#kim jibeom imagines

[thepixelelf]

1386/3100 word october

from the golcha superpowered volleyball universe

[party-goers unseen] “I was thinking of skipping that Halloween party everyone’s talking about,” you tell Jibeom, your thumb scrolling through instagram mindlessly. “It’s not really my scene.”

Jibeom looks up at you, pausing his hands over his homework. “Jangjun will be sad without you there. He told everyone he was bringing the whole team.”

“I’m not on the team though?” You roll your eyes.

“Well I didn’t really wanna go in the first place, and if you’re not going…”

Chuckling, you ruminate over how anti-social you both are. Sure, it would probably do you well to branch out once in a while, but you’d rather not start with a party filled with drunk people dressed as Where’s Waldo or a black cat or any Squid Game character.

“We can just say we went,” you posit. “But they couldn’t see you because you pre-gamed and go invisible when you’re tipsy.”

Jibeom tilts his head, considering the idea, then looks at you again. “What about you?”

You shrug and smile. “I’ll just say I went as the Invisible Man, 2020.”

His brows furrow, and Jibeom frowns at you, lips in the slightest of pouts. “That movie’s a hurtful stereotype.”

At his expression, you let out a little laugh. You hold your arms open, hugging him close when he makes his way into your hold. “I know, you big baby. I don’t need an excuse to not go somewhere. Jangjun can suck it up.”

[blossom-hwa]

happy 5 years! may i request something sweet with jibeom? like maybe a baker or florist au !!

hey anon!! thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy what I've written for it <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Pairing: Jibeom x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

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Some days, Jibeom finds himself unable to smile. 

It isn’t most days, thankfully - he’s got a family that cares for him, friends who find it in themselves to annoy him every day, a cat who likes to wind her way around his legs to the point of tripping him whenever he comes home. He can usually find a reason to smile, even if it’s very small. 

But life is annoying, and life is hard. There are days where the gray cloud hanging over him only seems to grow darker and heavier no matter what - his boss being upset at him for something he can’t control, rain pouring overhead on the one day he forgot to bring his umbrella. When that happens, it’s too hard to smile, and Jibeom doesn’t even want to try. 

On one of these dark days, he finds himself inside a little florist a street away from his office, one that he always passes by but has never really found a reason to actually explore. Today, though, the rain is pouring too hard for him to make it the next street to his bus stop, so he finds himself ducking into the flower shop as a short respite from the downpour. 

A little bell tinkles as he bursts into the shop, hair and clothes damp from his sprint through the streets. He’s so busy digging through his bag, trying to make sure his laptop didn’t get wet when the rain suddenly picked up, that at first he doesn’t notice you approaching him. 

“Hello!”

Jibeom jumps, eyes snapping up to take you in. You’re smiling brightly as though the rain outside doesn’t bother you at all, dressed in a green apron stained with bits of dirt and flowers. 

“Hello,” he replies cautiously, slinging his bag back over his back. At the last minute he remembers you’re a stranger, not someone he should easily show his annoyance to, so he tries to school his features into a more neutral expression than he’d been showing before. 

You don't seem to notice, the smile on your face still as sweet and bright as when he first saw you. “Welcome to my little garden,” you say warmly, gesturing to the expanse of flowers and greenery all around you. “Is there something you were looking for? Or was it just the downpour?”

Jibeom reddens against his will. “Just... just the downpour,” he mumbles. “Sorry about that, I can leave -”

“Oh no, it’s fine!.” You laugh a little. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need until we close. The rain’s pouring really hard, wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything.”

Jibeom isn’t sure why, but for some reason, tears suddenly begin welling in his eyes. It takes all of his effort to hold them back. “Thanks,” he croaks out, trying to swallow the little lump growing in his throat. “I appreciate it.”

"No problem,” you reply, smiling softly. “If I may ask... you look pretty tired. Had a long day?”

Normally when strangers talk to him, Jibeom closes himself up, mostly just does the bare minimum to seem polite and tries to shut down the conversation as soon as he can. But looking at you now, Jibeom doesn’t feel the walls of his defenses beginning to rise. Instead, he feels them starting to fall. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It’s... it’s been a lot.”

“I see.” You nod slightly, lips pressed together in sympathy. “Give me one moment.”

Jibeom watches you walk around the shop, plucking a few flowers of various colors from their places on shelves and in buckets on the floor. At one of the tables, you make quick work of them, snipping stems and trimming leaves until you’ve created a small, pretty bouquet. “Here,” you finally say, extending the flowers to him when you’ve finished. “These are for you.”

He blinks once, twice, looking between you and the flowers. “Sorry, I - what?”

“They’re on the house,” you clarify. “For you.”

Jibeom blinks again. “I - why?”

“The earth laughs in flowers,” you say, smiling as you press the small bouquet into his hands. “I thought that perhaps, if you see the way it laughs, it will help you smile a little too.”

Dumbly, Jibeom closes his fingers around the green stems. The soft, sweet scent of the flowers fills his nose - he recognizes a couple of roses and something that looks like a lily amidst more blooms whose name he doesn’t know. “Thank you,” he whispers, fighting the urge to cry.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, and Jibeom can almost feel the warmth of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket shielding him against the cold outside. “Oh - it looks like the rain stopped!”

Sure enough, it has stopped, only a thin drizzle painting the windows of your shop. Jibeom thanks you again, only slightly less choked this time, then heads out again to catch his bus.

Once he reaches home, Jibeom looks at the flowers still clutched between his fingers. Vaguely he thinks he should find a vase or something similar to put them in, but for now he just stares at them. Bright pink, a sprig of warm yellow, deep blue and pale purple stare back at him, interspersed with leafy greenery. Colorful, warm.

As Jibeom carefully arranges them in a tall glass of water, he realizes the weight of his day no longer feels as heavy as it once was. 

