#kang taehyun x gender neutral reader

[fadedpiink]

after everyone's asleep

txt x gn!reader

somewhat specific nights with txt

genre: fluff / comfort / slice of life / soft boyfriends / established relationship. warnings: none. just soft and warm. just the kind of night where the world slows down and you remember what it feels like to be safe.

author's note: this has been in the drafts for 2 weeks cus i wasn't sure if i liked it fr BUT this is my first time writing for txt/kpop in general! :3 so lmk what u guys think

soobin — windows cracked open, the sound of crickets and a soft breeze sneaking into the room. you’re both tangled in a mess of limbs, too lazy to fix the blanket even though it’s half falling off the bed. soobin’s voice is sleepy, low and mumbly.

“why’re you still awake... come here.”

his arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. his cheek rests against the top of your head, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. the moonlight slices through the blinds, but neither of you move to shut it out. it’s quiet. peaceful. the kind of night where the world could end and you wouldn’t even care, not as long as you’re in his arms.

yeonjun — the air conditioner is humming but his body is always warm against yours, especially when he lets you steal his oversized t-shirt to sleep in. his hand finds yours under the covers and absentmindedly squeezes it, his thumb brushing over your knuckles like muscle memory.

“you’re comfy,” he mutters, half-asleep, “think i’m gonna keep you forever.”

you’re both stretched out on the couch, feet tangled under the throw blanket, some random drama playing on mute because the real entertainment is whispering nonsense back and forth until one of you drifts off. the room smells like popcorn and laundry detergent. safe. soft. home.

beomgyu — your window is open and the fan’s blowing but the summer heat still sticks to your skin, so he’s sprawled on the floor, you curled up next to him, both too lazy to move. every so often his hand reaches out to brush against yours, like he just needs to remind himself you’re there.

“wanna go get ice cream,” he mumbles, staring at the ceiling. “it’s 1am.” “...so?”

the night feels endless, like you’re both the only two people alive. your laughter fades into soft humming, and eventually into silence, both of you just existing together in the glow of streetlights sneaking through the curtains.

taehyun — soft lo-fi playing from the speaker, a half-empty glass of water on the nightstand, and his hoodie hanging off your frame because he noticed you shiver once. your legs are tangled under the blanket, arms free, and he’s holding your hand under the pillow like it’s second nature.

“are you warm enough?” he asks, brushing your cheek. you nod. “are you?” his lips twitch into a tiny smile. “i am now.”

the night passes slow, calm, full of quiet conversations about nothing and everything. the kind of night you wish you could bottle up and save for when the world feels too loud.

huening kai — the windows are fogged up from the rain, the room dim except for the string lights he insisted on hanging. he’s laying on the floor with you, both staring at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“do you think the stars miss us when it rains?” “what?” “just wondering.”

he turns his head and smiles at you, soft and sleepy. your hands find each other in the space between. the rain taps against the glass, steady and slow, and you both drift off right there on the floor, warm skin against warm skin, hearts beating slow and safe.

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[izzyy-stuff]

hiii can you do txt reaction when you send a spicy picture 🤭

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 - 𝐓𝐗𝐓

TXT x gn!reader

wc 0.7k

warnings well spicy pictures, members get hard, arguing in beomgyu's, sexting in kai's kinda

↪ izzy speaks... I wasn't sure if you wanted a smau or written text, but since my works aren't usually in the texting form I went with what I'm used to :3 once again, not proofread!

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Yeonjun didn’t think much of it when his phone buzzed during practice at first, so he didn’t go check anything until the next break. However, the moment he picks up his phone, he regrets not seeing it sooner. His eyes widen and he is immediately looking around to make sure no one else can see what he does. It’s not a completely naked picture, but honestly, what you sent is hotter. You don’t show him exactly what he would want to, but enough to make him excited. “Shit,” he mumbles, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. “I’m going to the toilet!” He calls quickly, running out of the practice room before anyone can question anything. He’s texting you back right away too, cursing at you for sending him such pic when you know he’s practicing 

Soobin coughs, almost choking on his food when he notices your message. He immediately looks up to meet your eyes across the table, trying to ask what you’re doing. You just chuckle, though, inconspicuously pointing at his mother next to him as she tries to ask her son a question. He sends you one warning look and turns to his mother, but at the same moment you slide your phone under the table, opening your legs as you snap another picture, sending it to him without a second of hesitation. Soobin’s eyes widen when he hears his phone buzz, knowing it must be a text from you. He only spares the picture on his phone a mere glance before he turns his phone off, fixing his tie as if he wasn’t able to breathe in it. You laugh at his reaction, your foot making its way up to his leg until you reach his crotch, smiling when you feel his boner. He doesn’t say anything else, but you know he is fighting himself so he wouldn’t take you right there in front of his parents. 

Beomgyu hasn’t been paying you any attention since he got home. You weren’t sure what you did, but it was obvious he was mad at you for something. “Baby?” You coo, leaning over the door frame as you watch him play video games with Soobin. “Hm?” He mumbles back, but doesn’t look at you. “I can’t now, I’m in a game,” he silences you before you can even speak, making you sigh. You don’t leave the room, that might make you feel even worse than you already do. You go sit on his bed instead, watching him play for a while before you open your phone and roll up your shirt, snapping a pic for him with the caption “Please talk to me.” It’s almost unbelievable how quickly he drops his headphones, not even bothering with saying bye to his friend as he turns to you with hungry eyes. “I’m listening.” 

Taehyun doesn’t seem to care about what you send him. Honestly, you feel disappointed when you see the look on his face. No change. No smile, no sign of nervousness, no nothing. You frown, opening the chat with him again. You send him two more pics, but before you can look up again to see his reaction, he is already on his feet, walking towards you from the kitchen. “What do you think you’re doing?” — “Nothing,” you mumble innocently, making him shake his head. You’re not sure how he does it, but in the blink of an eye, he has you thrown over his shoulder, as if you were some sort of bag, making you yelp. “What are you doing?” you ask, punching his back in an attempt to make him let you down. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He answers simply, heading to your shared bedroom. 

Huening takes a minute to process the picture he just got out of nowhere. He gulps down upon feeling his cock hardening, looking around the room to assure himself no one saw him. “Excuse me,” he clears his throat, throwing his gaming console to the side as he stands up, running to the bathroom. He doesn’t really care what his roommates think at the moment, he just needs to talk to you. The moment he closes the bathroom door behind himself, he is pulling his pants down, revealing his hard cock and snapping a picture for you to see. He would be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t return you the favor, right? When he receives an audio from you afterward, his head goes dizzy. He needs you, and he needs you now.

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[sunoooism]

› summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)

› fluff , comfort / wc: 691

› warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.

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choi yeonjun

→ cooks for you

you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."

"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.

"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."

your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"

you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.

"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.

choi soobin

→ takes you on a walk

you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.

"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.

"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."

"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.

choi beomgyu

→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes

"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"

he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.

as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.

"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"

it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.

"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.

kang taehyun

→ reads to you

you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.

he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.

"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.

"no. jus' wanted to look at you."

he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.

huening kai

→ doesn't let go of you

your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.

"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.

"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."

kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.

©sunoooism

[yawnzbf]

ER DEPT — A Love Language

Synopsis: yn has never met a staircase they couldn’t fall down, a cat they wouldn’t chase into danger, or a completely avoidable situation they couldn’t make worse. If there’s an incident report being filed, their name’s probably already on it. And if there's an ER nurse sighing for the fifth time that week? It’s definitely Taehyun.

