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[skxawngclub]

๑՞. welcome to skxawngclub’s rules + guidelines

who i write for : avatar, mbitious, ikon + hanbin (b.i) genres : fluff, angst, smut, headcanons, most to least lists

general info :

majority of my content is written as a fem!reader and may occasionally be written as "(insert desired name)'s person" with they/them pronouns.

i write nsfw content! although all the content i write isn’t always nsfw, i would prefer if minors don't interact but if you do, please be careful and mindful of my blog. read and interact with caution.

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rules and guidelines will change in the future as this blog grows and more content is poster. i'll post updates if i do so.

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always check to see if i’m open to requests. 

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[witchboyjimin]

What fandoms were you /are you still a part of aside from BTS? Did you actively write for any of them, and if so, which ships inspired you? How did you come across BTS and what made you stan? (Imma assume jimin? Jimin!) And on that note, what made you ship kookmin or what about them gave you inspiration to write about them?

Sorry if this seems intrusive sgdhdjf but Im genuinely just curious about your fandom and writing journey :)!

hello! this isn't intrusive at all so no worries at all!!

oh man, i started writing when i was 11? at least in terms of posting fic on the internet except back then i don't think i even considered it to be fic. it was just stories set in my fandom at the time (it was naruto...and then harry potter and emo bands. yes, it was self insert.)

currently, i only actively write for bts fandom. this will likely change once i finish reading omniscient reader's viewpoint (orv) because i am already RARING to write fic for my orv otp, joongdok, but i really want to finish the web novel before i spiral.

i find the best way to enjoy your bts fandom experience is to also have multiple other interests you're partially engaged in/with so that bts fandom doesn't drive you insane :) other interests i am invested in include but are not limited to: orv, tgcf, mdzs, svsss, jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, a plethora of bl, the magnus archives, and i try to read published stuff but i've been slipping on that front the last few months.

i will put the rest of the answer under a cut because...this is already quite long.

in the past i've written for naruto (sasunaru), harry potter (drarry), a few other animangas, kingdom hearts (axel/roxas), and when i did start writing for kpop fandoms it went from beast to block b/bap to exo to ikon/got7 to bts.

but i've been part of like tons of other fandoms where i only read fic and engaged with other people's content. fandoms include (non-exhaustive): bandom, inception, merlin, marvel (i rly only cared abt stucky), star trek (spirk, MY BELOVED), teen wolf (sterek has everyone in their clutches), football (european) rpf, hannibal and a slew of animanga. there's definitely stuff i missed but my point is just: have lots of interests! and consume a variety of media! it makes you a better writer and person imo.

baby me was definitely obsessed with enemies to lovers (adult me still is) so i am always drawn to an otp that has the enemies/rivals to lovers dynamic because nothing satisfies me as much as tension and push/pull dynamics. i think once i got into rpf fandoms tho (bandom, kpop), i did start enjoying seeing two people that just love each other very openly.

SO ofc when i finally ended up in bts fandom, it was only a matter of time before kookmin ate me alive. i started stanning bts in march/april of 2015. i'd listened to their title tracks/watched mvs from their debut but i was an exo stan and i had tunnel vision and then exo was like, falling apart in 2014-2015 tgknfk and i got into got7 and ikon for a while but i guess they just didn't hit the same cause i started watching bts mvs one day and then binged SO many bangtan bombs and watched american hustle life and then 2 weeks?? later bts announced they were having a comeback and i've never looked back. bts are just incredibly funny and genuine (there is nothing manufactured about them) and back in 2015, no one was putting themselves out there the way bts were. they were super engaged with their fan base through youtube and twitter so even when they didn't have a comeback, they were still posting new content which is not what other groups were doing. bighit knew what they were doing, i guess.

and yes, jimin 100% drew me in. even before i was a fan, he was already my fav from the few mvs i had seen and then when i got seriously into them, i was obsessed with him. he's so fucking funny and BABY!!!!!!!!! and has just been the kindest person since day one??? and an incredible dancer, like just mesmerizing. also, he's the prettiest most gorgeous person ever. there is no joy or comfort quite like getting to stare at jimin's beautiful face.

i was actually a multi-jimin shipper when i started out. my fav ships were hopemin, minjoon, and yoonmin. rapline/jimin was everything to me and so was yoonseok!! jimin was just very baby around rapline and acted cute because he loves attention and praise and i love this about him jbsdjk i liked vmin and kookmin at the time, too, but i've always liked vmin as friends more than romantically and kookmin didn't take over my entire brain until may 2016 when back hug scene happened. up until then, i liked them because it was obvs jimin doted on jeongguk A Lot and i enjoyed what a tsundere brat jeongguk was but back hug scene rewired my brain cause all i wanted to do after that was write kookmin.

i think seeing how much they both love each other and how supportive they are/how they show up for each other over and over again (excellent song choice for gcf tokyo jjk) just makes it impossible for me to not ship them?? plus we got to see their relationship grow and develop and transform to what it is today...it's hard not to love them tbh. for me, it's the devotion and how much they clearly like each other as friends that keeps me writing for them. i love love love the ways they show how much the other means to them whether that be the grand gestures (the tokyo trip, jimin flying across the world to be there for jeongguk's birthday) or the little things (the way they baby each other and worry over the other's well-being).

also, i think the fun of writing an rpf otp is that you can really put them in any scenario you want. there is no canon we have to adhere to so you're really only restricted/limited by characterization and tbh you can take liberties there, too because we don't 100% know the boys. plus how you act as an idol may not be how you act in a dystopia au lol it really is like playing house and it lets me be as creative as i want so i find it easy to keep putting them in new scenarios! i do think that if they didn't love each other as much as they do, i'd have maybe lost interest but so far that hasn't happened so yay for me haha

anyways I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!! kudos to you if you read all the way to the end...

hope you have a great day anonie!

[pawkhyun]

Laser Tag

a fluffy laser tag oneshot au!!

Pairing: Chanwoo!Reader

Length: Very short

Author's notes: this is my first piece here on tumblr! this is a warmup if anything, but, i do hope you enjoy it!!

You can practically read the glee in Chanwoo's face as the members agree in unison to his idea to go play laser tag. You both wait as Jinhwan buys the eight of you tickets to laser tag, with Chanwoo behind you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You were enjoying the affection when he mutters something out of the blue.

"I bet you couldn't beat me at laser tag," he half whispers, pressing a kiss onto your cheek.

"Is that a challenge?" You turn to face him. A smirk dances on his lips, revealing a shallow dent of where his dimples are.

"The winner gets the loser a soft serve," he says before finally getting off of you to get his ticket from Jinhwan.

All eight of you soon get ready to enter the laser tag arena soon. You see Chanwoo throw you a daring glance as he hops off first into the dark maze. Now you know he probably wants that soft serve very badly.

You get into the arena last, preparing yourself for any ambushes. You hear footsteps come towards you, and you jump out of hiding to fire your gun expecting to catch Chanwoo off guard — except, instead of Chanwoo, you come face to face with a dejected Yunhyeong, chest plate already blinking when you didn't even have a chance to pull your gun's trigger. You spare him a look of pity as he walks right past you, with the staff escorting him out of the arena.

