#day6 x reader drabble

[smileyyoungchan]

Hi :)

I’m gonna start writing for NCT and TXT as well :)

Plus I have a potential big project coming up… we’ll see :)

[outofconcheol]

Tune In For Love (KSM x GN!Reader)

pairing: college radio host!Seungmin x co-host!reader

genres/au/rating: sfw, mostly fluff, the mildest of angst, idiots to lovers, pg

summary: When you and Seungmin come up with a crazy new idea for your radio show, a week of chaos and unspoken feelings unfolds. As you learn more about relationships, will the two of you tune in for love? Or decide to shut it down completely?

warnings: swearing, fake exes trope, a playlist of seungmin coded songs mentioned, stupid amounts of pining, mentions of relationship drama, they almost kiss, then they actually kiss, one mild (joking ) threat of violence, Jeongin being the best wingman ever, RAIN, Ningning, Joshua, Cheol, and Day6 all make cameos

word count: 2.8k

a/n: happy Seungmin day!! honestly this could have been a whole fic on its own but i'm happy with this cute little drabble! this draws some inspiration from the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon. our boy deserves all the love, i hope you enjoy!

“Okay everyone, this has been another week at The Sound FM, the university’s #1 radio station! ____ and Seungmin signing off!”

Your voice fades out to the tune of the hit that Seungmin had selected for the week, ears perking up at the rumble of the bass and the tick tick tick of the hi-hat. Another Day6 song. Congratulations this time. 

“When will you admit that you’re Day6’s number one fan?”

“When you admit that you’re their number two,” Seungmin adjusts his glasses, a devious smirk lighting up his face. 

(You were, but you would never give Seungmin the satisfaction.)

“That segment on how to deal with the stress of midterms turned out great! What should we do next?”

You fidget with your pen, tapping it against your notepad, twirling it around in your fingers, before moving to put it behind your ear–

Seungmin’s hands shoot out, fingers clasping around yours for a brief moment, and a shiver runs through you, despite the fact that it was sunny outside with not a cloud in sight.

“I had an idea, actually, well it’s not my idea, Jeongin brought it up..”

For however composed the two of you were on air, you turned into awkward rambling messes when the mics were off. It had always been like that though. You’d been hosting the show with Seungmin for the better part of a year and you still didn’t know why you felt shy around him, or why you’d barely progressed beyond simple acquaintances.

“There’s this girl that uh, he, yeah he wants to impress, so he was asking if our next segment could maybe have something to do with dating advice.” 

“That is sooo much better than the segment on recycling tips I was planning,” you nudge him, oblivious to the way his ears turn red.

“Oooh but what if we make it spicy you know? Like approach relationships from a different angle?”

“What angle?” Seungmin rubs at the back of his neck. “As far as I know, neither of us are in a relationship. I mean, right?”

“Right but no one else has to know that! What if we pretend that we’re exes, who broke up? Hindsight is always 20/20, people will eat that up!”

“I thought I was supposed to be the menace here,” Seungmin’s tone is deadpan but his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me Min,” you giggle. “So, what do you say we put your charm to good use?”

“You think I’m charming ___?” 

You miss the excitement in his tone, writing it off as enthusiasm for the whole absurdity of this plan.

“Who knows, Min! Maybe we’ll even find people! This is so exciting!”

Seungmin pauses briefly, a choked sound escaping his mouth, but you think you imagine it, watching him straighten and nod.

Laughter fills the studio as you bicker back and forth about what to include and how the next week would go. It was a risk, but you hoped it would pay off — both on the airwaves and maybe even for your stagnant love life. The possibilities were endless.

“Hello, and welcome to Tune in For Love! We are your hosts, ___ and Seungmin, and for the next week we’ll be tackling all your relationship questions and concerns!”

Your voice booms into the mic, echoing throughout the tiny studio, and you take a moment to mute yourself, heart pounding in your ears. Butterflies had begun to bubble up in your chest – you were really doing this.

“You ready for this?” Seungmin’s voice knocks you out of your daze, and you look over to see his lips twist into a lazy smile, running his fingers through his hair.

Fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip-flop?

You give him a shaky nod. It was probably just the rush of trying something new, so different from what you were used to. The simultaneous thrill and terror of dipping your toes into uncharted waters. 

Seungmin unmutes the mic, his softer, more melodious voice reverberating into the windscreen. He’d make a great singer, you think. Maybe for your next segment you could convince him to croon on air.

“We’re your resident experts on dating, whether it's still in the early stages of puppy love, the cool cruising of the honeymoon phase, or the bitter sting of love gone wrong. We have all your answers, right here, right now on The Sound FM!”

“Trust me, we’ve had experience with all of those,” you chuckle.

The story just falls off your tongue – a tumultuous end to a relationship that had never existed, one full of angst and heartbreak that even the finest writer couldn’t think of. Seungmin interrupts you spontaneously to respond to your dramatic anecdotes with dry quips of his, and you can’t believe it — you actually sound like a couple. A real couple.

“How was I supposed to know you were allergic to garlic? You let me take you to an Italian restaurant on the first date!”

“As my boyfriend, you should have asked my best friend about my allergies! That’s like standard dating protocol,” you shoot back, making sure to smile so that Seungmin knows you’re not serious.

“Noted, I’ll keep that in mind for the next relationship,” Seungmin grunts, the air becoming thick with a tension you can’t pinpoint.

Clearing your throat, your fingers hover over the buttons of the soundboard.

“How about we take some listener calls instead?”

The line crackles to life, a caller named Ningning groaning about how her girlfriend forget their anniversary and didn’t even apologize.

“It’s an honest mistake,” Seungmin mutters. 

“I don’t think so,” you counter, chewing your lip. “It’s important to be considerate of special moments like anniversaries, birthdays. It means you care. I mean Seungmin probably doesn’t even remember mine–”

“October 17th,” he interrupts you, and you go rigid. How did he even know?

I asked Jeongin, he mouths, and it only leaves you more confused. Why would he need to know that? It leaves you more embarrassed that you don’t know his exact day, only that it was sometime in September.  

Ningning rambles on, thanking you both for the added perspective and resolving to make things right with her girlfriend. You feel your heart warm at her determination, amazed at the effect that you and Seungmin had already managed to have on your listeners. 

Seungmin closes out the show, the easygoing and carefree chords of Polaroid Love ringing into the mic, and you think to yourself, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

As the sun sets, campus comes alive, buzzing with excitement. You glance out the window, watching students filter out of the library, walking towards the commons for a cup of coffee, or hugging outside their dorms. A deep pang of longing hits your gut, not sure whether its from watching them outside or the fact that you’re cramped here in the tiny studio, band posters all over the walls, and Seungmin is playing Love You For A Long Time, Maggie Rogers’ ethereal voice filling the space between you. 

“Had to ease you into our next listener call,” Seungmin grins into the mic. “This one is – ouch. It might hit home for some of us, I mean you all.”

“Hi, ___ and Seungmin? I’m Joshua, a senior. I’m calling because I have a dilemma – my best friend Seungcheol just started dating my ex, and I’m not sure how to feel. On one hand I wanna be happy for them, but on the other hand, I’m a mess. What would you do if you found out one of you was dating someone else?”

“Oh.” Seungmin breathes out, and he remains there, lips parted like he’s frozen. An awkward silence falls over the studio, and you’re sure Joshua is blinking on the other end of the line, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I’m not sure,” you shudder, thinking of the hypothetical situation. But it wasn’t so hypothetical. You and Seungmin were free to date people. There was nothing stopping you. But it still felt wrong somehow.

“I would give yourself some space, Joshua. Take time to confront your own feelings about this, and when you’re ready you can decide what to do. Let yourself heal first.”

“That’s a good answer,” Seungmin whispers, and you panic, muttering out a rushed goodbye before cutting the broadcast.

“Wow,” you sigh. “That was, I–, I guess I didn’t think of that when I suggested this.”

“Think of what?” Seungmin’s eyes glimmer with interest, and he leans in closer.

“How shit would get so deep? Like how would I actually react if that happened to me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Sometimes this feels almost like we’re not pretending,” Seungmin murmurs, a strained laugh escaping his throat, a mask for the change in his tone. 

You’re not sure what you want to say, but it feels like you should say something. The moment hangs heavy in between you two, and you don’t remember how Seungmin got so close, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Seungmin, I–” 

“You had a piece of hair in your face,” he responds, straightening up to stretch his arms. “It’s late, want me to grab you an americano?”

Shaking your head, you manage to muster up a weak response, telling him to go ahead without you. He nods slightly, before throwing his jacket on and slipping out the door, leaving you alone.

An unsettling dilemma dawns on you – this was supposed to be an act, but why did it feel so real?

“You know,” Jeongin’s loud chewing echoes in the dining hall, Seungmin bristling as he watches his friend stuff five french fries into his mouth at once. “I should revoke your roommate privileges for this stunt you pulled. I thought you were grumpy before, but breaking up with ____ has taken it to a whole new level.”

Seungmin scowls, cursing under his breath at Jeongin. Yanking his headphones out of his ears, the lamenting tune of These Days by Wallows cuts off abruptly. 

Outside the rain patters, echoing his stormy emotions. Over the course of the past week, his mood had felt like he was on the world’s most nausea-inducing roller coaster ride. The highs were the times he got to spend with you in the studio, cracking jokes and watching your eyes shine as the two of you came up with the next devious plot for the show. The lows were the knot in his stomach every time someone would call in with a question that hit a little too hard.

