#jiung fluff

[trashcigs]

what they notice first ・ 피원하모니 crush!neutral reader + word count 0.9k genre fluff, crushing cw not proof-read — more 👩‍🦰

keeho, your appearance

heart eyes, heart eyes, heart eyes. keeho just admires you, you're just so ethereal.

treasures photos of you like a soldier going to war. photobooth film strips will be decoed on his bedroom walls, will keep Polaroids of you two on the back of his phone and have the most horrendous (your words not his) goofy .5 photos of you in his camera roll ( he really loves them tho )

when you look away from him to choose a pastry at your favourite cafe, he's looking admiring you through his sunglasses. he loves everything about you, he constantly tells himself that God has favorites.

keeho feels like the entire world is slowing down whenever he looks at you. means every single word, whenever he calls you gorgeous or pretty

will melt into a puddle if you compliment him too

taeyang, your facial expressions

finds the way you move intriguing, laughing at your facial expressions every chance he gets

theo is also very expressive with his emotions, so to see someone who also can't hide them is so endearing to him.

loves the facial expressions you make whenever you find something you like or remember an important detail to a story. the slightly audible gasp, the hand over your mouth, the eyes widening and then darting towards him

when someone you don't like passes the both of you in the library, the disgusted look you both give the person and then each other. barely finding being able to hold in your laughter after seeing the other.

usually ends up finding himself on his bed giggling over the way you gave him a very warm and loving expression, kicking his feet under the duvet and giggling like mad man

jiung, your smile

jiung likes to think that your smile was the first thing that captivated him. he's the type of person who would be having a terrible morning but the moment he sees you smile its suddenly the best day of his life.

he usually finds himself smiling when you're smiling, cheek in his hand, his lips curved up -- eyes like crescents. looks like the snoopy image, stares at you like you hung up the stars. he always does whatever he can to see it, whether that be telling awful jokes, or mimicking anime characters anything that would crack a smile on your face he will do

its even worse when you compliment his gummy smile. completely faltering when you wave goodbye and send a soft smile his way. my friend, he's a goner 🙏

intak, your laugh

intak immediately finds his eyes darting towards you after saying a crappy joke, just to hear and see you laugh

and omg when you do, he's never been happier. will laugh along but only because your laugh makes him so giddy. it's so bad that he recognizes your laughter from distance. he just knows that voice is coming from you.

your laugh is a perfect melody, has never failed to put him into a good mood. he's pretty proud knowing that he can make anyone laugh at his jokes, but for you? he wouldnt mind trying a bit harder

intak thinks your laugh is the most majestic melody bestowed upon this very earth ( his words not mine). when he scrolls through his camera roll to see a video of you laughing at him for losing in a game of basketball at the arcade, he needs to grab the nearest wall before his legs give out on him.

and he's so bad a hiding it. grinning from ear to ear amd eyes turning into crescents whenever he hears you laugh. ( he'll try to turn away because the sound of your laughter is still ringing in his ears and making him giggle like a school girl i front of you)

soul, your eyes

soul really adores your eyes. it's always so full of love. he usually finds himself gazing your way too often. he thinks he's being subtle but you can him bending his neck looking your way every once in a while.

but when your eyes meet he feels the cloud parting and the sun rays shining on him your eyes, finds himself gazing into your ways way too often. when your eyes meet he feels the clouds parting and sun rays bestowing upon him, his body floating to the heavens above.

looses himself too easily, whenever you're arguing and he needs to look up at you he falters. he can't argue with someone who has big beautiful eyes. whatever you say gorgeous

loves how expressive your eyes are , leaning on his hand to stare at them from afar

watches the way your eyes crinkle over the smallest things, they way they shine when he gets one of your favorite snacks!

he definitely has a emoticon dedicated to your big beautiful eyes.

jongseob, your hands

it's the way your hands hold so much warmth that he has the urge to lean into your touch, even if it's for a few seconds ( maybe when he gains the courage )

whenever both your hands brush against each other, seob tries to act slick and nonchalant but his body completely betrays him dating his eyes between your hands your face, and the book in front of him. wondering if you had noticed, if you did it on purpose, if you felt disgusted but will mutter w a small sorry and when you reply its okay he tries to hide his smile behind a book.

does find himself looking at your hands, wondering what it would be like to hold them if they were brushing through his hair if they were on him. he's usually the first the notice if you've done anything with your nails

and compliments you on the new nail sets, the colour, or even the gems. will send you inspo photos for your next visit to the nail salon. ( when you invite him over he loses it )

additional note: jongseob seems like the person who loves to make handmade gifts, bracelets, necklaces, rings -- anything. when he sees you wear them tho he does a doubke take, ( hold his hand n he's sure he can die in peace right then and there

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— ★ ₊˚ ARE YOU JEALOUS ?

★ ₊˚ Request ! : “Hii! Hope you're doing good :) I wanted to request a jiung scenario (from the p1harmony request thingy heh), kind of best friends au, but you both have feelings for each other. Maybe you're close to another member and he gets jealous (?) you can decide how the rest goes! With promt #21 from the fluff list, and the scenario: "one gaming (or focusing on something) normally whilst the other styles their hair in silly little ways". Thank you so much in advance ^^”

★ ₊˚ paring: Jealous!jiung x bestfriend!reader

★ ₊˚ Genre: fluff

★ ₊˚ word count: 0.4k

★ ₊˚ A/N ; tysm for making this request and being so polite and patient i’m sorry that’s it so short!! sorry for any errors. hope you enjoy :) if you’d also like to make a request for any piwon or enhypen member the prompt list are here

“ cut it out, I’m trying to focus.” jiung whined pushing your hands out of his hair. “ what’s your issue?”

His issue? what’s his issue? you’ve been practically ignoring him all day seemingly too occupied by the super amazing and handsome Theo.

It was torture watching you two all day, talking, laughing, glued at the hips. Jiung was two more giggles away from jumping off the nearest cliff but, he wasn’t jealous you're his best friend after all it's normal for you both to hang out with other people. Or at least that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself.

“ I don’t have an issue I’m just trying to focus on the game… if you wanna talk to someone why not go to Theo since you seemed to enjoy being with him so much.” the boy scoffed fingers gliding naturally across his keyboard as he skillfully kills another player.

“What are you talking about– Hold on, are you jealous?” you smirk pulling his head back, forcing him to look up at you.

“ What’s there to be jealous of?” Jiung replied. “ Maybe you should ask yourself that.” you say wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He did ask himself, and each time he'd get the same answer.

“ If you’re so sad about me spending time with Theo why don’t you ask me out so we can spend time together alone.” You state boldly.

Jiung freezes, the words “ game over.” flashing red on his screen as he slowly turns around to look at you. Not even acknowledging the loss of his kill streak.

He must’ve miss heard you.

“ W-what did you say?” Jiung asks

“ I said since you’re so bothered by me hanging out with Theo you should ask me out yourself.” you repeat using the hair tie on your writs to pull the male's hair into a ponytail before carefully pulling a few strands free to frame his face. All the while Jiung stared up at you seemingly lost in thought.

“ Your hair looks cute like this,” you say almost too normally for jiungs liking. Why were you acting so normal as if you didn’t just tell the boy to ask you out on a date?

“ Y/n ?”

“ Yes.”

“ Do you want to go on a date with me?” the boy asks voice cracking slightly from how nervous he was.

“ only been waiting years for you to ask.” you reply playfully rolling your eyes.

“ oh shut up.” Jiung says shoving your shoulder his cheeks red as a tomato as he turns back to his game ready to respawn.