The screams that echo from the arena make you wonder why Chanwoo's taking this game dead serious just to get a soft serve from you, when he could easily buy the entire ice cream shop if he wanted to.

You hear the other members' screams of defeat. Hanbin, then Junhoe, then Jinhwan. You didn't hear Bobby nor Donghyuk, but soon know they're out of the game as their names lit up in neon flicker off of the board. Your name and Chanwoo's was the only ones left.

You take a deep breath and move toward the heart of the maze. You hide against one of the maze walls, and you see Chanwoo standing still in the middle of the arena. Curious of his intent, standing there, vunerable, (which, mind you, is very unlike him) you observe him.

He seems to be looking for you, but his finger is nowhere near his gun's trigger, and the laser gun itself is carried carelessly, dangling at the side of his body. What is he up to?

"Jagi," you hear his voice echo from the heart of the maze, where he stands. "You should be here by now."

You recede back into your hiding spot, just in case he pulls something sly.

Though, unexpectedly, you hear the clatter of the plastic laser gun onto the arena floor.

"Baby," Chanwoo begins again, practically cooing. "I know you're listening. I dropped my gun, see?"

As he finishes his statement, you peek from your hiding place. He's staring right at you, which elicits a little yip from you in surprise. Chanwoo laughs, walking towards you. He cages you in with his arms, making you lean against the black maze wall.

"Relax, baby. I called you over so you could shoot me."

Instead of literally shooting him, you shot him a confused look. "Are you okay? Do you even understand the game?" You laugh nervously, guard still up.

"I only made that bet because I wanted to buy you ice cream," he pouts, trying to act cute. "I've had my fun kicking the members' asses. Shoot me so we can get our soft serves, Jagi."

You raise your laser gun and pull the trigger point black on Chanwoo's chest plate. At the same time, you close the gap between the two of you and give him a quick peck on the lips. The apparatus flashes in bright colours, illuminating Chanwoo's dimpled smile. Within minutes, you, Chanwoo and the others all go ahead and grab soft serve ice cream.

[wulfies-corner]

Can Opener

Fandom: iKON/iKONICS

Member/Reader: Jung Chanwoo / Female Reader

Genre/Warnings: Daddy!Chanwoo, Little!Reader, little space, SFW daddy kink, both parties are 98 liners

Summary: Chan Woo wakes up to find (Y/N) crying in the middle of the dorm’s kitchen over a can opener, discovering little space in the process and his possession of a new nickname.

A/N: I’m tired as fuck and this is based on what I went through like 4 hours ago- falling into little space in the middle of the night and crying on the kitchen floor because I wanted soup and I couldn’t figure out how to use my dad’s new can opener. This is really short so forgive me but I really need to go to bed. BY THE WAY, STOP SLEEPING ON MY HUSBAND AND FELLOW 98 LINER CHANWOO

On another note, I’m still kind of new to iKONIC so please forgive me if things are a little weird :V I just really wanted a Daddy!Chanwoo fic and I couldn’t find any so I took it into my own hands - anyways enjoy!

‘Nerf This! Nerf This!’

Chan Woo groaned audibly as he blindly and lazily reached to his nightstand. It was maybe 4 AM, why would his ringtone go off so late at night? When he successfully grabbed the device, he unlocked his phone and squinted at the brightness, reading a text from Dong Hyuk.

“Achievement Unlocked: Found Chan Woo’s Crying Girlfriend in the Kitchen”

‘What?’ Chan Woo thought to himself, shifting around to see that his bed was devoid of someone important: you. It wasn’t often that you slept over at the dorm, but whenever you did, there was never a moment when you left the bed during the night - not even to go to the bathroom. Immediately he threw his phone to the side, scrambling from his bed and out towards the kitchen, meeting eyes with his elder who was standing in the archway to the kitchen. The kitchen light was the only one turned on, blindingly bright and illuminating the living room just outside and half of the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Dong Hyuk approached Chan Woo with a grin, patting the younger on the shoulder heartily.

“Good luck,” was all he said as he yawned and made his way back down the hallway. Chan Woo looked back in confusion, the worry returning when he heard a muffled sob come from the kitchen.

“(Y/N)?” Chan Woo walked in through the archway, turning to see you curled up in the middle of the kitchen floor. He first looked around, noticing that the kitchen counter held a plastic wrap covered ruined (yet not completely open) can of soup and the dirty old-fashioned can opener that Bobby always insisted on keeping. “(Y/N), are you okay?” He made his way to where you were lying down, kneeling before you and rubbing a hand along your back.

“I couldn’t open it,” you sobbed, not bothering to move until Chan Woo helped you sit up. He wiped your tears with his thumb, thankfully helping you stop crying. “The can opener is stupid!!!”

“Why did you need to open up a can of soup at 4 AM?” He asked curiously, still patting your back as you started to crawl on him. He choked back a slew of teasing comments, instead choosing to fully sit down and let you crawl into his lap.

“I was hungry,” you whined. You snuggled against him tighter, still sniffling.

“If you were hungry you could have had bread and jam,” Chan Woo chuckled faintly, hugging you, “and then you wouldn’t have cried,”

“I hate bread and jam,” you explain, sticking your tongue out, “I wanted hot food!”

Chan Woo sighed, still unable to wipe away his smile. You were acting differently than you usually would, and even though he was tired he found it surprisingly endearing. “I can make you something in the morning, or maybe you can steal some of Bobby’s pancakes if you wake up early enough. Come on, let’s go back to bed, okay?”

“But I’m still hungry, daddy,”

Chan Woo’s eyes widen and his smile falters a bit in shock. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? “Did you jus-” “Daddyyyyyyy,” you whine again, hugging him tighter and gripping his shirt. Now he really couldn’t tear a cheeky grin from his face. He didn’t know why- but he loved it.

“I’m only six months older than you, baby,” Chan Woo commented quietly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t stop you.

“Daddy,” you whisper back defiantly, to his contentment. He pressed a kiss to your forehead gently.

“Come on, let’s go to bed and eat in the morning~”

You whined wordlessly in response as Chan Woo moved his arms under your bum, successfully - albeit wobbly - picking you up to carry you back to the bedroom he shared with Yunhyung. He tried to think of the nicknames that he would call you, still a little shocked at your sudden insistence on his.

“Here, babygirl,” he cooed, pushing the door back open gently with his foot, nodding slightly to himself in the affirmation that he liked that nickname for you, moving back to his bed and laying you down gently. “Only a few more hours and then you can have some hot breakfast, okay?” He turned around to close the door, smiling as he lay eyes on you, grasping and pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

You pouted as he joined you, pulling the comforter over your bodies and putting his phone back on the nightstand. “But-” “No buts, okay? Daddy promises that he’ll make you breakfast. Sound good?” Chan Woo turned over to look at the other side of the room briefly, thankful that Yunhyung was a heavy sleeper.

“Sound good,” you replied, yawning.

“Good. Now come here, let’s cuddle,” immediately you moved to snuggle up with Chan Woo again, wrapping your arms around him and intertwining your legs with his. He couldn’t stop grinning- he loved this so much more than being called Oppa. He let himself fall asleep with a giant smile, even in the knowledge that you would wake him in a couple hours’ time demanding that he keep his promise.

