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My heart just sank

everyone meet gojo "if i cannot be wanted i will be needed and if i cannot be needed let me be used until there's nothing left of me" satoru

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hii

can you write a kind of list about what cute things hyuka would do if you were dating? cuddling and stuff :DDD like soft and wholesome things he would do :DD

Huening Kai & cute things he'd do in a relationship .｡*♡

| Pairing: Hyuka x gn!reader

| Genre: bullet point

| Warnings: none ✧*。

Author note: sorry for the late reply!! I've had this in my drafts for a long time and forgot to post itㅠㅠ so please enjoy wholesome hyuka with s/o reader !

First things first, he'd always make sure you're always supported, so whenever you're stressed, he'd smile at you softly, pet your head and tell you how well you're doing AAAAH

Dancing hugging like moving around together while hugging he'd like grab your hands from behind and start moving them like you're dancing while humming a beat that's been stuck in his head for too long

Would always try to help out with cooking so he can have a husband image 💔

Made it his goal to be like a husband but you'd just chuckle at him cause he's so cute for that

He always messes up the cooking but you help out/laugh at ur mistake together

Night walks with him are always calming, a light chat with a slow walking tempo

He'd always let you talk your heart out and always try to give good feedback, he'd be so soft with you're emotions and always go the extra mile to never hurt you in the slightest way

He'd be so considerate of you :(

He'd like it when you face him while sleeping so he could hug you against his chest or look at ur pretty face before falling asleep😭😭😭😭🙏🙏 (+ would definitely play with your hair while doing so)

He would always bring surprise cakes to you from the nearest aesthetic/cute café, it's the sweetest gesture, really. He just wants you to enjoy them so you can have energy throughout the rest of the day

Would also be genuinely invested in your opinion about each of the pastries and take it so seriously, so he could note your taste and bring home ones you like better the next time he's out in the café

He'd love giving tight hugs as well, so be ready to suffocate because he will press the last breath out of you while babbling on about how much he loves you and how cute you are, you'd just be there fighting for your life trying to get out a comprehensible word

He'd probs wouldn't bring you around his members as much, he'd appreciate the private moments in your relationship, where it's just the two of you in the comfort of each other

Cute and obnoxious around you, his usual demon laughter would be something you hear everyday,

Wouldn't be afraid to be himself around you, with no restrictions to his true personality, he knows you'd never judge him

Grocery store dates, could be general shopping for a specific food you'll make, or just food for the next few days, or your favourite, buying snacks at night in your local 7eleven, you'd have a little reviewing session later at home, rating each of the snacks individually with him

He'd like kissing your nose and belly the most, wouldn't leave those places alone

Also he'd love cupping your face and pushing your cheeks together to make your lips puff out like a fish ㅠㅠ he thinks it's so cute and loves kissing you like that

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this post~ :) Please be sure to tell me if you'd want more bullet points or reactions, or any kind of fic really <3

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Do You Love Me Baby

Pairing: Biker!Jungwon x reader

Genre: Oneshot

Warnings: cocky, seductive jungwon!!

Word count: 1119

Summary: Jungwon has always had your heart, though you're not quite sure if it's vise versa, he feels like your ride or die, a soulmate, if you will. One night, your feelings bloom for one another like it hasn't before, and Jungwon shows you just how he feels about your presence in his life.

Note: the song I Love You - Young Slo-be inspired me to write this, so go listen to it while reading!! Thank you <3

"I know you love me." Jungwon said with a not so modest smirk, planting his arm onto the brick wall next to your head.

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" You challenged him and looked at him with serene eyes, expression equally as playful.

"Hmm, let's start with the way you look at me. Like this is the last time we'll ever meet;" He stroked your cheek with his free hand, "Or the 'accidental' physical touches. You know I know it's on purpose, right?" Your cheeks flushed soft pink, he was playing with you and your heart. Oh to be his forever ride or die.

"And you still tell me you don't feel a thing, and think I'll believe you?" The red haired boy leaned dangerously close to your face, eyeing your lips.

"But, who am I to doubt you." He leaned away, shrugging like he didn't care. That's what he was so good at, that's what drove you crazy over him. He's constantly pulling you in closer and closer, and just when you think you have him, he slips through your fingers again. But this is how you two played the game, always, since the day you met.

As he stood in a safe distance from you, you immediately caught your breath again, the warmth of his body no longer tangible to your senses.

He looked like an edit to the club music playing in the background, the magenta lights making his silhouette look almost like a sculpture, like he was waiting on you and you alone.

"So, what will it be?" Jungwon put out his hand for you to get a hold of, and before he could pull it back, you grabbed it as he smirked at your keen behaviour.