“ Oh wait.” he says holding his hands out for you to grab which you do watching as he guides your hands back into his hair.

“ I want pigtails now.” He says before resuming his game.

“ You are something else.”

“ yeah, but you like it.”

“ yeah… I do.”

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[sirenseob]

You ask p1harmony “Would you still love me if i was a worm?”

a/n: this is kinda, not my best work but i feel like i need something to open my creativity

Keeho -

Theo -

Jiung -

Intak -

Soul -

Jongseob -

[sunoooism]

> summary : bf!texts with Jiung <3

> warnings : cute Jiung obvi, cursing, ik Halloween has passed but I saw the opportunity so I took it, lil bit of arguing, Intak is involved ??, petnames: sweetheart, sweets, ml (my love) & love, gn! reader

📞. . . brr brr . . . . brr brr, hello?

©sunoooism

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ p1h reaction - sweet moments with them

includes: established relationship, mentions of reader being athletic, mentions of migraines. use of jagi

a/n: dedicating this post to the lovely @sunoooism <33 ty for helping me get into piwon bestie. i'm still debating whether or not i want to start taking reqs for them but i've had this idea for a while so i figured i would post it

feedback is always appreciated <33

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ theo - waking up together

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sunlight streaming in through your windows causes you to stir awake early in the morning. you shift to lay on your side, smiling at the sight of theo curled up against your side. his arm remains gingerly laying against your waist the way it was the night before. 

you reach up, carefully adjusting his fringe so the hair is no longer in his eyes. the strands feel soft against your fingers despite the years of continuous bleaching and dying. 

theo stirs slightly at the feeling, making you freeze in your movements. to your relief, he lets out a small sigh before his body relaxes against the pillows once again. you softly smile as you continue to carefully twist his hair between your fingers to pass the time. 

“you’re so handsome,” you finally whisper into the quiet. “and you’re kind. you’re the most important person in my life. i can’t imagine being without you. i just… i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you too.” you freeze, eyes widening as theo blinks awake. he softly smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. he strokes his thumb against your skin before he leans in to pepper fleeting kisses against your skin.

⋆｡°✩ keeho - he sings for you

(word count 193)

“babe?” keeho asks as he slowly pushes your bedroom door open. you simply groan in response, body still curled up underneath one of his blankets. he furrows his eyebrows as he enters the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. it does little to block any noise from echoing throughout the dorm, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. he sits down on the edge of the bed as he carefully pushes the blanket down just enough to expose your face. “what’s wrong?” 

“migraine.” the word is little more than a mumble. you wince; your eyes screw shut as another wave of pain hits you. 

“i’m sorry honey,” keeho whispers. “can i do anything to help?”

you shift just enough to make room on the bed beside you before patting the sheets. “sing for me?”“anything for you.” keeho stifles a small chuckle as he slides underneath the blankets, propping himself up under his elbow. he gently rubs his fingers against your temples in an attempt to soothe your migraine before he softly begins singing. “‘cause all of me loves all of you. loves your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

⋆｡°✩ jiung - him waiting up for you

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you quietly enter the dorms with the spare key jiung had given you. you slip your shoes off by the front door before walking further into the dorm towards a small light source. 

you find jiung laying on the dorm couch; his body is sprawled out along the cushions and an unfamiliar drama plays on the living room tv. you stifle a small chuckle at the sight as you walk around to grab the remote and switch it off. now immersed in darkness, you kneel down next to your still-sleeping boyfriend before carefully shaking him awake. 

“jiung,” you whisper. “jagi.” 

he startles slightly as he wakes up, blinking rapidly in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the darkness. he rubs the sleepiness from his eyes before he squints at you. “y/n?”

“hi honey,” you chuckle. “what are you doing out here so late?”

jiung sits up on the couch, slowly stretching his body out. “i was waiting up for you.”

you softly smile, reaching a hand out to help him stand. “you shouldn’t have.” 

“but i wanted to.” jiung smiles as he leans in to press a kiss against your temple. 

“thank you,” you whisper, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

⋆｡°✩ intak - playing soccer together

(word count 212)

“hey, look!” intak startles slightly as you eagerly tug him along with you towards a field near the park. a soccer ball lays on the terf in the center of the fake grass, complete with two goal posts at either end. 

you momentarily let go of intak’s hand - much to his disappointment - to jog towards the ball. you laugh as you begin to kick the ball around, easily maneuvering it with your foot. “you wanna play a few rounds?”

“okay,” intak shakes his head despite the way his lips quirk upwards into a small smile as he jogs around to the opposite side of the field. “but don’t hold a grudge when i kick your ass.”

“whatever you say,” you laugh. 

he slips his thick hoodie off before setting it on the grass beside the field. you begin running as you kick the ball along, aiming for the goal post. intak is quick to react, blocking the ball before he kicks it towards your side. to your dismay, the ball effortlessly rolls in before slamming against the back net.

“yes!” intak cheers, throwing his hands up in victory. 

“that was only one goal,” you playfully huff. 

intak snakes his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards into his chest. “loser,” he teases.

⋆｡°✩ soul - playing with his hair

(word count 212)

you quietly enter soul’s room, carefully shutting the door behind yourself. his body lays hunched over the small desk in the corner; his head rests on top of his arm. a few of his korean textbooks have been pushed to the side. a dim lamp in the corner is the only source of light, casting a gentle golden glow across the small space. 

you softly smile to yourself as you make your way over to your still-sleeping boyfriend. soul stirs as you rest a hand against his shoulder to gently shake him awake. “hey,” you whisper. “jagi.”

he tiredly blinks up at you as he sits up, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “what time is it?” he mumbles.

“late.” your hand just barely ghosts against his back as you coax him to his feet before you guide him over to his bed. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

soul nods, all but collapsing underneath the covers. you slide under the blankets beside him as he curls up against your side. you softly smile at the sight, slowly raking your hand through his disheveled locks. he lets out a content sigh as you twist the strands between your fingers. “i love you,” he mumbles.

“i love you too, soul.”

⋆｡°✩ jongseob - he teaches you how to skate

(word count 211)

jongseob smiles as you grip onto his hands before taking a shaky step onto his skateboard. he intertwines your fingers together, letting you lean against him for support as you begin maintaining your balance. “don’t worry,” he says. “i’ve got you.” 

you bite your lip as you glance back down at the ground - a nervous habit jongseob had noticed after knowing you for so long. “hey,” he whispers, catching your attention. his hand slips out of yours momentarily to carefully lift your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’m here. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

you take a shaky breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before nodding. “okay.”

jongseob carefully steps to the side as he slowly begins to roll the board along the sidewalk. his hands hesitantly release yours the further you go until he lets go entirely. 

his happiness grows when you look up at him with a bright smile of your own, waiting for the board to naturally stop before you excitedly step off. “i did it!” jongseob chuckles as you step off of the board to pull him into a hug. 

his arms instinctively wrap around your waist as he presses a chaste kiss against your cheek. “you did it, jagi.”

