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Part 60 : Drunk or Possessed?

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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Impulsive

Pairing: Brian Kang x female reader

Genre: fluff / coffee shop au

Warnings: none

Word count: 1373

“What’s something you’ve never done before?”

Looking up from the toasted panini you were cutting in half, you frowned at your work friend Stacy. “What?”

Your other friend Zeke clapped his hands together and leaned forward. “Oooh! I like this concept. There’s plenty of things Y/N has never done.”

“Wasn’t this a generic question for us all?” you asked, slightly panicked at the way they were eying you now. You attempted a laugh. “What have you never done then?”

“I can’t think of anything,” Stacy responded with a shrug. “I’ve experimented with a lot of things.”

“So have I,” Zeke added on, shooting you a smirk. “Our Y/N here though…”

Looking between the pair, you gaped at them incredulously. “What? What about me?”

“Miss Routine that you are.”

“I’ve never seen you impulsive before. Everything is planned out, carefully thought about—”

“I like structure! And thinking about things before doing it means I save money and—”

“Eats the same panini every time we come here for lunch and grumbles when the table you like is taken. Face the facts, you do everything the same every time.”

You couldn’t refute it, looking down at your chicken cranberry panini, the same as you got last time you were here. You relaxed into the certainty of doing the same thing every time. You didn’t like surprises or change. Whatever you could keep the same in your daily and weekly rituals, you did.

It was out of habit, a necessity to your comfort levels.

Why were they pointing it out to you now?

Stacy cupped her chin in her palm. “Don’t you ever wish to do something out of the ordinary?”

“Not really, no.”

“Nothing major. That would be upsetting to you. But something different. Bold. Step out of the comfortable slipper life and stride through your day in heels or something,” Zeke suggested, animated as he imagined this strange version of yourself. You tried to follow his vision but soon scrunched up your nose.

“What’s the point?”

“You could be missing out on meeting someone new.”

Zeke nodded with a sly grin forming. “Or doing something about that crush of yours on Jason.”

“Ohhhh! Now there’s an idea.”

“No. No way!” you answered with a hasty shake of both your hands, warding off their merciless smiles. “Nuh-uh. I’m fine with it just being a healthy crush.”

“Of four years.”

“On a guy who’s never paid much attention to you.”

“Hey!” You held up the butter knife and pointed at them both, neither fazed at your choice of defence. “I didn’t know today was pick on Y/N day.”

“We’re not picking on you.”

Zeke reached out for your hand. “We want to see you shine. We love you, and we know routine means a lot to you. But you could do with shaking things up now and then.”

You didn’t want to admit his words stood out to you. Maybe you needed to just do something so entirely impulsive that you could hold up as a model for being capable of adapting to something out of the ordinary now and then. Glancing around the café you were eating lunch in, you caught the eye of another person seated across the shop from you. He smiled politely, and you looked at him, analysing.

He had to work in some type of professional position, given his neat green striped shirt and charcoal suit pants, the matching jacket folded over the adjacent chair. His dark hair was pushed away from his face, rich brown eyes now bemusedly catching your prolonged stare again. You blushed and darted your focus to the same-old sandwich you were eating at the same table, and suddenly were up on your feet before you acknowledged the reason.

“Did we push too far?” Stacy worried, glancing at your resolute stance, and over at Zeke who was equally at a loss. “We don’t mean to—”

“Never have I asked a stranger out in a random setting,” you told them before rounding the table and walking over.

Despite the amusement still etched in his handsome expression, you noticed the look of surprise in his eyes. “Hello?”

“Hi,” you said, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Brian,” he responded on instinct, slipping a warm palm against yours. “Can I help you, Y/N?”

“Yes. You see, my friends were just informing me how dull I am, and that I never do anything unexpected.”

Brian looked over at the table behind you but you couldn’t divert your attention from the situation. If you lost your resolve now, you’d stumble over your words and make an embarrassment out of yourself. Heck, you probably already were, but you couldn’t stop for a second to allow the thought to brew. The stranger’s gaze slipped back to yours and he canted his head to the side. “It appears you have their attention piqued.”

“And yours?”

He smiled easily. “It’s not every day a woman approaches me and tells me they’re dull.”

“I did say that didn’t I,” you murmured, feeling your safety barriers descend.

“That said, I am intrigued by your stepping over here. If this is you doing the unexpected, what’s my role in this?”

“You’re hot.”

He had lifted the iced drink on the table to his mouth as you blurted that out and spluttered the mouthful. “You’re really not holding back with your honesty,” he observed, reaching for his napkin to mop it all up.

“This is why I don’t do impulsive things,” you groaned, reaching out to help clean the mess.

“I’m not put off,” he assured you, cracking a grin. “So, I’m hot?”

“Now you’re fishing for more compliments?”

“I’m not opposed to receiving them,” he told you with a flash of his teeth. You laughed and sat in the chair he gestured for you to take. “Level of attraction aside, what does my appearance mean?”

“I told them I’ve never tried to pick up someone randomly before.”

“That’s evident.”

You cringed. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how badly am I doing?”

“A solid six. I’ve had worse.”

You scrunched your nose up, looking at him again. “Worse than some lady telling you’re hot and making you choke on your drink?”

“It’s a memorable meeting, Y/N.”

“I can’t tell if memorable is a good thing or not.” Brian checked his watch after it beeped and then looked back at you, crestfallen. You sighed. “Time’s already up?”

“I have to get to a meeting in twenty minutes,” he confirmed, reaching for his jacket.

You stood on shaky legs, unsure if you were mortified or not. Despite doing everything awkwardly, he wasn’t shooting you pitying smiles, and you didn’t wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole. That had to mean something, right?

“Well, thank you for humouring me.”

