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[prettyprincess-kiwi]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

word count: 4.3k

warnings: cursing, crying, neglect, tiny mention of bleeding

a/n: i think i win the contest of overusing commas with this one 🤍 tbh this fic is just yapping so pls deal with me... it's good to write some proper angst again tho, i missed it :(( hope you guys like it and don't find them too repetetive!!

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LEE HEESEUNG

It's been two weeks since you got the opportunity to take a proper look at Heeseung. And now as you do, you find it hard to recognize your fiancé who looks like he's about to collapse from exhaustion, to say the least. 

“I never asked you to mother me or worry about me so much. Stop getting into my business so much. I’m not a child, YN.”

It’s like he was blind to how hurt his words and actions were making you feel. It’s so unusual for him, so out of character and unfamiliar to you, that you can’t help but think that maybe it really is your fault for riling him up this much.

“I worry about you because I’m your fiancé and I love you, you jerk!” You scoff at his careless words and take a step back, the aching in your heart only increasing. “I only want to look after you because you clearly don't know how to do it yourself. I mean, look at yourself! You look as if you haven’t slept in a week and I know you haven’t been eating either. How can I not worry about you when all you do is neglect yourself?”

“Dunno, maybe find yourself something to keep you busy enough. You stay at home all day, do as much as nothing, no wonder you’re so damn nosy. I would be too with this much time on my hands.”

He’s so indifferent to everything you say, you try to recall where it all started going so wrong. All you did was ask whether he’s eaten at work or not, and now the two of you are snapping at each other as if you weren’t lovers, and trying not to hurt each other was a long forgotten thought by now. 

“If you’re so unhappy with our relationship – with me, maybe it’s best we take a break,” you say as you feel your throat tighten painfully. 

“Agreed. I never even wanted this marriage in the first place,” he scowls, silencing you, words rolling out of his mouth way quicker than his brain is able to process it. 

He bites his words back quickly when he watches your face dropping along with your shoulders, and fuck, you look as if you’ve given up on him right then and there. 

You walk away then, tears streaming down your face, muttering something about how ungrateful he was being, and all Heeseung could do was stand still as if plastered to the floor, in utter disbelief of his own, untrue, words.

After his cruel statement echoes through his head for the fourth time, he finally snaps out of the self pity and rushes after you to the kitchen where you’re leaned over the counter, head buried in your hands as you cry.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he apologizes quickly. He walks up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his forehead on your shoulder blade. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry for everything I said, sweetheart.”

He turns you around gently and feels his chest tighten at how fucking sad you look. He never wants to see you like this. He never wants to be the cause of this ever again.

And when he looks to the side, his throat closes and dries completely at the sight of your engagement ring laying on the counter right behind you. 

“Are you sure you didn’t mean it?” You ask, wiping the tears away with your hand pointlessly as another stream follows right after. “Things like that don’t come out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t, love, I swear I didn’t. I’m so fucking sorry,” he breathes out, pulling you closer to him by your neck again. 

Never again. Never fucking again. He keeps telling himself in his head as he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, just where your ring was supposed to be sitting snugly. Then he lowers it and places your palm against his chest, right above his heart, and covers your smaller hand with his.

That was too close to losing you, and himself, for that matter. Because he would never recover if you were gone from his life and all because of him. 

“Then why did you even say it?” You sob pitifully as you feel the warm tears dripping down the tip of your nose.

“I don’t know,” he shushes you gently, trying his best to not break you any further. 

You pull away once you feel calm enough, hands clutching his t-shirt. “It's not too late to call off the wedding, Seung,” you manage out breathily, raising your palm to cup his cheek. “I'd rather not take the step further than have you unhappy.”

“Darling, no.” Heeseung bends down to minimize the distance between the two of you and peppers your face with loving, warm kisses. He just wants to erase those atrocious thoughts out of your mind as quickly as possible. “Please, there's nothing I'd ever want more than to make you my wife. That was stupid of me to say. I'll never be happy if I'm not with you, my love.”

“I just don’t want to force this marriage on you. You need to want it as much as I do, otherwise it’s pointless.”

Heeseung almost chokes on air when he rushes out his answer even before you can properly finish your sentence. “I do want it. Please, you have to believe me.” 

“Really?”

Heeseung smiles at you softly as he wipes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. “Really. Scout’s honour.”

You breathe out, feeling relief, and look up at him with squinted, puffy eyes. “Sometimes I just wanna strangle you to death, Lee Heeseung.”

He chuckles lightly before pressing one last kiss to your cheek. “Aren't you just so adorable? You should add this to your wedding vows.”

“Maybe I’ll add this to your eulogy instead if you pull shit like that again.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue with a grin pulling on his lips. “Touché.”

PARK JAY

The atmosphere in the living room is so heavy that your chest starts to hurt. You’re standing barely two steps away from the man you love the most, yet you’ve never felt more far away from him than in this moment. 

His eyes – cold but still undoubtedly full of love, drill holes in the side of your head as you turn your face away from him to try and gather your thoughts.