After this week, he was glad the show would end, and maybe you guys could go back to the way things were before. That easy, comfortable dynamic that always existed between you two.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin sees the way his eyes zone out, like he can read Seungmin’s mind. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking and it’s absolute bullshit. You’re in too deep, hyung.”

“I’ll fucking punch you,” Seungmin hisses. “What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just spill to ___ that this isn’t some game for me? That my feelings are real? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hyung–”

A gasp echoes from behind him, and Seungmin turns to see you behind him. Your lip trembles, and you lock eyes with him, a tear escaping the corner before you’re turning on your heels, running out of the dining hall. 

Seungmin stands there, frozen with the weight of what he’d just confessed, heart sinking to his shoes. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp jab to his arm, Jeongin’s fist colliding with it.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

The rain pelts the back of Seungmin’s neck as he runs, indifferent to the fact that he’s probably soaked to the bone, slipping and sliding along the cobblestone. He can make out your figure storming ahead furiously, like you can’t get away fast enough, and he speeds up, panic in his voice.

“___, wait! Please stop.”

His voice turns hoarse from all the yelling, and he’s about to give up, turn back in defeat (and go sock Jeongin cry into his friend’s shoulder), when you stop under a streetlight, your figure slumping. 

Seungmin is by your side in moments, not caring that he takes your hands in his, blowing on them to give you warmth.

“Y-you d-don’t even h-have an umbrella, w-what were y-you thinking?” he chatters, and he watches your lips turn up in a smile. But your eyes remain downcast.

“What about you?” you whisper, and Seungmin cocks his head, looking at you in confusion.

“I left my jacket in the dining hall with Jeongin—”

“No Seungmin, I mean what about you?” your voice croaks desperately. 

Seungmin takes a deep breath. There was no use in pretending anymore.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do,” he chokes out.

You take his hands in yours and Seungmin feels dizzy. The cold rain no longer bothers him, warmth filling his veins from the inside out.

“You think?” you sniffle.

“I know. I know I’ve been in love with you, since the day you walked into the studio and pitched your ideas for five-star dorm meals.”

“I really like your hands,” you blurt out, and Seungmin’s eyes widen in shock. That was not the response you’d been expecting.

“They’re warm when mine are always cold, I like the way they look when they’re holding a pencil, or when you bring me a cup of coffee. I like your voice too – the way you sing along to Day6 when you think no one is listening, or your annoying little laugh–”

“It is not annoying–”

You press a finger to his lips, and Seungmin thinks he might just evaporate. 

“Not now, Min. I’m trying to say something here. What I’m trying to say is that if there’s anything this whole week has taught me, it’s how much I like you. How much I want to have those crappy problems that everyone complains about with you, how much I want to celebrate birthdays with you, and anniversaries with you, and how I think I might collapse inside if I ever saw you with someone else—”

It’s Seungmin’s turn to interrupt you now,  cold lips colliding with yours, the initial shock replaced with heat. Your hands burrow into his hair and he draws you closer, hands weaving around your waist. The startled, frantic sounds of your breathing did nothing to help the pounding of his heart, and he wonders if you can hear it too. 

In this moment, Seungmin never wants to let go, holding you steady against him even when you part, your breath fanning in the cold air. 

“I just, I, needed to be honest. No more pretending.”

“No more pretending,” he smiles against your lips, nudging his nose against yours.

The wet slap of shoes against the pavement interrupts you both, turning to see the Jeongin behind you, Seungmin’s jacket in his arms. He takes in the sight of you two wrapped around each other, a smug grin lighting up his entire face.

“Hell yeah! It worked!”

“___ and Seungmin signing off, this is Tune in For Love on The Sound FM, and we’ve loved having you this week!”

The air in the studio buzzes with a different kind of excitement – the dreamy notes of Hypnotized by The Weston Estate filling up the room.

“Before we go, we have something to share with you–” your voice wobbles, and Seungmin reaches out immediately, squeezing your hand.

“Please send your email petitions in so our show doesn’t get canceled, but we’ve been faking it this whole time. We’re not actually exes.”

You can almost hear the collective gasp across campus, the soundboard going crazy as it lights up with calls.

“We are, as of yesterday, the happiest, and newest–, couple on campus,” Seungmin beams, his pride echoing through the mic and your heart lurches at how right it feels to be his.

You hit the answer button, the lines flooding with congratulations and well-wishes to the news.

“Congrats!” Ningning’s voice echoes. “I always thought you were the cutest together.”

“You make me want to find someone of my own now,” Joshua says in the background, and the studio fills with you and Seungmin’s laughter.

When the last call goes through, Jeongin gives you both a thumbs up, shutting off the soundboard. 

You turn to Seungmin, heart racing. 

“I can’t believe we actually did this,” he says,  half-laughing.

“Me neither,” you reply, a soft smile on his lips. “But I’m really glad we did. It feels… right, you know?”

“Thanks for being part of this with us,” he echoes through the airwaves, his voice sincere. “We’re excited to see what’s next—together. And while the show may be over, we hope you’ll still tune in for love every single week — no matter the topic.”

“Next – how to cook a five star meal worthy of any restaurant using just your dorm microwave…”

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[letsbangts]

to my love || jjk

⤷ summary: when you pen a letter to a beautiful love let go

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 0.5k

⟶ genre: angst, fluff?, exes au, break up au

⟶ warnings: none

↬ a/n: again a very old piece I polished up, here is a very short drabble. as always hope you enjoy & let me know what you think! angel xoxo

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To my love,

Everything I am about to say does not mean I want us to get back together. We still would not work; I am moving too many miles away from you. This letter is just me bringing up the past, all the memories of you that remain with me.

Huh. Where do I even begin? I will start with one of the things I appreciate the most about you. You never missed a single day to tell me that you loved me, from the moment we woke in the morning to before we went to sleep at night, you told me. I just wanted to let you know I remember that.

The way your round, dark brown, sparkly eyes looked at me. They always stared back at me with admiration, interest and love. When your sweet voice called out to me, sang me to sleep, and even just rang out a small laugh to light a spark in my day.

I know memories of me and us have probably just become something of the past. You most likely already moved on from those moments. Whatever I saw and experienced is all to be left alone now. But I wanted to let you know how much they meant to me, how much you meant to me.

Without missing a single moment, you always thought of me first.

Whether it was making sure I did not leave the house without a sweater because you knew I always get cold at night. Or how you would hold onto my hand so you would not lose me in the crowd, because I have a terrible sense of direction. The way you looked to see if I was wearing my seatbelt before you put on your own. Or how you made sure my first time was perfect.

Even when things were not your fault, you said sorry, like when the ice cream parlour we went to was out of my favourite flavour. There was no way it could have been your fault, but you still apologized the whole way home.

Thank you, I remember that.

You were beautiful.

Everything just—everything about you to me was just-

You were beautiful. You left the feeling of not wanting anything more. The moments that only you gave me. From the thoughtless pillow talk, the inside jokes that sent us into a childlike glee, to the earnest pep talks to push me to my fullest. Everything has passed, but Jungkook, you were so beautiful.

I still think of you sometimes. I heard that the choreography you created got used for a song, and it is all the talk right now. Congrats! I had wondered, “Should I call him?” There were a lot of times I thought that, but I know it’s already over.

No matter how much I want you, you are just a movie of the past, a beautiful motion picture that has already ended. I know that.

Even the last time your round, dark brown, sparkly eyes looked at me filled with tears and your angelic voice, the one that heartbrokenly said, “Goodbye, take care”.  

You were beautiful to me even then.  

The moments I had with you everything has passed.

But we were so beautiful.

Love, Y/N

[yodatzutzu]

i need somebody

(aespa Winter x Male Reader) ❄️pairing: Cheater! Idol! Winter x Cheated! Idol! Male Reader ❄️genre: angst ❄️w/c: 762 words ❄️warning: not proofread, some grammar mistakes maybe ❄️tags: lovers, betrayal, cheating occured ❄️a/n: Hello, this is Tzu! It's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction, I'm also new to Tumblr, so the formatting might be dank lol. This is just a short drabble I did, and hopefully I can make this into a series to show Y/N's past with Winter and how the heartbreak occurred. I suggest playing the song while you read to get into the feels, you know? :>

A melodic whistle was heard throughout the stadium as the lights slowly faded in a tone Winter was very familiar with, the spotlight focused on Y/N highlighting his sky blue guitar with a snowflake brooch pinned on the strap. The light then highlighted each member of the band. Y/N walked towards his microphone and started to sing his verse.

Hello geogi

Nugu eopsna

Where is

Y/N sang his lines with calmness and a pang of sadness, while strumming his guitar slowly to play the notes while closing his eyes trying to focus on their performance.

Naege daedap hana

Haejul nugunga

Is anyone there?

Y/N opens his eyes and scans the audience while slowly singing, his caramel eyes stopping at her. The same eyes he loved staring at, now gazes back at him with sadness and regret.

Sarajyeo jeomjeom sori eopsi

Naegeseo amu iyu eopsi

Hoksina jeonbuda chakgagin geonji

Kkumsogeseo seoroga seororeul boneun geonji

As Wonpil sings his part of the song, memories flashes through Winter’s mind playing back her mistakes and stupid decisions which caused her to be unfaithful to the one she truly loved.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Y/N continued to play his guitar even though a deep frown muzzles his face, reminiscing about his experiences on why he wrote this song while Young K sang the chorus beautifully.

