sweetdejun

[sweetdejun]

dear you.

trope: optional bias x fem!reader, arranged marriage, angst/fluff

synopsis: An all-too-well story through a series of letters she wrote to him, as they navigated a withering love story that had yet to see its eternal bloom.

word count: 3.7k, unedited (typical)

AHHH so excited that this is finally done!! I haven't posted in a LONG time so I'm nervous to see how this goes. thanks for reading, hope to see you soon xoxo

Dear you, 

Today was the first time we met. I couldn't hear much of the loud conversation our parents were having while, well, I tried to keep the thundering beats of my heart quiet. Stolen glances were all I had the courage to give you, and when our eyes locked for a brief moment, I could’ve sworn I saw a tinge of honey in those gorgeous eyes of yours. Perhaps it was the effect of the lighting, but I doubt it. 

I wonder what your hobbies are? What kind of music do you listen to? How do you take your coffee or tea? Is there a place in the world you wanna go to? Do you want the right side or the left side of the bed? Just thinking about the two of us sharing a bed makes me blush. These next few months are going to be dedicated to celebrating us, and I can’t wait for the day I get to become your wife. 

Patiently waiting,

Me

Dear you,

The wedding festivities are ticking closer and closer. We got to exchange numbers so every now and then when I get the chance I send you small texts here and there. Your responses are slow, if at all, but I bet it’s because you’re busy with work. It’s no big deal, I totally get it. 

Did you know, my friends ask about you all the time? I have to say that you’re always busy, so you don’t have time to talk or spend time with me. There’s always a flash of sympathy on their faces when I mention this, but I don’t care. As long as you respond to me, that’s all I care about. 

I’ve been trying to learn more and more about you through your mom and sister, who have been nothing but kind to me since day one. I didn’t think you were the type to be in a band in high school, but I got ahold of one of your demos (courtesy of your sister) and I listened to it in the car one day. Pretty good, I would say. Your voice sounded so cute… a little bit of that childhood innocence is mixed in with the majority of the baritone found in your voice today. 

Eager to meet you,

Me

Dear you,

When we sat down for dinner, you didn’t talk much. A couple of quick exchanges were all we had, but mostly I spent the evening picking at my food and looking around to watch the couples smile happily and enjoy their lovers’ presence. I moved one piece of broccoli around back and forth for a good ten minutes, while you quietly ate your dinner, one hand glued to your cell phone and mindless scrolling.

I saw a lady walk behind you towards the bathroom, and a quick look at your phone was all she needed to give me a look of pity before disappearing behind me. I excused myself to go the bathroom, and as soon as I leaned against the sink, my hands gripping the cold, wet porcelain, the woman was exiting the stall. I didn’t miss that strange look on her face when she approached the sink next to me to wash her hands. I tried to take a few deep breaths when she turned to me, a paper towel aggressively ripped from the automatic machine. She was hesitant, but eventually, before leaving she said to me, “take care dear, he’s not worth your time.” I don’t know why she’d said that. 

Confused and a little hurt,

Me

Dear you,

The countdown is getting shorter. It’s now a matter of days, and if things weren’t crazy enough, the hustle and bustle around the house have definitely been made very obvious now. I’ve had my bachelorette party, and a few other small dinners courtesy of my friends, but I feel that now I must be the blushing bride everyone wants me to be. At least for the next few days, that is. Once we get married, things will be different. I know they will. I hope that whatever doubts and hesitations I am feeling now are nothing but mere wedding jitters. 

I have to get my nails done, my hair colored and every inch of my body scrubbed and polished. My facial needs to be done, too. It’s funny, the last time I must’ve put this much effort into looking prim and perfect must’ve been for my senior prom, and it’s been years since that day. Did you go to prom as well? I have to remember to show you those dreadful photos, but back in those days, there was a spark of hope that love existed out there for me. Even if the guy I went with was nothing more than a friend, I hoped that my destiny had love written for me at some point, when I’d grow into a woman. I hope that time’s finally arrived.

Excited about what’s to come,

Me

Dear you, 

The wedding is over. You looked dashing, as always, and I was told that I looked beautiful. My parents cried today, and I think it didn’t hit me until now that I really am a married woman now. You’re gone to play pool with your groomsmen, you just told me that you would be back in a bit. It’s been an hour and a half, and I got impatient and changed out of my gorgeous but annoying dress into something more breathable. I took the dozens of bobby pins out from my hair, and as I wiped the makeup away, I couldn’t help but remember the fake smile I’d put up for everyone; the pictures, your friends and family, and my friends and family. The facade is already setting in that we’re a happy couple… are we really? You didn’t even feel the need to spend tonight, of all nights, with me. I must be that ugly, huh?  

Maybe pessimism isn’t how we wanna start this new chapter of our lives. I’ll try to make an effort to be more present in your life because I don’t wanna lose something without giving it a chance. 

I hear your laughter downstairs. Wonder what that’s about.

Just stood by the door, but what I heard was enough to lull me into the security of my dreams. “I can’t believe we’re married… I know nothing about her, and frankly, could care less about her.”

Heartbroken on the night that was supposed to be cherished,

Me

Dear you,

Things have been up and down. On one end, when you’re around, we talk a little. Getting to know you has far exceeded my expectations, even though it’s little by little. In the beginning, you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me, but one day, when I had enough I decided to confront you about it. The strongest I’d ever been, I will say, but it was liberating. You had no idea of the feeling of a burden being lifted from my shoulders that day. That conversation clearly had an effect on you, as you had started sleeping next to me since that day. but some people only deserve good, dare I say perfect, things in small doses.

I usually don’t wake up next to you. Feels like how it did when we first got married, which feels like ages even though it’s only been a few weeks. The faint dips in the bed from your body are almost completely faded by the time I wake up. The remnants of a freshly brewed pot of coffee lie in the coffee maker downstairs. I find myself repeating the same routine; making another batch of coffee, quietly having breakfast, and maybe rearranging the living room furniture to see if you’ll notice it when you get home. I do the laundry, cook a little, and work a little. 