"Good girl." And with that, you were dragged into the mindless crowd, all dancing and swaying their bodies against each other to the same beat.

With Jungwon, it always felt like time was frozen, like no one else mattered in the whole planet, universe even, it was only you and him, the two of you, for each other. You always got lost in forever with him, he was addicting like the strongest drug. He had such a magnetic presence.

You put your arms around his neck, his hands found your waist ever so softly, moving it around with his digits to the rythm of the song. You would give anything to stay like this till the end of time.

The red haired boy leaned his head into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he basked in the vague scent of your expensive cologne, the natural aroma of your hair, and every speck of you. His senses filled up with your presence, as if all of his pheromones reacted with yours. He never felt like this with anyone else before, none of his bike partners, none of his link ups, none of his random one night crushes ever made him feel just as electrified as you. It always came back to you.

Your bodies heated up simultaneously, like the both of you needed more. More of the never ending memories, more of the euphoric nights spent together, more of the innocent touches that sent shivers down your spine, more of each other.

You tilted his head up softly from its resting position, and looked into his eyes deeply. He stared back with lovestruck eyes, you could practically see the hearts flying around in his pupils. Your hands found his nape as you locked your fingers together, and with every second passing, you were one inch closer, feeling his soft breath on your lips. His own found yours, moving it softly against yours. His sweet lips felt like a trophy, a trophy that was finally yours, something you've always longed for.

He smiled attractively into the kiss, causing the butterflies in your stomach to awaken.

"Stop smiling, I can't kiss you properly." You mumbled against his lips with a faux annoyed tone, to which he giggled, his hands never leaving your waistline.

"My bad, mrs. Kiss expert." He joked, earning you to grimace at him madly.

"Wanna ride?" He asked alluringly, and of course, your answer was yes, as always, just like on every night you needed a lift, or just wanted to feel free together with Jungwon, riding in the bustling city, atop of the still waters of the tranquil river.

And so you followed your soulmate outside, grabbing the helmet you picked out with him from a store, and putting it on tightly. You sat comfortably behind him, adjusting in your seat, wrapping your arms around his waist firmly, to grant you safety.

"You ready?" He looked back at you, smiling as he anticipated the ride of your lives.

"Ready." You said back just as excited. The impact of the speed he set off at slightly startled you, your hands grabbing ahold of his shirt more tightly, your head resting on his back as you closed your eyes. He never went this fast before, it was sure an adventure, sort of like a roller coaster.

The adrenaline just kept building and building, and you remembered that one time when he told you that that was the exact reason he loved biking so much. It was something he could never stop doing. And you were someone he'd want to have doing it with him forever.

To him, it felt like you were the missing puzzle piece. You completed him in so many ways, and having you right behind him, enjoying it just as much as he was, made him have feelings he's never had before. Your arms around him never failed to send his heart into overdrive. The motorbike plus you equaled a double shot of adrenaline.

He decided to stop in the middle of the bridge he always liked staring off into the distance from, and you both pulled your helmets off for a breather.

You leaned against the motorcycle that was behind you, and soon after Jungwon decided to frame you against it, his hands resting on the bike, on both sides of your hip.

"You're mine forever now, you know." He tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears.

"I've always been yours." You corrected him, as your feelings were always present for him only.

He smiled slightly, planting a kiss to the side of your lips, to which you were unable to contain your grin.

His lips found your jaw, then your cheeks, then your neck, and finally your lips, again.

You were free together now. It's only you, him, the night sky, and the thousands of city lights finding you two like the main characters on a theatre stage.

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Comfort Shorts #1

Summary: honestly these comfort shorts are just very very short scenarios I write to act as a warm hug or a soft peck on the forehead for you guys and myself, so feel free to read them whenever you're missing something like that in your life, I hope they do comfort you very much :)

Niki wrapped his arms tightly around you and whispered:

"I love you more than I ever did anyone else. You're my everything."

And with those words, you could feel him snuggle into the back of your neck and easing his body next to yours. He took note of the vague scent of your hair, it was a calming sensation. You felt safer than ever, laying right there in his arms as his body served like a blanket to your own.

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JUNGWON .:. SSAP POSSIBLE

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Remedy

PAIRING: best friend!Park Sunghoon x reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, drabble

WARNINGS: Alcohol usage, cursing

CHARACTER COUNT: 3804

SUMMARY: Getting through a breakup was not easy, so your best friend suggests you run away into the depths of the city at the break of dawn to ease your mind, drunken, with awakening feelings for one another.