[sxcret-garden-archive]

P1Harmony Headpats

✧ P1Harmony all members x reader ✧ words: ~100 per member ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none

Keeho: 

finds it a little weird when you first pat his head

doesn’t love it but he doesn’t hate it either

will let you do it though, and also let you play with his hair in the process - he doesn’t mind if it’s something you enjoy

however, he loves giving you headpats

he’s very affectionate and touchy, so obviously he ends up giving you lots of headpats too (if you like that)

could pat your head for hours lol

loves combining it with cheek kisses or little kisses on the tip of your nose uwu

Theo:

he gets so embarrassed if you pat his head ndndnx

hates it with a passion (mostly because he likes it so much that he doesn’t know what to do with himself)

WILL give you death glares but at the same time melt under your touch

might even whine if you pat his head surprisingly

a bit shy about giving headpats back and he probably won’t do it unless you tell him to

tries to give you headpats more often if you ask him to

that will also help him be a bit more honest about liking them himself, but he will still blush and become a flustered mess everytime you do it :’)

Jiung:

very shy about both giving and receiving headpats

when you pat his head he feels very loved and warm inside

it takes him a while to get used to the feeling and to really let himself show his emotions

but eventually he will just give in to your touch and enjoy it

is equally shy when you ask him to pat your head too

but he’ll be happy to still do it if it’s something that makes you happy!

ends up loving the gesture, both from you to him and from him to you

Intak:

pretends that he absolutely hates it when you first pat his head

it should be him patting your head instead!!!

but really, he loves it when you do it, running your fingers through his hair or playing with the strands

once you’ve gotten him to admit that, he will always throw you a very conflicted look when you pat his head

but god forbid you stop, then he’ll give you his best puppy eyes

loves patting your head as well, especially when he hugs you or you two are cuddling

if it’s something you don’t like, he WILL do it simply to annoy you

Soul:

doesn’t really get why you would like patting his head??

but he does it to you all the time

whether it’s ruffling his fingers through your hair or just patting the top of your head, it’s one of his favourite gestures of affection

does it to comfort you if you feel down or simply to show you he loves you

finds it very cute if you get embarrassed by the gesture uwu

if you reciprocate the action he will try to duck away unless you pat his head in a very specific way that he likes

Jongseob:

a shy bean

sometimes pats your head because he thinks it’s cute

very soft and careful touches uwu

however, he will stop functioning if you do it back

turns into a stuttering, giggling and blushing mess once you pat his head

starts rambling out of embarrassment jdhdhd

eventually he’ll learn to deal with the sensation of you patting his head though

he just likes it a lot

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buy me a coffee ♡

[sxfterhearts]

cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

[newestq]

banana milk (c. jiung/최지웅) — masterlist

synopsis — making banana milk with jiung at 4am.

author's note — i love jiung sm.

fluff, gn!reader, intak + soul + keeho mentioned

"vanilla or vanilla?" you ask in english, grabbing the pure vanilla extract from the cupboard. pursing your lips, you slowly poor some onto the 1/2 tsp. measurer.

"va... nilla?" jiung's voice raises in pitch by the end of his question. he wasn't sure what you were asking.

"the pronunciation," you say, adding the extract to the blender. "do you say it with the i or the e. i say it with the e. vanella."

"i think i say it both ways." jiung pushes the chopped up banana over to you, picking up the extract for you. "why do you bring it up?"

"keeho and i were bickering about it, so i wanted to get your take on it."

jiung laughs softly, taking a piece of banana and popping it into his mouth. "keeho bickers over everything." he stands by you, leaning his back against the counter as he watches you slide the banana pieces off the cutting board and into the blender.

"true. do you have milk?"

jiung crosses his arms, squinting his eyes. "it would've been great to ask that before we started."

you giggle, tilting your head to a downward angle slightly. "i forgoooooot."

though he tries not to, jiung can't help but smile. he pushes himself off the counter and checks the fridge for milk. fortunately there's a little left.

"you're lucky intak hasn't had his ungodly hour cereal craving yet." he hands you the milk and you laugh at his remark.

"hopefully the blender doesn't wake anyone up."

"i don't even think they know we own a blender." jiung is standing by your side now, his hand placed softly at your waist.

"well there isn't enough for them, so." you shrug, closing the lid. you reach down to the buttons to start blending, but you realize it's in japanese.

"it was a gift from shota's mom," jiung says upon seeing your hesitation. "it's this one." he clicks the button for you.

the blender makes a loud sound, and you feel jiung's hand tense on your waist. turning your head to look at him, you pull your smile back and widen your eyes. he smiles, letting out a short laugh.

the blender turns off on its own, and thankfully the bananas seem blended enough to not have to sit through another two minutes of that.

jiung grabs two cups from the cupboard above you and you poor the drink into the glassware.

"homemade banana milk taste test," jiung says, and he takes a sip of the drink. you watch for his reaction as you take a small sip of yours.

he takes the cup away from his mouth and smacks his tongue as he squints his eyes, brows furrowed, in thought.

"it's lacking something."

"you didn't have condensed milk."

"that's probably it," he says, pointing a finger. "it's good though. i like it. not sure if it's something i'd make at 4:36 in the morning, though."

"okay, my bad," you purse your lips, as you put your unoccupied hand in the air in guilt.

"let's finish this and then head to bed, yeah?" you nod, and take another sip of your drink. jiung is halfway finished his.

as you take the last sip of your drink, you hear footsteps coming from up the hallway. jiung takes yours and his glass, setting them in the sink for jongseob to do tomorrow morning ( sorry not sorry, jb ) he thinks.

intak appears in the kitchen and he looks at the both of you with sleepy eyes. he's too tired to say anything.

he goes to the fridge, and you and jiung smile to each other as you sneak out of the kitchen, giggling like little kids when you hear intak groan.

"who the fuck drank all of my milk?"

[kkydult]

— Chance

non idol! jiung x gn!reader - angst + fluff - 0.5k

prmt ; and i promise you can fall in love again~

watching you get worked up over guys who never gave you the time of day drove jiung mad. he tried to show you your worth time and time again but you never saw him, too focused on trying to figure out if the guy you were talking to was ghosting you.

when once again he’s proven to be an asshole you break down. it felt like no matter what you did you would end up with some guy who didn’t care and it was hard to just give up on love because you had so much to give. the relief of knowing that you could turn to jiung in times like this his patience with you was so admirable. while you just cried in his arms he would reassure you reminding you that you didn’t have to give up on love, and you could find someone.

the more you thought about it someone made sense out of all the bazaar of fools you had encountered. you knew you could rely on this someone, he was never imposing, never too much. if anything he made everything feel right and you wanted to just give in.

“you’re zoning out again y/n” you looked up at the tv displaying your loss at the game you had been playing, you look over to jiung smiling apologetically before shaking your head out of your daydream. you feel him scoot over to you placing a hand on your forehead then hum to himself,

“you don’t seem sick? what’s wrong?” he tapped his shoulder for you to rest on. it was like a unspoken rule you had with each other, lending the other a shoulder to rest on while you vented your worries away. and so you did you put your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you holding you close, it felt right.

“i’m worried i’m gonna make a mistake… again” you spoke lightly you knew it was barely audible but it was all you could get out.

“that’s just human, mistakes are inevitable but you can’t stop making choices sometimes you just have to take a chance you know?” he told you in a soft voice, the one that he always used with you when you were down, you hadn’t even realized how much it helped just hearing him speak. you let your body move by instinct just letting his words play out into reality, your lips gently placed on his. and just like that he took the lead placing his hand on your cheek as he kissed you, letting it last so you felt how long he’d been holding himself back.

“that would never have been a mistake, it was just a matter of time” he told you as you rest your heads together, you almost apologize for being so oblivious but your words were cut short as he kissed you this time letting your fingers intertwine together.

