#hyunjin soft hours

[astraystayyh]

can i request hyunjin x touch starved reader?

sure you can!! fluff and a pinch of angst. newly established relationship.

You never really had a problem with not being held; with living your life without a hand squeezing your shoulder, or gentle fingers trailing down your spine. You got used to it- to patting your own back and holding your hand in the dark. 

That is until Hyunjin came into your life.

Suddenly your touch was no longer enough. You craved much more- you wanted Hyunjin to wrap himself around you, not letting go until all your years of feeling alone were erased from your memory, one by one. 

But you couldn't tell him this, you were scared he'd find you too intense, too clingy. You've only been dating for two months, yet your yearning for him was overwhelming you already. 

You were afraid that the line between loving him and suffocating him would blur, and that he'd want to leave. So, when he held your hand, you always let go first. And when he went to cradle your face, you quickly moved away. You didn't want to discover what would happen if you didn't. 

But today, all your efforts to keep him at arms length went down the drain.

Hyunjin came over after a week of not seeing you. And as soon as you opened the door, he pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. His head nestles in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him exhaling in relief, as if a huge weight is lifted off of him. His hand is on the back of your hair, smoothing it down gently. "Missed you," you hear him mumble, his breath tickling your skin, "missed you so much." 

"I missed you too," you smile, pulling away slightly from him, as you usually do, but this time he tightens his hold on you. 

You didn't know how much you needed someone not to let go of you until Hyunjin did it. 

You freeze in your place as he rocks you slowly from left to right, his arms still encircling your waist. His warmth seeps from his body to yours, filling your insides entirely. You feel your eyes well with tears, as you realize that Hyunjin likes touching you. That he finds comfort in it as well- by the way he's relaxing under your hold, his breaths coming out softly now. 

He's never hugged you for this long before, and you choke out a sob as he kisses your neck tenderly. "I missed hugging you," he whispers, pecking your bare skin once again. "I missed you," he repeats, trailing his hands up and down your arm, his shin now resting on your shoulder.

Your arms go limp by your sides as he pulls away from you, a wide smile on his face, only for it to disappear when he notices the tears in your eyes.

 "Baby?" he asks, confusion clearly painted across his pretty features. But then you see fear growing in his eyes, as he takes a step back away from you.

"Did you not want me to hug you? I'm so sorry I should've let go when you tried to pull away. I won't- I won't do it again. Please don't cry, I'm so-" You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his. You couldn't bare seeing the distraught look on his face anymore.

"Thank you for not letting go. I needed that so much," you whisper against his lips, your hands cradling his face gently. 

"Really? Then why were you crying?" he asks doubtfully, his eyes racking through your face for any sign of discomfort. 

"Because no one has ever held me as tightly before." You confess quietly, and Hyunjin's eyes soften at your words, his hand reaching up to rest on your own.

"You promise? I didn't make you uncomfortable?"

"You didn't, I promise you," you smile, wrapping your arms around him to further reassure him. He holds you to him instinctively, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

You both hug each other for a while, standing in the middle of your apartment, the sun rays streaming through your curtains basking you both in a golden glow. 

Hyunjin places his chin on the top of your head, and you further sink into his chest. He smells nice, immensely so, and you try to find a word to describe how you're feeling in this moment. But all the descriptions pale in comparison to the warmth cursing through your veins. 

You imagine that this is what butterflies feel when they finally emerge from their chrysalises. When the first breeze caresses their fluttering wings- a need satiated after a long time of waiting.

"I won't let go if you don't," you giggle, your feet growing tired from standing for so long.

"That's the plan, my love."

"We'll hug here all day then?" you grin, leaning a bit away so you'd be able to look at his face.

"Yes," he beams at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"It does," you smile, resting your cheek on his chest once again.

[mykoreanlove]

manifested

You were barely awake as you noticed the grip around your waist getting tighter. It was your boyfriend laying behind you, pulling you closer and nestling his head into your neck. He placed delicate kisses on your soft, warm skin while whispering beautiful things in your ear. You felt so giddy, so happy, so in love.

“Princess”, he whispered softly, “Are you awake?”

You didn’t answer but smiled brightly instead. You found his hand placed on your bare stomach covering you with safety and affection. You stroked the soft skin, starting with the back of his hand and ending with his long fingers.

Memories of where those fingers had been last night flooded your consciousness and made you shudder. You felt him grin into the back of your neck.

“I guess you are awake. Good morning, baby.”

You didn’t want to turn around as you were afraid of realizing that this was nothing but a dream. Just another session of your imagination that brightened up your life.

You had sucked at dating all your life – always being tossed aside by the guys you fell for. After a while you were consumed with your fears which resulted in you giving up dating altogether.

“Not everybody is going to leave you. Not everybody is going to cheat on you. Not everybody is going to use you for sex. Not everybody will leave you for someone else. Not everybody is a fuckboy, Y/N!”

Your friend’s words were prominent in your mind for a long time; however, you decided you couldn’t take the risk. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t believe in the possibility of her words being true. Being convinced that no guy on this planet would ever want you – really want you –  was burned into the core of your whole being.

But what if an imaginary boy could?

You often daydreamed about him, just for fun. Imagining being with the one that truly loved you made you feel better, so you kind of turned your imagination into your own real world.

In here, everything was peachy. You had no idea how you did it but the most handsome guy on mother earth fell for you. He was tall, slim yet muscular and moved with vigor. He was in his early twenties, just like you. He had piercing dark eyes, a distinctive nose and full lips. His porcelain skin was flawless and perfectly accentuated by his long, black hair. Since you enjoyed him so much in your daydreams you even gave him a name – Sam.

Ever since inventing Sam nothing was the same for you. Hand-crafting the perfect man made you happy, seen and appreciated. You finally had the feeling that you were truly wanted for all that you were. Every day you spent lots of moments in your head imagining what it would be like to really date him.

After waking up you would place your arms around yourself and imagine it was him hugging you, wishing you a good morning.

While pouring black coffee into your favorite mug you imagined him standing next to you smiling brightly. “Here”, he handed you some sugar, “to make the coffee as sweet as you, y/n.”

During your daily walks you’d imagine him with you, holding your hand and stroking your thumb while chatting with you.

And at night, when you were left with your dirty thoughts and desperation, you imagined it were his lips on your clit sucking, instead of the pink sex toy you bought ages ago.

After a while your inner world felt so true to you, so real, that you actually felt like a different person. You were no longer y/n, single and desperately afraid of heartbreak, but y/n, happily partnered with the love of her life.

Naturally, you showed up different in the world. You had that glow, that aura, that only people who are fresh in love had to offer. You oozed confidence and fulfillment, no longer looking for someone to complete you.

Everybody noticed the change in you and approached you differently: your friends loved your sudden wholeness and congratulated you on being your best self, past lovers popped up and found their way into your DMs, begging for another chance as well as random strangers who asked you out on the street.

You rejected them all – in your head you were happily partnered to Sam. Your loyalty belonged to Sam.

Until one day you were out enjoying some pancakes when you were approached by a guy that resembled your imaginary boyfriend a bit too much.

“You might think I’m crazy and I probably am, but I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I saw you, I had to come and talk to you. It’s like.. I feel like I am magically drawn to you. I’m Hyunjin by the way.”

This was definitely odd, but you didn’t think he was crazy at all. You felt it, too. You shared an intimate connection even though you had never met. Being with Hyunjin felt natural, comfortable – as if you had been doing it all the time.

You forgot your fears about dating and heartbreak – in fact, they never made their comeback into your conscious mind. All you thought about was Hyunjin and how he made you feel.

Desired.

Loved.

Sexy.

Confident.

Wanted.

Appreciated.

Taken care of.

Safe.

His resemblance to Sam was almost frightening – they shared the same looks, mannerisms and characteristics. Sometimes you joked about dating your imaginary duplicate but deep down you knew it was far from comedy.

Your imaginary relationship started out as a relief, as a way to make you feel better about being lonely but somehow you managed to find a guy that was identical to your made-up boyfriend. You would have freaked out by now but luckily, he had another name, so you kept your trust in funny coincidences rather than magic.

“Princess”, Hyunjin’s kisses brought you back to actual reality. “I was thinking about taking a trip to the states to visit my relatives and friends from high school. Do you want to come with me? Say yes, please.”

You turned around cheerily. “You lived in the states?”

Relationships were a funny thing – you were fluent in Hyunjin’s body language and knew his deepest secrets, but random things like past high school exchanges were still foreign to you. He nodded while his fingers were caressing your face. “Yeah, for a couple of years I lived there. It was a crazy time, completely different to here.”

You leaned into his touch more. “Different how?”

“Well, the language for starters. The culture was way more open. I felt cooler in a way. Oh, and I even got another name since no American could pronounce Hyunjin without insulting my Korean ancestors.”

Your eyes shot up in panic. “Another name?”, you muttered. Hyunjin nodded unknowingly.

“Yeah, my English name is Sam. Why?”

[minhosimthings]

love.

Synopsis: in which Hyunjin comforts you on a hard day

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, heavily self indulgent because I can, hurt/comfort, reader cries, mention of food

A/N: yay I did this finally it's out of my notes Woohoo! Idk when this idea came into my brain but it did and I couldn't stop thinking about it so now it's here. For my loves @chlorinecake and @astraystayyh they are my Hyunjins

Song rec: love by Wave to Earth

The weight of the world on your shoulders.

