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twisted-tales-of-all · 3 years

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Excitement Leads to Anxiety

Long-term-boyfriend!sub!Hwiyoung x (Gender-Ambiguous) Dom!Reader

Summary: After touring overseas, your boyfriend finally returns to your arms. Things quickly get hot and heavy, but they stop almost as quickly as they start, making your boyfriend anxious.

This is part of a collaboration called The Intimacy Project, which deals with the fact that the imperfections of intimacy makes it much more, well, intimate. I highly encourage checking out the Directory for the project to find other amazing works that deal with topics involving the imperfect side of intimacy!

Word Count: 2.1k

Contains: sub!idol aspects, smut (strip tease, blowjob, etc), anxieties/insecurities, a little bit of crack, mostly fluff tho

A/N: woah, a new post??? WILD. Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I will slowly but surely be finishing up the four stories I’ve promised you all. This is the first of my two pieces for the Intimacy Project! Hope you enjoy!

Your boyfriend texted you the moment the plane landed. The message was quickly followed by Zuho messaging you a picture of your boyfriend smiling like crazy at his phone. You giggled at his adorable excitement before saving the secret picture and messaging your boyfriend that he'd be showered with kisses the moment he steps in the door.

[Bebi♡]: Please do!! I miss you so much.

After that message, he must be busy gathering his luggage and making his way to your place because you only hear from him again when you hear someone successfully enter the code to enter your apartment.

You jump up from your position on the couch to satisfy your promise. As he sets his suitcase by the entrance and turns to close the door behind him, you hug him tightly from behind, leaving soft kisses on his nape. As he turns around in your arms, trying to face you, you keep placing kisses on any revealed skin you see. Upon seeing his smiling face, you kiss both cheeks before locking your lips with his. His arms find their way around your waist while yours stay wrapped tightly around his as if worried he will be pulled away from you once again.

As the simple welcome-home kisses turn into a full make-out session, you lead your boyfriend to the nearby couch. You sit down first, momentarily breaking the kiss, but he quickly straddles your lap, draping his arms over your shoulders and continuing the kiss. You smirk into the kiss, finally recognizing his desperation when he begins grinding against your thigh.

You lightly pull on his hair to reveal his now-pouting face, teasing, "Babe, you seem really needy. Should I help you?"

"Please. I missed your touch so much." He begs, trying to nod despite your steady grip on his hair.

As you let go, you tell him to strip for you. He quickly stands up, pulling his t-shirt over his head without hesitation. You can't help but laugh as you tell him to slow down so you can savor the sight since you haven't seen it in months. A blush covers his face, but he listens well, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly sliding them down his legs. You jokingly tell him to spin around, but, with the anticipation building inside him, the comment clearly doesn't register as a joke to him, as he embarrassingly turns in place, his hands covering his face the whole time.

"You're adorable." You coo, reaching out to remove his hands from his face, "Now, sweetheart, will you finish stripping, or are you too embarrassed? Do I need to do it?"

He shakes his head as his hands fly to the waistband of his underwear. His movements stop momentarily as he remembers that he shouldn't rush. After taking a breath to stabilize himself, he slowly pulls down the band, his half-hardened member bouncing out once the material is removed. As the final article of clothing drops to his feet, you move forward and reach around him to squeeze his butt and use it to pull him closer to you. He steps forward, and you catch him off-guard as you take his penis into your mouth without warning. The high-pitched noise he makes as a result echoes in the otherwise silent room.

Following his desperation, you start sucking hard, moving your head fast without warming him up. After a minute or so, his legs begin to shake, and his moans turn into curses. Before he can even warn you, his cum coats your throat, making you choke a bit before regaining composure and swallowing the liquid. He quickly takes a step back, stumbling over his words as he apologizes for cumming so early and without any warning. You stand up and quickly pull him into your arms as you see his eyes begin to water.

You coax him to sit back down, and he instantly hides his face in your shoulder, his repeated apologies now muffled. You pet his back, insisting that it's okay. You feel his tears through the thin fabric, which leaves a dull pain in your chest to witness, and you know he needs to calm down from the initial shock before you can convince him that you don't mind the situation. You hold him close and continue rubbing his back and petting his hair until he lifts his head.

"I'm so sorry. This isn't how I wanted to spend the first day back. I'll make it up to you." He declares in between sniffles.

You place your hand under his chin and kiss his forehead before insisting, "Babe, it's okay. I really don't mind at all. You got excited, that's all. It's normal."

"But-"

"No, Youngkyun. But nothing. We have as much time as we want to screw around whenever we're together." You use your thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks as you continue, "This way, we can enjoy other things together today. We can cuddle, watch something, play some games, blast music so we can dance like weirdos - literally anything. No matter what, I'm going to enjoy it because it means I'm spending time with you."

He shines a small smile through puffy eyes before asking if he can get some water. You tell him to think of what he wants to do while you get some for him. You wiggle your way off the couch and head to the kitchen, getting water for you both. As you return to the living room, you find your boyfriend sitting on the floor, in front of the cabinet, looking at your small collection of physical copies of games, movies, and albums. You set the glasses on the coffee table before asking if he's chosen something to do.

"Kind of. I'm just narrowing things down at this point. Gimme a number, one through ten."

"Uh... six?"

"Cool." He pulls out an album and inserts the CD into the player, "Guess we'll listen to some k-pop this time."

You stifle a laugh as you realize which activity he chose from the list of examples you gave him. As he hits play and holds out his hand, you can't help your laughter when you hear his own group play from the speakers. "I see I was given the illusion of choice."

"No, even numbers got you this while odd numbers would've given you one of your non-k-pop albums. You just chose the proper option."

You roll your eyes as you take his hand and pull him in close. He stumbles over his feet, not expecting you to flip the script by bringing him towards you. The tall boy basically falls into you, his face hitting your chest. He looks up at you, clearly embarrassed, so you wink up at him to throw him even more off-guard. You see the blush cover his face and ears before he tries to cover his embarrassment by standing up straight again and beginning to dance to the song. Since his reaction was so cute, you decide to let it go without comment and join in, dancing poorly on purpose to make him laugh.

The action succeeds, and you both purposely dance poorly while laughing at one another until you exhaust your energy and throw yourself onto the couch. He straddles your lap, nuzzling his nose into your neck as you both catch your breath. The music fades into the background as you focus on the sweet boy cuddling into you, concentrating on hearing his heartbeat and breathing.

You soon realize that Hwiyoung is falling asleep on you. You tap his back and gently tell him that the two of you should head to bed rather than risk falling asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch. Slowly, he gets up and helps you up as well. Holding his hand, you lead him to the bedroom, letting him get underneath the blankets first. He holds his arms open wide, whining about not cuddling you soon enough and hoping you'll fill the empty spot in his grasp.

You undress before joining, but when you do join him, he instantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. The room is mostly silent for a while, so you begin dozing off. However, you hear him softly call your name, checking whether you're still awake. You mumble a response to let him know you aren't yet asleep, willing to listen to whatever he has to say, especially since he usually falls asleep before you.

As he squeezes you tightly, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice, he quietly asks, "Is it really okay that I came so quick earlier?"

"Did you have fun dancing with me after?"

"Mhm."

"Then yes, it's totally okay. As long as the time we spend together is enjoyable for both of us, I don't care what we do. Sex isn't that important to me, babe.

Your happiness and my own happiness both come first."

"I'm just... I just feel really bad about it. It was so quick and you didn't get to enjoy anything. I didn't even help you at all."

"I will continue to reassure you that it was completely okay for however long you need me to. It really is okay. We still had a great time today. Plus, who said I didn't enjoy it? Teasing you like earlier is extremely fun for me." You wiggle an arm out from between the two of you to wrap it around him and hug him close.

After a short sound of embarrassment, he mumbles, "I'll still make up for it." The drowsiness in his voice fades out his words as he drifts out of consciousness.

You smile at the thought of him being comforted enough to fall asleep mid-conversation before allowing your body to relax and fall asleep as well.

When you wake up in the morning, your partner isn't there with you. You look around, wondering if you simply dreamed of him coming home yesterday until you recognize the faint sound of the water flowing in the shower. You close your eyes and stay in bed until Hwiyoung returns. Hearing him scoff to himself about you still being asleep, you respond without moving, and you hear him jump at the sound of your voice.

"Who said I was asleep, meanie?"

"God, Y/N! Don't scare me like that!"

You break out into a loud laugh, one that only grows when he tells you that it wasn't funny. Soon enough, the contagious laugh reaches him. You both laugh until you're out of breath, him ending up on the floor.

As you sit up and look over the edge of the bed to see the panting boy looking up at you from his position, you smile, "You're so cute."

"Says the cute one." He spits back without hesitation - as per usual - and sits up, patting your head as it hangs over the edge, "Should I make some breakfast for us?"

"Are you going to burn down my kitchen by trying? Just stay with me a bit more, please." You hold your arms open wide, gesturing him to come to lay in bed with you again.

As he gets off the ground and finds his way into a comfortable position in your arms, he speaks under his breath, "God, I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

"Thank you for accepting me no matter what. Even after what happened yesterday. I'm going to pamper you all day today because of that. Whatever you want, I'll do it."

You giggle, knowing he's being way too serious, so you decide to play with him a bit, "So, if I asked you to put on a dress and let me do your makeup, you would?"

"Ye- Wait... Babe, please don't make me do that."

"I won't. It's just funny since you don't have to make it up to me at all. But if this will help you feel better, I'm not going to stop you. I just want you to understand that finishing early is normal. The reverse is true as well. I might end up without the energy to keep going some nights, or I might get too excited and finish quickly, too. It's all normal."

"Okay, babe, but I'm still gonna be under your control today. Anything you want, I'll do it."

"Under my control?" Your lips curl up into a smirk as your brain begins to imagine all the things you could have your boyfriend do if he would obey your every word, but you decide you'd rather just enjoy your time with him, "So we can cuddle all day, right?"

"That's it? That's all you want?"

"Youngkyun, I didn't have you with me for months. It'll happen again the next time you guys go on tour. I just want to enjoy the time I have with you. So just relax with me for a bit, okay?"

He nods as you both snuggle into each other, basking in the presence of one another.

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years

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SF9 as The Office Chatacters (Without Context)

Yes, I did a thing.

Youngbin as Gabe

Inseong as Pam

Jaeyoon as Jim

Dawon as Michael

Rowoon as Kelly

Zuho as Toby

Taeyang as Erin

Hwiyoung as Phyllis

Chani as Ryan

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you-did-well-moon · 4 years

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Sf9 reaction to s/o on their period

Type: fluff uwuwuuwu

A/n: oh god, fun fact, I got my first period on Halloween. I think I laughed too hard and it just- Moving on. I don't have a lot of cramps, but when I do, they’re bad T-T. I remember rolling around the floor screaming “I don't want to be a girl anymore” while my mom watched from the kitchen. She then told all my aunts. ahaha actually moving on now. On to the reaction. Don't be afraid to talk to me or to request - Moon

Youngbin

Youngbin strikes me as the type of person to make sure he really wants a relationship with someone before confessing, so you’re basically his ride or die and he’d do anything for you. That being said, congratulations, you have this boy wrapped around your finger. Your boyfriend is now your personal maid. He’s the type to make you feel good. Your tummy hurts? He’s trying to make it better by massaging it. You're suddenly upset with him because of a mood swing? Youngbin will take it like a champ smiling softly at you and crushing you into his arms while wondering how you can be so cute while pouting at him for accidentally leaving your favorite cup too high for you to reach. Youngbin already showers you in compliments, but he always manages to take it up a notch while you’re on your days of the month. Youngbin will surprise you with cute little things like a bath with a bath bomb and rose petals, your favorite flowers, or proposing to bake a cake together and making a mess of the kitchen.

“Your pants don't fit because your tummy is bloated babe. It’s normal. Just wear some sweatpants. You look beautiful either way”

Inseong

Every time, Inseong will be a bit awkward with you. Not because you’re on your period, but because he wants to do nice things for you. He’s just worried he’s doing too much or that he’s being clingy. Eventually, (after some reassurance from you because he will end up talking to you about it) he’ll grow comfortable trying to take your mind off things by doing sweet random gestures. If you’re craving something, you’ll find it on your bed by the end of the day with a sticky note accompanied by a cute pick-up line on it. If you’re on your way to work/school, Inseong will send you a text to check your gallery where you find silly selfies he took while you were probably getting ready. He will make you lay your head on his lap with tinted cheeks, and he'll read to you even exaggerating some of the dialogue parts to make you laugh. If you’re having a particular bad day, you will get met with Inseong’s unsure smile with a blanket fort behind him and your favorite movie ready to play on his laptop.

