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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Drive;

Pairing; fem!reader x stoner!Sunghoon Synopsis; Sunghoon drives through the quiet California night, haunted by the memory of you. The road ahead blurs as his heart wrestles with confusion and longing, replaying moments of laughter, intimacy, and the unspoken tension between you. Genre; Angst Warning; Mentions of weed smoking; some juicy tension; MASTERLIST;

— This post was inspired by the song 'Drive' by Halsey and it was requested by this cutie;

A/N: It's finally here oh my god! I am in love with this post lol. I tried to incorporate the song's lyrics in the story (they are in italics hehe). I hope you guys like this post (especially the cutie that requested it). As always, likes and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated! Thank you so much <3 I put so much effort into this I'm so nervous.

Sunghoon gripped the dark leather steering wheel as the usual 405 highway stretched before him. A soft hum of a romantic tune drifted from the radio, drowned out by the cool night breeze slipping through the open window. He exhaled slowly as if releasing the weight pressing against his chest.

As he shifts the gear, the memories of you cloud his eyes. He just left your house, where you two were hanging out as usual, watching a movie. Halfway through the film, you fell asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. When Sunghoon softly pulled you closer so you could be more comfortable, your lips brushed slightly over his neck.

The soft feeling of your lips still lingers on his neck as the car lights illuminate the exit sign. Sunghoon replays the way you fell asleep in his arms, awakening something in him that he had tried so hard to keep a secret—his feelings for you. But he couldn’t help it; you felt so warm and comfortable while resting against his chest. Your head on his shoulder, your plump lips softly brushing against his sensitive neck, making him shiver.

As he lazily gazes outside the car to get his mind off you, he realizes he’s missed his exit. Sunghoon didn’t like living in California until he met you. As an introverted Korean guy, he struggled to make friends, the language barrier only adding to the equation. But you never seemed to care. You were always there, making sure he was included in the debates during lectures, asking him if he needed help, and always smiling at him like you had known him for years.

As he drives away, speeding up to get back to his exit, Sunghoon remembers the first time you almost kissed. You guys were just driving around with no destination, wishing to forget the shitty week that seemed to have no end. He had stopped at the exit of the highway, a slow song playing on the radio, as you sat across from Sunghoon in the car, smoking the last of the weed you had. As your red eyes slowly and lazily followed your hands while you passed the blunt to Sunghoon, you felt his tempting lips brush your fingertips as he leaned in to take it with his mouth.

Sunghoon felt it too, your faint, warm touch against his lips. Your eyes met almost instantly. The eye contact wasn’t long, but your eyes were heavily locked on his, shifting from one eye to the other, your heart speeding up under the intensity of his deep gaze.

Sunghoon broke the heavy eye contact to smoke, his eyes closing as his heart screamed at him to just kiss you. It felt like you wanted him—the lingering touch on his shoulder, your Prada perfume mixed with the smoke, and the way your red, lazy eyes begged for him.

As his skilled fingers reached for the blunt on his lips, his eyes found your figure once again. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, and you had small droplets of sweat forming on your forehead. The car felt stupidly hot, so you started unbuttoning your shirt, leaving little to his imagination as you revealed more and more of yourself.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, high. A lazy smile slowly grew on your lips. “It’s hot in here,” you confessed while giggling, your cheeks and nose turning red under his curious gaze, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your laugh echoed in his hollow chest, spreading over the emptiness of the highway. As Sunghoon swerved his car, he cringed at himself. Why did you pull away from his kiss? Didn’t you feel the same for him? Did he overanalyze again?

His hands gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter at the memories, his knuckles turning white. After you said you were sorry for undressing in front of him, Sunghoon slowly leaned in. The weed gave him the push he needed to kiss you. But as he realized it was taking too long to feel your lips on his, he opened his eyes and saw that you had turned your head to the side, avoiding him.

Sunghoon wanted to dig a hole and throw himself inside. He felt so embarrassed that he didn’t look in your direction for the rest of the night—not even during the ride back when he dropped you off at your place. As you walked inside, he punched the steering wheel and groaned in frustration.

The next time he saw you, you acted like nothing had happened. You pretended you hadn’t pulled away from his kiss. You acted like you didn’t know about the feelings Sunghoon had tried so hard to hide.

He hated the way you gave him mixed signals. Some days, you curled up beside him on the couch, your head resting lightly on his chest. Other times, you sat stiffly on the opposite end, scrolling through your phone, barely glancing his way, making him feel confused and stupid.

Soon, Sunghoon found himself driving back to your place and parking in your driveway. He was tired of hiding his feelings, tired of driving alone in silence, waiting for a sign that you felt the same way. So he texted you, claiming he forgot something at your place.

