).

However, this young man lives to make your shift a painful one.

Usually with ruffled hair, transparent-framed glasses, and a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he saunters in as if he owns the store, often swinging his keys or obnoxiously whistling along to the song playing in the background. From the moment he steps into the store, his existence alone irks you.

Unsurprisingly, he then takes a solid ten minutes on average (yes, you’ve timed it) to buy his items. Whistling evolves into screeches or emphatic oohs and aahs. Sometimes, he even narrates the entire process, as if he's the main character in a show. And yet, despite it all, he ends up buying the same rotation of his favourite items.

If not the onion rings, the shrimp crackers. If not the Red Bulls, the bottles of Monster instead. He may be grabbing one cup of noodles tonight, but other times it’s three. Potentially even a completely different brand, if he’s feeling adventurous.

On that note, predictability is in his nature. You plead internally for him to live a little, to maybe even spice up his night with a little change, for crying out loud. Heck, maybe even change the grey or black t-shirt he always wears to a shade that’s not a neutral tone or to put on a jacket for once.

And the cherry on top is the constant annoying smirk he flashes when you tell him his total.

You want to punch it off his face, smear it across the shiny floors with the dirty mop water you use at the beginning and end of shift.

“How are you doing tonight, gorgeous?” he asks. Sometimes gorgeous is replaced with beautiful or cutie. It only adds to his annoyance of regularity and you have an itch he does this all the time with others, making you not take his typical endearing terms seriously.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “I’m not gorgeous, but, as always, thank you for the compliment.”

His smirk melts, and you catch yourself feeling a tinge of something as his features soften.

“You are, though,” your regular says. You quickly glance up, wondering if that pout and look in his eyes are genuine. “You know that I call you gorgeous because I mean it, right?”

You’re unsure how to react, so you give a small nod and repeat the total, softly this time.

There’s a beat when the man gets lost in thought, but the moment quickly fades. He reaches into his sweatpants. However, he stops abruptly, before he reaches in again and pats the outside of his other pockets.

“Fuck,” he hisses. You realize two things: one, you’ve never heard him curse; and two, he doesn’t have his wallet.

Well, that surely is different than usual.

Instinctively, you pull the snacks toward you.

“Don’t you dare think I’m letting you walk away with everything for free,” you say, half-jokingly. Even though you’re 80% certain you can trust him, you still don’t know what he’s like.

He smiles sweetly, quite differently than his smirks, forcing you to admit he’s handsome (just a little). “How could you expect me to stoop that low?” he whine-asks, clutching his chest in pain.

After a moment of staring up at the ceiling in thought with his tongue running against his lower teeth, a Cheshire grin spreads over his face and he raises an eyebrow.

You don’t like it one bit and regret the moment earlier, mentally punching yourself for finding him a tiny bit attractive.

“How about…”—he pauses as he rhythmically taps his fingers onto the counter—“...you let me take you out on a date in exchange for these items?”

A scoff releases into the air. “Are you really telling me I’m only worth $11.87?”

“What—no! Of course not,” he flicks a wrist upward in annoyance, then gestures to himself. “A date with me is worth way more in value, so you’ll be getting a better bargain.”

You could not believe this guy. “Is a date with you really going to be worth it?”

“Look,” he leans in over the counter and you catch a whiff of a light, woody scent. You fight off the desire to deeply inhale it. “No matter where we go or what happens, I’ll make sure you’ll be happy by the end of it. Isn’t that worth taking the risk of losing $11.87?”

Squinting your eyes at him, while still clutching the goods he wants, you start to warm-up to the idea since you don’t have anything to lose (but maybe that’s due to the influence of his slightly intoxicating aura).

“Will you choose the date location?” you ask, guarded.

He shakes his head. “Everything will be up to you and I’ll try to accommodate my schedule as best as I can.”

You raise an eyebrow, challenging him. “And what if I want to go to the most expensive restaurant in town?”

Without hesitation, he nods. “Then we’ll go to the most expensive restaurant in town.”

“If I wanted to order the $130 steak?”

“$130 steak it is.”

“If I—”

The cute (you can’t deny it at this point) stranger cuts you off with a raise of his hand. God, you hate how cocky he is.

Suddenly, he holds out a hand, sticking his pinky finger up. He waggles it, and you realize he’s waiting for you to do the same. You curl a pinky around his.

“There. I promise you—cross my heart and swear on my mother’s life—that I’ll uphold and adhere to whatever date conditions you ask of me.” He straightens, stepping away from the counter. “Now, can I please have my snacks and drinks?”

The events of tonight took quite a turn. Never in a million years would you think Mr. Predictability would ask you out on a date, let alone be pretty sweet about it.

Perhaps there’s more to him than you thought.

You hand him your phone, and he does the same.

When he gives it back, you shake your head at the text he sent and the name he gave himself.

“Hyuck?” you ask, unfamiliar with the name.

“Short for Donghyuck, but yes, beautiful?”

You turn your phone towards him in disbelief. “What’s with the heart next to your name?”

He shrugs, flashing you another smug smile. “What about it?”

Glancing down at his phone, he beams. You wonder if it’s because you wrote the following in brackets after your name: You Owe Me a Date Worth More than $11.87.

“And your name is just as beautiful as you are.”

Again, another eye roll. You wonder if the date will be filled with more of it. You shove the stuff towards him.

“I have to know: do those lines really work?”

“Well, I have a date lined up with you, so you tell me.”

Before you have a chance to retort, he grabs something out from his pocket.

A wallet.

His motherfucking wallet, and he has the audacity to toss a $20 bill onto the counter with the same grin that you still want to wipe the floor with. Your jaw hangs.

“Keep the change,” he says, along with your name and grants you a wink as he grabs his items.

“I’ll be seeing you on our date soon, gorgeous.”

#fic reblog #oh you are a menace lee donghyuck #but that's why i love u sm

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