“Eh? Those cookies on your bed? Me? No no, you got it all wrong. It was probably Casper trying to make one of the most angelic people in the world show her lovely smile again”

Jaeyoon

Jaeyoon’s energy will literally sky rocket every time you're on your time of the month. Homeboy is probably preparing jokes for you two weeks prior to your period (yes, he will keep track of your period that's just how much of a boyfriend he is). He loves seeing his girl laugh, and he wants you to spend the week your mood usually gets bought down happy. Especially because of him. This dude will not be afraid to tease you. Nothing about your period like staining the bed. He teases you about things he’s always teased you about like tripping on nothing. If you’re having a particularly bad day and Jaeyoon’s lighthearted teasing gets to you, he won’t hesitate to smother you in kisses. If you’re still mad at him, he’ll follow you around pouting and acting cute for your forgiveness. You of course, give in. Something cute I think Jaeyoon would do is sit you down, your hands clasped in his and his forehead pressed against yours holding eye contact with you making you tell him all the good things that happened in your day. He’ll give you a little kiss for every good things you tell him.

“Come on y/n, you know I didn't mean it when I laughed at the toilet paper stuck to your shoe. I can't have your cute little butt slipping because of toilet paper. I know! I’ll impersonate Dawon when he accidentally ate nail polish for you.”

Dawon

Did someone order a koala? That’s basically what he becomes every time your time of the month comes around. He’ll act a bit clingier than usual (okay maybe a lot), but if you ask for space, he won’t falter in taking a step back and letting you breathe. The only reason Dawon goes into koala mode when you’re on your period is because he wants to be there in case you need/want something. Honestly, he’ll probably do something stupid like draw on your face while you were taking a nap. He will be whiny the rest of the day when you scold him. In his defense, he thought you could both laugh about it when you eventually did get up. He makes it better by letting you do something he normally doesn't let you do because he gets flustered and blushes a lot. He lets you cuddle him trace and touch his tattoos with a limited time offer of cuddles (it's not that limited). Of course you've seen his tattoos a hundred times before, but he’s usually asleep for it. In turn, he will trace lines across the slopes of your face mumbling how his day went against the crown of your head.

“What do you mean you have to go to the restroom? The restroom can fit two people. Ouch- okay I’ll get off of you just come back ASAP. I don't think I can take being too far away from you for too long”

Zuho

Juho will make sure you’re having the time of your life the whole time you're on your days. He invites you to his studio where you have crazy dance parties singing and rapping to one of his songs while you dance around with colorful wigs and other wacky accessories. He plays stupid games with you like paper rock scissors sticking out his tongue at you when you lose but still handing you his last Skittle. If you don't want to go out, that's perfectly fine for him too. He snuggles up to you on the couch while watching a scary movie spilling popcorn everywhere and screaming in an unbelievably high pitch. He’s just trying to make your period as not miserable as he can. He becomes even softer for you (if that’s even possible). He lets you play with his hair or put crazy makeup on him. Although he may look grumpy while in the process, he goofily laughs posing ridiculously when you tell him he looks pretty. He’s even letting you distract him in the studio tickling you when you grab his attention for too long.

“I never thought I'd look this good in long pink hair. You got the lyrics wrong but I'll let it pass since you’re cute.. and I love you”

Rowoon

Seokwoo usually teases you a lot, but he eases up on it when you’re on your period.He will bring you tea and pills when you’re having cramps watching worriedly as you curl up in pain. He runs his hands though your hair softening the crease between your eyebrows and shushing you softly when you whine out in pain. He will push you to eat saying the healthier your body is the better you will feel after your period ends. He contentedly smiles watching you fondly when you eat what he made. He will bring you outside and make you play something simple such as catch telling you he read on the internet that moving around will help ease up the pain in your lower abdomen. He is very patient with you when you get overly sensitive over something listening to you talk waving your arms around while internally thinking of how cute you look crying at Finding Nemo. He then eventually herds you to the bed telling you take a nap tucking you in and leaving a kiss against your forehead rubbing his nose against yours playfully before leaving to shower promising to join you later.

“Come on love, let's take a nap. I promise you’ll feel better when you wake up. See your beautiful self later babe, rest up”

Taeyang

Taeyang will also be one to tease his girlfriend, but he will change up his teasing. Instead of teasing you to annoy you, he'll do it more to bring up your mood and make you laugh. He pinches your cheek and calls you cute. Actually, you didn't advise him when you were on your period until you were sure the relationship was serious. When you first told him, Taeyang was a bit awkward, but he quickly shook it off smiling and nodding asking if you needed anything. Knowing how sensitive you can get during your time of the month, he’ll get a bit protective (not overbearing) of you. If a member teases you, he sends them a small sharp glare. He will make sure you don't watch that movie that makes you cry every time. He will make sure you spend your days while on your period as relaxed as you can. Taeyang would take you on walks with beautiful flowers and plants along the path smiling as you take everything in beaming in delight. He will stay at home with you playing his guitar while conversing about random topics with you.

“This isn't the first time you've seen those flowers jagi, yet you still stop to look at them every time. You're too adorable for your own good sometimes angel”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung will be the member who will be the shyest when you first tell him you're on your period. He’ll probably also freak out the most when you start curling in on yourself because of some painful cramps. He probably runs around the house looking for something that can help you until you eventually tell him what kind of pills to get you and to heat up a water bottle. There’s nothing to worry about, he will definitely be more prepared for next time. He will constantly ask you if he can do anything for you, and he gets a hang of what helps you out the most. Hwiyoung spends a lot of time with you goofing off and playing around. He draws with you purposefully giving you a big nose while drawing you and cackling when you lightly throw a pencil in his direction. Something you guys would probably do is intentionally get movies many say are bad and laugh while watching them. When you fall asleep on his shoulder tired of the day’s activities, he will fondly gummy smile at you before gently shaking awake to go to bed.

“What do you mean your uterus is murdering you? Is that normal? Oh- please don't cry. Tell me what I can do to take the pain away love”

Chani

Early in the relationship, when you first tell him about your period, he will observe you quietly. He just wants to see how he can help you out, so he doesn't do anything wrong when he’s trying to take care of you while you’re on your days of the month. After getting a good look at what he can do to help you out, he will be more active around you when you’re on your period. He will take many naps with you softly singing you to sleep and resting your head in the crook of his arm lightly running his hands up and down your arm. He will act cute only for you when he sees you’re having a hard time. He sits next to the bathtub when you’re in the bath he prepared for you, and he even massages your shoulder before throwing a towel at your face telling you to finish so you could go watch some movies. He’s playful with you chasing you around your apartment spinning you around when he catches you. He smiles warmly at you and chuckles lowly when you give him those puppy eyes asking if you can go to the corner store to get snacks. He just ruffles your hair agreeing a second later.

“So what if this is the fifth nap we’ve had this day. We both need our rest. Now go to sleep and dream of me”

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daybreakx · 4 years

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RPM

this is my entry for challenge #5! It’s kinda nonsense but I also wanted to post something.

➵ based on rpm by sf9.

➵ sci-fi, no pairing.

➵ warnings: none.

Daybreak’s Writing Challenge | Challenge #5

Hwiyoung hated RPM even before he started playing it. There was just something about the hottest game out there that repelled him every time anyone even mentioned it, but when Chani finally convinces him to try it, Hwiyoung realizes RPM is not only a game but a fight for survival in a experiment where he’s the main pawn.

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Excerpt Hwiyoung couldn’t open his eyes. They were heavy and sticky with something around the edges that disgusted him by merely thinking of it. The hairs on the back of his head stood up before he was aware of the sounds around him, boots splashing into puddles, groaning and something that resembled gunshots.

Hwiyoung’s body shot up, forcing his eyes open, both the neon lights and the glue-like substance making it painful for him to scan his surroundings. He was alone. But he didn’t know where. White lights were all around him, from the roof to the floor there was nothing other than neon tubes, the floor was black marble and as Hwiyoung looked down at his feet he caught a glimpse of his reflection and finally noticed the gear he was wearing: The blue hood long below his knees, black boots tied tightly and double knotted, and under his left sleeve, an artifact that wrapped around his wrist and palm with the letter RPM in bright orange, dancing around the small screen.

Some of the white lights went off just as he was about to touch the bracelet, and beams of light shone from the back of the room and above his head. Hwiyoung opened his mouth slightly as he realized the hologram was spelling something.

‘WELCOME TO RPM — HWIYOUNG’

One of the beams, purple this time, scanned his whole body and the letters above him turned from red to green in a second.

‘PRESS YOUR NEOZ BRACELET TO PROCEED’

Chani hand’t told him everything would be so dramatic once he accessed the game. Hwiyoung sighed, eyeing the Neon Bracelet and then the sign again. What the hell? At least Chani would be around too to walk him through whatever he had gotten himself into. He touched the screen with his index finger and the RPM letters disappeared, quickly replaced by his picture and general data, like his birthday, height and weight and something called role, that he was sure he hadn’t chosen when he made his profile: Deceiver. There wasn’t another sound from him as the wall in front of him opened, sliding in two separate parts. It didn’t take a genius to know that’s where he was supposed to go, so he did, hiding the bracelet under his sleeve again, he crossed the doors that shut tightly behind him again.

The game had begun.

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forehead-enthusiast · 5 years

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Muse

Pairing: Rowoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: An artist and their model- both too attracted to each other to admit it.

Rowoon sat a few feet away from you, as still as he could, which wasn’t very still at all, but you appreciated his effort. You had a sketchbook propped against your knees and a pencil in hand, and were doing your best to trace the contours of his face against the page.

“How’s it going so far?”

“It’s okay.” You hadn’t gotten much completed yet, and if you were entirely honest, it was difficult to capture how beautiful he was. Still, it wasn’t altogether awful. He fidgeted as you looked up to take him in once more before returning your gaze downward. Without you knowing, he gazed at your figure, bowed over itself, infatuated with your focused expression.

It was fairly easy for him to sneak glances. You were always so engrossed in art that you barely noticed anything around you, which was lucky for him. This wasn’t news to you, of course. You knew how focused you could get as you watched graphite grind onto paper, trying to pull the dreams from your mind and trap them in the form of rough sketches and pictures. You got so focused, you almost forgot how attractive your usual model was.

Almost.

It was rather distracting to have a model of such caliber. Every angle on his face was breathtaking. Every shade of brown in his glossy hair was stunning. Every time he breathed in, you felt the urge to illustrate the way he looked when his chest rose and the way he looked when it subsequently fell. If only your hand could keep up with your brain, you’d have filled the room from floor to ceiling with stacks upon stacks of drawings, but alas- you had to focus on one moment of him at a time.

“Am I sitting still enough?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, you’re fine. I’m just grateful you’re willing to do this for me.”

I’d do anything you asked. Especially if it means I get to spend hours with you alone. The words floated around Rowoon’s head, taunting him with their straightforwardness. He waved them away with a swing of his large hand before he noticed you looking and flashed a totally natural smile. He sighed discreetly as you looked up every so often, each time your eyes alight with inspiration and flecks of sunshine.

Sometimes he liked to close his eyes and take in the world that seemed to only exist for you two: the scratching of a pencil, the smell of aging wood and dust that was suspended in time, and the warmth of the setting sun on his skin.

Time seemed to fade as he sat there. The world stopped turning, nighttime stopped falling, the ice in your water bottle ceased to melt. The air moved like honey, thick and sweet and slow, and he’d let himself drown in your drawing sessions if he could.

He hoped you felt similarly, even if only a bit.

You did.

You wondered if he ever noticed you drawing extra slowly on some days, longing to extend the minutes and prolong the inevitable goodbyes and goodnights. You wondered if he thought you looked at him too long or too often, or with too much softness in your eyes. He’d be right. You wondered how you managed to get into such a wonderful predicament. So gently tortuous in its opportunities.

“Is my pose okay?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Rowoon, it’s fine.” It was a silly question. No matter what he did, he’d look like a masterpiece anyway. That’s the beauty of being beautiful. Every movement, every instinct, every flick of a finger and every sidewards glance was lovely.