You had often heard that phrase as a child. It was ridiculous, initially.

The world can't possibly weigh that much.

You were the smartest in your class, you knew the multiplication tables by the time you were five, the capitals of the world by eight, and by fifteen, the weight of nothing but your own shoulders dragged you behind everyone.

University was an easy affair, that's what you told everyone. Someone's got to keep up the smart girl, book child status up right?

Studies were easy, just understand it, write it down better. Yet, fuck, you could feel the words fading by, was it a stalactite or a stalagmite?

Graduation was easy, you were peaking and nothing was in your way!

Then you realised something.

The world did weigh too much.

Everyone weighed too much.

Your mind weighed greater than your heart, something you fought off for eons now.

And diamonds are formed under pressure, but hadn't you learnt that diamonds turn into graphite every now and then too?

You were so smart as a child, what happened?, You wished ever so fervently that you could tell them that you weren't a child anymore.

No longer the child that thought the only thing that she needed to do to be loved was to get a good grade off her papers.

Or was that love starved part of you still inside?

"Rough day, love?"

Love. It was the nickname you most adored. Lucky for you nicknames were Hyunjin's personal favourite job.

"Fuck..." You swore softly, immediately collapsing onto your couch, and wrapping yourself into the warm cocoon that was your boyfriend's arms. You swore you would become a butterfly from your current catterpillar state one day.

The gruesome world always seemed to calm down on its axis of rotation as soon as you reached Hyunjin's touch. As if he was the petals of honeydew calming down the speed of a hummingbird. Would you have been the overactive bird rushing around to cater to the needs of everyone around her?

You could hear your own heartbeat in the moments of silence, when the dust seemed to still and the winds seemed to wait, eavesdropping on conversations old and new. The hauntedness of the thumping sound made you shiver.

The tightness around your throat felt tighter by the moment, like an invisible rope hanging round it. Your heart felt too heavy too for some reason. It's a heart, you tried to convince yourself, you need it to live. But you knew that you could rip it out of your chest at this moment, and you would still keep living on. But did you really have to-

"Want to talk about it, love?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

A loud sob ripped through the thick air, coating the curtains of the atmosphere in a blueish paint that seemed to have rotted inside it's bucket far too long. Hyunjin was quick to bury your head further into his chest.

You know you smell really comforting?, that went on in his mind, the thing you said on your first cuddle session, in which, he remembered fondly, you described his scent a bit further than most people usually did.

Broken strings of words escaped your lips, I'm sorry—im so sorry! Guilt always flowed through your veins whenever anything like this happened.

But Hyunjin understood, he always understood. And fuck, you both hated and loved that he understood.

One hand lay on the back of your head, while his other caressed your back, rubbing circles on it. As if a magical void would appear and take all your problems away.

Hyunjin was your magical void.

"Can you talk to me?" Hyunjin asked quietly. He felt you shake your head against his shoulder, causing him to tighten his hold on you.

"It's going to be okay love. I promise you."

Another wave of tears surged through you, nearly making you double over at the rush of fresh emotions popping off in your brain, your jaw tensing as you tried to stifle the illegible babbling falling from your lips. 

Hyunjin's words in your ear and his hand rubbing ribbons of comfort onto your back made you catch your breath, and slow down. Silence rose once you had stopped crying, you felt even more tired now and you had to admit, Hyunjin was a nice pillow.

The occasional sniffle and tired breath from you, broke Hyunjin's heart even more. He hated seeing you cry, so much so, he'd always distract you if he ever sensed you were in a depressed mood. Even if there were times that you poured your entire heart out of him in tears, he'd always shed his own tears in private, sometime later.

"Love?"

"Hmm?"

"Want me to run you a bath?"

"With the candles and everything?" You managed to say in a quiet, exhausted voice. Your throat was tired from all the crying.

"With the candles and everything." Hyunjin smiled down at you, pushing back stray strands of your hair behind your ear, "Can we go up to the bedroom, love? Can we do that?"

He was speaking so softly to you, and it was making you want to sob rivers again.

Silently nodding, you felt yourself droop down all over again as soon as Hyunjin got you up, strong arm wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his side.

Pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head, Hyunjin started with shuffling moments upto the bedroom, which you followed, not even being able to lift your head up from the pure exhaustion.

Sitting on the bed felt like you were hung down by iron nails, while Hyunjin prepared the bath for you. Even a moment without him felt down, and even if it was a bit dramatic , you were willing to admit it.

"Hands up?" Hyunjin looked at you softly, taking off your shirt for you and discarding it in the empty laundry basket, "You did the laundry yesterday? Wow, I'm proud of you baby."

You let out a breathy giggle at his words. Hyunjin somehow always knew every word in the instruction manual of how to make you laugh.

"Is the temp alright?"

You couldn't get yourself to say yes so you hummed what seemed to have been a 'yes'. Your throat was raw, and your face was congested as well as your chest. You sounded like you swallowed a frog, and the frog was also now sick and subsequently congested.

The water truly didn't have any texture or temperature to it when you got into it. The world felt numb again as you relaxed into the tub, which, evident from the scent, Hyunjin had filled with your favourite bath salts.

What seemed like a year's worth of time, passed in silence, as Hyunjin quietly stroked your skin with soap, was it the lavender one or the tea tree one? You couldn't tell, remembering how you often joked that both of them gave off the same perfuminous vapours and that Hyunjin should just buy one of them. The water seemed more mellow now.

"Love, look at me?" Hyunjin's voice broke you out of your seemingly never-ending stupor. Like it always did.

You turned your head and rested your eyes on Hyunjin's softened ones, and you felt that familiar tightening of your throat again.

"Hyun I-"

"Don't you dare apologise." Hyunjin said before you could even get a word out, "You never have to apologise to me. Not for this."

His hands were sickeningly sweet as they ran over your back, washing lathers of soap off of your back, his voice even more so.

“You deserve to relax, you know that right?" Hyunjin said, as he wrapped you up in your purple coloured towel, "“You did so well today and you do so well everyday and you deserve to rest for a while."

Hugging you into his arms again, Hyunjin provided you with a little den, a cave where you could settle into whenever you felt that you were too tired for a lion's hunt. And you were forever grateful to him for him.

"Now-" Hyunjin looked down at you with a cheeky smile, "You are not allowed to leave the bed until you finish every single cupcake I got you."

"You got me cupcakes?" Your lips broke into a smile, a genuine one this time, "What flavour?"

"Beef." Hyunjin joked, sending both of you into a frenzy of laughter, as you pressed a kiss against his nose, making it turn the touched skin like a tomato.

The one thing that you'd have never admitted to anyone when you were younger was the fact that you wanted to be loved. That was a silly notion to you.

But maybe now, under the watchful gaze of Hyunjin as he saw you devour the cupcakes, you'd admit it.

You'd want to be loved, even if it was another weight on your shoulder.

Maybe that'd be a weight you'd like to ephermally lift.

[tzuyusluv]

What are your thoughts on skz seeing their s/o front row at a concert dressed in their favorite hoodie

❥ See You At Their Concert

☆ Bangchan - does his little giggle and his wide smile 🥹🫶 his cheeks get red when the other boys notice that you’re there and tease him

☆ Minho - does his smirk and licks his lips, goes to your side of the venue and dances over there bc he wants to show off

☆ Changbin - does his big smile 🥹 constantly waving at you, blowing you kisses and doing the half a heart with his hand

☆ Hyunjin - winking constantly, probably goes to your side and starts to flirt with you so much stays around you start to congratulate you on catching his attention

☆ Han - honestly gets so flustered, like he constantly stuttering and looking over at you to where stays are raising their eyebrows

☆ Felix - jumps around for joy when he sees you recording him specifically, constant laughter and smiles, when it’s his turn to speak to stays he probably mentions that someone special is there

☆ Seungmin - no reaction on the stage but once the concert ends and he gets to see you in person, he gives you the biggest hug and thanks you for supporting him 🥹

☆ Jeongin - trying to impress you and once the concert is over, brags to the boys that despite being the youngest, he’s met the love of his love <3

[agi-ppangx]

💭lose yourself in my love

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

warnings: intended (non-sexual) nudity, meltdown/depressive episode

an: based off of this request🫶🏽 if anyone of you is struggling, please dont be scared to reach out to someone you trust, you dont have to go through this alone. there are people who love and care about you<3

hyunjin called you around 9 in the evening, crying, and you barely understood his words other than “please come and help me.” you dropped everything you were doing at that moment and took a taxi to get to your boyfriend's apartment. to say you were scared would be an understatement - you were absolutely terrified, trembling the whole way there, praying that hyunjin was okay.