He returns to your shop the next day, the sky bright blue with a sun shining bright against the clouds. You’re helping a customer when he arrives, but when you’re finished you turn to him, eyes bright and smile as wide as he remembered. 

“Hi!” you exclaim, walking up to him. “How are you?”

Jibeom smiles. “Feeling better,” he replies honestly. “I wanted to thank you again for the flowers. They were beautiful.”

You duck your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you,” you say sweetly. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I also -” He coughs a little, swallowing down the embarrassment threatening to crawl up his cheeks. “I don’t think I got your name last time.”

“Oh!” For a moment, you look as flustered as he feels. It’s quite endearing, Jibeom thinks as his smile grows wider. “I’m so sorry. My name is Y/N.” You cock your head. “If I may, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jibeom,” he replies. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A conversation arises from there, pleasant and warm and full of lovely, bright laughter. As you smile, as you laugh, Jibeom remembers your words from yesterday, and - 

It’s true, he thinks, watching the way sunlight streams onto your face, the way you seem to glow under the golden hour with the brightness of your smile. It’s true what you said, that the earth laughs in flowers. 

Because looking at you now, laughing in the sunlight, Jibeom can see the flowers ever-blooming in your smile.

[wannaeatramyeon]

This just pop out of my mind, lookism character and taehoon reacting to their s/o revealing that they are pregnant (They are still in the senior high/maybe college student if you pair with Gun or other older characters)

I can imagine the chaos of Taehoon's dad reaction lol.

Sam, I am forever sorry for taking ages with this and again - another shitty list 🥹

Lookism + HTF reacts to "Surprise! You're having a baby!"

Ok, let's just age everyone up in canon. Also ties in with some Lookism boys as a dad + kid personality hc (another @slimesam special)

Oh shit

Johan Seong, Gun Park, Eli Jang, DG/James Lee, Jihan Kwak

Oh shit, Dad is going to kill me

Seong Taehoon (spoiler: Hansu doesn't kill him. He's worried but over the moon to be gramps.)

Oh shit, Dad will acknowledge and love me again

Jay Hong

Maybe I should think about that therapy

Samuel Seo, Baek Seongjun

Tears of joy

Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, All the Big Deal boys tbh, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Ji Yeonwoo, Han Wangguk, Kim Munseong

Indistinguishable tears

Could be tears of joy, could be tears of sadness. Who knows. These idiots lived in the moment and forgot about consequences.

Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

Ok.

Eugene, Hudson Ahn, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu

It's not mine

Xiaolong

Bonus: "Surprise! You're going to be a grandad!"

Park Jincheol/Samdak: Brain breaks completely. Will forever see Dabin/Gaeul as their lil girl and furious that someone has gotten close to them. Equally excited to be gramps. That's the only thing stopping them from killing you.

Hansu Seong: Wants a grandson so they can put Taehoon through hell. Wants a granddaughter so they won't put you or Hansu through hell.

Another spoiler: It doesn't matter. The grandkid will inherit the famous Seong personality anyway.

Manager Kim: The most level headed of these four, and that's something. Tears of joy, torrential downpour, absolute rivers.

Charles Choi: [scribbles list of ideas for 11th genius. Genius of crying. Genius of energy sapping. Genius of cuteness.]

Steve Hong: [scribbles list of reasons to potentially disown grandkid.]

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Characters when it's your birthday!!!

A/N: It's my birthday todayyyy!!! So if you share the same birthdate with me or you happen to scroll this down on your own special day and if you're not on the mood, this is for you!

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Crystal Choi/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Jace Park/Jay Hong/Heather/Jake Kim/Yoojin/Jihan Kwak/Gapryong Kim/Jinyeong Park/Sinu Han/Lua Im/Brad Lee/Jerry Kwon/Yui Kim/Joy Hong/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon

The really super sweethearts tbh

They're the ones who will remembers everyone's birthday (especially when you're superrr close with them).

So they will call the others to have a group meeting or create a group chat with over 40 members on it to surprise you on your special day! "GUYS ATTENTION!!! IT'S Y/N'S BIRTHDAY IN 4 DAYS WE GOTTA SURPRISE THEM!!!"

They will assign who will buy the décor and food (they will all share the budget!).

Will think of many plans and ideas to surprise you (It can turn out a little wacky though but at least they have put effort on it!)

Vasco/Doo Lee/Jiho Park/Olly Wang/Goo Kim/Yuseong/Warren Chae/Jibeom Kwak/Tom Lee/Kuroda Ryuhei/Sinu Han/Gongseob Ji/Alexander Wang (add in Zack Lee ; a little bit if you're really close)

They're the super noisy ones lmao

I can imagine the others getting so annoyed from them since they can't keep quiet when they're still preparing for the surprise (don't blame them they're super excited!).

So when you came inside the dark room and you opened the lights, they will scream and screech at the top of their lungs "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" xD.

They're also the super hyped ones while singing Happy Birthday even though they're out of tune LMAO (the others looks so done while you just stand there in the center with the cake lit with the candles be like 🧍‍♀️).

Even while eating, they're still super talkative while there's lot of food smudges on their face (how the hell can they still speak? Because their vocal chords are SUPERIOR).

Jay Hong/Joy Hong/Jiho Park/Crystal Choi/Goo Kim/Gun Park/DG/Yoojin/Tom Lee/Mitsuki Soma/Charles Choi

The super rich ones. They have the budget to buy the décor for themselves but the others insisted to pay for it and help too.

Will also buy you a very expensive gift like designer clothes, jewelry, shoes or anything that you really like but you can't afford! The others will be just like "Woah! They bought the limited edition jewelry of f/b for Y/N!"

They just really love you so much so they bought the most expensive gift for you that they can find so you'll feel very special! (Though just don't use them as a sugar mommy/daddy it can turn them off).

