#the boyz ff

[hanniluvi]

( 🗒️ ) — ADVENT CALENDAR ‘23?!

[ 🎥 ] — open something a little special each day before christmas day … who wouldn’t love these gifts?

unlock a new drabble/fic by soph everyday in december before christmas!

[ 💬 ] — happy early december!! as the weather is starting to get colder, i decided to write a 2023 kpop winter masterlist ! there are many reasons as why i have decided to do this — 1. 2023 is coming to an end 2. i hit 2K+ followers 3. and bc it has officially been a year of hanniluvi (since oct 30 2022), so this is my big present for you all! thank you guys so much for all this love on this account, and i hope you love these little fics you get daily very soon 🫶 + get little spoilers of the titles n everything 👀 !!

POSTING SCHEDULE — starting from dec. 1st to dec. 25 . NO FIXATED TIME POSTS ; I POST WHENEVER I CAN!

STATUS : DISCONTINUED ; REMAINING ONES —> 2024 ?!?!

“ stay in the middle, like you a little ”

[ ★ ] DAY ONE — lovers’ tv [ jungwon ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWO — hot choco girl [ hanbin ]

[ ★ ] DAY THREE — his beige sweater [ jake ]

[ ☆ ] DAY FOUR — you’re my star [ eric ]

[ ★ ] DAY FIVE — love easily crumbles [ taehyun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY SIX — ugly christmas sweaters [ beomgyu ]

[ ★ ] DAY SEVEN — come on! [ jaehyun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY EIGHT — this is how it feels [ sunghoon ]

[ ★ ] DAY NINE — blurry hearts [ niki ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TEN — warmth for two [ nicholas ]

[ ★ ] DAY ELEVEN — winter without you [ yeonjun ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWELVE — you’re blushing? [ changmin ]

[ ☆ ] DAY THIRTEEN — not our last goodbye. [ k ]

[ ☆ ] DAY FOURTEEN — (not so) yummy cookies [ soobin ]

[ ★ ] DAY FIFTEEN — ditto! [ harua ]

[ ★ ] DAY SIXTEEN — wanna share? [ leehan ]

[ ★ ] DAY SEVENTEEN — perfect night [ heeseung ]

[ ☆ ] DAY EIGHTEEN — taking care of you [ sunwoo ]

[ ★ ] DAY NINETEEN — last christmas [ taesan ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWENTY — skater boy [ sunoo ]

[ ★ ] DAY TWENTY ONE — snowball fight? [ zhanghao ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWENTY TWO — missing snow angel [ hyunjae ]

[ ★ ] DAY TWENTY THREE — crowded [ gunwook ]

[ ☆ ] DAY TWENTY FOUR — that’s us [ chanhee ]

[ ★ ] DAY TWENTY FIVE — be my plus one [ jay ]

( * ) PLEASE NOTE THAT SOME FIC IDEAS / TITLES MAY CHANGE BUT THE IDOLS WOULD MOST LIKELY STAY THE SAME FOR THIS MASTERLIST !

TAGGING PEOPLE IN CERTAIN GROUP TAGLISTS !

—> people in certain taglists will only be tagged in idol works of that group

—> if you wish to be tagged for any group(s) on here or just for the mlist in general, let me know !

ENHA PERM TAGLIST (1) — @flwoie @ixomiyu @haruavrse @shinsou-rii @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @yenqa @dimplewonie @bubblytaetae @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ml8dy @starikizs @wonioml @chirokookie @xiaoderrrr @neozon3nha @en-chantedtomeetyou @millksea @enhaz1 @eundiarys @hyeosi @ja4hyvn @judeduartewannabe @j-wyoung @thia-aep @vampcharxter @softpia @officiallyjaehyuns @itsactuallylina @hsheart @sweetjaemss @ahnneyong @hanienie @jwnghyuns @kpoplover718 @jiawji @rikizm @haknom @yeokii @wvnkoi @whoschr @teddywonss @shinunoga-iie-wa @isoobie @skzenhalove @misokei @s00buwu @ox1-lovesick @miercerise @litttlestars @enhapocketz

[latriii]

서울 SEOUL CITY ANTHEM “the song is about you.”

SEOUL CITY ANTHEM: angel, the song that blew korea away, the song they both wrote about you. -> one day, as you were walking around your campus, you see a flyer for vocalist auditions for a band: nvrmnd, since you weren’t satisfied with your current college life, you decide to take the chance. you never expected to become bandmates with YANG JUNGWON and KIM SUNWOO, you also never expected to be the girl the boys wrote about in the hit song everyone loved.

GENRE ✦ smau with a lot of writing, college au, band au, LOVE TRIANGLE

PAIRING ✦ !mainlead YANG JUNGWON !secondlead KIM SUNWOO x f!READER

WARNING ✦ 14+ THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS, cursing, kys jokes, mentions of drinking, sensual jokes, tba

STATUS ✦ currently on hold!

TAGLIST ✦ OPEN, send an ASK!

SPOTIFY SOUNDTRACK ✦ for sca!

PROFILES! ✦ BROKE CUNTS | NVRMND!

 FRIEND GROUPS! ✦ 4LVERS | OUR INTERLUDE

TRACKLIST! — “SEOUL CITY AND THEM.”

| 하 — OO1. HEAVEN KNOWS I TRIED

| 둘 — OO2. GREAT OPPORTUNITY

| 삼 — OO3. WELCOME YN

| 사 — OO4.

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.