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N continued the second part of the chorus while closing his eyes against the memories that flooded in because of Winter’s gaze. Slowly tears pooled in his eyes while he continued to sing melodically for the audience.

Hello amudo eopsnayo

Nareul badajul sarameun yeogi

Is anyone here?

Dagawa naege sori eopsi

Jabajwo amu iyu eopsi

Y/N sang his verse, the melody of his voice enchanting the whole stadium. Y/N’s voice is laced with sadness. Then Y/N whistled the familiar tone once again, that joyful tone that Winter taught him when they were trainees.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Young K and Sungjin harmonized through the chorus, their words flowing like a gentle stream making the audience in the stadium feel the raw emotions the song is conveying.

Ye chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Nae meorissoge ullineun siren

Hwaksilhi igeon anin deut hae

Chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Oh now I got to do something

All of Day6 then sang in unison while expertly playing their instruments. Wonpil and Young K are glancing at Y/N, knowing this song hits hard for him. Dowoon and Sungjin smile, offering support for their maknae. After Wonpil’s line, the bass and guitar faded out. Only the keyboard and drums remained.

Y/N let go of his guitar letting it hang on his body loosely and grasped the microphone tightly preparing to sing the last chorus of the song.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

He let himself feel all the emotions he bottled up over the last few months. The copious amount of emotions he’d let fester within him exploded as he belted out the lyrics. He traced the outline of the snowflake brooch on his guitar strap, a painful reminder of the person he loved with all his heart, the one who he wanted to grow old with, the one that betrayed him.

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

He then ripped it off suddenly causing the pin to break, and shattering the snowflake. Tears distorted his vision as he sang, showering his cheeks. All the instruments came back to life as if trying to show their support to Y/N.

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N’s head hung low, his hands grasping his microphone tightly, tears streaming down his face. His throat tightened, his voice breaking before singing the last line. 

The lights then slowly fade out, and Y/N’s composure suddenly crumbles causing him to break down in tears. Winter adopted a remorseful look, turning away from the sight of Y/N crumbling down on stage, while her eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free. The stadium applauded the band as they help Y/N walk to the backstage

She sighed deeply and shut her eyes letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks. She curses herself on why she did it, Why was she so stupid to cheat on him?

[gluion]

the perfect pair ➵ masterlist

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

general genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slow burn, slight angst, crack, fake relationships (you two pretend to be friends) sexual tension, smut aka porn with plot (just know sunwoo whines), esports team au specifically during valorant champions tour, misogynistic & sexist remarks and behaviors, drinking, pet names, bets are made, a lot of gamer lingo, one bed trope™, also probably wrong format and flow of vct but who gaf!

word count ➵ currently 10.5k words, expected to be 20-40k (sorry i cant help it + vct is pretty long)

playlist ➵ yuck by charli xcx // stop talking by day6 // constant repeat by charli xcx // happier than ever by billie eilish // take a hint by victoria justice & elizabeth gillies // jealous by nick jonas // useless by omar apollo // somebody else by the 1975 // and july by dean fy. heize // talk by beabadoobee // teeth by 5sos // motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat // i wanna be your slave by måneskin // cologne by beabadoobee // a little death by the neighbourhood // the perfect pair by beabadoobee // babydoll by dominic fike // bet u wanna by sabrina carpenter// not in the same way by 5sos // just friends by keshi // sugar by men i trust // disaster by conan grey // shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t by niki // it’s you by zayn // die for you by the weeknd ft. ariana grande // flash forward by le sserafim // plot twist by niki

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i made this masterlist post because i dont think tumblr will be able to handle all the parts i need to pump out :’) my headcanon of sunwoo being a shit gamer will forever live, but i’ll make an exception for this story <3 major shoutout to @shegotthewoobies for guiding me throughout the process <3 lots of love always to my val duo for life! do reblog and leave feedback!

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

guides

➵ the guide: “welcome to valorant.”

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

➵ the players: “wáchale güey, my crew is coming through.”

your official guide to the main characters of “the perfect pair” universe

official parts

➵ one: “ew, is that sunwoo over there? 저리 꺼져.”

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

➵ two: “okay kids, we’ve got company. pretend you all get along.”

➵ three: “sunwoo, we are the perfect pair.”

extras/drabbles

number and names of chapters are subject to change!

[p3achyt3acak3]

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I'm 23 years old, almost 24. My birthday is on the 27th of April. ✨️

I'm autistic, and I'm proud of that fact because it actually helps me with what I write in a way. I can be very descriptive and tend to overexplain, but I feel like that's what gives my fics, blurbs, and drabbles, life~!🧡

I Stan a lot of K-Pop groups, mainly Stray Kids and Ateez, but I also like a bunch of other groups, both boy groups and girl groups.

A list of groups I Stan: (Some may not be active anymore)

Boy Groups-

Stray Kids

Ateez

BTS

Day6

GOT7

Big Bang

TXT

Seventeen

XLOV

Shinee

2PM

BTOB

Plave

Girl Groups-

Twice

Itzy

Aespa

StayC

NMIXX

NiziU

BabyMonster

I may or may not add more to the list, I'm still exploring and broadening my horizons when it comes to K-Pop and shtuff. 🙌❤️

Please feel free to request anything. I really only write for Ateez and Stray Kids at the moment, but later on down the road, that may change. THERE WILL BE THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE.

I will make a list of things I will not write, but at a later time. It will be on a separate post that will be linked here when I get around to it.

For the most part, I will write anything and everything. That includes ships and the like. Members X Reader(fem or male, genderfluid or genderless)

My request box will stay open until I feel overwhelmed or need to catch up on requests in general! ✨️

I'd prefer if there were no minors on my page, because I will be writing smut and NSFW, so if you're a minor or ageless blog, you will be blocked from my page. I'm not encouraging it, but if you decide not to respect my wishes, at least do it quietly.

End Introduction~

[xinganhao]

ⓘ frequently asked questions.

put together a quick list of common asks i get, just to make things easier ✉️ my tag for answered asks is #── ᵎᵎ ✦ inbox. last updated: feb. 8, 2025.

what apps do you use?

i primarily use social maker; secondarily, social dummy. unfortunately, both apps are no longer on the app/play store. :( i've seen people use memi message as an alternative for texts + twinote for sns.

how do you do the instagram stories?

i go in depth on it here. the general gist is that i make a highlight on instagram -> rename the highlight to the 'username' i want -> add to the highlight & screenshot from there.

how do i read all of your work?

my masterlist is in my pinned tweet, but you can also check out the #── ᵎᵎ ✦ mine tag to scroll through my work without my answered asks, yapping, etc.

do you do taglists?

as of last update, no, i do not have a permanent taglist.

how do i know if/when requests are open?

i indicate on my pinned post whether requests are open or not. as i've mentioned in my guidelines, i don't consider requests sent while the requesting period is closed.

what types of requests are ok?

🟢 fluff, angst, crack/humor. established relationships, platonic relationships/friendships, poly relationships. a range of au's including non-idol, idol!reader, etc. boyfriend!svt, brother!svt, husband!svt. reqs based on songs, media (i.e. movies, series), tropes, or prompts. 🟡 smut/suggestive (can be difficult to translate in this format). cheating/infidelity, emotional hurt/comfort, themes of grief. reqs based on another author's body of work (unless they've explicitly stated they are okay with remixes/spin-offs). 🔴 abuse, age gaps, character death, emotional manipulation, gender swap, sa/sh/ed, terminal illnesses, yandere. reqs based on a different user's smau/text imagines.

why haven't you answered my ask for a certain request?

i'm still slowly but surely working through my inbox. sometimes, i'll time/schedule a release, which is why i may keep an ask as i consider how to execute it. i'm never intentionally unresponsive; there's just a lot of asks to work through and, again, i sometimes like to bide my time to ensure the quality of my work. there are also times where i simply do not have the inspiration for a certain request. i sometimes still keep an ask, just in case i might be inspired at a later date/time. otherwise, i make no promises on the fulfillment of any requests/prompts sent my way.

will [insert verse] have a part two?

sequels to any verse is always subject to inspiration. i don't mind getting asks/comments like this, if only because it gives me some idea of what people might want to see more of! but please understand that━ for the most part━ each piece of work should be able to stand on its own, unless otherwise stated.

can you give us more headcanons/drabbles for [insert verse]?

gladly! it's sometimes easier for me to come up with brief headcanons or drabbles for my work, and i love, love, love talking about most verses. if you have any questions or clarifications, my inbox is always open. i'm usually more open to these than making a full second 'part'.

what are your favorite tropes/alternate universes?

second chance romance/exes to lovers, enemies/rivals to lovers, first loves, slowburn, idiots in love. aus: soulmates, dystopias, college/university, sports, entertainment industry.

why don't you follow back?

xinganhao is a sideblog to @studioeisa.

are you filipino?