Arguments with Jay were rare. You always tried to work things out immediately, keeping your heads cool. But something has broken over the last month and you can’t see each other eye to eye anymore. At the very beginning of your relationship you made a promise to never go to bed angry. To never leave things unresolved. Yet now Jay’s been sleeping on the couch for the past week, and you fail to understand what the fuck has happened to the two of you. 

And you can’t help but think that, maybe, sometimes love is just not enough. 

“You’re not even trying to find the middle ground anymore. All you do is snap at me the second I come home. I’m fucking tired of it! Would it hurt to give it a rest for a day?” 

The tension is almost palpable. You hate how you can’t seem to back away from any argument but only keep hurting him instead. 

“Put effort into our relationship first, then we’ll talk,” you spit out instead, against your better judgment.

“It’s funny coming from you who’s done nothing but put a fucking distance between us!”

“This doesn’t make any sense anymore, Jay. We need some time apart,” you finally speak into the dull silence, eyes casted downwards at the floor as your hand keeps twitching, only to finally grab for your ring finger and slip the silver band off of it. You didn’t think much of your action, hell, you didn’t even process it properly. 

Well, not until you hear the shaky exhale leave Jay’s lips. 

Silently, he presses his lips together and nods his head before turning on his heel and leaving the room. You listen intently to the shuffling, then ringing of the keys and eventually the door being shut. 

A moment of silence turns into minutes of you staring at the ring on your palm with tears burning your eyes mercilessly. 

With your heart falling low to your stomach, you drop down on the couch and tug on your hair slightly, cursing yourself for acting so mindlessly. 

You wallow in self pity in the dead quiet room. The shiny ring feels so heavy and burning in your clenched fist. You take in a deep breath, then quickly slide the band back onto your finger, feeling instantly shielded with it being on its righteous place again.

And just like that, you spend the next three hours on the verge of losing your sanity. With no word from Jay. He’s left your messages unread. He’s left your calls unanswered. 

You don’t know whether he’s okay or hurt or simply gone. All that combined is enough to leave you panicked and terrified, unable to have a second of peace. 

You never meant to take it this far. This – your words and rapid actions, that will forever remain as one of your biggest regrets. You don’t like the idea that you made your other half feel like you’ve taken him for granted. Or for what’s worse, like a person that you can use for unloading your frustration. 

There’s this throbbing pain in your chest as you realize that maybe he’s not coming back because why would he if you can’t even love him properly?

Your fingers are bleeding from how hard you’ve been picking on your cuticles. 

And then you hear the jingle of keys and soon the front door opens quietly. You know that even after all of this he’s still being careful to not wake you up. It’s killing you how he thinks you’d ever be able to get a wink of sleep without knowing he’s safe. 

You’re quick to drop your phone on the couch and shoot up on your legs, rushing over to the door and throwing yourself on Jay’s neck. 

“I was so worried about you!” You gasp out, clinging onto your fiancé desperately as tears unknowingly make their way down your cheeks. “Please, don’t ever do that again!”

“Sorry, my phone died,” he replies after a second or two, bringing his arm up to wrap around your waist and keep you close to him. 

He’s still upset but he understands where you’re coming from, knowing well that if it was you instead of him he’d probably go insane from worry. 

He can feel your heart hammering against his chest, so he lifts his hand and strokes your hair to help you calm down. But then you start crying, feeling his gentle touch even after everything you said, that was enough to push you over the edge. You clench your trembling hands on his sweater as you burst out with choked sobs, slouching against his warm and comforting body. 

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you weep into his chest like a mantra and Jay can quite literally feel his heart cracking at your miserable state. 

“It’s okay,” he whispers, hot air hitting your ear before he presses a soft kiss to its tip. “Don’t cry anymore, honey. We’re okay.”

“I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you,” you whimper quietly. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Don’t say that,” he scolds you with a frown. Your whimpers twist his guts even more than your harsh words from before. “It’s not the first nor the last time we’ll have an argument. It’s not worth losing your pretty head over it, okay?” 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat one last time. “I promise I'll never take it off again. I’ll never lash out on you like that ever again too.”

Jay grabs your hand and runs his thumb over the thin silver band, the same one he was picking so carefully for weeks, and a small smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. He hates how shameful you sound. 

He’ll never tell you how the sight of you pulling your ring off your finger made him physically sick to his stomach. He can't have you feeling even worse than you already do. So instead he brings you close to him and rests his forehead on yours. 

“I’m so stupid,” you whisper quietly as you close your eyes, your heavy eyelashes letting go of another few drops of crystal tears which Jay’s lips soak up instantly. “I don’t know what I’d do if you actually left.”

“You know me better than to think I’d let us break it off over such a petty fight.” And, yes, you do. But your lip wobbles with silent agony at the sole thought of that. “Hey,” he tries again as he presses a loving kiss to your red nose. “I’m not leaving, okay? How could I ever?” 

“I love you.”

With his thumb caressing your burning cheek so tenderly, you feel at peace again.