[byuntrash101]

Get you alone

sub!reader x dom!juyeon

smut | nsfw | mdni

marking, slight smell kink, hand kink (have you seen juyeon's hands... they were made to be worshiped), pet names, oral (f), begging, taboo relationship (professor/student), tensionnnnn

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜ + ❛ tell me what you want. ❜

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

What the fuck were you doing?

You knew this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to do that. From the small glass window of the classroom door it looked like nothing more than a professor giving in-depth explanations of a subject that was difficult to grasp. It looked completely normal, completely natural.

You and Juyeon both hunched over this book, his brows deeply furrowed as he was reading over the passage that was giving him some trouble.

But the situation was much more than what met the eyes… you both knew that.

After weeks on end of Juyeon relentlessly trying to get to you, you finally let your guard down. You both knew that asking him to stay after class to clarify one of his questions was merely an excuse to get him alone.

He knew that too but still played along. He didn’t want to scare the little bird away by being too blunt, too abrupt. Not now, not when he was so close to you. So close he felt the warmth of your body radiating to his and your breath brushing on his neck. So close he could just reach for you.

Since the beginning of the semester he spent hours in your office or in class, being the most diligent student there could be. All of his advances were subtle but still noticeable. He’d asked to see you after class or to read over a paper he had due just to be near you. And when it was the case he would flash the most charming of smiles, wear the most enchanting of colognes and put spells over you by looking intensely at you with his sharp cat-like eyes. Sometimes sounding and deciphering your gaze, sometimes staring at your lips.

But every time Juyeon wanted to go a step further you would shut him down, never harshly but still clearly. You would hurry him to not be late to his next class or just excuse yourself pretexting another meeting. Many times there were ploys to keep your frantic heart at bay. Because you would have lied if you said you never busied your hands to relieve yourself to the thought of him in your office while his scent was still lingering in the air made thick with tension. You imagined his big and large palms roaming over your body, having it their way with you. One wrapped around your neck and the other one buried deep into your folds. But that Juyeon never knew. He never needed to know. 

Because as far as he was concerned you were as solid as a rock. Not once you let him even brush his hands against yours or lean in to take a whiff of your jasmine perfume.

You maintained a perfectly professional relationship.

Up until now.

It was a first and Juyeon could barely believe his ears when you were the one asking for him to stay after class. You remember clearly his sharp eyes turning round with surprise.

And now you were both here… Pretending… Neither of you listened to the mechanical answer you were giving and the foreseeable questions Juyeon was asking.

But he was the first to cave in.

You caught him staring at your lips again, his tongue glossing over his own and you just stopped functioning. The automatic replies stopped and silence fell.

“I really want to kiss you right now” he said, finally putting into words what he has been repressing for months. Finally letting the words spill over his lips and burn his tongue.

Such unexpected honesty startled you and you found yourself staggering backwards, hitting your back against the white board. Juyeon immediately jumped to you to keep you from hurting your head, big gentle hands wrapping carefully around your body.

You have nowhere to run to give your heart a breather or relieve the tension steadily building in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself staring back at his lips, made pink and shimmery.

Eyes begging for him to finally lean in and kiss you. That's what you wanted. You’ve been wanting it so bad.

“Tell me what you want” Juyeon breathed out. Refusing to let you hide again. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear from you that you wanted him too. That the things he felt those past few months were not a product of his imagination. He needed to know it was real.

“I want you to kiss me” you murmured, caving in, matching his honesty. 

He seemed to be hesitant one more split second but was inexorably attracted to your lips. When you finally linked, the kiss felt exactly like this moment. True, pure and awaited. An unmentionable fantasy finally materialized.

Juyeon’s big hand around your nape gently pushing you further into the embrace eager to taste all of you, eager to mark with a white hot iron his memory with your taste, your scent and the rhythm of your heart. And you completely melted into him, your head was spinning, losing yourself but never wanting to find your way out ever again.

While one of his hands was gently rubbing your nape the other one was swiftly slipping under your flowy blouse. The contact of Juyeon’s warm digits glazing over your bare skin brought you back. You caught his wrist in your trembling hand.

“W-we shouldn’t-” you started. But Juyeon interrupted you with another kiss.

“I’ll take care of you” he smiled at you, creasing his eyes in little crescent moons. “I promise” he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

And you completely let go. You crashed your lips on his. Resolved to throw yourself into this, into the abyss, into him.

Juyeon’s hands busied themselves unbuttoning your blouse and took a step back when he was done. He unclasped your black lace bra at the front, revealing your breasts to him. He cursed under his breath as his eyes were drinking in your form.

“You’re so perfect y/n” he whispered.

It was such a weird experience to hear your first name spill from his lips for the first time. You were so used to him calling you by your last name like a respectful student. You never imagined it could have that kind of effect on you. You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

Without hesitation he latched onto one of your nipples, leaving purple and blue love bites all over your skin, claiming your body and marking you as his. You threw your head back as the tingling sensations kept on building up in your stomach. Your center throbbing with every flick of his tongue.

Soon Juyeon moved south, he kissed down your midriff, your belly button and your lower stomach. With his hands wrapped around your hips he guided you to be leaning against your desk. He rolled your pencil skirt up your hips to uncover the delicate matching black lace panties you were wearing. With a gentle hand he pushed your thighs open. 

You breath hitched at the thought of finally feeling him where you’ve wanted him for so long. Recounting the countless times you imagined him in this very same place in your office, doing the exact same thing he was about to do to you.

He planted a soft kiss on your clothed center and buried his nose onto the noticeable wet patch of cloth and took in a deep long breath.

“Fuck you smell so sweet” husky deep voice laced with lust. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

You felt yourself quiver and gush out even more. You gasped when he pulled on the thin fabric and you found yourself completely exposed to his avid eyes, darkend with desire. 