The urge came out of nowhere. The urge to run away with your best friend Sunghoon, leaving behind briefly everything you had, your worries, your problems and dilemmas, everything. The main motive though, was to forget about your ex. Your asshole ex who has broken your heart countless times finally got what he deserved. You only stuck around because you were hoping that a miracle might happen one day and he’d realise your worth, but since that day never came you had to realise it yourself and cut him off for good.

And this grief brought you to where you were now, at Sunghoon’s, your best friend’s, staying for the night to cry on his shoulder and ease your nerves with a few bottles of wine, blabbering on about how big of a bad bitch you were for finally cutting it loose and how his ass deserved to burn in the deepest pits of hell.

You were just about to quench your thirst with another pint of alcohol when a rather interesting idea invaded Sunghoon’s thoughts. He suggested that you run away into the depths of dawn. At 4:45 am.

“What? Have you lost your mind?” You were bewildered by his suggestion. You were both blind drunk and had work that day, you haven’t slept a wink, all the more reasons not to run around in foreign streets.

“C’mon. A little freedom never hurt anyone.” He nudged your shoulder, smiling mischievously.

“What if we get lost?”

He furrowed his eyebrows like you said something completely stupid.

“That’s the best part.” Gosh, Sunghoon was smart, but you felt like he was a complete idiot at times like this.

With a big sigh and a defeated glance at your friend, you finally accepted his offer.

“Fuck it, let’s go.”

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“You’re so slow, I can’t believe I’m faster than you!” You were running like crazy, an unstable Sunghoon following right behind you, doing his best to catch up to your figure far away.

“It’s because I’m tipsy, idiot.” He yelled out to you, of course it was the drinks’ doing, otherwise he’d be a mile ahead of you.

Getting exhausted, you stopped in your tracks to take a breather, giving an opportunity for Sunghoon to finally catch up to you.

Heavily breathing, you walked closer to the railing, admiring the view on the unfamiliar highway you were on, cars rarely seen passing by your figures. The morning sun’s golden rays not yet detectable, only the ombre sky was seen above your heads.

Your breath was visible, but the air felt so fresh, almost soul-cleansing. You felt free for the first time in so long, your ex didn’t even cross your mind. It was truly healing being there with Sunghoon.

Speaking of the devil, his hands appeared right next to yours suddenly, cupping the railing in his palms just like you.

You turned around to ask him about his thoughts on the view, but your words got caught in your throat when you saw his body so utterly close to yours. He was hovering over your small figure, trapping you between him and the railing. The warmth of his body made you feel spell-bound.

Your gaze met his, his eyes glassy and completely hazy, you could tell his system was fully intoxicated. His plump lips parted slightly as he spoke in an almost inaudible tone.

“Did you always look this pretty?” He asked like it was nothing, but he got your cheeks all rosy and your eyes wide open. To him, you were undeniably beautiful at the moment, your nose pinkish from the cold, maybe it was from the drinks, but he swore he saw stars in your eyes. Your pheromones played games on him, he was so tempted to just kiss you.

His battle with himself didn't last long as he bent down closer to your face which was already burning up, centimetres away from you, his lips finding yours as they pressed against them ever so softly.

Your eyes widened beyond their limit as you held your breath, your dazed mind couldn’t even process what was happening. He was actually kissing you.

His lips tasted of the alcohol you had consumed not so long ago, bittersweet.

It didn’t last long, but it lasted long enough for you to remember it for the rest of your life. He pulled away slowly from the sweet kiss he had stolen from you, the taste of wine lingering on your mouth as he smiled warmly.

“You’re so cute when you’re shocked.” And with that he lifted his arms from the railing, freeing you from his trap as he walked away at a steady pace.

“C’mon, we should check out the rest of the place.”

You were left with confusion, a rapid heartbeat, and a thousand questions. Did he only kiss you because he was drunk? Whatever his motive was, it was none of your worries as of right now, you just smiled cheekily and followed him in his steps.

Maybe Park Sunghoon was the best remedy for your broken heart.

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☁ . . . beauty in you ! jungwon & f!reader

in 2.86k words, yang jungwon shows you that there's beauty in you.

warnings : sadness (?), somewhat of implied depression but not really, super repetitive, not much dialogue, not proofread

[ lily's rambles : this is... my first post on tumblr ! i don't know what compelled me to write it but i do hope that you listen to four by sleeping at last while reading, it really is such a beautiful song. p.s. i know it moves fast, but please bare with me, i got too impatient. ]

you don't know when you'd started feeling this way. that empty and chilling void of an emotion that brought tears to your eyes at the most inopportune of times. you just know that by now, it was familiar, almost as if you'd felt this way all your life and every sliver of happiness and hope was just an illusion you had imagined and longed for.