“I love you too,” he replies without skipping a beat. “No one can handle you as well as I do. And no one sees me for me like you do. We complete each other. We belong together.”

He kisses you silly then, until there’s no more tears left in your body and you’re barely able to breathe anymore. He kisses you until your legs give in and he swoops you up to carry you into your shared bed for the first time in what seems like forever.

He kisses you until it engraves in your mind that there’s no other person for him in this world but you.

SIM JAKE

“Baby, I already apologized.” A groan lingers at the back of his throat but for his own sake he stifles it inside. “I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

You sit on the verge of your shared bed and clench your fingers on the silky duvet. “How about you start showing up to things we both agreed on attending?”

He runs his hand down his face. “I know. It just slipped my mind, that’s all. You know how busy I’ve been this week.”

“This shouldn’t be my business only, though. I mean, for christ’s sake, it’s our wedding! I would really appreciate it if you participated in something for once!”

Flowers and cake. That’s literally all you’ve asked of him to go and pick with you for the wedding reception. Knowing his tight schedule, you picked the date carefully so that it wouldn’t meddle with his work and you could even go grab some dinner afterwards. But your plans all went out the window when he didn’t even bother showing up or giving you a heads up text, standing you up yet another time when it comes to your wedding preparations.

You’re honestly getting tired of it.

“I’ll be there next time,” he assures you quickly as he nervously taps his fingers on the doorway of your bedroom. 

“You said you wouldn’t do that,” your voice wavers as your shoulders drop with resignation. With the back of your hand, you wipe off the tears that made their way down your cheeks. “You promised to help, Jake. But you left me alone with everything, as usual.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal. This can be rescheduled any time. Baby, stop stressin’ so much.”

“But it is a big deal to me!” You cry out, palm reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You breathe out heavily. “I don’t want to do everything by myself! We’re supposed to be in this together! If getting married means that I’m gonna be alone with all the responsibilities that you don’t consider important enough, I’m not even sure if I still want it.”

To back up your words, your hand moves half-consciously to your ring finger and you twist the cool piece of jewelry in between your fingers. 

“No, no, no, no.” Jake moves quickly, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes towards you to desperately clasp your hand in his two and stop you from whatever the hell you were about to do. He drops to his knees in front of the bed, right at your feet. “Baby, you promised you’d never take it off.”

You’re at a loss of words as you look into his wide eyes, the seriousness of your actions only catching up to you now. You gasp quietly, eyes watering just like his, quickly relaxing your tensed hand in his and letting him slide the ring back down your finger, just where it belongs.

Silence envelopes the two of you, besides the sound of your sniffles. 

You feel awful. 

Jake feels even worse. 

Leaning forward, you press your face to his shoulder and melt instantly when he brings a hand to caress your hair. 

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, clenching your hand to feel the cool ring against your skin. “I don't know why I did that. I didn't mean to.”

“I know,” he soothes you just as softly. He stands up from the floor and carefully maneuvers the two of you so that you’re placed on his lap as he sits with his back against the headboard. “It's my fault. I'm sorry. I never meant to disregard your feelings like that.”

At the end of the day, both of you would rather set themselves ablaze than watch the other one hurting. 

You nod silently, heart pounding in your chest before you bring your arms up and throw them over his neck.

“I’m sorry I was so impulsive.”

“No. You did nothing wrong.” His soothing voice carries over the room, enveloping you with warmth. “I promise I'll be here whenever you want me to from now on. I don’t want you to feel neglected by me, especially now when you’re this stressed over the wedding. I won’t let you down, again.” 

“I just need a little help, that’s all,” you mumble tiredly into his skin.

“I know.” His warm lips press to your forehead lovingly. “I’m sorry for being an insensitive douche. It won’t happen again. I’ll take some days off next week, hm?”

The tears on your face dry slowly as your hold on him tightens. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Then it’s done. I'll be all yours and you’ll be all mine then,” he hums and noses at your cheek, finally bringing out a small giggle out of you. After all these years, he still melts at the sound. “I won’t let things get this out of hand again, YN. I promise.”

“Okay,” you whisper. Tilting your head up and bringing his down towards you, you join your lips in a kiss that you’ve been longing for for days. His movements are slow and careful as he tries to soak up as much of the moment as possible. 

His kisses slowly put your broken pieces back together. He never knew how much seeing you cry like this would hurt him. And he’ll make damn sure he won’t ever have to experience again that for as long as you're with him.

“If I have a life to spend, it'll only be with you, sweetheart,” he lowers his voice to match yours, cradling your cheek in the palm of his hand. “You're it for me. I'll never give you a chance to doubt that ever again.”

PARK SUNGHOON

“You’re never home! There’s always a hundred things more important to you than spending an hour of your time with me. Your fucking fiance! Are we really about to get married when you’re clearly so tired of me already?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you finally voice out everything that’s been sitting on your chest for the past month. Things have not been working out well with the two of you, much to your despair. He’s been neglectful, always too busy to help you with anything – even the wedding related things that you should’ve gotten done weeks ago. 