🫡 so feel free to interact with me in fil/eng! hehe.

who are your bias/es?

i ult hao (surprise, surprise), but my bias line includes vernon, jihoon, and soonyoung.

what other groups do you stan?

stray kids is my ult. i also follow day6, tomorrow x together, xdinary heroes, the boyz, and p1harmony. fun fact: i got into k-pop via yook sungjae of btob! (•ᴗ•,, )

[lemonietrinket]

Before the Sun Sets ||| Jae x Reader

Summary: The two of you were hopelessly in love, it was easy to tell for everyone—including the two of you. However neither of you had refused to act upon it, and though love may be powerful, there is always the possibility of it waning. Someone inevitably had to break, before the love did. And so it fell to the final afternoon for a difference to be made. 

Genre: Nervous fluff, some light angst, otherwise just fluff Warning(s): It’s a confession fic so expect saccharine nerves  Word Count: 2293 Song(s): Serenade - (Hoony Solo) Winner, Mist - Ateez, You Can Stay - Stray Kids

AN: A request from anon, I’m sorry it took so long! I wasn’t feeling a lot of creativity for a while and literally like started completely again after like several thousand words, so this one is a little bit shorter but I think much better in quality. Sort of inspired by this comeback’s teasers

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It was quiet, gently so, with the sun sending cascades of gold through the streets as it set after a relaxed day out at the beach. The rays grazed the pink hued clouds as the sky shone in radiant amber light, gracing you with a halo upon your seaswept hair while you skipped through the dappled shadows of the trees.

You were in reach—much like you had been the entire time, but Jae opted to place this worry aside for the sake of achieving success—to the point he could almost hear his future with you, your laughter whispering across the air. He’d never heard it so close before. It was if the gradually waning afternoon sun had brought it forward to him, to encourage the beating of his heart and the rising heat in his cheeks. He never blushed otherwise, after all.

It was time. For what exactly, Jae wasn’t sure. He had an idea, as this would be the perfect time to confess. But he couldn’t deny the lingering tones of an impending end. Sure, he was ready to practically burst, but it wasn’t that severe. He’d liked you for so long now, who could never imagine a world where he didn’t.

Mere steps away, that laughter was directed to his bandmate as he told you an animated story, his deep voice striving in intonation and octave. You shrieked when Dowoon shook his head, aging his voice for you so as to impersonate an elderly character and Jae sighed. He would never regret helping the youngest come out of his shell, not once, but he felt the pang in his chest as he realised just how happy he made you. He wanted to be the one. The only one.

He shook his head. Now was not time to lose hope or courage.

All he had to do was take a single long stride, ask you, and then he had the prime opportunity to open that loud mouth of his and admit the feelings he’d been having this whole time. The ones that threatened to cleave his heart in two so cleanly if they weren’t acted upon.

He levied himself, words spinning on the cogs of a machine in his head and formulating a sentence: it would only take one to get him started, it was all he needed.

Jae took the step, a deep breath passing through his lips, as his feet drew him close to you, then at your side, to where he wanted—no needed—to be. 

He found himself sandwiched between you and your arguably closest friend rather awkwardly, shoulders pressed in to accommodate for his intrusion. But as his eyes glanced up and caught sight of the block of flats where they called home, he tossed the nerves aside the best he could. Now was not the time for worry. 

Without a glance to Dowoon, something that he hoped would not be taken at all personally, he let his gaze fall onto you and your awe-striking features framed in the afternoon’s gold.

And with the nicest, suavest grin he figured he could ever pull, he let that one word he needed to let the others coalesce fall from his lips.

“Howdy.”

You didn’t take Jae’s sudden appearance at all negatively. Far from it: the sight of his face sent a rush through your veins more potent than any alcohol, leaving you briefly fuzzy in the head and a beam of your own rising to your cheeks.

Nothing could prepare you for many of his antics, as he always found a way to befuddle you with his sudden anecdotes and quote-worthy answers. This time, too, was no different.

As soon as he greeted you, your gently curved eyes widened in surprise as low giggles bubbled from your chest—as if the butterflies that resided there and rose to greet him were beginning to set themselves free. It didn’t help that Dowoon just behind his shoulder pulled an exaggerated expression in incredulosity, squished up to the walled fencing of the street. 

“Howdy,” you returned, meeting his gaze set all the way above you. It never stopped amazing you how easily he could make your laugh, or how hard it was to tear your eyes away from his charming smile—even if it, like this one, was a tad on the unnerving side.  You preferred to not think upon the slight delay you noticed in your actions.

“What can we do for you, Mr Park?”

“Hmm,” Jae thought for a while, heart pumping as he took the next step with ease, “I think it’s less of a plural and more of a singular scenario.”

It took a few moments to understand what he meant, you had to admit, but Dowoon was on the ball.  “Aish, you could just ask!” He pouted, though it was faux for the most part as he quickly settled back into a grin, falling back to harass talk to Sungjin instead.

At last the two of you were left in peace. However, that was only part of this step. He had to ask you the rest as of yet, and you were drawing closer to home.

“Ok, you kicked poor Dowoon out, so what are you after?” you enquired with a sly chuckle and folded arms. You weren’t mad at all—how could you be? The person who you who had captured your heart so easily and nonchalantly wanted to not only be alone with you, was in the process of doing so. 

Oh how you wished you didn’t drift across the pavement to give him space out of reflex. You wanted to stay as close to him as possible, to hold those fingers roughened by guitar strings between your own, let them bathe in the light of the slowly setting sun as you walked. But you couldn’t. Why? Your internal questioning wasn’t directed in the normal fashion, you were rather questioning your apparent cowardice. The excuses you had made all along whisked through your brain as you continued to stare at his crinkled fringe and plush lips that seemed more enticing than ever before.

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch the sun set, since it’s so nice out,” Jae explained, barely able to reciprocate your gaze. He leant in instead, daring to push you and himself one further, whispering, “And I stole the manager’s card so we can get extra snacks.”

You grinned, nibbling o the corner of your lip as you prayed to the heavens that no blush had risen significantly to your cheeks at his words. “I’m in, as long as you promise to hide them in my hiding spot this time.”

“Deal.”

The timing was very nearly off, your acceptance coming just before you had to turn to the main entrance, but fortune was on your side. You called over your shoulder, briefly instructing the others to not wait for you, you were just going to continue your walk and make the most of the weather.

“After all the weather forecast predicts rain tomorrow!”

“Yeah, severe storms! Awful! Floods in the streets!”

“Exactly! We may not see the sun for another week!”

It was was not true in the slightest, and the faces that were before you didn’t show a single sign of believing you—composed of mere nods and pressed smiles—and neither was it necessary, because as soon as your backs were turned, your four roommates immediately exchanged a knowing look, filled with a range of joy, relief and disdain.

But there you went nonetheless, making excuses for yourselves.

It didn’t matter for now, the focus was much more importantly upon the events that followed, as there was still much to go wrong. 

The two of you threaded through the streets leading further out of town, barely running into another soul as you found yourselves back by the beach, though this time at the top of the hills that curbed it in parts. 

The wind didn’t help you as you attempted to ease your fingers through your bedraggled locks, not that you really minded. You had decided to wash it upon your return home.

And so you let your thoughts swirl as they wished, following the lines of his shoulders and back beneath his loose shirt, wondering if you could ever trace them beneath your fingers in the real world. You let yourself be consumed by the daydreams of a plausible future that you longed for; waking up to his dishevelled hair resting upon a pillow beside yours, feeling him flush against you as he joking sat on your lap instead, hearing his voice sing and harmonise the most dreary of days, all the things that you’d done as close friends but this time could do as a couple. 

Partners. Lovers. Together. A future constantly bathed in golden sunrises and sunsets.

You felt like it was closer than ever now, but so were the nerves.  There was no doubt you loved him, and you were sure your affection was mutual but fear always kept you back.

It was at this moment that Jae came to a stop. You had reached an area free of underbrush and the odd dog-walker, with a clear view of the sun. Its belly was brushing the horizon as Jae settled his gangly limbs against the grass, and you very nearly forgot to join him after being distracted by the ombre shades that it cast upon the approaching clouds. 

“Don’t look at it for too long,” he advised once you’d joined him upon the hilltop.

You chuckled, glancing at the orb that gave you warmth, but returning to him. He was capable of giving you so much more. “It’s still unsafe to look at, I know.”

“Don’t want those eyes of yours getting hurt,” he iterated his own falling to the mildly prickly blades of green around him, “they’re too pretty for that.”

His final words had been mumbled, caught by the same slight breeze that made you drape your hands across your bare arms. 

Silence fell over the two of you once again, and it for a while appeared the same stalemate was going to occur once again. You both turned your attentions to the flourishing crimsons and encroaching indigo of the sky, wishing you could turn them toward the other and take in the beauty of their face instead. 

Upon the dimming light of the afternoon giving way to the evening and night, you felt something begin to tug at your heart, cold rippling across your skin.  You didn’t want to be cold.

Meanwhile Jae sat mute in a different way. He had expected to speak again right after he complimented you and then the words just tumbled away. He’d seen you turn your head to the horizon and he’d done the same. You were more insync than you’d perhaps first realised.  All while he stared absently at the arching flames of the sky, the true fire blazed in his heart, heat breaking through to his ears and leaving his heart pounding.  He didn’t want to be so hot.

You were so close, his hand right by yours in the grass. Neither of you had to move far to stretch across the centimetres of shadow and hold one another.

Nothing happened for the longest time. The wind played with the crests of the sea, the salt fell across the air and the small trees behind you rustled in hushed whispers. 