I actually did something a little interesting today, though. When I went grocery shopping I was surprised to see handwriting that wasn’t mine. I couldn’t read what you wrote, though. Your penmanship is not great but I guess in the corporate world, you don’t really see the need to handwrite things anymore. I hesitated on calling you before I eventually deciphered what you wrote. Turns out, you just need to look at it a little longer and give it some time because before you know it, it’ll unravel right in front of you. Maybe there’s hope in me that you’ll do the same.

Slowly feeling the fatigue of the night,

Me 

Dear you,

Today was a bit different than the rest of the mundane days I’d spent in this empty house. I was sipping on my tea in the final hours of afternoon, reading a book when suddenly your footsteps started to echo against the marble floor. My gaze turned up to look at your figure that leaned against the doorframe, hands in your pockets. I raised my eyebrows, doggy-earring my page and setting the paperback to the side. “Hey, what’s up?” “Uh, nothing much,” you started. “I was wondering if you wanted to go grab something to eat.” I blinked back. This is the first time you’ve voluntarily offered to take me to dinner. Naturally I’ve grown a little skeptical after hearing the empty promises, but my heart has yearned for your calls. I hesitantly let my heart win over my head, and take you up on your offer. 

I took out the perfect outfit, gold earrings and wore a blood red lipstick. The last time I wore a shade like this… I can’t remember. Not even on our wedding day did I go with a bold shade as this one. 

When I got ready, you look up from your phone for a second and for the first time, you did a double take and took in my appearance properly. I felt shy under your gaze for a moment, but my brain was refusing to believe that this was happening. “You look nice, y/n.” I shift my gaze up through my eyelashes for a second and reply with a curt ‘thank you’. 

Everything between going to the restaurant (which has a beautiful seaside view, a live musician and there’s a warmth accompanying the brisk autumn breeze), ordering the food, eating the food and going home, we had a conversation longer than we’ve ever had before. 

The words exchanged were still formal, at least on my end, because deep in my heart I want you to experience what I experienced these last few months. I think you have a way of letting your frustration peek through more easily though, because I could sense your impatience with my one sentence responses to your questions and not as much reciprocation. My frustration’s getting to me too. 

Wondering what’s gonna happen next,

Me

Dear you,

We walked into the house tonight and you gritted your teeth, “I’m just trying to get to know you better. Why are you making this so hard?” That made me stop in my tracks. I’m confused now, because this entire time you were the one making things hard for me. I wanted to reach out and touch you, hold you, tell you that there was always a soft spot in my heart for you. But I couldn’t. Not anymore. “You were the one that pushed me away, and I just could not keep putting in an effort to try to win someone over that never wanted to be mine in the first place,” is all I can tell you. Tears ran down my face and the pain that I buried away reappeared on the surface of my heart with a vengeance. “I wasn’t ready!” I hear you exclaim as I walk away. There’s a tone of disappointment I’m picking up from your voice, almost like you’re confused as to why I’m walking away. “Well, good. I’m glad we’re finally on the same page for once,” my shaky voice responded and I shut the door to our room.

Crying myself to sleep,

Me

Dear you,

It’s been a couple of days since our argument. We’ve gone back to our terse exchanges, the lackluster life I grew to tolerate reentered my life. One day, much like before, while I was tending to my plants you came from around a corner, and grabbed a seat before me. “Look up at me for a second.” There’s something new in your voice, a sort of fragility that has my broken heart skipping a beat. I met your gaze and paled when I took in your appearance. Not that you’d been crying or anything but I could tell the stress over the last few days started to bring out an aged quality in your features. Subtle dark circles and a shadow of a stubble along your jaw. “I want to take this moment to say a couple of things,” you started. “I want to firstly apologize for how formal I was in the beginning. The truth was I never thought I would be involved in an arranged marriage. I was confident that I’d find someone myself, and when it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to, I let my ego come in the way of even starting off on the right foot with you.” I thought back to the very beginning, your words and actions aligned with you showing no interest. Perhaps what you say is true, so I nod to let you know I hear you. “I also want to give us a chance to start over. Like I said, it was a rocky start and I don’t think our families will be too happy if we keep things going this way. I’ll put in more of an effort, but this is a two way street. Are you willing to do the same?” 

Truth of the matter is, I’ve grown tired of living this way. We became two strangers, two roommates under the same roof instead of husband and wife. I know that even though I don’t show it much, there’s still a part of me that’s mad for you. I want to revive her. I want my happily ever after. If this is what will lead to that, I’m willing to give it a shot. “Yes.”

Looking forward to starting fresh,

Me

Dear you,

Things have been getting better. I learned about the company you work for and what you do there. I had an idea of when you left for the office and when you came back home. Now that your alarm is something I can hear now, I have started to mold my routine to fit yours a bit better. This is how things go now: your alarm goes off and you go and shower, while I get up and get a pot of coffee going and pull your pre-packed lunch from the fridge. By the time I get to pulling out your breakfast stuff, I hear you come down the stairs. You make our coffee, which has taken you several tries to get it right for me, and I go brush my teeth and wash my face. I come down and you’ve made your breakfast and mine. We enjoy breakfast silently, albeit on the same table, which is progress in itself. You’ve asked me how the coffee was today, and it’s a bit on the bitter side but it’s gotten much better since day one. On day one, I had to pretend to like the coffee and then I waited for you to leave so that I could remake it.

When you get back from work at the end of the day, I usually have dinner ready so that all you have to do it wash up really quick and join me for dinner on the table. Our conversations pick up a bit at this point. You tell me about anything exciting or crazy that happened at work that day, and I tell you bits and pieces about my work from home situations. You’ve made it a point to learn more about me too, so now you know that my favorite color is forest green, I have a fondness for interior design and that I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Your favorite color is blue, you enjoy the occasional mystery novel and you have a guilty pleasure of 90s rom-coms. 