nobody knew how you felt. they never bothered to ask and you never bothered to tell them. that was how you liked to be, unbothered and alone because you find peace and some sense of order in solitude. you could at least try to understand your library of silent thoughts that way. yet you can't help but think that the boy who stood in front of you, holding your sketchbook out to you could understand your feelings better than you could.

nobody knew how you felt. they never bothered to ask and you never bothered to tell them. that was how you liked to be, unbothered and alone because you find peace and some sense of order in solitude. you could at least try to understand your library of silent thoughts that way. yet you can't help but think that the boy who stood in front of you, holding your sketchbook out to you could understand your feelings better than you could.

the sketchbook in his hands is your prized possession, your pride and joy, if you will. nearly every page is filled with art created with all the feelings you poured into your pen- each day a new one was added, based on your mood. and so, you could imagine your panic when, one day, you had dug through your school bag only to find it completely void of the familiar beige-covered sketchbook. and you can only imagine the relief that spread through your body when, one weekend later, a boy with dark hair that you knew only by sight tapped you on the shoulder at the end of fourth period and held out your sketchbook.

jungwon hadn’t meant to look through your sketchbook when he picked it up in the cafeteria, he really hadn’t. all he’d intended was to open the front cover and look for the name of the owner (which, he found out was a certain y/n that was in his fourth period) but when he did open it, he saw the first page- a faded painting of gray clouds set across a dull blue sky. but he didn’t think much of it- it was a pretty piece, of course but he didn’t dwell on it- and was going to look for you and return it until the bell rang signaling the end of lunch period. so he gingerly tucked the book into his own bag, just to keep it safe for the weekend.

truthfully, he didn’t look through your sketchbook. not at first anyway. see, he had already half forgotten about it until his sister had seen it in his bag and asked him about it. and then he’d accidentally knocked it off his desk a couple minutes after she’d laid it on there and the book just happened to open to a certain page.

he wasn't going to look at it, really. but, well, it had opened so... a peek wouldn't hurt, right? he picked it up, internally reprimanding himself for being so careless with the book within just a few hours of having found it but found himself intrigued by the painting that spanned over two pages. on the left, the light of a bright yellow sun seemed to leak, into a river below and gloomy clouds overtook the sky in the right page. a bright blue river grew darker as it went on and a girl sat on the river bank, right in the crease of the two pages.

he felt a twinge of... something, an unfamiliar feeling in his chest but shook it off, simply admiring the painting and was about to close the book again until he caught a glimpse of tiny writing crammed in the bottom right corner of the page, "there's beauty in the sun, but not in me" and a small frown tugs at his lips as he runs his finger over the quote.

he couldn't stop himself from sitting on his mattress, your sketchbook open in his hand and flipping carefully through the pages, taking in every painting and drawing that grew increasingly dull in color and in some cases, gloomy. he reached the last painting before he knew it, and it was by far the simplest piece he had seen in the book. he ran his thumb over the slightly wrinkled page, over the icy blue acrylic and over the clouds. oh, how he wished he could make your sadness go away.

you let out a sigh of relief when you turned around, swinging your school bag over your shoulder to see a boy standing in front of you holding out your sketchbook. for the first time in... who knows how long, you let a smile grace your face as you looked at your beloved sketchbook and whisper a small, quiet "thank you", nimbly taking it from him with both hands and bowing.

jungwon just nods silently, opening his mouth a little to say something but before he can, the bell rings, the teacher walks in, and he's suddenly walking back to his seat, leaving you to snap yourself out of your slight daze and take your own seat.

but as you open your sketchbook, flipping to the next available page to add a new drawing, you came across a page that was tucked into the crease. it was a painting. an icy blue and white background frames the words "i think that there's beauty in you, even if you can't see it" and you feel a pair of eyes on you as you examine it confusedly. you turn a little to meet eyes with jungwon, who immediately drops his gaze and a thought strikes you. had he painted this? and even just that thought woke a flurry of butterflies in your heart.

you confront him about the painting a few days later (you'd tried multiple times before that, but you found that you were too scared to face him and ran away before you got close enough for him to even notice you) and the moment you walk up to him, before you can even talk, he's stammering out apologies, much to your confusion. to spare the poor boy's breath, you interrupt his string of apologies– "i think it was pretty."

he pauses and stares at you, a look of confused incredulity painting his face, "you what?" you give him a small smile that felt somewhat mechanical yet real at the same time, "it was pretty, i liked it."