And then, with a flurry of emotion and energy, your hands jumped and clashed, knuckles meeting fingertips, and you turned to look at one another in the dying light. 

The two of you laughed at the accident, pulling away but not far. You pouted sheepishly, rubbing where the contact had been made. Until Jae once again bridged the gap, properly this time, and took your hurt hand into his.

He rubbed his course fingertips across the back of your palm tenderly, and though it was far from a serious injury you’d never thought you’d feel pain disappear so quickly.  He was so gentle with you, and his touch alone seeped warmth through your system. You wanted more.

The touch of your cool hand soothed his nerves too, and he felt the constriction lying on his chest lessen, able to finally open his lips at last.

You had wondered why he had been so quiet, as you never would have expected this moment to be done in silence. But the more you considered it, you wouldn’t change a thing.

He didn’t need to apologise here, the caress of his lips pressed against your hand as he kissed it apologised enough for him. Much like he neither needed to speak to comfort you, or confess to let you know he loved you. 

You knew mostly anyway, but his actions spoke larger than his smart words ever could.

You shifted across the grass and in an instant he embraced you in his warmth, his hands gripping at your shirt desperately as if you could slip away at any moment.

Nuzzling your nose into his neck, you breathed in his salt-tinged scent and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the chaste kisses you pressed there got your message across.

Soon he pulled apart from you, but only to take your cheeks into his hands and kiss you properly.  You melted into his lips, hands clutching to him and letting him seep into every corner of your being, while he was overcome with security. He finally had you, and he could sink into you just as he wanted to.

You exchanged no words as the sun finally fell beneath the horizon, but none were needed. The gold reflected you, and even though it faded into the deep evening, it would continue to shine for you.

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AN: idk what you guys think of my makeshift paragraph breaks, idk if theyre any good but until tumblr makes some proper ones fuk u tumbler theyre going to be what i use rather than dots (which make the formatting look a bit weird? imo?)

Masterlist

[nambamjun]

Skin Deep {optional bias}

Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gender neutral)

Genres: mutual pining, coworkers to something more, definitely gettin steamy

Warnings: small mention of no makeup insecurity

Word Count: 3.6K+

A/N: Back to writing and I've gotta say, pretty excited for this one, and it's definitely the longest post I've written so far. I would actually really appreciate a lil feedback to see where I am with writing so please do! Always love hearing from ya, hope y'all enjoy! <3

Another day, another city, and another concert over and done with. Working as a makeup artist was your dream, no doubt about it. It was your absolute privilege to be able to do what you do for a living. These days not many people were able to say that about their passion. It didn’t mean, though, that sometimes it wasn’t a little taxing. Touring around with world renowned artists tended to do that sometimes, especially when there were multiple of them that you had to take care of. But hey, when you decided to apply as an artist for a kpop group you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights. You couldn’t wait to get back to your room and shower, change into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and read for an hour or so before going to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Would you actually stop reading when you planned to?

Who knows. That was a problem for the future you to deal with.

You walked briskly down the hallway to the last room on the right hand side. It was next to the stairwell so there was a bit of noise that flowed through the wall every so often, but at this point in time you really didn’t give a damn. There was a shower in that room, with a bed, and your suitcase with your soft, warm bedtime clothing waiting for you. You swung your backpack off your shoulders and plopped it down on the floor, digging through the main compartment to get to your wallet. Any organization that you once had in that bag was gone after today, and your fingers finally found the small rectangular form nestled all the way down at the bottom. Figures.

You spoke to yourself to help urge your tired muscles to move again. Almost there… close bag, open wallet, take out keycard, swipe… swipe… Dear lord, why isn’t it turning green??? You swiped twice more and thankfully a green light flashed, accompanied by a satisfactory click. You turned the knob and pushed the door open, not even bothering to pick your bag up, just taking it by the handle and tossing it to the lower corner of your bed. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked across the room to the large floor to ceiling windows that faced beautifully outward into the city and swiped the heavy sand colored curtains shut. First on the agenda, a nice warm shower.

As quickly as possible you stripped while mentally applauding yourself for setting up everything earlier so that you could just hop in as soon as you got back. Sometimes, past me is a genius. You didn’t even bother to put some music on your phone and turn the volume up. It would be fine staying on the bed. The running water was beckoning and you couldn’t resist happily rushing through the door, climbing in, and slowly stepping under the rush of steaming warmth that had every single muscle in your body releasing the tension they had been building up since 7am. As far as you were concerned it was pure heaven.

In hindsight, you probably should have chosen to have your phone serenade you, or even just be in the bathroom on the counter of the sink. Six times during your mini rebirth the little device vibrated loudly against the blanket of your bed, the sharp tone accompanying it ringing out for a minute and a half before stopping, just to start up again in another thirty seconds. It was then you turned the water off and messily towel dried your hair, still taking your time to bask in the glow of one of the best showers you had ever taken. Your calm mindset was pierced, however, by the sound of your ringtone, and your brows furrowed as you hurried to slip on the plush hotel bathrobe and exit the fogged room. Just as you got within arms length of your device, the noises ceased. Of course. You picked it up and turned it on…

“Seven missed calls???” They were all from your manager… he never called you. Click… redial.

The connection tone rang out once, twice, three times, “Y/N!” Oh no, you were in trouble. Every muscle that had relaxed in that shower was instantly tense again.

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t get any of your calls, I was in the shower! Is everything okay?”

He sighed. “Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.” You didn’t even know that you were holding one of the largest breaths in your chest until he said that. You allowed yourself to breathe. “Did you forget you had one of our member’s phones?” Your mouth opened and your lips repeatedly mouthed obscenities over and over again as you rushed to open your bag once more.

“Yes sir, of course, I do still have it, uh” - you started to toss everything on the floor in your efforts - “okay, yes, I have it right here in my hand!” You held the phone triumphantly in front of your face.

“Thank you. I’m currently figuring out a few things for the next few days so I’m a bit tied up. Could I just text his roommate with your room number so that he can just swing by and pick it up himself?”

You answered automatically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

“Alright then. I’ll send him over. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Of course!” You rolled your eyes at yourself, you sounded like a broken record player. “Have a good night, sir!” After hearing the click of him hanging up you took the phone away from your ear. Sighing deeply, you resigned to the fact that your reading would have to be pushed off for the time being while you waited for him to knock. “Might as well get comfortable.” You shrugged the robe off and pulled the soft pajamas over your frame before going to hang the robe back in the bathroom. Pulling the blankets back, you climbed underneath them and yanked two of the pillows behind you so that you could sit up comfortably.

And there, you waited. You sighed and picked up your phone, starting to play a game that you hadn’t touched in what seemed like weeks, but getting bored quickly and just resigning yourself to scrolling through social media. And you waited, and waited. You looked at the digital alarm clock that sat atop the nightstand next to your bed, which read 10:32 in large, neon green type. Half an hour. Half a fucking hour. At this point you might not be able to fit in any reading time at all. You looked over at your book sitting at your feet and were tempted to just take it in hand and dive in, as you were supposed to a while ago. But you knew what would happen, the same thing that happened ever since elementary school, much to the chagrin of your parents - you would get beyond sucked in to the pages and then a nuclear bomb could go off next to your head and your brain wouldn’t even register that anything had happened at all. So that’s that. You would just have to sit there and stew in your anger.

Which you did. Another ten minutes rolled by before you heard a sudden rapping on your door. Throwing the covers aside and stomping over to the door, you tossed it open and threw a look of complete and utter exasperation at the man standing before you. “Hi,” he tentatively smiled and waved for a second before putting his hand down. “Were you waiting long…?”

“Waiting long?” Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot upward. “I’ve been sitting here for…” how long had it been exactly anyways, “forty four minutes!” His face fell along with his shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, I was taking a shower and my muscles ached from, ya know, earlier, and I lost track of time, and…” You blinked and your face straightened out, only now noticing his more than damp hair hanging in his face and comfortable clothes, made up of black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, with slippers over his socked feet. Immediately you hastily went to backtrack from how rude you had been to him.

“No, no, it’s okay. I, um… I did the same thing earlier when Manager Kim was trying to get a hold of me. I missed him calling like seven times, it was a whole thing.”

He perked up. “Oh that must have been fun.”

“You’re telling me.” The two of you relaxed and looked at each other for a second. On your part, what a mistake. You unknowingly let your eyes fix on his face, running over his eyes, nose, and then down to his lips. You got to see this almost every day, at least during shows and promotions. Normally his was the first face that you worked on, being ready before the other two you had to take care of, but you did try to keep it professional there. Skin tone, focus on his skin tone… Okay just a bit of this medium brown eyeshadow here, blend it out, keep blending… Of course, you two would inevitably talk. A comment here, a question of “so how’s your morning going,” there. You’d just have to constantly bring yourself back to work mode, you were at work, doing what your paid to do… to work. No no no don’t look into his eyes, look at his eyes. Do your work. Finally, though you would finish things up and all you had to do is take one more look, up and down. “Okay, all good!” It was almost as if you could start breathing again once you picked up your bags and moved aside to let the hair team have their turn with him. Then, as before, you’d go into work mode with the next member, although this time you wouldn’t have to try. Oh please be still, my beating heart, you would internally and sarcastically sigh to yourself. You really had to learn how to take control of that.