“Can I humour you some more?” he wondered, pulling out his phone and holding it out. You glanced at it and then at him, watching his lips curling into another smile. “It was the hot compliment that hooked me.”

“Of course, it was,” you replied with a laugh as you put in your number. Brian tapped out something, and you vaguely heard your phone chime over at the other table.

“I’ll text you to see where we can take this impulsive meeting?” Brian asked, and you nodded, farewelling him dazedly before walking back to your friends and taking a seat.

“Holy shit.”

“I cannot believe you just approached him and told him he was hot!” Zeke exclaimed and you buried your face in your hands and let out another groan.

“Never am I doing that again,” you admitted, fishing out your phone as it chimed again.

You opened the message from the unknown number on your screen, sitting up as you read it.

Hey, this is Brian.

I think you’re hot too. Text me a time to see if we can handle this heat together.

“Oh my God,” you breathed with a chuckle, fingers tapping out a reply. That was incredibly lame.

It wasn’t my best work. But I think you did well with doing something impulsive, Y/N.

Sitting back in your chair, you smiled. Brian was right. It hadn’t been all that bad after all.

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Worry

Younghyun x fem reader

Synopsis: Younghyun’s been facing insecurities he’s never had to before. And he doesn’t know how you’d react to them.

Genre: smut

1.2k words

Mention of insecurities in appearance, unhealthy diets, body image etc.

P.S. This was written more than two years ago when a lot of people were commenting on his appearance, and as someone who’s been through that, I wrote this from a place of understanding, not ridicule or patrony. Please don’t misunderstand!

You entered your and Younghyun’s shared apartment, quietly as per usual since it was 11 P.M. You set the keys and your backpack down and noticed the bedroom door was open - usually Younghyun’d have closed it and been asleep by now. Slowly, you peeped through the door, and found him shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror. His facial expression was... distraught, seemed to be a fitting word. You paled with worry, wondering what he was thinking about.

“Younghyun, what’s wrong?”

He met your eyes in the mirror, quickly putting on his shirt. “Oh, baby, I didn’t see you come. Nothing’s wrong...?” He turned to face you, as you walked over to him, smiling slightly. His hands found their usual place at your waist.

You put your hands on his shoulders, “What were you looking at? Why were you upset?” For the first time in quite a while, Younghyun didn’t look you in the eye. He murmured, “I just... look a little different from a few years ago. Worse.” he breathed quietly, “I was thinking about going back on that diet I did a while ago.”

You made sure not to show an adverse reaction that would hurt him, instead, you calmly replied, “Younghyun, there’s nothing wrong with gaining a few pounds. You look as good as you did before. And you know how extreme that diet was. I don’t want you to be unhealthy, please, okay?”

“You don’t understand, Y/N. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without thinking about what I should change.” 

Your heart ached. You truthfully felt that your boyfriend was being too hard on himself, but you knew that saying that wouldn’t help at all. Moving your hands up to his neck, and allowing your fingers to wander along his hair, you said, “I know you want to change for yourself more than for anyone else. But I love you, your body, as it is now. If you want, we can go to the gym together, but I don’t want you to drive yourself crazy with that diet. I won’t see you do that again.” 

Younghyun remained quiet. “Baby,” you said softly. “Please, look at me.”

His hands were still on your waist, but his demeanour was tense. He looked at you with a blank expression, and you almost cried at how helpless you felt. “I’m not saying it for the sake of it, or to make you feel better. I love your body. I love your arms, your stomach, your thighs, your beautiful hands,” you took his hands in yours and gave them a kiss, and held them there. “I hate seeing you upset with yourself, I wish you saw what I saw.” You’d never used such sincere words before, but you knew Younghyun was the only person towards whom you’d meant them so very much. 

You cautiously reached up to him to give him a kiss, and relaxed yourself when he reciprocated. You pushed him towards the couch in your bedroom so he could sit comfortably, and he obliged, his hands on your back to keep you from falling. You straddled him, guiding him instead of it being the other way around. You were determined to show him how you felt. 

His expression was more relaxed now, and you were relieved to see that worried look off his face. Your hands were cupping his face again, your eyes full of admiration. 

“I love you so much,” you whispered.

You began focusing your attention on his neck - you left soft, butterfly kisses along them, murmuring words of affection as you did so. Younghyun’s eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly; it had been a while since he let himself loose like this. “You always make me feel so loved, you should feel it too. I don’t deserve you. You’re so, so, perfect, Younghyun.” Your hands were fiddling with his hair as you lightly kissed his jawline.

His voice sounded strained as he murmured, “Fuck...”

“Shh, let me make you feel better.” You said, readjusting yourself so that you weren’t straddling him anymore, but kneeling down between his legs.

You touched his jeans, and looked at him. “Is this okay?” His eyes remained closed, and he nodded. “Yeah.”

You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and he helped you move them out of the way. Now you were looking at the outline of his dick in his boxers, and you tried to ignore your building arousal - tonight was about him. You palmed him a little first, watching his reactions, the way he sighed softly, how his hands grew slightly tense as you continued touching him. You pushed his thighs a little apart so you could be closer to him.

Before Younghyun felt annoyed instead of relieved, you freed him from his underwear, his dick wet with precum. You used it to stroke him, admiring the way he rested his head back and the view of his neck it gave you. “You’re so hot, I love when you fill me up, I love when you make me feel good.”

“Y/N...” he all but whispered, the frustration evident in his voice. You hoped he could trust the words you were saying.

You start with small licks to the tip of his dick, then taking it into your mouth little by little as you moved your head. Your hands kept busy with the places your mouth couldn’t reach. You could tell he wanted you to pick up the pace when his hand loosely gripped your hair, making you moan. The vibrations riled him up even more, and he began to guide you with the hand that held your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

After you hollowed your cheeks down his length a few times, making him let out sinfully gorgeous moans, Younghyun started to take over. He was a bit more rough with you, pushing you down on him faster. You tried your absolute best not to choke around him, taking him as well as you could. You knew he was letting out his pent up emotions on you, and you allowed it.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum...”