Little did he know, the thought of him made you so happy that you made excuses just to drive away with him and smoke weed, saying your week was hard and you needed to relax. Sunghoon doesn’t know how hard it was for you to avoid his kiss or how much you regret it to this day. That night, the weed hit you harder than before. All you could see was his handsome face, all you could feel was his light touch on your leg, and it was driving you insane. You wanted to sit on his lap and lose yourself in him, but you couldn’t find the courage to even look at him for more than a few seconds.

You woke up alone and cold on your sofa, an empty feeling consuming you from the inside, hating that he had left without telling you—like a meaningless hookup. When you read his text, he was already close to your house, so you got up and looked around for something of his but couldn’t find anything.

Confused, you waited for him at your door, the chilly breeze making goosebumps appear on your skin. That’s when you saw Sunghoon walking toward you, his slow steps feeling heavier the closer he got.

There he stood, right in front of you, his figure looming over yours, strong and intimidating. You looked up at him, your big eyes staring at him through your lashes, catching his adorable moles and kissable lips. When your curious gaze traveled up, you noticed his red eyes. You deduced it was from smoking, but he didn’t smell like weed. Was he crying?

Sunghoon found your eyes and said, “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” Hurt dripped from his words.

You stood there confused, glued to the floor. Not understanding where this was coming from. Nevertheless, your gaze never left his. You wanted to say something, but before you could, Sunghoon’s long, cold fingers cupped your cheeks. With no more hesitation, his lips met yours. It was a shy smooch that lasted a few seconds, but it made you crave more and more of him.

As you parted your lips, Sunghoon stared down at you with his brown eyes so heavy and pretty that you swear they melted all your doubt and fear. So you leaned in and kissed him, your lips devouring his in a much-anticipated kiss, wishing you had done this earlier.

Sunghoon’s lips tasted salty, sadly confirming your theory. But it didn't matter anymore. He bit down on your bottom lip, and you understood the sign. You let his tongue enter your mouth, claiming you as his.

At that moment, you realized that what Sunghoon had left behind was you, and now, he had come back to finally have you.

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i’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress . . . 🍦

yang jungwon – fic

genre : angst and fluffy fluffy fluff!!

non-idol, best friend jungwon x fem reader.

synopsis : attending senior prom with a date was one of your biggest dreams, until he flaked, attending with another girl. as you sat on the curb in your prom dress, tears flooding your vision, your best friend appeared to sweep you off your feet– literally. jungwon would not only save the rest of your night, but he would quickly morph it into one of the best days of your life.

warning(s) : cliche asf.

mi note :

after i tore out the hearts of my followers who love riki, here’s a cute wonie fic. remember, this is a work of fiction. i did not proofread, so please excuse any mistakes. i’m still easing back into writing and am really hoping people like this. so, if you do, please like and reblog. it would be much appreciated.

enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mimi.

this is especially for @greentulip. ‹𝟹

scheduled to be picked up at 6:45, you waited patiently, beautifully dolled up in your prom attire. the dress was in your favorite hue, your features elegantly defined with the makeup adorning your face. this was a night that many recalled from their high school experience, leaving you to hope it would run smoothly.

however, it was the opposite of smooth and tranquil. you chose to sit on the steps of your front porch, chin resting upon your palm, elbow atop your knee. with a sigh, you waited, the sun disappearing with each passing minute. you’d waited for approximately 30 minutes, the clock reading “7:13”. the dance had already begun, starting at seven on the dot. yet, your date wasn’t here.

“where is he..” you impatiently mutter to yourself in a low whisper, reaching to check your phone. notifications sprawled across your screen as you double-tapped the device, turning it on.

but, one seemed to have caught your attention.

“@ohwooseok791 added to their story.”

‘that’s strange, what did he post?’ you thought for a moment, deciding to click on it for clarification.

you slowly came to regret your decision as a photo of him and another girl appears, a romantic song paired with it.

wooseok ditched you. on prom night, with another girl.

a flood of text messages began to rattle your phone, the vibrations causing you to huff in frustration. your cheeks were covered in streaks of tears, the weight of your date’s actions causing your heart to ache.

a car immediately pulled in front of your home, settling there in a parked position– before the door shut, your best friend rushing toward your figure.

at the sight of him clad in a suit, your lower lip wobbled, eyes glossing over once more. “wonie.” you cried out, voice cracking.

“oh, precious. i’m here.” he coos in a gentle voice, kneeling before you to cradle your cheeks in his palms.

his gaze was so soft, full of the love he held for you. it was no secret that he loved you as more than just a friend. when he heard of wooseok being your prom date, he took a step back; knowing you wouldn’t appreciate a confession. after all, it would only throw your heart into chaos and confusion. however, seeing you here, in tears because of the boy, he wished that he’d spoken the words; saving you from heartbreak.

“he’s not worth your tears, love.” he mutters with a sympathetic smile, hoping to improve your dampened mood. “tell you what, let’s go inside and touch up your makeup. then we’ll do something even better than prom.” jungwon allows his lips to tug upward, encouraging a sniffle and hint of laughter from you.