In the morning he would search up everything he needed to know, as well as secretly readying sarcastic comebacks and comments if any of the members, especially Dong Hyuk, said anything remotely suspicious in your direction and let them ruin his enjoyment or make you uncomfortable. If he was going to be a daddy now, he was definitely going to make the best out of it.

[writingbeary]

Sulking

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me, I might get back late." You called out to your boyfriend who was scrolling through channels as you hurriedly gather your stuff.

"Where are you going? It's almost night time." Chanwoo looked up from the tv watching you go back and forth the room.

"Ah, Jihoon called just now and apparently they almost burned the whole kitchen down again so I'm going over to help cook and feed the kids." You said laughing.

"Can't they just order in some food instead? Do you really have to go over there right now?" he asked no longer interested on what's on the tv.

"They're on a diet so eating takeout is out of the question. Besides, I did promise to help take care of them for the week so their manager could go home with his family." nodding to yourself, you went and pecked his cheek before putting on your shoes to leave.

He sighed remembering you telling him about it. He stood up and hugged you from behind mumbling, "Jagi, they won't die from not eating for one meal. Stay with me. Please?"

"And? What do I get in return?" you chuckled facing him. Rarely do you see your boyfriend act like this and you for sure won't miss the opportunity to tease him about it.

He groaned knowing where this is going. "What do you want?"

"Mmm. I don't know. But jagi, are you sure this isn't about Jihoon?" you laughed remembering Yunhyeong telling you about your boyfriend's sulking during the day due to Bobby picking Jihoon.

"No way! No. Can't I just want to spend time with you? I've been busy with promotions and will be swamped with filming so I want to hang out with you." He answered scrunching his nose a bit, knowing you'd tease him.

You laughed and placed your hand on his cheek smiling. "and I'm glad you're trying to be with me during your short break but I already said I'll go help them. Okay? I'll be right back." you gave him one last squeeze before pulling away and heading towards the door in a hurry.

"Fine. Go to Jihoon." you hear him mumble. You could hear him sulk and see a pout forming on his face which only made you laugh even more.

"I'll make it up to you later. Love you my sulky boyfriend!" you said giggling, hurriedly going out before he could deny the remark.

[taha-ali-hassan]

No matter what happens in life, keep a good heart. A heart of trust & patience. Don't let the darkness of others harden your heart. Shine on. 🌻💛

[missfandom24]

[21:55] you twirl around and, pop one untouched lollipop into the persons mouth, sending them a smile before turning around, nearly hitting the pole but a hand stops you from bumping your head.

“Thank you,” was what you mouthed at the person on the phone before walking away with a smile.

[mykpopmood]

Welcome to YG (pt 1/?)

Feel free to make requests💋 More updates coming💋

[renjunvinates]

hypocritical

super super super short angst insert reader. (reader x optional bias). 

genre: angsty

This is super angsty and like idk heart tightening? I haven’t written in a long time. Lets be real I have so many series I want to start but with school and soon to be in college... I CAN’T I swear when summer comes and college starts I shall be determined to start my series of writings and such, but for now I will from time to time post. BTW I only write angst thats like the only thing I'm like good at??? Anyways thank you for the taking the time to read this one? Have a wonderful day wherever you are and you have my blessings honeyboo’s!!

Back at that time you didn’t know what love was anymore. What trust was, what all these things a person could do to make you feel safe and stable anymore. All of that was down in the drain and forever was gone with no return. No matter how hard he tried to convince you he would make you feel safe, be that strong pillar for you. In the end, you couldn’t handle it and thought they were fake and lies. Someone you thought who could save you, and tried to save you failed. The paranoia crept upon you and forced you to believe that he wasn’t the one. Forced you to believe that you deserve no one and he deserved better. Nothing more or nothing less, you let go of him and broke him and yourself. You thought he could do better, he didn’t have to wait for you until graduation for the real deal. You thought someone out there for him was better than you. But why? He said he would keep you safe, he said he would be that strong pillar, why did you let go? All these things he said he would do for you, and  you believed in him, but you still let go of him. Even when you called it a quits you still loved him, you still wanted to support him and be there for him but how could you?

Countless nights of sobbing because you lost a treasure, a piece of you, someone who made you smile. Without a doubt you wanted to run back to him and apologize but your pride got in the way. Your thoughts bogged you down and stopped you from going to him. You really thought he was going to be the one to save you. The one who would stop you from harming yourself. He accepted you for who you are and you threw him away. You left him in the dark and he wanted you back but you said no, denying your feelings for him. Hypocrite, you loved him like crazy. When he asked if everything was a lie you agreed. Liar. Tears came out of your eyes. What was wrong with you? How could a person like you deserve someone like him? You knew he could be the one, because after all he knows you like no other but you let him go. You thought he deserved better, and dam right he did, but he wanted you. No one else but you. 

Even with a broken heart. Either yours or his you still wanted to be there for him, be his friend and support him through everything. But how could you? You broke his heart and you still loved him. How was this going to work out for you? You wanted to be there for him and etc. but how was this going to work if these feelings were there for him still, and you knew if it lingered you wanted to come back. It was the same for him too. Even with a broken heart he wanted to support you, be there for you still and be your friend. But you pushed him away and rejected him. It’s funny because you wanted to do the same thing for him, but instead you didn’t and left him crying and brokenhearted. You were a  hypocritical monster is what you were. 

[wannabeshipped-blog]

RULES AND GUIDELINES:

LIST OF GROUPS:

ASTRO

B1A4

BIGBANG

BTS

iKON

SEVENTEEN

WANNA ONE

WRITTEN SHIPS: Max. 2 groups

NO SELCAS

Must describe personality more than appearance. 

Please don’t add your age, or your home address. Keep those things private!

add your unique traits or hobbies.

SELCA SHIPS: Max. 4 groups

submit 1-2 selcas of yourself.

solely based on appearances.

no explanation.

BBSS SHIPS: only 1 group

which members of the group suits to be your Boyfriend, Best friend, Sibling, and Secret admirer.

you can either submit a selca or a description of your appearance with your personality and hobbies.

READER INSERT DRABBLE: 1 member of 1 group

choose only one member of a group.

you can request with a writing prompt, au, or genre.

you can add your appearance and name to make it more personalized.

NO SMUT REQUESTS PLEASE (because I suck at writing smut).

THANK YOU!

[inliar]

timing

word count: 5.3k

jinhwan x reader

you have the uncanny knack of running into kim jinhwan exactly when he needs it. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued.

a/n: support ikon on kingdom!