you took your spare key and opened the door, bursting into the apartment in a desperate need of seeing your boyfriend. you found him curled up on the floor of his bedroom, in complete darkness and you fell to your knees, reaching your arms in his direction. “hyune, my love, what’s going on?” you whispered, your eyes already filling with tears, but you knew you had to suck it up and be there for your boyfriend. he threw himself into your arms, clutching his fists on your shirt, as if he needed to ground himself. you started running your hand up and down his back, soothing his nerves. “can you tell me what’s wrong? i wanna help you, hyune,” you asked again, your voice soft and so, so quiet. you simply didn’t want to startle him. you saw your boyfriend’s meltdowns before, but this time something felt different. you were scared - what could possibly trigger that episode in him? “not now,” he whispered. “i don’t wanna talk about it right now, just need you,” he added, his broken tone tearing your heart apart. “it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it, but can you do something for me?” you said and he looked at you with his teary eyes. “can you get up and go to the kitchen with me?” he nodded at that question and you helped him. you led the way, seating him on the chair, and you went to see what you could find in his fridge. you took out some leftovers, heated them and placed them on the table in front of hyunjin. he looked at the plate and sighed loudly, not moving a bit. you noticed that and decided to help him. you took a fork in your hand and scooped some food on it. “here, take a bite,” you encouraged him and he didn’t even protest, opening his mouth and eating everything you gave him. “you’re doing amazing, my love. just a few bites left,” you encouraged him in a soft tone. when he finished, you placed a featherlike kiss on his forehead. then you proceeded to bring some fresh clothes from his closet. you led him to the bathroom, helping him to take a quick, relaxing bath. you washed his hair and massaged his shoulders and back, helping him release the tension. then you helped him to put on the clothes and led him to his bed. you brushed his hair, humming softly one of his favourite songs. he closed his eyes, visibly relaxed and you felt relieved you managed to get him through the meltdown. when you finished and put the bush down, hyunjin opened his eyes and took your hand in his. you squeezed it, examining his look. “how are you feeling?” you asked shyly, unsure whether it was a good moment to ask that question. “better,” was all he said, a faint smile dancing on his lips. then he called your name and you hummed in acknowledgement. “can you kiss me?” he then asked. you smiled and nodded, leaning down and kissing him softly on his lips. he placed his hand on your hip and manouvered you into his lap. you broke the kiss, hesitant. “hyune, we don’t have to do this now,” you said, but he just shook his head. “but i want to. is it okay if we continue?” you looked him in the eyes and after a short moment you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. hyunjin whispered soft ‘i love you’s’ in between the kisses and you hoped he really felt a bit better than before. he promised to talk to you about his episode in the morning, but for now you decided to let him lose himself in the kisses.

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[starlostseungmin]

— skin care routine, hhj.

“you’re just as bad as seungmin,” your boyfriend huffs as he lay down on your shared bed, suffering because of cucumbers being smacked down on his face. “oww!” 

“it’s not that hard,” you defended, laughing at his distress. it is indeed a nice tuesday night spending some time with hyunjin in your pajamas. 

“should you put the face mask first?” he asked picking up the green fresh vegetables being plastered on his face and eating them. 

“you’re disgusting!” you laughed again, brushing his bangs up away from his forehead and grouped them using a hairclip. 

“what? they’re good for your health!” he defended, taking everything as you sat down and mixed the face mask cream in a small bowl. 

“whatever you say, pretty boy,” you scoffed, taking the small spatula and started to spread the cream all over his face. hyunjin closed his eyes, feeling the texture that hugs his skin and the coolness of the thick cream. 

“you’ll definitely put the cucumbers on my face after that,” he added as you grinned. 

“of course, your highness,” you chuckled. after a few seconds of covering his face with the white face mask, you placed the thinly sliced cucumbers on his cheeks and one on his forehead. 

“are you done?” he asked. 

“yeah, now sit up so i can fix your hair,” you replied as he sat up while you grabbed some hair ties to tie his hair into pigtails. “you’re so pretty,” you cooed giving him a hand mirror which made produced a disappointed face. 

“i look like an idiot,” he retorted making you burst out laughing. 

“but you’re so cute,” you insisted.

“i swear to god, you’re just like seungmin,” he said, checking himself out in the mirror. “but don’t i deserve a kiss?” he said pouting his lips as you shake your head violently. 

“no, you’re all mushy,” 

“i hate you,” hyunjin frowned. 

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[huenyang]

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn reader / genre: fluff, established relationship / word count: 956 / notes: this was meant to be way shorter uuu i wanted to write smth like this bc i am So full of love and proud of him....

summary: sometimes, it feels like nothing is enough to truly express yourself. this is commonplace when it comes to hyunjin.

hyunjin is tired.

actually, tired doesn't even begin to cover it. the way exhaustion hangs heavy onto his very bones and drips off his fingertips like molasses. it’s hard, but it’s rewarding work, being an idol. he wouldn’t trade it for the world, even if the tiredness seeps straight into every cell of his body and causes a faint headache to thrum behind his temples at times.

it’s in times like these that he’s glad to have you.

you who always brings him medicine when he complains about his head hurting, who will run him a bath when he’s too tired to do so himself, who will greet him with a nice dinner when you know his schedules are heavy on him.

that’s how he finds himself today, sinking into the couch as a tired sigh leaves his body and takes away all the tension of the day with it. he’s sweaty, his body hurts from the busy week he’s had, and yet he can’t bring himself to get back up on his feet right now.

it doesn’t take long for you to appear in the corner of his vision, having heard the door open but not done with what you were doing yet.

hyunjin still almost can’t believe the way your face brightens up when you see him - every time without fail. it’s almost as if your eyes sparkle when they land on him, the most loving smile stretching across your face as you beeline for where he lays miserably.

the couch dips slightly with your weight as you lean down to kiss his nose, so close that he could count your eyelashes if he tried.

“welcome back, honey.” the words are barely a whisper, and yet they seem to echo in the quiet of the room.

he hums as you kiss the tip of his nose ever so slightly - teasingly, almost. he knows you’re about to get back up and suddenly, he can’t have that. with a gentle tug he guides you into lying on his chest.

it’s a little precarious. he knows he still smells like a concert venue - sweaty and sticky and gross despite his and the staff’s efforts - but you don’t move to try and get away from him, so he’ll take that as a win.

“ew,” you start, grimacing as you feel the clammy expanse of his chest against your face. “you’re gross.”

he laughs, light and airy.

“but you’re not moving. so do you really mind it?”

“you’re still disgusting.” you smack his shoulder with a huff, which in turn earns you another bark of laughter from hyunjin. as revenge, he snakes his arms around your waist, further securing you against your damp prison.

the conversation fades eventually, you both falling into a familiar and comfortable silence as you accept your fate. the entire time, the smile that paints hyunjin’s features looks almost innocent - you knew better, though.

hwang hyunjin was, possibly, the most annoying man on earth when it came to you.

despite your current predicament, you wiggle enough to stare up at him. it’s jarring, honestly, the way he looks so good even from the most unflattering angles. you know that he’d deny this vehemently if you were to say it, but it does nothing to sway your opinion on it.

you’ve taken to tracing little imaginary patterns on his arms now, anything to keep your hands busy.

“you know,” you start, low, as if you’re scared that speaking too loud will shatter the moment “i’m really proud of you.”

hyunjin’s mouth opens like he’s about to either question you or deflect the compliment with some stupid reason, but you continue faster than he can speak.

“for everything. you’ve come so far already, it’s been, what, six years? that’s a really long time. you’re so wonderful sometimes i can’t even process that you’re real. that you’re you!”

you know you’re rambling, and you really don’t mean to, but there’s simply too much to say about hyunjin. honestly if given the chance you could probably go on and on and about him.

but you’d never let hyunjin know this. his ego would inflate so much he’d float right into space and never come back down.

somewhere in your rambling, you’d averted your eyes from hyunjin’s face, now instead staring a hole into the couch. when you look at him again, his eyes are wide and unblinking and wet.

you can feel your own tears sting your eyes the more you look at him, lip quivering just the slightest bit. you never considered yourself a crybaby or particularly sensitive, but seeing the man tear up tugged at your heartstrings in ways you previously thought impossible.

the next time you speak, your voice cracks just a bit. “thank you, for being born. for being you. for loving me.”

hyunjin blinks. once, twice, and suddenly there are tears down his face. at this point you can barely hold yourself together, too, so instead you bury your head into his chest and wrap your arms tight around his middle.

crying was the last thing you expected to do today. it was a day just like any other, but the overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend apparently spoke louder than the monotony of everyday life.

in return, you can feel hyunjin’s own arms grip you tighter in a hug, his nose burying into the top of head and the gentlest of kisses placed upon it. he’s sniffling, and you feel it when he brings a hand to wipe his eyes, but still, he clears his throat and speaks, in one of the shakiest voices you’ve heard from him yet.

“thank you, too. i couldn’t have done it without you. i love you."

[niki-phoria]

pairing: hyunjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 406

includes: fluff, hyunjin has long hair and an art studio, reader sits on his lap (briefly)

a/n: i'm honestly not super happy with this but it was finished and i wanted to post something

summary: hyunjin paints a portrait of you

“hold still,” hyunjin murmurs beneath his breath. his gaze continuously flicks between your figure and the canvas propped up in front of him. 

stray specks of paint stain his fingers and most of the art studio you’re sitting in. sunlight streaming in through the opened windows is the only source of lighting, bathing him in a gentle golden glow. despite your cumulative efforts to keep the area clean, the paint and graphite stains seem to have a way of continuously recurring throughout the space. 