"you did?" jungwon tilts his head to the side, looking like a lost puppy (or cat, you think to yourself) and your smile grows a little more as you nod. "it made me feel, well... i don't know what it made me feel. but it made me feel something other than emptiness in a long time."

he lets out a visible sigh of relief and graces you with a sheepish smile, "i didn't mean to look through your sketchbook, i'm sorry. i just couldn't help myself. and then i saw that you were feeling sad so i wanted to make you feel better and... yeah." his voice trails off at the end as his eyes flit back to the floor and you find that smiling doesn't seem so hard now.

you and jungwon didn't talk that much after your first conversation, you never crossed paths outside of fourth period anyway. but whenever you were in class you glanced at him throughout the period, just to make sure he was still there and wasn't some wild, too-good-to-be-true hallucination you had in your desperation for someone to understand.

his painting is hung up on your bedroom wall now, right in front of the desk you occupied so frequently. there were days when you spent hours crying at your desk and other days you spent hours just staring blankly at the painting, feeling devoid of any emotion. you liked those days best. there was no trying to hide your tears or trying to hide the fact that you'd been crying at ungodly hours when you went to school the next day.

that, of course, is the reason you found yourself pulling the strings of your hoodie all the way in an attempt to hide your tired and teary eyes in the middle of the school hallways. you slump into your chair, feeling drained of all energy by now that it was mid-day and all you could look forward to was the end of class. no one takes notice of the excessive amounts of heavy sighs you let out or the multiple times you close your eyes, lips quivering in an attempt to suppress tears. no one except jungwon, who's sitting a couple seats to your left.

he watches you closely in concern, leaning forward in his desk a little and a frown tugging at his lips. when he first walked into fourth period, he'd noticed how tired you seemed. truthfully, he didn't know you well– not at all. but he knew you enough to know that your bleary eyes weren't just the result of lack of sleep or too much homework. and now he watches as you close your eyes yet again, pulling your hoodie strings impossibly tighter. but he only watches, because what can he do?

but by the next day, he seems to have figured out what he can do because a flower is sitting on your desk. a small note is attached to it, "an amaryllis symbolizes beauty and worth. i see both in you." for once, your classmates talk to you, wondering who had given you a flower and babbling about how they wished it was from them. but jungwon keeps his distance, and you notice.

you notice his more than frequent glances at you during the teacher's lecture and you conclude one thing in your mind: yang jungwon had given you the flower. you meet his eyes more than once, and he knows that you've figured out who gave you the flower. but he doesn't want to say anything and neither do you, because at the end of class, you're both packing up and leaving the classroom without a single word.

but after school, you find yourself walking in the direction of a nearby flower store instead of home. and even more, you find yourself opening the door of the flower shop, drawing in a breath and asking, "can i have a flower that says thank you?" and you walk out of the store with a campanula in hand.

but what surprises you more is that the next day, you're holding out the flower directly to jungwon and you could care less that someone might see you. he's surprised and he doesn't try to hide it but takes the flower all the same, mumbling a quiet "thank you" and you're about to leave when he speaks again. "do you want to go to the park with me after school?"

at precisely 3pm, you're walking to the school gates. school's finally over and it's about time to walk home now. but jungwon's waiting for you at the gates just like he'd promised and you're walking to him just like you'd promised. he doesn't say anything as you approach him but he smiles at you, holding out a carton of chocolate milk and a carton of strawberry milk in his hands, "i didn't know which one you liked, so i got both from the vending machine."

you hesitate before taking the chocolate milk from him, not missing the way your fingers brushed lightly against his and the way it made your cheeks heat up. but if jungwon notices, he doesn't say anything about it because he just starts walking, leaving you to follow in his wake.

most of the walk is quiet, unnaturally quiet and you both make up for it by stealing glances at each other, looking away and pretending that you’d been looking the opposite way when your eyes met. but as you near the park, jungwon breaks the silence, “the sun is pretty.”

you nod, a little confused, “yes, i guess it is.” and he simply looks you straight in the eye, “you’re pretty, just like the sun.” the simple comment sends butterflies to your stomach and you open and close your mouth like a goldfish before stammering out, “i’m really not...” but he just smiles unbelievingly and walks on.

for the next few weeks, you and jungwon made it a habit to walk to the park nearly everyday after school, jungwon occasionally bringing you a single flower with a different meaning each time, a carton of chocolate milk, or a painting he'd done by himself. you don't really talk until the second week and even then it was just small talk. and you don't start opening up until a month later, and your first real sentence to him were, "thank you for not pushing me to talk."

and he smiles and shakes his head because he's figured by this point that you don't like to talk, least of all to someone you barely know. it's no problem, he says and then you lapse into silence again.

it takes another 2 weeks for you to fully open up about your feelings and at the end of your unexpected (even by you) rant about everything you disliked about yourself, he pats your shoulder gently and tells you he understands, because it's okay to not feel happy all the time and he'll always be there for you to talk to if you need him.