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the first time you meet him, it’s at your friend’s debut stage. once upon a time, you and your friend, yerin, had been trainees together in a decently small company. but while her skills only grew over time, morphing into something fascinating and breathtaking that deserved to be shown to the world, yours had stagnated. it wasn’t for lack of effort – you had put just as many hours into dance and vocal lessons as the others –  but it was, probably, for lack of passion.

at some point, you had stopped emphasizing with your fellow trainee’s heartfelt speeches on their dreams of debuting, and it was around then that you realized you weren’t meant to be an idol in the same way they were. it was alright, though, because if anyone out of the two of you deserved to debut, it was her. you’d never felt any regret after terminating your short trainee agreement with your label.

but your friendship had never ceased, and you’d kept in regular contact with yerin, as well as the other trainees set to debut in the rookie group. you often took to reminding them to eat their meals, or to take breaks in between lessons, because you’d experienced first-hand how thoroughly unchecked passions can blind a person to their obvious needs. 

finally, their efforts had culminated into a debut, and you wouldn’t miss their first stage for the world. their manager, minseo (who, in a different timeline, might have been your manager as well) was kind enough to let you visit them face-to-face in their waiting room for the music program.

“nervous?” you ask, taking in yerin’s brightly-coloured romper and her bleached, curled, strands of hair. it’s such a far departure from the tracksuits and messy ponytail you’d often seen her sporting during early morning dance practices, but it somehow suits her better than anything else you’d ever seen her wear.

“excited.” she responds instead, with a frightening degree of certainty. it must be nice, you think, to have something you want so desperately and unfalteringly. but watching your best friend get to live out her dreams is almost just as nice.

you nod, feeling the corners of your lips quirk up. “have i ever told you how proud i am of you?” you say, lightheartedly, suppressing the urge to ruffle your hand over her well-styled hair.

“no, but since it’s coming from you, i know you mean it.” she says with such sincerity that you feel an unexpected surge of pride lodge itself into your chest. 

you clear your throat. this won’t do. she hasn’t even performed yet and you’re already turning into a sentimental mess. “i’m going to go get myself something to drink,” you say, excusing yourself. “do you want anything?”

her eyes brighten. “ooh, can i have an orange soda?” she asks, before pausing and turning around. “wait, manager-nim, am i allowed to drink soda before a stage?”

minseo tears her eyes away from her phone and straightens up. “as long as it’s not something that will rapidly stain your teeth, it should be fine. are you thirsty? do you need me to get you something?”

you pipe up. “oh, it’s fine, i can get it. you should stay with the group, unni, you’re the manager.” then, you raise your voice and direct it towards the rest of the girls. “hey, guys, i’m getting yerin a drink from the vending machine. does anyone else want anything?”

“oh, can i have a canned coffee?” you hear one of the members – jiyoung’s – voice ask.

“me too!” hyemin’s voice adds.

“vitamin water, please!” mirae’s voice calls.

you tally the drinks up in your head. two canned coffees, an orange soda, and vitamin water. you hold up an ‘okay’ sign with your hand and nod. jiyoung jokingly salutes in return.

“can i pay you back?” minseo offers, pulling out a credit card that most definitely won’t work on the rickety vending machines you’d seen on your way to the waiting room.

you shake your head dismissively. “it’s just a couple of drinks, and besides, i have a ton of coins i need to get rid of. you can buy me a meal later, yeah?” you offer, and minseo nods. “at this rate, i’ll have to hire you as my assistant.” she jokes, lightheartedly, and you smile. you wouldn’t mind that at all.

you recite the list of drinks to yourself as you make it out of their waiting room and towards the vending machine. two canned coffees, an orange soda, and vitamin water. two canned coffees, an orange soda, and vitamin water. two ca—

thud.

the small sound shakes you out of your mantra and, instinctively, you turn towards the noise. judging by the obvious frustration radiating from the person in front of you and his relative position to the vending machine, you figure he just kicked the poor thing.

“are you alright?” you ask, tentatively, and the person in question turns to face you. 

oh. it’s kim jinhwan. from ikon.

you try your hardest to suppress a smile. yerin loves ikon. she’d be so jealous to know that you ran into one of the members today, and in such an innocuous way at that.

“yes, sorry.” jinhwan offers, looking almost sheepish. “the machine stole my money, and-”

almost on cue, you hear a voice call out in the distance. “hurry up, hyung! you said it’d only take a few minutes!”

jinhwan’s expression instantly sours, and you nod in understanding. “what did you try to get, sunbaenim?” you ask politely, turning towards the machine and scanning its contents.

“just an energy drink. but i guess i’ll be fine without it.” he explains, trying a little too hard to sound lighthearted and unbothered. 

you identify the drink in question and punch in its code. after feeding your coins into the machine, you watch as the suddenly functional appliance pushes the energy drink out of its row and into the bottom of the machine.

squatting, you grab the drink and hold it out. “please, take this.” you offer as you stand up, suddenly noticing how heavily the foundation under his eyes is applied. you inwardly frown. he must really need the boost. “it’s the one you wanted, right?”

he doesn’t take it, instead opting to stare at it instead. “i couldn’t, i don’t have any more change on me right now.” he says, despite eyeing the drink longingly.

“hyung! we have to go!” the voice from before calls out again, insistently. he turns towards the voice before turning back to you, conflicted. you put on what you hope is a reassuring smile before pushing the drink with a little more force into his hands. instinctively, he takes it.

“please don’t worry about it, it’s just a drink. good luck with your stage, sunbaenim!” you cheer, gently. 

he looks at the drink, then looks at you, then glances behind him at what you presume to be his waiting room before looking at you again.

“jinhwan hyung!” the voice demands with an intimidating undercurrent of finality, leaving no more room to stall. you tilt your head towards it meaningfully.

“i.. thank you.” he finally says, tightly, before turning around and running away. satisfied, you turn towards the vending machine. what did your friends ask for? right, two canned coffees, an orange soda, and vitamin water. you punch the drink codes in, methodically inserting all of your loose change you had been trying to get rid of for so long, and add an extra coffee in for minseo for good measure. if she’s going to make good on her dinner promise, and you know she will, she should get a little something in return.

(you would have gotten her something even if you didn't coerce her into buying you food. a part of you thrives at the feeling of taking care of others, and you dimly wonder if that means anything.)

-

the next time you meet him is yet another case of being in the right place at the right time, for lack of a better phrase. 

you’d spent a good portion of your school days active as a trainee. so, when you’d eventually exited the entertainment industry, you were strikingly behind all the other students your age in the cruelly competitive system that was korea’s education system. you were planning on taking a gap year to figure out exactly what you wanted to do with the rest of your life (which was generally frowned upon, as students were expected to naturally know these things), but minseo had saved you from that fate. “since the girls have been getting a little bigger recently, i’ve been given the permission and the budget to hire an assistant manager.” she had explained through a spontaneous phone call, her voice crackling over the receiver as you shifted your cellphone to your other ear. “if i can trust anyone to care for them the way that i do, it’s you.”