You responded the only way you could, which was a ‘mm’ that once again drove Younghyun crazy. It seemed to push him over the edge, and his grip in your hair loosened as you felt his warm cum down your throat. You stroked him lazily as you lifted your head. His hips jerked slightly at the overstimulation, and you removed your hand completely. 

“You okay, baby?” Your concern arose after you got off your knees and saw him with his head leaned back again, the most fucked-out expression on his face. You had no doubt you looked the same, maybe worse.

“Yeah, just - need a sec.”

When he opened his eyes, he gave you a lopsided smile and guided you to sit beside him, immediately pulling you close. “You’re amazing, I love you,” he said as he kissed your hair, but you were quick to change the subject. You put your hands on his chest and cuddled into him, saying, “I meant everything I said, Younghyun. Seriously. You don’t deserve to feel anything but amazing about yourself. You’re perfect. I swear.”

He was looking intently at you when you spoke, and gently cupped your face with his free hand when you were done. He pressed his forehead against yours. “Thank you for making me feel loved.” You almost cried from how much emotion his words held, and you couldn’t help but bury your head in his shoulder as you gave him a tight hug.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

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child’s first word is “appa”

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gf is sensitive around her time of the month

gf is a solo artist

gf is a capricorn

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it wasn’t bad at all

the best news

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young k

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wonpil

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not as planned

you never knew

[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

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When He Sings You To Sleep ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

The feeling of you shuffling made Sungjin turn too, immediately coming face to face with you. “You’re not still awake, are you?” He frowned, picking up on the fact that you’d been having a restless night.

Your head nodded as a pout formed in your expression, “I just wish there was something that would help me to sleep.”

“I could help,” Sungjin quickly suggested, an air of confidence in his voice. “What about if I sing to you for a little while? That always seems to help you fall asleep.”

“But you need to sleep too,” you retorted, only to quickly be shushed by Sungjin. The look in his eyes let you know how serious he was, desperate to try and help you sleep. “Only if you’re absolutely sure Sungjin.”

A faint hum came from him, “of course, you just close your eyes and let me do the rest.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you giggled as you made yourself comfortable once again, “sleeping isn’t quite that simple.”

“It is when I’m the one that’s singing to you Y/N.”

Young K:

Your eyes lit up as Younghyun agreed to sing for you as you made yourself comfortable in his lap. “The big decision now is what song you want me to sing for you,” he told you, not knowing your mind was already made up.

Your head turned so that you were looking up at Younghyun, “you know I love whenever you sing Fly Me To The Moon.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” he chuckled, reading you like a book. “Are you sure that you’re not bored of listening to me sing the same song to you over and over?”

“No way,” you smirked, popping each of the sounds whilst Younghyun placed his hand against your side. “There’s no way that I could ever get bored of listening to it, you and that song are the perfect combination.”

He couldn’t help but smile as Younghyun listened to you, “you need to close your eyes in that case.”

“I can do that,” you assured him, hurrying to close your eyes and make yourself comfy. “Now you need to start singing.”

“A singer needs time to warm up Y/N.”

Wonpil:

A soft smile formed on your face as you were woken by the sound of singing, your eyes slowly opening and looking to your left. “I can’t sing you to sleep if you’re awake,” Wonpil scolded as he noticed you.

Your smile turned up even more as you stirred, “why would I want to sleep when I could listen to you singing instead?”

“I’m only singing if you sleep, because I know you’re tired,” Wonpil told you, poking his tongue out at the same time too. “If you don’t close your eyes, we can sit in silence.”

“Since when were you so mean to me?” You chuckled back across to Wonpil, your voice groggy from how sleepy you were. “Why can’t you just sing to me to make me close my eyes and want to fall asleep?”

Wonpil’s head reluctantly nodded back at you, “as long as you promise to try and get some rest.”

“I promise,” you agreed with him, “but you can’t stop singing just because you think I’m asleep, you have to be sure.”

“I’ll make sure that I check you’re definitely asleep.”

Dowoon:

You looked dejectedly across at Dowoon as his head shook in rejection to your suggestion. “I’m not singing you to sleep, my singing voice is rubbish,” he protested, bringing a groan of frustration out of you.

You poked against his arm as his head started shaking, “I think you’ve got a great singing voice, no one else can hear us too.”

“What about if I hum?” Dowoon proposed instead, “or maybe I could just tap my hand against the side of the bed to give you a beat to fall asleep to instead?”

“I said I wanted you to sing me to sleep,” you swiftly reminded him, meeting his eyes with a firm gaze. “If I love your singing voice, what’s stopping you from singing? You know that I love listening to you too.”

Dowoon looked sceptically back to you, “you really think that it can help you to fall asleep?”

“I could not be surer,” you chimed, the smile on your face growing. “What do you say? Are you going to sing for me?”

“I guess seeing as you asked so nicely.”

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[smileyyoungchan]

Older - K.Y.H.

Young K x reader

Song: Older - 5 Seconds of Summer feat. Sierra Deaton

Genre: Angst? With some fluff in the end

Warning: none I guess, but let me know if I’ve missed something

Note: I love this man so much it physically hurts!! Help!!

I couldn’t sleep. Again.

I missed some arms holding me during the night. I missed his arms.

We decided to take a break, and I couldn’t even remember why, I just know that I missed him to death, but my stupid pride wouldn’t let me call him.

I missed waking up every single morning and seizing his silly face beside me; I missed holding his hand, that was too big compared to mine; I missed creating some imaginary constellations with the moles in his face, tracing the lines with my fingers, and him melting into the touch; I missed him walking around the house and starting to sing some random songs; I missed him.