And you know that he’s swamped with work and it's not his fault. You understand everything. But to ask him to spare you an hour or two of his day shouldn’t be too much. It shouldn’t make him snap at you unlike what he just did the second he came back home. You slowly begin to lose your hope.

“God, have you always been this needy? Why can’t you accept that I can’t always put you first? No matter how much I’d want to, sometimes I just can’t! Deal with this!”

“Fucking- Fine.”

Your hand moves quicker than your brain, and the next thing you know, your shiny ring is being pulled off your finger and resting in the palm of your other hand. 

You can see the disbelief flashing through his face briefly before it completely morphs into a scowl. 

“You really think that this will solve the problem?” He asks, eyebrows narrowed as he glowers at you from across the room. “Really? Does that ring mean so little to you that you go and throw it away with any minor inconvenience?” 

You try to blink away the frustrated tears, hand raking up to brush your hair away from your face. “No, fuck, I just- I don’t know what to do anymore, Sunghoon. I feel like I’m the only one in this relationship. I need you to give me something more because whatever you’re doing now is not enough for me.”

“Well, I’m putting out everything I have, YN! I love you! If that’s still not good enough for you, then maybe it’s not meant to be.”

The silence that falls in the room doesn’t last long as your sudden sob pierces Sunghoon’s ears quickly, making his stomach drop to the soles of his feet. His heart wrenches and twists as the anger simmers down and evaporates from his body within a second, and he’s quickly coming back to his senses at the sight of you breaking down right in front of him. 

“Can’t you just try?” You cry into your hands, shielding your face away from your fiance. “That’s all I’m asking of you. Is it really so hard to try?”

No, it’s not. Sunghoon knows it without a second of thinking. It’s not too hard to try, never if it’s for you. And his throat dries so quickly when he basks in the weight of his words that finally made you break as well. 

“You don’t know how much it hurts to feel like you’re too much for your partner,” you wail with a small voice, shoulders trembling and hands quickly getting damp with tears. “You’ll never know how it is to feel unwanted, because you’ll never have to when you're with me. Because I love you, asshole, but now I’m doubting if you’re saying it back just for the sake of it.”

With air getting stuck in his throat, Sunghoon looks at you wide-eyed before quickly crossing the living room and enveloping you in his arms. His warmth wraps around you in what you've always considered to be safety, but now it just makes you cry more. 

He finds it hard to breathe. The hesitation in your eyes feels like a stab to his chest.

“Of course I still love you,” he says, voice muffled by your hair. 

He hates how he made you feel the opposite. He hates how you’re right and he never had to worry about any reassurement of such kind from your side because you’re just that good to him. And his heart breaks with the realization of how much of a lousy partner he’s been to you when all you ever were was nothing less than perfect.

So he places his hand on the back of your head and presses you even closer to his shoulder as you cry, his own eyes burning with tears at the sound of your sobs and sniffles. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my darling,” he apologizes with a heavy heart, fearful of what’s about to come next. “I didn’t mean to neglect you this much. I could say that I’m tired and the work has been a lot lately, but I know these excuses are not enough to make up for my actions.”

You’re mad and hurt, but you love him and would never want to give up on him, so you wrap your arms around his middle and hold him almost as tight as he holds you, burying your wet face in his chest. 

“I love you more than anything, YN.” He pulls away from you only to cup your face and make you look at him. His long fingers wipe away the tears with gentle touch, soothing your stinging skin instantly. “You could never be too much for me. I want all of you. I promise I’ll do better. I’ll love you better.”

And when you’re looking up at him with these shiny eyes of yours, he closes the distance and presses a loving kiss to your swollen lips, hoping to take at least some of the pain away. He doesn’t think he can hold you any tighter. He can’t love you any stronger than right now, and it messes with his head how easily he could’ve had it all ruined only minutes ago. 

He’ll never take your love for granted ever again. Because if he did, he’d never be able to pick up the parts of whatever was left of him, and put himself back together ever again. 

You can feel his warm hand opening your closed palm before he takes the ring you've been clutching so tightly and holds it in between his fingers. 

“Can I put it back on, baby? Please.”

You nod wordlessly while you try to tame your tears. You hold your slightly trembling hand up to him. He takes it, gently, and watches as your bottom lip wobbles while he slides the ring on your finger just like he did months ago. 

“I'll never screw up like that again. You have my word for it.”

You sniffle quietly when he kisses you right on the cool band adorning your skin. “You better not, Park Sunghoon.”

His long fingers caress your cheek, wiping the remains of the tears away. “Can you forgive me, darling?”

You don't need to think long of an answer. “You know I can never stay mad at you. Even if you're a idiot, I'll never stop loving you. You have my whole heart, Hoon. Please, don't ever make me regret trusting you with it.”

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MINGHAO OH GOSH

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

You were relaxing in your apartment when your boyfriend was sending you snaps like crazy. You were watching tiktok videos so you forgot to open them but about thirty minutes later you got a text from your boyfriend demanding you to open his snaps. Then, there it was, photos of Dokyeom in the studio. But just as you were about to send a snap back you heard a knock on your front door. You looked through the little peephole and saw your boyfriend!