“i’m sorry.” you bite back the chuckle that threatens to escape your lips as you twist back into your original position. “modeling is harder than it looks, you know. especially when the painter is as demanding as you are.” 

hyunjin shifts slightly from behind the canvas to send you a playful glare. “i’m almost finished,” he says, returning his attention to the painting once again. “just give me ten more minutes.”

you reply with a simple hum of acknowledgement before relative silence fills the room once again. with nothing else to do, your gaze drifts back to hyunjin. his hair has been tied back into a low ponytail, leaving only a few shorter strands of hair to frame his face. his oversized hoodie is littered with stray patches of paint on the sleeves. each stroke of brush against canvas is short and precise as he expertly blends the colours together. 

“y/n?” hyunjin’s soft call breaks you out of your daze. he softly chuckles, setting his paintbrush aside. “what are you so busy staring at?”

“nothing.” quickly stepping off of the chair you had been posing on, you quickly wander over to him. hyunjin wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you down to sit in his lap. you lean down to press a chaste kiss against cheek. “just you.”

hyunjin’s hands slip just underneath the fabric of your shirt; his fingers unconsciously trace random shapes against your skin. “can i see it?”

“of course,” hyunjin nods. 

his arms snake around your waist as you twist to look at the painting behind you. “wow,” you murmur. each stroke of paint works together to delicately paint a soft portrait of you. it’s almost akin to a renaissance painting - the light colours, soft blending, and intricate details. “it’s beautiful.”

hyunjin softly smiles, leaning in to press another quick peck against the exposed skin of your neck. “you’ve always been my muse, love.”

[cheeseceli]

Dream of you

Pairing: hwang hyunjin × Gn!reader

Genre: angst, a little of fluff, friends to ??

Prompt: "I don't want to want you, but in my dreams I seem to be more honest. And I must admit, you've been in quite a few"

Warnings: none I'm aware of, please feel free to correct me if needed!

A/n: I felt a little bit like a genius in the last paragraph ngl. Let me know what y'all think about it | join the 1K event!

Falling in love with his best friend was not what hyunjin wanted.

Sure, the friends to lovers trope was adorable in books and movies. There's something amazing about the feeling of falling for someone who you know will catch you. It must be an incredible feeling to be understood and loved in the same amount by someone who has been there with you way before any romantic feelings could develop. Then you know that the feeling is real, deeper than the skin and will last longer than a passion.

It is, indeed, an amazing feeling. However, it is way more terrifying than what fiction portrays it like.

He couldn't tell exactly when it happened, when he fell in love with you. He remembers how you got along well with his members and how his mother always asks about you. Even kkami likes you. Maybe he fell for you when he felt you were closer to his world than ever. He also remembers how some acquaintances would constantly ask for your number and how you commented about how jeongin was cute and funny once. Maybe he realised his feelings when he felt that he could lose you forever.

Either way, he felt it was wrong. He didn't want to want you. So why did he feel like he was made for you?

Lately he started to dream about you. He dreamt about how it'd feel to wake up with you and to walk side by side. Sometimes he wasn't even in the dream, the only thing he could see was you and your smile. It was like you were always on your golden hour. You couldn't seem to get out of his mind.

Those oh so romantic nights became sleepless nights after a while, with him not wanting to fall in love with you even after closing his eyes. But that didn't seem to be so smart considering he would spend those late hours on the phone with you, muffled giggles and whispers.

He didn't want to fall for you. He tried to say countless times that it meant nothing, that you were just friends. But he knows it's all lies. He's fallen for good, and the only thing he can do about it is wait for the night to come so he can see you again, be it either through the phone or with his eyes closed.

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Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143

Credits for image 1 , 2 and 3

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[astraystayyh]

not onlu do i wanna give hyunjin forehead kisses but i wanna run my hands through his hair and relax him into it until he falls asleep and then id draw him

2.51 a.m.

"sleepy?" you ask hyunjin, willing your voice to soften so you wouldn't startle him. he looks incredibly serene— laying his entire body on top of yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. his exhales come out in soft breaths, brushing against your skin like the faint caress of a feather.

"mm. you're comfortable," he says, further sinking his body onto yours, until you are both pressed tightly to one another, like two facets of the same coin. you stay silent, as he adjusts his limbs so his head would fall on top of your chest, right above your heartbeat.

"can i tell you something?" he speaks softly, as you gently thread through his ash blonde locks, twirling some strands of it around.

"anything."

"i listen to music everyday but your heartbeat is still my favorite sound," he confesses, a bit shyly, as he rests his chin atop your chest, peering up at you with eyes that reflect constellations.

"truly?" you grin, a tender smile etching on your lips.

"truly. please don't go where i can't hear it."

"i won't," you promise, and he leans back into your embrace, content with your response. your fingers never cease their soft caress on his scalp, making him sigh in tranquil surrender. you smile in adoration to yourself before pressing a tender kiss on his forehead, then another one to his temple, the crown of his hair— anywhere your lips can reach, everywhere he could feel your love in.

[mykoreanlove]

submissive

Y/N...

I'm thinking of you laying there on the kingsize bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little plaid skirt just waiting for someone to take you.

I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. Can you feel the intensity of my gaze?You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh, so soft, all the way to your stomach. Your cute little stomach.

I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my tender touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your silk hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft.

I decide to play with the strap of your lace bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it?

As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me, y/n.

I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.

Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your thighs with the back of my hand ?

Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.

Yeah.. I like the sound of that.

So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keep trying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take, you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really.

But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the hard wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck. Do you feel the goosebumps?

You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.

I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.

I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.

You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.

Y/N...

I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.

I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.

Whisper something along the lines of:

"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious."

Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.

Y/N...

Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?

Y/N...

What do you want me to do?

[turtledovenycx]

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐔𝐬 (𝐇.𝐇𝐉)

🎧 Glimpse of Us - Joji

"The painting thus shifted into a window, with the glimpse of the two of you, hair white as a canvas sitting on the bench during a Sakura festival"

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

𝐖.𝐂 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ɴᴏɴᴇ

_

“An art museum?” you asked straightening the wrinkles on your dress as you got out of the car. “You’ll see,” Hyunjin reassured next to you holding onto your purse. He was wearing a dashing black suit embroidered with small stones and chains not too flashy with black slacks. The buttons of his coat are done with no shirt underneath. The cut was low enough to showcase the smooth plains of his chest. His hair was done neatly to add to his already sexy aura. 

“If someone asks me questions I’m just gonna say it's contemporary,” you said as he handed the purse to you his chuckle sending a shiver through you. Your boyfriend had brought you to an extravagant collector’s event. It was lavish the owner spared no expense. It was at the collectors' hall, built like a church with finely detailed architecture. Statues of angels sat atop the high pillars and painted glass in the shape of ovals at the apex of the arches. The hall was decorated in almost heavenly aesthetics, the people dressed and adorned in expensive garments and perfumes and you fit right into the crowd. Wearing a beautiful dress with a jewel corset on you draws attention to your waist and breast. Hair done and pulled up a rich-looking hair clip inserted in your hair. 

“No one talks at this kind of function darling.” He reassured as he led you through the entrance, a hand on the small of your waist. You nodded at the well-dressed butler who welcomed you with a courtesy. The hallway led to a big drawing room filled with people talking in hushed whispers. The click of heels and boots rang as people walked and servers holding trays of champagne slithered through the crowd gracefully. Hyunjin grabbed two flutes and gave one to you, you sipped the fizzy sweet liquid and it tickled your throat as it went down. 

“Do you know anyone here?” you asked Hyunjin who appeared to be searching for someone in the crowd. “Yeah some people, the person who invited us,” he explained. The guests seemed to know each other, engaging in conversations easily. “So what’s my surprise?” you asked turning to him. The man had promised a surprise for you earlier that night.

“You will see soon. I promise.” He said holding your plam and placing a kiss on it like some prince from the 80’s. He was adoring the soft blush on your cheek when his eyes saw someone approaching the two of you. You turned to see a man in his thirties smile bright and arms open. 

“Hyunjin. You made it such a pleasure.” the man said hugging your boyfriend and then holding his hands. “Pleasure is all mine,” Hyunjin said giving his hand a brief shake. 

“You’ve brought someone?” the man asked the duo turning towards you. 

“Yes, my girlfriend,” Hyunjin said placing an arm on your waist and bringing you close, 

“Love, meet Mr.Gyu, he collects and presents art in events like this.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say shaking Mr.Gyu’s hand. “Pleasure is all mine dear. I hope the two of you have a wonderful time,” he said the conversation shifted to the theme of the event and how 40% of the revenue is dedicated to building schools in third-world countries. A charity and arts organization. Being a social worker yourself you slipped easily into the conversation. The feedback of the mic interrupted the three of you. 

“Ladies and gentlemen.” a voice that aged well reached the corners of the room. You saw a man his head held high holding onto the mic. “Thank you for joining us this evening.”

“He is Richard Kim the owner of del a casa,” Hyunjin whispered into your ear as the two of you clapped. The man on stage appeared to be in his 50s, dressed well in expensive fabrics from head to toe. 