Maybe staying in bed and continue to think wasn’t good enough. I grabbed my phone and walked to the living room, where I turned on the tv and watched some random things. Didn’t even bothered to check the name of the program, I wasn’t really interested anyway.

It was 3am, and in four hours I had to wake up. That’s cool.

The bell rang and destroyed the calm night.

Who the hell came at my house at 3am?

With a mix of worry and fear I walked to the door, expecting nothing but the worst.

I opened the door and in front of me the only man I’ve ever loved in my entire life, was waiting with a hint of agitation in his face.

“YoungHyun” I whispered, catching his attention.

“Hey - he started- I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you’re okay”

Why talking to him now kinda seemed off?

I wanted my YoungHyun back. The annoying boy who constantly teased me for everything, but also encouraged me to do all the things I was scared of; the boy who stole some food from my plate, cause he knew that would have made me mad; the boy I love.

“I’m okay” I simply said.

His hand was placed on the side of the door, and the other one was lazily laying o his side.

He was tired, I could have tell that.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

I needed to know he was doing okay, even if it was a lie, I needed him to say those words.

“Yeah, I guess” he chuckled.

It was a sad chuckle, not the cute one he always made.

“Well, then… see you around” he said after some moments of silence we spent looking into each others eyes.

I had a teacher, once, who tried to be funny and said to one my classmates, who didn’t knew the answer to a question he just made “if we keep staring at each other we will fall in love”, I literally hated that teacher, but every time I locked eyes with YoungHyun I thought that, maybe, he was right, cause every time I looked at him I was dragged, once again, in the whole of love for him.

“See ya”

‘Please don’t go’ my mind was screaming.

But he was walking down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

When he turned, following the stairs, and he faced me once again, he gave me a smile. God, I loved him so much.

I smiled back and once he disappeared I closed the door.

Great.

If my night was already sleepless now everything will be definitely worse.

Maybe some tea would have helped me calm my nerves.

I was about to walk to the kitchen when a serie of soft knocks from my door catch my attention.

It was him again.

“Sorry” he said as soon as I opened the door.

“Sorry? For what?”

‘I love you! You don’t have to be sorry for nothing!’ My mind wanted to scream to him.

“For what I’m going to saying, but I really need to take this out of my chest- he faced me and his eyes were kinda teary, and all I wanted to do was to hug him- Listen, I can’t continue like this. I need you, i seriously do. The boys all told me I don’t look the same, I can’t even sleep properly anymore. Even eating now kinda makes me sick, and you know how much I love to eat. Music is the only thing that makes me alive right now, but it’s just cause through my lyrics I can feel you again. You're my life, why can't I be yours?” With those final words he completely destroyed me.

Tears stared to run down my face, silently, and I knew it, but decided to ignore them. He was crying too, but when he noticed that I started as well, first, he dried some of my tears, using his thumb.

“that’s the problem, K - he smiled when I used his surname I always gave him - you are my life. I can’t even do anything without being reminded of you. I miss you so much and I can see that we have some things in common here, cause I can’t sleep either”

He reclutantly moved his hand to caress my face, and I didn’t tried to hold back.

“I’ve missed you to death” he whispered, coming closer.

Our eyes met and, as Pete Wentz once said, ‘totally back in love’.

“Can you, please, forgive me? I can’t do this without you anymore” he said, again, in a low tone.

I wasn’t able to form some words with a meaning, so I just nodded countless times.

“Please say it, I need to hear it”

“Yes, K, I forgive you”

He smiled and his face came closer to mine.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was a soft caress.

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Maybe?”

I couldn’t resist but laugh at his expression, cause he was just too cute.

“Of course you can”

He connected our lips and I could feel him smile.

“Now I have a request- I said, as soon as our lips parted - stay the night?” I held his hand, preventing him to go away.

He nodded and followed me inside the apartment we used to share.

I turned off the tv and we both walked to the bedroom.

“I missed this place” he said, laying flat on his back on the bed.

“This place missed you too” I sat beside him, just staring at his perfect face.

He noticed me staring and moved his hand to touch me, and let our hands interlock.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too, K”

He smiled.

I lay down next to him, facing him for a brief moment.

When we both decided to sleep I turned around and turned off the light, making myself comfortable.

YoungHyun, behind me, shuffled and came closer to me, placing his arm on my waist.

He placed a couple of kisses on the back of my neck, tickling me.

His hand was caressing my waist, and then the little bastard put his hand - his cold freezing hand- directly on my skin, moving my t-shirt.

“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hand?”

“But I’m cold” he says in the babies tone ever.

“You’re lucky I love you” I joked, and he laughed.

How much I’ve missed all of this.

[causeilikelix]

Welcome!/Masterlist

My name is Ellie and this is my side writing blog.  My main blog is chogiwa6192, so please consider following me there!  Felix from Stray Kids is my current ultimate bias and I have a MASSIVE novel that I’m currently writing and editing about him, so stay tuned for that!

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Bang Chan

The Taste of Blueberries

Minho

Nothing yet... 

Changbin

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During the Rainstorm- Masterlist  

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Felix

‘Cause I Like You - Masterlist

The Boy (and Girl) Next Door)

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Jeongin

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I mainly write for Stray Kids, Exo, and Day6 but hopefully this will be expanding soon! 

I write smut for everyone except Seungmin and Jeongin from SKZ because they’re way too young for me and I feel creepy writing for them.  

At the moment I am NOT taking requests but my inbox is ALWAYS open for soft and hard hours for any idols I write for, but I’ll happily fangirl with you about anyone! 