They will smile, chuckle and pat you on the head if you're super happy with their present "WuahHhhHHh THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH YOU DON"T HAVE TO SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME NEXT TIME!!!" "As long you're happy I am too".

They just wants to see you smiling all the time even if it's not your b-day they hate you seeing sad (like everyone hates seeing you sad :)))) .

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Vasco/Jace Park/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Heather/Jake Kim/Jihan and Jibeom Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Johan Seong/Yuseong/Jerry Kwon/ Line Man/ Lua Im/ Sinu Han/Brad Lee/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon/Jichang Kwak/Young Jinyoung Park

Will feel insecure about their gift (or if they don't have something to give for you).

Like don't blame them they're just in high school they're not like super rich (for young Jinyoung Park too).

They will be the ones who will either buy you cheap but cute items that you like and it's wrapped in beautiful gift wraps, make it hand-made or they will write a super long letter with your favorite decorations and stickers on the envelope (they're so precious).

They will be hesitant first to give you their present but after encouraging themselves, they will be super shy and lovey dovey while giving it to you "Ha-Happy Birthday Y/N... Hope you like it".

But after reading their letter you'll probably burst into tears lol (they're so good at expressing their feelings through writing it down on a paper that it makes you feel appreciated and loved so much since you're so nice to them).

They will also comfort you for crying and they will feel bad for making you cry because of the letter lmao "Y/N ARE YOU OKAY WHY ARE YOU CRYING?"

Over all sweethearts tbh "WUAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SPEND ON ME TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME DUMMY THE SURPRISE IS ENOUGH!!!" "So-sorry for making you cry though..."

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/Gun Park/Goo Kim/DG/Taesoo Ma/Vin Jin/Magami Kenta/Jiho Park (villain arc)/Cheon Taejin/Mandeok/Yui Kim/Mitsuki Soma/Xiaoleoung

"Why the hell am I here?" vibe.

They're just here for the food (they might not even know or care for the celebrant if you're not close with them lmao).

But they're still going to buy a gift for you if you know each other.

Acts like they hate it, but they secretly love birthday parties (Goo's an obvious party monkey so he really loves making chaos on birthdays like throwing and smudging the cake on everybody's faces lol).

Will secretly turn on birthday song remixes and sus shit on the bluetooth speaker lmao.

ADD IN!: Duke Pyeon/Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Jerry Kwon/Warren Chae/Vasco/Jiho Park/Brad Lee/Lua Im/Goo Kim/Line Man

They're the camera man with the shaky hands.

The pictures they take will be a little bit blurry and shaky while Goo is just doing it on purpose to piss you off (the others are really doing their best don't get angry).

They just wants to enjoy and spend some time with you without the others bossing them around (please save them).

Jiho Park/Vasco/Joy Hong/Warren Chae/Zoe Park/Goo Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei

They're the ones that will unintentionally spoil the surprise.

They will get so excited that they will spill the tea from you without realizing that they're talking to the celebrant and the others will cover their mouth shutting them up. "WE'RE HAVING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR Y/-" "OKAY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???!!! Sorry Y/N..."

They will apologize to the others while there are tears building in their eyes "Sorry guys! I just got so excited I won't do it again!" (while Goo is just doing it on purpose to tick the others off he's such an asshole lmao).

[golchaworld]

holla, can i have golden child jibeom scared with your father when he was invited by your mum to have dinner with your family please? sorry if it isn't spesific :(

yes you can! hope you enjoy.

[6:14pm]

As you walk up to the doorway, your boyfriend wipes his hands on his jeans for the hundredth time. You chuckle slightly as he fiddles around, very obviously nervous.

"Are you okay, babe?" You ask.

He nods, words caught in his throat. A large hand ruffles his hair, a clear sign of his nerves. You intertwine your hands, taking a moment before entering your parents' house.

"Jibeom, look at me. You're gonna be fine. I know my parents will love you."

"But what if-what if they don't? I've never met your parents before. What if I make a bad joke? What if your dad hates me? Oh god! Your dad is definitely gonna hate me. He’s so scary! And then what if—,”

You can't help yourself as you briefly connect your lips with his. When you disconnect, he takes a deep breath. His eyes meet yours, causing a small smile to grow on your face.

"They will love you, okay? If anything, they'll love you because I love you, and that's all that matters." He nods. "Now, are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

[golchahrs]

[6:32 am] jibeom squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to his side as you two are walking down the quiet, early morning street. the sky is beginning to light up as street lamps turn off for the day, a couple of corner stores are preparing to open up, and the chirping of birds can be heard somewhere in the near distance. the brisk air kissed your cheeks and jibeom smiled when he saw you scrunch your face up momentarily.

“i feel like it’s way too early, but i love it,” you commented.

jibeom hummed in agreement. “it’s nice, isn’t it?” 

as the sun rose and the warm beams hit your face, jibeom couldn’t help but be awestruck. so once again, he tugged on your hand, only to swiftly turn his body and place a kiss right at the corner of your lips.

“i love you,” he whispered, nuzzling his face towards yours for a bit.

you broke out into a grin and gave him a peck back. when you pulled away, the sunlight lit up his eyes and they sparkled with love and admiration.

“i love you too.”

[eternallyhyucks]

meant to be | kim jibeom

pairing: bf! jibeom x gn! reader

word count: 321

genre/warnings: fluff (lowk cringe) , none

summary: after a year of being with jibeom, he tells you how much you mean to him

—note: i havent written for golden child in a while (sorry it’s so short!!!) , but i hope you all like it !! <3

𖤐 ྀ

you and jibeom were sitting on top of his car with ice cream in your hands as the two of you reminiced over the first year of your relationship.