You learned from Hyunjin that he was famous for organizing collector’s events and auctions, his wife Minerva- you noticed a lady dressed in black standing at one side of the stage- beautiful as the goddess of wisdom herself.  She came from a reputable family was well-known for holding charity events and ran a law firm. She walked onto the stage waving like a queen and standing beside her husband. The mic was passed on and Minerva explained how the money collected today would be used to provide for people who were still underprivileged. The way she spoke, embedding each word into your mind, she captured the room with her presence. The speech ended with claps and the couple urged the guests to move forward into the presentation room. 

The presentation room’s floor was laid with a red carpet. Paintings lined the walls and precious artifacts, sculptures, and jewels were placed neatly in a pattern. You gasped at the ceilings, almost built like a cathedral with big chandeliers hanging at different heights, the room was lit in a dim glow almost like it did not want to disturb the artwork, it felt like stepping into an old book written by Shakespeare

. 

“Beautiful.” You registered Hyunjin’s voice, he looked ethereal in the warm lighting, the light bouncing off the chains on his coat making them almost shimmer. Hyunjin knew about your silent fascination with expensive events. Events that threw money into it like they were mere paper, events for people that were rarely seen in public but held a high position in society. The dresses, the gala, and the taste of the alcohol served there captivated you. You were not high maintenance quite the contrary actually, but functions like this were his way of fulfilling your quiet wishes and he was always grateful to his work and fans for it. And your way of feeling like a princess. His princess. 

The evening carried on. Hyunjin introduced you to a few of his friends Cleo, Andres, and Tae-hyung.

Cleo who had one of her sculptures in the front, an angel with his wings torn and resting in his hands, despite the anguish of his wings being ripped, his face portrayed calmness, like the one after a war. It held a lot of meaning and you ranted to Hyunjin on what it meant. Andres was a painter in the early stage of his fame and Tae-hyung was a famous collector’s son. Hyunjin knew them from events like these. The crowd diluted into the night and finally, Hyunjin and you were alone admiring the artwork and talking about hidden meanings and perspectives. 

“Are you ready for your surprise?” he whispered into your ear as you were looking at a funny-looking painting of an old man who appears to have lost his shoe. “Wait.. this isn’t it. There’s more?” you ask still letting the feeling of all the luxury seep in.

Hyunjin led you into one of the many rooms with displays, this one on the farthest side. It was less crowded presumably the work of a new artist. 

There at the center of the room drawing all the attention was a beautiful painting hung on a big frame. The painting was of a street supposedly in Japan in April. The cherry blossom petals were so delicately painted as though if you touched it you could feel the smoothness. The street was covered in the previous fall almost making the whole of it a light pink. The painting was so real in all of the works you had seen today. It reminded you of the time when you were in Japan…. Wait?

You gasped turning around to find Hyunjin looking almost shy as he stared at your realisation... You had been on this exact street last summer with Hyunjin, it was an important milestone in your relationship. He had confessed his love for you on this very street during the Sakura festival, the moment so bittersweet because you had almost lost him because of his fame. 

 “What? Who?” you asked stepping closer to the painting, memories of that day rushing to you. You were about to leave Japan and Hyunjin that day. Both of you making hasty decisions because of the lack of quality time. The argument had started over Hyunjin never being there for you nor trying to acknowledge your efforts to be there for him, over time due to the strain of living in two different worlds -him being a famous star and you leading a quieter life- you had become almost invisible in the relationship. Exhausted and sad both of you had thrown hateful comments at each other until you packed your bags and left in the middle of the night. 

It was the night before the Sakura festival, the streets crowded in preparation as you walked away from the merriment wiping tears, This was it? The end? You couldn’t imagine not being with Hyunjin, not being able to love him, not seeing him, not waking up to him, Yes, you were deeply hurt at his ignorance of your efforts to be with him but you were at fault too. Hyunjin tried but the pressure he faced sometimes overwhelmed him, his need to be his best overpowered his worries and you in general. It was not his fault, you knew how much he had suffered during the awful hiatus he faced. Hyunjin after that developed an alter ego, a fear if you will of never giving a reason to be blamed again. 

But now it was too late, the words that left the two of you cut deep it was too late to turn back, your pride did not allow it no matter how much your soul cried for him. All flights were booked for the night and early morning the only available ones in the afternoon, you sat on a rickety bench and broke down.

Hyunjin was having a tough time accepting himself, he had gone to the hotel bar and was lightly buzzed before Seungmin joined him. The younger boy though appeared uninterested was wise for his age knocking sense into Hyunjin and urging him to run after you to fight for the two of you before it was too late. He loved you and if it came to his work or you, it was an easy choice. 

The blossoms covered the footpaths as Hyunjin found you on the bench hunched over sobbing, you looked up to see him, a moment of tension before the two of you sprinted to close the distance, hugging as tight as possible. He lifted you off the ground and twirled before placing you back. Apologies covered in kisses were shared, he kissed every inch of your face trying to ensure that you were real, you had not left! That night Hyunjin professed his love for you, he spoke words that were still branded on your heart, you told him how you could not even imagine a time when Hyunjin was not yours, that you would rather die. The two of you rarely slept that night talking through it, promising to always find each other during any rush, and making love. Pride and ego fell apart as the two of you became vulnerable to each other under the moon. It opened a new page for your relationship. A healthier more fun page. 

You had not noticed it at first glance but amidst the stark trees and blossoms painted was an old bench upon closer inspection you found two figures sitting on it, aged and staring away into the infinity. 

“That’s us,” Hyunjin whispered into your ear. At the bottom of the painting in calligraphic font was a capital H in white paint. 

“You made this?” you asked, the notion overwhelmed, no consumed your soul in the best way. It was a gift for you. Hyunjin painted the most painful yet the happiest night of your life. In front of you was the greatest symbol of his love for you. 

“How is it here?” you asked when Hyunjin gestured across the room your eyes followed. Mr.Gyu raised his glass of scotch towards the two of Hyunjin nodding in gratitude. 

“He introduced me to Kim who loved this particular and wanted to buy it from me.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little sad at that. As much as you were proud of your insanely talented boyfriend this painting was a part of the two of you, selling it to a stranger who does not understand the inner meaning of it felt empty. 

“I can hear the gears shift from here baby.” Hyunjin teased you.

“No, sorry. It’s just… it is so beautiful Hyunnie. It’s so….”

“I know love, that’s why it will always be in our home.”

“What?” you asked. This was a big opportunity for Hyunjin, exhibiting his work could be his breakthrough as an artist, and the fact it was brought by someone famous. 

“No but…”

“I declined their offer, I made this for you. For us.”

“But..” you protested, he shushed you holding you closer.

“Don’t worry they liked my work that's why I was allowed to exhibit it tonight, I was offered to sign a contract with Mr.Gyu. I will have to paint 4 pieces in a year and sell it to him. NDA closure of course.”

“Oh my god Hyunjin!” you said hugging him and jumping around like a little girl. “I’m so proud of you!” you screamed but was shushed by others in the room. 

‘Sorry,’ you mouthed and bowed to everyone before turning to your beaming boyfriend. 

He stared at you with the same emotions from that day. All that was missing was the blossom petals around you but it was there, in the painting. 

The two of you turned to the painting again. 

“Where will we keep it?” he asked holding you from behind as the two of you stared at the piece. Nothing else in the exhibition excited you anymore not even the classy food or music, you just wanted to stay here in front of his painting in the arms of the man you love. 

“The drawing room?” he asked beaming with pride wanting everyone who walked into your home to see the love you two shared. 

“We can but how about our bedroom?” you asked

“The bedroom? People won't see it.” His hands held your waist turning you to face him. 

“We will see it though. Only us. Before we sleep, as soon as we wake up. When we are watching a movie, when you read your poems and I’m doing something else, when we have sex, when I am mad at you or you are mad at me and we are sulking, and it will just be one more reminder of why I cannot live without you… A reminder that you’re it for me…. I love you so much Hyunjin.” you say tearing up

“I think I like that better, I love you more princess. So so much more,” he said kissing you again just as the event was called to closing, the lights dimmed but the two of you did not move. Standing there kissing for as long as you could. 

And in that moment you knew, he will choose you over everything, over his fame, over his wealth, over his self. He will always choose you, and you will too. The two of you stuck together through it all the proof was right in front of you. It’s almost silly how an artwork can hold so much meaning but it did. Hyunjin was a man of many talents, loved by millions around the world. He had worked hard to earn everything he has now including you. You were truly the luckiest person in the whole world. You get to call him yours. 

There in front of the symbol of his love for you, you kissed him, kissed him so passionately with fervor because you knew you were gonna marry him someday. You were gonna have a family with him, fight more with him, laugh more, and grow old. Even when both of you become old and wrinkly, barely able to move around you know you will be fine as long as Hyunjin is there to hold your hand. The painting thus shifted into a window, with the glimpse of the two of you, hair white as a canvas sitting on the bench during a Sakura festival. It was a long way to go but you hoped it would be longer. 

_

“Here?” 

“A little to the left?” you asked stepping a few steps back to inspect. Hyunjin measures again before drilling a nail into the wall. 

“Now?” 

“Yes. Perfect. I’ll get it.” you giggled running into the foyer to grab the newly arrived painting.

After coming back home you and Hyunjin did not sleep till the wee hours of the morning. He sealed all his words with kisses on your body and you marked his milky skin in return. The painting had arrived as the two of you were enjoying breakfast. 