[glowonu]

idolverse; husband sungjin x pregnant reader

wc: 1.1k

themes: domestic fluff, sungjin with kids, slice of life

warnings: no plot lol, reader is pregnant, some italicised romanisation of korean

a/n: yo. this was the first longer thing i've written in ages but like. I couldn't think of a plot to write more of it so enjoy this domestic little fluff piece <3 (also... sungjin is such a dad omg)

“See you later Younghyun-ah,” Sungjin says as he opens the door to leave the studio, “Don’t overwork more than you have to!” 

YoungK chuckles without looking up. Despite the light way they interact, they both know that YoungK does have a tendency to work too much. Sungjin takes one last glance at YoungK, busy writing at his desk in the studio, before huffing out a chuckle at his bandmate’s behaviour. Almost 15 years on from their debut and still not much about YoungK’s work ethic has changed. 

One thing that has changed, at Sungjin’s relief, is that the hours are not as grueling. It’s not too late as he enters the elevator, heading down to the lobby of the company building. He can see the sun slowly disappear behind the horizon, and the clock reads only a few minutes past six. He smiles at the employees at the desks in the reception before checking out and adjusting his cap and mask. 

He heads past the street markets on his walk home, picking up a couple of punnets of strawberries, along with some spring onions and chives. His phone flashes with a message from you, his lockscreen proudly displaying a picture of you and his three angels, smiling and squeezing into the frame. Your message simply asks him how far away he is. He smiles fondly before typing a quick reply and getting on his way. 

“Annyeonghaseyo Appa!” Your kids chorus as he opens the door and toes off his shoes at the entrance to your apartment. He laughs as he gets overwhelmed with the children tackling him with hugs bigger than they are. 

You smile, eyes crinkling with laughter as he leans over the top of them to peck your cheek and to gently rub your pregnant belly. “Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier love,” Sungjin says to you gently. You shake your head with a gracious smile. 

“Kids, let your dad enter the house,” You say, directing the kids towards the living room. Sungjin smiles, shrugging off his long padding coat as they rush to the living room. He moves towards the kitchen bench, placing the plastic produce bags onto the island bench. 

After leading your youngest towards the living room and sitting her up on the couch with her siblings, you walk back to Sungjin. He places the punnets of strawberries into the fridge and grabs the frozen seafood mix from the freezer. You sit up at the bar carefully, having already started the rice cooker and set the table with side dishes Sungjin’s mother had delivered last week. 

You watch him as he roughly chops the chives and spring onions into two-inch pieces and mixes them together with the seafood and a thin batter. He looks up and smiles at you, the tiredness both present on your faces, yet the love and appreciation just as clear between the both of you. 

“How was your day?” You ask. He smiles as he seasons the batter for the jeon. 

“It wasn’t too bad, it just was unfortunate that we had that early morning meeting,” He chuckles as he mixes the batter. “Starting at seven after such a long time sucked, especially on cold days like today, but it was probably needed.” 

“Oh? Was the meeting just about the songs you’re writing for those other artists or..?” You reply, eyes trained on the bowl of chives. 

“Nah, the higher ups want us to start preparing an album for our fifteen year anniversary in September.” He says and you raise your eyebrows. 

“Has it already been fifteen years?” You say shocked, not only because of how quickly time has gone by, but also by how you somehow forgot such a milestone. 

Sungjin chuckles, “Yeah, somehow it feels like it's gone by so quick while also feeling like it's been so much longer,” He moves to the stove to turn the gas on, before putting some oil in the pan. “We’ll either re-record Sunrise and Moonrise, or finalise and release an album of unreleased tracks. We haven’t really decided yet.” 

You hum and the batter makes a satisfying sizzle sound as it hits the hot pan. You gaze at Sungjin, and as he cooks, you can see the stress on his face slowly dissipate. 

As the first one cooks he looks back at you, a relaxed smile on his face paired with tired eyes. “How was your day today?” He asks, chuckling as one of the twins clambers up to the fridge, flinging it open to grab the water jug before clumsily pouring himself a drink with the most focus a four year old could possibly have. 

You get up and put the jug away, closing the fridge as Sungjin checks on the jeon and Jihun runs back to the couch, the water in his cup somehow not spilling out the edges. “It was good, the twins had kindergarten this morning, and I took Jiyeong to the playground to play in the snow and did some shopping while they were there. It was nice,” You press a kiss to your husband’s cheek before grabbing the finished jeon as Sungjin starts cooking the next one. “I did some editing for that new client today after we got back as well,”  

“Oh, is this the historical fiction manuscript you were talking about the other day?” Sungjin asks, focused on his cooking. 

“Yeah, it's pretty interesting so far, the client seems to be quite talented with what I read today,” You reply as you look through the cluttered cutlery drawer before pulling out a pair of scissors to cut the jeon into bite-sized slices. 

Soon enough you have a couple of plates of the savoury pancake ready to take to the dining table. Sungjin gathers the children to the table, Jiyeong in his arms, with both Jihun and Jieun racing each other to the table. 

It's really just another evening at dinner, albeit probably quite late compared to most other family households. Jihun and Jieun chat cheerfully about their days, waving their chopsticks around in the air in excitement. Sungjin listens carefully, eyes bright with enthusiasm. You smile fondly at the sight as you cut the food into small pieces for Jiyeong, who’s focused on tapping her plastic spoon on the table of her high-chair and feeding herself the mixed rice with her small hand. 

In the midst of all the energy, Sungjin looks up at you and grins, so in love with you. It really is just another evening, but somehow, tonight, you look so vibrant. Your tired eyes framed with smile lines as you grin at Jiyeong as she babbles nonsensically about the snow at the playground and Pororo the little penguin. You catch his dopey grin, and you blush at his gaze before laughing bashfully. His smile softens before his attention is pulled back towards Jieun and her rant about the how they didn’t have all of the crayon colours at kindergarten today. 

[thealexalcala]

Part 59 : Fox prince gumiho

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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Once Upon a Time | Nine

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!oc  

genre: fluff, angst

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warning: a very short chapter

Since their father’s death, Dahee and Dowoon becomes closer than before as they have resolve all their conflict. 