"Kyeomie~" you sang, as you opened your arms.

"Baby~" Dokyeom sang. He scooped you up into a hug and spun you around, "How is my favorite person in the whole wide world!"

"Amazing amazing! I just relaxed all day waiting for you," he put you down and you guided him to the couch, "How was your day?"

"It was pretty productive. Practiced, recorded for the new song, practiced some more," Dokyeom sat on the couch, looking up at you eagerly. You sat next to him, but your legs fell right over his.

"Do you want me to run you a bath at all? I have dinner all ready for you incase you're hungry!" You looked around your entire apartment, just making sure that everything was in place.

Meanwhile, Dokyeom was just admiring you as you were rambling about his bath and his dinner. You didn't notice but Dokyeom had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other was just about to slip around your waist as well. He just really wanted a hug, so as you were going on again about how he needs to take care of himself, he dragged you into a hug. You didn't think anything of it and you wrapped your arms around him to give him a big squeeze.

"I love you so much, Y/N" Dokyeom started to snuggle his head into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too, Kyeomie. Is there something wrong? Do you just feel extra affectionate today?" You asked, leaning into his touch.

"Nope, nothing wrong. I'm just glad that you're here with me and that you're mine." Dokyeom's voice was muffled but it tickled your neck.

"I'm glad that you're mine too Dokyeom, the best thing that's ever happened to me." Your voice soft but as soon as you started playing with his hair he knocked out, "Goodnight, my sunshine."

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

"JEONGHAN!" You shouted throughout the house. Jeonghan, jumping at the sound of his name and he got up from his seat to start looking for you. Only to find your face a pretty pink and tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"Yes?" Jeonghan asked, hands cupping your cheeks as the tears started to fall.

"You're so handsome and beautiful at the same time!" You cried, letting out a wail. Not quite sure why you were so emotional over it but to be quite fair, you were just feeling a lot of emotion towards his looks! (Because same)

"Love, you look at me everyday what makes today so different?" Jeonghan chuckled, kissing your forehead. You pulled out your phone as soon as the question left his mouth. You showed him the tiktok edits of himself and he was watching very intently. When the video ended you started pouting again.

"Love, you get that side of me all the time! Don't cry~" he removed his hands from your cheeks to your waist to pull you in close. He was smiling at the thought of you crying over his looks, he thought it was so cute!

"Hannie... babe... too... too tight!" you started to lightly hit his back.

"Oh! Sorry baby!" Jeonghan loosened his grip and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

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๑ ✿ : ( minghao ) ; simple !

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[prettyprincess-kiwi]

The Rich Lover (Minghao Fanfic)

Warnings: female reader, mentions of body image (but does not use any words like slim, big, etc.), mentions of slight revealing clothing (lmk if there are any that I failed to mention!) 

Genre: Fluff, Richloverau, romance, readerxMinghao 

A/N: Honestly, this isn’t going to be a full story just some clips from my imagination as I read manga. 

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You were chilling in the room of your boyfriend’s office. He was busy looking over papers while you were reading a book on the couch, your legs were up in the air and that’s when Minghao noticed something. “Hey, what are you wearing?” he came around from his desk just for you to put your book down and sit up. 

“Mmm, just my favorite blouse and a pleated skirt,” you looked up at him and he was holding your face up by your chin. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips then sat next to you. “What’s up?” 

“Nothing, just needed a break,” he responded and rested his head on your shoulder. He grabbed your hand and held it out for him to see it properly, “It would look best if there was a ring right there.” 

He pointed right at your ring finger, knowing that you both couldn’t get married yet because you two were both still in school. Minghao was going to a prestigious school that specialized in business, while you were just going to a university. You stared at your finger for a minute before you said anything in response. 

“It would look nice, but unfortunately we can’t get married yet. Its your father’s rule and he barely let us date.” You chuckled and brought your hand down. He managed to push you down onto the couch and his arm wrapped around your waist. Minghao snuggled into your chest, listening to your heart beat that had eventually put him to sleep. You grabbed your book once again and started reading, you knew that Minghao was always overworking himself and you wanted to be able to catch up to him. Even though you may not have been the smartest, you still knew your stuff especially when it came to helping him out with even the simple things. 

The sweet scent of his shampoo kept nudging your nose though and you couldn’t help but get captivated in the smell that caused you to fall asleep. Your book had fallen off the couch, your one arm around his back and the other hanging off the couch because of the heavy book. 