“do you remember when i first tried holding your hand?” he said laughing

embarassed, “yes😭 i didnt realize you wanted to hold my hand okay!! i am very clueless most of the time”

“how does one move their hands around THAT much. you will never not amaze me”

“okay well at least i didnt do that cringe yawn thing just to put my arm over your shoulder” you say taking a spoon of jibeom’s ice cream

“listen, jaehyun told me that it was a creative idea”

“when has jaehyun ever been right about these things”

“well you got me there” he says flashing a smile. after a small pause he looks at you and says, “can i be sappy for a second, y/n?”

“go ahead” you say turning to face him

“before i met you, i didnt think i’d ever need anyone so much. i never really felt like i needed to be in a relationship and frankly, the idea of it was always so far-fetched to me. i never planned to fall in love with you. it was all so new and it scared me at first. you make me feel so loved, and it’s so weird”

“pause. WEIRD ????” you say frowning

“why is that the only thing you got out of that😒” he said frowning back

you soften your expressions and look into his eyes. “im honored to be the one to make you feel loved because thats what you deserve, jibeom. everyone deserves to feel loved. we’re just meant to be like that i guess😩”

“do you even know how to stay serious for more than 2 seconds” he says laughing

“definitely not, it makes me feel squirmy”

“UR MOM MAKES ME FEEL SQUIRMY🤣”

“JIBEOM ????”

©eternallyhyucks

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[babysubinnie]

choi bomin as your boyfriend

- i feel like as your boyfriend he would be always do romantic things for you because he’s a virgo

- like drive in movies, late night dates, movies at the theater with golcha sitting at the back (that would be so chaotic)

- he thinks about you a lot and cares maybe a little bit too much about you

- he has the vibe of being very trustworthy so you would tell him everything,, then he would worry if you had a lot on your mind 

- but after that it would be all cuddles with your head on his chest while he plays with your hair (oh my gosh i would die for that)

- cuddles during movies at the dorms with the boys, cuddled in the corner of the couch with you sitting on his lap with him making circles on your thigh

- he would whisper i love you when you’re half asleep then you’d wake up whispering i love you too 

-  you would be shorter than him so his head would be on top of yours with his arms around your waist and yours around his neck on your tip toes

-  i feel like fights with bomin wouldn’t last long because when you start crying it hurts him a lot

- golcha would make fun of him if he stared at you too long cuz you were singing go together but only his parts

[overdhse]

for the prompt list, could I please request number 14 or 19 with Jibeom? I live for angst to fluff. Good luck on starting this blog! ❤️

pairing: jibeom x reader

words count: 987

genre: angst to fluff

prompt: 14. “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” 

a/n: hello! thanks for your request and for wishing me luck with the blog💗 i wrote this request using a second person narrator, i’m still trying to find my personal style of writing so i apologize in advance if you don’t like the way it’s written. i chose to publish this today in honor of his bday (here it’s not his bday yet but in south korea it is so yeah haha), i hope you’ll like it! feel free to request anytime again 💖

You lay on your bed hugging your pillow. It’s quite late, but you feel like sleeping it’s quite impossible: too many thoughts are filling your mind, making you turn around in your bed too many times to quietly fall asleep. You reach your hand out and look for your phone that seems to have got lost through the sheets. As soon as you find it, you check the time. It’s 2.54 AM. You unlock your phone and open the messaging app, with a bad feeling in your throat.

“He’s awake too.” You think, opening the chat with Jibeom and noticing he’s online. You lock your phone, lay on your back facing the ceiling and sigh loudly. You’ve been friends with Jibeom for quite a long time now, always backing each other up and making others jealous of your wonderful relationship. Going to amusement parks, eating and drinking together until late night, supporting him on his crazy schedules, worrying about each other... you always felt that nothing and no one could ever stand between the two of you; there could’ve never been someone like him for you, or someone like you for him. Never. At least you thought so, until some cold winter day he started talking to you about a girl who his friends had introduced him to. At first you thought that nothing would change between the two of you; you had your own special relationship and after all, at the end of the day, there was nothing wrong with having another friend. She could’ve become your friends too. But without even realizing it, you once found yourself crying with your phone in your hands, a picture of the two together in your chat and the realization that you had developed feelings for him. At first you tried to hold it in and act like nothing was wrong, you didn’t want to ruin your relationship because of a weird feeling of yours; eventually, your relationship ended up growing colder and the only thing you were left with was your heart broken and an unsent message to him.

Thinking about all the things you have been going through, you feel your eyes getting watery. It’s usually hard to deal with those feelings, but when you’re laying on your bed and the room is quiet it gets even harder. You take a look at the time. It’s 2.59 AM. Only five minutes have gone by, but it feels like an eternity to you. You force yourself to sit up and hug your legs, resting your chin on your knees and looking outside the window. It’s raining and it probably has been for some time now, but you were too immersed in your thoughts to notice. You get up and walk towards the window. Until not long ago, you used to love rain. The sound and smell of the rain always calmed you down, but you stopped liking it ever since you ended up having memories about Jibeom and you running back home and getting soaked in water because you had forgot to bring an umbrella with you. You open the window and put an arm outside; the water drops on your skin and the cold feeling makes you shiver under your skin. “I can’t go on like this.” You think, closing the window and heading to your bathroom to dry your arm. Suddenly, a notification sound catches your attention and makes your heart beat faster. You try to tell yourself not to make up weird scenarios, it definitely can’t be Jibeom. Not after all this time. Not after all the silence.

You open the water tap and splash some cold water in your face. After drying your face, you look at yourself in the mirror. You haven’t cried, but somehow your eyes are red. You put the towel back and go back to your bed; immediately, you unlock your phone. You feel your heart dropping when you read Jibeom’s name in the notification bar.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You read it more than once and pinch your cheek to be sure you’re not dreaming. It’s been so long since you’ve last talked to each other.

“Hey, yeah.” You type; you wait a few minutes before hitting the “send” button. You’re not that sure about talking to him; you had been wanting for this to happen, but now that you have this weird feeling, you’re scared this might not end up well. Eventually, you send the text. And Jibeom was probably waiting for you to reply to him, because he immediately starts typing something else. You take a deep breath and look outside the window again, waiting for the notification sound. “It has stopped raining.” You think to yourself.