The only problem that Dahee need to solve is, Younghyun.

The last time she met with him was during their last project presentation, the time she pushed him away from her.

Dahee tried contacted him in every types, let it be through phone calls, messages, emails, Dahee even goes to his own apartment but Younghyun still didn’t want to meet her.

She becomes more frantic looking for Younghyun when Dowoon told her that Younghyun will go back to Canada for some time. Dahee can’t let him go, well at least before she apologize to him after what she had done to him. 

So when the group knew when Younghyun gonna depart to Canada, they immediately told Dahee even though they knew he want to keep it secret from her—they can’t let the lovers separate with unsolved conflicts between them.

“Are you sure he gonna depart today?” Dahee nervously asked his brother who was driving the car to the airport.

“I’m 110% sure! Younghyun hyung told Sungjin hyung the other day he gonna depart today.” Dowoon replied as he glance over his sister at the side who can’t sit still at the seat.

“Then speed up. I don’t want miss seeing him, at least before he departs.” Dahee urges, tears threaten to spill thinking about not seeing Younghyun after he goes back to Canada.

As soon as Dowoon parked the car at the side, Dahee immediately get off the car and start running into the airport, looking the man she longed for.

Her heart wrenched in pain as she runs with all her might but no sight of Younghyun were seen.  The airport filled with crowds which makes her even harder to look for him.

“Younghyun where on earth are you? I’m so sorry” Dahee sobs, lowering her head as heavy tears falls on her rosy cheeks. Thousands of thoughts and memories runs through her mind right now as regrets felt all over her body.

Regrets for pushing him away.

Regrets for not accepting his efforts.

Regrets for not accepting his love.

Dahee’s sobs is overpowered by the loud speaker played for departing announcement throughout the airport.  As soon as the announcement made, countless of people made their way to the depart gate—passing by Dahee who is getting herself together, thinking she has lost Younghyun before she could do anything to fix between both of them.

Mustering her strength, Dahee wipes her tears off her eyes and cheeks as she turns around, walking away from her spot just now.

However, as Dahee took a few steps, she caught a familiar face that stares at her that made her track stop

It’s Younghyun, with his luggage at the side.

As if on switch, her tears once again rolled down her cheeks as she made way to Younghyun.

Dahee didn’t know if the tears is the happy tears because she found him or sad tears because he’s leaving her.

“Youn—” Dahee tries to speak to him as she stands in front of him

“What are you doing here?” Younghyun interrupts her—he didn’t miss out on how baffled Dahee is when he cuts her off.  He take a good look on her face—the face that he will miss later however, part of him still hurt from what she had done to him.

His words really stung right into her heart, it’s really hurt her when she heard Younghyun spat the words coldly but she just accept because she knows he hurts more from her actions.  Dahee gathered her courage and look up at him.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I know I—”

“I need to go now.” Younghyun said—he know, the longer he stay, the more complicated things would be

Once again, he cuts her off and he tries to walk away from Dahee but she caught his wrist, making the man stop in his tracks.

“Please, one minute then you can go.” Dahee softly said, eyes pleading with tears pooling at corner of her eyes, something that Younghyun couldn’t resist when his loved one insist to stay.

Willingly, Younghyun stays for her as Dahee let go of her grip on his wrist.

“Fine, you got one minute” Younghyun clear his throat as he fix his watch, looking at the time.

Dahee took a deep breathe “I know you’re tired hearing this but I’m really sorry for everything.  I’m sorry for pushing you away, for not trusting you.  Back then, I know I didn’t appreciate for what you had done to me, which is brings back Dowoon to me, I’m really sorry for that.” She said as Dahee looks at Younghyun who has his gazes unwavering when they made eye contact. 

Somehow, it makes Dahee shiver throughout her body.  It makes her hesistate to continue her words upon seeing his expressionless face but Dahee know she gonna miss the chance if she didn’t let out all of her feelings before Younghyun leave.  “And I’m sorry for not acknowledging my feelings towards you.  You showed to me abundant of loves but I didn’t appreciate it.  You did everything to me while I did nothing for you.  I know I deserve nothing but I just want to let you know that I finally realized that....I love you Younghyun.” Dahee confess, felt like time stopped and everything went silent at the moment despite they’re at the airport.

She tries to read Younghyun’s face but he keeps his expression straight as if he didn’t affected with Dahee’s words.

After examining her expression for awhile, Younghyun lets out a small scoff.

“Wow, I really hate you.” Younghyun reply, making Dahee’s heart broke once again.

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[chogiwa6192]

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Thank you!!

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for day6 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in these groups have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

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— oneshots

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➥ 7.4k; Sungjin is an incubus that hasn’t seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, thinking she can make a deal with him for power, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn’t make those kinds of deals. But that doesn’t mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right?

➥ 11.2k; Being cursed a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he’d been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her cottage in the woods?

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[enha-hype]

♪ song series ♪

hi! this is the first instalment in a series of oneshots i will be writing based on/inspired by a certain song. i recommend listening to the song once (even if you've already heard it) before you read it <3

#1 first time (song | song with lyrics)

pairing : choi san x gender neutral reader, ex bf!jung wooyoung x reader

genre : songfic, angst, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers

warnings : none

w.c. : 1.1k

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

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→ #2

Jung Wooyoung had been your first love. You two had dated for only about five months before things turned sour, but the impact those few months had on you was long-lasting. Of course, you had been in love with him long before you actually got together. And it didn't help that you were the only one who seemed to find it so hard to move on while he appeared perfectly happy.

It happened back when you were both in high school, so naturally you were both a bit immature and made mistakes. But the difference was that at the end of the day, you were always willing to learn from them and do better, because you loved him and really wanted it to work. He, on the other hand, never cared enough to try, and it made you feel like you weren't worth the effort.