Taehyun just wants to do his job: treat patients, clock out, and not form dangerously soft feelings for the one walking disaster who treats the ER like a revolving door (that's right: yn).

Warnings: time stamps don't matter, use of strong language, it is a light hearted fic, calling taehyun 'wife' (smau + written)

Relationship: ER nurse taehyun x gender neutral reader

meet the cast :

yn's fam | tyun's squad

visits :

01. blood donation

02. juicebox

03. cold? apparently not?

04. lawfully wedded wife

05. playing hero

06. danger magnet

[mybl--dyvalentine]

With You જ⁀➴ Taehyun

✮ bf! taehyun x gn! reader

✮ Summary: You and Taehyun bake a cake together for your birthday and it's super cute!

✮ Genre: Fluff

✮ Word Count: 805

✮ Author's Note: I'm back! With minimal effort, I managed to write something for once. please enjoy.

The sound of your doorbell fills the empty hallway, alerting you that someone's at your door. You quickly set your phone down on the counter and make your way towards the door. The person rings your doorbell again.

"Coming!" You say as you rush towards the door.

You open the door to see your boyfriend, Taehyun. He’s carrying a grocery bag filled to the brim and a big smile plastered on his face.

“Hi babe, Happy Birthday!” He says.

“Hi, thank you so much!” You say back.

He somehow smiles even more and takes a couple steps inside before taking off his shoes. The two of you go to the kitchen, and Taehyun sets down the grocery bag on the counter.

“Do you want to bake the cake now or later?” He asks.

You take a moment to think and then say, “Let’s do it now.”

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A chocolatey scent spread throughout the house as the two of you prepared the ingredients for the cake. You were in charge of mixing, and Taehyun was in charge of measuring. While you were mixing the wet ingredients, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Huh?" You look over your shoulder to see Taehyun holding a bowl of dry ingredients.

He taps your nose and smiles, "I've got all of the dry stuff measured out. I'll slowly add it in while you mix."

You nod your head and turn back to face the bowl. Once he added all of the dry ingredients, the batter actually looked like batter. After a while, you decided that you were done mixing and walk over to Taehyun with the bowl.

"Is this good enough?" You say as you present the bowl to him.

He stops buttering the cake pan and looks up. "Perfect, as always. You can add it in."

He takes the bowl out of your hands and raises it above the pan. You take a spatula and slowly push the batter into the pan.

"You know, you look so cute when you're concentrating on something," he says.

Your face flushes as you take in the compliment, and he laughs at his ability to make you turn red. He always compliments you, but each time it feels like 1000 butterflies appear in your stomach.

"shut up..." you say as you look away.

As his laughter calms down, he says, "Babe, you need to look at where the batter is going still!"

You finish pushing the batter into the pan and set the bowl down to level the batter with the spatula. Taehyun taps the pan onto the counter a couple times and then puts it in the oven.

"And now we wait for 30 minutes," he says as he closes the oven door.

"What should we do in the meantime?" You ask.

"Hmmm.. I don't know... maybe... this?" He grabs your face and pulls it towards his, connecting the two.

"mmph!" Your hands raise in protest but stop halfway.

His hands rest on your waist and yours on his shoulders. The kiss lingers for quite a while until he breaks it off.

"We can't possibly kiss for the next 30 minutes," you say.

He smirks and says, "Oh, but I want to."

You put your hand on his chest to push him away, but it proves to be futile due to his strength. He manages to land a few more kisses until the sound of the oven alarm blares in your ears.

"Ugh, Just as I was about to get another one," Taehyun says while letting go of you.

You silently praise the alarm as you walk over to the oven to see the cake. It looks perfectly cooked, and you take a toothpick and stab it just to make sure it's edible. After verifying it was, Taehyun takes the pan and taps the cake out of it onto a plate. The two of you decorate the cake so that it looks like the birthday jelly cat.

"I think we did a pretty good job re-creating the jelly cat," he says while taking a step back.

You look at the cake and say, "I think so too."

Taehyun takes a candle and places it right in the middle of the cake. He picks up the cake and moves it to the dining table and motions you over.

"Come on, let's finally do your birthday wish," he says.

You make your way over to the seat closest to the cake. Taehyun dims the lights and starts to sing Happy Birthday to you.

"Now... make a wish!"

You blow the candle and close your eyes, wishing for the rest of your life to be with Taehyun. You slowly open your eyes and see Taehyun looking at you expectantly.

"What did you wish for, babe?" He asks.

"It's a secret," you respond while smiling.

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 22

Picking a favourite

🎃 taehyun x gn!reader

🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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Your feet are tapping and your eyes are glistening as the next piece of chocolate is placed in your mouth, and its sweet taste fills you up.

"Oh my God!" you munched a few times. "This is even better than the last one!" You can hardly believe it.

Taehyun laughs and breaks off another piece. He doesn't even have to ask if you want some more, you pick it out of his fingers with your teeth, then groan and roll onto your back.

"How can it be so heavenly?"

You suck it with your eyes closed. You sigh.

"Almost as good as my favourite."

"What do you mean? It's not your favorite? Did I bring the wrong one?"

Taehyun begins to study the paper as you sit up, coming face to face with him, looking at him lovingly with a smile.

"No, you brought the right one. This is my favorite chocolate. But there's something I like even better."

"Which is?"

You kiss your boyfriend on the lips and then lean away.

"Your mouth. I could kiss your mouth all day long without a break, unlike the chocolate."

Taehyun's eyes become filled with woozy lust as he takes you by the back of the neck and kisses you. You fall backwards. The boy's tongue roams your mouth. You sweep the sweets from Taehyun's lap to run your palm under his shirt, caressing his stomach wall and chest.

Because it's not just your boyfriend's mouth you like better than chocolate, it's his everything.

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[wishpid]

Everything to Somebody else

Pairing: Non-idol Soobin x reader, Non-idol Taehyun x reader

Length: 1,068 words Genre: Drama

Warnings: not edited, long, mention of a bar, getting into a romantic relationship despite having feelings for someone else, Soobin doesn't actually show up til the end, implied Taehyun end game, rushed/sucky ending

Synopsis: After the events of Soobin's party, you avoid the male. Moving on and taking a chance with someone else until Soobin shows up at the bar. Will old habits and feelings came to the surface again or is this the time to break the cycle?

Note: Continuation of 'And I'm not Special'. This will be better understood upon reading the other installments but should still be fine as a stand-alone. More: Check out my orchard to find more of my works! And feel free to listen to 'Only Friends, My Ass' on Spotify!!

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After the party, you had been avoiding Soobin. The realization that you cared for him more than he did you was painful. Instead, turning your focus to work and school; you had even began hanging out with a new guy: Taehyun. He was at the bar you worked to support the new singer Beomgyu. The three of you becoming close friends quickly in spite of Beomgyu's complaints of third-wheeling.

"How's your new student treating you?" you asked, returning to his side after helping a customer.

"They're alright but I don't think I'll be tutoring them very long" he said as he swirled his straw around.

"Why's that?"

"She seems more interested in flirting than learning."

"And who wouldn't want to mess around with a guy like you!" Beomgyu chipped in, throwing an arm around the other male's shoulders. "Wouldn't you agree, Y/N?" he continued turning to you while wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed before nodding in agreement.

"Gyu does have a point; you are an attractive man Hyunie" you pointed out to the muscular male. A hand raised up caught your attention from the corner of your eye. "One sec, you guys."

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You brought Taehyun to the back door where the two of you would be able to speak in private. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked the male standing there. He hadn't told you but Beomgyu had been throwing thumbs up's in your guy's directions so you had some assumptions.