“will it be okay?” you had asked, not against the proposition but not wanting to get her in trouble. “i have no managerial experience, and i’m in the same age range as the members. i don’t want the company to come off as unprofessional.”

she had reassured you that you wouldn’t be working on anything that she wouldn’t teach you to do first, and that, as long as you didn’t boast about your age, it would be fine. “i was allowed to write the hiring criteria, and if you just happen to be the perfect candidate, then so be it.” she had said, and you could almost imagine the conspiratorial wink she would have shot in your direction if you were talking face to face.

and so your reentrance to the entertainment industry had begun; except this time, you were on the other, more secluded, side of the stage. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered being a manager before; you’ve always been the type to take care of others, and when minseo had joked about taking you on as an assistant before, a secret part of you had taken it a little too close to heart. but you had never actually expected her words to become a reality.

the job isn’t too hard to pick up. you’re assigned a lot of small yet useful tasks, like calling the salons and confirming hair appointment times, or writing the minutes for meetings about comeback concepts. sometimes, your only role for the day is simply coaxing minseo unni into stopping and taking a lunch break. you’re busy, for sure, but not yet at the juggling-octopus level of the senior manager, who is somehow able to coordinate every other task and responsibility that involves the group simultaneously and all without fail. while you just have to confirm the things she’s already set up, she has to do all the preparation work.  you’ve seen her meticulously arrange and assign each member’s schedules, all the while keeping an eye on album sales and concert venues and security payroll and feedback from their vocal or dance instructors. just by looking at her essay of a to-do list that’s propped up on her desk, you understand why the company gave her the permission to hire an assistant.

the most important responsibility she had given you, however, was to be the first line of contact with the members of the group. “you know them better than i do, so i think you’d do a better job of helping them out. they’re not too fussy, so it shouldn’t be too hard to work with them? just keep an eye on the members, and check on them every now and then. of course, let me know if you need any extra help.” a very harried minseo had told you, while on hold with the videography company who, annoyingly, hadn’t confirmed what time they were coming in tomorrow to film the dance video for the group’s upcoming comeback.

“yes, of course.” you had replied, fully intending to not do just that. you were going to avoid adding any responsibilities to minseo unni’s workload at all costs.

there wasn’t much that you needed to do. occasionally, you needed to get the members drinks or snacks while they were in their waiting rooms before music show performances, or make sure that they checked in with you before they went out anywhere. to help with this, you had gotten into the habit of carrying a backpack with you at all times, fully stocked with the necessities: an assortment of the member’s favourite snacks, an epipen for hyemin’s peanut allergy tucked in a small first aid kit, extra hair elastics, pads and tampons, and various sets of phone chargers. 

“you’re already, like, one of those overprepared asian mothers that carries everything in her massive purse, and you’re barely an adult.” yerin had snickered one day while you reorganized your bag in their dorm.

you had grinned, teasingly pushing her away. “it’s this overprepared asian mother that has your precious pocky at hand, so watch it.” you’d warned, shaking the snack box in the air. 

“don’t shake it!” yerin had yelped, cradling the cookie sticks protectively against her chest. “you’ll break them.”

it was the last week of promotions for the group’s third mini album, and you had just finished supervising the stage hands as they finished setting up the stage. satisfied, you grab your backpack from the chair it was lounging on, thank them for their hard work, and beeline for the exit, wondering if you can run into the girls before they get called down for their pre-stage interview.

“—ust going to have to wait, we don’t have any on hand right now.” you hear a gruff sounding voice say, and subconsciously, you look towards the source of the noise.

just across the hallway from you is what appears to be a very tall manager and a very short idol, judging from the casual apparel the taller is wearing and the shiny, glittery jacket the shorter one has on. the one in the glittery jacket is clutching at his shoulder in obvious discomfort. 

“how long do you think it will take?” the shorter asks, letting go of his shoulder and rolling it back, and you’d recognize that voice anywhere. yerin had recently been studying his stage habits by watching his fancams on repeat, and at this point, his voice was engraved in the back of your mind. it’s jinhwan, again. (“i can’t believe you got to meet jinhwan sunbae before i did,” yerin had pouted when you had told her about your previous encounter. “but why did you call him sunbae? he’s not technically your senior anymore.”

“so i used to be a trainee, and old habits die hard. sue me.” you had defended yourself, protectively, before making a mental note to stop doing that.)

“i’m not sure. i’m not supposed to leave the shooting site, and no one else has answered my calls yet. do you think you’ll be able to do the stage without a patch?” the manager asks.

the idol who you now recognize as jinhwan winces, and you take that as your cue to dig through your bag. after finding what you’re looking for, you take a nervous breath and walk towards the pair.

“hello,” you greet tentatively, bowing. the two of them turn to face you, and politely bow back. you don’t miss the way jinhwan’s face grimaces ever so slightly as he does so.

“i’m really sorry if i’m being invasive, but i happened to hear what was going on.” you start. at that, you offer him the pair of pain-relief patches you were clutching securely with both of your hands. “please, take these.”

the two of them pause, taking a second to read the upside-down text on the packaging. in hindsight, you probably should have held it so the text was facing them. “won’t you need them?” the manager asks, eventually looking back up at you.

you shake your head in denial, eyes wide. “no, no. i always have extras in my bag. besides, the ones my members use most often are the ankle patches, so i won’t miss these.” you explain, taking a short, meaningful glance at jinhwan’s shoulder before pushing the packages into his manager’s hands. 

he takes them. “thank you,” he says, gratefully, and you smile. 

“yes, of course.” you reply, taking another quick glance at jinhwan. he’s staring at you, expression carefully blank, but, upon making eye contact. he bows his head. “thank you,” he says as well, and you pause. there’s something in his tone that sounds off, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is. 

you don’t have time to stand there and think about it, though, because your group is going to get called down for their interview any minute now. and while you don’t technically have to be there, minseo said that it would be a good idea for you to monitor them. “just so you can get used to your job,” she had said, and you agreed. it would be entirely selfish to back out on that now, just to stand and meaninglessly analyze a person you had no connections with.

“i … have to go now.” you begin, tentatively, ignoring the pressing feeling in the pit of your stomach thats begging you to stay and figure out what feels so wrong. “good luck on your stage, sunb- i mean! jinhwan-ssi, and i hope your shoulder feels better.”

you bow, reflexively, trying your best not to make a weird face out of embarrassment, and jinhwan bows back. “thank you, again.” he reiterates, and you turn to leave.

it’s only after you’re absolutely sure that you’re out of their line of view before you let yourself cringe. sunbae? you tried to call him sunbae? you really, really, need to get out of that habit. what kind of interaction was that?

‘but is he okay?’ a smaller, more insistent, voice in the back of your head asks, and you frown. you don’t know. 

- 

in between your last memorable encounter and the next one, you see him a few times. your group passes by him in a few music programs, you run into their group at a hair appointment, and a few other miscellaneous encounters as such naturally occur. but you never interact. as a manager, it’s not your job to play buddy-buddy with other idol groups, especially if they’re not even in your company. you’ve always done a very good job of staying out of the spotlight, and, as a manager, most people don’t spare you a glance. jinhwan doesn’t even look in your direction.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed.

the third time you meet him is not, for once, at a music program. you’re in hapjeong-dong, meaning to visit a friend who’d recently moved into the area. but she’d last-minute changed her housewarming party time to a dinner party instead of a lunch meetup. by the time you’d got the memo, you were already halfway across seoul on the subway. since you hadn’t eaten anything yet, and you no longer had lunch plans, your first stop is at the first ramen shop you see after you exit the terminal.

“i’m afraid we’re a little full at the moment, ma’am, and the only seats available are at the counter. will that be alright?” the hostess asks, smiling warmly.