Jibeom’s text soon arrives. “I met your best friend today. We talked for some time. Are you okay?” You raise your eyebrows, wondering about what this all means. He met your best friend and now he’s contacting you, asking if you are okay. You start typing a “Yes.”, but soon after you delete it and start staring at the screen. This could be a great opportunity to tell him that no, you are not okay, and it’s all because of him and your crazy crush on him. You bite your lips, thinking about what to do.

Jibeom sends another text. “Am I the reason why you cry every night?” Reading that, you start crying. Suddenly, you feel like all the pain you had been holding is is flowing out with your tears. “You stupid.” He adds.

You try to calm down, taking deep breaths. “What?” You manage to type. Not only you haven’t from him in months, but he also cals you a stupid?

“You’re stupid. I stopped talking to you because I thought you had lost interest in me. Am I too late?”

“Too late? For what?” You reply, feeling your heart in your throat.

“To make you mine.”

[seungmoroll]

Runaway | Kim Jibeom

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: royal au, low class Jibeom x royal y/n, brother Jangjun, fluff, mentions of killing

Requested: yes

A/N: thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it!

   Tap.

   As you do your nightly routine, you think that you’re hearing things, so you continue on with your actions.

   Tap.

   Again, you think you hear a noise, but choose to brush it off.

   Tap.

   Deciding that you might go insane if you don’t check, you get up from your vanity and head over towards your window. Opening up the curtain and looking at the window, your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the reason for the noise. Opening up the window, you quietly yell, “Jibeom! What are you doing? You know you can’t be here.”

   Instead of actually responding to you, he points off to the side, and heads in that direction. Rolling your eyes at him, you grab a cover and sneakily make your way out of your room. You weren’t supposed to be out at this time of night, and if anyone caught you, they’ll rat you out to your brother, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Just as you were about to round the corner, you hear the sound of your brother’s voice and immediately take cover behind the corner. Peeking, you see him and his guard talking.

   “Prince Jangjun-“

   “Daeyeol, I told you to drop the formalities a long time ago, when will you stop with that nonsense?”

   “Fine then, Jangjun, you can’t be serious with that request, it’s absurd. You know Y/n will hate you.” Your name being mentioned has now piqued your interest. You wondered what they could possibly be talking about.

   “It doesn’t matter, they’ll learn to live with it.”

   “But this request is horrible and unnecessary. You can’t possibly want to kill him.” At the mention of the word kill, your blood ran cold. You knew exactly who him Daeyeol was referring to. It was the same man that was waiting outside for you – Jibeom. Your heart broke at the thought of Jangjun’s request.

   You knew Jangjun didn’t approve of your relationship with Jibeom, he had made it clear many times. The thing was, you were a part of the royal family, and well, Jibeom was not. He did not come from a noble or high class family, instead he came from a family of blacksmiths. The one day where you happened to be out strolling through the marketplace, was the day you had met him. After that first meeting, you knew you had to see him again, so when you learned from your most trusted guard and best friend, Jaehyun, that he was the blacksmith’s son, you made a request for the blacksmith to create something for your brother. Using the excuse as a way to see Jibeom. You and Jibeom had gotten along quickly, which eventually led to the two of you sneaking around the woods to see each other. One day, when he took you to the lake by the woods, he had officially asked you to be his, and of course you had said yes. He had become your reason for happiness. Unfortunately for the two of you, you could only be together in secret. It was taboo for a member of the royal family to be with anyone of the lower class, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. However, Jangjun found it odd that you were leaving the castle a lot, and so he had Bomin secretly follow you as you were on your way to meet Jibeom, which led to Jangjun finding out about your relationship.

   Jangjun was furious and demanded for you to break up with Jibeom, however, you had refused. You were not going to let your brother get in the way of your happiness. Your parents had also found out, but unlike Jangjun, they were not furious, disappointed, but not furious. When your parents didn’t do anything about you, Jangjun had stormed off in rage, and from then on, you had never heard him mention Jibeom again, that was until tonight.

   “Daeyeol, I’ve mind up my mind, I want you and the other men to go out to the village and storm his house. Charge him of treason, and then take him away to the woods and kill him. We can claim that he fought and that we were only defending ourselves.” You couldn’t believe your ears. You had to get to Jibeom quickly and warn him of the danger that’s ahead of him.

   Once Jangjun and Daeyeol were out of sight, you quickly made your way out the castle, however, another obstacle had stopped you physically.

   “Y/n. You shouldn’t be out of your room at this time of hour.” Jaehyun scolded you. Thanking the heavens that it was Jaehyun, you quickly tell him what you had just overheard.

   “Please, Jaehyun, I have to go and tell Jibeom,” you pleaded with him.

   “Y/n, you know Jangjun would have my head if he knew I let you leave the castle at this time, much less to go see Jibeom.” Tears were now starting to pool in your eyes, fear running through your veins for your loved one.

   “Jaehyun, I love him. I can’t let anything happen to him. I’ll be nothing without him. Please.” The silence leading up to his answer was killing you, and honestly, you contemplated kicking him in the shin and escaping, but luckily you didn’t have to resort to that because Jaehyun says, “Go, I’ll cover for you.” Quickly giving a tight hug, you thank him. “Please stay safe, Y/n.” With that being said, you quickly make your way to the gardens, where you know Jibeom is waiting.

   When you finally reach the outdoors, your body instantly shivers from the cold, but that wasn’t your first concern at the moment. You had to get to Jibeom, fast.

   As you approach the gardens, you see a familiar figure waiting underneath the gazebo, picking up your pace, you clumsily trip over the steps of the gazebo and crash into Jibeom’s body.