"Did you mean it when you said that I was attractive? Better yet, do you find me attractive?" Taehyun asked, getting straight into the point. He was starring directly into your eyes as he waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, it would be a lie if I said that I didn't find you to be attractive" you said with a nod. You hadn't realized that your earlier words had affected the man this much.

"In that case, would you want to go on a date?" Taehyun responded. "I know you've mentioned your rocky relationship past but I'm asking for a chance" he continued and it seemed that his nerves were finally getting to him. Taehyun had stopped making eye contact with you and was rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'd like that; you're a nice guy Hyunie and I'd be a fool to reject you plainly."

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The date with Taehyun had gone amazingly and had lead to a 2nd and 3rd following. You had told Taehyun that you weren't sure about a committed relationship yet due to the unresolved feelings for Soobin. He had been understanding and said that as long as you continued to try with him then he could wait for the next level. His entire response made you feel confident in your choice to go on a date with him.

"No, no, no. You've been working the majority of the weeks for this past month. Enjoy some of Beomgyu's singing, hang around your boyfriend; either way you're not working" your boss said as they came up to you and pushed you away from the bar.

"Alright" you said, knowing that you wouldn't be able to win that fight. You took the seat next to Taehyun as you stole sips of his drink. "Should we head out to the dance floor?" you asked him with a sparkle in your eye. Taehyun took your hand in his and brought the two of you towards the crowd of people. You swayed, spun and sang along to the music with laughter coming out of you and Taehyun. Your hand having never leaving the male's for longer than 2 seconds.

"Y/N! It's been awhile!" a voice distantly shouted, trying it's best to be heard over the music. Then hands were grabbing at your arms and pulled you away from your companion. You came face to face with Soobin, his face had a slight flush to it. It wasn't an abnormal look for him around you but it felt weird seeing the male after a month.

"Hi Soobin" you yelled over the music as well and the bodies surrounding you.

"You stopped texting and responding to me!" the male whined and gave you a pout.

"Yeah, I've been busy with work." Soobin got pushed by someone in the crowd and stumbled further into your space. He looked back in slight agitation before turning to you again. "Are you okay?" you asked him, putting your hands onto his forearms to settle him.

Soobin shook his head "Take me home" he spoke afterwards with a little tease in his eyes.

"I can't." you told him. "Where are your friends?"

"Somewhere. Please Y/N, take me home, please?" he begged with his lips pouting out. But you stayed firm in your decision; a month ago, a Taehyun ago, you would've given in and taken the tall male back to his place. You would continue to care for him in the same way you always had but things were different now.

"I can't. I'm here with someone, I can't leave them." Soobin continued to beg and plead for you to bring him out of the bar as you dragged yourselves away from the dance floor. You reached the bar where you proceeded to order a water and pull out your phone to message Taehyun. By the time, Taehyun had managed his way back to the bar; you were able to convince Soobin to drink some of the water. "I'm sorry" you addressed the shorter male as you ran a hand over the top of your head.

"It's alright" Taehyun said, he made eye contact with you to ensure he meant it. "Does he need a ride?" he asked as he looked over at the blond male slumped on the bar.

"Yeah, I don't know where his friends are though. I already called him a ride" you explained to him. "Would you mind helping me get him in the car?" you continued, gestering to Soobin and his tall stature. Taehyun nodded and the two of you worked together to lead Soobin out of the pub.

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After getting a struggling Soobin into the taxi, you fell into Taehyun's arms. His hands came up to secure you and he chuckled upon realization. "Come on, Gyu should be finishing up his set and then we can enjoy a quiet night" he said, giving a kiss wherever he could reach without disturbing your position.

[iovestuck]

love languages ☆ 투모로우바이투게더

STARING. tomorrow x together × gender neutral reader

wc. 1.0k | genre. fluff, soft, headcanons, etc. | warnings. kissing, affection, txt just being cute and all.

iovestuck's notes. this headcanon was in my old account, riikive. I decided to repost this because it's one of my favorite and best works in my old account. I also love writing this headcanon!

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CHOI YEONJUN

I think his love language is physical touch. He would give you a lot of kisses in between watching movies or before going to work/out or after a long day after work. "Let me miss you, I have a long day at work." He pouted when you rejected his kiss.

He would also hold your hands when walking around the mall or streets during dates and even not during days. He would also kiss your hands as he held them. "What? Can't I hold your hand? I don't want you to get lost.” He then kissed the top of your hand and smiled.

He would give you a physical touch when you aren't feeling happy and even when you are happy. When you are mad. Sure, kisses and very touchy. When you are sad. Yup. Anywhere, any time, any day, he will give you any type of physical touch. No matter how embarrassing or where. He would kiss you, hug you, hand your hands, etc. No doubt.

CHOI SOOBIN

I think his love language is receiving gifts. He would give you flowers on special occasions or even on random days. He would remember your favorite flowers. "Love, I have something for you." He pulled out your favorite flowers. "This is for you. I remember you kept on looking at these.”

If you don't like flowers, no worries. He would give you something small or big. Like a teddy bear or jewelry or anything. "This is for you. It's nothing as special as you but I hope you like it." He blushed as he handed you the gift.

No matter where he is, if he says something that reminds him of you. He would get it for you, big or small. He is a shy person, but he would express his love with small or big gifts just for you. He loves you so much that he would buy anything even if it cost so much. He would spend it for you.

CHOI BEOMGYU

I think his love language is quality time. He would spend time with you playing games after a long day at work. He may purposely lose so he could see you smile. Or he would pout when he actually lost, but your smile made his loss worth it. "Hey!" He pouted as he saw you went in front of him in Mario kart, making him lost. But quickly turned the pout into a smile when he saw you laugh and smile. "But it's okay. Seeing your smile is worth the loss.”

He would also spend time with you just cuddling together in bed or on the couch. He would be a bear just for you. Letting you sit on his lap and playing something on your phone or watching a movie as he cuddles you from behind. Or letting you play with his hands as he cuddles with you, or he would be the one playing with your hands as both of you cuddle. "You are so cute and cuddly.”

He would spend quality time with you after a long day. Anywhere, any time, any day, when you are sleeping or making meals or during breaks. He would patiently wait for you or be a pouty bear waiting for you to spend time with him. He would help you with anything just to spend time with you.

KANG TAEHYUN

I think his love language is words of affirmation. He would give you reassurance when you are doubting yourself. He would do anything just to help you feel better. No matter how many it takes to the end of your life. He would give reassurance. "Don't worry, love, you look so beautiful just the way you are and what you wear." He told you, giving you a soft squeeze and kiss on the forehead.

He would also give you praise when you are doing an amazing job. Or even when you feel you aren't doing a good job. He would be willing to do that just for you. "You did an amazing job at your presentation. I am so proud of you." He smiled at you with adoration. "Are you sure? I don't think it is that good." He shook his head. "No, it's amazing, love.”

He isn't that good at expressing himself, but he is definitely good with words. He would express his feelings and love with words. Whether it will be reassurance or praise or anything big or small. He would listen to you and say something to help you feel better. He would do anything for you

HUENING KAI

I think his love language is act of service. He would carry your bags for you. Whether it would be your purse or shopping bags, he would be the one carrying them for you. Even if you refused him carrying them, he would do it when you aren't looking and/or your hand isn't tightly gripping it. "What? I want to carry them. You aren't looking so it's a perfect time plus you are shopping so it is a must for me to carry them.”