“Alright, just checking. My shirt isn’t on backwards or anything?”

“No, it’s not. You know models don’t usually talk this much, right?”

He grinned sheepishly, swinging his legs gently through the air. He looked so young and boyish sitting there, like a grade schooler waiting to get his picture taken for the yearbook. It was such a contrast from his tall and imposing stature it made you smile without realizing.

Rowoon watched your eyes crease with affection, and prayed the glow of the sunset would mask the warmth on his cheeks.

He let the silence stretch on, only occasionally tapping his fingers on the underside of his stool when he couldn’t resist. He thought about how your eyes draped over him, taking in his minute details. He thought about your hands tracing over his silhouette, sliding across his jawline and shoulders, and flushed at his own imagination. He pictured what it would feel like if you were to actually get up from where you sat and touch him, your gray-stained fingers threatening to smear their imprint on his skin.

You looked at Rowoon, and wondered what could lead him to make that expression. How would you describe it? Tender? Bashful? It almost seemed scandalized by itself, as though it was trying and failing to restrain impulsive thoughts. It was both hard to look at and hard to tear your eyes away from.

Your flush matched his. Your hearts pounded in tandem with each other, and you could almost hear their rhythm reverberating off the walls if you only listened closely enough.

Rowoon couldn’t stop his imagination from blooming with scenarios of you and him, and, worried they’d begin to overflow out of him in petals of confessions, broke the silence.

“S-so what are you drawing right now?”

You found yourself snapped out of the trance that peculiar expression of his had trapped you in, and took a moment to compose yourself and answer.

“Ah, the lips. My favorite part.”

There was a long pause, and you realized the implications of your answer as Rowoon pressed a hand to his chest, desperate to keep his heart contained within.

“Of me-”

“T-to draw! My favorite part to draw.”

“Right, of course!” He forced a laugh, and couldn’t even convince himself it sounded organic.

You tried to return to drawing, but your pencil hovered above the image of his lips, and you found yourself clutching the thing too tightly to draw properly. You hoped it wouldn’t snap in your grip- you only had the one. What, you didn’t claim to be some professional artist who could afford more than one decent pencil at a time.

“…Why aren’t you drawing?”

Rowoon’s low voice seemed to fill the space around you, rich in its tone.

“It’s your favorite part, after all.”

He gulped. You imitated him unintentionally. His mind was going even more wild than before, practically exploding with thoughts of you. He bit the lip you were struggling to draw, teetering on the edge of no return. You were just a few feet away. The distance seemed to widen as he watched it, and it seemed to threaten that if he waited much longer, it would become too great a gap to close.

“Do you need a closer look?”

He got up from his stool, and took a step towards you. His feet felt glued to the floor, in the space where the model was meant to stay. He pried them up.

You stiffened as you watched him come closer, the expression on his face mesmerizing yet somehow terrifying. While you could never admit it, never assume it, you understood what that expression meant. Who it was for. You covered your face with your sketchbook, but even with it blocking your vision, you could picture the way he looked vividly, and grew frustrated at its inability to shield you.

Long fingers tapped on top of the sketchbook, pushing it down and away from your face. No matter how many drawings you must have of this face, nothing could prepare you for it at this distance.

He was crouched down on the floor, looking up at you. You’d never seen him from this angle. Your heart raced at the sight, sometimes forgetting to pause between beats.

He took hold of your wrist gently, guiding it towards his face.

“Touch me.”

Your fingers reached out despite yourself, and pressed gently against his lips. Your thumb slid across his bottom lip, and while you weren’t sure if you could really be considered conscious, you took note of how soft it felt.

Your sketchbook and pencil slid off your lap and clattered onto the floor as he kissed you.

His jaw was tilted upwards in your hands. His palm was large enough that it completely covered yours. You could taste the sunlight on his lips, warm and gentle like summer rain. They fit so perfectly against your own, it was a pity to separate them, even to kiss again a moment later. In those pauses, his murmurs would fill your mouth, your lungs, his mumbled words would dance on your tongue. He murmured your name. Your name, over and over, as if reciting an incantation. The way his voice sounded when he said it was soft and smooth and dark, and felt like velvet when it touched you.

It felt dangerous to kiss him. It was addictive, all too pleasant to be permitted. He grew sweeter each time you lingered. At some point you had slid off your chair to join him on the floor carpeted with eraser shavings. His hands had discovered your lower back, and embraced you like there was no other purpose for them in life. Meanwhile, your hands had found his neck and the collar of his shirt, and left the smudges of silver he’d been fantasizing about. You could feel his racing pulse against your fingers.

The sun had finished setting. Cool shadows were strewn about the room, coating you in shades of gray and blue, but his hands on you were warmth enough. He looked at you, breathless in his arms, and wished he had the ability to draw, to immortalize this moment. He let his fingers run themselves through your hair, and smiled softly.

You couldn’t even meet his eyes. You could feel the flush that had spread to the tips of your ears, the back of your neck. You figured if you were to face him directly now, you might simply melt.

He lifted your chin, and grinned when your eyes widened, then tightly shut.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I love you too much.”

You scrunched your face up tighter at the words that spilled out uncontrollably, far too honest to be intentional. His low laugh floated around your ears. You opened one eye cautiously, only to find him staring at you adoringly. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then the other, then all across your nose and chin and forehead. He kissed your fingers, your palms, his lips exploring the hands that knew him well.

“It’s the same for me.” He spoke into the curves of your hands. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

He cupped your face in his hands, and pulled you suddenly into another kiss, as if to memorize how it felt when your lips melted into his. You practically fell onto him, with his arms supporting you as you pressed against his broad chest. He leaned back onto the ground, gently taking you with him, and began to smile too widely to kiss you properly.

“Yes!”

He positively beamed in celebration, his soft hair splayed on the floor. He looked like an angel with a coffee-colored halo framing his face.

He really was a masterpiece.

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not-majestic-bluenicorn · 4 years

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❗️Please do not repost or take anything from here, that’s not very nice.

⮑ My AO3

⮑ |F| = Fluff, |M| = Mature, |A| = Angst

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SERIES

None for the moment.

SHORT SERIES / ONE SHOTS

↳ The Meaning of Freedom |F, A|

Barista!Zuho x Street Racer!Dawon

Status: Finished

Sanghyuk’s parents have always been very controlling, and the way he deals with it through street racing. When he’s on his motorcycle, riding against the wind, he finally feels free. That is until he meets the cute barista Baek Zuho, who makes him challenge his perception of what it truly means to be free.

#sf9 #sf9 fanfic #sf9 fic #sf9 fanfiction #sf9 dawon #sf9 zuho #sf9 rowoon #sf9 chani #sf9 youngbin #sf9 inseong #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 taeyang #masterlist

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kpoprunsmylifenow · 5 years

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Toxic

Hwiyoung x Reader

Angst

Summary: Getting away from toxic family is one thing, but what happens when you run into another toxic person’s arms.

A/N: Hwi baby I’m sorry your an asshole here.

When you’d finally gotten out of your family’s life, you were so happy. They’d always been so down on you and they never liked to acknowledge your successes, only your faults.

Getting with your boyfriend, you’d thought that everything was finally starting to turn around. You were finally happy. But then the late nights, the arguments, and the cheating happened. But you kept telling yourself that it was all in your head, that he was making you happy.

Hwiyoung would never do that to you.

But you were so horribly wrong. And your next fight made you realize that.

“God! Why can’t I just hang out with my friends?” He yelled, rolling his eyes as you asked where he’d been.

“It’s just, you smell of alcohol.” You said timidly, you knew how his temper was when he was drunk.

“I know! That’s because we were at a bar!” He walked by you. “If you knew how to actually function around other people, maybe I’d let you meet them.” This struck a cord. One thing you knew that you struggled with was crowds and just people in general. You’d never been good at school, feeling like people were staring at you at all times. When he didn’t hear you say something back, he laughed. “What did I do? Struck a cord?” He laughed more. “You already knew this! You’re family has told you many times.”

Things had started to get worse lately with the fights with Hwiyoung. And you were finally over it, especially after he called you that.

“God,” He groaned. “You’re such a disappointment! All I try and do is hang out with my friends and I have to come back to your nagging!”

“Don’t you say that… not you.” You pleaded. You shook your head. “I’m not a disappointment.”

“Then fucking act like it!”

#sf9 #sf9 imagine #sf9 imagines #sf9 drabbles #sf9 drabble #sf9 fic #sf9 fanfic #sf9 fanfiction #sf9 angst #sf9 hwiyoung #hwiyoung

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kpophours · 5 years

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[7:40pm] There’s nothing better than finally coming home after a long, stressful day at work. You immediately feel how your whole body relaxes as soon as you close the front door behind you, leaving the gray, cruel world behind. Tonight, the apartment you share with your boyfriend smells of fresh laundry and of something… burning? „DON’T COME INTO THE KITCHEN!“, your boyfriend yells from the kitchen. You blink a few times, quite taken aback by his panicked voice, and kick off your black boots and leather jacket. Ignoring his warning, you stroll into the small kitchen, eyeing the disaster happening in front of you. Hwiyoung is busy handling some pants and pots, trying to keep the smoke in check, swatting some flames with the kitchen towel. You immediately notice there’s no real danger coming from the tiny flames, so you just chuckle and lean against the door frame, arms crossed in front of you. „How many times have I told you to just stop trying to cook?“, you say, smile audible in your voice. Your boyfriend turns around, shoulders slumped, a slight pout on his lips „I lost count after the 10th time, I think. But I wanted to surprise you, you’ve been so stressed these last few weeks thanks to work and I wanted to to something nice for you.“, he murmurs, sighing deeply and throwing the towel into the sink. You can’t help but choke a bit at the thought of him doing something like this just to cheer you up. You quickly walk towards him, sliding both arms around his lean body and lay your head on his chest. „Thank you. I really appreciate it.“, you whisper against his neck, pressing a soft kiss against it and making him shiver a bit. He kisses the top of your head, holding you tight and sighing deeply. „So, takeout it is?“, he asks and you chuckle. „Takeout it is.“

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madpenfan · 5 years

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RPM: Prologue

Summary: In the year 2210 college student Y/N and her best friend Jaehyun stumble across a holographic message informing them to stop the power they have been living under for years. By going through the files and stories left on the hologram the two have to go back in time to the year 2083 to figure out the truth about their society.

Based off the SF9 music video RPM

A/N: I hope you all enjoy the start to my first long fic! Thanks for reading and please don’t let this flop!

Prologue |Chapter One |

Year: ...2210

Thunder rumbled outside and the rain was beginning to hammer on the windows. You glanced outside knowing that you wouldn’t be walking back to your dorm anytime soon. You sighed as you continued browsed through the several holographic books that were within the database of your college library. As a history major you should be used to writing papers and reports but there was a point where things would get boring. The crystal had given you the power to remember and memorize almost anything that you wanted, making you one of the smartest people within the school.

When you were little and the crystal had given you your gift, you thought that it was the best thing ever. However, as you grew older, you soon found out that it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Many of your classmates had gotten gifts that gave them powers that gave them physical strength leading them to bullying you for having a gift that didn’t make you physically strong. Once you started college you decided to put all of that behind you and put your gift to good use, and that was history.

Since the Rise of the Crystal over a hundred years ago most of the World’s history was lost. You were always curious about what happened before the Crystal came into the world and why almost all history was gone. So here you were in the library brushing up on a topic that never even interested you in the first place.

“This is getting boring..” You sighed to yourself.

“Giving up already?” A voice said from behind you.

You turned around to see your best friend Jung Jaehyun walking up to you holding his own holographic device. He slid his book bag off his shoulder, letting it fall into a free chair and sitting down in the chair next to you.

“It’s not like you to give up on an assignment before you even start it.” He said with a smirk on his face.

You frowned. “I’ve just covered this topic so many times that I can’t find a way to make it interesting.”

“Aw come on I bet there is something new for you to learn on the topic.”

“Jae the Runners and Flares are just common knowledge and we’ve studied them since elementary school. There is nothing new to learn!”

Then just as you said those words a loud boom of thunder echoed and the lights gave out as the sound went away.

“Just great,” You muttered, reaching into your bag for your phone. “Just perfect.”

“Hey Y/N…” Jaehyun’s voice said quietly.