“Careful,” Hyunjin says holding onto your hip as your small frame attempts to lift the bigger piece. 

“Let me help,” he said offering to carry it, Kkami followed the two of you as you reminded Hyunjin you wanted to hang it. 

“Okay, up we go angel,” he said helping you onto the small stepping chair and handing you the painting. The nails were at the perfect spot, and you were able to hang it with ease. 

Kkami barked in celebration as the two of you clapped like dorks. Still standing on the chair you leaned back Hyunjin wrapping his arms around you. 

“It’s beautiful, you’re quite the artist Hwang,” you said yelping when he lifted you off and twirled before falling onto the bed laughing. 

“Thank you baby,” he said, shying away as you placed kiss after kiss on his face. The room filled with giggles.

It was almost noon once you guys finished vacuuming the wall dust from the floor and mopped the room for good measure. Kkami was lounging on the bed before running off as his lunch was served. The two of you sat on the bed admiring his work. 

“Have you thought about Mr.Gyu's offer?” you asked him, 

“I don’t know, I will be on tour soon. I will have to find time I also need to find a studio, It's a pretty big commitment I will have to spend a lot of time and with the new comeb-” he rambled on before quieting down, he was thinking alright just a lot of doubt in him.

“Baby it's okay I was just asking, it's your choice but I know if you accept it you will find a way to make it work. It's a big opportunity we don't have to rush to make a decision. Take some time to think it over. Just don’t regret whatever you choose. And whatever it is just know I'll be here okay?"

“Did I mention that I love you?” he asked kissing you, your lips breaking into a grin as he kissed you before carrying you out of the room. For lunch.

You glanced at the wall over his shoulder. The painting was big, it covered most of the space on the wall, and the shelf next to it seemed smaller than it should have been. Next to Hyunjin’s work sat his poetry books, sketchbooks, and other stuff. Also joining the organised mess was your novels, paperweight, and Jiniret. It was as if the room came in full circle. Words could not express how thankful you were for not leaving that night, for deciding to stay, for loving him. Yup, the blossoms were gonna stay with you for a long time just like this long-haired man you loved.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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A/N: Hope you enjoy it, I tried to incorporate some art into it cause Hyunjin to me is an equal amount of idol and artist. He is just so talented and I hope he gets many opportunities to display his art. I might create an NSFW version not sure. I took my time on this one so please show it some love

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but "just friends" don't look at each other like that

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none, just a lot of kissing, kinda making out in the end

summary: Hyunjin comes over to help you with your homework, but you end up completely forgetting about it

Hyunjin is a very good friend. An amazing one, something which makes this so much more difficult for you to shut down or ignore your feelings for him.

How can you possibly not fall for him when he's always. Always there for you, with you.

How can you stop thinking about him after he leaves, when he lets you cry on your favorite shirt of his, completely ruining it, telling you it's going to be just fine with that soft, calming voice.

How can you not imagine how it would be like to be more than just friends when he's so, so perfect.

Even his imperfections seem to be perfect and he makes everything look so easy.

You can't help but miss him when he's gone, you can't even stand a day without him being around.

Sighing, you finish your cup of tea, placing it down, when your phone vibrates on the mini table of your living room.

"Hello?" You pick up, not looking at the display.

"Y/n, hey! Are you busy?" Hyunjin asks enthusiastically.

"Hyunjin, hi." You smile. "No, not at all, what's up?"

"Guess what?" He also smiles.

"What?" You bite your lip, a habit you picked up while talking to him.

You love it when he calls you randomly, just when you don't expect it.

"I got some yummy, fancy food. And your favorite wine. Are you free?" He says full of hope to see you again, the last time he saw you last weekend feeling so far away.

You want to scream "yes" in happiness, but then remember you have a homework you still haven't finished and got to study for the next exam too.

"That sounds amazing Hyunjin. But I have so much to study, I don't know how I'll make it to be honest." Your voice breaking, your disappointment and discouragement are obvious to him.

"Hey...it's okay." He knows you're about to cry. He knows you so well even through a call.

"I'll help you study. Then we eat together, what do you say? Hmm?" He suggests.

"Okay but...it's a lot Hyunnie, you better hurry." You let out a small chuckle, wanting to hug him so tight.

"I'm on my way cutie." He laughs silently hanging up.

You smile, spreading your books and highlight pens on the table, as you wait for him.

He always knows what to say or do to make you feel better. To make you feel special.

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After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. You rush to open it and reveal a tall, black hoodie dressed Hyunjin, with boxes of food in his hands, along with your favorite Rosé wine.

Your eyes soften at the sight of him, smiling so brightly at you.

You take one of his boxes from his hands and bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight, arms wrapping around his neck.

He chuckles in your hair, breathing in.

You can't help but stand up on your feet and press a light kiss on his cold cheek.

"Thank you Hyunjinnie." You say, stepping aside to let him walk inside your apartment.

"Something is different in here." He notices looking around.

"Yeah...can you guess what?" You smile walking into the kitchen with the food, sitting down on your bar chairs.

"Y/n..." He says in a serious tone as you look at his face.

His eyes light up with a new, completely unknown emotion to you.

"You hung up my drawings...even framed them, really?" The look on his face is so soft, you think you're going to start crying.

"Yeah...I just love your drawings. Also I painted the walls a different color and..." You shrug. "I don't know, I just felt that it really matches it and the atmosphere."

He stays quiet, starring at you for a couple of seconds, but then comes closer to you.

And man, your heart is skipping so many beats at once, is this even possible?

"Hyunjin...if you don't want it I'll put them awa-"

And then, he kisses you.

Places his lips on yours, not even moving them. Just holding them there. When he pulls away, way too quickly by the way, your legs suddenly become like jelly. Heart beating so fast, you fear he can hear it too.

It happened so fast, it was almost like just two seconds.

Your mouth hangs open now, the feeling of his lips still on yours.

When you don't have the power or idea to say something, he apologizes, looking away in shame, his ears and cheeks turning pink.

You think you're going to throw up eventually, the emotions overwhelming you.

"Don't. Don't apologize." You simply say, embarrassment making your cheeks become a bright shade of red.

"I just kissed you, oh God, it's not okay." He panics and you pray he doesn't regret it.

"But Hyunjin. I liked it..." You let out, now looking at the ground. Playing with the rings on your fingers, the long shirt you're wearing, anything.

When you say that he looks at you in surprise almost, exhaling.

"I just...I'm sorry it was so sudden." He pauses. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're my favorite idiot then." You hear yourself say, locking eyes with him for what feels like the first time after the kiss.

He's so pretty, all blushy like that, his lips swollen.

"It means a lot to me." He chuckles. "Also the way you hung up my drawings...thank you." He says looking you in the eyes.

"You're so passionate about the things you do...so delicate. I just find you really..." You can't find the right words to tell him.

"Perfect." You look up and feel your cheek burn like they never did before. Are you having a fever?

His eyebrows furrow together in a soft 'aww' way.

"I find you really perfect too." He smiles, finding your hands, holding them into his big ones.

He smells so good and you suddenly want him close. Need to feel him close.

"Hug me." You whisper looking at the way he holds your hands, brushing over your fingers with his thumb.

"Anything for you." He whispers back and it's so romantic that you can't help but melt into his large arms, and oversized, good smelling hoodie.

You're addicted to him, the way he looks, behaves, the way he is with you, how he smells...you're in love with everything he is.

"I love you." You let out, not caring about anything anymore, because you never needed anyone more than you need him right now.

"I love you too." He places kisses on your head and forehead and you think if you could die from feeling so full of love for someone, you would definitely die on the spot.

Still holding him in your arms, caressing his back, you look up to see him already looking at you.

"Can I kiss you? Just making sure I won't scare you away this time." He laughs, now holding your chin.

You nod, smiling.

Everything seems to be so easy with Hyunjin. It's like you're made for each other.

"The food is cold now." You say sadly after the kiss.

"Really? That's all you care about right now?" He looks at you with one of his judging faces.

"Hyunjinnnn, we have so much to do." You say, fake crying.

"We have timeee." He assures you, sitting down to open the boxes.

You sit down next to him, admiring his side profile.

"I have an idea." You suddenly say, standing up.

You bring some good smelling candles lighting them up, placing two big glasses for the wine on the table too.

"This is so romantic." He compliments, loving every second of it.

You look satisfied with your work and as you see the tteokbokki with extra cheese, your mouth waters.

"Oh God." You groan just looking at it.

"Indeed." He agrees. "Bon Appétit, mon amour." He says in a fake french accent and you laugh it off, saying the same.

You eat in silence, a few things such as "it's so good" and "thank you hyunjin", the only sentences spoken.

When you finish eating he opens the bottle of wine, with a bow.

"For you madame." He pours into the glass with so much elegance you can't help but think again, he really is perfect.

"For the lucky boyfriend." He pretends to talk to someone, bowing again. "Oh wait that's me." He quickly moves on the chair pretending to thank the waiter (who is also him).

You laugh so much your tummy hurts.

He loves to make you laugh, loves to hear your laugh.

"Are you my boyfriend?" You ask as he puts the bottle away.