He would also help with anything and everything. If you need help with cooking, he would be right there in seconds. If you need help tying your tennis shoes, he would be kneeling in seconds doing it. "Hyuka, could you－" "I'm right here!" He is already kneeling down in front of you tying your shoes. He was talking to someone a few minutes ago and you noticed your shoes were untied. "I didn't ask you－" "I know, I just want to tie them for you." He politely took most of the bags you were holding.

He would do small things or even big things for you. You are his lover. When you are sick, he will cook, clean, organize, etc. Anything and everything. When you are busy, he will do it at the same time. Even if you didn't say anything or just four words or even just called his name, he would be there in seconds and help you.

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[huenyang]

pairing: kang taehyun x gender neutral reader / genre: fluff, meet-cute, college au / word count: 1.8k / notes: yet again we are in self-indulgence city smiles

summary: the headache that was previously a nuisance leads you into forming a new friendship - or something more, even.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been laying on the floor of your dark room for. You can’t bring yourself to care, either, thankful that at least like this, your day-long migraine is finally starting to die down.

As your head starts to hurt less and less, your thoughts come easier and easier. Finally, you can think back on the day and try to rationalize how you’re going to make up for an entire day of lost classes.

Fuck. You really didn’t want to think about that, though.

It’s not like you were a stickler for school, but you still preferred to keep your grades up like any normal person. You were in college for a reason, and as much as you weren’t going to destroy yourself studying, you’d like to have good grades, at the very least.

Usually, a single day of missing classes wouldn’t be too bad, but you had already missed quite a few other days, and the work was starting to pile up.

The white ceiling seems to mockingly stare back at you as you run back your day, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to remember any important details or things you should make a note of.

There’s probably not that much I’ve missed today.

Just as you conclude today wouldn’t make much of a difference on your already big pile of missed work, your phone dings repeatedly from across the room, the screen lighting up and begging for your attention in the darkness.

With a groan, you lift yourself off the floor and towards the noisy beast that was your phone. The brightness almost blinds you in contrast with the rest of the room, and you curse yourself for not turning it down before. But most importantly, the reason your phone lit up in the first place: a message.

And the one part of your day you’d mostly forgotten about.

From: Taehyun hey! this is taehyun from class earlier you gave me your number for the project but i didn’t want to message you right away no pressure to respond tho i hope your head feels better

The message’s contents threaten to make your headache come back, but you can’t bring yourself to feel upset. Taehyun had approached you, in your headache-induced misery, and offered to do a group assignment with you so you didn’t go grade-less.

A sweet action, but you can’t help but want to kick your past self in the shin. You had kind of hoped nobody would have to interact with you while you were in that state.

You barely knew him, really. Had heard his name here and there; smart guy with good grades, gym rat, campus heartthrob, even.

Taehyun was known for hanging out with a pretty interesting group. People who talked to him and his friends would often say they had no idea how all five of them even got along, with how different they were. Individually, they all seemed like stark opposites, but if you saw them together you would, without a shadow of a doubt, understand they were close.

Friends aside, people knew Taehyun as a smart guy who always seemed eager to learn no matter the subject. It was no secret that his grades were pretty high most of the time, or at least that’s what the rumors that traveled north to south told you.

So, if anything, at least you’d ended up with someone who knew what he was doing for this.

The next time you meet with him, it’s at the library. You had planned to meet up and start working on the project a couple of days later, the library being the natural first choice.

Your palms feel slightly clammy, still, though. You had never properly talked to this man, and if it weren’t for the unfortunate timing of your headache, you probably wouldn’t ever have. You just weren’t really the kind of person to talk to strangers so freely, much less someone with a reputation already above their head.

To add to all of it, you end up being late. A mixture of exhaustion and staying up late makes you oversleep past your alarm, and consequently, not be as punctual as you had hoped.

Blame it on your own brain, but It’s hard not to see him when you arrive at the library.

In fact, he looks like he fits perfectly around his surroundings. The hood of his jacket is pulled up over his head, the glasses on his nose reflecting his phone screen at you. You’d say he almost looks like a cliche straight out of a y/n story, the rows upon rows of books that stretch around him acting like the claws of a storybook trapping its main character inside it’s story.

But even from this distance, you can finally understand why people say what they say about him.

Taehyun is, indeed, insanely handsome. It’s a little strange, even, the way he fits into the descriptors of smart, handsome, with eyes that reflect the glow of the world itself — like someone had taken his very essence and put it into a couple of words.

Obviously, you know that those words are not nearly enough to describe anyone — much less him. But you allow yourself to live your fantasy, even if for just a second.

Unfortunately, you’re not here to drift off into daydream.

Swallowing your heart that threatens to beat right out of your throat, you walk towards him, the sound of your shoes against the faux wood flooring too loud in your ears.

“Hey,” he greets easily, putting his phone away as he sees you approach. “how do you feel?”

You kind of want to grimace and scream and sink into the floor all at once. You’ve been here for a total of five whole seconds, and even though this is basic decency, the nice words coming out of Taehyun’s lips entangle themselves around your heart and squeeze it like an old sponge. 

“Better now.” You nod, sitting down next to him and pulling your laptop into the table. “Sorry for being late, I uh… Woke up, late.” 

Taehyun offers you a smile. A small one, but you still feel like it could brighten up the whole world if he wanted it to. He waves your concern off, saying it’s no big deal, and that it happens.

The shift from small, awkward talk into schoolwork is quick. That’s what you’re here to do. But as time goes on, you find that Taehyun is easy to talk to. His voice smooth as he explains a bit you didn’t quite understand, smile infectious as he cracks a bad joke that has you mirroring his happiness with your own.

By the time you decide to call it quits for the day, you’ve made a lot more progress than you thought you would. It’s also been a few hours longer than you thought it’d been, being so engrossed in your work and work partner.

You shut your laptop with a deep sigh. Next to you, Taehyun leans back on his chair and stretches his arms behind his head, making a noise that you frankly can’t describe as anything but a cat trill.

A noise that makes you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. Like cupid has completely missed his target and instead used boxing gloves to deliver his curse.

“Jesus…” He exhales, relaxing and letting his arms fall to his sides. “That was good. I didn’t expect to get this much done.”

“Yeah, we really did a lot.” You hum in agreement. “That’s all thanks to you though, I can’t believe you understood half of that! I swear, that professor only knows how to explain things one way.”

He turns his head, bashfully, at that. “It’s nothing. I’m happy to help, either way! And it’s not like you’re stupid, either. You helped me with the parts I didn’t fully understand.”

“No, but really! You’re really smart, I can’t believe you didn’t just — I don’t know, get excused to just do this by yourself! You’d be perfectly fine!”

Maybe your voice came out a little louder than you intended it to, because from the corner of your eye you can see people nearby turn their heads toward you. Some of them scoff or roll their eyes slightly, and you make a face. Oops.

If Taehyun notices, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his full attention seems focused solely on you. Like you’re the only person in the room right now, like you’re not in a public library, surrounded by students cramming for their exams and pretending to work on their own projects.

It’s gone as quick as it appears, however, because he grins so big his eyes smile too, replacing that look of pure devotion with unbridled joy.

You feel insane, maybe. The screws in your head are falling out as we speak, kind of crazy. 

This is absolutely ridiculous, the way this man has you feeling like you could outrun an olympic track runner. Everything he does kind of makes you want to sink into the floor and also maybe give him a kiss. Just maybe. A little bit.

God, this is hopeless. I’m hopeless.

While your brain is busy with your own situation, you don’t notice how Taehyun’s ears seem to be just a shade redder than they had been before. How he seems to divert his gaze ever so slightly. How his smile dips into something a touch too affectionate.