“yes, that’s great.” you say, and you let her escort you to the counter and hand you a menu. you prop up your purse and your housewarming gift on the chair next to you before taking it, thanking her.

as you’re flipping through the menu, mentally calculating how much more you’ll be able to spend this month, you hear the tinkling of the bell at the front door signalling another customer. a cursory glance around the relatively full counter area lets you know that there’s only one seat left, and you’re hogging it with your bags. you quickly take them off the only available chair and bend down to set them on the ground below your feet.

“... and here you go, sir, i’ll be back with a menu shortly.” the bubbly hostess says, smiling politely at the customer whose face you haven’t seen yet. you straighten up, taking a quick look at the hostess and the customer before turning back to look at your menu. 

“yes, thank you,” the customer says, and you freeze. you must be hearing things. there is no way that you are eating lunch next to kim jinhwan in a random restaurant.

the customer sits down next to you, and you shoot another quick look at the man who is taking off his mask. who is most definitely kim jinhwan. 

do you … do you say anything? idols deserve to eat in peace, so should you pretend not to recognize him? but won’t sitting in a stony, awkward silence as you eat next to each other be even worse? you contemplate burying yourself in your phone for the entire meal, before realizing that you left it in your purse. and there’s no feasible way that you can grab it without having to scoot back your chair, get off the stool to open your bag, and sit back up on it again. 

unfortunately for you, he looks in your direction as you’re gaping at him, panic-struck. the resulting eye contact is unbearably awkward on your end, but he looks at you as if he’s trying to remember who you are.

“pardon me, but are you the one who … with the pain-relief patch?” he asks, gesturing slightly with his hands as he sits dodwn. it’s vague and awkward, and if he did that to anyone else they’d be very confused, but you know exactly what he means.

you blush a little. there’s nothing else you can say now. “yes, uh, i think that was me.” 

“and … the vending machine?” he ventures.

your eyes widen a little at that. that was so many months ago. he still remembers? “the energy drink, right? that was also me. hello, jinhwan-ssi.” you offer, tentatively, bowing your head slightly. at this point, there’s no use pretending you don’t know his name. he bows his head in return.

“may i ask for your name?” jinhwan asks, tentatively.

“oh, ah, i’m ______.” you respond. “it’s nice to meet you, officially.” 

jinhwan nods in agreement, seemingly taking in all the new information for a few seconds. after a short pause, he continues. “do you also work in the entertainment industry?” he asks, slowly. 

“yes, i’m an assistant manager for kyubie, a new girlgroup at AB entertainment,” you introduce yourself. it still feels a little strange to say that title out loud. assistant manager. you’re an assistant manager.

“ah, i see.” jinhwan says, smiling a little as he processes the information, and you politely smile back. a part of you wants to help him carry this conversation out, but the other, more dominant part of you is just as socially awkward as he looks like he feels and is absolutely incapable of doing such a thing.

“you look quite young for a manager,” he offers, as an odd semblance of a compliment, and you take it in stride.

“i get that a lot! i actually used to be a trainee at AB, but i ended up becoming a manager inst!—ead …” you start, mouth running itself as it struggles to fill the awkward silence, before you register what you just said. 

“i, uh, i wasn’t supposed to say that.” you mutter, loudly enough so its audible but quietly enough to express your regret.

jinhwan, for what it’s worth, only looks placidly amused. “don’t worry, i won’t say a word,” he assures you. he doesn’t ask for any more details or for an elaboration on why it would be a secret. you’re grateful for that.

“thank you,” you say, trying not to let the relief show itself too heavily in your tone. if he notices it, he doesn’t say a word.

“i should be thanking you. for the drink and for the pain-relief patches, before. i don’t think i could have done my stage without either.” he assures you, kindly. “i didn’t get to thank you properly before.”

you shake your head in denial. “no, no, don’t worry about it. i get what it’s like to always be running low on time. and you did say thank you! i didn’t feel underappreciated, or ignored, or anything like that.” you explain, letting out your first real smile since the beginning of the conversation. 

(you miss the way his eyes linger on it for a beat too long.)

“i’m glad that you think that, then,” jinhwan says, faintly, as the hostess comes back with his menu that he barely even scans before ordering. you, too, order, ignoring the meaningful glances she’s throwing at the two of you. that’s a misunderstanding that can be resolved in the unlikely chance it becomes an issue.

“so,” jinhwan starts, “tell me about your group.”

and you’re gone.

conversation flows surprisingly easily once the two of you find your common ground. as a manager and as a friend, you have a lot to tell him about your members and how they act. “one of them, my friend, actually, she’s a really big fan of yours.” you mention, offhandedly. you’ve gone long past the point where you’re trying to filter yourself. 

“is that so?” he asks, calmly, and you grin.

“yeah. she was really jealous when i told her that i met you before,” you laugh, “and she’ll probably be a little bit jealous that i met you again today.”

“what about you?” he asks, and then looks a little bit startled. almost as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“i’m sorry?” you ask, despite knowing perfectly well what he’d meant to say. you do your best to not blush.

jinhwan, having seemingly decided to just go with it, smiles. “are you a fan of mine, too?” he asks, and oh, your cheeks are not supposed to feel this hot.

“i, uh—” you flounder, trying to think of a way to answer this professionally, before a strangely brave crevice of your mind tells you to be honest.

“before? i don’t know. but now? probably.” you admit, which is good enough for jinhwan.

he doesn’t push it (probably because you looked like a tomato just then and he wants to save your blood pressure), and instead steers the conversation back to your life as a manager and his funny anecdotes in the entertainment industry. for someone who is so soft spoken and looked so thoroughly awkward when you first met, he tries incredibly hard to keep the conversation flowing and comfortable. you’re half in awe at his easy going nature.

you eat slowly once you get your food, selfishly wanting the conversation to last longer, but eventually there are no more noodles left in your plate and half of the lunchtime rush has already cleared out. jinhwan excuses himself to pay, asking you to watch his jacket, and you grab your purse and your housewarming gift from the floor while you wait. your phone tells you that it’s been nearly two hours since you entered the restaurant, and you must have suddenly forgotten how to read time, because there’s no possible way you had spent that long talking with jinhwan.

he eventually comes back. he puts his mask on and grabs his jacket from the back of his chair, and you take that as your cue to head to the payment counter. “i’m here to pay for my order,” you say, pulling out your wallet, and the checkout man shakes his head. 

“you’re already paid for,” he explains, and you frown. “pardon me?” you ask, unsure if you heard him right.

“the gentleman who sat next to you has already paid for your meal,” he clarifies, and you stand there for a moment.

“are— are you sure?” you ask, confusedly. the checkout man nods. “here’s the purchase receipt if you want to be sure.”

the sound of the front door bell tinkling draws your attention, and you turn to see jinhwan’s figure leave the shop. “thank you!” you exclaim hurriedly to the counter, mindlessly stuffing the receipt in your left pocket before booking it out of there.

by the time you get to the outside of the shop, jinhwan is a good ten meters away. “jinh—!” you start, and then stop. yelling an idol’s name in public is most definitely not a good idea. 

you’ve never been the most active, but you run after him anyway. thankfully, he’s not making an effort to run away from you, because you wouldn’t be able to catch up with him then. 

eventually, you catch up with him as he’s waiting for a pedestrian walkway to turn green. “jinhwan-ssi!” you call, furtively, and the man in question turns around to face you.