And yes, you really, really did. So much so that you didn’t realize your eyes had fixated on his bare face. His skin wasn’t perfect. It had it’s blemishes, some by now that you had memorized through and through. A freckle here and there, a tiny pimple that popped up on his right temple just under the hairline, some hyperpigmentation around his nose and eyes and forehead. You weren’t the only person who could see him like this but probably one of the only ones who could on the regular, even if it was only for a short period of time before you got to work. Seeing him now, though, showered and relaxed and… he was himself. Not who he had to be for the cameras, the fans, or even the other members. He was just… him. And unbeknownst to you your eyes were doing a wonderful job of taking in a long drink of his natural beauty.

That is, until you heard him clear his throat. Your eyes snapped to attention and immediately you could feel your cheeks and ears heating with the flame of a thousand suns. “Sorry, um, I’m just tired. Here,” you walked back into your room and towards the other side of your bed to grab his phone. You didn’t even hear the door shut as you sifted through the rumpled bed spread, your fingers poking around and finding that it had somehow landed between the blanket and sheet. Pulling it out you turned around sharply with your hand holding it up and bumped right into his chest. Both of you stumbled back from one another a step and blurted out apologies before falling silent, both pairs of eyes looking anywhere but at the person standing before them.

“You okay,” he quickly asked. His voice sounded a little dry, but honestly you were just too embarrassed to really take note of it, along with the fact that his face matched yours in being as red as a sunbathing lobster in the middle of summer.

“Yeah, I’m cool, um, here,” you held the phone out in front of you for him to take, clearing your throat. At least your makeup would cover the red on your face. Wait. I TOOK A SHOWER. Your free hand went to cover the lower half of your face out of pure instinct. “Oh sorry about that, I didn’t even realize-”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He brought his hand up and took the phone from you, his fingers grazing yours for an instant. “Your hands are cold.” You allowed your eyes to flick up and meet his own, and you think that was a mistake considering now you can’t take them away. It’s as if he had locked them.

“Yeah they kind of get like that, it’s fine.” You tried to keep your voice steady but half way through your affirmations it betrayed you and broke down to a whisper.

“I know, they always are… when, you know… makeup.”

You hummed, not even trusting yourself to say a simple “ah”. His hand lowered and put his phone back on your bed but you still couldn’t rip your eyes from his. Not when his hand fell back down to his side, not when he softly took one step towards you, or another, not even when you took a step backward, bumping into the nightstand. He noticed your move and stopped. “Can I…?” His voice was now no louder than halfway between a whisper and mutter. And he stayed where he was.

He stopped, because you stepped back. You felt your head slightly nodding, eyes still glued to him, even when he began moving towards you again in slow, careful steps. It somehow seemed like both an eternity and only an instant before he was standing right in front of you, close enough for you to lift your hand only a few inches and touch his side. You could feel his breath fan over your face and your eyes finally broke from his as his hands softly touched your wrists. He was so close…

“You’re so beautiful.” Your wide eyes flew back to his face and you blinked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and his hands lightly brushed up your arms, and as they rested on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and running his thumbs under your eyes, you felt your hands move of their own accord and grip the sided of his hoodie.

“You…” the word squeaked out and fell short, you were speechless. You couldn’t make sense of any of this in your head, confused at exactly what the hell was happening. Had you fallen asleep waiting for him to get here? That could’ve definitely happened, right? “Is this a dream?”

His eyes narrowed with a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and whispered out the word “no”. God, you wanted to feel them. Taste them. His face got ever so closer to yours and now it was clear that there was only one thing either one of you wanted to do, but your brain set off an alarm. You looked back into his eyes. “We probably shouldn’t…” He looked back at you.

“Probably not.” You could almost feel his lips forming those words, all you had to do was push forward less than an inch. And then-

“Because work…” you almost kicked yourself, but you didn’t even have to. Your hands betrayed your words by falling flat against his waist and resting there.

“Yeah… it um…” he swallowed and his tongue darted out over his lips, his hands starting to leave your face and your brain shouted out that no, that’s not what you really wanted.

But he was an idol. Dating ban or not, work relationships could get messy. That’s if he wanted a relationship. What if this was all just… chemicals? Or hormones, or really just the excitement of it all. You two definitely shouldn’t.

His eyes flickered down to your lips once, twice more. He sighed heavily and all he could think of to mutter were three words.

“Oh, fuck it.”

His lips were on yours. His hands moved to the back of your head and neck and they were holding your face so close it was almost crushing you, but that was nothing. That didn’t matter. It was as if he had been under water and your lips were his salvation, the first gulps of air that he needed so desperately. All of your senses were screaming and you couldn’t believe what was happening. He was kissing you. His lips were pushing and caressing at yours and you were kissing him back, your hands sliding up to land on his chest and grip his shirt to pull him closer, you needed him closer. He allowed his hands to fall and his arms circled your waist to do just that and your arms looped around his neck. You could taste his lips and feel his embrace. The smell of him seemed to envelop you, working its way into your nose through rushed inhales and intoxicating you, almost overwhelming you, as if every single nerve in your body was on fire. Flames that melted you into him and then finally consumed you until he was the only thing that remained. You barely registered as he started to turn you, your feet shuffling with his, and your lips disconnected just enough for him to lightly push you back. You allowed your body to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed with the rumpled up covers but only for an instant before slightly pushing yourself up to reconnect with his lips, as if you were addicted to their dance, and he followed you back down as he climbed onto the bed after you. His hand slid under your waist and picked you up just enough to help move you more onto the mattress as his body followed. Wherever you would have gone, he would go. In that moment he would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but then again, he had been that way for a while now.

He had been just as hungry for this. Every early morning he would try to not stare at your masked face and imagine your lips underneath the thin fabric. He would picture them, parted slightly as you concentrated on doing your job, which you always did perfectly. Every time you touched up his makeup between sets, maybe adding something if the next outfit called for it. The adrenaline in his system from performing made him not want to care about the makeup, just drag you into his arms and tug the mask down and… He doesn’t know where he got the guts to actually kiss you. But with the way you were sucking on his lips and desperately pulling him closer, shit, he’s glad he did.

His arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, and your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling the soft strands and tugging. You heard a deep moan emanate from his chest and he kissed you harder, sliding his tongue across your lip and tilting his head as you opened your lips wider, allowing him in. As his tongue overtook yours you let out a small whimper, again, wanting to somehow be closer than you two already were. Bodies flush together, moving and complementing one another, the kisses grew more urgent, and his lips left yours, but only to trail his love down to your neck. As he let his tongue run over your skin he lightly sucked and you had to call on every single ounce of willpower you had to to quietly call out his name. He stopped and took his face away, breathing into your cheek, and you knew that he knew. He couldn’t leave any trace of this. No matter how badly he wanted to. Neither of you could. You guided his face back to you and kissed him once more, less hurried than before, and in that moment you tried to pour every single emotion that you were feeling into his lips.

Your faces grew apart and you got the guts to look into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were blown out probably just as much as yours. Your eyes fell shut and you let your head rest against the bed, trying to control your breathing. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing. You wanted it to be more than that, and more than just kisses and bodies touching. You wanted that so badly. What if he didn’t? Your lips opened and you inhaled to ask, but your breath fell short as you felt him tilt his head up and press a kiss softly to your forehead. And then slowly he shifted and placed one on your left cheek, then the right, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then one last one back to your lips. Your heart all but exploded and somehow you just knew that he felt the same way you did. That this was more than just skin deep.

“Hey,” he whispered. Your eyes opened and met with his. “We’ll figure something out. Okay?” Your smile pushed to your eyes and there was only one response you could come up with.

“Okay.”

[ctto-becauseimunoriginal]

[01:25]

pairing: professor! juyeon x student! gn reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: suggestive, food, one swear word

a/n: this is not proofread, wrote this while thinking of this juyeon

masterlist

you were always the student who only had eyes on your grades, no time for love, little time for friends, but more time to yourself and your books.

every morning you come to class not too early but also never late, different from your usual busy-taking-notes-during-class demeanor, you would always come into class with earphones in both ears, plopping down onto your seat and laying your head on its usual spot, onto your crossed arms on the table. trying to take in as much of sleep-mode of what’s possible before you start another pen-wrecking day. if a new student would see you act your part every morning, they would think you’re one of the rebellious kids, only coming to school to sleep. but, that quickly changes as your professor enters the classroom, your desk already cluttered with opened notebooks, a book, and pens you switch ever so often whenever one decides to die on you.

well, that was the case a week ago

now, you’re currently in the kitchen of the rented private beachside villa your class decided to spend the weekend in and taking out a bunch of beer bottles from the fridge. trying to fit as many beer necks as you can in between your fingers, walking out to the gazebo you probably look like edward scissorhands but beer bottles in place of the scissors. carefully placing them on the oversized dining table that seem to stretch for meters long, you arrange them in a way that you can fit more bottles onto the already crowded-with-food-that-would-last-you-two-months table. making a bee line back inside to the kitchen you grab more beer bottles and replay what you just did.

a month ago, your classmates decided it would be nice if the whole class could go on a vacation together, call it a team building program if anyone else from school asks, to which the whole class agreed to, surprisingly, you did too. not only did it shock you when you realized what you voluntarily just did without second-thoughts, it also shocked your professor, the one that handled your class, who you, as a smart but definitely not dense one, know has been eyeing you a lot lately. maybe it was because of the dark eye bags that gradually turns darker every week that passes.

so here you are, sitting under the gazebo chattering and talking to the other girls in your class that were also in charge of food duties along with you, as the others clutter themselves around the gazebo doing their duties, hanging through the ceiling several soft white lights, some boys and your professor trying to figure out how to start the karaoke machine, while others took the initiative to forget their duties and go straight towards the sea ever since they arrived.