He chuckles, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Okay, okay.” Is his answer, if anything, just to get you to stop talking like that about him. “I’ll accept it, but on one condition.”

Oh? Curiosity ignites in you, anticipation and nervousness mixing into a concoction that laps at your feet like a treacherous ocean’s waves.

Nothing could have prepared you for his next words. Somewhere in the back of your head, the little voice in your brain high fives itself, but the normal part of your consciousness feels the anxiety gathering in your hands in the form of sudden, excessive sweating.

“Let’s meet up again,” he breathes, and you can almost hear the tremble in his voice. “Not for school. As friends.”

It feels like your soul has left your body entirely. Like you’ve been physically and mentally cut out from reality in a pathetic puff of smoke. He cannot be serious. This is not real.

“Um.” Great start, idiot. “I… I mean, okay.” Despite how terribly your sentence comes out, Taehyun smiles. That smile of his that has been plaguing you all day, beaming so bright it could permanently erase every shadow from the world.

You’re no stranger to the tiredness that weighs down your bones and glues your eyelids shut for a second too long when you blink. No stranger to the faint headache that you drown out with over the counter medicine as you make your way to class.

But when it comes to Taehyun, you feel as if you could get through anything.

[fadedpiink]

space

yeonjun x gn!reader

contains: angst / slow burn / established relationship.

word count: ~6.1k not proof read

its started with the space between your words.

not the silence exactly--yeonjun's always been good at dancing- but the hesitation. the way you breathe in before you speak. like you're weighing whether it's worth saying at all. the way your hands don't reach for him anymore, not even when you're half asleep and vulnerable.

the fight wasn't a blowout. no yelling. no slammed doors. just two people who needed different things and didn't know how to say that without it sounding like blame.

he'd come home late again

schedule ran over. phone died. no text.

you were already curled up on the couch in one of his old hoodies, dinner cold on the counter.

"hey," he said, dropping his bag, trying to play it off. "sorry, day got outta control."

you looked at him. then at the floor.

"yeah. figured"

he laughed a little. "you mad?"

and maybe it was the laugh that did it--like your hurt was something casual, something funny. like you were supposed to be used to it by now.

you didn't raise your voice. you just said, "i don't feel like i matter to you lately."

and that landed. it landed, and yeonjun didn't know what to say back

he froze, defensive instinct coiling like muscle memory. because he knew he loved you. wasn't that obvious? wasn't it enough that he always came back, even when the world tried to pull him in every direction?

but you weren't asking for proof he loved you.

you were asking to be chosen.

and he didn't say that.

he just said, "you know that's not true," too fast, too flat, like you were being unfair for feeling that way.

you nodded. said "okay." and went to bed alone.

he slept on the couch that night.

not because you told him to--because you didn't

--

a week passed like that.

you talk, but not deeply.

you touch, but not like before.

the warmth is still there, but its distant. flickering.

yeonjun keeps showing up, but too late.

you keep showing up, but too quiet.

it's the kind of slow unraveling that doesn't snap--just drifts

--

you cope quiet;y. like you always do.

you clean more than usual. put your phone on do not disturb. listen to music while you shower and sit on the edge of the tub for too long afterward, wrapped in steam and silence.

you stop waiting up.

he texts, and you answer with heart emojis and "np" and "its okay."

but its not. and he feels it.

he starts writing notes and leaving them in your bag.

you read them. you don't reply.

what is there to say to "i miss you next to me" when he keeps choosing everything but being next to you?

and still--

you love him.

you love him in the way that hurts when its quiet.

but you still do.

--

he notices it all

the way you stop calling him "junie" and just say "yeonjun."

the way you don't kiss him goodbye when he leaves, and how he waits one second longer at the door every time just in case you might.

and maybe it takes him too long--

but he finally cracks.

--

he shows up three hours early.

find you in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pushed up, wrist-deep in dish soap.

you don't look up right away.

he steps closer.

leans on the counter.

just watches you.

you sigh. "i thought you had practice."

his voice is low. "i skipped it."

you glance at him. pause. "...why?"

"because i miss you." he says it like it's a secret. "and because i don't think I get to keep missing you if i'm not doing anything about it."

your hands still in the sink.

the water keeps running.

he steps closer. "i messed up."

you let the silence hang.

"you're right," he continues. "i've been treating you like.. like you'll always wait. and that's not fair. not when you've been here through everything. not when you've shown up for me on days i didn't even know how to show up for myself."

hes unraveling, fast and raw.

no idol polish. no charm. just him.

"and when you said you didn't feel like you mattered?" he swallows. "I should've told you you do. not just said 'that's not true' like you were being dramatic. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."

you finally meet his eyes.

and he looks ruined. not in a dramatic way--just quietly wrecked. like he's been sitting with this guilt every night since. like he's imagined this moment a hundred times and didn't expect to deserve it.

you blink. "why now?"

his voice breaks. "because i don't want space if it means i can't come home to you."

--

you don't cry.

you just move to turn off the water.

dry your hands slowly.

step closer.

your voice is soft. tired. but not cold.

"i needed you to say that."

he exhales like it's the first breath he's taken all week. like something inside him just let go.

and you finally--finally--let yourself reach for him.

his arms wrap around you instantly, instinctively, holding you like he thought you might disappear.

your face presses into his chest. his lips press to your hair

he whispers, "i'll do better."

and you believe him. not because he said it--because he showed up.

--

you spend the night on the couch together, legs tangled under a blanket, soft music playing from your phone.

he doesn't stop touching you.

not in a clingy way--just constant.

hand on your thigh. arm around your waist. thumb brushing your cheek.

you talk about everything.

the things you were afraid to say. the things you meant. the way love doesn't have to mean absence.

and at some point, you fall asleep on his chest.

he whispers your name, even then.

like a promise.

like a prayer.

like home.

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[atzsslut]

song blurb | playlist #1

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˙˚୨୧⋆｡* ♫ now playing ... 0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)

with Kang Taehyun

angst | gender neutral reader, angst, unrequited love, reader is madly in love with bestie!taehyun, some parts are based on the lyrics of the song, SAD. ♫ 1k words

note | pink, italicized text is the reader's thoughts, my friend @kwantified helped me write this ! <3

You liked him. You've always liked him. But now, things were different. You had learned that you were in love with him. Your days were either filled with thinking of him or thinking of how to get over him. Your best friend, Kang Taehyun.

You had doubts he felt the same. To him, the head pats and comforting gazes that he gave you were acts fueled by friendship.

But to you, to your heart that belonged to him and him only, they were acts of affection. Every time he let you know he was there for you, you yearned for something more than a side-hug. You wanted him to kiss you, hold you—understand you as a lover.

And as the tears ran down your face, all of those things were exactly what you wanted now, as he had one arm around you on one of the campus benches;

"Why are you crying?"

I can't tell you that I love you.

"Let it out, it's alright. I could care less about class right now. I can afford to be a little late for once."

Why do you have to do the things you hate just to make me feel okay? It makes everything harder.

"I was so worried."

Not in the way I want you to be.

"Is there anything you want me to get you?"

All or nothing, I want all of you.

"Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Everything hurts so bad.

"No. No," you harshly sniffed up, "It's alright. I think I just need time for myself. But, thank you, Hyunnie. Go to class, okay?"

Getting up. Leaving. Taking each step away despite his now fading calls. Hearing him say 'okay, but expect a text from me later!' the loudest that he could without embarrassment to assure you could hear him. It took a lot to leave that way.

It took so much for you to not let the hyperventilation take over your entire body. No, it wasn't physical weakness that made you feel this way. Who knew emotional turmoil had such an effect?