" ______.” he says, curiously. “what are you doing here?”

“you paid for my meal.” you state, and he looks at you like it’s obvious. 

“yes, i did.” he says, frowning a little. the pedestrian walkway turns green. he doesn’t make any effort to move.

“can i pay you back?” you ask, hand instinctively going towards your wallet in your right pocket.

he laughs a little at that. “why would you pay me back? this is my thank you for the favours you did for me.”

“you don’t have to pay me back! i did those things because i could. besides, a vending machine drink and a pain-relief patch costs much less than a meal.” you argue.

“then, consider it like i’m doing this because i can.” he counters, and its very hard to object to your own logic.

“can i at least buy you coffee or something as thanks?” you ask, as the pedestrian walkway turns red once more. 

at this, jinhwan pauses, before he sighs. “i have vocal practice in half an hour, so i can’t right now. but—” he continues, seeing the look of disappointment you already knew was on your face, “did you get the receipt from the checkout guy?”

“the what?” you ask, confused.

his face pales. “oh no, did you not take it?” he asks, suddenly looking scared, and you remember mindlessly snatching the receipt from the checkout man’s hands. you clumsily pat through your pockets a little before pulling a slip of paper out from your left pocket. “no, i have it,” you say, holding it up, “but why?”

jinhwan sighs. “turn it over,” he says, and you do.

in pen, a phone number is scribbled over the back of the receipt. “jinhwan,” it says in neatly printed letters next to it, and you fight back the urge to smile. you probably do a terrible job of it, too.

“text me when you’re free, and we can do coffee sometime, yeah?” jinhwan offers. you can’t see his face well because of his mask, but the tips of his ears are red. it’s stupidly endearing.

“i will,” you promise, because how could you say no to that?

the walkway light turns green once again. jinhwan waves as he crosses the street, and you wave as you stay behind. its only after you’re absolutely, positively sure that he’s out of sight that you let yourself grin, burying your too-hot face into your hands. 

if you just played your cards right, you have a date with kim jinhwan.

-

(you text him the very same day, and make plans for coffee the next week.

you treat him to crepe cakes and lattes, and he pouts, claiming that the crepes were too much and now he just has to take you out to make up for it.

before you can tell him that no, it’s fine, it’s your treat, he has movie tickets for two booked and emailed to your account.

you agree to go, but only if you get to buy the popcorn.)

[criminallyvenomous]

Masterlist

fics

marvel (primary focus atm!)

loki

fighting leads to fxxking (parts : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen)

spider-man

peter parker x stark! male! reader

kpop (no longer follow)

nct

lucas

what is this (parts : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten)

stray kids

jjproject being stray kid’s parents

insert male bias

unexpected

wet hair

exo

yixing

and a star on top

ikon

bobby

snow is crucial

bullet fics

exo

yixing

love at first sight

junmyeon

love at first sight

minseok

love at first sight

imagines

got7

got7 as people at church

got7 as parks and rec’ characters

got7 on christmas

got7 lyrics that would embarrass the rap line

jackson

for myself

signed my way into your heart

jinyoung

when will my reflection show who i am inside

reactions

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got7 reaction to finding out you’re a vegetarian

got7 reaction to finding out your mom is coming to visit

[pawkhyun]

Love Language

A very short Junhoe/Reader fluff au (?) idk what to call it lol

Author's notes: this was made impulsively so i don't really like how it ended :( but i hope you guys still like it !! i might try writing a smut fic soon~

The days seem to pass by slower nowadays, even if Junhoe's schedule has been clear for a few weeks straight now and has been at the dorm. You're glad to see the seven of them again so often; usually, you'd have the dorm all to yourself. You would get your spare keys and see yourself in, spending the day lounging at the boys' place and cleaning up a little while you're there.

You don't know exactly when, but it was excruciatingly obvious by now. Things have changed between you and Junhoe.

He was never the type to be all too affectionate, even at the start of dating. He'd write you poems, steal kisses from you once in a blue moon when the both of you are alone, but never did he show any display of affection that is, even in the slightest, bold, regularly.

The past few months have been different though. He seems a bit colder, less caring. He doesn't spend much of his time with you, and despite his schedule being free, he hasn't even asked you to go out with him. Hell, Chanwoo even offered the two of you go to a PC room together before Junhoe even tried to arrange the smallest of plans with you, which is apparently movie night because his friends weren't down to drink tonight.

Thing is, you aren't really sure of yourself, either. You might be overthinking, you consider. The thought frustrates you further.

You unknowingly let out a sigh while you and Junhoe are watching the movie together. You were too occupied by your thoughts to even process the film in front of you.

"You okay?" Junhoe asks, without missing a beat. But his eyes are still glued to the tv screen.

"Yes, jagi, I'm fine." You say, voice giving away your fragility.

Junhoe finally takes one look at you — and then reaches for the remote to switch the tv off.

The both of you are plunged in darkness, save for the dim light that had filtered through the shoji screen separating the kitchen and the living room. He takes both of your hands. You almost forgot how your tiny hands could easily be enveloped by his.

"Hey," Junhoe begins, looking at your hands in his, "did I do something wrong?"

His question takes you aback. "No, why?"

"It's just that you haven't really been happy recently. I haven't seen you smile in a while," His voice lowers in volume, making the statement seem all the more intimate. "I thought I might've done something serious without knowing."

Your expression softens at his concern. "It's just that..." you trail off, reluctant. You see Junhoe leaning in, eager to listen, so you continue. "You haven't been spending much time with me lately, and your schedule's been free for ages. I just thought we could've spent more time together since you haven't been home in forever."

Junhoe hums inquisitively, a sudden change of mood. He lets go of your hands and leans back onto the couch, and pats the seat beside him. "Come here, jagi."

As you scoot over closer to him, he snakes his arm over your shoulder. He looks at you again before planting a quick kiss onto your forehead.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I haven't been spending as much time with you as I'd like, too, if I'm being honest," He cooed, staring right into your soul. "Do you want to spend the entire day together tomorrow? Maybe the next few weeks, too."

You beam at his offer. "Of course," you say, leaning back and enjoying the warmth of his chest. You feel his heart thud at your movements, making you all the more charmed. You began to wonder if this man could make your knees buckle just by breathing. And honestly, he probably could.

"I promise I'll spend more time with you," he says, pulling you in closer. "This feels much better than any night out drinking, anyways."

Maybe you were overthinking things. After all, Junhoe's love language has always been conveyed through the little things. Either way, you were more than glad to spend the next few weeks with your boyfriend.

[luving-hanni]

Caught

Ask:  can u write something were Junhoe (ikon) has a younger sibling and he catches them making out with Chanwoo? Ty  Paring: Junhoe’s yonger sibling (reader) x Chanwoo Genre: Suggestive fluff???  Warning: kissing Word Count: idk 1k?  Comments: I think this ask has been sitting in the inbox for over a year. Both of us haven’t really been active on this account, but we’re happy to have it for when we are motivated.  ALSO this is a gender neutral story :)

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Growing up, Junhoe and you were very close and you missed him all of the time when he was away in Seoul with his group. You’re so proud of your older brother for being so successful, but you missed him. He was so busy, but did his best to call home as often as he could.