Beginning to wonder when we’ll have our 90s rom-com moment,

Me

Dear you, 

You have started becoming more open and friendly, and now we’re becoming friends. I find your lingering gaze on me from time to time as I complete a chore or fix my hair in the mirror. I can’t find it in me to connect my eyes with your own yet, but slowly and surely I’m getting there. I feel too shy, is that so bad? I suggested that we sit down and watch a 90s rom-com tonight, which I know you won’t object to after the latest revelation. You’ve gone to the kitchen to warm up some popcorn whilst I had time to sneak out to write this letter. I wonder if you’ll ever find these, I’ve hidden them quite well and I know you won’t look there. My wedding ring is glistening under the desk light as I finish this letter to you. Today it seems extra radiant.

Hearing you call my name with that dulcet voice,

Me

Dear you,

It’s been a while. Our mini vacation to that cute little town is over now, we’ve just returned home. I finally got to see the many sides there are to you. Your adventurous side that wants to try any new food, your mortified side when you almost slipped down the hill during our morning hike, your gentle and soft side when a little girl was standing in front of us in line for ice cream. I’ve started showing you sides of me, where I laugh the loudest at a comedy show, or make stupid puns when I read street signs or stare in awe as fresh snow falls from the sky over our heads. 

Tonight you asked to kiss me. Before today the last time we kissed was for the camera on our wedding day. The air was different tonight, though. You tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and asked for permission before leaning in closer. When our lips touched, a gasp left my lungs and my world stopped. My hands froze, hovering over your face and I slowly reached in till I felt the warmth of your cheeks across my fingers. Perhaps the chill in my touch caused you to pull back in shock, but you hesitated to let go. Your hands firmly held my hips with a fragile touch, like you were scared to hurt me, maybe again. Your eyes shined back at me and I’m reminded of the moment I first laid eyes on you. That tinge of honey came back to me and is now glistening with the same want and desire I used to see in my own reflection.  

My heart has had its time to heal. It’s slowly letting me love you again. I’m mortified that I’ll regret it if things go wrong, I don’t have the capacity to get hurt again. I don’t know what to do. You’ve noticed when I grow quiet and have started asking if I was okay. I put on a small smile and tell you I’m fine, but I have a feeling you see right through me. 

Scared to put my heart on my sleeve yet again,

Me

Dear you, 

You found them today. All of the letters. I thought I had done a pretty good job hiding them but out of sheer luck, when I found myself out of the house coincidentally while you were at home, you found the letters. You read every single one of them, you told me. That’s why when I came home and found you sitting on the couch, the letters in your hands as you read through them my heart stopped. You noticed the door closing and looked up at me, the red rims of your eyes telling me these letters have affected you in a way I don’t want to think about. “I didn’t mean to, I’m, uh, you weren't…” I started, rambling while avoiding your gaze, embarrassed and ashamed that you’ve discovered a vulnerable side of me that you could have hated. You could have left me tonight. We could have been over. But instead, you put the letters down and rushed over to hug me. Hold me tighter than I’ve ever been held before. 

“I’m sorry for everything, my love,” you started and my heart stuttered at the term of endearment. “I have never known someone as sweet, kind, innocent and breathtakingly beautiful as you. Please don’t be ashamed, I shouldn’t have opened these up,” Now you were the one rambling. I looked up at you, tears gathering at the margins of my eyelids. Waiting to slip and fall so you can catch them with the calloused pads of your thumbs. Your hands holding my face, cradling me gently, I wetly smiled, “they were addressed to you for a reason, honey. It was destiny for you to see them one day. I thought my world would come crashing down at the thought of you finding these letters, but I believe you. I’m ready to give you my heart in completion once again, because now I know. You are not going to hurt me like you did before. I trust you and love you.” With that, our mouths connected once more, and we spent the whole night talking about the letters. I am glad our lives brought us together like this, for now we will spend the eternity of our lives hand in hand, facing the world together as one strong team. With love, happiness and companionship at each step of the journey, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Confident that this is my last letter to you,

Me

(p.s. You just read the ends of this letter and whined for me to keep writing to you. I’ll start giving them to you directly starting from this one, my dear)

[sweetdejun]

It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Haven’t written in a while, I’ve just been so preoccupied with grad school.

I do have a few things I’m working on, so maybe one day I’m gonna be able to finish and push them out to you guys, but thanks for all the support throughout the years!

[sweetdejun]

I’ve just had Neville’s Waltz stuck in my head all day and this is fabulously written for it 😭

brushing of noses

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns)

request: Hello! I'd love to order from you, Neville x female reader. Reader is Snape's goddaughter, reader's parents trust Snape a lot so they made him reader's godfather and he can watch her almost ALL the time at school. Reader and Neville become boyfriend and girlfriend (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH), you know, reader is extremely affectionate with Neville even in public, hugging him, wanting to kiss him every so often and although it's nice to have his bubble of love, it also gives Neville some fear since he feels Snape's murderous gaze on himself every time his girlfriend wants to express her love xD Snape would be like a jealous father and Neville the son-in-law afraid that Snape would poison him

warnings: yule ball is in fifth year instead of fourth, snape being snape

note: i've been WAITING for someone to send me a neville request, he deserves all the love in the world <3

your parents trusted your uncle severus a whole lot, and part of you believed most of that trust stemmed from the fact that he works at hogwarts and is able to keep a watchful eye on you.

they, as in your parents, have never denied your suspicions, but simply respond with, "uncle severus has shown how much he cares for you, and being a professor at your school is just a bonus."

oh, it was indeed a bonus. but at times it was as if you were suffocating.

you loved neville longbottom more than anything in the world, and him, you.

ever since that god-awful professor gilderoy lockhart had unleashed pixies into the classroom and strung neville high up into the air, questioning, "why me?" neville genuinely believed that he was never going to get a break. however, that changed once he heard the incantation, "wingardian leviosa!" and he felt his body being lifted until he hit the floor.

your second-year self had rushed over to him, asking if he was alright after the fiasco. he looked up at you, eyes wide in admiration while nodding his head, "t-thank you, y/n!"

you had smiled brightly, "of course neville! now, let's give those pixies a piece of our minds, yeah?"

from then on, you and neville were two peas in a pod. he knew of you and your family, yet was never one to judge too quickly. sure, your family had power in the wizarding world, but he never heard of any ties to you-know-who or even the malfoys. maybe you were good.