Again, you were frozen. You were the coward you always have been. You were stuck in the same position over and over again, and it was all your fault (that's what your insecurities told you).

It didn't help that he only did it to you. You were the only person he felt close enough to, besides his four other friends, to hand his full attention on a platter that you wished you could break, smash, and hit yourself with.

Under his naturally ice-cold stare, you wanted to tell him; "I know I love you." and wished that you could watch the warmth that he usually gave you take over his heart as he would say back, "I know it's real, I can feel it."

His acceptance of your heart, it would let you no longer sink alone into this freezing ocean you were now used to. The tips of your finger were beginning to turn black, frostbite beginning to cover your body the longer you kept it in—the longer you stopped yourself from telling him your feelings.

However, you had sunk into your stress so much that you were stuck into some kind of thought limbo. It hit you that you were a part of his everyday routine. You were a part of his habits.

He had a habit of running over to your dorm if you were more than ten minutes late to class, having lied to the professor saying that he had a stomach ache.

He had a habit of texting you every time someone had given him a headache in the classes you two didn't share, which was almost often.

He had a habit of coming up behind you, a small 'what's up' passing his lips.

There was this thing he always told you when you were having a bad day; "Perfect days don't exist."

But that would follow up with an offer to hang out with him, do something new or anything trivial to just keep your mind off whatever was making you upset.

That was it. Exactly why you fell for Taehyun. He wasn't often the touchiest, nor was he the most openly attentive, but it was the small things he said and did that made you smile.

The fact he was a realist (maybe a pessimistic at times—no, almost all the time), that he was almost pretentiously smart but never enough to make you hate him, and that he cared for you. Just not in the way you wanted.

Your friend had asked you once, "Isn't it enough that he loves you? Does he have to be in love with you for you to be okay? He treats you well nonetheless."

You remember blankly staring at them, not being able to give an answer. In reality, you couldn't come up with one. It just wasn't enough. After years of knowing Taehyun, knowing almost every part of him, and loving even the parts he hated, you felt that you were just as enough to complete him.

A part of you knew your worth, knew how much you made his life better just as much as he did yours, but something was stopping you. Maybe it was that you were afraid to lose him, maybe it was another typical reason, but it seemed that every time some form of courage built up inside you to tell him—you felt like vomiting.

Again, you were frozen. Inarguable to a certain extent, the life you lead before he was in your life was trash.

You wanted him to take you to his hometown, introduce you to his mom again, but not as his long-time friend.

You wanted him not to run away from you when you find the universe finally lets you tell him. But even that could take until the end of the world.

"Perfect days don't exist"—that sentence he always repeated was bullshit now. The comfort it used to bring was no longer valid.

A perfect day for you did exist.

It would be the day your wishes of him to be the one person that would be able to love you back to come true. To finally take the empty spot beside you, save you, and take your hand.

You were a loser in this game as you needed him in ways he couldn't be to you, addicted to the love you had for him as if it was a drug rotting your heart away. If only you weren't so lovesick in this one-sided, unrequited devotion.

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[solkver]

txt when your social battery dies during a party ♡

#!...📞📞 txt kinktober 2022 requests are open!

#%! headcanons under the cut

#%! established relationships, txt ot5 x gender neutral reader

content warning! my failed attempt at being sweet and soft

pronouns ;; they/them [gender neutral]

i. HEADCANONS :: [3:18am]

choi yeonjun ! he's a talkative, energetic baby so he doesn't notice you trying to squirm away from the crowd at first. ❀ once he does notice he will look you from head to toe w an adorable frown. ❀ cuts the conversation short w who ever he's entertaining with a lame excuse like your mom is looking for you and what not. ❀ takes your hand into his and slowly drags you away outside. ❀ would pull you close and whisper sweet nothings until you relax in his hold. ❀ many many kisses on your face !! ❀ always reminds you that it isn't and never will be your fault for wanting to make yourself comfortable. ❀ either brings you home or gets convenience store ice cream while taking a walk together in comfortable silence even if it's super late. ❀ cuddles when you two get home to recharge!

choi soobin ! he himself has a very limited social battery so he understands you. ❀ will make you feel better about it by saying stuff like "yeah it was getting stuffy in there anyways" or "i was just about to tell you the same thing" when you tug on his shirt to tell him you'll be somewhere quieter. ❀ asks you if you want to go home or stay and just be in a place w less people. ❀ when you do want to stay, he makes sure to keep a gentle hand on the small of your back to remind you he's just there. ❀ once his own social battery dies, is when he excuses the both of you to be off. ❀ drives with the windows down because he knows how much you love the midnight breeze. ❀ warm shower together when you get home and sappy 80's movies until you both fall asleep.

choi beomgyu ! a loud, happy ball of energy so it takes him some time to realize you've scurried into a quiet corner. ❀ when he finally notice your presence disappearing, he panics a little because you're not by his side anymore. ❀ would visibly relax once he sees you on a chair on your phone w no people around you. ❀ approaches you w the softest, most comforting smile while asking you if you want to head out already. ❀ makes it a clear point to the people he was talking w earlier that he needs to go because he needs to spend time w his significant other. ❀ many forehead kisses and innocent neck kisses as his way of saying ‘it's okay’ when you start feeling guilty for dragging him away w you. ❀ takes a different route home to prolong the drive and to get drive thru because he knows how much that'll brighten your mood.

kang taehyun ! he immediately notices your sudden quietness and looks over to you with a knowing smile. ❀ would comfortingly squeeze your hand when he couldn't find the right time to slip in an excuse so he could bring you to a quieter place. ❀ once when he does, he lifts both your hands so he could kiss on your knuckles. ❀ he doesn't even ask you if you want to go home or not, he knows what you want. ❀ brings you to a hill where city lights could be seen below even if it takes a few minutes too long to drive there. ❀ gets ice cream and fast food on the way there so you two could eat together on the hood of his car. ❀ will smother you with feather like kisses as his way of saying 'i love you' ❀ only then does he take you both home when it's past sun rise and when you've recharged!

huening kai ! he's a very attentive boyfriend in general, he knows when you're okay and not. ❀ memorizes your body language like the back of his hand so when you try to slowly and quietly escape the crowd, he follows along with his cute little bread smile. ❀ would ask you first if you'd like to go or stay just to be extra sure he's not making decisions by himself and making you even more uncomfortable. ❀ peppers your face with wet sloppy kisses to make you laugh. ❀ brings you to a children's park because even if you protest that you're tired, he knows you just want alone time w him to recharge. ❀ lays on the grass w you to watch the sun rise and only then takes you home when you yawn a little too loud. ❀ cuddles under huge, huge layers of soft blankets and random eskimo kisses until both of you fall asleep!

wrote this purely as something self indulgent and to be kept in my drafts but I thought, I took way too much time writing this for me to just keep private lol. anyways, requests are open, feel free to drop any :) !

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ER — A Love Language? playing hero

You swore this time you wouldn't go to his hospital.

You've been getting too comfortable. Too aware of how his hands linger. How his sarcasm has softened. How you start looking for him before you even get triaged.

So this time—after running into a literal fire to save a stray cat—you beg the EMT to take you literally anywhere but the downtown ER.

You’re half-convinced it’s working.

That is, until you’re wheeled in and you hear:

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You groan. “No. No, please.”

The curtain swishes back and Taehyun is standing there, arms folded, expression somewhere between furious and… terrified?

“They said burn victim. I didn’t think it’d be you again.”

“It’s just my arm—”

“Why were you in a burning building?”

You pause.

“...Cat.”