You glanced up to see that your hologram was still on, which it shouldn’t be since the power was out and the thing relied on wifi to run. Instead of the usual user interface now stood a holographic image of a man. It was hard to make out details of his face as the camera that was used to film the hologram was obviously placed far away, most likely to compensate for height or something. His poncho looked like it was made out of a foil which was something that was discontinued after the Runner and Flare war...when the Crystal rose.

“What the hell.” You whispered as you stared at the hologram.

“Is this thing filming?” The man in the video said, squinting at the camera. “Oh it is!”

“Y/N where is this from?” Jae asked quietly.

“No idea.”

“Away,” The man continued. “My name is Rowoon, as in Reporter Rowoon. The date is currently 2083, and if you are watching this I am most likely dead or the Runners have brainwashed me to join them. I hope that in providing my information in this hologram you can stop the Crystal from rising.”

#kpop #sf9 #sf9 fic #kpop fanfiction #sf9 scenario #sf9 rowoon #sf9 youngbin #sf9 taeyang #sf9 zuho #sf9 dawon #sf9 chani #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 juho #nct jaehyun

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devotedtojoe · 6 years

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SF9 Reaction to: You NOT wanting kids

So whoever requested this I hope you enjoy. So sorry for the wait but I hope it turns out the way you wanted.

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Rowoon:

He would probably come up to you and give you a big hug like the big teddy bear he is and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He genuinely respects your decision and will wait for when or if you change your mind but feels a little down that he won't be able to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet running after him in the hallway. Will try and subtly ask about adotion if your uncomfortable with child birth. Will most likely end up buying you both a puppy and you treat it like a little baby.

Jaeyoon:

Aegyo all the way!!!! He won't know when you stop. He desperately wants children with you.

Taeyong: For now he has the same opinion. Later I see him wanting children, maybe adopting if that’s what you want, but for now, you’re all good here

(Iconic moment)

Dawon:

Youngbin:

Juho: A little shocked but he doesn’t disagree with your opinion. At least not right now. You’re both too young to think about that.

Inseong: A little shocked at first. I think he wants kids, once he’s ready. He won’t try to change your mind but he will be a little distant for a bit.

Hwiyoung: I think at some point he’s going to want kids but he’s young so it’s probably the last thing on his mind

Chani: I don't know yall I think Chani is too young to be thinking about that stuff. I think he'd probably acknowledge it and agreed for the time being

#sf9 #sf9 reaction #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 fanfiction #chani #hwiyoung #zuho #jaeyoon #dawon #taeyang #youngbin #rowoon #inseong

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dat-town · 6 years

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how to fall in love 101: break a nose

Characters: Hwiyoung & You

Setting: shadowhunters au

Genre: mostly fluff, humour

Summary: The first time you meet Hwiyoung, he saves your life and it pisses you off. You want to hate him. Spoiler alert: it’s not that easy.

Warnings: violence during demon attacks and training sessions

Words: 3.75k

For the lovely @restlessmaknae ♥ I wish a really, utterly happy birthday and that only good things come your way this year too! Love you!

The first time you meet Hwiyoung, he saves your life and it pisses you off.

There’s a knife thrown in your way and just before you’re about to lean to the side, a hand appears in your view and catches it in the air. It’s both impressive and unnecessarily show-off.

“Careful,” the stranger warns you like you were a freaking child. Then he casually flips the demon’s weapon and sends it back flying, piercing it right through the owner's chest. He doesn’t even look that way as if he knew his aim would be deadly precise. It makes your throat dry while your insides boil with anger and envy.

“Who the hell are you?” you gape at him pulling out a seraph blade from your belt but you know it’s really not the place, nor the time to casually introduce yourselves. So you’re not offended when the guy ducks down and yanks you behind a container instead of answering. You're in the middle of a demon den after all.

It was supposed to be a routine attack on a couple of clueless demons, few enough for you and your parabatai to deal with alone but instead you faced with dozens of them! When even more seemed to come, Olivia decided to notify the institute you lived in. Then the head of the place informed the Clave and now here you have the rescue team straight from Alicante, the capital city of your kind, the Nephilim children of the world.

They sent their supposedly four best Academy students which you are grateful for but still! This one with his wide shoulders, messy brown hair and lopsided mouth dances on your nerves with his attitude already. While slicing the throats of these inhuman creatures, sending them back to where they belong, you're annoyingly aware of the elegant fighter near you. He's killing demons as gracefully as it was some kind of dance and maybe another time it would leave you awestruck but currently this quality isn't in his favours from your point of view.

It takes some time, taken kicks and punches until nothing else but ash remains of every single demon in the den. A representative of the Clave, a lady in her late thirties, arrives then through a new portal and calls it a day. However, before they leave, she turns to the messy haired guy.

“Hwiyoung, I'll need a report on today’s event and more information about the possible reason behind this demon gathering, so I suggest you stay here and work on it,” she tells him and even though she claims she’s only suggesting, it sounds like a loaded order. Your breath hitches as you realize what it means for you. It cannot be…

"Is he going to stay with us in the institute?” Olivia whispers into your ears giddily and you roll your eyes. This is the last thing you needed: a smug guy from Idris at your place, marvellous!

“How long I should stay?” the guy – Hwiyoung, you remind yourself – asks impassively and you can’t help but perk my ears to hear the answer clearly even from a decent distance from the foreigner group.

“Until we sort this out. You can, of course, come back if the investigation turns out to be fruitless though,” the lady answers and the only reason you don’t make a scene – When the hell did you agree to that? Does the head of your institute knows? – is because you know that it was you who messed up. If you didn’t need their help, you wouldn’t be here and the least thing you’d like to seem is ungrateful. Who knows what would have happened if they don’t show up? You’re a good shadowhunter, a great even together with your parabatai but you couldn’t have taken down more than twenty demons by yourselves.

“Girls,” the Clave’s member turns to you now. You flinch a bit in surprise but try to act nonchalant.

“Yes?” Olivia chirps in happily as you grimace momentarily before looking their way.

“Can you, please, take Hwiyoung to the institute with you and tell Mr. Ravenscar to expect a letter from me explaining the situation?” the lady asks sweetly as if you could say no. You really don’t other choice but to accept whatever she wants, because that’s just how things work here.

“Sure,” you shrug eyeing your newest housemate and hope he’s not whiny about food or you’ll bury him in cuscus before the Clave could find him.

“Thank you and now if you’ll excuse us,” the woman and other students bid their goodbyes quietly out of formalities. Only a few tap Hwiyoung on his shoulder in encouragement and then step back into the portal leading them back to the capital of Idris.

The guy left behind just stands there with bloody hands and leather jacket hanging from one shoulder. You probably don’t look much better either. At times like this you’re thankful for the invisibility rune or otherwise you’d be in trouble looking like a local gang member.

The silence is awkward but your best friend still tries her best.

“Hey Hwiyoung, my name is Olivia and this is my parabatai, Y/N,” she introduces you with grand hand gestures.

The boy’s dark eyes look up, straight at you with indescribable mystery in them. Since you’re not one to give up a fight, you stare back. In the end it’s him who breaks the eye contract but only when Olivia continues:

“So have you ever been on a metro? Oh you’ll love it. This way...”

It takes only a few days and you have your own description about the new guy in the institute.

“What a pretentious asshole. He thinks he’s better than everyone just because he came from Idris. He doesn’t even dine with us, always sits the farthest like we had the plague,” you fume with hurt pride putting an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach.

Olivia’s eyes are smiling like a cat's, mischievous and you already know she wants to tease you. She has this misconception engraved in her mind that you have a crush on the foreign shadowhunter. But that’s ridiculous! Why would you like such an arrogant kid? It’s not like he’s your type or whatever.

“He must have his reasons,” your parabatai tries to soothe your nerves instead of her usual mocking and that's one of her great talents: she knows exactly when to joke with you and when to rather not, you complement each other really well. “Maybe he’s just shy.”

“Shy my ass,” you snort hardly believing it. He’s just plain rude, that’s the best explanation in your opinion.

“He stared at it, you know,” Olivia murmurs under her breath, flipping a page of the book she’s reading about demonic cults and your eyes widen, not trusting your ears.

“What?”

“You ass. I caught him staring for a brief moment when you were warming up for training the other day,” your parabatai whisper tells and you force out a chuckle.

“You're hallucinating,” you shake my head trying hard not to think about it too much. Boys will always be boys anyway.

Olivia just shrugs and grinning, she goes back to reading about the rituals.

The thing is that as a privilege of being just a guest from Alicante, Hwiyoung doesn’t have any obligatory classes like the rest of you since he probably learnt it all in the Academy already. However, Kasper being the strict trainer he is doesn’t care about that. You’re in the middle of a close combat training session when he shouts out loud:

“Hey you!”

Everybody’s head snaps towards him just to see that his attention is not on you but the passer-by at the door. Like a deer caught in headlights, the lanky guy points at himself in question, even mouthing a silent ‘me?’

“Yes, you. Come on in and show us the Idris way,” the trainer beckons him closer and you almost break out laughing because poor guy looks so out of place in his casual dark jeans and hoodie in the middle of the training room where everyone where’s either comfy baggy jeans or stretching pants. But he sets his mind to the task right away and wraps his fingers in the cloth we use for training to lessen the damage on the hands of both parties.

“Okay, you’re up against Y/N,” Kasper claps his hands that’s a signal for everybody whose name wasn’t called to take a seat somewhere safe and let the fight begin.

You’re not even surprised that you’re put against the new kid out of everybody because it’s probably your trainer’s way to get back at you for your sassy attitude when it comes to his classes. To be honest you just like to tease the instructor since you go way back. You have been lived here all your life, so you’re pretty much better than everyone except Kasper which means: these training are not quite a challenge for you.

You get ready, flexing your fingers but Hwiyoung just stands there with shoulders slump and a passive face.

“I don’t fight girls,” he tells your trainer and behind him the other shadowhunters exchange weird looks. What kind of stereotyping it is mistaken as the nobleness of a gentleman?

You see that Kasper is about to say something and the guy definitely waits for instructions from him but you don't like to be excluded of a conversation about you.

“To bad because I fight boys,” you say with a low chuckle and throw a punch into the general direction of Hwiyoung. Of course you don’t intend to hurt him, not on first try because that would be unfair to attack someone who isn’t ready. But he avoids your flying fist easily as id it was a piece of cake for him and jumps back to put some distance between you.

You try again but he keeps blocking your attacks. You can’t really get a hold of him and it frustrates you. You’re not prepared for the constant defence mode because demons and Downworlders tend to enjoy surprising shadowhunters with their dirty little tricks and to be honest you like the adrenaline rush of that.

“Don’t patronize me just because I'm a girl, I don’t need your fake concern,” you grit your teeth when you get close enough, so you can be sure nobody but Hwiyoung will hear it. To your pleasant surprise, he actually stills as if your request caught him off guard. He quickly recovers though and grabs your wrist before you could give him some painful hits in the stomach. He spins you around pinning you close to his own chest and you can hear the faded noise of your housemates' whooping.

“You don’t understand. In Idris, trainings are so much rougher, people get seriously hurt. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers and you can feel his breath fanning your ear. What’s more, with your hair high up in a ponytail his cheek smoothly brushes against yours which is kind of distractive. You’re not used to people you don’t know well being so close without you wanting to kill them.

“Try me,” you challenge the boy with determination set in your eyes. Bending your arms you pull it backwards in a quick, forceful motion and elbow the guy in the sternum mercilessly. “I'm not made of porcelain, you know.”

While Hwiyoung catches his breath with a hand on his stomach, you easily get out of his hold preparing your next move. But before you could even take a step, a hand grabs one of your knee’s back and yanks at it hard enough for you to fall on your butt on the mat. It certainly doesn’t boost your ego, so you act on what you learned: turn every situation to your advantage. You pull up both your legs and kicks Hwiyoung in the knee pads’ area strong enough to hear a light crack echo in the training. The guy stumbles backwards and you’re up in no time attacking him with quick and sharp hits. He blocks them just as effortlessly as before and it only takes one moment of your attention falter when the next thing you feel is the throbbing pain and the croppy smell of blood lingering in the air. You only notice the warm liquid streaming down your face later and the realization hits you hard.

“Oh what the heck! I think you broke my nose,” you hiss as you touch the sensitive bone and it aches.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry,” Hwiyoung hovers over you worried.