"Well...are you my girlfriend?" He asks instead, smirking.

"Hyunjin-ah!~" You say tired of the playing.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Yes or yes? There's only one correct answer." He smiles like he said the most logical thing on earth.

You raise an eyebrow smirking. "Are you proposing to me, or asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Hwang?" You joke back.

"Both." He says with an eye smile.

"Anyways, yes." You shrug, ignoring his comment, drinking your wine unbothered.

He laughs again, and you want to learn lots of jokes to hear that sound again and again.

"Yes to what?" He raises his eyebrows like he's in shock. "Just kidding."

You push his shoulder and smile, while once again admiring his handsome face.

Taking your hand while holding his glass of wine in the other, he leads you to the balcony.

You didn't realize it already got late, but you're glad it did, because you hope he'll want to spend the night with you.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, you decide Hyunjin is still your favorite thing to look at.

Taking the almost finished drink from your hands, he sets it down on a small table next to him, along with his.

He holds your waist closer, pulling you into his chest, holding you close again.

"Don't ask me anymore if you want to kiss me again." You say when he stares at your lips.

He nods, kissing you for the 3rd time tonight, but this is the first time he holds your face, waist, and kisses you so deeply, full of passion.

"You're my favorite person." He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair away from your face.

The wind is blowing, and it's really cold, but he makes you feel so warm, it's insane.

"You're mine too." You say finding yourself holding his face close, putting your lips on his again.

His kisses are like drugs and you end up wanting more of them. More of him. All of him.

You end up kissing on your way out of the balcony. Then on the way to your room and finally on your bed, where it gets more intense.

He kisses you like he never gets enough, just like you.

"You're so beautiful." He says when kissing your shoulders and collarbones, neck and jaw, then lips again.

"Hyunjin." You sigh, throwing your head back, when he sucks on a certain spot on your neck.

"Hmmm." He says satisfied when he hears you squirm under him.

"Oh God, Hyunjin." You exhale, as he presses his knee between your legs.

Pulling his hair, you can't get enough of the feeling of his lips on you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, still kissing your neck.

"A lot of things... But for now just please... kiss me more." You tell him, holding his face in your hands.

"Where do you want me to kiss you, my princess?" He seductively looks at you.

"Anywhere, everywhere." You let out, pulling his face closer to yours.

Kissing him, you know that is a thing you'll certainly miss when he's not gonna be around.

"We have time the whole night, love." He whispers.

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💭starry night

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

an: based on this request !! im sorry it took me so long, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless<33

“the sky looks pretty tonight,” you whispered to hyunjin, looking intently at the stars above. he hummed in agreement, but you missed the fact that he was looking intently at you instead of the starry sky. “yeah, they twinkle really bright,” he said dreamily, focusing on your big, almost child-like eyes, referring to them. “did you know that stars don’t actually twinkle?” you shared the fun fact with him, but since he was too lost in examining your face, he didn’t respond. it made you turn your head and look at him. it was only then when you noticed his dreamy expression. “why are you looking at me like that?” you said breathlessly, noticing how his sight wandered between your lips and your wide-opened eyes. you got up, not exactly knowing what to do. the atmosphere seemed to change, the thick air between the two of you making your head spin.

hyunjin and you had been friends for around six years already and you felt as if he knew you inside and out. he knew all your fears and dreams, but there was one thing you kept away from him. you didn’t want hyunjin to know you had a crush on him. you knew it was cliché, to fall for you best friend, but you couldn’t help it. not when you felt as if he was you missing half, he complemented you in a way no one had ever before. but you couldn’t tell him that, no. you were too scared to lose that precious relationship you two had created throughout the years.

but now, when he was looking at you like that, you were starting to think your friendship might come to an end.

“yn?” he said your name softly, getting up as well. you didn’t look at him, too scared to do it. “hyune, i-” “please, don’t do this. don’t say we shouldn’t try to be more than friends. i know how you feel about me. and you should know how i feel about you,” he interrupted you, taking a step closer to you. he cupped your cheek, making your eyes finally meet his. you exhaled shakily, nodding slightly. you noticed how the vague moonlight was complimenting hyunjin’s face and you felt as if you were looking at some piece of art. oh boy, you were a goner… “and how do you feel about me, hm?” you hummed, getting gradually lost in his eyes. “i love you,” hyunjin simply stated and it made you stop in your tracks. did he just say he loved you? “what?” you responded with a disbelief in your voice. he only nodded. “i will never forget the moment i realised i loved you. we were hanging out in the park and you let me take a few photos of you. you were so happy and bubbly, it made my mind spin,” he recalled the memory. “hyune, that was three years ago,” you whispered and he nodded again. “why are you surprised? you’ve liked me for at least as long as i’ve liked you.” you raised your eyebrow, clearly amused by his words. “and how do you know it?” “oh, um… your friend may have told me a while ago…” you sighed, but smiled nonetheless. you leaned forward and placed a delicate peck on his cheek, making him blush. then you moved slighty and finally kissed him on the lips. he quickly complied and your mouth moved in perfect harmony, as if you two were made for each other. “you know what?” hyunjin spoke after you stopped the kiss to take a breath. “you’re prettier than the sky tonight.”

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can't hold back anymore

{sub!hyunjin x f!reader} - masterlist

genre: roomates to lovers and smut

warnings: slight mommy kink, hand job, caught masturbation (m), overstimulation

sypnosis: you catch your roommate jerking off to the thought of you, turns out he's just as smitten for you as you are for him. - 3.2k

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you have been roommates with hyunjin for two years now. it hasn't been easy living with him. partly because he hardly cleans up after himself, and also because you've developed feelings for him over the past two years.

it started out as merely an innocent crush for the first few months. it's not hard to catch feelings for a guy like hyunjin. he's pleasing to the eyes, he has the sweetest personality, and not to mention he's remarkably respectful, which is uncommon for a guy. it's honestly one of the reasons you agreed to move in with him since his last roommate had left.

however, as time passes by, your pure feelings for hyunjin have turned slightly corrupt. in your defense, the man does walk around in your cramped apartment shirtless after a shower. his chest and arms are all shiny with residue water that hasn't dried yet. he also loves to let his hands linger onto your waist when he gives you a "friendly hug", which drives you almost insane.

yet, you know why he does those teasing actions. it's because he feels comfortable around you, and you're both good friends. 'friends' is the key word. hyunjin never shows any signs that he has interest in you. which you think is for the better, you shouldn't let your mind stray too much, he is your roommate after all.

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you wake-up to your obnoxious alarm in the morning, and start to get ready for work. tonight you have a longer shift, unlike other days. as you leave your room, and head to the shared bathroom, you see that the door is closed. hyunjin must be there. you knock slightly at the door. "come in" you hear hyunjin say.

you turn the cold doorknob, and enter into the steamy bathroom. you are greeted with a shirtless hunjin. a towel is wrapped around his slender waist. you mutter a small 'thank you' and start to wash your face, while hyunjin fixes his hair next to you.

hyunjin gives you a small glance then starts the conversation, "so, do you have work today?" you answer while rinsing your face. "yeah, i have a longer shift today too. oh, and i might go out with some of my friends so i'll probably be home late."

you reach a hand out for a towel. but you can't find it. then hyunjin reaches out to grab the towel, and hands it to you.

"here, you looked like you were struggling" hyunjin says while laughing a little. he looks so adorable while laughing, you love the way his eyes scrunch up. you take the towel from his hands, with a sight blush on your face. "thank you".

hyunjin scans your face, you can see his eyes staring into yours for a few seconds, then they head down to your neckline, soon meet your chest, and dart back up swiftly. he likes to sneak small glances at your body whenever you wear something slightly revealing, like the tank top and shorts you're currently dressed in. you don't mind, he hardly does it, but when he does, the look in his eyes makes you enjoy it. it makes you feel like he sees you as more than just a friend.

"so, you sure you won't be home till late, right?" he breaks the silence between you both. you nod at his question. "if you bring home any guys, just don't be too loud okay?" he says in a playful manner.

you answer his little joke, "very funny hyunjin. i won't, plus you know our rule, we're not allowed to bring people home." you and him created this rule when you had first moved in. you both thought it would be better like this since it would be more complicated otherwise. hyunjin has never brought a girl home, and from what you know of, he hasn't been with anyone for a while now. neither have you.

you wish hyunjin a goodbye and leave the apartment.