Being the younger sibling did have its perks though. You knew all of his members and sometimes got to tag along on the world tours. Sometimes between comebacks, Junhoe would let you stay at the dorms for a weekend. It was so much fun having more brothers. 

You friends would tease you and say “fall for your brother’s best friend.” Little did they know that you did. His name is Chanwoo. Your brother’s group’s maknae. Channie, as you liked to call him even though he was STILL older than you. During your stays at the dorm, you’d always have great conversations with him and he’s cute as heck.

The group finally had a holiday and junhoe and channie were going to come home for the week off. Chanwoo’s family liked too far away and your family didn’t mind if he came home. You were so excited that your crush will be living at your house for a whole week.

The week went smoothly. You got to spent a lot of time with both of them and it was amazing. It was like having TWO older brothers to hang out. They’d let you win playing video games, made sure no one hurt you when you went out, drove you around in the middle of the night to get snacks and even let you teach them a new skincare routine. You tried your best to hid your feelings around junhoe since,.. he’s your brother. But you knew that he probably knew that you had a crush on Chanwoo. 

It was the last last night together with an extra bother. Chanwoo asked if you could bring him some snacks in his room. Of course you obeyed because you’re a great hostess. Junhoe went into his room, but didn’t enter his room fully. He knew something was up. 

You brought the snacks to Channie’s room and he patted the space next to him on bed. Nervously you climbed on. He took a breath, he was visible nervous, “it’s been a great week. Thank you for letting me stay in your home” he began to trail off and lost eye contact with you. You opened your mouth to say something, but chanwoo beat you too it, “I just wanted to tell you... uhhh” he trailed off again. 

“You can tell me anything,” you replied back in attempt to comfort him, not knowing exactly where this was going to go. Chanwoo took a deep breath “ikindalikeyoubutyourmymemersyoungersistersoitskindaweird,” he said in one breath. You brain was still processing but you subconsciously scooted closer to him.  

He took this as a sign to take a leap of faith and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft. It did catch you off guard, but after a split second of processing of what was happening, you relaxed. He also calmed down since he realized you also had feelings towards him. After a moment, you pulled away and he let you go to your room to do homework or something.

Junhoe heard you shuffling to leave Chanwoo’s room and went to lay on bed to act like he was there the whole time and didin’t hear what he thought he heard. You passed Junhoe’s room and went into grab his trash to take out. Junhoe raised an eyebrow “since when are you being helpful?” he chuckled and tried to act like he didn’t know anything. “Mom said I should be extra good since we have a guest,” and he couldn’t argue that. 

Later that day, Junhoe came into your room to thank you for being a great younger sibling. “I know it might be weird to have me bring home one of my members, but you made him feel at home. Let me know when you want to come to dorms again, but I hope you don’t fall for any them. You know, that’s not allowed in our contract,” he sighed. He missed having friends of the preferred gender and all. He has expressed this before. 

You nodded and wondered if he knew about what happened earlier. He left your room without saying anything else. You spent the rest of the night hanging out and texting channie for a room away, not even acknowledging what happened. 

The next morning, channie invites you into his room again. You thought it was going to be awkward, but he just wanted to thank you for being welcoming and all. You wandered over the mirror and he came up behind you. You turned around and reached up to meet his face. Darn he’s cute. Again you softly began to make out.

Neither one of you heard your older brother’s footsteps approach the room. He cleared his voice and the two of you snapped away so quickly. Both of your faces turned a bright shade of pink. Junhoe shakes his head a you and whispers under his breath to Chan “don’t you dare hurt (insert your preferred pronouns please).”  

You travelled back with them to the dorms. The trip back wasn’t too awkard since the entire family was there. You helped get their stuff back into the dorms and hugged your brother good bye. You welcomed the other members back and Bobby excitedly said you need to stay over soon. When you got to say good bye to Chanwoo, he winked and said “I’ll have to convince your brother to let me go home with him more often,” and you chuckled.

After leaving the dorms, your phone dinged. It was from Junhoe:

I knew there was something between the two of you. I don’t mind, but please don’t let management find out.  Our dating ban is over in about a year. Please. I love you and my group, but please please be careful. I would hate to see something happen between my favorite people <3

[domjaehyun]

Please read the rules carefully before requesting/interacting, especially if it’s your first time. I know they’re long, but they’re important!

Rules for Requesting:

— I do not write non-con or incest. That includes somnophilia without established consent.

—These are some kinks that I’m not into, so please don’t request them! Foot fetishes, piss play/watersports, blood play, scat play, puke play, age play, DD/LG or MD/LB (I do write about daddy kink, though—just not, like, little space and stuff like that), pegging, fisting, like Hardcore BDSM (paddling, whipping, caning—think Fifty Shades of Grey) and gun play.

—While I am into corruption kink, I have written far too many requests for this, and don’t feel I can write more on it as of right now without it feeling repetitive.

—The groups that I write for are as follows: NCT, Ateez, BTS, Seventeen, EXO, GOT7, iKON (kinda), and Monsta X. Please do not request for any other groups!

— I do not write for certain members. Please respect that! (Currently the list consists of Jongdae/Chen (EXO), Chenle (NCT), Jisung (NCT), and Jongho (ATEEZ), but I’ll add on the more I think of! I will no longer answer questions for why I don’t write for people.)

—Please be polite when requesting. Use your manners. I know you have them. If I get requests like “do a smut with [insert member]” or just like “choking with [member]” or any other message where I don’t like the tone, I’m deleting it. Not to sound like the preschool (assistant) teacher I am, but “please” and “thank you” really go a very long way.

—Don’t rush me! I am but a little me and I get overwhelmed easily. As I write this post, I have over 60 requests to get to. You can absolutely message me to see if I got your message, though; I don’t mind that at all.

—I have decided that I’ll be capping requests after twenty (20) after I clean out my inbox. Otherwise, I get way too overwhelmed, and I really don’t want a repeat of what’s going on now where I have 60 requests to get to! Please understand and please do not send requests if I say they’re closed!

—Please specify what group you’re asking about if you’re sending in anything about a group as a whole! I will default and do NCT (most likely 127) so I don’t want you to end up disappointed! On that same thread, please don’t send in reactions/MTLs for NCT as a whole, as 21 members is incredibly overwhelming.

—I do write for male readers, but I don’t write member x member fics.

Rules for Interacting:

—Do not interact if you are a minor. At all. Full stop.

—Please state your pronouns! I will probably assume you identify as female, and the last thing I want is to misgender anyone, so if you identify as something other than female, please state that so I don’t call you “girl” or “sis” or something like that.

—Again, and I cannot stress this enough—be respectful. Don’t kink shame. Talk to me with respect, and you will get the same energy back. I am an incredibly sweet and friendly person, but I do not tolerate disrespect in any way, shape, or form. 

—As well as being respectful to me, please be respectful towards each other. This should be a safe, happy space for people to be comfortable talking to me and amongst each other. If something someone says upsets you, please address it respectfully.

—Have fun! I love you and can’t wait to talk to you!