[hoonsangel]

“Home”- Choi Jiung

paring: idol!jiung x gn reader

genre: fluff, fluff, and comfort (so fluff.)

wc:1.01k

a/n: this is honestly self-indulgent I wrote this so long ago when he did his unboxing live and wrote it all in one-night 🫣 but I'm just now getting around to editing and revising it I hope you like it and think I did my man justice🫂

You’re not sure when you fell asleep nor the reason

maybe it was from the lulling sound of his fingers tapping away at his keyboard or the low hum of the song he was working so diligently on. Your brain may not have figured it out but your body was perfectly in tune with the reason. It was the comfort he gave you simply from his presence. The safety you never thought you’d feel from a person. Yet here, someone who represented that sat in your line of sight. Even in your sleepy daze, your eyes find him. A small smile on your face at the sight of him reassuring your body that your home was nearby and allowing you to drift back to sleep.

Jiung was lost in his song, leaned back in his desk chair, eyes closed, trying to figure out what was missing from his passionate side project. Going over the lyrics in his head before a tsk is released from his mouth. His head dropped in his hands as he took a spin around in his chair from the sheer power he put into his act of frustration. Looking up he’s met with the view of your sleeping figure, quiet snores slipping from your lips. His heart picks up for another reason.

Making his way over to you he starts to examine your facial features he believes he never got to see enough. Something he blames on his idol life. If it was up to him he knows he would never stop admiring you. Memorizing you so well inside and out, he could describe every beauty mark and crevice in detail. He didn’t notice but his hand had started naturally gravitating towards yours and had already made itself comfortable. Looking down at your intertwined fingers mentally saving this memory of you one he’d come back to when he couldn’t see you in person or missed you too much to put into words.

You and Jiung had never clarified what you are. You were comfortable with the intimate touches and the more than friend-like things you said to each other. You both thought just being there for each other was the right fit. So nothing was out of the ordinary when he proceeded to place a tender kiss on your forehead effectively waking you out of your partial slumber and you clasping your arms around his neck drawing him closer to you. His arms instinctively draping around your figure your face buried in his neck you mutter “I'm sorry” he slightly pulls away to see your face “for what” almost in a whisper “for falling asleep, I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t sleep so well these past few days” you say with a yawn.

Jiung can’t help but find your stretched face adorable taking this chance to bury his face in the crevice of your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin. He sighs, the hot air brushing against the previously adorned skin “No, I'm sorry I made you lose sleep.” Grasping his face in your hands you’re finally able to see him clearly after the sleep in your system somewhat started to subside. Coming face to face with an equally as tired boy the stress of his schedule weighing heavily on his expression “It seems like we both lost sleep” the playful tone sitting on the end of your words. A deep chuckle is heard from him and a genuine smile, something you haven’t seen in what feels like forever as he snuggles into your hands, kissing the wrist.

“You have no idea” the smile still playing on his lips “Come” is all you say as you stand from the small couch in his studio. You pushed the blanket he had placed on you sometime during your nap earlier while saving him from the squatting position he had been in this whole time. Your intertwined hands are being used to your advantage, his side project seemingly forgotten as you drag him to the living room couch of his dorm making you both sit. His eyes trailed behind you as he allowed you to do whatever plan you had suddenly thought of. The lovestruck expression on Jiung's face during this interaction was hard to mistake it was obvious to anyone who saw him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

Yet you didn’t notice, you were too busy settling the blanket between the two of you, making it as even as possible. Your hands had been released sometime during the shuffling but they found their way back as they always do but this time it’s accompanied by his hand guiding your chin to press a slow but short kiss to your lips the type that leaves your lips parted and a slight heave in your chest. A squeeze on your hand brings you back down and your gaze is directed at him who seems unfazed by the unsaid words that were present in the kiss his eyes trained on the TV in front “look forward this is important for later” referring to the movie he had put on in your mental outing.

As the movie progressed you switched to partially sitting in his lap. Your legs are thrown over his. your head finding solace neck as he makes soft circles on your back. He knows when he hears the same soft snores he heard earlier in the night you had drifted off. Shifting you to his bedroom should’ve been easy yet how was he supposed to follow his original plan when you say “let’s just stay here…please” His body makes another decision for him that night. Laying his body next to yours, Your limbs start to fall into place, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Your back pressed to his chest, heartbeats synchronizing with each other as his brain becomes hyperaware of the rise and fall of your body remembering your breathing to be his best lullaby successfully letting him have the precious sleep he had been missing in your absence.

©hoonsangel│please don’t repost, copy, or translate any of my works

[hrts4kyo]

Was it worth it in the end? — ♡

♡ jiung x fem!reader <3

♡ genre: angst x fluff (wc; 3.0k)

♡ sypnosis: ever since you found out about your illness and its progression, you always told one person; jiung. Your childhood bestfriend, and the one person you felt closest to. Yet, when you went to your weekly doctors appointment, you came back with news that had you wondering if telling jiung would be the right thing to do.

♡ warnings: mentions of ilness, hospital visits, loss of life, coma, mental health issues.

♡ song suggestion: die 4 you — dean.+`

You never expected to come back from the doctors appointment with such a dreary feeling that consumed your mind. Normally, the hardest part of having a doctors appointment was arriving there in the first place, and leaving with a burden lifted off of your shoulders. You hated how you had to come back to the same clinic every single weekend, and had to walk the same corridors, and enter the same room, and see the same doctor.

The more your illness developed and progressed in its stages, the more you found little comfort in being taken care of. You didn’t like the feeling of burdening people with your struggles, and you hated even more that no matter how hard someone tried to heal you, you only got worse.

The one person who didn’t make you feel as though you were a reminder of sadness and sorrow in its living human form was jiung. Your closest friend that supported you since the very first day.

Yet, after the dreadful news that came with the new files the doctor received, you didn’t know whether or not telling jiung would be the best idea. You still vividly remembered the several calls you got from him this morning, asking you if you would like him to come along so he can be there for any major news. And as much as you wanted him with you, you were fearful that the doctor would say something that would result in nothing but pure despondency. And you weren’t wrong.

Jiung was always one to overthink. He did nothing but care for you ever since he found out about your illness. He always checked up on you, came over to your apartment with a handful of freshly picked flowers and a cup of your favourite drink. He did everything he possibly could to make sure that your mentality remained stable and healthy, unlike your physical health that he unfortunately couldn’t heal, but swore he would heal if he could.

But, ever since you sat him down on your couch at your apartment and told him the news, he had treated you like a piece of damaged glass that could be shattered any second. He no longer ran up to you to give his hugs you could never get enough of, he no longer wrapped his arm around your shoulders and put you into headlock like he did since you were children, and he no longer play fought with you in a fear that he would accidentally hurt you in the process.

And you were sick of it. You were sick and tired of people treating you like you were incapable of doing anything on your own, you hated how everyone started to be gentle around you, and to make it even worse, you hated how no one could ever talk to you about anything but your sickness. Every morning you woke up to the constant messages of; “Are you okay?” “How are you feeling?” “How did the doctors appointment go?” and nothing else.

It was a constant reminder that you were nothing but an ill person that had no future ahead of them.

Of course people only wanted to see how you were doing because they were concerned for you, but you could only take it much longer. No one could be capable of enduring this every second of their day, right?

And so, you decided to not focus on the news the doctor gave you, and make the most of the day that was ahead of you. Even if that meant lying to people whom you swore youd always tell the truth to if it had something to do with you. Without a second thought, you took your phone out of the coat of your long brown jacket, and dialed the number of your most favourite person.

“Jiung?”

“Y/n! I was so worried for you I couldn’t help but pace around my house the entire time you were at the appointment, how did it go? are you doing okay? I coul—“ You sighed and cut jiung off quickly

“jyu, you already know how much I hate those questions, I’m doing good, actually, maybe even better. Do you want to come to the cafe infront of my apartment for a bit and have some brunch? we can go to my apartment later on and watch a movie as well” You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you continued to walk in the autumn breeze.