   Catching you, Jibeom says, “Woah, woah. Someone’s excited to see me.” Instead of replying with your usual sarcastic remarks, you say, “You have to get out of the kingdom Jibeom.”

   Shocked by your words, Jibeom can only stare blankly at you, but then a moment later, he starts laughing, “Silly goose, what’re you talking about?”

   “Jibeom, I’m serious. You have to leave. Jangjun is sending a group of knights to capture you and kill you tonight.” After hearing your explanation, his laughing stops, and a serious expression takes over his face.

   “Wait, are being serious right now?”

   You couldn’t believe that Jibeom would think that you would be messing around about something this serious. “Yes, Jibeom, I’m being serious. We need to get you out of here right now.” You begin to push him off the gazebo, but he grabs you by your arms, stopping your actions, “Wait, what about my family? I can’t just leave them.”

   “Don’t worry about them, my brother my hate you, but he would never do any harm to your family.” In attempt to get him going, you push at him again, but he stops you once again.

   “What about you? I can’t leave you.” He cups your face gently, looking at you with so much love, and you can’t help it when the tears start to pool in your eyes.

   “I’ll be fine, Jangjun won’t hurt me.” At least not physically.

   “Come with me.” At first you thought you misheard him, but when he repeated it again, you felt something warm fill up your chest, “Come with me Y/n. Runaway with me.”

   Laying a hand on his chest to stop him from speaking, “I…I can’t do that Jibeom.” Your brain wanted one thing, but your heart yearned for another.

   “Why not? You hate being a royal. You hate living your life like this. Runaway with me and we can start anew.” You wanted nothing more than to runway with Jibeom, but you were scared. Of what? You weren’t too sure.

   “But my family…”

   “Your family will be alright without you.” Looking away from Jibeom’s pleading eyes, you take a quick moment to think to yourself; there wasn’t much time left for Jibeom to escape and you know that he won’t leave without you. Running away from your life, meant leaving your family, and you couldn’t break their hearts like that. Although Jangjun was harsh with you, you knew he meant it out of love and just wanted what he thought was best for you, but what was best for you was Jibeom. If it came down to it, you’d pick him over royal parties and wealth. He gave you what being a royal couldn’t give you; he gave you true love. The answer was quite obvious, wasn’t it?

   “Okay.”

   “Okay?” Jibeom wanted for you to say the words.  

   “Okay, I’ll runway with you. You don’t care where we end up as long as I have you, I know we’ll be alright.” The brightest smile broke through on his face before he pulled you into a kiss. A kiss that had so much love behind it.

   When the two of you pulled away, you remembered why you guys were even in this position right now. Pulling at his sleeve, you say, “Quick we have to go before they realize that we’re both missing.”

   The two of you trek through the darkness of the night, keeping an eye out for soldiers. As the two of you were close to the outskirts of the kingdom, you heard the sounds of horses and men shouting. Quickly hiding in the nearest alleyway, you hear one of the knights shout,

   “We need to find Y/n! You guys search over there, we’ll head over to the Kim household.” You felt Jibeom stiff beside you as they mentioned his family name. Squeezing your interlocked hands, you reassure him that his family was going to be safe. Once the knights were out of sight, the two of you began moving again.

   You were growing tired, but you couldn’t stop moving your feet or else the two of you were going to be caught. The hold that Jibeom had on your hand was enough encouragement to make you keep on going.

   Upon reaching the woods outside of the kingdom, the two of you turn back and take a moment to take in everything. ‘I really did it,’ you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but reminisce and all the memories you’ve made in the kingdom. For all your life, this kingdom has been your home. Your family and friends were all here, but now you have something else to call home. Turning your head to look at Jibeom, all you can see is your future and that gives you comfort. Tugging on your hand, Jibeom leads the two of you into the woods, leaving behind your old lives to start new ones.

   Three years later.

   “You scared?”

   “No…maybe. I don’t know. Maybe we should just turn back.” Before you could get your feet moving, Jibeom stops you in your place.

   “I know you want this Y/n.” He was right, you did want this, but you were nervous. It’s been three years since you’ve last been in the kingdom, and now here you were right outside the gates of the castle.

   “What if they don’t want to see me?”

   “They’re your family, of course they want to see you.” You weren’t too sure about that. After running away, you didn’t keep in touch with them. You stayed up to date with the news however, and you were quite shocked when you found out that your father had stepped down from the throne, giving it up to Jangjun. That was the moment when you wanted to contact them the most, but you felt ashamed. Ashamed of running away, but you didn’t regret any of your choices. The life that you had was more than you could ever ask for. Feeling a slight tug on your sleeve, you look down.

   “It’s a castle!” Smiling, you pick up the little boy.

   “That’s right Junho. It’s a big castle. When I was your age, I used to run day the hallways of this castle.” Junho was your two-year-old son. He was a pleasant surprise to both you and Jibeom, but you could both agree that he was the best thing to happen to the two of you.

   “I want to go in!” You and Jibeom turn to look at each other, and after taking a deep breath, you take a step forward.

   “King Jangjun!” Daeyeol comes rushing in the doors of the dining hall where Jangjun and the former king and queen were having breakfast.

   “Daeyeol, I told you to stop with the formalities, now what has you running in like a madman?”

   “You won’t believe it.”

   “I won’t believe what?”

   Daeyeol steps aside, presenting you and your family. The sounds of silverware clattering against plates and tables sound as your royal family looks at you. Rubbing his eyes, Jangjun looks at your figure in shock.

   “Hello.” You send your family a small wave out of nervousness.

   Your parents quickly rush to you, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/n! My sweet child. We’ve missed you so much!” Once they finally let go of you, they took a step back to take you all in.

“Sweetheart, you’ve grown up so much.” Tears threatened to fall as you looked at your parents.