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

This literally made me cry what the heck 😭❤️

hiii i was wondering if u could do what seventeen would do/be like after they’ve had an argument with their s/o?

thank you for requesting!

seventeen after a fight

chan’s is suggestive. cheers/ty to @un-love for helping me assign these <3

seungcheol: breaks up with you because it was the worst fight you’ve ever had, and he can’t get the scene out of his head… the image of your undeniable shock as you registered the hurtful words he said. you get back together by the end of the week

jeonghan: stays close to you and quiet too. laying side by side on top of your white comforter. it’s cool. you’re cool too. maybe even cold, with your back to him and your eyes closed. he’ll touch your waist, not yet knowing the right thing to say, feeling sick to his stomach

joshua: gives you space but creates warmth at the same time. your favorite sweatshirt spins around in the dryer before it’s placed on the bed with a kiss to your head

jun: busies himself. makes dinner or heats up leftovers. hangs his jacket in the hall closet. sets the table. calls your name when the meal is ready. eating together breaks the ice

soonyoung: leaves but texts you not even ten minutes later if he can come back up. the message makes you laugh, mumbling something to yourself about how in love with him you are. he’s rubbing the back of his neck when you open the door, cheeks softly blushed

wonwoo: tells you he loves you and leaves. calls you later or sends a text first and then calls you. comes over early the next morning and embraces you in your doorway. can’t be bothered to wait until you’re alone in your apartment and he doesn’t care if any of your neighbors see. has his face nuzzled against your neck, kissing your skin, breathing you in

jihoon: apologizes. there’s this daze he falls into during a fight and it’s like everything around him isn’t quite right. sometimes it makes his words harsher. the look in his eyes too. but you’ll say his name, and he’ll feel his bare feet on the hardwood floor again. he’ll remember the picture hanging on the wall from last summer, and apologize

seokmin: wants to hold you. cries against your chest. dampens the sweater you’re wearing. you run your fingers through his hair. it always feels so stupid once the fight is through, and you’re left in this painful mood

mingyu: the fight ended in the living room and neither one of you have the energy to move. looking at him breaks your heart. he’s watching the same spot on the carpet, tears falling. it was a small fight. more like an argument, but he’s so sensitive. you call his name. he looks at you before focusing on the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. he apologizes, and his voice breaks at the end. you’re on your feet immediately, quickly falling into his lap with your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. he’s holding you so tightly, whispering words that ache your entire being to hear. he shouldn’t feel this bad. he always feels so bad

minghao: reads in the living room. is incredibly aware of where you are even if it doesn’t seem like it. follows your figure when your back’s to him. opens his mouth to only close it time and time again. you approach him first, take a seat in the armchair, and hope he looks at you. either way, you ask what he’s thinking about

seungkwan: beats himself up. can’t look at you. cries choked sobs as he puts his shoes on and doesn’t come back until he’s ready to face you

hansol: sitting outside together in silence. for hours. it’s gone all night before. you cry again, and he holds your hand. he hates the way it’s become familiar

chan: asks what you need from him. he’ll leave if that’s what you want. he’ll kiss you until you can’t breathe. he’ll take off all his clothes and hold your gaze. it doesn’t matter. he’s just thinking about you, all focused on you

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Us

Synopsis: Li JiaYing has never felt lonely until she listened to a song that she related to. It was something that her boyfriend, Minghao had sent her. It was rough being apart but it was something that they had to go through together if they wanted the relationship as much as they said they wanted it. 

A/N: Listen to For You & I by Vayoung because it’ll make a little more sense. 

word count: 362

Genre: OCxMinghao, angst, sad 

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Li JiaYing has been away from Minghao for about six months now they have been living away from each other because of his idol life. JiaYing has been living in China ever since her work told her to travel there for a while and normally JiaYing doesn’t feel sad or lonely but that’s only because she did not have the time to feel a lot of negative emotions. 

One night, JiaYing was on the phone with Minghao. He was telling her about their tour that was going to happen soon but as JiaYing didn't hear China being one of the countries they were stopping in then she felt hopeless. Minghao didn't really notice how she was feeling so JiaYing ended the call on him. She went to lay in bed and she ended up crying herself to sleep. 

When she woke up the next morning she saw a voicemail from Minghao. “Hey love, I'm sorry for making you upset last night I did not want to make you sad and I know that you wanted to come see me perform because its been awhile. I love you. I also sent you a song that should make you feel better.” 

JiaYing got out of bed and she got ready for her day. Luckily she had the day off but Minghao did not get the day off, so she just sent a quick good morning text to Minghao. She opened up the youtube link that led her to the song that he sent her last night, the chorus started and that's what got to her the most. She was in the middle of brushing her teeth and she started to cry, she quickly finished up getting ready and the song was on replay. She sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and she heard a knock on the door and it was Minghao. 

“You came,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up by the waist and spun her around. That day was actually their anniversary for a whole year, so it just made it a lot better that she was with him for a whole week. 

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My Cheerleader

A/N: honestly this is an idea that I had while writing a completely different story. Someone else has probably done this prompt, but I am not copying them and this is my own take on it. 

Warnings: none 

Genre: fluff, high school au, Woozixreader

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It was like any other day in gym, you guys were doing a unit on volleyball and were told to get into teams. Unfortunately there was only enough space for two teams, (aka enough room for one court to be played). Your boyfriend Jihoon was playing volleyball and you were watching him on the sidelines. The game was getting pretty intense and you were on your toes trying to see if your boyfriend’s team was going to win. 