“I’ll be there in 5, don’t tire yourself out too much okay?” Jiung called into the phone, the sound of his car keys in the background.

“I wont jyu” And the phone call ended.

You stopped walking for a brief moment, realising how tears had started to collect at the side of your eyes. Tears swelled up and blurred your vision slightly, and so you looked up to the sky, blinking away the proof of your sadness that swallowed you everyday. You let out a puff of air, watching as a cloud of fog like air danced around you due to the coldness that surrounded the city despite the morning sun being out.

You continued on your way, burying your face as far as it could go in your wool scarf.

As you finally arrived to the cafe that was located right around the corner to your apartment block and looked inside, you finally saw him. Jiung was sitting down in a table located in the corner, the very table that you both had claimed together as a special meeting place, it even had the initials of you two scribbled at the very bottom of the table, a true relic of the cafe, with a phone in his hand and two coffee cups placed next to each other waiting to be drunken out of.

“Someone came early today” You laughed, pulling out a chair to sit next to jiung.

“Oh my god i’ve missed you so much Y/n, really, I cant even do normal tasks without thinking about you” Jiung sighed, stuffing his face in his hands as he tried to slow down his heartbeat.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and placed your other hand on one of his hands that his face was stuffed in, telling him to look at you as concern covered all your features.

“Jyu, You dont need to be concerned anymore I swear, I have amazing news”

Guilt started collecting at the pit of your stomach, a sense of uncertainty making you feel nauseous. Was this the right decision, or would you end up regretting not telling him the truth? only time would tell. And right about now, the first option seemed more appropriate.

Jiung immediately pulled his face from his hands, looking up at you with a new profound glimmer in his eyes that you found cuter than anything else in this world.

“Well, the results of this test showed that, I’m not doing as bad as before. I’m getting much better actually jyu.”

And right at that moment, you were glad you told him you were getting better. Within just a few seconds, Jiung was crying as he came to your side of the table to give you the biggest hug he could possibly give. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him back and taking in the scent of his cologne you loved so very much. As you both sat there intertwined in the hug, you sunk deeper and deeper into his touch, feeling more comfort than you had ever felt for as long as you could remember. Although you wanted to deny it, you had noticed the feelings you had started to develop for jiung were way more than just the platonic love and adoration you had for him previously.

He did way more for you than anyone else had ever done. He knew every small detail about you, from the things that made you the happiest to the things that made you want to hide under your covers. And with each little thing he found out about you, he never once treated you differently than before. Jiung was just as open as you. He talked about his struggles, he talked about what made him happy and what made him sad, but one thing he never failed to mention was how you were his favourite person.

He would bring it up every second of his day if he could, and, he nearly always did.

When the hug started to loosen up, you noticed how your coat had felt dampened from the tears that jiung just couldn’t seem to stop, and it just made you want to start crying yourself. You felt bad for lying to him, you really did, but this would be for the best for the time being, as unfortunate as it was, this was what would make him feel better.

and you’d do anything as long as it meant he was happy.

“Jyu? Oh my god how have you still not stopped crying? Come on, lets go back to my place, we can watch a movie together yeah? I’ve missed doing that a lot.”

Jiung smiled and nodded, holding your hand as he stood up with you. Both of you grabbed the warm coffee cups and started making your way together, huddled as close as possible to keep the warmth between you two.

. . .

You finally arrived home, the warm embrace of your apartment welcoming in both of you with a glimmer of the warm sun. You shook of your coat gently and hung it up in the doorway, jiung following along. His black puffer jacket hung right atop of yours, the brown and black suiting each other as if they belonged together all along. Everytime you saw his belongings around your apartment, you’d get the sudden urge to ask him to move in with you. There was nothing more comforting than seeing him so close to you and around your place treating it as if it was his home as well. It just made you feel so much closer; which you didn’t even think was possible.

“What movie we watching?” Jiung asked, walking into your room to get the white throw you had placed on the side of your bed. The very same throw jiung had gifted for you at the beginning of the year when you first moved in to this home, and the very same throw you cried into when you were at your lowest.

“Hmm, how about—“

“Let me guess, titanic?” Jiung laughed, sitting down quicky on the creme coloured couch that was placed neatly ahead of the tv, getting comfortable as he snuggled up to your throw.

“You know me so well, jyu” You walked next to him, lifting up the throw so you could rest your body on his.

“Of course i do, youre my favourite person y/n. I’m so glad you’re better, I’ll no longer bring up your health from now on, I promise” Jiung said, resting his head atop of yours as he clicked on the tv to play your all time favourite movie.

As the movie started playing, the beautiful shine of the evening sun made its way through the open windows of the building, making you feel in a dream-like state. This is the emotion you had been craving for the longest time. The feeling of safety. The one time you got to think about something other than your health.

Sooner or later, the movie just became back ground noise to you, a sleepiness surrounding all your limbs and mind. As your eyes begun to shut, Jiung noticed and pulled the throw over you slightly higher so it covered your torso, and gave you a small kiss to your head as he rested on you once again. Right as you were about to dose off, you heard a small mumble coming from jiungs lips, his beautiful voice lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, y/n.”

. . .

Before you knew it, it was the next day. And you were still on the same couch, the same yellow throw draped over your figure. Yet, there was one evident difference. Jiung was no longer next to you.

You stood up slowly, picking up yourself as your bones felt weak and sore. Shit. You had forgotten to take your pills last night, and you were feeling even weaker than you usually would, and this was not helpful. You slowly made your way to your counter, to be met with the sight of a small piece of paper placed right on the ledge with a neat handwriting on it.

Of course it was from Jiung.

“Sorry y/n!! I had to leave a bit early for work, Fell asleep on the couch yesterday…oopsies…but, i promise to come back around later today, can we finish the move then? call me if you need anything!

Love — jiung.”

you smiled to yourself, placing the piece of paper in your pocket as you headed towards the pantry to get your pills, might as well take them now, better late then never was the one sentence your doctor would always repeat to you.

When you went to grab the pills from your assigned medical box, you were met with the sight of nothing, pills all finished.

You had ran out.

And your bones were too weak to drive.

As you felt an approaching migraine, you considered calling jiung to ask him if he can get the pills for you, but he was at work, right? its better not to disrupt him. What about your mother? shit. she was out of state. Any other friends? They don’t care enough, do they?

At last, you came to the conclusion that you would have to buy them yourself, even if it meant putting yourself at risk. And even though you were scared this would result badly, The chemist you always bought your pills from was only a few kms away, it wouldnt be much of a problem. And so, you grabbed your car keys with a spinning head and shakey hands, and made your way out of the apartment, praying youd be able to come back safely and step foot back into your apartment with no damage to yourself.

You walked down the stairs as your world continued to spin, holding on to the metal railing beside as tightly as you could, trying to keep your balance and step on the stairs one by one without missing any and causing yourself to go flying down them. Once you made it all the way to the bottom, you took a deep breath in and exhaled with a slight cough, your lungs feeling tighter than they previously were walking down the stairs. When you finally got to your car, you sat down and shut your eyes tightly, nausea building up at the pit of your stomach. You felt like you could throw up any second, but it was only set to get worse if you didn’t go and buy your pills, hence making you lift your head up from the seat and place your hands on the steering wheel to start up your car.