   The sound of a chair scraping against the floor catches your attention. You watch as Jangjun silently gets up from his chair and slowly makes his way to you. Preparing yourself to get yelled at, what happens next is unexpected. Jangjun pulls you into a tight hug, and you can feel his tears fall against you, “I’ve missed you so much, Y/n.” His words were unexpected, but you return his hug, holding onto him with all that you can, tears streaming down your face.

   When the two of you separate, Jangjun grabs your face with his two hands and starts inspecting you, “You’re real, right?” Whacking him like the old times, “Yes doofus I’m real.” Everyone around laughs at your antics. This was something that you really missed.

   “Ehem.” The sound of Jibeom clearing his throat interrupts the moment you and your family were having. Slowly you make your way back to his side, and the look on everyone’s faces were expected.

   “You guys remember Jibeom right?” He does a nervous wave and becomes even more nervous as your mother approaches him. Unexpectedly, she pulls him into an embrace, “Oof.” The sight warms your heart, and when they pull away, your father gives him a short hug as well.

   “Of course, we remember him, he’s the one who took my child away.” Everyone stops all movement, and you can tell that Jibeom is mentally preparing himself to get killed. “I just want to thank you for keeping our child safe.” You internally let out a sigh of relief, while Jibeom physically lets one out. Feeling tiny arms wrap around your leg, you pet Junho’s hair.

   “There’s also somebody else you guys should meet.” Stepping aside, you show everyone Junho. “Is he…?” you father begins. “Yes, this is your grandson Junho.” Carefully your parents approach the scared Junho and bend down to his level, “Well hello there Junho. No need to be scared we’re your grandparents.” Junho looks up at you, and you let him know that it’s okay, “It’s okay sweetie, they’re not going to hurt you.” Junho slowly lets go of your leg, and goes on to proudly show your parents his toy, “Look, my father made this for me.”

   “Oh, did he now?”

   As your parents carry on conserving with Junho, you can see from the corner of your eye that Jangjun is approaching Jibeom. Quickly, you get in between the two men, not wanting for there to be a scene in front of Junho.

   “Jangjun don’t.” Jangjun raises his hand to stop you from talking, as he looks at Jibeom straight in the eyes. “I’m sorry.” The only thing you could do was blink in confusion. “I shouldn’t have been so harsh about the two of you back then. I also shouldn’t have sent my men to kill you.” Getting down on both of his knees, “I hope the two of you can forgive me.” This was a sight you had never seen before, and you realize now that within these past few years that Jangjun has matured. Looking at one another, you give each other knowing looks. Resting a hand on Jangjun’s shoulder, you make him get up, “We forgave you a long time ago Jangjun.” Your statement makes him look at the two of you in shock. “If it weren’t for you, this,” you motion towards Junho, “wouldn’t have happened. Honestly we’re thankful for you.” You had truly meant your words. This was something that you and Jibeom had discussed a long time ago, and you had both agreed that running away was the best thing that could have happened to the two of you.

   “I…I don’t know what to say.”

   “You don’t have to say anything, Jangjun. Everything is okay now.”

   After everything between you and your families had settled down, you had all decided to go out to the gardens for a walk. Junho had quickly taken a liking to his uncle Jangjun. He was quick to agree to see all the swords he had later on, and now he was running away from his uncle as he chased him around the gardens.

   “I’m gonna get you!”

   Giggling, “You can’t catch me!” The sight of the two of them warmed your heart. Feeling a squeeze on you hand, you focus your attention on Jibeom, “You good?” he asks.

   “I couldn’t be any better.”

A/N: this was my first time writing for golden child, so I hope you guys liked it! requests are open, so feel free to send one

[sytco]

jibeom wip excerpt

context: you and jibeom have been in love for as long as you can remember and you don’t know how much longer you can stand pretending you don’t

ohhh i really blame @still-lonely + @80squeenie for this one!!!

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there are white flowers on the sidewalk, pink flowers in your heart.

“pretty shoes," jibeom says. not as pretty as you.

and this time you really do laugh, covering your mouth with your hand and he really wishes you wouldn’t do that - wouldn’t cover your smile like that.

“idiot. i’ve had these shoes for months.”

jibeom throws a smile up at the sky, searching for an invisible shooting star. “i know.”

there’s nothing else to say but you don't say it.

not yet.

you’re something like halfway around the neighbourhood and the line you walk between tension and quiet is driving jibeom half-desperate.

maybe it’s the moon, except he can’t see it for all the buildings in the sky. he exhales more forcefully than he should, putting on a self-deprecating smile.

it has gotten to the point where he despises himself for his cowardice.

there are songs that go a little like this, books that discuss the ups and downs of a one-sided affection.

and the words linger around his throat only to die away when he turns to find that you've stopped walking and are now staring at him, an odd look on your face, lips quivering.

he stares back.

“kim jibeom.”

he swallows and takes a step forward.

“what’s wrong?”

“jibeom.”

he smiles a nervous smile, taking another step forward.

you take a small step back.

“i… jibeom.”

he waits.

come to think of it, he always has.

you drops your gaze to your shoes.

“why do we do this?” you blurt out at the ground.

in the distance, a train rushes by.

“what do you mean?” he asks, a sad look in his eyes, and you make a noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“why do you act like"- you have to take a pause to gulp in a big breath. "why do you act like you care too?"

then the ground blurs because you can’t see for all the tears and suddenly he’s crossing lakes and rivers and oceans and the milky way and one hundred and fifty centimetres to grab your hands and wipe your tears away.

“because i do,” he says simply.

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feedback greatly appreciated

[thepixelelf]

Golcha jibeom and the color hmmm dust pink! (If you allow for the dusty pink to have a few sparkles, then add the sparkles too)

first kiss drabble game

[the colour of timeless elegance] Sunlight filters into the ballroom from each west-facing window, bathing the dancers in a warm glow as they glide over the polished floor. Your clothes shimmer in the rays, a beautiful, rosy colour that Jibeom would not be able to take his eyes off of if only he weren't enamoured with you, and the way your lips call to him.