“Yah! Go Jihoon!” All of the girls screamed, clearly he seemed to be getting annoyed that the scores were really close together and because of the girls screaming. 

All you wanted to do was watch in peace and cheer him on silently but as they had just reached to five points before winning that was when you decided to cheer out loud too. “GO JIHOON!” You waved your arm into the air making sure that he saw you and when he did his attitude changed. The game ended up going by faster and when Jihoon’s team won you ran up to him with a towel and a water bottle. 

“Thanks for cheering me on at the last minute,” he looked down at you. 

“Sorry, I just didn’t want my cheer to be drowned out by the others. I thought that you played really well though!” You grabbed his hand with both of yours so that you were standing in front of him. 

“Thank you,” he slipped his free arm around your shoulders, pulled you in close for a peck on the cheek and took a sip of water. 

“Ah, uh... yea,” you started to blush and it was pretty noticeable. 

“Hmm? My little baby flustered? So cute,” He gave you another kiss on the cheek and then walked into the boys locker room.

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

𖤐Spy x Family Wallpaper

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minghao bf material lockscreens!! please like or reblog if you save it!! 🌿

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At The Gym w/ Hip Hop Unit

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: Svt hip hop unit X reader 

Warnings: Catcalling, uncomfortable touching, (slight) possessiveness 

an: I had this random idea when I was at the gym a couple of weeks ago, I just never got around to writing it but here it is now!

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S.Coups: He was doing weights as you were spotting him, he was so focused on getting the bar up that he didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were getting with everyone staring at you. They were even whistling to get your attention, you blamed yourself for not wearing a bigger shirt that covered your body a little more. But as Seungcheol was prepping for his next set of fifteen, he noticed how uncomfortable you were and so he finished his set quickly almost slamming the bar onto the hook and looked at you. “Ready to go?” Seungcheol started to flex his muscles not only to show off but to let them know that if anybody were to try something they would have to go through him first. You anxiously walked over to him and he put his arm around your waist to let the whole room know that you were his. It made you feel a little more comfortable. 

Wonwoo: You guys were both doing dumbbells by the mirror so that you can copy his work out. Wonwoo was a little taller than you so he was always keeping an eye out for you, he knew that you had a pretty body so he made sure to always be next to you. But the moment that you started to do your own work out, he noticed that there was these two guys who kept looking at you. You didn’t notice them because you were focused on not trying to drop the dumbbells on your foot but you did notice that they were coming up to you but that view quickly vanished when Wonwoo stood behind you to protect you from any one who tried to get to you. “I’m just protecting you,” he casually mentioned as he went back to working out.

Mingyu: Mingyu was doing pullups and you were watching him while leaning against a bar. You got bored just watching him so you decided to go on your phone only to realize that these guys were hitting on you. You didn’t say anything to them but instead tried to walk away but you walked in front of Mingyu so that he can notice the trouble that you were in. He quickly dropped down and pulled you closer to him, “Hi babe,” he kissed you on the lips. The kiss was long enough to where the guys who were after you walked away. 

Vernon: You and Vernon were taking a break from running on the treadmill, he went to get water and you went to grab a towel to pat your sweat off. You saw a group of people coming your way, they immediately grabbed your hand and was about to take you with them but Vernon pushed through the group to rip the person’s hand off of you. “Do you guys have business with us?” Vernon asked them as you hid behind him. They looked him up and down but when they saw Seungcheol eyeing them from behind the couple they started to walk away. Vernon checked up on you to make sure that you were okay and feeling okay. 

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

can we talk about this wonwoo oh my god

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[prettyprincess-kiwi]

Do Re Mi to The Heart

Synopsis: Your best friend, Seungkwan was playing on the piano when you walked in. You’ve always liked him but you were never able to confess until the very last minute. 

Word count: 1318

Genre: Bestfriend to lovers au, romance, fluff, angst 

A/N: This was, in fact, very hard to write because the inspiration was just for a certain moment but I wanted to incorporate it into a story. 

Warnings: Swearing, arguing about parents*let me know about any others!* 

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You were walking past the giant music room at your university, you couldn’t miss it. You looked through the windows and noticed Seungkwan, he wasn’t a stranger to you but it did make you nervous to talk to him when he was in this kind of state. He was playing the piano beautifully, almost like he was immersed into the music. You walked into the room, ever so slightly and making sure to not make any noise that could distract him from his focus. 

Seungkwan ended the song with a powerful note and he just sat there, his arms at his side and staring at the piece in front of him. You started to slowly clap your hands and he turned around to you with a huge smile. “How was the piece?” 

“I love it Seungkwan! I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been playing for ten years,” You chuckled,��“What’s the name of the piece?” 

“I call it Everlasting, because it will always have an everlasting impression on you,” Seungkwan walked over to you and sat next to you to rest his head on your shoulders. 