You began to drive at a slow and steady pace, trying to take the roads with the less traffic to ensure your safety, as you knew better than to drive on the freeways with a pounding migraine and nauseous stomach. But, there was one inevitable turn at one of the busiest parts of your city that you just couldn’t get past, and so you had to use it. You tried to focus on the cars coming from every direction around you, But the fast speed they passed you with and the way they blurred together only upset your mind, and with no warning, you felt your stomach start to churn way more, and your eyes start to spin even faster. You couldn’t take it anymore, and so, you pressed the pedal to move forward.

Fuck.

That wasn’t a smart idea.

Within an instant, you were thrown to the other side of the road, the car threatening to flip from the impact of being hit. You felt all your limbs tighten together, until suddenly; you felt light. and your vision had fully dissapeared.

. . .

“God why would you lie to me Y/n?! Why the hell would you do that for fucks sake! I always told you I was here to help you, Why wouldn’t you listen?!”

The voice sounded familiar, and it was too familiar for it to be to your liking. Jiung.

You tried to open your eyes, yet you were met with another layer of darkness. No matter how hard you tried to open your eyes and look around, you only saw an endless pit of black. What the fuck?

immediately, you heard another voice, another one that you had recognised from somewhere.

Your doctor?

“Doctor? Please tell me she’s okay— I— I dont know what to do, I’ve been talking to her for ages yet she wont respond or open her eyes— she told me she was getting much better! ” You heard jiungs cries, sorrow filling your brain. He was crying louder and more than you had ever heard him, and it just agonised you that you couldn’t tell him you were okay. You were okay… right?

“much better? oh no, you must of heard wrong, her condition is critical, and shes at her very last stages currently. The chances of her overcoming the illness is decreasing everday and as of now, considering shes in a coma— its nearly impossible for her body to fight back”

Jiung started sobbing louder than ever, pure screams of dread ripping out of his throat.

Coma?….

You couln’t believe your ears. you were in a coma for god knows how long, and there was no way for you to wake up. And jiung would never know that you were conscious.

“Y/n— i had so much to confess and say and just as i thought i was going to have the chance— fuck, i even planned to get you daffodils after work so we could go to dinner together…Was—

Was it worth it y/n?”

you didn’t know the answer.

Was it worth it in the end?.

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ P1Harmony Jiung x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: pure domestic fluff ✧ warnings: (mentions of reader blushing and him running his fingers through reader's hair) ✧ prompt: “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

It’s a Saturday evening like any other for the two of you. You’re not doing anything special - just sitting beside Jiung on the couch of your living room. You’re holding a book in your hands, letting yourself be absorbed in the story set in a different country in a different century, while your boyfriend has his laptop in front of him, working on a song. You find the process of making music fascinating, but you’ve been dating him for a while now, so you’ve reached the point where you don’t feel the need to just sit there and watch him compose every single time he opens his laptop to work anymore. And so you don’t really pay him much attention on this calm evening, and instead you’re devouring one chapter of your book after the other, enjoying the way it takes your imagination on a little journey. 

Because of this, you also fail to take note of the moment Jiung stops his work, and you don’t react when he puts away the laptop. Only when he reaches out to take your hand into his, a smile appears on your lips. However, he doesn’t do anything but hold your hand, and so you simply keep reading, while he watches you with a bright grin on his face. He brings your hand up to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of it. This is when you finally look up, only to find him gazing back at you with adoration in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, smiling, expecting him to have a reason for stealing your attention away from your novel. 

“Nothing,” he answers, however. “I just like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“Oh?” You feel him intertwining his fingers with yours, and for the first time in a while you become aware of the difference in your hand sizes, and how safe it makes you feel when he wraps his fingers around your hand. The thought causes a blush to creep onto your cheeks, and you find his ears have taken on a shade of pink as well.

“You’re cute,” he speaks softly, and you feel your cheeks becoming redder. Not wanting to give him another opportunity to make you blush harder yet, you put your book aside and scoot over closer to him to brush your lips against his. When you pull back, the smile on his face has disappeared, but the loving gaze in his eyes that’s reserved only for you is still clearly visible. He lifts his free hand to comb his fingers through your hair, eventually resting it at the back of your head and pulling you closer to share another kiss with you. He moves his lips against yours slowly, in a way that makes you let go of any tension still stored in your body from the day. He eventually lets go of your hand, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders before you part for a moment, only to go in for one more kiss after exchanging a short glance. 

“Wanna call it a day?” he mumbles against your lips in between light kisses. 

“Mhm,” you hum, not wanting to lose any precious time that could be spent with your lips attached to his instead of talking. However, despite the indication that he wants you two to get ready for bed, neither of you has the will to pull away from the other. And so you keep sharing sweet kisses, until you end up lying down on the sofa, with Jiung right next to you, examining your face with a loving gaze. 

“We can’t sleep on the sofa,” you argue as he puts his arm on top of you in an attempt to trap you there, and he rests his head comfortably in the crook of your neck. When you hear him mimicking snoring noises you can’t help but chuckle. You rarely see him being this playful, so instead of doing the smart thing and making him get up to move to your actual bed, you leave him be, and you put your arms around his figure to pull him close, ready to fall asleep with him on the sofa. 

[kyufessions]

vulnerability

synopsis: you’re taking care of your couch-ridden boyfriend

genre: fluff

pairings: idol, boyfriend! jiung x g.n. partner

word count: 0.6k

a/n: i have heavy piwon brain rot and i heard jiung loves cats BUT is also allergic to them, so i came up with this. idk if he’s actually allergic but for the sake of the story we’ll pretend he is lmao. enjoy ~

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

“baby, that’s your tenth sneeze in a row.” you mumbled with a pout, your eyes sad at the sight of your loving boyfriend curled up under the yellow fuzzy blanket on your living room couch. his eyes and nose red, hair a mess as the pile of tissues surrounding him grows bigger and bigger with each passing minute. “you should’ve never gone to that cat cafe, now look at you.”

he shakes his head in disagreement as he blows his nose into a soft tissue, placing it into the trash bin on the floor but missing it by a mere inch. “but they’re too cute, i couldn’t help it.” he reaches over to the coffee table with an old man grunt, snatching his phone and pulling up a video of the cat he took. “look! see!”

you walk behind the couch, leaning over the back of it to have a closer look at his screen as you watch him scratch the cat lovingly. suddenly you watch him stop scratching under the cat's chin, the creature then licking at jiung’s hand looking as comfortable as ever in his presence. the short video brought a smile to your face, making you wish you’d be able to own a pet cat without having to deal with the repercussions of an allergic boyfriend.

“what was the cat's name?” you questioned, looking down at him as he scrolls at the few pictures of the cat he has saved in his camera roll.

he looks up as if to recall, but shifts his body to face you and shrugs. “i forget, i’ll ask theo late-“ he stops mid-sentence to sneeze into his hoodie sleeve, making you take a step back to escape his germs.

“i’ll tell the guys you can't make practice tonight.” you say as you walk towards the kitchen to text them from your phone. jiung groans in the back, telling you he feels perfectly fine between tiny sneezes. “baby, you can’t leave the house like that! especially not in this cold weather.” you press the send button on your screen as you walk back over towards the door frame to lean against it.

when you finally look up from your screen, you see a defeated jiung making dramatic grabby hands in your direction. “can we at least cuddle and have soup?”

you laugh at how soft he’s being, liking this different side of jiung a little bit. sure, he shows his vulnerable side to you more often than most people since you’re his significant other but this is different. “yes, but no kisses. i don’t want to get sick.”

“i’m not sick it’s just allergies!”

“i don’t want your germs.”

“we’ve done much more than kiss and now when i’m sick all you think about is my germs?”

rolling your eyes as his laughter fills up the background, you shuffle back into the kitchen and make two bowls of chicken noodle soup with your matching tumblr cups full of ginger ale. you weren’t feeling sick per say, but you didn't want to eat something jiung wasn’t able to. on the food tray, you place two allergy pills and a water bottle before making your way over to the couch next to your boyfriend.