The way his lips yearn to answer.

"I wish this song could last forever," you muse as you dance. "It's so beautiful."

"Yes," he says, absentmindedly.

The steps come easily to you, now, after hours of practising that you only agreed to because Jibeom asked. It wasn't usual, for a royal tutor to dance at a prince's birthday ball, but he'd convinced you.

While we still can, he'd said. Please, dance with me.

Jibeom tries to pulls you close, just as the dance requires, but you tense the muscles in your arms, keeping distance.

"Your father has already chosen eligible suitors," you say, refusing to meet his eyes. "You are to meet them tomorrow."

"Please do not speak of that. Not here, now. When I am with you."

You take a breath, and Jibeom simply wants to hold you closer. There are eyes everywhere.

"I wish we had more time, Your Highness," you admit. "I am afraid, however, that I have overstayed my welcome."

Jibeom takes your hand and presses it flat over his chest. "You know that isn't true."

"You are to marry within the year."

The sentence, from you, over the many times he's heard his parents; the king; the queen, say it, sounds final.

"Unless I show them," he pleads of you, desperately.

You sigh. "Show them what, Your Highness?"

"That there is already someone I love."

You falter in your step, a flash of the clumsy tutor he fell in love with yet never had the courage to pursue. Until now.

He pulls you close, and your arms go slack as you let him. His lips slot over yours, and he closes his eyes to the outside world, to the gasps from the nobles surrounding you both, to the idea that anything or anyone could keep him from loving you. He kisses you with everything he meant to say since falling for you.

You return the kiss, desperately and unapologetically, and he falls all over again.

[blossom-hwa]

valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun​ for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf​ for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet​ (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :) 

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates). 

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face. 

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.” 

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door. 

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule. 

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely  determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges - 

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today. 

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today. 

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed. 

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his. 

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can. 

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.” 

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world. 

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.” 

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop. 

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year. 

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full. 

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away. 

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you. 

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers. 

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck. 

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other. 

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor. 

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you. 

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter. 

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you. 

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them. 

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street. 

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly. 

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep. 

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home. 

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner. 

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always. 

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?” 

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync. 

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines. 

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio. 

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles. 

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. 

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song. 

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves. 

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music. 

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him. 

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair. 

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

I HAVE A VERY VERYYYY COOL Ask

So remember this current arc? All women had gotten their faces sticked into P*rn h*b?

Like deep faked.

I wanna know if how HTF characters react when their S/O gets deep faked-

Like Taehoon, Yeonwoo I mean we already know wangguk's reaction is by bombing the whole place HAHAHAHAHA. It's be cool if lookism characters are there too but do what you want and can 🥰 I'm just thinking hehehehehehehehe. Ur posts r sooo cool.

Oof my raccoon anon. I found this one difficult. Most of the HTF/Lookism guys I would imagine would literally follow in Wangguk's footsteps. Ahh sorry for another shitty list.

Lookism/HTF reacting to your deep fakes

Join Wangguk on his TNT rampage, no questions asked.

Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong, Hudson Ahn, Jibeom Kwak, Seong Taehoon, Kim Munseong

Get Kouji (or Lua or HTF whoever) involved to find the source. Wipe all traces of it... then go on a TNT rampage.

Jake Kim, SInu Han, Jace Park, Jihan Kwak, Ji Yeonwoo, Seo Haesu

Leave no trace. At All. Of anything. The video, images, people who created it? Will all cease to exist. The building they worked from? Levelled. Not even ashes will be left behind.

Gun Park, Goo Kim, DG/James Lee, Eugene, Samuel Seo, Baek Seongjun, Lee Jinho

Makes more deepfakes for their own enjoyment. Not even sexy deepfakes. Just absolute NONSENSE.

Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

Deep fake? What's a deep fake??

Vasco Tabasco, Johan Seong

[multiwendi]

[09:57 a.m]

Y/N had never been in a relationship before. Jibeom was her very first boyfriend, and she already felt very insecure. They had their first argument, and Y/N was very sad. Her thoughts were exaggerated like: maybe I'm meant to be alone, or he doesn't like me anymore, and he will probably break up with me.

"Y/N?" Jibeom called her name from the hallway. She didn't reply and hid under the blanket she had over her. 

"Sweetie, I know you're under the blanket. I am sorry for yelling at you. Can we talk about it without yelling?" he uncovered a blanket from her head to look at her. 

"So, you don't want to break up?" she asked, whispering. 

"Of course not, silly," Jibeom smiled at her widely. 

[golchaworld]

could you please write about golden child boyfriend!jangjun confronting his sad girlfriend!reader after her father dies or else? kamsahamnida 😁

Hi my love! I’m going to change this from a specific death to a more general reason for sadness, which I hope is okay. Enjoy ❤️

[3:10am]

You quiet your sobs as much as possible, letting your tears trail down to wet the hand that you have pressed tightly over your mouth. Your chest shakes and shivers with the force of your silent cries, and no matter how much you will them to stop, they won’t.

It isn’t until you feel a hand slink around your waist that you finally sob at full volume. It’s loud and broken, pained in a way that reeks of grief. It’s sadness, repression, loneliness, all rolled into one.

But the warm body behind you reminds you that you don’t have to be alone. You aren’t alone.

“Babe,” Jibeom sighs.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you sob. “G-go back to sleep.”

“You know I would never do that,” your boyfriend soothes, smoothing a hand down your side. “We talked about this. When you’re hurting, I’m hurting. So you have to tell me when it hurts, so I can try and make it better, okay?”

You nod slowly, even though you know Jibeom can barely see you in the darkness of your shared bedroom. With a deep breath, and the feeling of Jibeom’s warm hand against your skin, you finally let the tears fall freely.