“A cat?”

You hold up the small pet carrier with your good hand. The tiny black kitten inside mews pathetically. You look away.

“It looked scared.”

Taehyun blinks. “You risked your life for a cat.”

You mutter, “I was trying to avoid you, okay?”

That stops him.

“You what?”

“I didn’t want to see you again. Not because I don’t like you, but because I do, and I keep getting injured, and you keep seeing me at my worst, and I just—” You wince. “I thought if I went somewhere else, I could… start over. Stop looking like a walking hazard in front of you.”

There’s silence.

Then he walks over slowly, jaw tight. He picks up your chart, scans it without a word, then finally says:

“You’d rather run into a burning building than see me again?”

“...that's not what i—”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

He sighs. Long and deep, like you’ve personally aged him twenty years.

“You smell like smoke. Your hair’s singed. And you still look at me like I hung the moon every time I wrap a bandage.”

You blink. “You… noticed that?”

He looks away. “I notice everything when it comes to you.”

Your heart stutters.

He presses the bandage down gently over your arm, expression unreadable.

“Stop avoiding me.”

“Why?”

“Because if you’re going to keep doing reckless things,” he says softly, “I’d rather be the one to patch you up.”

You say nothing.

The kitten sneezes.

He glances at it, sighs again, and adds—

“And I’m off in ten. If you’re not actively combusting by then, I’ll drive you and the cat home.”

You smile—small, singed, slightly woozy.

“You sure that’s not against protocol?”

“So is falling for the patient.”

You blink.

But he’s already pulling the curtain closed again behind him.

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Synopsis: yn has never met a staircase they couldn’t fall down, a cat they wouldn’t chase into danger, or a completely avoidable situation they couldn’t make worse. If there’s an incident report being filed, their name’s probably already on it. And if there's an ER nurse sighing for the fifth time that week? It’s definitely Taehyun.

Taehyun just wants to do his job: treat patients, clock out, and not form dangerously soft feelings for the one walking disaster who treats the ER like a revolving door (that's right: yn).

[wonie-not-wony]

TEXT. Rating high school crushes_

PAIRING. crush!txt x gn!reader

GENRE. fluff, sns, twitter

WARNINGS. none (?)

A/N. im so sorry 4 not posting after 2 weeks 😭😭 my mental block was deadly JSJWJJAAJ this is not the only txt thing ill post today ( ͡°з ͡°)

choi yeonjun [최연준]

choi soobin [최수빈]

choi beomgyu [최범규]

kang taehyun [강태현]

huening kai [휴닝카이]

© wonie-not-wony. all rights reserved. please don’t repost, plagiarize and translate.

[jiunngs]

ANYTHING YOU WANT ✶ TXT

ft. gn!reader x txt (separate scenarios). wc 2.2k. note PLEASE tell me if someones done this before omg. and also it might be like kind of awful so im sorry in advance LMAOO

desc ★ where they'd take you & what'd you do on your first date.

수빈 ☆ SOOBIN : coffee shop.

it was a simple yet almost charmingly sweet choice for the first place you’d be going to together when you were dating, and officially at that. not just outings as ‘friends’ filled with longing glances when he thought you weren’t looking, and the slight spark of electricity that ran up his spine when the tips of your fingers brushed against his while you passed things to him, as he’d spent the past few months doing.

what the two of you had still felt so new. he chalked it up to the fact it had only been a mere week after he had stood in front of you one night after dropping you back to your apartment, ears burning red as he’d made the leap and confessed to you right there and then; only stammering once (which he’d given himself a mental pat on the back for afterwards).

the pleasant surprise of how nice it was, just sitting in a cosy booth by the window and letting the early morning sunrays shine down on you both while you shared smiles and held conversations about anything that came to mind, was something you both would come to treasure. it wasn’t the most flashy, nor particularly extravagant, but none of that mattered. what mattered was the two of you, hiding grins behind ceramic mugs and trading stories from the piles sitting in your memories, each anecdote prompting another string of exclamations and comparisons to the other’s own experiences.

any slight awkwardness he’d half-expected was nowhere in sight, instead replaced by the warmth coursing through his chest when you aimed a smile right at him after he’d let a stray compliment slip (because he really couldn’t help it, when you were sitting across from him looking like that), or laughed at something he’d said in one retelling or another, or when you scooted forward in your chair just enough to hook your ankle around his; with nothing but a quirk of your lips to suggest you’d done anything at all.

that day would be the first of many, he hoped. the first step in a journey that would continue on for miles and miles and miles, with no end in sight.

연준 ☆ YEONJUN : restaurant & a walk in the city.

the restaurant he took you to was one he knew had caught your eye and had been wanting to try for a while, and he relished in the grin it brought to your face and the soft “thank you” that he brushed off instantly, saying there was no need for it.

he spent most of the duration of your shared meal finding opportunities to connect your palms together, to steal mouthfuls of your food with a smirk and a laugh and then quickly move to shield his own plate from your outreached hand. to pour you as many drinks as he’d had himself, hands taking extra care not to spill a single drop. to ignore any offers coming from you about contributing to the bill and instead giving you the complimentary sweet they left with the receipt, insisting you could simply pay him back with more time spent together.

after you'd left, hands brushing together with every step and matching smiles on your faces, he tipped his head back and took a deep breath of the fresh air; bordering on cold due to the late hour, and asked if you'd like to take a walk. the sun had long since disappeared from it's place, leaving behind the full moon and stars as the only specks of light in the otherwise clear sky.

it was quiet in the streets, the only sounds coming from cars passing by and the momentary burst of other's conversations and laughter from inside passing bars, restaurants, karaoke bars, as people left them. lights from neon signs and office buildings still illuminating the last few employees inside them at their desks lit up the pavements you walked down, and his palm never left yours for a second. you talked about anything and everything you could think of and wandered until your legs were sore, collapsing into each other onto a bench and then just.. relaxing. taking in the moment with each other without any words needing to be said, cheeks still flushed from the alcohol and hearts feeling full.

as he sat resting his head on your shoulder in the back of the cab you'd eventually called to take you home, a little tipsy and a lot giddy from the complete lack of space between you, he hoped he’d get to do this a lot more.

범규 ☆ BEOMGYU : arcade.

he didn’t intentionally take you to the arcade to see your competitive streak flare up, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t enjoy having a front-row seat to witnessing it. seeing the look of pure excitement in your eyes as you bulldozed through all the machines they had to offer, determined to win and uncaring about the endless amounts of pocket change lost to the games on the way, reminded him just why he liked you so much in the first place.

he thought your frustration when you lost a game (whether that be to beomgyu himself, a little mistake on your part, or just bad luck) was cute too. it was a situation where beomgyu was winning either way, even if he couldn’t seem to come first place in a single race on the mario kart game.

but once he’d set his sights on an old guitar hero machine sitting tucked into a corner, ready and waiting to be used, he couldn’t not lead you straight over to it and quickly slot in the coins required for a game.

with feet tapping to match the beat of the riff ringing out of the tinny speakers, he got to it with practiced ease. his fingers found the correct coloured frets with little to no problem and a wide grin spread across his face at the sight of his score racking up fast. when he chanced a look over at you, however, it looked like you weren’t quite getting into it as much. the chords you were hitting were few and far between (and mostly on accident) and you were missing more than a few of the remaining notes.

maybe it was because he simply felt a little bad. maybe it was because he liked you just enough (more than enough) to sacrifice his own perfect high score. but the sight of you muddling your way through it made him set down the fake guitar gently onto the multicoloured carpet decorated with zigzags and neon spirals, and step up behind you.

he couldn't find it in him to care about the looks the pair of you might be getting, instead focusing on moving your fingers to hit all the right beats and pointedly ignoring how he suddenly felt like he was running a few degrees hotter. the way you were shifting around in front of him made him move the hand not currently on the frets to whack you on the arm, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to feel it.