***

maybe it was because you had far too much vodka-induced fruit punches for one sitting or maybe it’s that fighting the beer you downed earlier, but one thing is for sure, you were not feeling all too well.

maybe a cupcake will help.

slowly you took off the paper wrapper that held it together, and eyeing it with a sour expression, suddenly it doesn’t look all-too appetizing.

handing it over to the boy seated right beside you he gladly opened up accepting you offer, feeding him a mouthful of the cupcake. more like…

forced a whole cupcake in his mouth and down his throat.

you then stood up excusing yourself out of the dinner table and made a bee line towards the entrance to the kitchen, kind of like it’s an entry and/or exit way exclusive just for you.

going straight to the room that you’re staying in along with 5 other classmates from your class, you softly knocked on the wooden door to make your presence known just in case there were people having sexy time in there and definitely does not want uninvited guests over.

you slowly pushed the door open and peeking your head in first from the gap when you received no response. making another beeline towards your bed at the far corner of the room you reached for your bag and fished for your phone, expecting a missed call or two from no one in particular, just maybe a missed call or a single text.

your parents never really worried whenever you are out, instead, they’re thankful whenever you’re out, always complaining at how you’re always in your room and only bothering to come out when it’s time to eat or when you use the bathroom if it’s not to go to school.

your phone in hand, you see nothing but your lockscreen wallpaper with the time and date stamped on top along with the little icons at the bottom.

disappointed but not surprised

you threw it on your bed already feeling bored as the feeling of uneasiness from earlier subsided and eventually disappeared. crouching down at the foot of your bed, fingers raking through your hair to grab a fistful trying to make the gears work and think of something fun to past the time.

a sudden knock on the door disturbs your train of thought, still racking your head for what to answer to a knock, it caught you by surprise to see your prof’s head peek through the opened door before letting himself in and closing the door in the process.

tonight, your professor didn’t seem like a professor to you, he seemed more like a classmate. most probably because of how he dressed tonight, a tucked in simple white button up but ironically at least half of the buttons from the top are left unbuttoned, enough to show off his low-dangling necklace that sits perfectly in the center of his upper chest, of course that means his chest is almost fully revealed. your eyes trailed down to his sleeves, neatly rolled up unto his elbows giving a show of his veiny arms and stopping at his long fingers where several silver rings sat.

you thought it would stop there just because i said ‘stopping at his fingers’? oh, no

you took the initiative to scan your eyes further down past his suddenly fascinating black belt, his bulge his muscular thighs and long legs down to his drastically-different-accessory to his up-kept beach outfit, slides.

your professor didn’t graduate with a degree for nothing, he caught you eyeing him up and down with hazy hooded-eyes looking like you’re about to jump unto him, legs around his waist, arms around his neck, fingers laced in his hair and making out with him in the empty room. fall asleep on the floor with how fucked out hot you looked.

realizing that you were checking out your professor head to toe just now, you snapped back to reality and more importantly back on your feet standing straight to greet him properly. offering a hi, moreover hating how small and shy your hi sounded just now. hoping he’ll buy the ‘blushing because of alcohol’ act you bite the insides of your cheeks hoping he wont conclude you’re blushing because you were checking him out.

he returns a ‘hey’ back at you, but this time with a cheeky smile that definitely shows he knows something, and you also definitely know something. tension starting to rise in the air, you cleared your throat and decided to strike up a conversation, ignoring how you saw him by the corner of your eye checking you up and down the same way you did earlier.

“did you need something from here?” you start of slow, trying your best not to make your voice shake as you speak.

“nothing really, i was just checking up on you. you didn’t look all too well checking out that cupcake in your hand” he lets out a soft laugh reminiscing your face of disgust as you eyed the poor dessert.

“o-oh! don’t worry about that, i’m fine i was just a little oozy earlier” you stammered struggling to let the words out.

“must be the stench of alcohol in the air… are you sure you’re fine now? you were on the floor when i came in before you checked me out like i wasnt your professor” he takes steps towards you and takes a hold of your hands that you unconsciously balled into fists behind your back.

“n-no i’m fine, really” you tried to be assuring but the stuttering gave it all away.

“doesn’t seem like it though…” he trails off, coming closing to your face, his hot breath on your ear

“is there something i can help you with….?” guiding your hands and placing them flat on his hard chest as he placed his on your waist, surprisingly giving you butterflies at the feeling of someone touching you.

“tell me anything princess, i’d be glad to comply” his lips now latched on your neck giving pecks at first, then into wet open mouthed kisses, until it turned into sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks in the morning.

pulling you closer by the waist, your arms can’t help but circle around his neck, mouth agape open letting out a whimper you didn’t know you were holding in the whole time. you can feel his grip on your waist tighten momentarily before softening again.

you can feel one of his arm snake under your shirt, feeling your sides, and his other arm now turned to go under your shirt, gripping on your bare waist as he groans onto your neck and your continuous whimpers sound like music to his ears. his free arm wandering up against you again, this time you let out something like a shudder mixed with a whimper, legs almost going weak at the amount of attention you’re getting at the moment.

‘it’s been a while since I’ve done this, it wouldn’t hurt to do it again tonight’

[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.

[thenamesseven]

Park Jaehyung 4 7 and 24 please

Another Day6 request, yaaay! ^^

"Like what you see?"

Jae's intimidating eyes scanned your body over in a way that made your legs absolutely weak. Almost as naked as you were, he pulled down the zipper of his jeans and got rid of them, approaching you in his underwear, making your heart beat even faster.

"I do" You replied so quietly, so small that he barely managed to hear you over the sound of his own pounding heart.

Jaehyung returned to his duty of marking your neck with his own hickeys, not wanting to leave any clear spot on your skin, wanting to make sure the entire world knew who you belonged to. His hand slipped under your shirt, the smile that crept up to his lips told you he had found out about your little surprise.

"No panties, baby girl?" He asked amused, leaning back to look into your eyes. You could only shrug playfully, way too turned on and lost in pleasure to form any coherent sentences "Shit let's skip foreplay tonight" He mumbled, turning you around, bending you over his desk "I'd hold onto something if I were you" Jaehyung mumbled as he kissed his way down your back "I'm not holding back tonight"

[sweetdejun]

summer of '22 drabble game

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

RULES:

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

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

"I know what you're thinking"

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

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

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

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

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

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

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

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

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

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

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

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

[kpoppwriter]

Hullo! Congrats on 6k!!! You totally deserve it heh. Can I request #8: 'You never thought a single phrase could break you so much' with any member from day6? I can't choose and I trust your intuition with this stuff! Also hope you're hyped for their subunit comeback 💙

❧ Synopsis: You never thought a single phrase could break you so much

❧ Genre: angsttttt

❧ Warning: it's angsty sorry

❧ A/N: I had to do Brian cause I couldn't think about the other boys in such an angsty scenario without getting sad

~※ 6K Drabble Masterlist ※~

"You know there's a lot of things I have to do in my profession that I may not like.”

"Yeah but we could have talked about this before I found out through Twitter."

You and Brian had been in a heated discussion about the dating rumor that came out about Brian and some other idol. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been confirmed by JYPE. Brian - your boyfriend - had forgotten to inform you of his other partner.

"It's just a publicity stunt for our comebacks later this year, Y/N,” he sighed, “You know that."

"I do know that but what pisses me off is that you didn't tell me beforehand."

“Why do I have to tell you this? Why is it so important? You know I'm dating you and only you."

It took everything in you not to raise your voice. You knew you wouldn't get anywhere by yelling so you just took a breath and continued talking normally.

"Its important to me - to our relationship."

"You don't understand how complicated dating is as an idol.”

"Then talk to me. Don't bottle it up."

He was quiet for a moment. You could tell he was holding back his true emotions. Like he’s been doing for months. He was getting more and more distant with you and you could tell he'd lost feelings for you. This whole dating thing really was the last straw.

"You wouldn't understand."

"I want to understand! I want to make this relationship work!” you said in an exasperated tone

“This is too much, Y/N. This is just a fabricated relationship by our companies, okay?!” he let out a long sigh, "I didn't have a choice - I never did."

"Yes you did!" you finally yelled, "You had the choice to get into this relationship. You had the choice to talk to me when things started to get complicated. You had the choice to come tell me about this stunt but you chose to keep that all to yourself and build up all this resentment towards me instead!”

The silence that followed your words was deafening. Tears were fulling streaming down your face at this point. You didn't care how pathetic or crazy you looked. You were just broken. The guilt was evident on Brian's face, the sadness making his face look older. He reached a hand out towards you but you stopped him.

"Don't,” you choked back a sob, “Don't you dare."

He let his hand drop to his side. You were both too far gone now and you both knew this couldn't be fixed. And god, did that hurt.