You can tell really didn’t mean it to happen. He couldn’t help that his blow voice so strong. You decided not to let him see how much it hurt to keep what’s left of your pride. You couldn’t be mad at him now since you were the one who insisted on fighting for real. You weren’t much if a whiner anyway and accidents like this happen every day in the practice room.

“Do you think this is the first time my nose got broken?” you raise a brow, arrogantly but then you frown. Fuck being badass, your mask falls as the pain registers with a stronger wave and you turn all pouty. “Because it is and it hurts.”

“Call Zuho,” Kasper orders someone on the sideline as they’re all gathering around you.

You complain that calling a warlock over a broken nose is too much but secretly you’re glad that he’s coming with his healing herbs to make you fine again in no time.

By the looks of it, Hwiyoung agrees.

The rest of the day is a blur, especially after the blue haired warlock makes you drink some kind of tea to numb the pain and basically everything else too. It’s dark outside and quiet in your room when you wake up to the sound of repeated knocking on your wooden door.

“Yeah?” you call out loud enough for the visitor to hear and when the door opens, it reveals the guy himself who broke your nose. He’s in casual sweatpants and dark circles under his moon-like eyes.

"Did I wake you?” he asks in a deep, hoarse voice resonating through the air like a nice autumn breeze.

“You should have thought about that before knocking, you know,” you mumble with a hint of a smile, then blink the sleepiness out of your eyes as you sit up in your bed pulling the warm sheets with you. You see Hwiyoung hesitating at the door, lingering, like he wants to say something but he isn’t sure he’s allowed to. He worries too much, you decide. “It’s okay, come in.”

"How is your nose?” he asks as he steps closer after pushing the door back but not quite shut close.

"A bit sore but fine. Really. Don’t sweat it. I’d rather get beaten up by you now then by a demon on the field,” you tell him and you mean it. You’re the one in fault anyway, if you weren’t that focused on attacking, you would have been able to block it.

“Still I’m sorry,” the boy insists, eyes so genuine it shocks you.

“No need but if that makes you feel better, I forgive you.”

It’s weird that Hwiyoung has always been so keen on avoiding you and now he’s right there in your room. He looks like he doesn’t belong there but he could. He would be a nice reading partner being much less of a talker than Olivia. Maybe one day he could even have his own place on your wall with pictures, too. The thought makes you blush, and you clear your throat to forget about it.

“Is there any progress on the demon thing?” you ask the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Not much. But I suspect a warlock behind all this,” he replies seemingly relieved by the topic change and his theory makes you curious. You pat the bed next to you gesturing him to sit down and not just stand awkwardly there.

“Tell me more,” you ask firmly and before you know it, the two of you talk about the investigation, chances and an entire conspiracy theory. You barely sleep that night but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As you get to know Hwiyoung a bit better, you can tell that despite his bravado while fighting he really is a bit shy, or at least has a hard time opening up to strangers. Next day you invite him to join you at breakfast and Chani, Olivia’s boyfriend is getting friendly with him pretty soon. The younger shadowhunter is telling him something about a video game that Hwiyoung doesn’t know about because they don’t have these kind of things in Idris and now Chani is determined to get him to play. Seeing Hwiyoung’s reserved but obvious enthusiasm too, you and your parabatai exchange a knowing glance. Boys.

After the nose incident, Hwiyoung joins the training sessions every other time and Kasper shots you an amused look every time you voluntarily pair up. You don’t get seriously injured anymore but that’s mostly because Hwiyoung teaches you in private all the tricks he learned in the capital. You’re still not as graceful as he is but you’re getting there. Even though Olivia is pouting because you don’t exercise exclusively with her, you can tell she’s just teasing and she’s glad that you found someone who matches your skills. (And she can train with her boyfriend anyway.) Out of the two of you it was always you who was the fighter, she was the best wit strategy and demon languages and runes. Speaking of which, Hwiyoung knows so many!

Still, the boy is just as mysterious as ever. He reminds you of constellation on the night sky that only show up partly or rarely. He’s always bright though, there’s just something about him, something shining no matter how humble he is.

The door chatters shut with a loud bang behind you pulling you out of your daydream. You tear your gaze away from the stars to get a look at the intruder. It’s only because of the clairvoyance rune on the back of your hand that you can make out his features even in the dark.

“Hey,” you wave a bit awkwardly and Hwiyoung scratches his nape.

“Hi… uh I didn’t know anyone was here, so I can–”

“You can stay,” you tell him in a gentle voice and turn back to the railing and the view of the city. It’s glamourous how it’s made of tiny lights in the vast darkness.

It takes a beat of silence and then the boy joins you by the edge of the rooftop and indulges in your stargazing session.

“It reminds me of Alicante. The open sky, the closeness of nature,” he says out of nowhere but what surprises you that there isn’t longing in his voice.

“Do you miss it?” you turn your head towards him finding solace in his calm features, the line of his brow, the strong jawline and the warm eyes.

“Not really,” he admits with a shake of his head. ”It’s always a fierce competition there, to be the best for the Clave. It’s tiring to strive for perfection all the time.”

You hum acknowledging it. Even your countryside institute feel the pressure of the Clave, so he must bear a great weight on his shoulders coming straight from the Academy.

“When you came here, you acted so off, I thought it’s because of homesickness,” you tell him but doesn’t admit the your very first thought was him being arrogant.

“No, it’s just I have never lived outside of Alicante and I’m not good with new places, new people.” Hwiyoung shrugs and well, that explains things. Like why he was so in awe at so many things the first time your group of friends went out to hunt together. “I’m actually thinking of doing my foreign training year here.”

“Really? That would be really cool!” you exclaim a little bit too loud and a little bit too quick because you don’t like to think of his inevitable leaving anyway. The possibility of him staying for a year more feels oddly like relief.

Hwiyoung lets out a shaky laugh. It’s like a beautiful melody.

“At first, I thought you hated me.”

He looks you in the eye, holds your gaze and you wonder how I could ever?

“Well, I might have a bit but it was more like envy. It’s childish but before you came I’ve been the best here,” the confession slips because he deserves to know.

A lot of things changed since then. You don’t think of yourself so highly, you have learnt there’s always something more to know about, more to practice and that you learn the best from someone better than you.

“You’re still the best,” Hwiyoung says so open and so honest that it shows how much he believes his own words. It leaves you astonished.

“I’d never defeat you in a fair fight,” you laugh thinking back of last time when you threw dirt in his face to be able to knock him out.

“I’m not talking about fights,” he adds quietly, averting his eyes. Suddenly you find his shyness adorable.

“Oh,” you let out a small sound and his gaze slowly follows the line from your neck to the jaw, stopping at your wide eyes.

Yeah, oh. The realization sweeps into you, mixes with your bloodstream, making your blood sing. There’s this boy looking at you like the stories say and in a world where everybody leaves, he would like to stay. Your breath stops short.

“Y/N…”

You bit into your lower lip knowing – hoping – what’s about to come and the answer to the question – yes yes yes – while in the soft voice you ask him to continue.

“Yeah?”

And then there’s laughing and stumbling and shouting in the staircase and the door opens just as loudly as before. Olivia and Chani poke their heads out but they came to an immediate halt as they notice you out there.

“Oops, it looks like it’s occupied,” your parabatai singsongs and drags her boyfriend back into the building without questions asked. You know you’ll get them later anyway.

You and Hwiyoung exchange an amused look and then burst out laughing.

The moment is gone. Only for now though because you’re sure there will be others.

#sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 imagines #hwiyoung imagines #sf9 fanfiction #hwiyoung fanfic #shadowhunters au #stories

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you-did-well-moon · 5 years

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Sf9 reaction to you showing no emotion and hating yourself

Type: Fluff/Angst more angst than anything

Warnings: self depreciation, depression. graphic imagery.

A/n: Wow, this hit really close to home for me. I’m a bit stoic and don't have the best self-esteem, but i’m glad I was able to write for these boys. I think all the boys would be upset, and some would definitely blame themselves. if you’re ever feeling like this please talk to someone, even me! You wouldn't be bothering me at all. Please don’t be afraid to talk to me or to request!!~Moon

Summary: You loved your boyfriend. Your love, your soulmate, your very soul. He was your everything, but lately you were tired. Not of him. Never of him; but you were getting tired of always trying your best only for it to never be enough. Tired of people defining you. Tired of the reflection looking back at you every morning. It was hard to smile. It was hard to cry. You were alive, but you weren’t living. You had grown to despise every curve, every inch, of your body. No matter what you did, you couldn't stop the feeling of disgust you felt at yourself. You felt sorry for yourself. You felt sorry for your boyfriend, who ended up stuck with someone like you.

Youngbin

Youngbin, lovely Youngbin who would bend backwards and take any bullet he had to for you. He would do anything for you, but lately he hadn’t seen much of you due to the latest comeback. Anytime he manage to see you, you didn't smile. These days, you only managed to meekly lift the corner of your lips. He noticed the blank look in your eyes, and he tried asking questions- but you always brushed him off.

He didn't want to push. He thought you just needed space. He would hug you and kiss your face trying to hear his favorite sound, your laugh, but you would always weakly return his affection before returning to your now normal stoic expression. He vowed he would get to the bottom of your situation when he finished with promotions, but he didn't have to wait too long.

You had come back from your shower to lay in bed, sleep never coming easily these days. You didn’t bother looking in the mirror knowing you wouldn’t like what you saw. You laid there surrounded by the soft blankets cocooning around you as if trying to console you. It seemed like hours had passed, your thoughts running rampant in your head chasing away any possibility of sleep.

When you heard the front door open and close you silently apologized to your boyfriend before closing your eyes and calming your breathing pretending to be asleep. He changed flopping onto the bed and sighing tiredly. He threw his hand around you pulling your body into his and quickly falling under the safe blissful blanket of sleep.

You closed your eyes desperation making you grimace as you pressed your face into his neck mouthing a apology and a “I love you” against his skin. Feeling shameful, you slipped out the bed. The pads of your feet made soft noises against the floor as you walked to the kitchen where you collapsed clutching your hand to your mouth trying to silence the sobs racking through your body. You couldn't continue to lay in his arms while lying to his face.

You leaned your head against the cupboard on the floor repeating the same words. “I hate myself”. Youngbin had felt you leave the warmth of his body, and had set out after you only to watch you break down with wide eyes as all the demons came out. He immediately slid down the floor with you murmuring an “I love you” for every “I hate myself”. He would get you to calm down and lead you back to the room. Youngbin wouldn’t sleep well for a few days, sometimes crying for the pain you had to go through.

Youngbin would be the member that felt the most guilty trying to get you to love yourself just as much as he loved you. He wouldn't push you to get help fearing pushing would break you. He was scared, and would have serious conversations with you about your feelings and struggles. He would also become a lot clingier initiating a lot of skin ship.

Inseong

When you were still friends, Inseong was awkward with you always blushing, and even when in a romantic relationship with you, he had his moments. As time went on, he would grow more comfortable and the awkward moments would decrease as he found it easier to be himself around you. Then, you suddenly started distancing yourself from him, and he felt powerless to do anything about it.

You wouldn't laugh at his jokes, and you always seemed to zone out leaving him to talk to himself. Inseong could never come close to naïve. He knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what, and he didn't know how to fix it. This would leave him staring at your retreating form longingly wishing he could be braver to just ask.

You were waiting for him sat in one of the waiting rooms while he played his part as the witty playful MC he usually was. You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair tiredly looking at your lover have fun from one of the TVs placed in the waiting room. You looked at his smiling face with shame clouding your chest.

You felt like you had failed him. You felt like you had failed yourself. You felt like you had failed everyone. You hung your head curling into yourself while catching your reflection in one of the mirrors. You scoffed at your pathetic appearance finding it disgusting you were feeling bad for yourself instead of supporting your boyfriend.

You had no idea the show was coming to a close as you stood up glaring at your reflection. “Why? Why do you have to be so selfish? Why can't you think of someone else but yourself for once? Why do you have to be so worthless?” You asked yourself these questions with clenched teeth and a scowl tugging at your lips tears blurring your vision not knowing Inseong had entered the room and heard everything.

He would stand there with a slack jaw not knowing what to say as it finally became clear what was wrong with his girlfriend. He would call out your name with a small voice and shush you while stroking your hair when you would apologize sobbing into his chest.