"yah! i'm trying to help you here!"

that only made you laugh, and that of course set him off too, and soon you were pushing and shoving each other in jest and completely ignoring the game you were supposed to be playing in favour of messing around; not realising the song was over until a loud call of "game over!" startled you out of it.

even with beomgyu's help your score was still atrociously low, and at the sad sight of it plastered on the screen you both couldn't help but start laughing all over again. he thought, for a small moment, that if all dates were going to be like this, he'd take you on them forever.

태현 ☆ TAEHYUN : bowling alley.

it was almost like a weight lifted off his shoulders when you turned to him with a grin as he pulled up to the venue, eyes glittering with excitement. of course he knew you liked what you were going to be doing — why would he take you somewhere you didn't even want to be, after all? and on the first date, of all things? — but he wasn't exactly sure if it was what you had in mind for the chosen place of said first date. now it seemed all his worrying had been for nothing, thank god.

you were shown to a lane sitting empty right at the very end by an employee that looked like they'd rather be doing anything else but working, and the second you stepped onto the wooden flooring you were immediately assaulted with the bright disco lights flashing in every direction you looked, paired with the generic pop song playing over the speakers and being partially drowned out by the sound of pins being knocked down on other lanes.

settling into the game was easy after that, trading laughs and pats on the shoulder when one of you threw a gutter ball or missed the remaining pins completely on the second turn. it was mostly messing around for the first few rounds; trying to make the other laugh by throwing it in absurd positions and running over the boundary line after checking no-one was looking to give the ball a little helping hand when it got stuck due to it being thrown in aforementioned absurd position.

you only started getting serious about halfway through, lighthearted mood turning a little more heated as you started aiming with more purpose, started racing each other to the highest score before the game was over. taehyun broke triple figures on the eighth turn and you weren't far behind. despite the pair of you both deciding to treat it as a lives-on-the-line competition, you were still playing around: shoving each other with smirks on your faces and shouting taunts from behind them in attempts to throw them off their game, sharing laughter and swapping smiles.

in the end you won by a mere 10 points, and as he watched you celebrate wildly; throwing your hands in the air and dancing around while grinning so hard it looked like it hurt, he felt his heart skip a few beats in his chest. he wasn't sure how you still managed to make him feel dizzy even in the low lighting, flashing colours painting you red and green and blue and yellow.

he let you lead him out of the building still half in a daze, almost stumbling on the step between the entrance down to the concrete pavement outside, and only snapped out of it when you tackled him in a tight hug and thanked him for the day out.

"the next date'll be on me, okay?"

the next date. there'd be another. he could only stand there and nod, bringing his own arms up to wrap around you in return before you finally let him go and waved him goodbye. the next date. he was looking forward to it already.

휴닝카이 ☆ HUENING KAI : carnival.

he was relieved that you'd agreed to come with him, even more so when you said you liked the idea and was looking forward to it. the pressure of trying to make sure you had a good time and not make himself look like too much of a bumbling idiot was something that weighed on his mind for a while, but was forgotten the moment he saw you waiting for him at your agreed upon spot, looking up to meet his eyes with a small wave and bright smile. from that moment on the only thing that was on his mind was simply enjoying himself, with you right next to him the whole night.

you'd stayed close the whole time: bumping shoulders in attempt to throw him off his target at the hook-a-duck stall while your laughter rang in his ears, tugging lightly on his jacket to catch his attention while you pointed over to the waltzers and proceeding to drag him straight to them, playfully messing with his hair or patting him on the arm or his thigh in either celebration when he won a game at one of the many colourful stalls dotted around or reassurance when he was feeling a little nervous at the prospect of going on a certain ride.

he’d gone pinker than the cotton candy he’d bought you when you’d switched the sweet treat to your other hand so you could hold his, a smile on your face as you asked him what he wanted to go on next.

the only time you broke apart was to go on the bumper cars, and he was too distracted by the smirk on your face as you drove at him head-on to realise that.. well, you were driving at him head-on. the impact made him jump and he threw you a mock look of betrayal, before coming to his senses and stepping on it, making a beeline for your car in return.

the chorus of your combined laughter echoed around the small space, and by the end of it you both stumbled out hand in hand, a little sweaty but still happy; smiles stretching wide on both your faces.

when you told him that you wanted to do it again sometime at the end of the night he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping you in a tight hug, hiding his flaming cheeks in the crook of your neck and thanking you over and over. it was a night to remember, one of the many to come.

✿ sorry if this is like atrocious awful doesnt make sense or fit them at all etc.. i got into them like 2 weeks ago LMAOO and it was only lowk because my bf like. really loves them and they seem cool so i was like why not ☠️☠️ hvnt proofread so sorry if u see any mistakes!!!! passing out now bye

[gfksn]

genre: fluff, high school au, strangers to acquaintances idk

word count: 531

note: this is sorta based on a dream i had lol,, also sorry about the ending... it feels a bit rushed but like idk how to fix it

you stormed out of the library and stumbled up the stairs. "shoot, i'm gonna be late," you mumbled to yourself as you speed walked down the corridor. suddenly, you felt a small tug on your backpack. "what the-" you slowed your pace a bit to turn around with a questioning look, only to see a relatively small boy with doe eyes looking back at you. he smiled softly and fixed a book in your bag before zipping it closed and patting it. you nodded slightly and thanked him as he walked off to his class, not thinking much of the situation.

you sighed loudly as you took your seat next to your friend. "just in time," you said as you opened your bag. your movements stilled as you spotted an unwanted object in your bag. you took it out with a puzzled look. "the dream chapter?" your friend questioned leaning over to examine the book. "this isn't mine, if it is, it's clearly long overdue cause i don't remember borrowing this from the library." "it looks too new to be a library book," your friend piped in, making you hum in agreement. you riffled through the pages, before stopping at the first page. "kang taehyun?" you read to yourself. it clearly has an owner, but how did it get in your bag? then, it clicked and you couldn't help the small smile that crept onto your lips.

you peeked into the classroom and knocked on the door. everyone's heads turned towards you, making you cringe at all the attention. "is there a kang taehyun in this class?" you asked sheepishly. everyone murmured between themselves before the person you were looking for made his way over to you. "kang taehyun?" you inquired, reading his name tag. he hummed in confirmation, "what's up?" you looked at him for a second, before averting your gaze from the sweet smile plastered on his face. a smile that caused the butterflies in your stomach to take flight. you held out the book for him, eyes darting all over the place, "i believe this is yours." he looked down at the book, letting out a small "ah" before he carefully took it from your hands, "thank you, uhh..." "y/n," you said, gesturing towards your name tag. "y/n," he repeated, "i must have put it there by mistake." he gave you a look, which seemed apologetic, you couldn't really tell. "hehe, yeah," you laughed awkwardly, while slowly turning on your heels, "well, i'll get going now." you were about to sprint back to your class to hide the blush that was making its way onto your cheeks, then, "wait!" he interrupted, making your body jerk. you turned to face him again, hoping that he couldn't see how affected you were by the small interaction between the both of you. "can we talk after school?" you nodded dumbly, making his face break out into a grin that made your heart swell. "great, meet me on the platform at 3:45, okay." and with that he made his way back into his classroom, his words on replay in your mind "meet me on the platform at 3:45"

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