a day later, your teacher lets you pick the seating chart as a reward for a good class grade average and jungwon immediately pulls you to sit next to him. it was the first time you'd actually interacted with him in school since the day you gave him the flower. everyday, he pries your shell open more, bit by bit and he likes to ask you about your favorite color or what your favorite word means to you.

but your talks are always about you, you notice. he doesn't say much about himself until he suddenly bursts into tears after a fight he had with his sister that you don't quite understand but because you want him to feel better, you hesitantly reach out to put a hand on his shoulder and whisper comforting words, telling him everything would turn out okay. that was the day he hugged you for the first time.

two days after that scene, it rained after school so you and jungwon run as fast as you can to his house, which is closer. the carpets got wet and his blankets drenched in rain water as you dwindle the time away sitting on his bed talking and occasionally doing some homework. his sister pops her head in to say hi and give you some cookies as snacks, apologising profusely because they were store-bought but you smile and thank her. and jungwon thanks you, for telling him that everything would be okay.

after that, your friendly after school 'dates' (for lack of a better word) moved to his house. he liked to look at random things in his room and point them out to you, telling you stories of how he had begged his parents to buy him this or how he'd made this when he was a kid. and you liked to stop in his living room when you entered his house, cooing and teasing him about the baby pictures hung up on the walls.

you like to show jungwon your daily drawings and paintings the next day at school, the sketchbook is almost full now. he likes to admire your art and compliment you everyday, it makes you blush and smile and he finds that he likes to see you flustered because it resembles the butterflies in his stomach when he's around you.

one day, he decides to take a risk. you were tapping your pen against your lip, evidently thinking hard as you stared down at your literature notes, trying to cram them into your head. and he kisses you, on the cheek. just a light, quick kiss before he pulls away in a fit of giggles as your cheeks heat up and you look at him with wide eyes.

he walks you home that night, because it's gotten dark and he kisses you again when you're about to go into your house, this time on the lips. flustered, you run into your house with a big smile on his face that's mirrored on jungwon's as he waves after you and walks back to his own house, running straight up the stairs when his sister asks him why he's smiling so much.

when jungwon goes back to his room, he sees your sketchbook, open to the very last page, sitting on his desk and he wonders how he hadn't noticed it before. every page was now filled, he knew, but you hadn't let him look at the last page until, well, now. he breathed in sharply as he let his eyes run over a painting of a a bright sun, shining down on a girl who appeared to be dancing with a sweet smile so reminiscent of yours and on the back, written in black pen, "thank you for showing me that there's beauty in me."

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Rivals With Benefits

PAIRING: mafiaboss!Jay x enemy's daughter!reader

GENRE: mafia au, sliiightest hint of suggestive

WARNINGS: mildly suggestive, mentions of violence

CHARACTER COUNT: 6619

Jay was as erratic as the path of a tornado. Whatever he had in mind stayed in his mind, almost none of his movements were ever traceable. His astounding precision was something you most admired about him.

Today was no different from any other day as you, or more so your father, Choi Taeyang was striked with another attack from Jay's little crew, Scylla. It wasn't little at all, in fact he had thousands of men on the frontline of his gang, loyal as a dove. He was the boss after all.

Jay and your father has always had a "mild" conflict between them, simply because of unfinished business. Eversince Jay had cheated (smartly) at a casino and took your father's every penny right into his pocket, your father made sure to keep an eye on him and one day, possibly take over his place in the house of Scylla. He wanted revenge. It was a back and forth war eversince then. One moment, your father burns down one of Jay's beach houses, another Jay blows up a business place of your father.

So there you were, at 6am, woken up by one of your father's men notifying everyone at the hotel that Scylla has arrived and had already begun shooting the place down.

Normally, you wouldn't blink an eye to whatever trouble Jay was ready to cause, but at times like this, it was truly a pain in the ass to get involved. You couldn't even finish your beauty sleep.

You got ready to leave rather quickly, but not quick enough it seemed. There he was, Jay, standing at the door of your room, swinging his shotgun around his fingers carelessly.

"Look who we got here. The daughter of Choi Taeyang, if my eyes don't deceive me." He took a few leisurely steps towards you.

"Are they ever deceiving you, Jay?" You said, rather confidently in a flattering manner to which he cocked an eyebrow then nodded in agreement.

"You're quite right. I'm never wrong."

"So, how is the war going? Are you winning?" You asked in an attempt to keep the conversation going. You would be lying if you said you weren't counting points between your father and Jay. It was a rather fun game to watch. Two bloodthirsty man vigorously fighting, kind of like little children when they don't get the last say.