Inseong wouldn't say anything about it for a while trying to come up with ways to make you feel better. He would draw you and point out everything he loved about you. He would use his creativity to the best of your his abilities making a jar full of the reasons he loved you. Inseong would find a way to slowly build you up to getting help, and he would be so proud of you when you eventually did. Even when you told him you weren’t ready, he would smile and nod telling you he understood.

Jaeyoon

It was hard to hide anything from him when your relationship was really open meaning you knew each other in and out, but being an idol meant you had practice pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t. Jaeyoon, loving Jaeyoon, even if you were the best actress, he could still see right through you. Jaeyoon is the type to have traced over your features again and again never getting tired of the view of his girlfriend, so when you started faking more and more of your smiles or laughter he knew.

Jaeyoon would have to watch you fake your feelings until you eventually showed no emotion at all tired from the constant effort of putting on a mask. Jaeyoon watched it all happen with a broken heart and a sad smile. He would smile at you as if knowing nothing, but he tried pushing you into telling him what was wrong slowly backing you into a corner. When you wouldn’t give up your false pretense, he grew frustrated. He just wanted to see your eyes light up again with the gleam of a real smile when your heard one of his jokes.

You and Jaeyoon were sitting on the couch watching a movie your legs splayed over his lap as his hands traced lines across your thighs with his head leaning on your shoulder hair tickling your neck. It was a weird scene. The movie was a comedy, but the only laughter filling the room was Jaeyoon’s.

Your face remained blank eyes glassy not a single sound coming from you. Every time something funny happened Jaeyoon would look at you waiting for you to smile, laugh, anything. Every time he grew disappointed until he finally sighed opting to get a glass of water before he turned to shaking the answer out of you.

When he left, you would look at the smiling faces of the characters on the screen with pursed lips. “I wish I could be that happy, but I just had to go and ruin everything for myself. Like you always do, you don’t deserve to be happy.” Jaeyoon heard everything. The slam of a cup against the counter made you gasp looking at your lover currently fuming with what seemed a fire coming straight from hell roaring in his eyes.

He would explode sarcastically asking you questions like, “Why does anyone deserve to be happy? It’s not like you have a boyfriend to tell your feelings to right?” He slowly advanced on you sarcastically rambling before stopping and staring at you. He’d grab your hand placing it on his chest and leaning his forehead on your shoulder. “You listen here and you listen good. You deserve happiness just as much as any person.” He would make you repeat his words until he eventually dragged you to bed. Laying in bed he would repeat the same words against the crown of your head.

Jaeyoon would be mad. Not at you. At himself. How could he not notice his soulmate suffering to such an extent? He would be a bit disappointed at you for not telling him how you felt, but he tried to put those feelings aside trying to understand you more. Jaeyoon sung the cheesiest songs to you when falling asleep, and smile at you brightly waiting until the day you would smile back. On the days you felt bad he let you rant to him as he nodded along stroking your hair and face. I don’t think he would have the heart to push you into getting help, but would urge you to if he felt like you weren’t getting any better.

Dawon

Sanghyuk is already a confrontational and curious person, so when the love of his life would slowly start losing emotion and distancing themselves, those qualities increased tenfold. He would narrow his eyes and ask you what’s wrong scoffing when you told him nothing because something was clearly wrong. He’s one that would get pushy from the second he noticed you not acting like your normal self continuously draping himself on your body like an oversized cat and asking you what was wrong.

Sanghyuk would be one to try and annoy the answer out of you because how can he help you fix your problem when he doesn't know what the problem is. Along with annoying you there was the moments where he looked right into your eyes and sincerely asked what was going on eyebrows furrowing when you denied everything.

You were visiting Sanghyuk at dance practice as the idol group took a break from their tiring choreography trying to regain some of their energy. You were sat on the couch with Sanghyuk sat on the floor back leaning against your legs, and the other members spread out throughout the practice room conversing with each other.

You wouldn’t pay much attention to the boy’s conversation trying hard to avoid your reflection on the mirror and zoning out. Then, Sanghyuk would be Sanghyuk and start teasing you, but you had been having a particularly bad day. Without meaning to your inner thoughts would spill out of your mouth. “It’s not like I don't already hate myself enough.”

All conversation would halt, and you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Sanghyuk tilted his head back to look at you with a bewildered expression spluttering when you hastily pushed him away. You excused yourself to the restroom scolding yourself for letting something you've been trying so hard to hide be so open. Your shaking hand reached out to open the door, but the door didn't open very far before a hand closed it.

Looking back, you would see Sanghyuk with a strained smile eyes a bit crazed. “You don't really hate yourself, do you?” When you didn't answer, his smile slowly disappeared setting into a grimace, and his eyes shone with unshed tears. He tugged you into his embrace shaking his head against your shoulder not being able to believe you saw yourself in such a negative light. That night he would cling on to you as if afraid you would disappear.

Sanghyuk would be in denial, but it wouldn't take too much for him to accept it. He would be heartbroken, but he tried his best to help you. He would scream all the reasons he loved you from a rooftop for all to hear if he had to, and he would set up little goals for you. One of his goals would be to try to get you to laugh or smile at least once a day, and he would lock you into his embrace telling you his corniest jokes until you laughed. Sanghyuk would definitely be one to encourage you to get help asking you every single day if you refused the day before.

Zuho

Juho wouldn't really be one to notice you acting unusual right off the bat. He would eventually take note of the shadows hiding in the irises of your eyes, but he wouldn't know how to bring it up. Juho would become so frustrated because you constantly pushed him away. He would be really emotional, but he forced himself to keep it in. Juho can only take so much before it builds up and pours out like a broken dam. It happened when he was trying to question you, and you kept brushing him off.

Desperation would win over, and he broke down in tears begging you to tell him what’s wrong. He just wanted so badly to help you, to help ease your pain, and you were making it hard. Juho would become a bit closed off from then on not knowing if he was making anything better but being terrified of making things worse. He learned to wait for when you came to him instead whether it would be for physical affection or emotional support it didn't matter. He never turned you away.

You were visiting him at the studio having heard his distressed voice over the phone. He had looked stressed when you first came in, but he looked a bit more relived with you now by his side. You had sat yourself on his lap ignoring the voices that whispered you were too heavy, and you were currently running your hands through his hair hoping it would take some weight off his shoulders.

Giving him your brightest smile you told him he should take a nap to catch up on hours of lost sleep, and he could only agree with a small nod of his head and a tired hum that you felt thrum through his chest from your place on his lap. Getting up so he could stand up, you followed him to the small couch in the corner of the room tucking a blue star dotted blanket around him. It didn’t take much time for your boyfriend to fall asleep. You brushed his hair away from his forehead before walking away and sitting down on his studio chair.

You sighed taking a look at the picture of you and Juho that he has set up on the desk. Your heart felt heavy as you took the picture your eyes only staring at your smiling face. “I wish I could love myself, love myself enough to not cringe every time I see myself in a picture....love myself enough to be happy” Your hand would go to place the picture facing down. Instead. you jumped when another hand closed around your wrist setting the picture upright like how it was supposed to be.

Tilting your head back you were met with Juho leaning over you with pained eyes, and you felt his hand start to shake. He spun your chair around before falling to his knees placing his head on your lap. His other hand came up to clutch at your other hand as his voice broke from his place on your lap. He wouldn't even be able to form proper sentences having to stop and sniffle or clear his throat before pleading with you to just let go. Let go of your stubbornness and tell him everything. You’d rake your fingers through his hair whispering against the crown of his head about just how worthless you felt.

I personally think Juho would be the member to be the most emotional over this. The other members would try to put up a strong front for you trying to be a source of strength for you, but Juho wouldn't hesitate to cry with you. Juho made a special song for you about everything he loved about you, and he’d make you listen to it memorizing the lyrics, melody, rhythm, beat he created just for you. When he saw you having a hard time, he would embrace you singing the song or humming the melody into your hair. If he just wanted to make you smile, he’d tap to the beat of the song, and everyone would think you were crazy for smiling like idiots at seemingly nothing. Juho is definitely one to push you to get help, but he would do so somewhat awkwardly. Like he made sure to walk past the building on the way back from dates just waiting for the day you’d tug him in that direction finally ready to do what you needed for yourself.

Rowoon

Seokwoo didn't even have to ask what was wrong before he was right at your side trying to make you feel better. He wouldn't hesitate to smother you in cuddles and kisses clutching your body tight to his. When he’d see your eyes blank and empty, he would immediately tread with caution. He’d be very careful not to say something that might upset you. At first, he teased you seeing what reaction you gave him.

If you smiled, Seokwoo would make it through his day with a big smile on his face knowing he bought your mood up when it was down. If you gave him a negative reaction or no reaction at all, he’d apologize immediately. He wouldn't ask what was wrong right off the bat. He gave it some time and monitored you closely. If he did ask about your odd behavior, he only asked once. He become a lot clingier when he noticed you acting like this believing that just by being near you, you would open up to him.

You thought agreeing to come with the group for a little fun day where they played games and grilled meat would take your mind off things. Distract you from the voices that kept echoing in your head reminding you of the emptiness residing in your chest. In the end, you only ended up making things worse for yourself making messes that the others had to clean up. Like always. When you tried to help Rowoon at the grill, you accidentally zoned out making your boyfriend trip and burn himself on the grill. It wasn't a severe burn, but you had to sit down after that.

Even though he wasn't mad at all, you felt bad saying sorry even after a long time had passed. When the boys were playing soccer. and you accepted Seokwoon’s invitation to play, you kept kicking the ball too hard resulting in one of the boys having to chase after it. You even kicked the ball so hard you hit Chani. The amount of times you kept messing up slowly started to weigh in on you making your energy and effort quickly deplete.

It seemed like there was no end to your bad luck. After the 17th time of kicking the ball too far, you excused yourself smiling falsely when the boys tried reassuring you. You sat at the table picking at the leftover meat trying to calm yourself down, but it was no use. It wasn't long before you were tilting your head back in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You laughed humorlessly. “Great going me, messing everything up like always...not doing anything right” You didn't hear Seokwoo coming to check up on you trying to make sure you weren't upset after leaving the field.

You only heard the breathless call of your name. In Seokwoo’s mind, there was no time to be shocked or scared. He wouldn't hesitate to take you into his arms running his hand though your hair. His lips would tremble as he pressed them to the crown of your head. He wouldn't even tell the members he was leaving hurrying you into the vehicle you had come in. Silence would fill the car, but once you got home he sat you down sincerely asking to tell him everything. He kept a hand on you wanting to give any kind of comfort he could.

Seokwoo would want nothing but for you to see you the way he saw you, but he knew that strayed far from reality. He wouldn't be sacred to sit you down at random periods of the day to have serious conversations with you about how you were doing. He could never get tired of taking care of you, but would also encourage you to try taking care of yourself. He never hesitated in praising you when you told him you were doing better hoping you weren't lying. Seokwoo did constantly ask you to get help, but he wouldn't do it very often only giving a soft nod and smile if you refused. When you did get the courage to get help, he’d throw a party just between the two of you paired with a celebratory dinner.

Taeyang

When you started distancing yourself from Taeyang, both emotionally and physically, he was terrified. Taeyang hasn't had much experience in dating, so he didn't know if he did something wrong to warrant you putting distance between each other. He didn't know whether to ask you what was wrong or give you the space you seemed so desperate to get. He was clueless and confused not knowing what to do or how to handle the situation you guys were in. Eventually, the dancer was able to figure out he wasn't the one who had wronged you.

The world did. Society did. Taeyang found himself no longer being terrified of something he had done wrong. Instead, he feared for you. There were so many questions he was too scared to ask. Who wronged you? Were you hurt? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Taeyang had to force himself to push all those questions deep down. He would find his own way to comfort you. At random times of the day, he reached out to you or called out your name saying something along the lines of, “You know I'm here for you right?”

You and Taeyang were out on a date. As soon as Taeyang had the opportunity for a free day he seized his chance choosing to spend the day with you. He wanted to try to cheer you up since you hadn't been acting like yourself recently. He thought your mood would have surely gone up, but there was no difference no matter how many of your favorite things he presented to you. When you ate your favorite food, you simply pushed it around the plate with your utensil.