“c’mere, baby.” he extends his arms, one securely placed behind your back, the other nestling beneath the crease of your knees– hoisting you upward, into his hold.

without a word, he carries you toward the front door, twisting the handle and pushing it open with little effort. “won..” you begin, earning a gentle ‘shh’ from the boy.

he continued his mission, nudging his leg backward to shut the door behind you, moving forward to carry you upstairs. once you’d entered the dimly lit space of your bedroom, he placed you on your own two feet before giving the small of your back a soothing rub.

“go on, fix yourself up. i’ll be waiting.” he playfully mutters, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before settling on the edge of your bed.

and of course, you obliged.

an hour later, you found yourself in the same state as you were before discovering that your original date had ditched you. it was as though you never cried, sat beside jungwon on a park bench, ice cream in your hand.

your head was nestled on his shoulder, his atop your head. you sat in silence, happier than ever to be in his comforting presence.

the boy had noticed your peeks at his cone, knowing you’d been eyeing the flavor he’d gotten, as you always did.

“want a bite, precious?” he asked with a teasing tone, nudging your side with his elbow; only to earn a playful scoff from you.

“how do you always know?” you question with a grumble, huffing in annoyance as you lean forward, tasting the boy’s ice cream.

“because i’m your best friend.” he’d said it in such a low tone, causing you to glance up at him with fluttering lashes, your gaze capturing his as always.

his eyes shifted down to your lips, noticing a bit of ice cream on the corner. yet, instead of wiping it with the pad of his thumb, he leaned forward.. connecting his lips with yours in a slow sequence.

with a gentle gasp, you’d been caught off guard by his actions, ultimately melting into his touch and reciprocating the kiss.

by the time he’d pulled away, your cheeks were flushed in a shade of pink, a cheeky grin adorning his expression.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that.” his voice is soft, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“why didn’t you?” you question in a whisper, knowing that if jungwon had made a move earlier, you’d have chosen him in a heartbeat.

“because i was afraid.” he admits in a sigh, finishing his ice cream cone. “i didn't think you’d want our friendship to move further.” he frowns slightly, avoiding your gaze.

“oh, wonie. i’d have chosen you in a heartbeat over all of the guys at school.” you reveal with a gentle voice, your free hand reaching to intertwine with his as you finished off your cone.

“really?” he asks with a smile, gaze forward as he holds your hand in contentment.

“really.” you confirm, resting your head upon his shoulder once again.

the weather had shifted, growing colder as the minutes and hours had passed, the two of you out well until the clock read ‘10:30 pm’.

“jungwon.” you call, gaining the boy’s attention as you shivered beside him on the bench.

“cold, love?” he questions even as he reaches to take off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. “just one more thing, then we can head back, okay?” he insists, standing from his seat beside you to extend his hands in your direction.

placing your palms onto his, you stand with his help, him tugging you a few feet forward so you wouldn’t bump into the bench.

his hands nestled on your hips, your arms wrapped around his shoulders; you two stood close, beginning to sway.

he began to hum a soft tune, his voice’s volume rising as he began to sing the words.

“i found a love, for me…”

his touch was gentle as he raised a finger, guiding your chin upward to lock eyes with him.

“darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.”

you continued to sway, your gazes intertwined in a display of love, foreheads pressed together.

“well, i found a girl, beautiful and sweet.”

“oh, i never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

he sang, every ounce of the song dedicated to you.

‘“'cause we were just kids when we fell in love…”

“not knowing what it was,”

“i will not give you up this time.”

“but darling, just kiss me slow.”

“your heart is all i own.”

“and in your eyes, you're holding mine...”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a lovestruck sigh escaping your lips.

“baby, i’m dancing in the dark…”

“with you between my arms,”

“barefoot on the grass,”

“listening to our favourite song.”

“when you said you looked a mess,”

“i whispered underneath my breath,”

“but you heard it,”

“darling, you look perfect tonight…”

and with that, he brought your lips into another kiss; concluding the night that began in heartache, and ending it with pure happiness.

“i don’t think we’re just friends.” you whisper once parted from jungwon’s lips, earning a soft laugh from him.

“no, we’re not just friends, baby.” he confirms, giving you a final twirl before escorting you to the car; taking you home.

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Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark

⇢ Synopsis: Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

⇢ Pairing: Mark x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: slow burn, comedy, smut after 30k of pining. ⇢ Warnings: inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 35.7k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, slow burn, soft boy x sweet girl, library romance, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, etc…

⇢ fic music inspo: Sweet boi (chevvy) - Flaming hot cheetos (clairo) - Pink bubblegum (lavi) - Sunday Kind of Love  (Etta James) -  I’m Yours  (Jason Mraz)

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