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it's almost eleven in the evening when you arrive home. you exit the car and say goodbye to your friends that decided to head out for the rest of the night. you settled not to go out after work, considering it drained the life out of you. taking your keys, you unlock the door to your shared apartment. you enter the place quietly, since you think hyunjin is sleeping as he hasn't answered any of your messages. tip-toeing to your room, you close your door and change into your pyjamas.

the walls in your cheap appartment are thin, so you can hear almost anything that goes on in every room. you hear a small clutter come from hyunjin's room. like something heavy had dropped. you also hear a small 'shit' he muttered under his breath.

you decide to go surprise your roommate and tell him that you stayed home, since you know he's awake. you don't think he heard you come in or he would have greeted you already. so, you're gonna sneak up on him. you exit your room and head across the hallway to hyunjin's room. the closer you get, the more you can hear what's going on. his door is somewhat cracked open just enough so you can get a glimpse of what he's doing. when you're right at the door, you hear him say your name out loud. his voice was low yet airy.

when you were about to go inside his room you hear it. it was loud and sensual. hyunjin moaned and kept repeating your name. you peek into the small crack at the door and see him on his bed, wet cock in hand. he's stroking it at a steady pace, his shirt is off and his pants are down on his hips.

you can't look away at the inviting sight, it pulled you in for more. you obviously caught your roommate whom you liked for the past two years jerking off in his room...to you.

all the blood in your body rushes up to your face, it feels hot to the touch. does this mean that hyunjin sees you the same way you see him? how is that possible?

you think back to tis morning, he asked you if you were going to be out late. he must have asked that so he can be sure you weren't going to hear this. he often asks that question to you. so he does this quite often then. that thought made you weak in the knees. you hear another moan. you feel like a bit of a perv watching hyunjin, but then again, he is thinking about you while jerking off.

knowing hyunjin jerks off to you, makes you confident and bold. you open the door with a creak, to reveal yourself. hyunjin darts out of his trance and stares at you. eyes blown out, face flushed, and cock twitching. he hastily tried to cover himself with a pillow. "w-what are you doing? you were supposed to be out with your friends." hyunjin stutters.

you ignore his question, and stare down at the provocative man who's trembling in embarrassment. his expression is priceless. hyunjin feels your gaze on him. he's never felt this intimidated before. it's as if the roles were reversed, and he's the vulnerable one. and its doing something stimulating to him.

"how cute. couldn't even keep yourself quiet while thinking about me?" your tone is daring.

hyunjin cannot make eye contact with you. his hands are still firmly gripping onto the pillow that's covering him.

"not gonna answer?" you ask. you then head to sit down at the corner of his bed. you continue, "fine then i'll ask a different question. how often do you do this?"

hyunjin realizes he has to say something. jerking off repeatedly while thinking of his beautiful roomate deserves some sort of explanation. even if he can't seem to say anything at your bold statements. he thought you would already be packing up your things and running out the door. however, the ambience you're giving off does not seem angered, rather, curious.

"please don't be mad. i just do this cause i think you're gorgeous," he says timidly, still not looking you in the eyes.

"still didn't answer my question, how many times have you done this?"

hyunjin says while looking at the pillow below him, "almost every time you're out late. i know you're mad at me, let me make it up to you."

there is it, the validation you needed to hear from your roommate. oh how you wanted to hear these words leave hyunjin's mouth. now it's time to push him further.

"oh baby, i'm not mad." you say with a smile on your face. hyunjin looks up at you. your joyful expression makes him feel much better. "now, remove the pillow," your voice changes to a more commanding manner.

hyunjin is stunned. he says the word 'what' in complete disbelief. you clarify, "you wanted to make it up to me, so remove it." you say, point blank.

he releases his grip from the pillow, and looks up at you one more time. once he sees that you're in fact not joking, he shakily uncovers himself before you. his hard cock fully displayed now.

now that you've gotten a closer look, it's safe to say that he has a pretty dick. it's nicely curved, with lots of veins, and his cute tip is leaking a little. you're surprised it hasn't gotten soft yet.

you smirk. you crawl to get closer to him. you notice his flushed face, he looks too cute, you think. hyunjin's back is on bedframe, so you get on your knees, and hover right above his cock. hyunjin is taking deep breaths, he dosen't know what you're planning on doing, but it's making more blood reach his acing dick.

he looks up at you innocently, his eyes are practically glistening. it almost makes you fold right there and then. however, you remain indifferent. "you always stare at my chest, why don't you pull down my top?"

hyunjin looks like a lost kitten. his hands don't move at your command. so you take his hand in yours, and lead it to your tank top strap, and slowly pull it down. you take his left hand and do the same thing. you let the garment fall down on your body. finally your breasts are exposed.

hyunjin's eyes dart to them immediately. his cock visibly twitches at the sight. for so long he's dreamed of seeing your exposed form, and finally he can see just how gorgeous you are. "fuck y/n, you're gorgeous," hyunjin states, not looking you in the face.

he raises his hand, and hovers it right above your right nipple. he's looking at you to make sure he has permission to touch you. you nod gently. that's all he needs to continue.

his fingers trace around your nipple, and his thumb plays with the bud gently. the sensation feels amazing, even if they're light touches. you enjoy his warm caresses, how he fondles them, and how every so often he brushes against your nipple. hyunjin handles you with such care. it's time for you to do the same.

his tender cock is just below you. so, you sneak your hand and hover it just above his shaft. you trace a finger from the base up. so slowly, yet with incredible pressure. hyunjin halts all movement. he stares at you in the eyes, with a contorted face. it's the first time you've touched him down there, and he never wants it to end.

a high pitched moan escaped his plump lips. you repeat your action, again and again. each time his reaction gets better. you're teasing him, and it's working. his hands land at your hips, and hold onto them. "this feels so good, please never stop," he says cutely.

"i don't plan on stopping."

you now grab his dick fully, and start to jerk it softly. you repeat this motion and watch hyunjin's face hungrily.

you pick up the pace quickly now. and when your hand reaches the tip, you use your thumb to swirl around it, making the man under you a complete mess. his begs for you to slow down don't stop you, in fact they add to your pace. hyunjin's moans turn into whimpers. he squirms under you, and bucks his hips upwards. you know he's eager to cum.

"p-please y/n, you're going too fast. can't keep up- ahhh," hyunjin's head jolts back at the feeling of your soft hands giving him too much stimulation. "sorry baby, but i won't stop anytime soon,"

as your pace gets faster and more aggressive, hyunjin's feels his high approaching quickly. all his senses are filled with you. your scent, your touch, your voice are giving him too much pleasure that he's going to cum.

"y/n i'm going to cum. please let me cum for you!" he says desperately.

"yes baby, be a good boy and cum for me."

drops of his cum splatter onto your hands. hyunjin's body convulses under you. a mix of whimpers and undetectable words leave his mouth as he finally feels his orgasm wash over him. hyunjin looks too adorable after cummed. his dazed out expression as he looks at you after is too much.

"t-thank you, mommy," hyunjin says.

you know he's a bit out of it, but the word mommy makes you smirk. "did you just call me mommy?" you say mocking teasingly him.

a once relaxed hyunjin is now panicked. his face clearly shows just how embarrassed he is. "n-no! i didn't mean mommy. i uh just said it cause-" you cut him off mid sentence.

"don't panic, i liked it. say it again for me."

he looks confused. nevertheless hyunjin does as told.

"that felt really good mommy..."

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Best friend Hyunjin x gn reader

Genre - fluff

Trope - best friends to lovers

Wordcount - 0.6k

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You should’ve never fallen in love with your best friend. Especially after knowing him for years, convincing yourself that he was just like a brother and yelling every one that he was just a friend. You were such an idiot. But every time you looked into his warm eyes, you knew you were done for it. No matter what you did, you would always like him, no, love him.

Hyunjin was the most beautiful person you knew. Not just his appearance, but his soul and his heart. You were completely enthralled by him. You were so utterly in love with his heart and you wanted it just for yourself. The only thing that stopped you, was a little thing called the friend zone. Every time the topic of crushes or romance was brought up, one of you would change the topic, as if you both were trying to hide something. He made your heart do cartwheels every time he hugged you and you just wish you were brave enough to tell him how you really felt. You wish you were brave enough to just confess, but he was too important to you to just risk losing.

You needed to tell someone. So you chose the person who had been suspecting it the whole time, Lee Know, who happened to be the closest to you after Hyunjin. 

“Minho, come here, I need to tell you something”

“Ok idiot what is it”

“I like Hyunjin”

“Took you long enough to realise it”

“And I need help to move on”

“You’re a bit too late for that, but let’s see”

Telling Minho helped you get the weight off your chest, but it also made it ten times harder to hide your growing feelings in front of Hyunjin. And regardless of how slow Hyunjin's brain would work at times, he was quick to realise that you were hiding something from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after cornering you at his dorm. “Nothing is wrong Hyunjin, don’t worry.” “If there’s nothing wrong, then you must be hiding something from me because I know you and you only avoid me when there is something wrong or you are hiding something.” For better or for worse, today was going to be the day you were going to have to confess. But you weren’t going to tell him immediately.

“Let me try to guess”

“You can try, but I don’t think you’ll guess it”

“You stole my hoodie”

“I do that all time, it isn’t a secret”

“You took my paints”

“I did not, you just misplaced them”

“You are the one who stained the couch”

“No, that was Jisung, he spilt his coke zero”

“Minho Hyung told you I like you”

You were absolutely flabbergasted by his revelation. You had no idea that your best friend, the same person who you were madly in love with, liked you back. Not wanting to lose the moment, you cupped his face and pulled him towards you. His lips hesitantly brushed against yours. You mumble against his lips “No he didn’t say anything, but I like you too,” before pulling him back to you and kissing him properly this time. It was soft and calmer than you thought, but the feeling of his lips against yours was so euphoric that you didn’t want to ever stop.

You finally pulled away, gasping for air. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and whispered, “I like the taste of your lips on mine. I would do anything to taste them again” “Even the accidental confession” “If it means I get to kiss you like this again, then I would do anything.”