When you walked along your favorite part of town, you avoided all the windows zoning out for most of the walk. When he offered to go watch your favorite movie, you shrugged telling him you could do whatever he wants. Taeyang was getting so desperate, and he was close to being bought to his knees at your feet. He just wanted you to smile. He just wanted to see your eyes light up again. He almost lost it when he held your hand, and you didn't grip his instead letting your hand be limply carried by his. Taeyang eventually took you into a jewelry store wanting to buy you something special.

You wouldn't be too interested, but you would humor him. He found a bracelet that wasn't too flashy, but it still had diamonds inscribed in it. You looked down at it unimpressed muttering, “It doesn't look good, I’m not good enough to wear this” You didn’t think your sad whisper had been heard by Taeyang. He heard it loud and clear. He couldn't react how he wanted just yet. Handing the bracelet to a store employee and apologizing he quickly pulled you out of the store. The walk home consisted of his breath coming shorter and ragged, and his pace would grow faster.

When you guys made it back to your apartment, he turned on you with wide terrified eyes. His shaking hands reached out to you fluttering around your body but never touching you as if afraid. Instead, his hands ran trough his hair trying to calm himself down and stop the tears hugging the corner of his eyes. He would sit you down on the couch, and his voice shook as he asked you what had been going on with you. He encouraged you to cry relived you were showing emotion. Taeyang wouldn't get off of that couch until he was assured even a little weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Taeyang would have more fear than sadness. He was more horrified your own head would turn that badly against you. I think he’d try to make you feel better by distracting you from the things that bought down your mood. He would encourage you to dance with him, take walks in the park, or go into thrift stores to see what kind of wacky and unique clothes found their way into your hands. If you didn't feel like going out, Taeyang wouldn't mind it at all. Time with you was precious no matter how you spent it. Of course he’d give you time to yourself, he just couldn't ignore the little jumps his heart did when you didn't answer a text or a call. He wouldn't push you to get help, but when you did, he’d give you a little gift. The bracelet you had thought you weren't good enough for with “keep going” inscribed in the inside of the jewelry.

Hwiyoung

When you started distancing yourself from Youngkyun emotionally, he wouldn’t know what to do but distance himself too. It hurt him of course it did. He needs assurance that the relationship is going well, so when you put up walls around yourself, he didn't have enough courage in the relationship to try breaking then down. The boys would constantly push him to talk to you, but he would have to gain enough courage by himself. He’d sit down and really think about how much you meant to him. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from having doubts, but he would also be reminded of how much brighter his life became when you entered it.

How many reasons he had to smile...to laugh...to fight. Youngkyun is young, but he’s hopeful. It’s easy for him to get doubts, but it isn't hard to for him to gain hope when he remembers what he’s fighting for. He walked home finding you on the couch, and he plopped himself next to you placing a hand on your knee. You’d get surprised because he hadn't really spoken to you the last couple of days. Seeing your questioning gaze, he smiled brightly at you before reaching a hand to the back of your neck and leaning your head on his shoulder. He hadn't said anything, but his message was loud and clear.

Youngkyun had managed to drag you to the gym with him. He didn't force you to do anything giving you the choice to sit and do work for college since he really just wanted to spend time with you, but you chose to work out with him. You had been sitting all day studying for exams, and you needed to stretch your limbs out. It had been a long time since you had worked out extensively, so you had to reach deep down to get motivation. In the end, you dug too deep, and the motivation was gained from negative thoughts and memories.

You were reminded of everything that had been bringing you down the past weeks, and you couldn't help yourself from succumbing to the tidal wave of darkness suddenly clouding your head. Every push up, every squat, every weight added to the dark fog clinging to the edges of your mind. You tried thinking happy thoughts, but the voices won, like they always do. You hadn't even noticed you were crying until you noticed your wet face in the mirror. You knew the droplets of water running down you face weren't sweat.

You could suddenly feel the eyes of all the other people in the gym boring into your back, and you didn't say anything to Youngkyun as you rushed into one of the small restrooms at the side of the gym. He was listening to music, so he didn't hear you when you left. He didn't notice until he turned around during one of his exercises, and you weren't there. He knew something was wrong. You would have told him you were going to the restroom. He noticed an elderly lady walking on the treadmill asking her if she saw the girl that had come with him only for fear to strike into his heart when she told him she had seen you running into the restroom crying.

Having her point to the restroom you had entered, he knocked not hearing anything but the soft click of the lock. He opened the door closing it behind him seeing you hunched over the sink. He called your name, and you hesitantly looked up. The look on his face when he met your broken gaze tipped you over the edge, and you started sobbing feeling disgusted with yourself. Youngkyun would also start sobbing not thinking about it at all when he threw his arms around you and let your bodies sink to the floor. You would choke out an apology, and he would shale his head furiously against your shoulder telling you with rattling gasps to never apologize for being human.

Now that Youngkyun knew what was wrong, he would never allow himself to put too much distance between him and you. He always told you to come to him if you ever felt down like that. If you didn't want to say anything, he would sit there with you playing with your hands as you calmed down. If you did feel like telling him, he cried with you reminding you that you weren't weak for feeling like this. He convinced you to let out all your emotions in other ways like kickboxing or painting. He mentioned reaching out for professional help, but it would always be in a casual manner not really pushing for it. He knew you’d get there when you got there.

Chani

While Chanhee would usually notice you acting unusually rather quickly, he took a bit longer because of activities as both an idol and actor. He didn't really have time to be thinking of anything else but keeping himself healthy. When he did notice your stoic behavior, he’d take a lot of time thinking about how long you’d been like this. It wouldn't take much for him to ask what was wrong. Chanhee immediately ruled out the possibility of you being mad at him because you always had told him when you did have a problem with him.

He doesn't have a lot of experience, but he was able to push past that because you were someone he greatly adored and loved. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he asked causally and calmly. If you kept your guard up and brushed him off, he would keep pushing you now knowing there was something severe at hand. He felt like your mentality and emotions were not something to be kept hidden just because you felt like it was better to keep them vailed. He didn't want to take any chances and was hesitant in letting you go without answering the question.

You didn't visit Chanhee when he was on set many times, but you hadn't seen him in weeks and felt like it would be enough to just see his face. He didn't even notice when you entered the production room. He didn't notice you when he took a break. He didn't notice you when he was talking with his female co-stars, and your hands clenched around the arms of the chair you were sitting on. He never noticed. You could have called out to him, but your mouth felt like it was glued shut with the insecurities circling around in your head. Who were you to disrupt him when he was doing his job.

No one. You were no one. Eventually one of Chanhee’s male co-stars recognized you coming to greet you, and you gave him the food you had bought having the actors in mind. “Wow y/n, thanks, Chanhee didn't even tell us you were here.” You could only manage a tight-lipped smile in his direction as you briskly walked into an empty dressing room. Dumping your bag by the door, you didn't even think about locking the door as you threw yourself onto one of the chairs.

Chanhee saw his male co-star coming up to him with a bag of food in his hands and a cheerful smile. “I didn't know y/n was here.” Chanhee would feel his heart drop. He managed a small smile going to one of the staff and asking how long you had been there. The short girl shrugged saying it had been too long to remember. At this point, Chanhee felt cold hands squeezing his heart. He asked where you had gone, and he saw the way she shifted uneasily pointing towards one of the dressing rooms. He didn't stay to hear if she had anything else to say now slightly feeling guilty for not seeing you earlier, but he hoped you would understand.

Opening the door, and he could see that you hadn't understood as well as he had hoped. In fact, you were well past that point. Looking into the mirror listing every single thing that made you not good enough, continuously running your hands though your hair and bringing strands of it with you. Chanhee stood there trying to process the image of a person he did not know. He had never seen you so broken before. You had never allowed him to see you this broken. He then gathered you up in his arms hushing you as he whispered words of affirmation into your hair trying not to let his own tears fall.

After that, Chanhee would give you and himself space to think. Not about ending your relationship, but about how he should treat the relationship. He was confused, and he would ask his members as well as do some research. He eventually came back to you with a light smile on his face and a hand clasped around yours. What moved you the most was that Chanhee still acted and treated you the same. He was a bit more careful, but he didn't treat you like you were made of glass. You were the still the same person he fell in love with, and it would remain that way no matter what. He would also be one to ask you to get help, but he wouldn't push you too much.

Reminder

What you have done and what you will do matters in this world. You matter. You are worth it. There is only one of you, and you are important and capable no matter what. You are human, and that's okay. It’s okay to not be okay, and it’s ok to be scared. You are more than what people label you as, and even if you don't know who you are, that's okay too. My ask box is always open, my messages are always open, and if you think you’d bother me, YOU WOULDN’T. I’m always here if any of you want to talk!!

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SF9 React! S/o gets sick because they ran to them with wet hair

A/N: I went a bit crazy and wrote all of them as drabbles~ It took a lot of time writing all 9, so I hope you enjoy~~

Word Count: around 3k all together~ Warnings: None!

Youngbin

When Youngbin had called you over to his practice room, he didn’t expect the sight before him. You had been so excited by the chance of seeing your handsome boyfriend that you completely forgot about the fact you just finished a shower. Throwing on whatever clean clothes you could get your hands on first, you ran, forgetting the bundles of wet strands falling loosely around the air. Needless to say, when he saw your wet hair dropping into your eyes as you bent over gasping for air with a dopey smile, he was worried. “Y/N- ah, you didn’t have to rush this much- what if you’ll be sick?” “I won’t”

Not even two days passed and Youngbin’s premonition came to be. You were stuck in bed with a cold, shivering even though you were covered in all the blankets you owned. The second Youngbin caught on (which was pretty much instantly), he visited you with a stern ‘I told you so’ look plastered over his face. He expressed nothing but worry and offered to make you porridge, taking you into his arms after you ate. Using the opportunity to watch movies you both were interested in, and cuddle. Would be more cuddly than usual, probably feeling at fault for your cold. Youngbin’s last worry was catching the cold from you, you were a priority after all.

“It’s okay Y/N-ah, let’s just stay like this.”

Inseong

You knew Inseong was staying late in the practice room, recently all your conversations strayed into his anxious rambles about falling behind and disappointing his team. You knew he was a hard worker and supported his choice of putting in extra effort, even if it meant sacrificing some of your together time. However, when you received a message shortly past 6am, your morning shower time, your thoughts flooded in worry.

From: Youngbin

Hey Y/N, did Inseong stay the night at yours? He should get back before 8am.

Alarm bells set off in your mind; did he not leave the practice room at all? Abandoning the towel around your head, you grabbed a bag with your basic essentials, locked your front door and ran, the urgency and adrenaline pushing you to hurry. You found him asleep on the cold floor in the corner of the room, trying to swallow the building anger and fear, you approached him. He didn’t need to push himself this much.You knelt down beside him, your presence stirring him to awareness. “Idiot what are you doing pushing yourself so much” you whispered gently slapping his shoulder. He blinked a few times trying to confirm you really were there. “Who really is the idiot- your hair is wet and you are sweaty all over.”

To nobody’s surprise, you both caught a cold. While Inseong felt bad you were sick, you were happy he was forced to take a break by his company. Spending your time together cuddling, reading magazines, ordering takeout (that you couldn’t really eat because you lost appetite) and chatting about anything and everything. Listening to him talk was always interesting, he was so well-versed in many things, but together you were just idiots in love.

“Hey, Y/n are you listening? Do you still feel cold?”

Zuho(Juho)

Juho sent you a text out of the blue, to come to meet him at their practice room. He usually didn’t text you during the day, so you were beyond surprised. You started walking to the appointed place, it was a 20-minute walk which would be fine on any other day. Halfway into your stroll, you were caught by a sudden downpour. Without an umbrella, and past the point of returning for one, you dashed towards the building which held your boyfriend's practice studio. Slightly embarrassed by your soaking figure, you made way to the basement searching for practice room B4, making little puddles every few steps. You heard the music and their feet clacking against the wooden surface, knowing they were in the middle of their routine you decided to wait outside. Once the music was paused, you entered the room with a shy smile on your face. All eyes were on you, all wide in shock but Juho’s, who’s crinkled into a frown. He paced towards you and gently grabbed you by the wrist pulling you out of the room. “Here use my towel, and take my jumper at least” he sighed “I wanted to see you, but I hope you won’t get sick.”