It didn't seem to faze him at all when you finally ended things, which left you wondering if he ever even loved you in the first place. Because if he cared even half as much as you did, it shouldn't have been so easy for him to walk away, right? Then you would think back to the start of your relationship - the good times you had, the sweet things he did for you - and you would start questioning where it went wrong. Surely, he didn't just wake up one day and fall out of love? Something must have triggered it. You had been so sure you were destined to be together; you fit like two puzzle pieces. How exactly did you mess up? Then you would have to remind yourself that the onus wasn't just on you; it takes two to make any relationship work. You would remind yourself of all the things that had been wrong with the relationship, that you were better off without him. But love tends to blind you to those faults, doesn't it? And when a jarring alarm plunged you back into reality, it hurt all over again. But you couldn't help it, he had been your dream for so long that you had forgotten how to let go.

* * *

Choi San is your best friend. You shared a class on the first day of college where he made some snide comment about the racist professor, and you found it so funny that the sip of water you had just taken came spewing out of your nose. Needless to say, you two had been inseparable since then. Almost a whole year into your friendship, he confessed he had developed feelings for you. He knew that you didn't feel the same, and assured you he didn't expect anything of you. He just wanted to be honest about what he felt. You braced yourself for the end of your friendship - but surprisingly, it persevered. And so things went back to normal. Well, almost - you stopped talking to him about your lingering feelings for Wooyoung.

* * *

You don't know when exactly those feelings faded.

Graduation is in a few months and you can hardly believe it. You're at the park near your university where you've spent countless afternoons. A dozen more afternoons to go and you won't be able to do this anymore. You look over at San lying on the grass next to you, his eyes closed, his mouth turned upwards in a content smile. The sun on his cheeks. The soft breeze ruffling his hair. You find yourself smiling, too.

You don't know when these new feelings started making themselves known, either. Or what set them off, for that matter.

Maybe it was that time you called him in the middle of the night when the power was out. You hadn't expected him to answer even if he was somehow awake, because you had just had an argument that day and hadn't talked since. You didn't argue often but when you did, you both needed a bit of space for a day or two to sulk, before eventually talking it out and making up. So it hadn't even been a whole day since the fight, and if it weren't for the dark, and the thunderstorm roaring outside, and the nightmare you had just woken up crying from, you wouldn't even have called him but you did. Because he was the only person that came to mind. And he answered, like he always did. And that was the first time he sang to you. His voice felt like being kissed on the forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

Or maybe the time you showed him your plushie collection and he got so excited you couldn't handle how cute he was.

Or the time you got so worried when he missed class one day and he wouldn't answer any of your calls or texts and it turned out it was because he had to take a wounded kitten to the vet.

Or the time you cooked him his favourite meal for his birthday and he wouldn't stop boasting about it to everyone.

“What are you staring at?” the sound of his voice pulls you back to the present, and you realise your eyes have been glued to his face for who knows how long.

He arches an eyebrow at you, his soft smile stretching out into a teasing grin, and you could swear you feel butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies that you thought had long died, back in highschool.

“Nothing,”

He shakes his head, resuming his sun bath. You resume admiring his features.

This wasn't pity or gratitude, you were sure. You didn't know what this was yet but you knew it wasn't that. And you knew that whatever this was, it felt as warm and golden as the sunlight on your faces.

You lay down next to him, scooting a little closer than you usually would. If he notices this, he doesn't say anything. You try to think of the last time you thought about Wooyoung and find that surprisingly, you can't remember. And nor does it bother you. He is no longer the face that frequents your dreams, or the name that makes your heart do summersaults.

Your fingers softly graze San's. He doesn't respond at first, and you think he's fallen asleep. Then they twitch, just a little - hesitant, confused. Your fingertips caress the side of his hand every so lightly, and you link your little finger with his. There's a brief pause. Then he takes your hand in his, and you give it a tight squeeze. He squeezes back. All this, while the rest of your bodies lay motionless and your hearts race like the wings of a hummingbird. All this, while your eyes are closed and your giddy smiles light up your faces like the sun.

A passerby might not have noticed this little interaction. Even if they did, they wouldn't think much of it - just two friends fiddling around, or maybe a couple enjoying their date. But only the two of you would know the gravity of this moment. Only the two of you feel the silent shift in your relationship, of new dreams taking shape. A small step in the eyes of everyone else, a giant leap for the both of you.

[dearly-somber]

Fly Me To The Moon | kyh | day6

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 689

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Brian’s voice >>>

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 12th, 2020 @ 22:25

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:15

<LISTEN TO THE SONG HERE!>

It was dark, and you were outside in the town square, sitting on a chair as you busked with some strangers.

"Fly me to the moon," you sang, smiling at the boy grinning at you through the crowd, unable to help the charisma that showed while you sang the song.

Throughout the song, Younghyun was sure that he fell for you all over again, his eyes watching you fondly. He had met you through Jae, who had introduced you as 'my sister's best friend'. You were around Sungjin's age, and you absolutely adored their music.

You had also mentioned that Dowoon was your favorite, because he was the youngest and cute as hell. Brian hand't been to happy about that conversation.

You finished the song off beautifully, staring at Brian as you sang in a gorgeous honey-voice.

"I," You smiled at him softly.

"Love," You tilted your head cutely.

"You..." You winked at him with a grin, bowing as the people around started applauding your performance.

"Waaah. Noona, that was great!" Younghyun said, welcoming you back with a hug and kiss to your cheek.

You giggled, scrunching up your face as his lips touched your cheek before he pulled away, your arms wrapping around his torso.

"Thank you."

He smiled at you stupidly, taking your hand and leading you onto one of the carts that were driving around the place, asking the driver to take you back to your hotel.