and that you were.

as time went on, well into your third year, neville had learned that you were genuinely the nicest, sweetest person he had ever known. he knew you like all of his plants, and had even named one of his mallowsweet leaves after you. you had patience for him, were willing to hear him talk about herbology or his parents, or how much gran upset him whenever she said that he would never live up to their family's expectations.

as your friendship evolved, you had eventually told neville of snape's relation to you in your third year, calling him "uncle sev" as neville looked at you as though you had three heads. you wanted neville to know that professor snape just wanted to look after you, and if snape was ever mean to him, you would talk to him.

by fourth year, it was evident that you and neville longbottom were best friends - and uncle severus was not a fan. his rude comments toward neville seemed to intensify and though he wanted to say something to you, he was not one to step into family business. he had never told you about what your uncle would say, but just the glares that he would get from snape if he were around you was enough to shut his mouth.

then, by merlin, on the train to hogwarts in the beginning of your fifth year, neville had asked you to be his girlfriend. while he was unbelievably nervous because he did not want to face snape's wrath, you held his hands in a hidden corridor of the express and he calmed almost immediately. your eyes had lit up and allowed neville to hold your face between his hands, your noses lightly brushing. you had considered that your first kiss.

neville loved you with his whole heart, but sometimes he thought that you actually wanted him killed by professor snape.

you loved showing neville attention, whether it be holding his hand when walking to class, kissing his cheek at breakfast, rubbing noses in the transfiguration courtyard, or, at this present moment, kissing under the starry night of the great hall during the yule ball.

neville had asked you weeks ago when you cuddled in his bed, poster curtains giving you both privacy as he gently ran his fingers over your back. your head was on his chest as his head laid atop of yours, pressing his lips into your hair ever so gently.

"petal," he began, "i know this is probably a given, but would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you lifted your head, an adoring smile on your face as you lifted a hand to his cheek, "of course, handsome. i would love to."

neville blushed and pulled you closer, his free hand catching your cheek as you both leaned in, lips meeting in a soft kiss. with a rub of your noses as you both pulled away, you gave a soft laugh, "I'm going to blow your socks off, longbottom."

neville brushed some hair out of your eyes, "you do everyday, petal."

you were right, of course. your dress had simply blown neville away and he was rendered speechless when you had walked down the stairs. you met your boyfriend at the bottom of the staircase, "where are your socks?"

neville chuckled, dipping his head as he grabbed your hand, "off somewhere in the world, i suppose, dove. I'm not sure that I'm ready to show you off to the school, you uncle especially."

you blushed, brushing your nose with his, "I'm only focused on you, nev. plus, my uncle can shove it tonight. now c'mon, i wanna dance with you."

the ball was spectacular, and it was an experience to be within a huge group of students dancing together as music played beautifully in the background. however, through the night, a slow dance was needed, and though neville hadn't seen your uncle severus yet, he was still nervous to put his hands on your waist.

you had looked up at him, settling his nerves immediately. with a small smile, you wrapped both arms around his neck, "just me and you, handsome."

he grasped onto your waist, breathing a bit steadier, "just us, petal." neville leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss as you sighed, relaxing into him. he had that effect on you, calming you and just allowing you to feel him.

he pulled away, admiration clear in his eyes, "i love you, flower. with all my being."

tears found themselves at your waterline as you smiled at him, holding his cheek in your hand, "and i love you, nev. more than you could ever know."

soon enough, the song ended and you had excused yourself to the bathroom, kissing neville's cheek before you left. he watched you go from one of the pillars, eyes following your figure as far as he could just to see you.

that was until one professor severus snape stepped into his view.

neville let out a yelp, taking a step back and meeting the cold stone of the pillar. severus towered over him and his eyes were the most unkind he had ever seen.

"pr-professor snape, didn't see you there! enjoying the ball?" neville asked, voice full of nerves as he prepared himself for his untimely death.

snape almost growled at neville as he whimpered, "don't play coy with me, longbottom. who do you think you are, kissing my goddaughter like that? did you poison her with amortentia? I'll have you found out, longbottom, and torture you until you are deemed worthy of mercy."

neville stopped shaking, his fear turning into...anger? he furrowed his brows, "amortentia, sir? you really think i would do that to someone as, as beautiful, as kind, as loving as y/n? no, sir, respectfully, you have it all wrong."

snape glared, "watch your words, longbottom."

"no, sir - i think you better watch yours," neville began, "i love your goddaughter, and i am doing everything in my power to keep her safe, to protect her from this world, and she has shown me what it is like to love so strongly, that it hurts. she is my world, professor snape, and while i am deathly afraid of you, she is worth it. so, in the words of my girlfriend, shove it."

both men hadn't realized it, but you were back from the bathroom, directly behind your uncle as neville had confessed everything to snape. your breath hitched, and snape turned around, eyes meeting yours as a smile appeared on your face. snape glanced at neville, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face, before he turned and kissed your forehead. then, he was off.

you immediately pranced onto neville, kissing him with all the love you could muster. your heart was full, as was his, and neville couldn't stop his heart from beating so fast. neville pulled away, letting you breathe as you laid your hands on his chest.

you played with the buttons on his suit, "he wasn't too mean, was he?"

neville shook his head, "nothing i couldn't handle, flower. all for you."

with a small nod, you looked at neville, "just give him time, you'll grow on him. with the way you put him in his place, seems like you've already proven yourself. not that you need to, nev, uncle sev is just-"

neville rubbed his nose with yours, "i know what you meant, petal. i just hope i didn't overstep and he poisons me tomorrow morning."

you giggled, "oh, my love. you did exactly what he wanted you to do."

neville cupped your cheek, "you're my world, petal. you know that?"

with a smile, you leaned into his hand, "and you're mine, nev. forever and always."

[sweetdejun]

see y’all later

it’s come to my attention that I have literally no time or frankly speaking, motivation to continue this page anymore. grad school started this week and to put it simply, think of it to be like a month’s worth of material in one week.

that said; as much as it pains me to say this, but I may need to stop writing for a while. I simply can’t find the time to write anymore, and I don’t want people to look forward to anything (that includes those last couple of requests, I can still write them but they’ll not be of the best quality and I cannot do that to you guys) so I apologize but I don’t think I will have the capability to finish those two requested scenarios for you. again, I can try but I can’t promise they’ll be up to my standards.

the blog will still be up and I will still be around reading other work, just not sure when I will publish anything anytime soon.

to those of you who have been around since day one, thank you for your support and endless love that kept this blog running. to those who joined us at their own time, thanks for finding me and my work entertaining. to the anons, who I find are my biggest crowds, it’s because of people like you that writers like me keep doing what they love.

when I find time again that’s when I’ll have more time to post and hopefully upload some stuff for you guys. until then, stay safe, happy and healthy, and I will see y’all later.

[sweetdejun]

[1:44 PM] You stare at your ex-boyfriend from across the cafe you were in. You usually spent half of your time at this cafe, and you haven’t seen Baekhyun ever since the break up. You admire him as he laughs at something that had appeared on his phone, but what got you interested was the two white mugs in front of him. 

As you were about to go up to him, a beautiful lady walks into the cafe and takes a seat right in front of Baekhyun. You watch him smile as she starts talking and he grabs her hands, his eyes filled with so much love as she laughs at a joke he just made. You watch them and feel your heart break a little. No, a lot. Maybe you weren’t over him like you had thought you were? 

You wish you were her that caused him to smile like that. You were that girl that he said, “I love you,” to everyday. When did it go so wrong?

Once you walked out of the cafe, he was staring at you the entire time. Yes, he did notice you and yes, the girl in front him was very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you were. To be honest, he wasn’t even listening to the lady in front of him. The causes of his smiles? He was thinking of you and your memories together. You left the cafe and he felt so, empty? Was that the word? Broken perhaps?

“Excuse me, but I don’t think this relationship, or whatever this is won’t work. I think you are very kind and sweet, but I-I’m still in love with someone else,” he quickly apologizes and runs off to find you, leaving the heart broken girl there. He ran as fast as he could to find you, to make you his again.

[sweetdejun]

Hi! I saw you were doing a drabble game. Could i get a BTS Jungkook 19 and 17?

Thank you for all your effort and work! 💕

a/n: hii thank you for sending a request! also sorry for the wait there are some things going on in my personal life rn :// PS I really wanted this where the reader and jk are exes, but they’re not on bad terms. it’s a little different but I hope that you like it nevertheless!

prompts: “funny how things turned out, huh?” + "did you just call me 'dude'?"

genre/trope: exes!au, lovers-to-friends!au

warnings: none, unedited

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 716

you should have seen it coming in hindsight. you and jeongguk started as friends, then the two of you began your love affair after some alcohol-induced confessions and kisses one night. things were great between the two of you for a while, but within the past few weeks, you’ve felt the spark that kept things interesting start to drop. pretty soon, the small quirks that used to make your heart flutter stopped leaving you in an enamored state. you think jeongguk has been feeling the same for a while; it would have been not as obvious if you were dating someone who was not observant, but jeongguk knows you inside and out. if he was being completely honest, he was glad that the feeling was mutual. he couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if the spark was only lost on his end. even if he was seeing you less and less as a romantic partner, he had still given you a piece of his heart and he would have been absolutely shattered if you still loved him as much as you did since the beginning. 

after weeks of riding it out, you decided to bite the bullet and have “the talk” with jeongguk. “so, there’s no easy way to put this, guk. I, uh… I wanna tell you that, um,” you started off, but jeongguk raised his hand. “sorry, y/n, but does it maybe have to do with what our relationship is now?” of course he noticed. “yes, I think what I’m trying to say is that we should consider going back to being friends.” “sure.” you both breathed out in relief, and you started laughing. “that was too easy. I was not expecting it to be that easy.” “I’m so glad you feel the same way, though.” 

that brought you to this moment: you were helping jeongguk pack up any of the things that he had left behind at your apartment. “hey, you remember this?” you hear his voice become clearer and turn to see him holding up a beanbag. you held out your palm from a distance, and he tossed the item at you. “of course! that was from our first official date,” you feel the beans inside the cloth and reminisce the time you brought it home. it was from when you guys went to the carnival in town, and for some reason you thought it would be cute to keep a beanbag from one of the competitions, as ‘memorabilia’. jeongguk smiled, “funny how things turned out, huh?” you looked back up at him and the memories are still fresh of your relationship. “I know, right? we thought we’d make it to the end, but here we are.” you shrugged your shoulders, tossing the beanbag in with his stuff. “you don’t wanna keep it?” jeongguk stares at you, but you shake your head. “nah, dude. I’m good, I’ve got the memory, you keep the beanbag.” jeongguk shook his head, “did you just call me 'dude'? never say that again, y/n, please,” and you laugh. “sorry, I won’t say it again, I’ve gotta transition from calling you things like ‘babe’ and ‘love’,” you say and for a moment the room goes silent. perhaps it’s because the two of you know that time isn’t coming back anytime soon. quietly leaning over to pick up the box, jeongguk smiles at you, “thank you for a good time, y/n. you were a great girlfriend and I truly did cherish the time we spent together.” 

“I did too, but hey, the fun doesn’t have to stop! we’re still friends, so if you ever wanna just hang out for the sake of hanging out, my door’s always open for that,” you tell him as the two of you slowly walk towards your door. “this is probably the world’s calmest break up,” jeongguk laughs with the box gripped firmly between his arms, and you giggle back. “I know, right? the world would laugh at us for being so nonchalant about it.” you open the door, and jeongguk gives your place one last glance, before his eyes land on you. “alright, well, I guess it’s goodbye for now, y/n.” you lean up and place a final kiss to jeongguk’s cheek. “I’ll see you later, jeongguk.”

[sweetdejun]

okay just realized after going back and reading that for some reason, a portion of the original story was pasted again into the middle >:( I just fixed it LMFAO sorry about that

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

[sweetdejun]

Hi! Here for the drabble game! Jungkook+7?

Thank you, your writings are amazing!

a/n: ahhhh sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!

prompt: "are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

genre/trope: fluff, best friends to lovers!au, crush!au

warnings: none

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 638

“my pool is waiting for you, y/n!” jeongguk’s head popped out from under the water, nodding at you as you flipped the page in your book. “I told you, jeongguk, I didn’t bring clothes with me!” in all honesty, you had no idea that when jeongguk asked you to come over to “enjoy the beautiful day”, it meant to join him in his house pool. you didn’t end up bringin any clothes, and for what it’s worth, you would rather watch jeongguk swim around than yourself; at least that way, you could watch his toned back and arms float on the surface as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. he’s your best friend, but you wished at times that he was more. you’ve quietly harbored your crush on jeongguk and you hoped that the secret stayed with you; you’d be terrified if he ever found out. 

“y/n! you can borrow some of my clothes to change into afterwards, okay? now are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?" putting your book down, you huff at the floating boy in the water, squinting your eyes in annoyance. “fine! you’re so annoying sometimes!” jeongguk smiled wide, “yeah, but you love me anyway.” you stripped down to your undergarments, unaware of jeongguk’s shameless stare at the curves and edges of your now exposed body. he ducks his head underwater in fear of you catching him in the act, but it’s going to be difficult to keep his composure in front of you. he’s found himself starting to wonder what certain experiences would be like with you: a romantic walk on the beach, or an evening quite like this one. 

the goosebumps on your skin rise as you step into the pool, teeth chattering at the sudden change in temperature. “it’s freezing, jeongguk.” he hopped over to you, “don’t worry, you’ll adjust to the temperature. isn’t this much better than sitting out in the heat?” you roll your eyes, “if you’re building up the ‘I told you so’ moment, I’d rather swim a few laps.” 

when the sun went down, and both yours and jeongguk’s fingers shriveled up like prunes, you decided to get out of the pool. dripping to the nearest bathroom, you turned on the shower and hopped in. you were so engrossed in your shower that you didn’t notice a hand prop some fresh clothes on the dry sink before quickly shutting the door. jeongguk was on his phone, in a new set of clothes and damp hair, when he heard the sound of your footsteps and looked up. his ears went red at the sight of you in his clothes. you sat down next to him on the couch, and turned to look at him.

“thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, jeongguk.” he smiled back softly, “no worries, y/n. you know you never have to thank me.” his eyes went down to your lips and with his heart beating, a rush of adrenaline inclined him to say, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my clothes.” the tension between the two of you grew so thick you could slice it until you decided fuck it. you leaned in and placed your lips on his, and at first, jeongguk was frozen. but then, you felt him kiss you back, reaching to hold your face in the palm of his hand. once you felt the bottom of your lungs begin to burn, you hesitantly pulled way, breathing hard and staring into jeongguk’s eyes, who was trying to hide his nervousness behind a smile. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” you whisper at him and he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. “me, too, y/n. me too.”

[sweetdejun]

i’ve started a summer job so the jungkook (x 2), yangyang and winwin requests will be a little late! i’m working on them whenever I get time!! thanks for the patience my loves muahhhh

[sweetdejun]

hii! can i request 18-20 +nct haechan? thank youu

a/n: I wasn't sure if you wanted 18 and 20 only, or 18,19, and 20... so I did the latter, lol. I hope you like it!

prompts: "you're too cute" + "did you just call me 'dude'?" + "get your butt over here and kiss me"

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ established relationship!au

warnings: a little bit of swearing

pairing: lee haechan x reader

word count: 517

moving was always a pain; it doesn’t matter how many times in your life you’ve had to experience it, the process was never easier. thankfully, this time you weren’t moving alone. “that’s the last one, I am fucking exhausted,” your boyfriend, donghyuck huffs as he sets the cardboard box on the ground before bellyflopping onto the couch, the only piece of furniture in its rightful spot. you patted the back of his leg, and he moved over, to allow you to sit next to him. you looked down at him endearingly and used your hand to run your fingers through his locks. “you’ve done well today, babe! thanks for helping me out!” he looked up at you and puckered his lips, to which you laughed and bent down to peck him. “now, how’s dinner sound? it’s on me!” donghyuck gets up, and you shake your head. “no, I’ll get it! you’ve spent the entire day helping me move boxes, donghyuck, the least I could do is get us dinner.” “y/n, I would be a terrible boyfriend if I let you pay. let me take care of it, you can get us next time!” he stood up and picked up his phone to look for delivery places nearby.

“dude! you said that last time! I’ll take care of it, let me pay, please?” donghyuck froze and looked up at you from his phone. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you blinked, confused. “yeah, I guess it slipped out.” donghyuck pouted and dragged his feet to the kitchen, huffing. 

you giggled, “what, you don’t like it?” “no, y/n, I don’t like it when you call me ‘dude’. it sounds so weird coming from you.” you stood up from the couch and turned towards him, “sorry, babe! I won’t call you ‘dude’ anymore,” you tell him but you can’t stop the chuckle that follows your sentence, and donghyuck turns to you, “y/n! you’re laughing at me! it’s not weird, most guys don’t like it when their girlfriends call them that!” “I can’t help it! you’re too cute! I’m not making fun, I promise!” the pout on donghyuck’s mouth shrunk and he smiled a little at seeing you relax a little; the moving process must’ve been stressful for you if it’s the first time he’s seen you loosen up all day. “alright, I believe you. make it up to me and get your butt over here and kiss me.” you coo at your boyfriend as he lifts his arms open, inviting you in an embrace. you beeline quickly to him and wrap your arms around his torso, and lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. he kisses back, trying to add more fervor to the kiss when you were interrupted by a grumbling stomach. you pulled away and he groaned. “donghyuck, why don’t we get some food in your system first? I’m starving, too.” he nodded and pressed his lips against your forehead, and pulled your body closer to his. “I’ll order in a minute, let’s just stay like this for a little bit longer.”

[sweetdejun]

he’s so precious ♡

[sweetdejun]

hello!

my request is: 19. "did you just call me 'dude'?" with bts jimin, please & thank you :)

prompt: “did you just call me ‘dude’?”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/ idol!au

warnings: none

pairing: park jimin x reader

word count: 741

“we’re about to start the game, are you coming, y/n?” you hear namjoon’s voice call for you as you finish changing. you called the boys over for a game night at your place so that they could relax after the past few tiring months of packed schedules. “yep, give me a minute!” the conversation happening just outside your room, where all the boys are seated, is focused on jimin. “are you going to confess to y/n tonight?” jimin nods sheepishly. “I’m nervous, but it’s taken me forever to build up the courage. I hope everything goes okay.” yoongi reassures him, “you’ll be okay, don’t worry. I know y/n likes you back, so there’s no way you’ll be turned down.” just then, the door to your room opens, and you come out in your pajamas and glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose. “alright, let’s play Jenga!” 

you were divided into teams of two: you, hoseok, jimin and jungkook were on one team, and seokjin, yoongi, namjoon, and taehyung were on the other team. “shut up, I need complete silence,” seokjin breathily said as he slowly pushed a block out towards him and very gently placed it to the top of the tower. now it was your turn, and up until now, you’d been doing well. unlike seokjin, you didn’t want complete silence so you’d asked everyone to make as much noise as they wanted to during your turn. “wow, y/n, you are one weirdo. when everyone needs the room to be pin-drop silent to play the game, you want us to treat this place like it’s a damn coffee shop!” taehyung exclaimed and you smiled. “don’t call y/n weird, it’s cute,” jimin mumbled the last part but sure enough, you heard it. at that moment, your hand fumbled and everyone watched in horror as the tower wiggled and fell. the sound of blocks toppling over caused you guys to quiet down. you felt your ears go hot, and you quickly stood up. “I’m uh, just gonna go grab something to drink real quick,” and you went into the kitchen fast. did jimin just call you cute?

jimin stared back at the boys, the color from his face drained. “what are you doing sitting here? go follow y/n!” jungkook told the older boy and nodded quickly before following suit. “are you okay, y/n?” you were startled by the voice but when you looked over, you saw jimin standing, waiting for a response. “hey, yeah, everything’s okay, dude.” jimin’s jaw dropped. “did you just call me ‘dude’?” you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and nervously sipped it before speaking, “yeah, is that a bad thing?” jimin’s nose scrunched in dissent. “yeah, because you essentially bro-zoned me, which is not what I wanted to happen. especially not tonight.” now it’s your turn for your jaw to drop. you raise your eyebrows, “oh? does it have anything to do with you calling me cute?” jimin bit his lip nervously and nodded. “I was going to confess to you tonight, but you calling me ‘dude’ threw me off!” you feel a smile slowly growing on your face and you laugh. “you idiot, there’s still time! you can still confess to me!” jimin looked up at you, a bright glint in his eyes. “really?” you nod, setting the bottle down and coming closer to him.

he inhales deeply, “y/n, you are one of the people that I care deeply about. I think about you all the time and you’ve become my motivation and strength behind all my performances. in short, I like you a lot.” your gaze softened at the heartfelt words that left jimin’s mouth and you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug. his arms instinctively fall to grip your waist as he hugs you back and you feel his heart thumping in his chest. “I like you too, jimin.” he sighs in relief and pulls away to look you in the eyes. “will you go out with me?” you let go of him and grab his hands, intertwining your fingers. “yes, jimin, I’d love that.” you two continue to stare at each other until you both flinch when you hear taehyung yell, “alright, you two, let’s continue the games please!” and you laugh, holding jimin’s hand as he leads the two of you back to the rest of your friends.

a/n: I had the BIGGEST writer’s block these past few days, so I hope you liked it! <3

[sweetdejun]

[3:42 p.m.] the rain hits the windows in an irregular pattern, but you can only hear the thumping of namjoon's heart as your ear is pressed against his chest. the gentle rise and fall of both of your bodies are synchronized, and you focus your gaze on the flicker of the cinnamon-scented candle, the aroma filling the room so much so that you no longer discern its distinct scent as a new addition to the atmosphere. your hand that rested in namjoon's hair comes down to your line of sight, and his arms tighten around your body upon the loss of contact. the light of the fire reflects the diamond now resting on your finger, finally happy to find its long-lost soulmate. namjoon had proposed several days ago, yet the giddiness in your chest and the lightheadedness you feel every time you are reminded of his new title is not a feeling you think you'll ever get used to. your eyes trail up from his lips to his closed eyes, and you whisper, "my fiancee." his eyes blink open slowly at the sound of your voice breaking the silence in the room, and he gives you a tired grin. "it doesn't feel real, namjoon. it's a dream, isn't it?" he reaches to tuck a strand of hair away from your forehead, the candlelight contouring your face. "well, y/n, if it's a dream, then I never want to wake up from it."

[sweetdejun]

for the drabble game could I request prompts 1 and 29 with Lee Know from Stray Kids <3

prompts:

“it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off" + “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/roommates!au

warnings: none

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 848

a/n: I hope you like it! I wrote this with a post-finals brain so I hope it makes sense lol

luck was usually not on your side. it came as no surprise to you that during the hottest week, your jank apartment's AC unit practically combusted, and your entire building lost AC for the day. on top of that, it's a long weekend so although you're thankful you're not working,  the city's busy so it would be impossible to find an open hotel to stay in. this leaves you with minimal choices for places to stay... but then, you can't just think about yourself anymore. you have a roommate now.

minho is a friend of a friend, who was looking for an apartment in a  new city, where you happened to stay. he moved to your place for the time being while he found another apartment, so he's been your interim roommate for a few months. he's charming, funny, and sometimes a smartass. you'd be lying if you didn't start feeling something for him, and you hoped nothing came off as obvious on your end. thinking about him as you were leaving work, you just hope that he's not passed out from the heat at the apartment right now.

you give him a call when you drive home. “hey minho, is the AC back on?” he groans in response, “no, I thought by the time I got home today, the AC would be fixed, but the landlord said that it’s gonna be gone for at least a couple more hours.” great. “well, shit. what now? I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, there’s no way I want to stand in front of a hot stove now.” “sounds good, why don’t you pick up some cold noodles from the Korean store that’s on your way home, I’m sure I can call and order them!” cold noodles sounded refreshing, especially for the inferno you were about to arrive to. “that’s perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” 

you picked up the noodles from the Korean store mere minutes later. the lady had them ready, mentioning how your boyfriend requested for his to be extra spicy and that she marked it. you thanked her, the shy smile on your mouth at the mention of ‘boyfriend’. you dread the moment you enter your building because lo and behold, as soon as you step in, a wave of heat slaps your face. you quickly go up to your apartment in short, quick breaths. as soon as you open the door, you find minho on the couch, pinching his shirt and erratically pulling it away then back towards him, in an attempt to cool his body down. “thank goodness you’re finally here! let’s eat!”

you both take your time to enjoy the noodles, cool and refreshing against the thick, humid air of the room. unfortunately, your joy doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the two of you finish eating and hop back on the couch, the lights go out. it’s pitch black in the apartment, and it’s hot. “well isn’t this just fantastic,” you groan loudly. “it’s hot, and it’s dark.” minho hums in thought, before saying, “you’re right. it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off,” and you hear the suggestiveness in his voice. you reach for the cushion behind your back and throw it at his direction, which you deem successful when you hear a thump and a “hey, I was kidding!” but you take the time to think, logically he can’t see you, and your phones can’t charge anymore so you won’t be wasting your precious batteries on using flashlights. it’s hot and he’s right, so you begin peeling off layers of your clothes. 

slowly but surely, your shirt comes off, and you’re exhaling at the exposure of your skin and the air that reaches it. you’ve lied back against the couch and closed your eyes, relishing in the silence. the problem is that you don’t realize when the lights turn on and more importantly when minho’s gaze falls on your half-naked form. it is only when you hear a surprised yelp that your eyes fly open and you see a nervous minho scramble off the couch. perhaps it’s because you’re in a tired daze, but you find your confidence when you look up at him, still staring down at you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tell him and he blinks, looking away immediately. “sorry! I didn’t think you would actually listen when I said to take your clothes off…” you stand up and grab your shirt, lazily throwing it on and smirking at minho’s flustered state. “don’t worry about it, I was feeling hot so I took my shirt off. it was dark in here anyway, and I didn’t know when the lights would come back on. anyways, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning, minho.” minho is speechless, and watched as you sauntered off into your room. when the AC turns on mere hours later, minho’s in his room, silently wishing that the power goes out one more time when the two of you are together again.

[sweetdejun]

update to the drabble game: the first few requests won't actually be up till maybe after may 15, I have finals and I'm in college 😫😫

[sweetdejun]

summer of '22 drabble game

I haven't done one of these in a while but, since I have enough free time this summer, I wanted to put this together for everyone!

RULES:

I write mainly for nct and bts, so I'll take requests for them, but other groups I'll take requests for include: exo, seventeen, ateez, stray kids, day6, pentagon and sf9 (I don't really listen to new gen groups much, so I don't know anything about them)

I will write either angst, fluff or both. NO SMUT PLEASE!!

I will stop taking requests on June July 1 at midnight EST! this is hopefully enough time for people to send in their requests

FOR SENDING REQUESTS: send the prompt number + member from group (ex: 1 + nct jaehyun)

here are the prompts (most inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting, thank you!)

"it's too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off"

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

"why are you busy, it's summer!"

"I know what you're thinking"

"are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

"don't promise anything you can't keep"

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

"you're absolutely insane, do you know that?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since then"

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

"I did think of one thing we can do.."

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

BONUS: free prompt! send me whatever you want (but keep the rules in mind please!!)

I'm so excited to finally put this out! I will be awaiting requests from you all!

update: extended the deadline in case people still wanted to send requests!

[sweetdejun]

[11:56 p.m.] it hurts a lot when taehyung forgets to show up to your birthday party, especially since it’s a really important one: your 21st. this is important because this is the night you find out who your soulmate is. it’s supposed to be a tattoo that appears on your wrist and it shows up on midnight the day after your birthday; you’ve seen it on your parents’ wrists, your best friend and her husband’s wrists and of course, jin and most of the others. taehyung, though, kept his wrapped up. you never saw him show it, either cloth or a watch would cover it. you wonder why he kept it hidden, and you also wonder if any of the other boys knew what it said, because you have a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’s your initials.

jimin and the others stay over that evening, reminiscing the nights events. you are all seated comfortably on the couches in your living room, conversing about random things. “are you excited?”jungkook asks you and you nod. he’s older than you by a few years and he’s actually the reason you met and befriended the rest of the group. “you finally get to find out who you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life,“ namjoon adds, looking down at his wrist and tracing the letters with adoration in his eyes. he found his soulmate a couple of months ago, and they’re totally in love. that must be nice.

you smile solemnly, hoping that your pain is masked by the grin because it’s not the moment you imagined; perhaps everything would’ve been better if taehyung was here. the boys told you he’d be missing the night, as he was “working on his single” according to them. but jungkook’s gaze can’t lie to you and you sense the hesitancy. ouch. that means he didn’t wanna be here. and nothing makes you more sick to your stomach.

your eyes find the clock every few seconds, and your heartbeat accelerates as it approaches closer to midnight. it’s now 11:58 and the silence in the room grows heavier and heavier, everyone in anticipation. in your head, all you can imagine is how crazy it would be if the letters KTH appear on your wrist. it’s nothing short of a dream at this point.

one minute before midnight is when you start feeling a tingling sensation on your wrist. it’s when you wince painfully that everyone’s eyes are on you, jungkook on your left rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. and perhaps you’ve started to lose it because you’ve been sleep deprived but you start to see the faintest marking of the letter K. no. it can’t be.

T.

H.

those are the letters that appear on your wrist. you look around the room in wonder, the boys’ voices sounding fuzzy as all you can think is, damn it, why isn’t he here for this?

the exhaustion is taking over your body fast, and it’s within minutes that you feel fatigued. the last thing you hear before you fall asleep on the couch is “taehyung should’ve been here.”