“here, eat up.” you say as he sits up fully, tiny sneezes following after one another.

for the remainder of the day, you both cuddled on the couch eating soup and watching disney films as his head lay in your lap. as night approached, you heard him falling in and out of a deep sleep. the heat in your cheek rises as you hear your name pass his lips in his sleep almost inaudibly, turning the corners of your lips into a small smile. as much as you hate seeing your boyfriend suffer from cute tiny kitten creatures, you love taking care of him when he’s feeling temporarily physically weak for the sole purpose of enjoying taking care of him the way he always tends to take care of you.

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[chanis-banani]

hello hello! I really like the fluff campaign you are doing currently, it makes me feel like a proud friend :) I was wondering if you could maybe write a fluff about hiking with jiung <33

I'll write anything for you ~~~ Just know that you gave me an excellent concept to bully you with 👀 (though I could probably do that with any concept, let's be real)

warning: reader has a fear of heights

word count: ±700

I'm sorry the collage got a bit ugly, but what's important is that it gets the point across

Hiking with Jiung was a huge mistake.

It started off just fine: you and Jiung took a nice, relaxing walk through a wooded area. The weather was great, birds were chirping, the atmosphere was nice. Both of you took your time to admire the magnificent nature around you.

But then disaster struck. Jiung told you that he "knew a spot", and that spot was all the way at the top of a dead volcano.

Considering your fear of heights, your first instinct told you to run. But he kept telling you over and over again how beautiful it was and how much fun it would be to hike up the mountain. His enthusiasm made him so cute that he managed to convince you eventually.

So now you were hiking up this stupid mountain while the hot sunlight was beating down on you. Jiung was so excited that he was walking ahead of you, stopping every now and then to inspect a little plant or critter more closely. He only paid attention to you when he had something to tell you about some insect he found.

As you progressed higher up the mountain, you could feel that shaky feeling in your legs. You made sure to stay as close as possible to the rocky walls on your left, so you were far away from the edge on your right. Even though it wasn't steep at all, the height was enough to make your heart beat like crazy.

"Jiung... are we almost there yet?" you said a little desperately. Jiung was at least 10 meters ahead of you, but he quickly turned around when he heard your voice. "Yeah, it won't be much longer now. Why?" He went over to you with a slightly concerned look on his face. "It's so high," you replied hesitantly.

"O my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't think of that!" he called out, referring to your fear of heights. "Are you alright? The path is pretty wide, so you don't have to be close to the edge. Here, take my hand." He gave you a reassuring look as he took your hand in his. "I'll walk on the right side so I will be between you and the edge. Then rather than looking down, you can just look at me instead."

Your heart was still racing when you clung to Jiung, but now it wasn't just due to fear. He continued to hold you tightly as you continued towards the top of the mountain and he made sure to stay between you and the edge. To distract you from the height, he told you a whole story about the migration patterns of the monarch butterfly, which made you feel little butterflies in your stomach.

"I think we're just in time," Jiung said when you finally reached the top of the mountain. "Just go as far as you feel comfortable with," he told you as he guided you past the observatory, towards the edge.

The two of you sat down in the grass together and finally you understood why Jiung wanted to bring you here. As the sun began to set, a beautiful golden light lit up the village at the bottom of the mountain. Even though it was very high, you felt less anxious now that you could sit and it also helped that Jiung was still tightly holding your hand.

A gentle breeze blew through your hair and the air smelled deliciously of grass and flowers. When you looked at Jiung, the golden light cast a peachy glow on his face. In that moment you just knew that you would never forget how beautiful he looked there.

With a feeling of fulfillment, you closed your eyes and rested your head on Jiung's shoulder, soaking up the last bit of sunlight for that day. In return, he gave your hand a little squeeze and rested his head against yours.

"It's pretty, right?" he asked you softly.

"Very pretty..."

"That's why you had to see it. It suits you."

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | jiung

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with JIUNG.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x musician!jiung

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol

♦️ Word count: 2.5k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

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Despite your initial wary feelings about the rest of the gig, it went by without any mishap. Taeyang seemed to enjoy himself by your side, so you were relieved, and tried to concentrate on the band instead. Their songs were good, and you didn’t say that just because you knew them. Their songs were your cup of tea, and the guys seemed to enjoy themselves fully when they were performing, so it was not only amazing to listen to them, but it was also fun to see them.

By the end of their performance, they also covered Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend, and changed the lyrics to boyfriend, and it was one of your favourite songs in your teens, so you were super hyped to hear it again. Not to mention that the rockish vibe fit the boys and their vocals so much, especially Jiung’s. You always had a thing for vocalists in bands, and he had such a strong and versatile one, it was soft and velvety for slower, more sentimental songs, but it appeared tough and deep when the song was more upbeat or outright frustrated like this one. You couldn’t even take your eyes off the said boy, he was enjoying himself so much on the stage, it was almost hypnotising.

Yet, with their cover coming to an end, their performance also came to an end. The cheers were loud and enthusiastic when they bid their goodbye, and your heart swelled with pride. Even though your boyfriend wasn’t in the band like Gaeul’s, you rooted for Evergreen to make it big because they were truly talented, so you were glad to see the audience’s positive reaction.

Gaeul was so pumped up that she couldn’t stop smiling, and she reached for your arms to link your arms. In the meantime, she inquired from Taeyang if he enjoyed the performance, and he did. He admitted that he was actually there for the gig, and if anything could lift your friend’s spirit even more, it was his answer.

Before she could go on full fangirl mode though, the boy announced that he would head out now that the performance was over and you two also found each other. Both you and Gaeul were truly grateful for him, and your friend even wanted to make him stay after hearing how you had ended up meeting each other, but he was adamant on leaving.

“He was a cute guy,” the girl smacked your side playfully once he left, but you just laughed it off. The last thing you wanted after the little incident with that rude guy was for her to play a matchmaker. You had enough drama for one day.

“Are the guys coming soon?” You inquired from her instead, knowing that they needed a bit of a cool-down to settle things with the organisers and to take care of their instruments before they could join you.

“Yeah. Intak just sent me a message that he will come soon, Hyunsuk’s parents will take care of the instruments. Hyunsuk just got his driving licence a few weeks ago, and they don’t really trust him with it,” she chirped with a joyous giggle, and you had an amusing time imagining the super tall drummer arguing with his parents over driving. You knew that the boys’ parents usually assisted with their instruments when they needed to bring their own ones to a gig, and you also knew that the drummer was set on getting a driving licence to not burden his parents, but it seemed that they didn’t fully trust him yet.

While waiting for the boys to finish, the thought crossed your mind that you should probably leave because big crowds didn’t make you feel comfortable, especially now that there was nothing else to focus on. However, at that moment, your stomach grumbled, and Gaeul heard it, so she insisted that you join them and the boys for some post-gig dinner. You knew that it was better if you didn’t protest, and truthfully, you were actually really hungry, so you opted for staying.

“Heeey!” Intak hollered enthusiastically as he came from behind Gaeul and hugged her tight. The girl instinctively elbowed him and told him not to scare her like that, but the boy couldn’t stay back for long, and so their banter started. It was a usual sight, but it was undeniably something that made you feel like you were third wheeling. Except that this time, there was also Jiung by your side witnessing the scene, and from the slight blush creeping onto his face, you had a feeling that he felt just as single watching the couple’s lovey-dovey actions as you did.