"What do you think, Y/N?" He took a few more steps forward, getting threateningly closer to invading your personal space.

"I think you should watch your back. You wouldn't wanna screw up like last time."

It was your turn to get all cocky, gaining confidence with every word that left your mouth.

"After all, you're quite weak."

Now you have really pulled his trigger. Jay was fuming with anger, exactly how you wanted. How dare you bring up his past mistakes? What you didn't expect was a gun softly resting under your chin, ready to end you in a matter of seconds.

He leaned closer to your ears, whispering his every word into the depths of your soul.

"Careful. You wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get all screwed up." This sent shivers down your spine, you could feel his breath hit your earlobe.

"I'm taking my leave now, but expect me around. I don't wanna waste my time here any longer." And with these last bitter words, he pulled his gun away from your chin, turned his back on you and left the room, leaving you with an andrenaline rush and an inconsistent heartbeat. He could be pretty terrifying after all.

-

Another day, another spy session for your father. You accepted to help him through his work regarding his rivalry with Jay only because he had offered to pay you for it. You knew your worth.

You were walking around one of Jay's office buildings in a mild disguise, a baseball cap covering up most of your features. As you found your way right outside his meeting room, you eavesdropped on whatever plan he had to discuss.

It wasn't much fun though, so you thought why not peak through the glass wall a little. Jay wouldn't notice for sure, he was blind as a bat when focused.

And so you leaned to the side slightly, looking through the glass that separated you and his team, admiring how immersed he was in his work.

He was hot, for sure. No one could deny that. His sharp features stood out from everyone else's, and he's habit of raising his eyebrows whenever he heard something obscene made your heart do flips.

When you felt you had had your fun, you made your way into the cafeteria to grab a refresher.

-

Just as you were sipping your coffee in serenity, a man in a black suit spoke up from beside your table.

"Ms. L/N, Mr. Park has ordered you to his office. You'll have to come with me."

Great. You were caught red handed. How did he even know you were still in the building? He really has eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

You stood up with exasperation, following the suited guy in his steps.

-

As he opened the door for you, you saw Jay in his office chair, head resting in the palms of his hands, looking deeply into your orbs. His eyes were dim, darker than normal. He was plotting something.

The door shut behind you, leaving only the two of you in the office, surrounded by silence.

"Why did you need me here?" Your question made Jay chuckle. The answer was so obvious.

"I think you know why." He found a pen to tap on the table as he leaned further back in his chair.

"Come here." He ordered you by motioning with his fingers. Your steps were slow and cautious. Who knew what he hid behind those pretty eyes of his.

"C'mon, I don't bite." That sounded like a deception. Whatever he wanted he wasn't going to get. Not from you.

"Standing in front of my desk isn't going to be enough, love. Stand here." He pointed onto the floor next to his office chair.

You took a big gulp and stood right in front of him as the air felt just a tad bit thinner between the two of you.

He looked up into your eyes, hands snaking around your waist, fingers sensually caressing over your flesh.

He pulled you slowly onto his lap, easing you right on top of him. It was too close. You two never went beyond anything but innocent flirting. Label wasn't even a subject ever, none of you cleared up any awakened feelings between the two of you.

He's gotten bold, you thought. Next place his hands found themselves was at your hair, carefully tucking it behind your ear. He made sure he was close enough for you to hear his light whisper.

"You'll have to make up for it." And with that, his lips brushed against yours ever so slightly as he grabbed ahold of your hips a bit more firmly. However, your mouths never fully attached themselves to one another, leaving you longing for his kiss. You had enough of his teasing.

"Kiss me, Jay." You pleaded, not giving a shit about your hard-to-get image anymore.

He smirked at your vulnerable state, surprised by your sudden honesty.

"Impatient, are we?" He wasted no time in attaching his lips right onto yours, the excitement that engulfed the both of you finally being taken care of.

His mouth moved smoothly against yours, fighting for dominance. You really soaked in the moment, feeling his soft lips pressed onto yours, it was so sweet yet so sensual.

He made sure to take his time with it and to make it the best kiss you've ever had. You couldn't hide the redness creeping onto your cheeks anymore. You could only imagine how big of an ego boost this must've been for him.

Jay decided to deepen the kiss and see how far you'd go for him, his tongue playing with yours roughly. He was so happy to finally have you give into him.

He pulled your body closer to his to feel your warmth more, he longed for you just as much as you longed for him.

Just as you were about to gasp for air, Jay's office door opened swiftly, making the both of you automatically get off of each other. He wouldn't wanna be caught with the enemy's daughter, and you wouldn't wanna be caught with the enemy.