[gluion]

somehow, i'll gather the stars just for you ➵ jacob bae

non-idol!jacob bae x reader

even in the nights where the stars refuse to show themselves, jacob will round them up just for you.

general genre/warnings ➵ fluff, light angst and hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, established relationship, sort of reader-centric because oof you do have problems (but we never dive into them)!, talks about constellations and stargazing, set on the beach (hence why it's part of the event), overall very soft and caring and understanding boyfriend!jacob ever, kissing, cuddling

word count ➵ 1.7k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

playlist ➵ tila tala by syd hartha // where the sea sleeps by day6 (even of day)

a/n ➵ wrote this on a whim again. i have a tendency to write drabbles like these when i feel kinda :// but i am glad to say i am finally making my submission for deoboyznet's summer for you event!! i hope you enjoy this cute jacob drabble for the time being :]]

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

the air smells of salt and burning wood. your eyes remain closed as the crackling coming from the bonfire fills your ears. the saltwater breeze hits your cheeks, stinging them like always.

you consider this beach a safe place from any storm—a getaway car from turmoil in every corner of your life. all away from the city that brings you nothing but stress and uncertainty, the beach will do nothing but bring you comfort. 

and tonight should be like every other; the ocean would meet with the shore in intervals; the whispers of the wind are meant to be loud, mumbling melodies you never hear amid heavy traffic, and; there should be a sea of stars around the moon that glows, forming constellations you know the names of all around it.

but when there's no celestial body in sight, you realize that tonight's plans will not push through.

"this is the first time i've seen the sky filled with nothing but clouds," your boyfriend, jacob, voices out. your eyes open as you take a quick side glance at the boy beside you. "from the beach, at least"

you rip your eyes away from him only to be met with a sky that has not changed. tonight was meant for stargazing. but the one night you two finally settled on had to be one that was not made for you both.

the starry night should come—this type of occurrence has never happened in the years you spent going to this beach. so why, out of all times, did the stars refuse to show now?

jacob wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close so that your body can rest on his. your back is supported by his torso as his chin rests on your shoulder. a small sigh leaves your lips as your eyes drift back down to the body of water behind the bonfire that glows in front of you. 

"i'm sorry tonight didn't turn out as planned." jacob's whisper is almost inaudible. "i'm sure the next time will have as many constellations drawn up in the sky—ones you know the names of, of course." you know it's his attempt to lighten up the sour mood you had since leaving the city with him.

he's always been the understanding type—the one to let you feel whatever you wanted to feel, and share whatever you were comfortable enough to share. but he never fails to remind you that he's there; offer you an ear to listen to you; act as your shoulder to cry on, and; share with you words that you need to hear at any given moment.  

you swallow the lump in your throat, "we spent so long trying to find one night that works for us only to be met with a starless sky." you then stare at the orange glow that emits from the burning wood. "i can't believe this is the first time this is happening, a night with no star in sight, on the day we wanted to finally stargaze together."

and it should be a small thing to be upset about—a moment to be bummed out about but easy enough to bounce back from. but the reason you're at this beach tonight is the same reason why you always find yourself leaving the city in the first place.

jacob continues to draw unrecognizable patterns on your arm. "what do you think that is?" his question has you looking at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "do you want me to draw it again?"

when you give him a nod, he repeats his actions, tracing out four imaginary lines on your skin you cannot make a figure out of. your eyebrows remain furrowed at him, only making him slip out a chuckle. 

"i'll give you a hint; it's a constellation."

you feel yourself pout at his words. despite any ruined plans, he never fails to find a way to make any night turn in the right direction.

without any answer leaving your lips, jacob shows you a teasing look. "don't tell me you don't know your constellation when you dragged me out to the beach this late into the night." when you bump your shoulder against his chest, he lets out a giggle. "okay, i'll do it one more time. if you don't know it, i'm about to believe you don't know your astronomy after all."

he draws the pattern once more. the sensation resembles the letter "w" with wide spaces in between. and you spend your time rattling through your brain, only to figure out what he was trying to draw. "is it cassiopeia?"

he smiles at your answer and says, "wow, you know your stars!" he quickly gives you a peck on the lips, catching you by surprise at the sudden action. your flustered expression only has him smiling bigger. "think of that as a prize."

you roll your eyes. "i didn't know you knew your constellations. i was planning to show off astronomy knowledge in real-time versus having you pull out pictures and me telling you the names of each one."

"that's all i remember, really," he admits as he continues to draw patterns on your arms. at this point, you aren't sure if he's trying to draw out more constellations for you to guess or if he's simply tracing for fun. "if i remembered more, i would have let you guess all the ones i knew. it would be our way of stargazing without the stars themselves."

your heartstrings tug at his words. no matter what the world brings to shatter you, there will always be one boy who never fails to look out for you.

you let your hands reach out towards him. "give me your hand." jacob moves his hand away from the sand and lets it rest on yours. with his palm facing up, you bring your free hand to his hand. "this is," your index finger draws out a small box with a long tail. "the small dipper."

his head tilts to the side, eyebrows furrowed at what you had just drawn. "what? can you do it again? it feels like a badly drawn tadpole."

"tadpole?" you scoff, taken back by his comment. "that's the small dipper!"

you draw it out once more, only for him to hum. "sure, i guess." once you gasp at his words, he cannot help but giggle. a pout rests on your lips over his comment. "i'm just kidding! come on, show me more."

you glare at jacob for a moment. "don't make fun of my drawings then!"

"i won't," he says before he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, leaving a long kiss. "teach me about these constellations."

and so the night goes on. you show him ones as simple as scutum and ones as complex as orion. while jacob found himself just nodding at your words with no clear idea of how these constellations actually looked like, he still liked to hear you ramble about these star patterns typically found in the sky.

he notices how you slowly found yourself brightening up over sharing your knowledge of astronomy. from how reserved you were before getting into his car, he now sees the same person who cannot help but ramble over their love for the celestial bodies.

"and this is," you draw a pattern you remember by heart. "gemini." jacob smiles at how you decide to show him what his star sign's constellation is. "it's one of my favorite ones, actually."

"it is?"

you let out a hum as you look at his hand where your index finger rests. "if you look closely, it resembles two people." you draw out the pattern once more. as soon as your eyes meet his face, you notice how his expression shifts into realization.

"wow, it does," he smiles as he looks down at his hand that you continue to draw on. "it resembles us."

you roll your eyes over his words. "jacob, that's not what it means, but okay."

your boyfriend cannot help but move his hand off of yours, bringing you closer for a cuddle. "yeah, but still. let me make whatever i want with those stars you love." he leaves you another kiss on the cheek. "besides, i want to make everything about you and us." you cannot help but smile at his affection, your eyes resting on the wood that continues to burn.

despite tonight's events (and the reason why you needed to get out of the city), jacob found a way to make you feel better. without uttering a word, he knew exactly what to do to save tonight. and somehow, you are almost glad that the stars decided to not show up—tonight's events turned out to be cuter than actual stargazing.

"thank you," you whisper out. "for trying to make tonight better." when you move your head to face him, you notice that his eyes are already on you.

he shows you a soft smile—one that never fails to fill your heart with warmth. "i just want you to know i'm always here. i'll be anything you want me to be, just so long as we'll both be okay."

you cannot help but let your face move closer to his. as soon as your eyes close, you move forward until your forehead rests on his. you can feel his breath graze over your lips. and with a moment to breathe, you say, "i'm glad i have you. even in times when everything went wrong, i'm happy that you were always there."

"of course," his hand reaches out to rest on the side of your face. and when his thumb starts to draw imaginary lines on your cheek, you cannot help but smile. he traces out what you can only think of as the constellation of gemini. "just like what i drew on your cheek, i'll make sure we'll always be together. i'll be sure to engrave it there like how you did on my hand. that way, we know that it forever remains somewhere, even if the starry night may not show it."

and just like that, you let yourself close the distance between you two, lips locking with the boy who never fails to know what to do in every distraught moment.

tonight's events may not have gone as planned, and the beach may not have become the place you were hoping for it to be when you desperately needed it. but for you, jacob is more than what the beach and its starry night can provide. on starless nights, he would round up the stars just for you, somehow.

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Elv's Drabble Requests

Hello, hello!! I'd like to open drabble requests for the first time to practice my writing and maybe get some more interaction!😋 Please feel free to send in asks and I will get to them ASAP. Remember to follow my guidelines stated under the cut 💗

Update: Requests close at the end of the month (September 30th) so I can concentrate on finishing the remaining ones in my inbox as well as my upcoming Halloween fics (and maybe more 👀). Thanks everyone who sent them in!

Update Number 2: Thank you to everyone who has requested!! Requests are officially closed for now!! Look forward to the new fics and drabbles I will have coming out ASAP, happy October spooky fellows 🎃

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I will mainly be taking requests for the kpop group Seventeen, however, feel free to also send in groups from my active masterlists as well as Day6, EXO, and The Boyz.

Choose from these lists of prompts (1, 2, 3) by stating the number(s) or send in your own.

Define what group and which member(s). (I will only do member(s) x reader 😊)

Feel free to state any genre(s)/au(s) if you have any specifics in mind.

Keep it SFW, please! I will do suggestive at most.

Guidelines:

Please note I will get to these ASAP but there is not a defined timeline, it's just for fun 😊

I have the right to reject any requests I do not want to do.

Genres I will not do: Rape/non/dubcon, incest, pedophilia, etc. (will be expanded upon if necessary)

As stated above, I will only do member(s) x reader

I will not do any smut/NSFW!

If you have any questions, please feel free to send an ask and/or message me. These guidelines can be updated at any given time so please make sure to double-check before sending in a request! Thank you!!