“Doesn’t it feel like we’re interrupting something?” Jiung leaned over with a dimpled smile, a mild case of a flushed face presented. You smiled back at him and nodded.

“I know this feeling all too well.”

“Now I know why Gaeul doesn’t visit the practices. Intak would be too distracted by her presence,” the guitarist pointed out, but there was no malice in his voice. He merely seemed gentle and friendly, and a bit of teasing, too.

“I could imagine that. She keeps talking about him.”

“It’s like we aren’t even here,” he concluded, seeing how the two were still in their own world, totally ignoring what you were just talking about, or the fact that you were actually talking about them. They were currently arguing about their height difference, and how Gaeul didn’t like being called short, but Intak, the ever so smug one, couldn’t stop emphasising the fact that he was so much taller than her, and it made for the perfect back hugs (just like in those kdramas he started watching because of the girl). To that, she retorted that if he wanted that to stay that way, he shouldn’t call her petite because she was insecure about her height anyway.

“Do you guys want to continue without us?” Jiung dared to interrupt them, slightly raising his voice to get his words across. As if caught red-handed, the couple looked back, a tiny bit alarmed and a bit guilty, too.

“There’s no need for that, but uhm… I actually had something planned for us. After all, it’s our 7-month anniversary,” Intak admitted as he scratched the back of his neck, and if you didn’t know him, you would say that he was sheepish. However, Hwang Intak was usually not coy. Well, not until it was about something related to Gaeul.

“I’ve told you we don’t need to celebrate our anniversary every month,” the girl muttered, but you could see her frustration dissolving and gratitude taking its place. She was still a bit sulky, her lips pouty, but she gave in to go to the place her boyfriend had in mind, and somewhere along the way, that meant that you and Jiung were going out for dinner without them.

“Are the other boys not coming?” You asked the vocalist as you were about to leave, and he explained that Hyunsuk gave Doyum a lift because they were living in the same neighbourhood, so they both went home right after the concert. You nodded, not knowing about this piece of information beforehand, but it made sense for them to leave together with Hyunsuk’s parents after all.

“Is it a problem that it’s just the two of us?” Jiung turned to you, suddenly concerned, after leaving all that noise behind. He furrowed his eyebrows, worry deepening the creases on his forehead, and if anything, he looked like a soaked puppy with that expression.

“Oh no, no, it’s not a problem. Not at all,” you protested right away, making an X sign with your arms in front of your chest. Even though you had never spent time together with Jiung without the others around, you weren’t afraid of spending time together with just him. He seemed like a nice guy, one that even your mother would approve of. “I was just curious,” you mumbled as an added explanation, and watched as his features softened. You had heard from Gaeul that the boys sometimes called him a squirrel, and even though you couldn’t see it in him so far, now you could see it now. He was a cute one.

Considering that Jiung lived close to the venue, he knew the area well, so he suggested a bakery that was open until late at night, and not only served delicious pastries but amazing hot drinks as well - something that you could appreciate on this chilly fall night. Maybe something warm would do good to your throat after chugging down that icy cocktail.

When you got to the bakery, you were immediately mesmerised by the beautiful decoration. It had such a homey feel to it with all the plants hanging from the ceiling and occupying spaces on shelves and tables, flowers and birds painted on the walls in a unique yet aesthetic style, and a huge bookshelf filled with more or less worn-out books that were up for an exchange - if you had one book that you didn’t want to keep, you could bring it here and exchange it for another one according to the announcement board attached to it.

“Oh my god, I love this place! This is such a cool idea, too!” You exclaimed in awe as you pointed at the bookshelf, and Jiung looked back at you with bright, twinkling eyes.

“I’m glad you like it. I love taking advantage of this exchange because it would be a shame to throw out books even if I don’t like them, yet don’t want to read them again.”

“Right. I agree,” you nodded enthusiastically, and without realising, your smile was still plastered onto your face, wide and bright as ever. You only took notice of it when you kept looking at each other with Jiung, and he looked away shyly as if he had been affected by your expression.

Instead of gazing at each other, you followed the boy to an empty table close to the bookshelf, and after getting your orders, you got started on your pastries and hot drinks. You had the most beautiful latte art on your almond latte too - you had what seemed like a sunflower made from the foam.

“So, Gaeul said that you’re roommates at the dorms,” Jiung noted in between little bits of his pastry. He looked up at you as if waiting for your confirmation, so you bobbed your head. “What’s your major?”

So you told him about your major, and what field you could imagine yourself in. He was pretty curious - not annoyingly nosy, but he listened attentively enough to ask good questions about your studies -, so you ended up telling him about your classes too, and how Gaeul and you hit it off from the start, and even about the malfunctioning microwaves on campus. He giggled hearing the last one, and you laughed at his reaction, your heart filling up with joy.

In return, you asked about Jiung’s side. He shared with you that he studied music theory at uni - to that, you couldn’t help but tease him when he admitted that he wasn’t studying at your uni but one further away from his parents’ house -, and that it helped him think of innovative ways to try out different sounds and song structures. Even though a lot of it was just theory - hence the name -, he could still apply what he learned in practice, and he shared a few examples too, but you had no idea about anything deep into such music stuff, so you just listened.

He explained everything nevertheless, and it was adorable of him to do so, he really didn’t have to. However, it could easily be seen that he loved music passionately because his whole body language screamed passion when he was telling you all about it. It was in the way his hand gestures became bigger, his tone became more dynamic, his eyes had life and joy and play in them, his shoulders easened into a comfortable position, and his gaze didn’t dart off of yours nervously, instead, it stayed on yours, boring deep into your soul.

As you were just sitting there in the cosy little café, tranquillity hovering over the room, the buzz of the outside world quieting, all you could see were the stars in his eyes, the shade of his orbs, the curve of his lips. He was the kind of person that radiated comfort - the umbrella on a rainy day, the first ray of sunshine after a storm, the warm soup for an upset stomach -, and you were grateful that you had this tiny eternity with him when you felt like time went by both too fast and too slow.

Plates empty, mugs emptied, one of the waitresses came up to notify you of the closing time nearing. You didn’t need more prompting to leave (although both of you were a bit taken aback that it was already time), and as you stepped outside and turned towards the boy, he scratched the back of his neck and offered:

“Should I walk you to the dorms? I mean, it’s pretty late and dark, but if you don’t want me to, that’s fine,” he justified nervously before you could even open your mouth. Hearing his jumbled words, your lips slowly curled into a shy smile.

“Sure, I’d love that,” you gave in, thankful that he didn’t want to put an end to your conversation either. He was living close by either way, so you didn’t even have to worry about him getting home too late because he walked you back.

And so he did walk you back, although you didn’t speak too much on the way, and since he wasn’t living in the dorms, he halted when you reached the building. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other as you were trying to figure out how to say goodbye, but he was better at it, it seemed.

“I guess, I’ll see you around then? I mean, if you come to more gigs in the future, we’ll meet for sure,” he explained as if you didn’t know what he meant by that. You did know, but the way he felt the need to justify his words made your heart flutter a bit.

“Of course. It wasn’t the only time I wanted to see you guys perform.”

“That’s a relief then,” he admitted with a coy smile tinting his lips that probably mirrored yours. It’s funny how you had talked to him before, but it seemed like you hadn’t really talked back then. He seemed like a different person in your eyes now, not just the surface level Choi Jiung.

“Goodnight,” you wished genuinely, and with the image of him waving after you engraved into your mind, you turned around to walk into the dorms.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and getting to know Jiung better was the best of all.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

Let me know what you think! Did you like the idea behind the series?

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