“Dripping wet just for me?” he asked looking back up at you and you nodded bashfully.

When his long slick tongue made contact with your entrance you wanted to explode. His wet tongue slightly cooler than your quivering center gathering your taste at the entrance and slowly making its way to your bundles of nerves. 

“Juyeon” you moaned his name.

“Good girl” he praised, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

At first he was slow and steady, taking his time tasting you, getting to know what you reacted to but as time passed he became hungrier, more restless. He started to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking it gently as you moaned louder and louder, lust completely clouding your judgment.

“Fuck” you cried out.

“Say my name again” he said while slowing down. This time you were the one losing patience.

“Please..” you squirmed,

“Say it y/n” he demanded, his big strong hands inflicting a commanding grip on your thighs. You bit your lips as your heart skipped a beat at his stern tone.

“Juyeon please more” you begged.

“Such a good girl for me” he dived into you again. This time there was no way you could contain yourself. Your hand flew to entangle with his shiny black locks. Your feet pushing his face even deeper into you. The way his tongue moved on you was overwhelming.

“Are you gonna cum?” he asked when he felt your clit throb under his tongue not parting himself from you.

“Yesss” you whined.

“Then cum for me Baby” he ordered.

And you melted into his mouth, completely losing yourself among the overwhelming wave of pleasure taking over you as your walls clenched around nothing.

Juyeon stood again and kissed you, you tested yourself on his lips, drowning into this sinful taste. 

“I hope you aren’t too tired. Because I’m far from done”

A/N: it was so hard not to write more for this one ughhh i hope you enjoyed this one i really like how it turned out! follow and turn notifications if you like my content and also please come say hi <3

[biaswreckingfics]

sunwoo and reader as idols, best friends to lovers kinda trope !! or like,,, them as lovers = private but not secret OWJDOWJFO

I hope this is kind of what you were looking for!! 🥺🥺

Sunwoo + Established F2L relationship

When Sunwoo gives you the all-clear to come into their waiting room, you quickly head over. There's about an hour before you have to take the stage, and Sunwoo just got done with his performance, which means the two of you can spend a little quality time together.

You lightly knock on his door and slip into the room when you hear him tell you to come in. He smiles when he looks at you and you can see his whole body sort of relax. You feel it yourself. The relief and happiness you feel when you see the person you love.

Without a word, the two of you slip into each other's embrace. You melt into his hold while he buries his face in your hair. You stay like that for a minute or so before you decide it's time to move to the couch and cuddle for a little bit. It's nice and relaxing, and it helps you find peace before your performance.

About five minutes pass when the door to the room flies open and Eric comes sailing by. He throws out some "hi's" while he rummages through his bag. Then, he's moving back toward the door like a tornado. It's only when he's about to step through that he pauses and looks back.

"You know, we never really get to see this side of you two… It's nice. You look good together."

Before either of you can respond, he's taking off again. A smile finds its way onto your face at his compliment and you look over at Sunwoo. He grins at you in response and lightly boops your nose.

"I told you they wouldn't mind us flaunting our relationship."

You lightly chuckle. "Give them a few days. We won't be so cute to them then."

[lixiesfreckless]

9:42 am

Bae Jacob

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He has the softest eyes you've ever seen in your life.

Gazing at you from just over the white sheets, they stare at you unabashedly, making a triangular pattern in the way they slowly shift their focus from one eye to the other, and then to your lips.

Your own eyes can hardly decide where to land, flickering between meeting his own and the brown curls that have long since dried from the shower.

Sunday mornings were invented for this, for the studying of your lover’s anatomy.

He squints slightly, as if he's scrutinizing your appearance, and the hand that lays on the sheets between you two reaches up to brush the hair away from your neck. His touch both grounds you and makes your skin buzz in pleasure, obsessed with the gentle manner in which his fingers slide up to your jawline before resting on your cheek. His eyes meet yours again, always checking, always making sure that you're real, just in case his brain tries to betray him.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, cementing your place in reality as his heart jumps in his chest. Jacob doesn't consider himself a selfish man, and yet- as his fingers slide to your chin, a thumb grazing your bottom lip, he can barely cope with the thought of anyone else having your time. He hates that he can't give you all of him, all the time.

Then again, if this is his biggest problem, then he'd consider himself pretty blessed.

Before the pleading look in your eyes can consume him whole, he's guiding your chin towards his and connecting your lips in a kiss that's as tender as it is dizzying.

You melt into him slowly, and it's that action that sets his skin on fire; the way your head tilts up into his, the way you press back into his lips as if you're afraid he'll disappear, the way your hands find his silver chain and tangle it between your fingers absentmindedly, the way you're both wrapped around each other's proverbial digits.

He pulls away for a brief pause in an attempt to collect himself, but you're already pulling him back to you, eager to close the gap between your bodies with a needy tug of his curls. His lack of restraint would usually worry him, but he likes to think any man would crumble if you chased after their lips the way you were seeking out his in this moment.

He obliges you, pressing your mouth to his again with a bit more passion as his free hand finds your waist and pulls it to his. A weak sigh resonates in your chest once you get the closeness you'd been craving since you gained consciousness this morning, and the sound has Jacob’s every cell thrumming in delight, every ounce of drowsiness evaporating from his body in an instant.

He could be happy forever here, tangled in these sheets with you.

[cloverdaisies]

WISH YOU WERE SOBER: JI CHANGMIN

“nineteen but you act 25 now. real sweet but i wish you were sober.” a ji changmin very lightly suggestive¡ angst¡ fem reader¡ based on conan gray’s wish you were sober.

request from anon🤍 , that is your anon now btw i’ve named you bc your req was so sweet ☆

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“Spin the bottle, y/n.”

“It’s your turn bae”

“What are you so scared of have a bit of fun.”

My intoxicated classmates around the circle hollered and cheered for me to grab the empty bottle of bud on the ground. chewing at my lip in a fit of nerves, The alcohol intruding my conscience, as i wrapped my slightly damp palm around the bottle. With a twist of the wrist, I looked around the circle before I let go of the glass.

What is the worst case scenario?

The predatory eyes of every boy around the circle alerted my sense of safety in the room.

The intimidating glare of Juyeon.

The lick of lips from Hyunjae.

The hopeful eyes of Sunwoo and Haknyeon.

This is definitely

Or the face of the boy I used to love, his deer-like eyes watching the glass spin, a glint of light appearing over his face from the reflection of the moving bottle. Another girl clung to his arm like a parasite protecting him from the circle, despite the poor girl just being his bit of fun for that night.

The glass slowed, making a dragging sound across the floor eliminating each next person from the possibility of some time in the bathroom with me.

The bottle drew closer to my worst nightmare, the nerves in my stomach booming like thunder.

It landed on him.

Ji Changmin, a man that I swore was the love of my life at some point, but was no more than a lethal lover who stomped on my heart for his own selfish needs of alcohol, girls and a good time. Despite his innocent looks, he was a man of desire, abhorrent evil that tied his strings around the heart of women and pulled them like a ventriloquist because the status it gave him.

As the crowd around us chanted mixes of cheers and suspenseful “Ooooo” noises, his eyes darkened, landing on myself as I cowered away from his intense glare.

In my mind, his old words and bitter memories resurfaced and split to form new wounds on my heart.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you baby” but you did.

Taking me to intimate places where the music just drowned out into the background of our romance.

Kissing and loving me in the backseat of your car, fooling around like the stupid 18 year olds we once were. It’s a shame you act so much older now, time has moved in ways that shaped you to be the horrendous man you are.

“I’ll love you to the end” but you didn’t.

Dragging me back into my thoughts, I was pulled up by the girl hosting the party, dragging down the short black satin dress I was wearing in order not to flash the drunk staring crowd.

Moments flashed by before I was thrown into the harsh lighting of a nearby bathroom and facing the one man I couldn’t bear to be near.

“You look gorgeous.” He purred, panning down my attire tongue poking at the side of his mouth.

“Shutup. Is that all you have to say to me after all this time?” I crossed my arms in frustration, watching his eyes flick back and forth as if they were observing all the memories that had flashed back to me earlier.

“Still heartbroken?” He patronized me, with evil intent that shattered my heart - it was if he was a completely different boy to the one i had loved. “Be quiet and be mine again. Just for the night.”

His almond eyes became glossy, lust painted deeply inside of them which evidently juxtaposed the hints of regret behind the water which welled up in his tear ducts - as if he was trying everything in him not to fall at his knees and take me back with everything he could give.

“I will never be yours again.” I spat at the boy who edged closer to me, his hands falling over the sink behind me caging me in like prey.

“You want to be though.” He chuckled, “I can see it in your face, your ears going pink with embarrassment like they always used to. I know every little thing about you, (your name). I know you wore that dress because you knew I liked it, you knew I’d be here.”

“You’re still selfish. I hate you. I hate everything about you.” I hissed, infuriated by his every word that spiked into my heart like daggers piercing into my already slit wounds of romance.

“I think it’s clear we don’t hate each other baby.” He drew his face closer to my own, his minty breath laced with traces of beer, feathering on my lips.

Without a reply to give, he sealed his lips with my own, becoming more passionate as every memory exploded like bliss. A kiss that could only be described like a nostalgic masterpiece of romance, memories of his ripped jeans, bright smile, loving words that played on my mind like a piece of claire de lune.

Getting carried away with our love affair, memories of lust, want and need slowly started to interrupt my thoughts of logic and his too as our setting faded back into the background as it always did. Hands riding up clothing, roaming the skin of each body, unwanted memories forgotten about in seconds.

Tears started to slip from my eyes, everything I ever wanted was him. How I wish he never changed, how I wish he never hurt me the way he did.

“Darling you’re crying.” He halted his actions, immediately tending to wiping his thumb against my face to clear away the running water. Genuine concern laced his expression.

“I still love you.” I sobbed slightly, watching him as he stuttered, taken a back by the words

“I als-” He began, the familiar chocolate brown eyes that spoke to me of pure romance overbearing his shallow façade. Before the door could open he kissed me again, a quick conceal of passion that revealed his every intention to return my words.

“TIME’S UP LOVEBIRDS!” The host slammed open the door, as he moved away from me in conflict with himself. The crowd of the party hollered and cheered for us, dirty minds thinking thoughts of what happened behind that door.

Returning to my friends, I caught eyes with him across the party, he quickly downed another bottle of beer trying to shake my gaze - it’s clear he was in battle with his idea of status and his idea of love which broke my heart.

Wandering through the crowd, I attempted to grab the boy’s arm in hopes of stealing him away from the party again but no. I was beaten to it.

“Baby, did you do anything with her?” The girl leeched to his arm earlier asked, as she caught me trying to whisk what I could only assume as my last dooming thought was his girlfriend.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know her at all.” He smiled at her with reassuring eyes, a sick lie that helped him spin another web around another woman.

Into a thousands pieces, he’d hammered my heart with a mallet with each word of that sentence. My eyes welled up as I watched him look back about to leave the party.

“Give him time (your name).” Juyeon appeared behind me in the crowd as if he’d observed our every move.

“Time won’t fix him.” I sighed, tears cascading down my cheeks in a waterfall of bitter memories. “Time won’t fix me either, I just wish he was sober.”

Without him there wasn’t a reason anymore, without him I lost everything about myself.

The ghost of everything he ever did right, haunted me in bittersweet angel thoughts. He’d ran away with my heart and I would never get it back.

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[seobstarr]

Thick and Thin—• Ji Changmin [The boyz]

paring!: Idol!changmin x gn!reader

genre!: fluff, angst (only a little tho)

sypnosis!: Your boyfriends hair starts to fall out due to stress and he can’t help but let his thoughts get the best of him, even the bad ones.

warnings!: mentions of stress, screaming and insecurities and grammar mistakes

songs!: sweet-tbz let me-hojean man in love-infinite ditto-new jeans wildflower-5 seconds of summer

Your hands follow through with soap as you wash another cup from the sink, the hot water feeling comfortable against the chilly autumn air. The window lets in a breeze that, even though crisp, makes you feel cozy. The sounds of the speeding cars and bustling city below your apartment keep you busy with its sound. The sun is setting, and a nice orange-blue hue sets in the sky as you look out the kitchen window. The city lights begin to turn on, glowing with bright LEDs.

Finishing off another plate and turning the sink off, you quickly wipe your hands on the rag's towel before slipping down your sweater's sleeves. They cover your damp hands because of how big the clothing is on you. As you continue to diligently clean the kitchen counters, the front door beeps, signaling that somebody is coming in. Not to any surprise at all, a quick and sweet “I’m home!” comes from the door's deck, along with some rustling and feet shuffling before the tall, lanky man trudges himself into your space. “Welcome back, love,” your voice feels like a call to him as he almost immediately plops himself into your touch. You can feel his body melt into yours, a firm grip projects itself around your waist.

Deeply sighing, he takes in your natural scent. His eyes are closed as he finds the comfort of you enough to recharge. “Rough day?” you speak, not expecting him to let go anytime soon. “Changmin, are you alright?” Concern fills your voice, and without saying anything, he nods silently, rustling himself to get out of your touch. When you finally take a look at your boyfriend, you can tell his day wasn't the best. His eyes drop deeper, almost sunken into his face. A tired frown makes itself known as his plush lips turn into a thin line, the tiniest crease of disappointment touching them. With a huff and a cracked smile, your hands automatically go up to touch his cheeks. The warmth of your hand contrasts with the cold of his face. You feel him lean into your touch, finally feeling his jaw unclench, and his shoulders relax from its uptight state. “Go take a shower, love, unwind,” with the softest voice he could muster, an “Okay,” was heard before his hands unwrap you, and he heads towards the shared bedroom.

A little while goes by without hesitation, the only sound being the water running from the slightly cracked-opened bathroom. You were now firmly seated on the plush couches scrolling through the different genres you were craving. Too many choices for one person. You ponder about asking Changmin when he got out before a scream interrupts your train of thought. Practically jumping out of the seat, you made yourself comfortable in, your eyes quickly try to find where it came from.

A handful of crashes and bangs are coming from the bathroom as the door now firmly shuts and locks. “Changmin?!” you yell out for him, but to no avail does he answer. Heavy breathing and armed with the TV remote, you inch your way to the bathroom, on defense with the control pointed outward to any threat. “Changmin,” calling out again and tapping on the door anxiously, you wait before knocking again. “What’s going on?” nervousness builds up in your body, circulating your nervous system as it takes longer for him to respond. A deep-grown fear rations out of you, a tight grip still on the control as you wait for your boyfriend's answer.

Finally, the door swings open, creating a gust from how aggressively he opened it. You can feel yourself take a deep inhale from holding a breath.

Your mouth opens to speak, but he beats you to it. "Look at this," he says, almost aggressively, holding out his hand. Tightly gripped between the fingers of his right hand is a large clump of brown strands—hair strands. Your eyes follow from his serious tone to the clump of hair, confusion forming on your face. "Y/n," he says, playing with the clump of hair in his hands, tossing it from one to the other. "All of this," he pronounces, pointing at his drenched hair. "Just came from my head, my scalp!" You couldn't help but chuckle at his foolishness, covering your mouth with your hand before it upsets him more.

"Love, there's nothing to worry about—"

"Oh, what if I'm getting a bald spot, or worse, I already have one?" An unspoken sense of horror claims his face as he runs back to the foggy mirror of the bathroom, rustling his wet hair to find any sort of spot that has a chunk of hair missing. "Changmin," you call out, inhaling deeply, but he doesn't seem to hear you speak. He's too busy plucking and turning over sections of his hair. "Changmin," you make another attempt to break through his thickened thoughts, inching closer to him.

Your hand touches his broad back, rubbing circles around the center to let him know you are there as he continuously ruffles his hair. "Babe, I promise there is nothing to worry about. Look at me," you say, more demanding this time as you forcefully take his head into the palms of your hands. "What has gotten into you?" you ask. Another painfully closed silence moves you closer to him, moves you both closer to each other. His stare switches between anywhere from you, and a huff comes from you before you take his hands and lead him to the couch.

"Here, sit." Grabbing his shoulders and forcefully pushing him down onto the plush cushions, you can finally take a breather. His head hangs low from deep thinking, rubbing his face in worry, and his legs bounce up and down quickly. "I'm gonna go bald, Y/n!" he explains to you. "You know, I think it's my shampoo," he confirms.

"But you've been using that brand since last year, babe," you try to reason with him, quickly racing to get a towel from the closet. "Stop trying to make sense, it's my shampoo," he's desperately trying to make sense of things, of the big clump of hair he found from the shower. "Changmin," you giggle again, making yourself comfortable on his lap, him instinctively wrapping his arms to pull you closer. You wrap the hand towel around his dripping hair and start rubbing the water away. Almost automatically, his hand reaches to stop you. "Okay, this was funny, but now it's starting to get concerning." Agitation begins to fill your tone as you wave his hand off of yours. "Changmin, what if it's just stress? Have you been eating properly? Taking care of yourself?"

"I didn't really want it to be, but I think it just might be that," he grumbles angrily, your hands still working on drying his hair, making sure to get behind his ears as well. "Y/n," he whines, his head moving from your towel and onto your shoulder. "What if I go bald?" The sudden expression made you smile a bit. He was being childishly serious. Playfully, you roll your eyes. You can feel the puffed-up pout he sports, and you could almost imagine the downward-shaped angry eyebrows. "You are not going to go bald, love, I promise." His hands let go of the towel, and they reach upward, lazily wrapping around his neck.

To him, this was serious. His career was not only based on his dancing or singing but also depended on his looks. What type of hair he had, what color, and if that got stripped away, would he really have a fanbase?

To you, he was gorgeous either way, bald or not. You loved him and would follow him even if he lost half of his teeth. As you hung onto him for longer than five minutes, you started to wonder. Why would he ever worry about something silly like this?

"What about a wig?" You joked, and you felt his throat swell up with air. "Are you joking?!" Bluntly, he let go of you. "I was kidding, joking!" Your laugh filled the tense apartment air. "Y/n, this isn't the time to be joking. What if you-" He didn't even want to say it, doesn't want it to come out of his mouth at all. Even more, he's afraid to let it run through your thought process. You waited for him to say more to finish what he was going to say, but he doesn't. His eyes scan the way you straddle him, the way your hands lovingly caress his forearms, and the way your eyes try to figure him out.

He loves you, and he knows you love him, so why would that thought even cross his mind? Finally, it clicks, like invisible telepathy. "I leave you?" After that leaves your mouth, a standstill happens. Quietness fills the apartment once more, and you aren't laughing anymore. It's like the world had stopped for you two.

A couple of seconds became a minute or two as you looked at him with disbelief, and he looked at anything but you. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." You couldn't help but let the hysterics go, a deep hearty laugh bubbling its way up from the inside of you. Laughing harder as you continuously take glances at the confused look your boyfriend wore on his face, you hit his shoulder playfully. "Changmin, I quite literally do not care if you lose all of your hair or grow a unibrow. I would still love you." Coming down from your high and smoothly into a fit of giggles, you take his hands into yours. "You can keep worrying about your bald spots, but just know that I'm here for you. Through thick and thin," you speak again. A soft kiss plants onto your lips, his plush smile of relief filling the blank spaces of your lonely ones.

You pull away. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A smirk playfully delectable on your mouth, and finally, he smiles back before pulling you back into his embrace.

Changmin has never felt this way about anybody before. Of course, there were butterflies in his stomach or blushing tints of red on his cheeks before when pretty girls talked to him. But the way you hooked him, the way he feels the pit in his stomach grow deeper in a good way, and the way his feet swing automatically when you text him. Changmin feels for you way too deeply for this to just be another relationship. He cares about what you think more than anyone else.

And that's when it hits him.

He can't help but be utterly and embarrassingly in love with you.

— footnotes!.

keb notes!: i was reading something similar to this like a month ago but didn’t like it or reblog it and wanted to try it in my writing style! please let me know if u see anything similar so i can tag them for the idea guys. i said i was only gonna do my ults but i’ve been having serious tbz brain rot for the past few week and needed to get the delusions out my system🤥 #liarkeb

tags!: @inthesunnn (as always 🫶)

[sunwoowrites]

Sunwoo Drabble

fem!reader

angst

"I'm home." Sunwoo sighed out, he ran his hand through his hair, dropping his bag down and removing his shoes. You walked up to him and smiled. "did my baby have a rough day?" He groaned and pouted looking at you. "Rough doesn't even begin to describe it y/nie." You smiled while sneakily made your way in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled. "I missed you." You nodded against his chest and sighed. "me too, love." Without Sunwoo noticing you slid two fingers through the belt hoop of his jeans and pulled him forward for a kiss. His cheeks went red and eyes wide. He was flustered. You pulled back after a while and smiled. "y-you!" He stuttered out and whined. You smiled. "I what?" He hid his face in your neck and huffed. "God. You're driving me insane." You hugged him and laughed. "oh am i? But I didn't even do anything." He stood back and looked down. "D-do it again." Your widened your eyes and chuckled. "OH?" You moved forward and poked his waist. "You liked it? didn't you?" He whined." Stopp....." He stomped to the dining room. "Yah! I'll do it again." You ran after him.

[hanniluvi]

( 🌟 ) YOU’RE MY STAR — ERIC

[ DAY FOUR ] of the advent calendar !

( 🌟 ) SYNOPSIS . . . decorating mini christmas trees with your best friend wasn't just about embracing the christmas spirit; it appeared to be subtly leading both of you into something a bit more…unexpected.

( ☆ ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!eric x best-friend!gn-reader

( 🌟 ) GENRE . . . fluff, best friends 2 lovers !

( ☆ ) WARNINGS . . . none ~~ WC 700+ !

( 🌟 ) NOTE . . . soph writing for tbz again , who cheered??? i did !! i need to write for them more so this event is perfect for me to finally continue writing for my top ults 🫶 so funny and how its a crime of how i dont write much for them when they r my number ones … im sorry deobis 💔 BUT LMAO what a great way to continue writing for them by writing a fic for my eric bae <33 his red hair has me WEAK.

"Isn't it a bit early for this?" you asked, carrying a hefty bag of decorations while Eric managed two mini Christmas trees.

"Nothing's too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" Eric insisted cheerfully. He placed the two miniature trees on the floor, motioning for you to set the bag next to him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he began to play his Christmas playlist. "And besides, is it really too early to start decorating?"

"I suppose not," you replied, settling down beside him on the floor, sitting the bag of ornaments between you. As you began unpacking the decorations, it was evident that Eric had once again gone overboard with the purchases. You gave him a teasing look, prompting a chuckle from him. "Enough for next year!" he quipped.

"We've got plenty to work with," you remarked, extracting the last package. "So, what's the plan after we finish decorating these?"

"Hmm... how about we each decorate one for the other? You can take mine home," suggested Eric.

"That's a good idea," you replied, grabbing a silver ornament and smirking at Eric. "Mine will definitely outshine yours."

"Really? We will see about that," Eric chuckled. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Eric reached for a vibrant red ribbon and playfully waved it in the air. "Let's see who can make the most eye-catching tree."

You both instantly were focused on trying to make the best trees, playfully bickering when the other would take an ornament the other person wanted. As the trees began to take shape, you stole a glance at Eric's tree and couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Why does your tree look like a broccoli?” you teased.

"A broccoli?!" Eric exclaimed in sheer disbelief, his reaction making you double over in laughter as you clutched your stomach. You nodded in affirmation, causing Eric to vehemently disagree with your observation. "It doesn't—wait, now that you say that..."

"See!" you interjected, a playful grin on your face.

"Listen, it's not done yet! Just trust the process!" Eric defended his tree with a laugh, determined to transform the broccoli-like appearance into a splendidly decorated miniature Christmas tree.

Amid the banter and laughter, you both finally completed your miniature Christmas trees. However, as you admired your finished creations, Eric's eyes widened in realization.

You turned abruptly to face him as the sound of rustling decorations caught your attention. Eric frantically rummaged through the piles, only to pause, meeting your gaze with a nervous expression. "I think I forgot the stars."

"No way," you responded in disbelief.

"Yes way," Eric confirmed, a blend of disappointment and amusement coloring his face.

"How could you forget the most important one? See, buying all of this without going through them wasn't a good idea," you chided, scouring through the piles once more, hoping that he was just joking.

Confirming that there were no stars, you stopped and looked at him again. “Looks like we won’t have trees with stars on them.”

“It’s fine—you’re my star anyways,” Eric casually said, the words slipping out without much thought. A brief pause ensued; he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, then slowly covered his mouth in mild surprise.

"Huh?" you questioned, curious about his sudden reaction.

"Nothing," Eric attempted to dismiss it.

"No—continue," you pressed.

"You're my star…" he repeated, his words trailing off, a tinge of warmth in his voice.

"The reason?"

Eric sighed inwardly, hating how you could make him so nervous within a matter of seconds. "You also shine brightly in my life—like a star. And I wish for you every day…" he trailed off on the last part, mumbling it under his breath, yet you managed to catch it and chuckled.

"Is that a confession?" you teased.

"Maybe," he replied.

"That was so corny," you remarked.

"You're smiling though!" Eric insisted.

"No, I'm not!" you countered, trying to hide your amusement.

After a few more moments of playful banter, the two of you stopped and shared a tender gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you suddenly requested Eric to take some pictures for Instagram. He was a bit confused, hoping you would have given him an answer instead, but he still complied.

Following your instructions, Eric stood behind your tree while you stood behind his, pretending to be stars for each other’s tree. After taking a few pictures, you quickly uploaded them to instagram, tagging Eric, who saw the notification on his phone.

After liking the post, his eyes shifted to the caption, which read, “You’re my star too 🩷”.

He smiled at the post, adding it onto his story—what an unexpected but charming way to reciprocate a confession.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @haruavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

[latriii]

서울 SEOUL CITY ANTHEM “the song is about you.”

PROFILE² ✦ NVRMND

yang jungwon ✦ music major, vocalist+producer/lyricist of nvrmnd, stubborn, only thinks about music, stays up at night thinking about nvrmnd. known as being the “closed off” member.

kim sunwoo ✦ music major, producer/lyricist+guitarist of nvrmnd, straight forward, has a campus crush (yn), people fangirl/boy over him, heartthrob.

lee heeseung ✦ music major, drummer+vocalist of nvrmnd, currently in a 5 month relationship with huh yunjin, the ‘leader’ of the band.

ji changmin ✦ music major, guitarist of nvrmnd, very open, became close to yn after she joined the band, came up with the band name, amazing with people, hates when people bring him down, has a bunch of solo songs on soundcloud.

sato yn ✦ music major, joined nvrmnd 2 months later than everyone else, very talented vocalist: known for her voice in seoul university. very kind and sympathetic, gets bored easily, barely tries new things.

m.list — BROKE CUNTS | 4LVERS | OUR INTERLUDE

| SEOUL CITY ANTHEM: angel, the song that blew korea away, the song they both wrote about you. -> one day, as you were walking around your campus, you see a flyer for vocalist auditions for a band: nvrmnd, since you weren’t satisfied with your current college life, you decide to take the chance. you never expected to become bandmates with YANG JUNGWON and KIM SUNWOO, you also never expected to be the girl the boys wrote about in the hit song everyone loved.

+ TAGLIST @taegyuul @wtfhyuck @baekhyunstruly @strwberrydinosaur @jungwonsgfnameyukie @lalalalawon @ihrthni @woncheecks @ahnneyong @luveill @sxftiell @minjidrafts @yenqa @dearnjm @dimplewonie @captivq @zeraaax @yeomha @rikisly @astrae4 @catsyoon @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs @baerinaa @ixomiyu @cookiechristie @woonierkiz @rosabella1009

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disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

✲ multiple members

what you deserve | 4.2k — gentle dom!juyeon, mean dom!hyunjae

your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve

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gryffindor cockiness | 1.7k — hogwarts!au, brat tamer!hyunjae

how can a ravenclaw be that much like a gryffindor... that's something you will never understand

30 secs in heaven | 3.7k — college!au, sub!hyunjae, mean dom!reader

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

✲ lee juyeon

get you alone | 1.6k — college!au, gentle dom!juyeon

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

✲ kim sunwoo

final lap | 2.4k — racer!au, hard dom!sunwoo

after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...

[biaswreckingfics]

🥳Congrats on 3k, you deserve it! You're such a great writer! If the requests are still open:

TBZ Eric x Secret dating + 'Our friends locked us in a closet together because they're convinced we like each other'

Like they havent been able to tell their friends they're dating yet but are bad at hiding their feelings for each other from everyone (i hope that makes sense)

❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭 thank you!!! I hope you like this!! Also, thank you for giving me the chance to write for our maknae 😊😊

Eric + Secret Dating + Our friends locked us in a closet together because they're convinced we like each other

"That's it. I can't take this anymore."

The words reach your ears, but they don't penetrate your brain. You're too busy sending heart eyes to Eric, and blushing when he takes the chance to secretly blow you kisses. It's not until you see Juyeon and Haknyeon grabbing Eric that you realize Changmin and Chanhee are reaching for you.

They snatch you up. Each of them holding an arm as they drag you toward the broom closet. You don't even fight back as they toss you into the small room, because you're too stunned. As you turn around to face them, the other two shove Eric into you and shut the door behind him.

The two of you get your bearings together and then immediately reach for the door. You jiggle the handle as Eric pounds against it, but they've somehow managed to lock you in.

"What the hell, guys?"

"You two are staying in there until you confess your feelings for each other!" Kevin responds to Eric. You have no idea when he joined the fray, but you already know that all of them are in on it. "We're tired of watching you make googly eyes at each other!"

It's at this moment you regret not telling your friends that you are already together. Neither of you has found the right time to share the new developments with them, and now, apparently, they think locking you in a closet is the way to go.

"But we're already-"

"We don't want to hear it!" Chanhee cuts you off. "We all know you're in love or whatever, so do something about it."

"But we-"

This time, you're cut off by Eric's hand covering your mouth. You look at him in confusion, and his other hand comes up to his lips. He makes a shushing sound, but it's the devious expression on his face that catches your attention.

"Want to make out?"

[lixiesfreckless]

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[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @deputyjuyeon @simpforsunwoo @nyujjan @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig @twentysixofmays @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @lisori @nanamioo @enhacolor @kyswoo @sunwoahkim @jaerisdiction @yunkiwii @ja4hyvn @choielyssa @crazywittysassy @yenart @sleepymoon27 @st1ngrayz — lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now

K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser

it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3

[sunwoowrites]

Sunwoo - Cute Barista

- short, female!reader.

-barista!sunwoo

-drabble.

I pushed open the door to the new cafe. A place I've had on my mind ever since it opened. The bells at the top of the door caught me by surprise. People still used these? I smiled and stood in the queue, grabbing my wallet out of bag. I pulled out my card and held it in my hand fiddling with my fingers. Why is the line so long? I tippy toed trying to see over everyone infront of me.

A cute guy comes out to the front a smile on his face. My jaw dropped. Still on my tippy toes, I stumbled but kept my composure. No biggy. Just a cute guy. Everythings fine. I thought while axiously tapping my foot on the floor.

My turn came up, I hurried to the counter, looking at the menu above me. His eyes on the computer screen. "Good morning. What can I get for you?" I looked at him and back at the menu. "Morning....can I have the..u-uh..." The lady behind me huffed. I bit my lip. "an americano please." I said quickly. The woman behind me mumbled. "if she was gunna get an americano why would she whatever...tsk." I sighed and tapped my card to pay.

He looked at me with curiosity before handing me my coffee and a serviette. I smiled taking it quickly and going to one of the tables. I pulled out my laptop and began typing out my thesis. I sipped on my coffee. I pulled the serviette out from under my cup to wipe my mouth. The words on it caught my attention.

Please don't hesitate to take your time with ordering, or ask for me for an idea.

p.s 5 o'clocks are much quieter.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. I turned around to look at the counter. He looked straight at me, bowed his head lightly and smiled. I bowed back. I turned around. Face flushed with embarressment. I smiled.

I finished my coffee while working on my assignment. I didnt realise how much time had passed until i looked up. The cafe was quiet and the sun was setting. I looked at phone, 4:55pm. He was right. It is quiet around 5. I started packing up all my stuff and turned to find the barista asleep on the counter. The sun making him glow and appear absolutely ethereal. I giggled in awe. I walked up to him and wrote a note leaving it next to him.

It is pretty quiet around 5pm. Thanks for the tip.

I'll see you around 5 again soon.

~Y/N