“I agree, the impression will always be everlasting,” You stretched your legs out and noticed that his legs were so much longer than yours. There was a moment of silence between you two, when you looked back at him and he fell asleep on your shoulder. You rested your head on his and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Moments later, you woke up to a slight breeze coming through the giant windows. You got up to close the windows but you notice that the sunlight was shining in, you looked to where it was directed and it was shining towards Seungkwan. With his sleeping face, the sun shining on him, and the picture perfect moment you couldn’t help but feel your heart feel full just from looking at him. 

“Seungkwan~ wake up,” You shook him awake so that he wouldn’t knock out in the school again. You guys walked back to your apartment, he was going to spend the night since he had a morning class. “So I heard that you’re going to be graduating soon, are you excited?” 

Seungkwan had started his college courses early since he was a music major, he was the most talented person that you knew. He had one recital left, that was supposed to be his graduating piece and you were planning to confess before then. Until something suddenly happened. 

“So are you still gonna go to France once you graduate?” You asked him. 

“Of course! It’s such an amazing offer, I wouldn’t even think of passing it up,” Seungkwan had sparkles coming out of his eyes. 

“Oh, well what about your family? Wouldn’t you want to stay here so that you can be close to them?” You wanted him to stay. 

“I would want to be closer to them but they told me that it was a good offer and I should go off to France,” Seungkwan pointed out. 

“Oh, well I think you should still think about them. Maybe they’re just saying that because they don’t want to tell you their selfish desires. Maybe staying home would be nice too since you’ll be close to your friends as well and won’t go somewhere unknown,” You mindlessly stated without realizing how much that offended him. 

“Well maybe you should stop stating your selfish desires and try to be happy about my offer,” Seungkwan snapped. 

“It’s not even my own selfish desires I’m just saying maybe think about your parents a little,” You started to get defensive. You guys were sitting next to each other now you were sitting across each other yelling at one another. 

“Well maybe my parents aren’t trying to tie me down like how yours are!” Seungkwan shouted. 

“That doesn’t even have anything to do with what I’m talking about! Besides what I’m doing is FOR ME!” You lied. 

“Really?! It’s for you that’s a fucking lie y/n and we both know that. Your parents wanted you to do Business when you wanted to do dance! Now let that sink in,” Seungkwan stood up. 

“Dance was just a dream! Just like how you told me that it was only a dream because I injured myself! I injured myself with one of your songs and since then you avoided melodies that were similar to that because you were HURT! FACE ME! I danced to that song willingly, I hurt myself on my own accord you did nothing but play the damn song.” 

You and Seungkwan had history with one of his songs. It was during the talent show, you went for a jump but miss your landing and hurt your knee which prevented you from dancing. You were able to do normal things like walk, run and stand but dancing was something that the doctors told you to stop doing. Seungkwan was horrified from that day, he blamed himself for hurting you and if he didn’t ask you to dance on that day it could have been prevented. But one day he mentioned how your dance career was just a dream because of your injury, instead of trying to heal from it and move on he took it out on you. 

“Your dance career was just a fucking dream and you didn’t have to dance to that damn song y/n.” Seungkwan went into his room and didn’t come out to talk to you at all. 

It went on like that until the day before his graduation recital came. You were rushing trying to confess to him and apologize to him, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You went to all of his classes in hopes that you can find him but you still couldn’t find him, then you decided to go into the music room and there he was playing the song that you used to dance to. You took off your shoes, walked into the room and started dancing. Seungkwan noticed it but he missed watching you dance so he kept playing, until the part where you had to jump. He wanted to stop but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, but the moment you jumped you were able to land it successfully and finished the routine. The song ended and you ran to Seungkwan who was just sitting at the piano. 

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you that night. I was just saying all of my selfish thoughts as if you weren’t there and I support you in going to France but I’m scared because I really like you Seungkwan!” You shouted, holding his hand. His eyes went wide and a huge smile came across his face. 

“You’re so dumb! I thought you didn’t support me and you were going to be an enemy! I didn’t want to lose you!” Seungkwan cried and you threw your arms around him. You started to cry as well. 

The recital had started. It started off like every other piece but then it slowly started to get faster and that’s when you started to notice that it was his piece Everlasting but he had improved it. The piece was telling a story, everyone knew that it was but everyone had their own interpretation of it. The piece had finally ended, Seungkwan was able to graduate. You ran up to him congratulating him. 

It was the day of the graduation, from this day on you weren’t going to be able to see him for awhile. “Seungkwan! Here are some flowers and these are goodies for your trip!” You handed him his bouquet of flowers and a huge box of snacks. Seungkwan looked down at the box but then back at you. 

“I’ve always loved you,” Seungkwan dropped everything and kissed you. “If you wait a year for me, would you come to me?” 

You started to cry and nodded while hugging him. 

[prettyprincess-kiwi]

He's THAT type of boyfriend 😌

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All Over Again (Minghao x Reader)

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A/N: I promise I’m trying to write more, I’m just now getting more inspo

A/N: I hope this is okay, reblogs are appreciated and requests are open as always

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