"Mr. Park, I believe there has been a minor chaos in one of your pubs. You should look into it." Jay's inferior informed him, expecting Jay to follow him out the room.

"I'll be downstairs in a minute." Jay said, and the man took his leave with a nod, understanding that his boss needed some time to get ready.

Jay turned his head in your direction, lust still present in his gaze.

"We'll finish later, babe."

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he's literally the most beautiful soul to ever walk this planet :(

jungwon ▸ en-connect 

[soft4chenle]

Friends Can Cuddle

PAIRING: best friend!Jungwon x reader

GENRE: fluff all the way

WARNINGS: none, enjoy .｡*♡

CHARACTER COUNT: 3870

The temperature of your room was as of ice age, your breath was almost visible. You brought your knees close to your chest and wrapped your arms firmly around them to provide you with warmth from your own body. You didn't understand how it could be so cold when the heater was supposed to be heating the room!!

What you understood even less was how in sweet jesus did Jungwon remain as still as a rock, no complaints whatsoever. Was he made of ice himself to endure such agonizing temperatures?

You looked over to him, he was sitting comfortably on your desk chair, looking at god knows what time-wasting tiktoks on his phone. You only hoped he'd never come across one of those thirst edits of him made by his beloved engenes.

"Aah, I'm so cold. Are you not shivering?" You spoke up, shimmiing around in your spot to get rid of the cold.

"Hmm? No? Should I feel cold?" He asked as he averted his gaze from his phone, looking at you with a questioning expression. Was he really this thick-skinned?

"My breath is literally visible, what do you mean should I feel cold?"

"Is the heater not working?"

You have already checked the heater, but it wasn't so rare for it to take a day off and decide not to work for a few hours.

You shook your head, and pulled the corner of your mouth with disappointment. There was nothing you could do against the cold.

Jungwon examined your devastated figure, and immediately started thinking of ways to solve your dilemma. He always found himself caring about you just a bit more than he did for anyone else.

"Should I bring you a blanket?" He offered kindly, of course, it was Jungwon we're talking about. The polite, well-mannered boy.

"They're still in the washing machine. Can't use them." You stated, narrowing down your options even further.

The both of you were stuck there just thinking of creative and innovative ideas to keep warm, when Jungwon suddenly offered an unexpected one.

"We could cuddle. Right? Friends can cuddle." He reassured himself, hoping to make it sound more appealing to you with the last sentence.

You jerked your head up, raising both eyebrows in surprise. You would've never thought of this in a thousand years. Cuddling with THE Yang Jungwon?

It was a fact that the two of you were close friends, but you never really got physical with each other. Definitely a big milestone.

"Umm, yeah.. I guess.." You said, quite unsure of how appropriate this was for the both of you. It's not like friends can't cuddle, but there's just been a bit of an obvious tension between the two of you.

Neither of you ever mentioned it though, even if the blind could see the way you looked at each other. You both enjoyed your comfortable friendship, and since both of you were pussies, you were never anything more, never anything less.

You scooted over on your bed to leave some space to Jungwon as he made his way over to you. He brought his phone with him so as to not make things too awkward, it'd be the perfect way to break some tension between the two of you.

He positioned himself comfortably next to you, and with a swift movement and a light grasp on your hip, he turned you over so your back was facing him.

Two spoons, a big one, and a little one, laying on a cozy bed. He layed his arm in the crook of your waist, the other one resting under his head.

It was much more intimate than you imagined it to be. Heat flushed into the apples of your cheeks from the sudden contact, you never felt him this close to you. Hell, you could feel his breath on your neck. It was an honest moment of panic and flusteredness.

What Jungwon forgot, was that there was no way he was going to reach his phone in this position. What a waste, now he had to actually cuddle you without anything to avert his attention to.

It was his turn to get all pink in the cheeks. He really took in his bold move, and realised how beyond friendly this felt. His heart was beating. Friends don't give each other cardiac arrest, cause butterflies in each other's stomach, or make one another feel so... In love.

But in that moment, as you were laying right there in his arms, so close to his chest, he had to admit, he really was in love with you.

These feelings never remained unreturned, you could say the same about him. This was all it took for the both of you to realize how important you were for each other. Not just as friends.

Feeling a little more sure of yourself, you took a big gulp and grabbed ahold of his hand laying on your waist, pulling it close to your chest, interlocking fingers.

He snuggled closer to you, face resting on your shoulder as his hands wrapped around your frail body a bit more comfortably.

None of you dared to say a word, but you both knew just how special this moment turned out to be.

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"Hanging stars"

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹⁂̩̩͙͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁎̩͙⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙﹥ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛-

[soft4chenle]

´っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎(´,,>ω<,,`)♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`):( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა