#bnd drabbles

[mountaesan]

chicken-less dreams ; m. jaehyun

pairing. drunk!jaehyun x fem!reader genre. fluff , est. relationship synopsis. your boyfriend’s drunk antics are often loud and chaotic, but they also remind you why he’s your favorite kind of trouble word count. 1.7k warnings. mentions of alcohol (but no actual drinking) , stripping in a non-sexual context ? , kissing , jaehyun is very drunk and very in love but so is reader playlist. you are in love by taylor swift , ribs by lorde notes. i actually had literally no idea what to title this… so ‘chicken-less dreams’ it is ! unless i can think of another title 😭

riwoo: 911 riwoo: emergency emergency

you: ????

riwoo: your man’s shitfaced and refuses to go home

you: i’ll be there in 15

riwoo: plz hurry he’s about to sing bigbang’s haru haru

You could spot your boyfriend from a mile away. Your eyes were immediately drawn towards him—the way he held onto a metal spoon as if it were a lifeline, singing into it with unbridled passion like it was a microphone. You folded your arms, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you watched from a distance. Jaehyun stood in the middle of the bar, belting out the melancholic lyrics of BIGBANG’s ‘Haru Haru’, accompanied by his dramatic and melancholic acting. Despite sitting at the same table, his friends were looking away, as if embarrassed to be associated with his drunk singing. 

You caught Sungho’s gaze and he gestured to you to come over to save them all. Despite being embarrassed, he also seemed to enjoy the situation with the way his eyes sparkled with a small smile. With a small resigned shake of your head, you made your way towards their table, weaving through a throng of bodies.

Snatching the spoon from Jaehyun mid-chorus earned you a dramatic gasp and a look of wounded betrayal. “Hey! I wasn’ done!” he protested, but the moment his bleary eyes focused on you, his face lit up and he threw his outstretched arms around you. “My girlfriend! It’s my girlfriend, guys!” 

He turned to the rest of the bar, raising his voice to a volume only a drunken Jaehyun could manage. “My girlfriend came to pick me up! Suckers!”

You wrinkled your nose at the overpowering scent of alcohol wafting off of him. “How much did you guys give him to drink?” you asked the guys as you tried your best to dodge Jaehyun’s drunk kisses. 

The boys shrugged in unison. 

“Uh,” Riwoo started, scratching the back of his head. “It started with one, but then he promised to not sing if he had more, but as you can tell…” he gestured to the spoon Jaehyun had just used as a microphone. “So… yeah, this is on us. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, already resigned to your fate. “I’ll take him home now. Thanks guys.” 

You nodded at your boyfriend’s friends and tugged on said boyfriend, only to find that he had somehow slouched into a near-horizontal position on the couch, looking suspiciously comfortable. Muttering under your breath, you tugged on his arm. You became highly suspicious that he would actually die if your attention wasn’t on him at all times, like he often argued. “God, this kid.”

With Taesan and Leehan’s help, you were able to load Jaehyun into the passenger seat of your car. He slumped against the window, lips smacking loudly together. “Nono… I needa sing one more song…”

“Babe, one more song and you would’ve been blacklisted from that bar for life,” you chuckled, starting the car. The engine roared to life and you backed out of the busy parking lot. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Jaehyun didn’t protest and the quiet hum of the car engine soon lulled him to sleep.

Getting Jaehyun into the house was a battle of endurance and patience. Juggling keys, fumbling in the dark, and supporting the dead weight of a half-conscious boyfriend clinging to you was more than exhausting.

“Please let this be the one,” you whispered, trying yet another key. When the lock finally clicked, you let out a loud sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you murmured to the heavens, tugging Jaehyun through the doorway as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “C’mon.”

“Don’t wanna…” he mumbled, and his warm breath sent a slight shiver down your spine. “I gots to finish my performance…”

Somehow, you managed to guide him to the couch, where he collapsed in a heap. He sprawled out, stretching out his limbs in all directions. Brushing a strand of hair from his face, you observed how the pale moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the sparkle in his eyes.

“Alright, Mariah Carey. Let’s get you ready for bed. Even a diva needs to sleep, no?” you said gently, stroking his hair. “Did you drink any water?”

Jaehyun shook his head with a small pout.

When you straightened up to fetch him some, his hand shot out, grasping your wrist tightly. “Where’rr you going?” he slurred, looking up at you like a lost puppy. “Please don’ go…”

“I’m just grabbing you water, baby.”

“Nono…” he said firmly, shaking his head as if the thought of you leaving him for a second was unbearable. “I’m goin’ with you. It’s dangerous outthere.” 

“Oh, really? What kind of dangers?” you asked, amused.

He leaned in, wide-eyed, and whispered gravely, “... Chickens.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. “Okay, okay. You can protect me from the chickens, Myung Jaehyun.”

What could’ve been a 30 second trip to the kitchen turned into a 10 minute ordeal. He clung to you like a koala, stumbling along as you poured water into a glass. Perched on the counter, he sipped reluctantly while you stroked his hair, murmuring soothing words.

“Nomo…” (translation: "no more…")

“No, you’ve gotta finish everything, Jae,” you responded firmly. Your boyfriend huffed with a dramatic roll of his eyes but nonetheless complied. “Good boy,” you patted his cheek affectionately once he finished the entire cup of water and Jaehyun beamed at your praise.

When you wiped his face with a cloth, he grinned lazily, leaning into your touch. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

Jaehyun’s eyes flew open at the contact and he stared at you in shock. You burst into laughter at his reaction and brushed your fingers through his hair. “What, never been kissed by a girl before?” you asked jokingly. 

“Not by a pretty one,” Jaehyun whispered and you laughed again. “Not funny!”

“Is too,” you teased. Tucking your arms under Jaehyun’s arms, you hugged him tightly and you rested your head atop his shoulder. “I love you, Jaehyun.”

All you got was a quiet “Whoa” in response. 

You managed to get him to the bedroom, but Jaehyun’s antics still weren’t over. When you tried to pull his shirt off to help him change, he recoiled dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest like a scandalized debutante. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m sure you’re a very nice lady, but I have a girlfriend!” he protested, wagging an accusatory finger at you. “She doesn’t like it when I talk to other girls. Especially ones who—who try to take my clothes off! Like you! Perv!”

You watched with an amused smile, your hands resting on your hips as Jaehyun retreated further into his bed, distancing himself from you. 

“And I love my girlfriend! Sorry not sorry, but I’m not for the huzz,” he waved his hand dismissively. 

“Jae, I am your girlfriend,” you insisted but Jaehyun wasn’t having it. He shook his head with vigor.

“No thank you lady, I’m not interested.” 

With a sigh, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It’s me, Jae,” you spoke softly, watching as his cheeks turned pink.

“Ohh… hi baby,” he whispered sheepishly.

Thankfully, getting Jaehyun into bed afterwards wasn’t too difficult, his protests reduced to sleepy murmurs. Once he was settled, you took a moment to ensure he was comfortable and you brushed a stray strand of hair from his face.

You slid under the covers beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Jaehyun was sprawled across the bed in an ungraceful manner, one arm flung over his face and the other clutching the blanket like a child with a security toy. His lips moved faintly, forming incoherent words as he teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Carefully, you reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you. He stirred at your touch, his eyes cracking open just enough to reveal the sleepy gaze within them. A slow smile crept across his face: lopsided and utterly endearing.

“Hi…” he mumbled, the word drawn out and soft. 

“Hey,” you whispered back, your thumb brushing against the curve of his cheekbone in a slow, soothing motion.

Jaehyun’s brows knitted together, his drunken thoughts forming an odd jumble of words. “Y’know… you’re really, really pretty. Like… unfairly pretty. Like… if there was a… a contest or somethin’, I think you’d win. Every time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his rambling. “You’re too sweet.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted, his voice muffled as he turned his face slightly into your palm, pressing his lips against your skin. “It’s true. You’re, like… the queen of… uh… the stars? Yeah, like a star queen. Like, Dairy Queen but instead of queen of dairy, you’re the queen of stars.”

“A star queen?” you repeated, amused, leaning closer until your noses were almost touching.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his words slurring together. “And… and I’m just some guy… but you picked me anyway. Like what?” He blinked sluggishly, his expression a mixture of wonder and disbelief. 

You chuckled softly, your fingertips tracing the edge of his jaw. “You’re not just ‘some guy,’ Jae. You’re my guy. My favorite guy.”

That earned a pleased hum from him, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted further into your touch. “Mmm… your guy. I like that. Sounds nice. Sounds… cozy.”

“Cozy?” you echoed, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, barely audible now. “Like… blankets… or hot chocolate…” He paused, letting out a soft sigh. “Or… you. I think you’re cozy too.

You leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to his forehead. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Y’know what’s ridic..ous?” he mumbled, his voice trailing off as sleep began to claim him. “How much ‘m love with… y... and… ch… chi…”

You stayed there for a while, watching his breathing even out as he sank into peaceful slumber. Your hand never left his face, your thumb continuing its gentle strokes along his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your touch, a quiet reminder of his presence, his love. 

Nestled beside him, you whispered, “I love you, too, Jaehyun. So much.”

Although he was asleep, his lips curved into the faintest of smiles, as if somewhere in his chicken-less dreams, he had heard you. 

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[hazeytae]

pervy!bnd

♡ perverted thoughts- obviouslyyy, kinda cnc, somno, groping, vouyerism, panty stealing, panty sniffing, in public, exhibitionism

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sungho.

pervy!sungho who whenever he sees you wear short shorts and a tank top with no bra he literally goes feral. the sight of your boobs bouncing with each step and your ass threatening to fall out your shorts- he feels so bad! youre in this innocent outfit but he cant help the impure thoughts flooding his head. when your doing the dishes and he cant stop watching how your tits jiggle when you move your arms, he has to use a pillow to hide his growing boner or maybe even take a trip to the restroom to sort himself out. he doesnt even want you going out in public wearing shorts! let alone a low cut shirt? and it may sound controlling but its just the way your ass spills out those shorts he cant let anyone else seeing that. "where are you going dressed like that?" kinda guy

riwoo.

pervy!riwoo who feels sooo terrible but whenever you wear a loose off the shoulder shirt n bend over he cant help but steal a look down your shirt. he feels so bad, he knows he shouldnt be looking but he swears he cant help it! poor boy cant help the perverted thoughts that come into his mind- but he swears hes not a pervert. when your peacefully sleeping and your off the shoulder shirt slightly slides down and practically your whole breast is out- he feels awful. should he fix your shirt for you? he knows he should out of respect- but instead he needs to cop a feel :( cupping your titty and feeling your hardened nipple with his fingers he almost cums in his pants right then and there. your whimpering kinda scares him- hes worried you woke up and he got caught but thankfully for riwoo your still asleep. your whimpers got him closer to cumming in his pants than ever- and he has to resort to humping your thigh.

jaehyun.

pervy!jaehyun whos a panty stealer andd sniffer...!! he feels so gross but he makes excuses for himself, trying to convince himself its not perverted or weird! youre soo confused when your favorite pair of panties mysteriously goes missing, you swore you put them in the laundry and they shouldve been washed by now! but nope, you were wrong, jaehyun had taken your used panties out the laundry hamper :( he knows its perverted as he sniffs your panties while fisting his cock- or wrapping your panties around his cock feeling the fabric cumming all over your panties n soiling them. he ends up keeping them in his side drawer and thats rxactly where you find them! youre so confused as to why jaehyun had them in his side drawer- until you feel his cum on your panties.

taesan.

pervy!taesan whos a littleee bit more lowkey with his perverted tendencies. but! that spare key to your apartment does him wonders. he was just gonna stop by to see you- nothing perverted about it! but the second he opened that apartment door and he heard your sweet honey-like moans coming from your bedroom he couldnt stop the tent growing in his pants. he crept up to your room- too scared to push the door even slightly open, but he eventually gets over it when your moans become louder. you dont notice the sound of the door creeping slightly open because of the loud buzz of your vibrator and the loud sounds of your wetness on the dildo. taesan cums in his pants the second he sees this- which is such a hit to his ego! but how can he help it when your spread wide open with the prettiest sounds? you dont even know hes there and that somehow makes it better for him. he shouldnt be watching you and hes fully aware that he should probably walk away or at least look away- but he cant. youre just way too gorgeous and he cant miss out on this.

leehan.

pervy!leehan who cant keep his hands off you... he has a bittt of a problem of always trying to touch you in public ! walking through the mall and he has his hand in your back pocket- might be something people see as romantic but hes literally groping your ass right now. sitting at a booth having lunch together and he cant stop himself from touching you under the table. every second of the day he finds his hand somewhere near your clit, rubbing it gently across the table from you. pulling you right into the dressing room and hes flipping your skirt up to admire your pussy before eating you out. rubbing his fingers across your folds while you look through racks of clothes. he knows its weird, he knows it is literally indecency- but how could he keep his hands off of you when you look so good and your pussy is always so wet and welcoming for him?

[bonedo-enthusiast]

bnd's kinks 𐂐◯𓇋

A/N: i haven't written smut in years but i like how this turned out! :D i am canonically a sapphic, so idk what possessed me to write this but here we are. 😔 lowercase is intended as always, enjoy. :)

genre: smut

tws: kinks!, explicit sexual content, bdsm themes

pairing: legal!bnd x afab!reader (but i tried to make it gn!reader mostly)

wc: 2,188

MDNI!! (i have three other pg imagines on my blog, read those instead :p)

Sungho

praise, service top/bottom, foreplay, teasing (sort of), begging

i think he just really wants to make you feel good, by any means necessary, although he prefers to be gentle. 

he kind of strikes me as more vanilla than anything else, but he would love telling you how much he’s enjoying things. 

you’re on the bed, legs spread, with sungho slowly running his fingers across your skin. 

he looks down at you lovingly. “you’re so beautiful.” and you know he means it, with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only other person in the world. 

he’s very slow, very deliberate because why would he rush things when he has all the time in the world? 

if he could, he would spend hours with you underneath him like this, your little whimpers like music to his ears. 

but sungho would feel bad making you wait oh so patiently for him, so he’d do exactly what you want. 

first, he’d trail soft kisses down your skin, making sure to suck and nip as he went. 

he’d attach himself to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it slowly while bringing his hand down to your inner thighs. 

your gasps and moans would only fuel his hard-on, its presence evident underneath his boxers. 

he liked it when you were completely naked and when he still had an article or two of clothing on because sungho knew you would often beg so sweetly, something he found so endearing. 

you begging for him… the love of his life needing him in a way that only he could satisfy. 

sungho was always good at drawing orgasms out of you, making you have at least two before he’d even consider orgasming himself. 

but when it comes to that point, he’d become a bit feverish. his grip on your hips would be almost tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you with vigor. 

he’d continue kissing you sloppily, praises leaving his mouth one after the other. 

“you feel so good… so pretty. shit, you’re so fucking hot…” 

Riwoo

mommy kink, praise, humiliation, dick slapping, hints of dacryphilia

i think riwoo’s usually pretty innocent-minded, and too shy to initiate anything even if he is having impure thoughts. 

so riwoo would just be minding his business, maybe playing league of legends on his pc. then you’d hug his neck from behind, resting your chin on his head. “how’s my baby doing?” 

he would blush at the use of ownership, but not take his eyes off of the screen. “good. my team’s winning.” 

“oh, that’s great! i’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” you run your fingers through his hair, causing a chill to go down riwoo’s spine. “can i join you? i’d like to watch.” 

he nods and you pull up a chair next to his, resting your head against his shoulder but not in a way that would hinder his gaming. 

he’d feel more nervous now, having an audience. he wants to make you proud, wants to hear you praise him again, so he locks in all of his attention to the screen in front of him. 

which is why he doesn’t at first notice your hand on his thigh, until your fingers crest against the edge of his waistband. 

he lets out a gasp and breaks his eye contact with the screen to glance at you. “wh…what are you doing?”

“what do you mean? i’m not doing anything, sweetheart. just keep playing your game.” your voice comes out innocent, but riwoo’s been dating you long enough to know that you in fact know exactly what you’re doing. 

but he also knows better than to protest, especially since he’s already a bit turned on from you just complimenting him. 

you notice that fact with the way his dick is already semi-hard. you let out a laugh and lightly slap his dick, making him let out a whine. “you’re already turned on and i haven’t even done anything. how pathetic…” 

riwoo inhales a shaky breath and blinks several times, trying his best to focus. 

when you undo his pants and pull down his boxers, he tries not to squirm even as the cool air in the room hits his fully erect dick.

you wrap a hand around it, gently running your thumb up and down the shaft.

he starts bucking his hips, so you remove your hand and slap his dick again.

riwoo whines and tears start to rim his eyes. “p-please…” 

“hmm? please what, baby?”

“please touch me… more… i need more.”

“you need more, huh? so the slut isn’t appreciating what i’m giving him? it’s not enough?”

he gulps. “n-no, it’s good. i-i just–” he’s cut off when you lick the tip of his dick, a strangled moan escaping his lips. 

“oh? did you like that? does that make my slut’s pretty dick feel good?” 

“yes… more please…” 

“please what?”

“mommy. please, mommy…” 

and how could you say no to that?

Jaehyun

praise, humiliation, choking, masochism, bondage

i think jaehyun just gives me major “i need to be punished” vibes ??

he’s a very hyper man, and i imagine he’d probably get on your nerves fairly easily.

“jaehyun, can you stop running around like that? i’m trying to watch this lecture.”

“i’m not running around.” he pouts. “i’m just having fun.”

“can you have fun more quietly?”

“it’s not my fault my partner cares more about their grades than their sweet, loving boyfriend.” 

“is that what this is about? you just want attention?” you scoff.

“maybe… i just miss you.” jaehyun frowns.

“so your plan is to piss me off? you never learn, do you? how many times do i have to punish you before you actually start to learn? you’re just a dumb slut, aren’t you?” 

jaehyun’s jaw would go slack, both surprised and turned on all in one.

“i asked you a question.”

“uh. y-yes…” 

“you’re gonna have to beg for it. convince me that you’re worth my time.”

“please…” he got down on his knees in front of you, resting his head on your thighs. “i want you so bad…” 

“do you now? well, why don’t you make yourself useful and go get the box?”

jaehyun bites his lip and nods before racing into your shared bedroom to grab the box full of sex toys that you own. when he gets back, your laptop is no longer on your lap and your eyes are fully on him. just what he wanted. 

he instinctively reaches down and palms himself through his shorts, until your voice breaks him out of his haze. “and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“s-sorry, i really didn’t mean to.” jaehyun says quickly, placing the box in front of you. “really… it was an accident.” 

“accident or not, you’re testing my patience. looks like what i originally had in mind won’t be enough. i’m going to have to fuck some sense into you.” 

he doesn’t even protest, the arousal swirling within him. it’s almost too much, with the way that his dick strains against the only barrier between you and him. 

“lay down on the couch.” you say, opening the box and pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

jaehyun’s eyes widen. “w-wait! i wanna touch you!”

“too bad. if you’re going to act like a slut, i’m going to treat you like one.” you put the handcuffs on him before attacking his lips with your own. you press his hands down over his head and straddle his legs, your clothed heat brushing against his erection.

“f-fuck…” jaehyun groans in between your kisses. 

you pull away only to wrap a hand around his soft neck, squeezing gently as you rub yourself against him. “do you like that, slut?” 

“yes, i like it so m-much…” 

“mm, good boy.”

Taesan

dom/sub, humiliation, edging, sadism, teasing

i love taesan as much as the next onedoor, but this man can be mean 😭 like he’s a sweetheart don’t get me wrong but he really has his moments where i’m like damn dude. 

so i think that this could easily be applied to his sexual preferences. 

being a songwriter of boynextdoor does not come without its challenges, so he’s often stressed and worn out from the sheer amount of responsibilities he has placed on him. so of course he needs an outlet for all that stress… cue you, his wonderful loving partner.

you’d hear the front door to the apartment close all the way from your shared bedroom, a huge smile on your face knowing that it was taesan coming home after a long day. 

you race into the living room to greet him, finding him standing there oddly still with a dark look in his eyes. 

you immediately freeze, mouth slightly agape as he slowly trails his eyes up your body. when they meet your own, you can see the desire within them. “go back to the bedroom. when i come back there, i expect you to be fully naked.” 

you stand there for a few more seconds, taking in his words before nodding and hurriedly rushing back to the bedroom. 

you’ve barely taken off your underwear, which was your last article of clothing, when taesan bursts into the room. 

you could practically feel the heat of his eyes as he approaches you, not bothering to close the door. “fuck, i’ve been waiting all day for this…” 

he immediately wraps you up in his arms and kisses you passionately before (gently) throwing you on the bed and crawling on top of you.

he makes haste with discarding his own clothing before attaching his lips to your neck, you writhing below him with soft whimpers. 

if you’d squirm too much, he’d hold your hips as a warning. 

but if you squirmed again regardless, he would slap your inner thigh and grab your jaw, making eye contact with you. “don’t fucking move.” 

which is easier said than done, and he knows that but doesn’t care because he loves being mean. <3

so he just watches as you helplessly try to stay still, even as he brings his fingers dangerously close to your sensitive areas. 

“aww, poor baby… you want to move so bad, don’t you?”

“taesan, please just fuck me.”

“tsk… you should know better than to ask for that so early on. what would be the fun in that? i think i’d much rather watch you come undone with just my fingers alone. wouldn’t you like that too, baby?” 

you nod feverishly, choking out a moan when his finger circles your hole.

and when he’s fingering you with intensity, you know you’re about to come undone exactly as he wanted. 

your moans increase and get higher in pitch, your orgasm right there.

you feel it building up, just about to come when taesan suddenly pulls his fingers away, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“n-no! taesan, please! please, please…”

“shhh…” he places a finger against your lips. “just relax. you’ll get what you want, baby… just let me have some fun first, yeah?” and then he’s back to attacking your neck. 

Leehan

switch, role play, power dynamics 

idk why but i just think leehan would find the idea of role play funny, something he’d want to try out as a joke… but seeing you in that sexy nurse outfit has his head spinning in a way he didn’t plan on. 

the way the tight uniform shows off every one of your curves has leehan immediately wanting to pounce on you like he’s some animal. 

but he’d restrain himself, because he’s curious where this will go. 

and you being the fantastic nurse that you are means that you have to give him a well-rounded checkup. 

so of course you have to test every nerve to make sure that his motor functions are working properly. 

you start with the usual, gently tapping your rubber mallet against his knee before working your way up. 

he responds well to your touch, his breath hitching when you brush against his dick, it already being hard. 

which is convenient because you need to make sure that was in working order, too. 

“do you regularly engage in sexual intercourse, mr. kim?”

leehan is taken aback by your question, blushing a little. “yes…”

“and do you use protection, sir?”

he gulps, liking the way you were referring to him. it became physically evident in the way that his dick twitched ever so slightly, begging for friction. “yes.” 

“good. very, very good.” you make a show of writing on a blank notepad. “i’m going to need to further examine you, especially because it’s been a while since you’ve been to get a checkup.” 

you scoot closer to him on the stool and gesture at his pants. “would you mind taking these off, mr. kim?” 

leehan nods and quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. the tent in his boxers stand proud, a small patch of wetness on the cotton fabric. 

you reach out and palm him through the fabric, achingly slow, earning a hiss from leehan. 

“just relax, alright? this examination might take a while…”

[winteringdream]

MY BOYFRIEND ! ──── kim leehan

✩ ⋅ pairing. kim leehan x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanons ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish ✩ ⋅ riwoo version! | woonhak version | taesan version | sungho version | myungjae version

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... tie your shoelaces.

You’re mid-sentence, chatting with Leehan as you both walk through the park when you suddenly feel your shoe loosen. You look down to see your shoelace is completely undone.

“Wait,” you mumble, slowing to a stop. “I gotta tie my shoelaces.”

Leehan doesn't say anything, and before you can even crouch, Leehan is already crouched in front of you, tying your shoelaces.

“I could’ve done it, you know.” you say, nudging him slightly when he's done tying your shoelaces.

He glances up at you with a shrug. “Too slow. I was already on the ground.”

“You literally didn’t say anything.”

“I also tied it with a secret lucky knot. You now have enhanced walking powers.” he states matter-of-factly, continuing to walk forward as if he said soemthing normal.

You stare at his back, laughing under your breath. “You’re so dumb.”

Leehan turns around, walking backward now with a grin. “You'll feel the effects of it soon don't worry.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... introduce you to his fish.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Leehan’s room, glancing around, But your eyes eventually land on the real centerpiece of the space: his fish tank.

It’s big. Like, way too big for this room big. The water glows faintly blue, and tiny plants sway gently inside of it. A few fish swim by, darting in and out of little caves and decorations.

Leehan catches your gaze and perks up instantly. “Oh! You haven’t met them yet!”

“Met who?”

He gestures at the tank. “My fish. And one mystery shrimp I still haven’t figured out. Come, come.” He pats the floor beside him.

You scoot over, amused. Leehan kneels in front of the tank, hands behind his back like a tour guide.

“That one there,” he says, pointing to a fancy-looking fish with flowing fins. “He thinks he runs the place. He doesn’t, but don’t tell him that.”

“That one hiding in the log?” He lowers his voice. “ She’s shy, but she comes out when there’s music. She’s got taste.”

“Of course she does,” you reply, playing along. You try to hold back a laugh, but it escapes anyway. "You don't name them?"

"No, I don't bother naming them, I can recognise them anyway."

He points to a tiny creature floating near the bottom. “There's the shrimp. I’ve never seen him eat. He just stares at everyone.”

You can’t stop grinning now, face in your hands. “You’re so weird.”

Leehan gives you a proud little smile. “You love it.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... remember all your important dates, even ones you forgot, and quietly plan something meaningful.

You don’t even realize what day it is. It’s just another Tuesday. Long, tiring and filled with meetings and errands and a to-do list that’s somehow longer now than when the day started.

By the time you make it over to Leehan’s place, you’re exhausted and ready to collapse into his couch and not move for an hour.

He greets you with that usual smile . You figure he’s just in one of his playful moods again.

But when you step inside, you freeze. On the table sits a small cake and two forks. Next to it is a tiny photo frame, with a picture of you from last year.

You recognize it immediately. It’s from the day you presented that personal project you worked on for weeks, the one you poured your heart into. You remember feeling proud but tired that day, and honestly? You didn’t think anyone else really remembered it.

“Wait… how did you?”

Leehan shrugs, casually pulling you inside and helping you out of your jacket like this is no big deal.

“You mentioned it once,” he says softly, “how proud you were of that project. You said it felt like a personal win.”

You turn to look at him. He’s avoiding your eyes in the way he does when he gets oddly shy about doing something sweet. “I just thought it deserved to be celebrated.”

You open your mouth to say something but he just grins and nudges you toward the couch.

“No talking, let's eat.” he says. “You already did the hard part. Let me handle the celebration part.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... warm up your side of the bed before going to sleep.

You step out of the shower, hair damp. Your only goal is to collapse into bed and sleep for the next 10 hours.

When you walk into the room, Leehan’s already there, half-buried under the covers. He’s scrolling on his phone, the screen lighting up his face, but when he sees you, he perks up.

“There you are,” he says, tossing his phone to the side. “Come here, it’s ready.”

“What’s ready?” you rub your eyes.

He lifts the blanket and motions for you to come over quickly. “Your side. I preheated it. I laid on it for ten minutes. Rolled around a little too.” he says proudly.

You snort, too tired to pretend this isn’t ridiculously cute. “You’re serious?”

“Test it,” he challenges, grinning. “It's really comfy.”

You climb in beside him and immediately melt into the warm matress. The sheets are cozy, the pillow smells like him, and the chill you felt a moment ago disappears instantly.

“Okay, wow. This is really nice.”

“Told you,” he mumbles, already scooting closer to throw an arm around you. You let your head fall against his shoulder, eyes closing, body relaxing and Leehan’s hand rubs lazy circles on your back like he plans to keep you there forever.

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... turn brushing teeth together into a nightly dance battle.

The two of you are brushing your teeth side by side, sleepy and quiet, the soft whirr of your electric toothbrushes buzzing.

You catch him watching you in the mirror, eyes squinting with that look he always has when he has a goofy idea. You already know he’s up to something. He does a little shoulder shimmy. Just a subtle one.

You try to ignore it. He raises an eyebrow, lifts his toothbrush like a mic, and starts bopping his head dramatically like he’s in a music video.

He doesn’t stop. He does a full spin, toothbrush still buzzing the whole time. He’s dancing like he's filming him a music video, shoulders popping, feet tapping, hips swaying way too enthusiastically for someone in pajama pants with toothpaste on his cheek.

You try to keep brushing, but now he’s trying to battle. He points at you with the toothbrush, challenging you.

“Show me what you got.” he mumbles through a mouthful of foam.

You sigh dramatically. But then you start to mirror his moves. A little moonwalk and a spin.

That’s when it’s on. Leehan takes over again, powerfully dancing around like he's at dance practice. It becomes full-blown toothbrush battle with exaggerated moves, laughter muffled by mouths full of toothpaste.

Neither of you wins, because you both end up nearly crying from laughing too hard.

Eventually, you rinse off, leaning on the sink for support as Leehan wipes toothpaste off your nose with a grin.

He grins. “We’re legendary.”

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[rheasforum]

pairing: Myung Jaehyun (BOYNEXTDOOR) x Reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, idol au, secret relationship reveal tease

wc: ~1.3k

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“Wait… hold on.”

Jaehyun squints at the flood of comments flying across the live chat, his lips parting as he tries to read them aloud.

“Is that really you and Y/N in those baby pics?”

“Jaehyun, were you childhood friends with Y/N???”

“Are the photos real???”

Jaehyun freezes, mid-sip of his iced americano. “…Huh?”

“…You guys saw those photos?”

He doesn’t even look mad—just mildly surprised, then quickly amused as he leans back in his chair, laughing under his breath.

Then someone links the tweet.

He clicks it.

And yeah, he’s doomed.

It’s a thread. A whole damn thread.

Photos of you and him at ages 2-6. Holding hands in a stroller. Sleeping next to each other on a bean bag. You hugging Myungjae on the slide with your cheeks smush together in what looks like a daycare classroom while he holds a toy dinosaur.

He stares at the screen. Blinks.

Then just… bursts out laughing.

“Wow. You guys really went full FBI mode?”

He sets his drink down and adjusts the camera.

“Okay, okay. Yes,” he says, finally addressing the chat head-on. “That’s me and Y/N.”

The chat explodes.

Jaehyun grins, running a hand through his hair. “We’ve known each other basically since we were born. Our moms were best friends since middle school, and they got pregnant around the same time—“

He holds up his fingers, indicating the gap. “I’m older by eleven days, though. So technically, I’m the oppa in this friendship, okay?”

He leans in a little, grin spreading. “And don’t let her lie and say she’s the older one. I always had to share my birthday cake first.”

“OH MY GOD, THEY’RE SO CUTE.”

“STOP, THIS IS MAKING ME MELT.”

Your moms had practically planned this, so it was just… natural. You two, in this little bubble that the rest of the world seemed to understand far too late.

A flurry of laughing emojis swarm the chat.

“And since we were born so close in age, our moms used to always bring us to playdates together. We have hundreds of pictures. Some are honestly… embarrassing,” he chuckles, reaching for something offscreen. “Hold on, I think I still have a few…”

He goes quiet for a second, rummaging through a drawer beside him. Fans are still going feral in the chat:

“HE’S LOOKING FOR THE PHOTOS OMG.”

“DON’T DO THIS TO US”

He finally finds it���a small, beat-up photo album, pink and blue with glitter stickers peeling off.

“I kept this,” he mutters with a small smile. “My mom gave it to me when I moved to the dorms. Said it was for ‘sentimental purposes’ and also in case I forget where I came from.”

He opens the album and flips a few pages before holding a photo up to the camera.

It’s a picture of two toddlers—Jaehyun in overalls and a bucket hat, you in pigtails and a yellow dress. You’re holding hands in a sandbox, both grinning with no front teeth.

The next one is even worse (or better): you pecked Jaehyun’s cheek while he looks away flustered with dry tears on his face with a mess of frosting on both your faces from a birthday cake.

“I think this was Y/N’s third birthday,” he says, tapping the corner. “I cried because I thought she liked someone else.”

He pauses, then bursts out laughing at the memory.

“Aigooo, I was such a little jealous kid.”

“HE CRIED OVER HER??? I CAN’T.”

“LMAOO JAEHYUN YOU’RE SO CUTE.”

He waves it off with a crooked smile.

“Anyway,” he continues, “Our moms would leave us in the living room with crackers and toys and just gossip in the kitchen for hours,” he chuckles. “We were basically raised side by side. Like… if I had a memory, she was in it, always.” His fingers fidget with the drawstring on his hoodie. The softest little smile curls at the corners of his lips.

“I AM SOBBING. THIS IS A LOVE STORY.”

“WAIT. SO ARE YOU GUYS STILL CLOSE??”

“JAEHYUN PLS. WE NEED TO KNOW.”

There’s a nostalgic glaze over his eyes now, his voice dropping a bit.

He lifts his eyes again, like the question catches him off guard.

“Yeah,” he says simply. “We’re still best friends.”

“Even when we trained on becoming idols, even when things got busy, we never really… drifted. Not really. It’s like—even when we’re not talking for a few days or weeks, she’s always… there. You know?”

The chat floods with a million variations of “AWWWWW”, “HES IN LOVE,” but Jaehyun’s too busy flipping another photo to notice.

“Oh—this one. This was when we dressed as a bride and groom for Halloween. Our moms made us.” He shows it with a tiny smirk.

And then he says it.

“Our moms always thought we’d be in a relationship someday.”

He lets it hang there. A second. Two. Just long enough to let the implications settle.

He’s still smiling, looking off to the side like he’s remembering something soft.

“Maybe they knew something we didn’t back then,” he mumbles.

The comments have exploded.

“YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT.”

“WAITT, WHAT DID HE SAYYYY????”

“IS HE HINTING AT SOMETHING???”

“OMG, DID HE JUST LOWKEY CONFESS?”

He finally notices the chaos and squints at the screen.

“Okay, okay! Relax!” He laughs, raising both hands in surrender. “She’s just my—well… she’s my best friend. That’s all you need to know.”

But then.

His phone buzzes.

He glances at it. Unlocks it. Looks at the screen for maybe two seconds before trying to hide the way his lips twitch upward.

The camera catches it. Everyone sees it.

He presses his lips together, trying to be cool about it, but the corner of his mouth will not cooperate.

He finally glances back at the camera, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“…Okay, I actually have to go.”

The comments:

“YOU’RE KIDDING”

“SIR NO. YOU STAY HERE AND EXPLAIN.”

“WHAT WAS THE TEXT”

“They’re totally not JUST childhood friends, you can tell! 😂”

He’s already standing, hastily grabbing his stuff and slipping the photo album under his arm like it’s something precious.

He sends the camera one last grin. It’s shy. Guilty. Maybe even a little smug.

“I’ll see you guys next time. Thanks for hanging out with me.”

And just before the screen goes black—

His phone lights up again. This time, the camera clearly catches a preview of the message on the lockscreen:

Y/N: “hey baby, come over. i miss you. ❤️”

The stream ends.

And the fandom implodes.

[beomev]

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, kim woonhak

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[junnieverse]

SLEEPY HEAD ➳ M. JAEHYUN

➙ synopsis: how spending a relaxing morning in with your boyfriend is, completely engulfed in his embrace

pairing: myung jaehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff (it’s so cute I can’t) and like one suggestive line

word count: 0.6k

warnings: not proofread, may contain small typos as well, clingy myungjae hehe

a/n: this is my first time writing for bonedo and I wanted to pick up on the reception of this post before deciding if I would potentially start writing for them too so pls lmk what you all think? :)

a/n (2): who’s your boynextdoor bias(es)? Mine are Jaehyun and Taesan ^~^ (reblogs highly appreciated!)

Mornings were simply one of your least favourite times of the day.

Having to wake up and plan out your day and get your mental planner ready for whatever it is you had to do.

Whereas some others woke up and let the day go by spontaneously not having much planned but you liked to atleast have some idea of how your day would go.

It's one thing planning out your day and it's another having to actually get up to be productive.

To say the least, you were far from being a morning person.

But boy did you love waking up next to your boyfriend, Myung Jaehyun.

This morning was no different as you rolled over to the side as you let out a soft huff feeling the light slip through from the curtain hitting your face.

You wanted to do nothing more than sleep longer but it was quite difficult for you to do that when the sun was out and bright.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds longer, silently letting your brain regenerate, you finally muster up the strength to try and get up before a pair of arms around your waist tugs you to stop.

"Mhmm" the male beside you groans as his cheeks puffed out and his lips formed a little pout tempting you to kiss him but you hold yourself back from doing so.

"Where are you going?" he asked softly, his eyes still shut trying to pull you down back into his embrace to which you couldn't help but softly giggle to finding his clingy antics adorable.

You fall back letting your head hit the pillow as you come face to face to Jaehyun.

Nothing said as you both quietly look into each others eyes, a gradual smile creeping onto your face slowly as your cheeks slightly heated up from feeling shy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you proceed to tease him with a shy smile as he leans in closer to you.

"You just look really pretty." he responds matching your smile before he closes the gap between you two in a soft kiss.

Letting your hands do their own thing, they start off laying on his chest before slowly going up to rest to cup his cheeks as you both smile pulling away from each other.

You both spent another few minutes simply in each other's company, no words exchanged between the both of you as you gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face.

He placed his hand atop yours as he linked your fingers with his before moving it away from his hair to place a soft kiss in your palm making your heart flutter.

"We should be getting up soon so we can get started for the day. What do you want for breakfast?" you ask him lifting your upper body up as you stretch yourself groaning in relief.

"You." Jaehyun remarks cheekily as he chuckles lowly before you hit his arm playfully.

"I'm kidding baby. We can eat later, there's plenty of time." he adds on quickly.

Pulling your arm as you weakly cave, letting your head hit the pillow again, only this time you were faced away from him as the little spoon and your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him.

His head rested between the crook of your neck, his soft breathing tickling you making you smile at the gentle feeling.

He wasn't completely wrong about that either, sometimes you didn't need to intensively plan out your day when you could just let the day unfold itself.

Or in other words do pretty much nothing productive intentionally which could still be a well spent day.

Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt you thought to yourself snuggling in closer into your boyfriend's arms as you closed your eyes letting the sleep take over.

[blue-jisungs]

LEEHAN AND PEARLS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

( also, i woulf love to read something taesan & popcorn but you don't have to write it if you can't think of anything!)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ PEARLFISH 🧸ྀི — a soft evening with your boy that takes a giggly turn ( wc 582 )

[ extras ] um., word ‘anus’ like twice XD + i proofchecked everything online but if theres sth thats not correct lmk (im no leehan sadly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! HELP IRA IM SO SORRY I PROMISE IT WAS MEANT TO BE CUTE BUT EVERYTIME I WRITE FOR IHAN I FIND OUR STH NEW AND THEN I JUST STRAYED OFF ELCOXIAIAJAJ I HOPE U WNJOY IT !!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏😭

@kstrucknet ˙ . ꒷ 🐠 . 𖦹˙— @onedoornet

donghyun was almost dozing off. he couldn’t help it. it was so pleasant and warm in the crook of your neck, the duvet pulled over you two bringing fuzzy comfort. the sounds of his friends playing video games in the living room were like background noise. on top of that, the cozy music from your nintendo was practically lulling him to sleep too. or when you would run your fingers through his soft locks from time to time.

his ebony irises were glued to the small screen, observing your animal crossing character running around. 

when he was more awake, you purposefully went fishing so he could show off his knowledge. each one you caught, he shared fun facts. who needed blathers - an owl in the game that knows everything about fish, bugs and art - when you had donghyun? you would later then go to the museum, of which blather was the director, and fact check leehan. your boyfriend would snicker at the owl on your screen, praising its knowledge.

you could feel him drifting away. his breath got softer, his occasional love bites coming to a halt. you swore you could even hear his small snores. 

your character changed into a wet suit and you dived into the sea in the search of some goodies. you got so focused on your task, looking for the deep sea creatures (and chasing them if they happened to be mischievous).

suddenly, your character swam up and showed off a pearl. 

“did you know pearls are the only gemstones that come from a living creature?” donghyun’s gentle voice startled you a bit. you just let out a hum, encouraging him to keep talking. “everything else comes from the earth, let’s say”

“that’s interesting” you nodded “i’m keeping pearls. they sell well but i want to create a mermaid set”

“i bet it’s cute. oh gosh, did you know there’s a fish called pearlfish? the way it got its name is really funny. one little fella was found inside an oyster. well, it was dead but embedded within the mother-of-pearl. so like, the substances that create the pearl. i read somewhere that it probably took five years for the oyster to fully cover the silly fish” donghyun was now fully awake, fingers coming up to excitedly tap on your hand. “but pearlfish usually live inside clams, sea cucumbers, and stuff. so one could call it an accident at work”

he suddenly started laughing, air tickling your neck. you just smiled, wondering what got him so giggly.

“they live in sea cucumbers’ butts. they sniff them out first and then they wait for the anu-”

“oh ew” you started laughing too. your switch fell out of your hands, getting lost somewhere in the comforter. 

donghyun was a bit shocked when you turned to wrap your arms around his neck, now hiding your face in his chest. your body was shaking with your laughter, triggering his own too.

“would you still love me if i was a pearlfish living in a sea cucumbers’ anus?” leehan asked, which resulted in your laughs growing even louder. 

“i love you, goofball” you managed to snicker. his smile got wider, pulling you even closer. he treasured those words, his heart overtaken by warmth. 

“hey, you didn’t answer my question!” he whined and you just chuckled. well, he had one option to get it out of you: tickles. 

soon enough only giggles and laughters were heard from the room, even making his friends hear.

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[byeuijoo]

let them sleep 𐀔 kim leehan

genre : pure fluff ⋆ warnings : none ⋆ word count : 0,8k

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you don't usually slept at leehan's dorm often, it's quite rare for you to come knowing that his roommates are there, and that he doesn't have a single room. but last night you desperately needed to see him and hold him in your arms, that's why you'd find yourself at the dorm's door at past two in the morning. your boyfriend didn't wait long before pulling you by the hand to give you a hug, his cheek resting against the top of your head and his arms encircling your waist. « i'm sorry, » you whispered, hiding your face against his chest as he gently closed the door behind you, « i didn't want to bother you. »

but donghyun reassured you, lifting your face to him to place a warm kiss on your forehead, his hands against your cheeks, and the prettiest of smiles hanging from his lips. « you never bother me, » he whispered in turn, moving his thumbs to tenderly caress your skin, « let's go to bed, okay? »

nodding positively, leehan slipped his hand into yours to pull you to his shared bedroom, where riwoo was already sound asleep — headphones hooked on his ears. it was a relief for you to see that your presence wouldn't disturb him, you'd never forgive yourself otherwise. lucky you left home in your pyjamas, so all you had to do was slide into your boyfriend's single bed. leehan lay down first, while you closed the bedroom door gently, before climbing onto the mattress and settling in beside him. instantly, he lifted the blanket and laid it over you, as you cuddled into his arms to find even the slightest source of warmth.

dropping the top of the blanket over your shoulders, leehan finally slips his arms around you : one under your head, the other around your waist. « are you comfortable? » he asked in a whisper, his face close to yours. nodding and muttering an almost muffled yes, you moved slowly to get completely close to him, placing a kiss on his upper torso as you slipped your arm around him. his hand around your waist drew invisible patterns on your lower back, as you buried your face in the warm skin of his neck. « are you feeling better? » he asked you this time, moving slightly to be more comfortably glued to you. « much better, thanks to you. i wouldn't have been able to sleep without you. » you whispered back, placing a warm kiss on his jawline.

mumbling a “good” into your hair, before giving you a small kiss on it, you end up closing your eyes and holding him close, as if it were the only comfort you could find. « good night honey. » he said at last, keeping you warm against his chest for the whole night ahead, leading you both to fall asleep against each other, your hearts beating in unison.

but you must have forgotten something : the alarm clocks in this dorm are quite loud, especially when one of them is called myung jaehyun. the door opened wide, and suddenly jaehyun's voice made you pull the blanket up over your head and leehan's. « wake up ! wake up ! it's time to wake up ! » he almost shouted, throwing himself onto the other bed, where a wide-awake riwoo beckoned him to make less noise. « shhh, let the other two sleep. » ordered the blond boy, which aroused the other boy's curiosity.

« the other two..? » he whispered, standing up on his forearms to glance towards leehan's bed, and catch a glimpse of your hair sticking out from under the blanket. his eyes became as round as marbles, as riwoo gently pushed him to get up, « have they been here long? » — yawning, the blond boy shrugged his shoulders while nodding negatively, pulling on jaehyun's arm to force him to follow, « don't know. probably since the middle of the night. »

after that, their voices became more distant and the bedroom door was closed, leaving the two of you once again in peace and quiet. flickering your eyes and sighing softly, your warm breath gently awakened leehan, who set his sweet gaze on your pretty face. « morning sleeping beauty. » he whispered, moving to hide his face in the hollow of your neck. hooking your hand around the back of his neck, you tenderly caressed his skin, placing a small kiss on his temple, « morning love. »

both of you were definitely not ready to get up — especially knowing you were going to have to explain why you were there. your boyfriend's arm tightened around you, pulling you against his body so that not a millimetre remained between you. « let's keep it that way for a while, we'll deal with the rest later. » he suggested, moving slightly to place a kiss against the skin of your neck. nodding positively, you closed your eyes again and drifted off into a deep sleep, simply enjoying leehan's warmth and the comfort he had brought to your cold night. after all, everything else could wait.

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[luv-y0urself]

boynextdoor when they have crushes

boynextdoor x fem!reader genre: fluff, slice of life, mayhaps...? | wc: 2026 words | warnings: all sorts of tropes ahead !! all of the boys are the same age as the reader in the fic, although not mentioned :) 𖤐．thank you to the anon who requested this ! i'm so sorry it took this long to get out... i might've gotten a little carried away (psst... i didn't tell you this, but i might be using this as a small teaser for a future series...!)

boy #1: park sungho

to me, sungho genuinely feels like the type to fall for his childhood best friend. it’s the feeling of comfort that he feels with her that suddenly morphs into something more, y’know? he’s having a casual night out, grabbing a quick drink with his friend for successfully ending the semester in one piece when she shows up dressed with her hair done, makeup immaculate, and a dress that fits her curves perfectly and accentuates all the nice things about her. he can’t help but gape at her form once he lays eyes on her, and is dumbfounded for a few seconds before he’s able to murmur a soft compliment in her direction. she merely laughs it off, telling him that he looked rather dashing that night as well. it was common for them to care for each other in that way; they didn’t think of it much when they were complimenting each other… but on that night, at that moment, sungho meant every word. once sungho is able to fully mull over the situation (and fully realizes that he definitely has a crush on her), sungho would go out of his way to care for her. he’s always sending her texts (much more than usual), usually things like “your class starts soon, are you at school yet?” to things like, “don’t skip lunch even if you’re working.” he strikes me as the type to bring lots of sweets to his gal when mother nature decides to pay her a visit, or for him to cook her some of her favorite broth if she’s feeling under the weather. at one point, i feel like she would realize that sungho has changed a little bit; she asks the other friends in her group about it and her friends can’t help but smack their foreheads at how dense sungho’s crush is, then help sungho set something up for him to actually overcome the fear of losing his friend and confess to her.

boy #2: lee riwoo

to be completely honest, i feel like riwoo is the type to fall for a girl that he met at a dance competition. riwoo would be one of the judges, waiting for the last performance to go on stage and dance their hearts out. he’s beyond tired, having gotten at the site more than six hours ago, and having sat in his chair without moving for four of those six. but once she comes onto stage, riwoo would feel the spinning world stop. all he can see is her, dancing her heart out to the choreographed routine that she and her group mates put together for everybody to see. it’s unprofessional, really — riwoo should be watching the performance for all of the rubric points, but all he could focus on was the way that she moved; the way that she waltzed with the song, her arms elongated and her steps light but strong, hitting each beat with undeniable passion that she must’ve practiced with. riwoo isn’t able to do anything the day of, however — that would be even more unprofessional than how distracted he was during the performance. no, the real time he would be able to do something is when he holds a surprise pop up class with a limited number of students able to attend, and she’s one of them. when checking their form, i feel like riwoo’s eyes would subconsciously stay on her form for a little longer compared to the other students, and if she had a question, he answer it to the best of his ability, and then some. riwoo doesn’t strike me as the impulsive type, but with her in the room, i feel like he would change the choreo that he's teaching to a pair dance, choosing her in the room to dance with.

boy #3: myung jaehyun

god, myungjae would be the loudest guy out there once he has a crush. he definitely strikes me as the type of guy to go shouting in the group chat, saying that he just spotted the “goddess” of their school while walking around. he probably also wouldn’t waste any time beating around the bush; the very next time he spots her, he would probably go up to her and say some cheesy pick up line (“so, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?”) although the girl would definitely be surprised, and maybe even annoyed at his seemingly insincere ways of telling her, myungjae would do everything he can to regain her trust in him (aka. making her fall for him, according to his boasting). whenever he spots her on campus, myungjae makes sure to make himself known. he often waves at her from hundreds of meters away, running to her from wherever he saw her from (and ditching whoever he was with, which, most of the time, is poor woonhak) just to strike a conversation with her. he asks her about all kinds of things, like what she’s doing today, how she’s feeling, if anything happened to her in the past 16 hours which he hasn’t seen her, anything. (once, she replied back that she was going to go meet a long distance guy friend, and myungjae immediately got sooo jealous. he would ask all kinds of things, like what he looks like, how tall he is, whether she’s ever liked him in the past or if she does now, how long she’s known him for, etc. she would definitely tease him for being jealous before leaving in a flash, purposely mentioning that she needs to “get ready” for her hangout with the said guy. myungjae is absolutely distraught, to her delight.) but, if she’s feeling down, he’s there for her always, giving her a shoulder to cry on if needed. he provides lots of advice for her if she opens up to him in that way, glad that he was able to be of help to his one and only.

boy #4: han taesan

boy oh boy, han taesan. definitely the type to fall for the girl working at the lp shop that he’s a regular at. taesan was just walking around the shop, seeing if there were any albums that were recently added that he hadn’t seen the last time he was there. that’s when he spotted her listening to the legendary nirvana album (in his opinion), bleach (1989), and she was humming the melody to “about a girl” when he couldn’t help but be intrigued about her. the lp shop was old; taesan was close with the owner of the shop, since the old man had cared for taesan like his own son. taesan would definitely ask about her the next time he sees the man (which is very soon), surprised when he mentions that she’s working at the shop now; taesan came to the shop almost everyday following that short encounter, often staying at the shop much longer than necessary when she was around (and leaving the shop quickly when he wasn’t able to see her at her usual spot at the counter), trying to get a better look at what she was doing or if she was listening to anything else that he enjoyed listening to, too.  the first time that taesan would actually make a move is when he catches that she’s sick from the rapidly changing weather. he spots her erupting into small coughing fits, which she suppresses quickly with a quick drink from her practically steaming tumbler. the next day taesan walks into the shop, his pockets are a little heavier than usual; he’s carrying with him some cough medicine and tylenol, packaged nicely in a clear bag, perfected with a clean note inside (which he definitely didn’t take 15 minutes to write two lines of). when she’s not at the counter, cleaning something at a different end of the shop, taesan slips over and places the bag of medicine containing the note next to her tumbler so she can’t miss it, smiling a little as he exits the shop.

boy #5: kim leehan

would it be a surprise if leehan falls for the girl working as a docent at the aquarium? she's all he’s been looking for; an expert on fish that shared the same love for marine life that he did. i feel like leehan would meet her coincidentally at his local aquarium; usually he likes to stay home and just look at his own fish tank, but that day, he felt like going out. it had been too long since he left the house, anyway; the last time he’d left was a few days ago, when he went to go find some new fishies for his fish tank (if leehan has his fish tank and his phone, he could probably stay at home for a whole month without leaving it once).  usually, leehan is the type to walk around the aquarium by himself; he already knew a lot about most of the fish there, and if he didn’t know anything, he was the type to stand in front of the description for a while in order to read everything about the new fish. but, something about her voice stroke a chord in him; her voice was different from the other docents that he had walked by, and he saw himself just trailing the crowd that was following her, listening to her words that were flowing out of her like she was telling the story about the fish for the first time. after the entire tour, when she seems to go on break, leehan would call out to her according to her name that she had mentioned at the end of the tour, letting the people know that she was always happy to talk about fish if they ever spotted her around the aquarium another day. he would then proceed to question her about some of the new species that had recently been added to the aquarium tanks, piquing her interest in him as well. i think they would meet a couple more times at the aquarium itself before leehan would ask if she would like to see his own fish tank at his house ;)

boy #6: kim woonhak

woonhak is the epitome of boyish love. there’s no denying it… he just reminds me so much of the type of guys that would endlessly tease and poke fun at you just because he doesn’t know how else to express himself. i think the person that he would do this to would definitely be a somewhat calm person… like a student volunteer at his school’s library!! he would definitely fall for her when he’s checking out his textbooks at the beginning of the year — he’s never stepped into the textbook room prior to this (since this was all a new system that the school implemented) and woonhak just saw her working hard, interacting cordially with the kids she knew and genuinely looking like she was enjoying her job there. her genuineness sparked something deep inside of him, and after that day, i feel like he would visit the library all the time. he’s going to memorize the days and periods that she’s working at the library and get out of class during those days just to go to the library and try to see her. because he visits her so often, i just know that they would start to talk and that would just make woonhak fall even more for her — she’s such a passionate individual, always working hard for what she wants to achieve in the future. whenever she talks about her ambitions, woonhak just can’t help but be mesmerized about everything around her; her pretty, sparkling eyes, the soft breeze from the window that tickles her hair, being able to easily tune out the bustling of the students around them as if they were alone, and her voice, making him truly wonder if she was born under the extensive care of angels. at one point, though, i feel like she would ask him why he always visits her but never actually looks at any of the books or the library in general. woonhak’s ears would burn a bright shade of red before he clears his throat, finally asking her out on a date (“actually, speaking of which… do you want to, uh, go out this weekend?”)

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[niki-phoria]

i love you baby, baby, baby / 외쳐대느라 내 진심을 동네방네 다 알아

pairing: myung jaehyun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 435

notes: 大家新年快乐！watched one episode of what? door! and now here we are, inspired by that vid of jaehyun kissing woonhak lol, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33, title from BOYNEXTDOOR - serenade

“hold still,” MYUNG JAEHYUN playfully whines over the sound of your laughter. his hands rest against your shoulders; his fingers occasionally brush against the bare skin of your neck. jaehyun’s touch sends shivers down your spine as you squirm at the ticklish feeling. “i can’t kiss you if you keep moving.” 

“i’m sorry,” you chuckle. jaehyun huffs dramatically in response. he leans his head against your shoulder, hiding his face into the crook of your neck to hide his own laughter. you gently pat his back as you urge him to sit up once again. “i’ll stop moving now, i promise.”

jaehyun playfully glares up at you when he pulls away. reaching up, he rests his hands on either side of your face, turning your body until you’re looking at him. “you better.”

you watch jaehyun through the mirror’s reflection as he leans in.  jaehyun’s eyes flutter shut as his lips finally meet against your skin. you all but freeze at the feeling. shivers race down your spine and your breath hitches in your throat. 

the kiss feels too long and too short. what you’re rationally sure was only a few seconds feels like hours. jaehyun’s face is flushed when he pulls away, tinting the tips of his ears a soft shade of pink. for a few moments silence falls between you. jaehyun remains close to you - almost too close. you can see the way the light glints against the specks of glitter in the lipstick that still remains on his lips. his gaze momentarily falters from meeting your own, falling to your lips for just a few seconds. 

butterflies immediately began swarming throughout your stomach. your heartbeat speeds up dramatically in your chest and you can feel blood rush to your face. jaehyun awkwardly clears his throat, bringing a hand up to wipe away the remaining lipstick from his mouth. “how does it look?” 

“well,” jaehyun’s hand slips away from your cheek as you turn to glance at yourself in the mirror. the faint lipstick mark against your skin is misshapen. it looks like little more than a pink smudge against the side of your cheek.

you chuckle softly at the sight, wiping your knuckles against your skin until it fades away. it mixes with the layer of foundation that is already coating your skin. it leaves a faint pink patch against the side of your face. “it looks terrible.” 

“well,” jaehyun laughs softly. you relax at the sound, smiling along with him. he reaches over, handing you the small container of lipstick once again. “that means we just need to do it again.” 

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[mountaesan]

mend me, love me ; k. leehan 

pairing. bad boy!leehan x nursing student!reader genre. hurt/comfort , pining , fluff , a twinge of angst , set in the 80’s but it’s not rly mentioned and it’s not essential to the plot synopsis. leehan was your first ever patient as well as your most frequent, treating him has always been second nature for you. so when he shows up at your window once again, unannounced, bruised and bleeding, you begin to wish that you could see him in different circumstances word count. 4.1k warnings. kissing , mentions of blood / fighting , one mention of a knife , leehan is injured , probably unrealistic and unsafe medical practices  playlist. fallingforyou by the 1975 , meet me in the hallway by harry styles , the night we met by lord huron , like real people do by hozier notes. these two are so precious to me . not proofread

The rain came down in a steady rhythm, a soft patter against the windowpane, threading through the quiet of your room like a soft lullaby. It’s the perfect Friday night. One of those rare evenings where everything feels settled, where there was no unfinished work tugging at the edges of your mind and no looming responsibilities weighing down your shoulders.

The state of your room was pristine, the scent of freshly laundered sheets mingling in the air with the faint herbal aroma of your tea, the steam still curling in the air from where you placed it on your nightstand. The air was cool from the rain, but the warmth of your post-shower skin seeped into the plush comfort of your blankets. It cocooned you in a delicious contrast of warmth and chill.

The dim glow of your desk lamp flickered slightly, its light casting long, slanted shadows across the room. It danced over the neatly stacked textbooks and scattered notes that—for once—weren’t demanding your attention.

With a deep breath, you nestled deeper into the comfort of your mattress, pulling the covers just a little higher as you opened your well-worn copy of Emma in your hands. The spine creaked with familiarity, the pages soft beneath your fingertips, the edges slightly frayed from years of love. You traced your thumb along the words, sinking in the world Austen so carefully crafted; where meddling and misunderstandings unfold within the genteel drawing rooms of Highbury.

The rain continued its ceaseless drumming, a quiet accompaniment to the turning of each page. The weight of the week melted away, dissolving into the hush of the storm and the safety of solitude. 

You’re glad to escape the world of responsibility and work; at least for a little while. In this moment, you were free: free to lose yourself in the clever and playful words of Jane Austen, warmed by your tea as you wrapped yourself in the comforting embrace of the quiet, rainy night.

The world outside is distant, softened by the misty glow of streetlights and the gentle patter of raindrops against your window. The steady rhythm soothed  you, lulling you deeper into—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Faint at first, barely enough to steal your attention from the pages between your hands. A soft, rhythmic tapping. Your brows furrowed, eyes flicking up from the curling pages of your beloved novel, confusion and caution pricked at your skin.

For a moment, you wondered if it’s just a loose branch from the storm, swaying against the glass. But then, the sound came again, more deliberate this time.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Tap. Tap.

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP—

And then—you saw it.

A face.

Pale against the rain-streaked window, dark eyes peering through the glass and strands of wet hair clinging to sharp cheekbones. 

Your breath caught in your throat, a strangled sound escaping before you could stop it. For a long moment, you simply stared, heart hammering against your ribs as you struggled to make sense of what you were seeing. 

The golden glow of your desk lamp flickered against the raindrops of your windowpane, catching on the sharp planes of his face—pale from the cold, his usual smirk replaced with a tight grimace. His fingers flexed and strained against the wet wood of the sill, and another gust of wind made the familiar looking boy—or ghost—sway precariously. 

“What the—” you spluttered. Finally snapping out of your daze, you scrambled out of bed.  You practically threw the book aside as you rushed to the window, fumbling with the latch. When you shoved it open, for a split second, you simply stood there, the wind howling through the open window as rain splattered against your cheeks and the cold air bit at your skin.

The sight before you was utterly absurd—Kim Leehan, soaked to the bone, clinging to your fourth-floor window for dear life. 

“Are you out of your mind? This is the fourth floor! How did you even—”

“A guy…” Leehan grimaced, tightening his grip on the slippery windowsill as his fingers began to slip. “Never reveals his secrets.” 

He was visibly struggling, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself from plummeting to his death—or at least an expensive visit to the hospital. Your stomach twisted when you glanced down, seeing nothing but the slick, empty space between him and the ground below. His dark eyes, sharp as ever despite the rain dripping into them, flickered up to meet yours.

“Nice to see you too,” he drawled, though the slight shake in his voice betrayed him. “I’d love to catch up, really, but I think hypothermia is knocking on my door—along with the whole falling to my death thing, so—”

“Okay, okay, shut up,” you grumbled, planting your feet as you hauled him in with as much strength as you can muster. He was heavier than you remember—lean but packed with muscle—and the rain didn’t make it any easier (can you tell that he’s done this a few times). Leehan groaned as his torso tipped over the edge, crashing into you as you staggered back onto your heels.

With a final, graceless heave, he tumbled in, landing in an unceremonious heap on your floor and rainwater seeped into your freshly vacuumed rug. A long silence stretched between you two, save for the steady drip, drip, drip of water pooling onto your pristine hardwood floor. You stared at him, breath still uneven from the exertion. He looked up at you through a mess of wet hair, breathing just as heavily, rainwater glistening along his jaw.

“What the hell, Leehan?” you finally said, hands still trembling slightly from the adrenaline. “Why are you scaling buildings like some kind of delinquent Spider-Man?”

Leehan groaned, lifting his arm weakly before letting it drop back onto the floor. “One,” he started, voice hoarse, “never insult the best superhero like that ever again.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, he sluggishly sat up and peeled his drenched hoodie over his head. It takes a second for your to register what you’re seeing—but then, your stomach twists.

A deep, angry gash cuts across his torso, fresh and bleeding.

“And two,” he finally finishes, lips quirking into a weak, humorless smile as he gestured toward the wound.

Your frustration immediately morphed into something heavier, something sharper. “Leehan,” you breathed, crouching down beside him, “you need stitches.” 

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but you could see the exhaustion etched in the lines of his face, the slight tremor of his fingers as he pressed them into his side. “That’s why I’m here, doc.”

You exhaled through your nose as you rubbed at your temples. You should be used to this by now—Leehan showing up in the dead of night, bleeding and bruised, flashing that same reckless smile like it’s all just a joke. But it never gets easier. Not when it’s him.

“Bathroom,” you said with a firm voice. “Dry off, you know where the towels are. I’ll grab the suture kit.”

He nods, pushing himself to his feet with a wince. As he made his way to the bathroom, you pulled open a drawer to retrieve the spare clothes he’d left behind last time. (Which, coincidentally, had been because of the same exact reason.)

By the time Leehan emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel draped around his neck, you were already setting up the supplies at your desk. But the moment your eyes landed on him, you froze.

Bruises scattered across his arms and collarbone, blooming in shades of purple and blue. A fresh cut lingered just below his cheekbone and his bottom lip had been bloodied up, a stark contrast against his pale skin.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, the words sitting heavy on your tongue. You wanted to scold him. You wanted to demand why he always did this; why he never thought about himself.

But instead, you gestured toward your bed and muttered, “Lie down.”

He obeyed, settled back against the mattress and lifted his shirt without a complaint. You took a deep breath and steeled yourself, ignoring the tightness in your chest as you pressed a sterile cotton pad against the wound. His skin was warm beneath your fingers.

Leehan didn’t flinch. He never does. 

Instead, he watched you, head tilted against your pillow and dark eyes following every movement of your hands with a quiet sort of intensity. The kind that made your throat dry, the kind that made you wish you weren’t so used to this—patching him up and stitching him back together in the dim glow of your desk lamp while the rain sang against the window panes.

A tired cycle. A routine written into your friendship.

The room was quiet, save for the rain drumming against the window. You worked swiftly and precisely, and your hands moved with the familiarity of routine. Leehan didn’t flinch, doesn’t even so much as wince. He just stared at the ceiling, fingers tapping idly against his ribs. 

Finally, you broke the silence. “What was it this time?”

He exhaled slowly, his hand pausing mid-tap. “Just a small scuffle,” he muttered. “Some guys were messing with Woonhak. Thought it’d be fun to pick on him.”

Your brows furrowed. “So you decided to take them all by yourself?”

“It wasn’t like that.” He shook his head, eyes trained back on the ceiling as his jaw tightened. “I just threw a few punches to scare them off. But then someone pulled a knife, and then there were sirens, and, well…” He let out a breathy, humorless laugh. 

You pursed your lips as you knotted the last stitch a little too firmly. He hissed but didn’t complain.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, voice quieter this time.

“Yeah,” he muttered, head tilting slightly to look at you again. His lips twitched into something almost fond. “But that’s why I always come to you. Steadiest hands in all of Koz Uni’s nursing program.”

You didn’t look at him, didn’t let him see the way your expression wavered. Instead, you pressed a final piece of gauze over the wound, taping it down with the care of someone who wished they never had to do this in the first place.

“Yeah, well,” you murmured, smoothing down the bandage, “maybe next time, use that reckless head of yours for something other than getting it bashed in.”

Leehan hummed, the corner of his lips tugging up despite the exhaustion weighing heavy in his eyes. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, you pressed the heel of your palm into his forehead—not pushing, gently—until he groaned and swatted your hand away, muttering a curse under his breath. 

With a small smile, you leaned back, letting out a slow exhale. No matter how many times you gave Leehan stitches, you were always nervous like it was your first time. “You should rest,” you said. “You lost a lot of blood.”

After giving the typical ‘seek professional medical help in the morning’ lecture, you moved on to the rest of his minor injuries.

Your fingers moved with careful precision, the cotton ball, squeezed tightly between the tweezers in your grasp, was soaked in antiseptic as you dabbed gently at the wounds on Leehan’s arms. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air, sharp and sterile, as it mingled with the lingering traces of rain and something distinctly him.

Leehan didn’t make a sound as you worked, though you could feel his eyes on you—dark, steady, and unwavering. The weight of his gaze pressed into you, searing like embers against your skin, but you refused to meet it. 

You focused on the task at hand instead, the rhythmic motion of cleaning, dabbing, and wrapping. Anything to ignore the way your pulse quickened with each passing second.

But it’s hard to ignore him when he’s so close.

The space between you was barely a breath. The warmth of his body radiated through the air, despite the damp chill that still clung to his skin from the rain. His hair was a mess, black strands falling over his forehead in uneven waves, and there was something disarmingly soft about him like this. Battered and bruised and yet, undeniably alive, existing in your space as if he belonged there.

And maybe he did.

You swallowed down the thought and willed yourself to focus. 

Your hands were steady as you finished treating the cuts on his collarbones, brushing over the bruises blooming across his skin with careful fingers. But when you reached his face, your confidence faltered.

The cut along his cheekbone was shallow but angry. A thin, jagged line that caught in the dim glow of your desk lamp. And then there was his lip—split and bloodied, the wound stark against the soft curve of his mouth.

You exhaled quietly, steeling yourself once again.

Leehan must’ve sensed your hesitation because he tilted his head slightly, giving you better access to his face. His lips curled into the ghost of a smirk, but his voice was quiet when he murmured, “You’re overthinking again.”

You didn’t dignify him with a response, too focused on pressing the cotton ball to the cut on his cheekbone. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. He just watched you, his expression unreadable, eyes dark and glittering beneath the low light.

It’s unbearable.

The room felt smaller, the silence felt heavier. The storm outside softened into a quiet drizzle, but the air between you crackled with something you couldn’t quite name. Something warm and unspoken, coiling between the spaces where your hands nearly touched, where your breath nearly mingled with his own. 

Finally, you moved to his lip, hesitant as your fingers brushed against his chin, tilting his face ever so slightly toward you. His lips parted just the tiniest bit, his breath warm against your wrist as you dabbed at the wound, trying your best not to linger.

Your thumb grazed his bottom lip—barely there, light as air.

Leehan inhaled sharply.

Your stomach flipped, heart stammering violently against your ribs.

You didn’t dare to look at him. You couldn’t.

Instead, you cleared your throat, voice barely above a whisper as you muttered, “Almost done.”

Leehan didn’t reply. But when you finally, finally gathered enough courage to glance up at him, his gaze was already waiting for you. And in it, you saw everything.

The weight of every unsaid word. The years of late-night visits, quiet comforts, and silent understandings. The way he looked at you now, like you were something fragile and precious—something he had spent too long pretending he didn’t want to hold on to.

Your breath was caught in your throat.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

And then—

“There,” you whispered, pulling back, severing the moment before it could unravel completely. “All done.”

Leehan watched you for a second longer, gaze lingering and unreadable. Then, his lips twitched—barely a smirk, more like an exhale of something unspoken.

“Thanks, doc,” he murmured. 

And just like that, the tension splintered.

But the weight of his gaze still lingered—on your skin, in your breath, in the quiet thrum of your heart against your ribs. 

And you don’t think it’ll ever leave.

Leehan stayed the night, like he always does. It was an unspoken tradition, a ritual that neither of you ever acknowledged out loud but followed without question. After every fight, every wound you stitched up, he stayed—like your dorm was the only place he knew to go.

The bed was too small for the both of you, but neither of you made a move to change it. You laid next to each other, bodies barely touching. Only the occasional brush of an arm, a shift of weight, a shared breath in the darkness. The air was thick with the scent of rain and the sharp sterility of antiseptic still lingering faintly between you.

The world outside was still now. The storm had passed, leaving only the rhythmic dripping of water from the eaves, the occasional rustling of tree branches against your window. Moonlight spilled in through the glass, casting fractured shadows across the ceiling, across the sheets, across him.

Leehan was lying on his side, turned toward you, and you should tell him to be careful. You should remind him that his stitches need time to set, that his body needs rest, that lying like this is only going to make it worse. But the words don’t come.

Because he’s watching you.

And you’re watching him.

His face was half-lit, half-hidden in the dim glow of the moon, his dark eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them. You trace over the curve of his nose, the sharp edge of his jaw, the way his damp hair clings stubbornly to his forehead. Your gaze caught on his lips—split and swollen, still stained with the faintest trace of blood.

Before you even realized what you were doing, your hand moved on its own.

Your palm found the coolness of his cheek, thumb grazing over the cut on his lip with barely-there pressure. The moment your skin met his, Leehan exhaled softly, his eyes fluttering shut like he was melting beneath your touch. His body relaxed, tension unwinding in slow, steady waves, as if he’d been waiting for this.

You whispered into the dark, "I wish you didn’t keep coming to me like this."

Your voice barely carries between you, but Leehan hears it. You know he does, because his fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, because his breath caught just enough for you to notice.

After a beat, you added, "You know it breaks my heart… right?"

Leehan’s eyes opened again, slow and heavy-lidded, the shadows deepening in their depths. His gaze was unreadable, something between sorrow and something else— raw and tender. He lifted his hand, covering yours where it rested against his cheek, his fingers curling gently around yours.

"… I know," he murmured. "I’m sorry."

The weight of those words settled between you. There was something unspoken in the silence that followed, something fragile and uncertain yet wholly understood.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

The only sound in the room was the soft, rhythmic ticking of the clock on your wall, the occasional drip of rainwater outside. The world felt impossibly small, folding in on itself until it was just the two of you, here, now.

Summoning every ounce of courage left in you, you whispered, "Please don’t make me worry like this."

Leehan didn’t respond right away. Instead, he shifted, fingers tightening ever so slightly around your own before he slowly brought your hand to his lips.

Your breath stuttered.

His lips—soft despite the split, warm despite the cold—pressed gently against your knuckles, lingering for just a moment too long.

Your heart ached.

"I always knew you were going to be a nurse," he murmured, voice low, words melting into the space between you. 

Your breath stilled for a moment. “What?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“I could tell back in high school,” he continued, his fingers further interlacing with yours. “Every time I got into a fight, you were always the one patching me up. Cleaning my cuts, scolding me and clucking over me like an old mother hen. You liked making people feel better.”

You swallowed as something warm bloomed in your chest. “I liked making sure you didn’t bleed out on the pavement,” you muttered.

You shook your head, staring at the faint glow of the streetlights pooling against your ceiling. You remembered those days vividly—him showing up at the doorstep of your childhood home with bruised knuckles and split lips; you pressing antiseptic pads to his wounds in an empty janitor’s closet while you muttered under your breath about his recklessness.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you had always been like this—drawn to fixing things, to soothing the ache in others, even when it hurt you in turn.

“You were always my favorite patient,” you admitted, turning your head to look at him again. He still had your hand pressed against his lips.

He exhaled slowly, and when he met your gaze, there was something lingering in his eyes. Something that made your stomach twist and your heart clench.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”

Another kiss—this time to the back of your hand, his breath featherlight against your skin.

Leehan lingered there, lips against your skin, like he was afraid to move, like this was something fragile that could shatter if he so much as breathed too hard. His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, as if grounding himself, and for the first time, you saw it—really saw it.

The way his eyes softened when they met yours. The way he always came to you, no matter how bruised and battered, no matter the hour or distance. The way he let himself melt under your touch, let himself be taken care of in a way you were sure he didn’t let anyone else.

He loved you.

And maybe—no, definitely—you had always loved him, too.

You weren’t sure who moved first, if it was you or him, but suddenly the space between you vanished. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and slow, mingling with yours in the stillness of the room. Your noses brushed, the barest hint of touch, but neither of you pulled away. 

You let your fingers slip from his just enough to trail along his wrist, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath your touch. Your hand traveled higher, skimming up his arm, over the curve of his shoulder, before settling against the side of his neck. He let you. He always let you.

Leehan swallowed, the movement shifting beneath your palm. His lips parted, but no words came. You could see it—the hesitation, the fear of breaking whatever fragile thing existed between you. 

“If I tell you something,” he whispered, voice unsteady, “will you promise not to run?”

Your throat felt tight. “Leehan…”

“Promise me.”

Your thumb brushed against the corner of his jaw, just barely tracing the line of his throat. “I promise.”

A shaky exhale. Then—

“I think I’ve loved you since the first time you pulled me into that abandoned janitor’s closet and shoved a crumpled up band-aid into my hands. ” He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. “Maybe even before that.”

Your chest ached.

Maybe it was the way he said it—like it had been sitting inside him for years, waiting, festering, like he’d carried this love in his bloodied knuckles and broken skin, in every glance and in every touch that lingered just a second too long.

Or maybe it was the way you had always felt it, too.

Leehan swallowed, his lips parting like he wanted to say something else, but you beat him to it.

“I love you.”

It slipped out, simple and certain, like breathing, like a truth you had always known but never dared to say.

His entire body went still.

And then—slowly, cautiously, like he was afraid you might disappear—he let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, his nose nudging yours. His fingers found your waist beneath the blankets, tentative, uncertain. His touch was barely there, but it burned all the same.

You felt, more than saw, the way his eyes softened.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

You smiled, your heart stammering in your chest.

“I love you.”

Leehan exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead harder against yours like he was trying to memorize the shape of you, the warmth of this moment. His hands—scarred and calloused, always rough, always bruised—cupped your face, thumbs brushing tenderly over your cheekbones.

“God,” he murmured, voice thick. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

And then, with all the gentleness in the world, he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t urgent—it was slow, careful, full of years of quiet longing and late-night patch-ups, of stolen glances and words left unsaid. He kissed you like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers, like you were something sacred, something he had no right to hold but was holding anyway.

When he pulled away, his lips were trembling against yours.

“You break my heart too, you know,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then let me be the one to mend yours,” you whispered back. “Just like I’ve mended your wounds since we were sixteen. And I promise, I always will.”

A breath.

A soft, breathless chuckle.

And then—Leehan’s lips found yours again, sealing the promise between you.

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stoner!bf leehan drabble...

♡, nsfw, stoner!leehan, drug use (mary jane 🍃), high sex, fingering, afab!reader, unprotected sex, cum eating, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess, slut, etc.), porn with little to no plot

🗒️: heavily inspired by a mark fanfic i read last year (i think?!), omg stoner!bnd has been on my mind so much... i wasnt sure if i shld do leehan or taesan for this!! might do a taesan ver ? 🫣 this was way longer than i intended i had sm fun writing this :33 took me like a week to finish this wtf? also i had no clue how to end this so ignore that awkward ending

by the time leehan had begun rolling a blunt for the two of you to enjoy, the hum of whatever show you and leehan were watching had already faded into the background as you watched leehan excitedly. sat in nothing but your panties and leehans oversided shirt you fiddled with the weed grinder until leehan announced he had finished rolling up.

"alright, all finished," he held up the joint smiling proudly, "want the first hit princess?" he smiled watching your face light up handing you the blunt and grabbing the lighter. you nodded moaning as you put the blunt between your lips and he lit it. leehans glossy eyes took in your pretty face as you took a long drag and the smoke surronded both of you.

a few hits later and you and leehan are starting to feel your highs kick in. meaningless conversations suddenly turned into a heavy and mindless makeout- both of you too high out your mind to think of anything besides each other. your mind is practically blank as you whimper into leehans mouth while he gripped on your thighs, only pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to take your shirt off while he admired you taking another long drag from the blunt before immediately going back to kissing you sloppily. "hows my girl so pretty? i need this pussy so bad..." he mumbled, not even giving you time to reply with a smart answer before he smashed his lips back onto yours, holding your waist as you grinded down onto his thigh.

"leehanie, give it t'me" you stumbled over your words feeling your eyes getting heavy as you struggled to take off your panties. "i gotchu baby..." he whispered contendedly as he helped you rid yourself of your underwear, only he moved too slow for you.

everything felt too slow for you. "l-leehan quicker! i really really reallyyy need it. cant wait!" knowing that your high was making you so needy, he laughed when you complained. once he had gotten your panties completely off and onto a now forgotten pile in the floor he dipped his finger in between your folds and teased your clit, causing you to let out a loud whimper begging him to speed up. leehan chuckled at your begs and whines slipping a finger in.

"i- i got you baby," leehan groaned listening to your whinpers as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your sobbing hole. using his free hand to pick up the joint, he held it between your lips watching you take a drag as he plunged his fingers into you, curling them up just right. you breathe out the smoke into his face just before you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, "o-oh leehan!" you squeal signaling to leehan how close you were.

"oh youre so pretty," leehan moaned watching you come undone on his fingers "fuck. all for me, fuck- all mine" he was so high out his mind he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants if he didnt just fuck you already. pulling his fingers out of you slowly and placing them into his mouth just to catch a taste of your fluids on his fingers, letting out a loud beautiful moan. you swore his moans sounded like the most beautiful music youve ever heard. you couldnt help but let out a moan at the sight and sound of him eating your cum which made him giggle.

his cute giggles completely contrasted the way he suddenly flipped you onto your back on the bed and ripped your shirt off, making you squeal happily. "baby- i need this pussy so bad," he moaned looking at your exposed body, "i need you so bad." you looked up into his red eyes with your gorgeous low red eyes biting your lip, almost swearing you were too dumb to speak at this point- letting your euphoria and neediness take over.

you watched as he fumbled with his sweatpants, hastily getting them off and pulling his hard leaking cock out, pumping it a few times. he looked down at you as you drooled at the sight, "leehan..." was all you could manage to whimper out before he pushed into you- raking a loud moan out of him from the feeling of your velvety walls which felt like heaven to him.

"baby- im not gonna be able to hold- im gonna go really quick, you can take it, i know it. cmon, youre always good for me. please i need this so bad." he was babbling now and he hadnt even started moving inside your fluttering walls. you giggled nodding up at your boyfriend, "i-i can take whatever you give me baby" you slur your words gripping onto the sheets in desperation.

the second you uttered those words he pounded into you, immediately finding your g-spot. even in his high euphoric state he still knew your body like the back of his back of his hand. the sound of fast paced wet skin slapping against each other and both your needy moans flooded the room.

leehan stared into your eyes as his body loomed over you, making you feel little under him. a mix of degradation and praises spilled out of leehans mouth, blabbers lf 'my stupid slut- doing so good,' 'you were made for me,' and more slurs of 'my pretty girl cant get enough of this dick- fuck.' flowed out of his mouth easily as you scratched his back, the sting from your nails only excited him and pushed him to slam into your cunt harder.

leehans roughened thrusts and the mixes of praise and degradtion that kept falling out his mouth made the knot in your stomach tighten, reaching for the closest thing to hold onto- being him- you clung onto his shoulders with screams falling out your mouth. "leehanie! im so close- god- fuck! im gonna cum!" leehan chuckled breathily as his thrusts became untimed and sloppy, signaling he was close too.

"cum for me baby- please- be my good girl n cum all on my cock." he panted feeling your walls flutter and clench around his length. you arched your back and rolled your eyes as you let your orgasm take over. watching you cum so hard pushed leehan over the edge- landing one final thrust right into your g-spot as he filled you up with white ropes of his cum.

leehan held you close for a minute, laying with you as you felt your orgasms wash over. you giggled looking at his disheveled hair and you moved his hair out of his face to see his pretty low red eyes making him blush.

[bonedo-enthusiast]

fanboy 𐂐◯𓇋 (mjh)

desc: fanboy!jaehyun drabble -- in which idol jaehyun has a crush on idol reader. 🤭

warnings: some fluff, mostly smut, stalker-ish(?)/intense crush, perv!jaehyun, idol!jaehyun, mc!jaehyun, voice kink, exhibitionism(?), degradation, clueless reader, idol!reader, fem-bodied!reader, mdni!! + lmk if i missed anything! <3

wc: 455

part two is here.

fanboy!jaehyun who is an idol too, so when he stands next to your group onstage, he has to force himself to not internally panic. 

fanboy!jaehyun who is teased by the other bnd members (especially taesan) about his crush on you.

fanboy!jaehyun who only becomes more infatuated by you as time goes on, his mind always finding its way back to you.

fanboy!jaehyun who accidentally discovers what fanfiction is when googling you, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

fanboy!jaehyun who then spends way too much time reading the filthiest stories about you on the internet, fully imagining that he was y/n in the stories. 

fanboy!jaehyun who replays the stories in his head as he jerks off watching one of your fancams. 

fanboy!jaehyun who cums to the sound of your voice in his ear, imagining what you would sound like as you told him how much of a slut he is. 

fanboy!jaehyun who then starts to get an erection every time he hears your voice.

fanboy!jaehyun who cannot look you in the eye as he introduces himself before you two film a tiktok dance challenge. 

fanboy!jaehyun who tries to not make it obvious that he is sniffing your perfume, memorizing the scent.

fanboy!jaehyun who later sees you applying it, then rushes to buy it.

fanboy!jaehyun who immediately sprays the perfume in the air as soon as it delivers and he starts jerking off furiously. 

fanboy!jaehyun who happens to walk by your dressing room when you’re promoting and when he notices you’re not inside, he goes in and locks the door behind him.

fanboy!jaehyun who (not so) innocently looks around, his eyes landing on your lacy black bra.

fanboy!jaehyun who immediately gets an erection and before he realizes what he’s doing, he pockets the bra and slips it inside his coat pocket.

fanboy!jaehyun who unzips his pants and pulls down his underwear before sitting on the chair in front of the mirror where you must have gotten your makeup and hair done. 

fanboy!jaehyun who bucks his hips up into his hand as he imagines you catching him and punishing him for being such a pervert. 

fanboy!jaehyun who cums all over the countertop, drops landing on the mirror too, framing his guilty face. 

fanboy!jaehyun who hurriedly cleans up his mess, wad upon wad of paper towels being thrown in the trash can. 

fanboy!jaehyun who, not even twenty minutes later, stands on stage next to you as he and the other mcs hand your group an award, you being none the wiser that your very recently lost bra is in the pocket of the man right beside you.

[winteringdream]

MY BOYFRIEND ! ──── kim woonhak

✩ ⋅ pairing. kim woonhak x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanona ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish ✩ ⋅ riwoo's version! | taesan’s version! | sungho's version | myungjae's version | leehan's version

BOYFRIEND WOONHAK WHO WOULD... brag about you to literally everyone.

You barely step into the café before Woonhak spots you, his face lighting up instantly. “There they are!” he announces, waving you over as his friends turn to look.

“Oh no,” you mutter under your breath, already bracing yourself.

Woonhak, completely oblivious to your embarassement, slings an arm around your shoulder the moment you reach him. “Guys, have I mentioned that they're the best? Like, actually the best? I don’t know how I got this lucky.”

His friends groan in unison. “You mention it every time.”

“And yet, it’s still not enough,” Woonhak declares proudly, grinning down at you. “Anyway, did I tell you they—”

You sigh, but you can’t help smiling as you nudge him. “Enough, Woon.”

“Never,” he replies, beaming.

BOYFRIEND WOONHAK WHO WOULD... pout if you didn’t give him enough attention, only to break into a huge smile the moment you look his way.

You’re sitting at your desk, completely focused on your work, when you feel a presence beside you. Ignoring it at first, you continue typing, until an exaggerated sigh sounds from beside you.

You glance up to find Woonhak standing there, arms crossed, lips pushed out in the biggest pout you’ve ever seen.

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve been ignoring me for exactly seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds,” he huffs.

You roll your eyes. “You’ll survive, I need to finish this before the deadline give me a few more minutes.”

Woonhak lets out another dramatic sigh, loudly flopping onto the couch. But the second you turn your chair toward him, his pout vanishes, replaced by a bright, cheeky grin.

“Knew that’d get your attention,” he says, throwing a pillow in your direction.

You shake your head, laughing, before catching the pillow. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me~” he sing-songs, winking.

BOYFRIEND WOONHAK WHO WOULD...never let you go to bed upset, staying up as long as it takes to talk things through and reassure you that everything is okay.

You sit on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself, staring at the floor. The room is quiet. Woonhak is next to you, his usual playful energy gone.

“Talk to me,” he says softly. No teasing, no jokes just him patiently waiting.

You shake your head, not because you don’t want to, but because you don’t what to say.

Woonhak shifts closer, his fingers brushing yours before he takes your hand fully. “I don’t care how long it takes,” he murmurs. “I just don’t want you to go to sleep feeling like this.”

You swallow and slowly exhale. “I just… I don’t like fighting with you.”

He squeezes your hand gently. “Me neither. But we’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Are you mad at me? Do you hate me?” you murmur, refusing to look him in the eye.

“What? Of course not” he replies, tilting his head until he makes eye contact with you. "I'm not mad at you and I don't hate you. Couples fight, that's normal. I still love you, no matter what."

You nod, and Woonhak pulls you into his arms, holding you close like he has all the time in the world.

BOYFRIEND WOONHAK WHO WOULD... insist on winning you plushies at the arcade, and if he failed, he’d dramatically accuse the machine of being rigged.

The claw hovers over the plushie, Woonhak’s eyes locked on it with intense focus. You hold your breath as he presses the button, watching the metal claws go down, grip the stuffed animal.

Woonhak stands frozen as the stuffed bear tumbles back into the pile. There’s a moment of silence before he turns to you, eyes wide with betrayal. “What was that? I had it!”

"Or maybe you’re just bad at it.” you snort.

He gasps, clutching his chest. “How dare you?” Then, he spins back to the machine, jabbing a finger at it. “This thing is rigged. There’s no way.”

You cross your arms, amused. “So you’re done?”

Woonhak scoffs. “Obviously not. Have you never seen that mining picture, babe. Our next turn might be it!” He steps aside and gestures grandly. “So now it’s your turn. But don’t worry, I’ll coach you.”

You give him a look. “Oh, so now I have to play?”

“Yes,” he says, completely serious. “We win together.”

And just like that, he’s holding you by your shoulders, muttering game strategies like this is the most important mission of your life.

BOYFRIEND WOONHAK WHO WOULD... send you the most ridiculous selfies whenever he is bored

Your phone buzzes, and without even looking, you already know who it is.

Opening the message, you’re greeted by a ridiculously close-up selfie. His face scrunched in a way that somehow makes his nose look huge, chin tucked in for maximum effect.

"thinking about you… but also about chicken nuggets. idk which one i love more"

You giggle, typing out a reply to his text.

"glad to know I rank as high as processed chicken"

Almost immediately, your phone dings again. This time, it’s a picture of him with dramatically wide eyes, one hand over his chest as if your words physically wounded him.

"you don’t get it you and nuggets are my entire world"

Rolling your eyes, you’re about to respond when another picture arrives. This time, it’s him sitting in what looks like a fast-food restaurant, two orders of nuggets in front of him.

"one box is for you. come claim your place in my heart."

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. He’s ridiculous. But you’re already grabbing your jacket.

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[beomev]

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, kim leehan

이한────𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘆

𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗻 x reader ⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 fluff, crack ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 here's a leehan version!! send me an ask or comment to be added to my taglist :D ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