“Baek Juho” you spat between fits of blowing your nose “you jinxed it.” The only reply was a soft chuckle and a promise of nurturing you to health. He searched for different home remedies on his phone and insisted that you try all of them. Insists that kisses will help you recover, and uses any excuse to cuddle into you. “You’ll catch it too” you groaned. “Not if I kiss your forehead- or your cheek- or your neck- or your shoulder” he replied planting kisses. Rolling your eyes you accepted his affection and wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head against his chest, listening to every breath and every beat of his heart. Juho smiled and tapped his fingers up and down your back, you knew he’d tease you once you felt better.

“Y/n-ah, please check the weather next time..”

Rowoon(Seokwoo)

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his group mates with a lunch you made. As you wrapped up your carefully prepared food, you cast nervous glances out the window. The weather was still dry but clouds pooled into dark splotches. Nevertheless, the forecast claimed there will be no rain today and the studio was a short walk. With everything packed, you set out with a chirp to your step just imagining their happy faces. Thoughts of their hard work before their comeback kept you busy, failing to take notice of the drizzle that began to fall. It’s just a drizzle, it should be fine, or so you thought. By the time you reached the 10 story building, your hair was completely wet and so was most of your clothes. You cursed the fact you deemed the umbrella unnecessary and the fact that the heavy package made it impossible to quicken your pace. Clawing the door open with one hand, you unsteadily stepped into the practice room. Seokwoo saw your state in the mirror and quickly rushed out of his position to help you. The music was paused by Taeyang, and Seokwoo cast a curious glance between your wet state and large bag you held and quickly helped you with it. “Y/N-ah, you should text me, did you carry this all the way here?” You shot him a cheerful glance “It wouldn’t be a surprise that way.”

The warm atmosphere of that day, unfortunately for you turned into a cold. Sending him a quick text explaining you can’t meet up because of your cold, you dozed off with a wet rag on your head. You were woken from your nap with a brisk knocking on your door, scrambling around to open it you found your tall boyfriend greeting you. He was a sight to behold- equipped with gloves and a facemask holding two bags. You burst into laughter at his heedful appearance, he wrapped you in a quick hug, then guided you back to bed. Seokwoo gathered all the scattered tissues and threw them in a bin. Replacing your cloth, he gave you a hot water bottle, medicine, and your favorite snack. “I can’t get sick because of my schedules, but I’m more than happy to get you anything you need” he sighed at his helplessness. “It’s more than enough, thank you Seokwoo,” you replied quietly.

“Get some rest baby, I’ll watch over you, so sleep comfortably.”

Jaeyoon

You had a runny nose all week and wished that the cold would just hit you already and you could get over it. As a side effect, you avoided Jaeyoon, not wanting him to catch whatever-this-was. Jaeyoon, on the other hand, was texting you more than usual. Most of his messages included “I miss you” or a pouting selfie, he was trying anything to convince you to hang out. You explained countless of times that you are coming down with a cold, and didn’t want him to catch it. But he prevailed coaxing you like a child to meet him. Unable to refuse the man you loved, you jogged over to their dance studio. You were mildly sweaty, but it didn’t make you stand out at the studio where being sweaty is a given. You entered the usual practice room and found everyone but Jaeyoon. You questioned his whereabouts and the surprised boys filled you in. Jaeyoon is stuck at the dorm. With a cold. You smirk at the irony. Jaeyoon didn’t want to worry you, and didn’t let you know, but was restless to the point of flooding your inbox with messages. You borrowed Youngbin’s keys and dashed over to their dorm.

You made an herbal tea for the both of you and snuggled into the blanket burrito. While checking his temperature you checked your own, and it was going up. Jaeyoon was immaturely grinning at you “So, I guess we can spend some days together. What do you want to marathon?” You chuckled at the purity of your boyfriend, he made a good situation out of this. You took turns taking care of yourselves; massages, forehead kisses, changing wet rags, making more tea and the list went on. Saying you both were thrilled to be sick together, is an understatement. The members found you both tangled in each other's arms, asleep, warming each other up.

“Mmm you’re so warm, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Dawon (Sanghyuk)

You have plotted revenge against Sanghyuk for the past week. His attitude towards you has gotten too confident, doing things just to make you blush and snap a picture of your face. Oblivious to the war he started, you knew Sanghyuk was practicing with his members till late (Chani was your partner in crime keeping tabs on him.) You snuck into their practice building, two water guns loaded at your side under your inconspicuous jacket. You were about to enter the practice room until you heard a low murmur behind you. Before you managed to turn to face him, Sanghyuk grabbed one of your water guns and attacked the back of your head. You attempted to fight back shooting with the other, but hitting a passing trainee. Sanghyuk cackled, his eyes morphing into perfect crescent shapes. You felt the heat flush your face, and you ran home muttering apologies to the trainee as you passed by.

Sanghyuk expected you’d get sick, and visited you a few days after the incident. He knocked on your door, hands up in the air, a shopping bag hanging off his left. “Truce for today baby, I know you’re sick” Sanghyuk pleaded through the door. (Activate caring boyfriend Sanghyuk™). Would do all those things he did prior just to make you blush, but in a gentle caring way. Would be up for cuddles not being worried about being sick, he would do his best to make you laugh, or smile at least. Makes sure you are warm, and taking your medicine, purses his lips together at you if you say you don’t have an appetite. “Maybe attacking me with water in the middle of Fall wasn’t the greatest idea” he whispers teasingly. “I wanted to cool your confident attitude” you replied with a grin. At this he flushed, you were just so cute he couldn’t help but tease you.

“A-anyway you should take your medicine now, Y/N-ah.”

Taeyang

Knowing your boyfriend was busy preparing for a comeback with his group, you didn’t see each other often. He needed all the rest he could get, after all those hours of dancing and singing. You sent each other daily texts, filling each other on how your day was. Usually, you sent your text first, and he would reply at late hours of the night. Today, however, he texts you earlier, before you even got home. His text was short and simple;

From: Taeyang♡

Hun, I miss you :( come to the studio, let’s dance~ ^3^

Reluctantly, you made your way to the basement of the 10 story building. You couldn’t deny missing him, but you worried about him. The second you opened the door, he ran happily towards you wrapping you in a sweaty hug (not that you cared). “I’m so glad to see you, I suddenly have so much energy” he sprang around in joy, pulling you into the center “let’s warm up.” You spent the rest of the day dancing (he worked up a duette dance for you because he is a sucker for cute couple things) and gave you a teaser to the song and dance they’ve been preparing. Time flew so quickly while you were together, you cursed this as you ran out of the studio, covered in sweat close to midnight, aware that you had an appointment in 9 hours.

A week later, you came down with a cold. You faced a huge dilemma whether or not to tell Taeyang; on one hand, you knew they just started their comeback and were busy, on the other you knew he’d be mad that you didn’t let him know. With a sigh, you decided against telling him, and to your dismay realized you had no medicine. Wrapping yourself up in a thick coat, puffy scarf, and a beanie, you headed out to the nearest store. While browsing the shelves for snacks (equally as important as medicine), your stomach sank when realized you didn’t check your social media. You heard a few excited whispers and screams, as Hwiyoung, Chani and Inseong walked into the store. You ducked in the snack aisle, hoping they wouldn’t recognize you. Risking a peak, Chani instantly caught your eyes, recognizing you and slipping away to approach you. His grin-filled “hey” quickly disappeared when he noticed your red nose. “Please don’t tell Taeyang, you guys are too busy,” you whisper-begged. He only frowned and shot you a wink before he left your side. Near the evening you got a panicked knock on your door, Taeyang appeared, more concerned than mad. “Tell me next time” he whined, ruffling your hair. He definitely felt guilty for keeping you at the studio till late, for not being able to be there for you as much as he wanted, and for not being a reliable enough boyfriend you could confide in (which you instantly countered, knowing he’d feel this way). He would do his best to support you and visit you daily, even if for a short time. You would be the one to ban him from close contact, prioritizing his schedules (otherwise he’d hug you all the time)

“Y/N-ah, one hug won’t make me sick”

Hwiyoung(Youngkyun)

You had a date with your adorable boyfriend Youngkyun, which meant both of you were quite wrapped up in clothing. Hats, facemasks and your scarf (which barely passed since it was the end of summer). You decided to share a chocolate strawberry sundae, served with hot strawberry sauce. You fed each other bites between your conversations, despite attempting to hide your faces you could feel each other’s feelings radiating through those stares. Today, Youngkyun had to leave early because of a schedule he had. He pecked your cheek, put on his face mask and got up to pay, leaving you to finish your sundae in your own time. Lost in thought, recalling Youngkyuns deep brown eyes, you stared off into the distance until the waiter raised his voice. “Excuse me, but the man that just left, he forgot his wallet at the register” he spoke, holding the wallet out to you. Your eyes shot open wide, you knew Youngkyun had to purchase food for his teammates, as punishment for losing a game. You grabbed the wallet thanking the waiter and dashed out the door, hoping he didn’t reach the company building, it was the last place you could reach him. Running covered in your hat and scarf made your head sweat more than appreciated but you managed to detect him just before he reached the large glass door. “Youngkyun!!” you shouted, out of breath, “your… wallet.” He was concerned about you but was unable to reveal it in front of the gathered fans. He thanked you as if you were just a fan.

He called you on the same day, questioning if you returned home safe, if you warmed up, and to let him know if you got sick. So it didn’t surprise you that he was at your door within minutes once you called him you were sick. At first, he was a bit stiff, unsure of what he should do. On one hand, he wanted to help you but on the other, he knew he couldn’t get sick. You giggled at that, explaining he doesn’t need to do anything and that it is just a cold. But Youngkyun was a bit stubborn when it came to you, and set his mind on helping you somehow. You asked him to bring you some snacks and a hot chocolate, to which his eyes lit up as if he gained a new sense of direction. He would offer to run around doing errands for you and blow you kisses because he couldn’t kiss you. (He’s such an adorable puppy-like boy) He would leave you cute voice messages asking if you ate and how you felt, for all the times he couldn’t be with you.

“Hey *kissy noises* did you eat yet? It’s important you know- ah is your temperature down?”

Chani

You were out shopping for small ‘couple’ items, like bracelets or small pendants. Chani, as much as he hated admitting it, loved matching things with you, but they couldn’t be big or flashy for multiple reasons. He would want to wear his half of every single day, but if it was too obvious it would spark the interest of fans, and he would get unnecessary comments from his hyungs. Both things Chani would rather avoid. The morning was foggy one filled with rainfall, you kept dry under your umbrella. You found a cute matching charm of two angels and instantly thought of Chani. After a second you chuckled, he could easily pass as more of a devil than an angel. Satisfied with your purchase you decided to visit your boyfriend, surprising him with the new gift. A quick media check told you they had no schedules, which meant he was almost 100% in the dance studio. The walk to the studio was peaceful, there were only a few people out and the majority of noise was drowned in the rain, excluding the occasional cars. The building slowly appeared into sight, your heart quickened its pace making you smile. Sudden splash from the road caught you off-guard, a car sped through a puddle leaving you drenched from head to toe. You dashed into the building, hoping you could dry off in there. When Chani saw you, he couldn’t believe you. “How can you still get so wet with an umbrella?” he questioned in an amused tone, which darkened instantly when you explained what happened. “We are going to check the cameras” he growled in a low tone. He ignored your protests at first, but when he heard you sneeze, he attention snapped fully to you. “We need to get you dry first” he spoke firmly as he gestured you should follow him.

In the end, you forgot to give him the charm and caught a cold. You sent Chani a quick text, to which he replied with “I’ll visit you after practice- it will be late. Keep warm and rest”. He was trying to be cool, but you knew he was worried and you hoped he wouldn’t make too many mistakes because of you. You ended up falling asleep thinking of him. “Hey, did you eat?” his voice woke you and surprised you, “don’t tell me you really just slept all this time.” You glanced at your phone, it was 11p.m and you had about 20 missed calls and messages. “Ye-eah” you answered sheepishly. He quickly shuffled from his spot to the kitchen and brought you some simple sandwiches, hot chocolate and the medicine you forgot to take. After you ate, Chani shuffled in under the covers behind you, pulling your back into his chest. Normally he was shy about taking action with you, but with you sick, he felt more protective. He gently massaged you while keeping you warm. “Ah, Chani~ I forgot to give this to you,” you said proudly producing one of the two angel charms, pointing to your own attached to your phone. He grinned at it and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Thank you Y/N-ah, I can stay with you till you fall asleep again”

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