You leaned against the back of the cart as Brian leaned against the car-railing, looking out at the brightly illuminated city that was full of life and buzzing with activity.

You smiled, leaning up and off of the back of the cart to give him a warm back hug, leaning your cheek against him and sighing contentedly.

"What? You can't be tired already, can you?" He asked playfully, turning around to wrap his arms around your waist, looking down at you lovingly.

You shook your head with a pout, leaning your chin on his chest. “Not at all. I just felt like giving the guy I like a hug."

He snickered, pecking your lips and pulling away with a shit eating grin. "I thought you loved me, noona?"

"Eat shit, you brat—" You huffed angrily at him, turning away with a pout.

“Noona wait, I was kidding!"

•••

You put the key to your hotel in the keyhole, unlocking the door with a giant koala clinging to you, his head nuzzled into your shoulder. You hung up the keys and lightly pushed Younghyun off to hang up your coat. He made sure to remove his coat, too, the turtleneck he was wearing showing just the tips of his fingers.

You had managed to kick off your shoes before Brian grabbed you again, his own shoes somewhere in the corner of the room. You tried to get him off as you started nearing the bed, huffing and puffing with your effort. You turned around suddenly, yelling at him tiredly before squealing as your knees hit the back of the bed, in turn making you loose your footing.

"오모!—" You grunted as you landed on your back, Younghyun hovering over you. He watched you with slowly dilating pupils. You chuckled, leaning up to kiss him slowly, pulling away just as you noticed him trying to deepen the kiss, making him chase after you hastily. He whined when you 'tsked' at him, smirking playfully when you pushed him off and moved further up the bed.

"Not now, Foxy. I'm tired." He pouted at you childishly, nevertheless getting in next to you and wrapping himself around you. He sighed comfortably, pressing his nose into the nook of your neck before softly singing the same song from the busking station to you. You closed your eyes blissfully, smiling as you heard him whisper: 'I, love, you...'

You turned around, kissing his nose and brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"I love you too, my little fox." He smiled at you, kissing you before making you nuzzle your head under his chin, playing with your hair until the two of you fell asleep.

[blu-joons]

When You Sleepily Lay Down In His Lap ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

A light chuckle escaped from you as a hand tickled against your waist, your eyes flickering up at Sungjin. “Did I tickle?” He innocently asked as he watched you.

Your eyes rolled at the knowing look that was on Sungjin’s face, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you can never just leave me to close my eyes.”

Sungjin’s shoulders shrugged as he continued to joke around with you, “I just thought you’d like for me to hold onto your waist, keep you still so you don’t fall off of my lap.”

“I won’t fall,” you chuckled, “I’m buried in nice and snug against your lap now.”

“Isn’t it better to just be sure Y/N?”

Your head shook back at Sungjin, “if you keep tickling me then you know that I’ll find a way to get you to pay for it, you’ll regret doing this.”

“You would never be able to get revenge on me,” Sungjin challenged, watching your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“Are you really willing to try me though Sungjin?”

“Maybe I’ll move my hand after all.”

Young K:

A slight hum came from you as fingers tangled in with your hair, tugging against you gently. “Sorry, sorry,” Youngkyun stuttered as he played with your hair.

A chuckle came from you as Youngkyun loosened his grip, twirling your hair around. “I thought you said that it would be cosy for me to lay in your lap?”

Youngkyun’s head shook as you messed with him in reply to his apology. “It is cosy, just when I’m careful with your hair. To be fair, it’s not my fault your hair is so much a mess.”

“Hey,” you gasped, “my hair is definitely not a mess, it’s just a little stressed.”

“Not now I’ve taken care of it though.”

You nodded in agreement with Youngkyun, “I guess laying in your lap has its perks, especially when you decide you want to play with my hair.”

“I was supposed to make you sleepy playing with your hair,” Youngkyun admitted, knowing his clumsiness hadn’t quite managed it.

“Maybe if you’re careful I can get some rest.”

“I promise I’ll be more careful now.”

Wonpil:

Your head shook as Wonpil’s hands tapped into his lap, encouraging you to lay down there. “You’re tired, come and lay in my lap so you can rest Y/N.”

You were still apprehensive as Wonpil took a hold of your hand, “I don’t want to get in your way by laying in your lap, you won’t be able to move your legs.”

As you continued to protest, Wonpil decided to take your hand and pull you down so that you were in his lap. “I wouldn’t offer to let you lay in my lap if I was bothered by it silly.”

“You could just be being nice,” you teased, “you might just feel bad for me.”

“I do feel bad that you’re feeling tired.”

You smiled up at Wonpil as you turned to be able to look up at him, “it’s just been a busy day at work, you should know, you have plenty of those too.”

“So, next time I have a busy day, does that mean that I can rest in your lap too?” He questioned, willing you to nod your head in reply.”

“How badly do you want me to agree to that?”

“Honestly, Y/N, you have no idea.”

Dowoon:

Your smile turned up even higher as an arm draped around your waist, glancing up you met the eyes of Dowoon straight away. “Are you comfortable there?”

Your head nodded straight away as you pulled Dowoon’s arm even tighter around your frame, “it’s always comfortable for me whenever I lay down in your lap.”

A nod of the head came from Dowoon as he continued to watch you closely, “are you sure that I can’t get you a cushion or something to rest your head on, make you even cosier?”

“Then I wouldn’t be laying in your lap,” you joked, “it would be a cushion.”

“You might hurt yourself in my lap.”

Your head shook in response to Dowoon, “if I’m uncomfortable then I promise that I’ll tell you so that you can look after me and cuddle me some more.”

“I don’t need you to be uncomfortable for me to cuddle you,” Dowoon assured you, deciding to snuggle down even closer to you.”

“I think that I could get pretty used to this.”

“I think that I could enjoy this too.”

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