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[mae-gi-writes]

Runaway Baby | Kevin Moon (The Boyz)

You and Kevin run away from your own wedding night.

A/N: aka self indulgent fluff because KEVIN MOON. Might also be crap because I haven't been writing much these days.

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"You want to run away?" Kevin's eyebrows are shooting up so high they almost disappear under his hairline, "on the night of our wedding?"

It's funny that you stand here, in your bridal gown cornering Kevin as he is exiting the men's washroom while your playlist of wedding songs are blasting a few metres away.

Ironic, really. That you are proposing something as radical. But hey, what's life without a little fun?

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I'll stay if you want to but honestly?" Your shoulders lift in a shrug, "I'm done playing main actress for the night."

His eyes sparkle, "then let's get out of here."

That's how you find yourself, white heels in hand and wedding train in the other, with your newly-wed husband's palm guiding your back as you make a subtle escape out onto the parking lot and safely manage to pull out without attracting too much attention.

Kevin's grin, despite the situation, is permanently stretched across his face as he asks you where you want to go. You ask him to surprise you, and are beyond delighted when he pulls up to a seafront a few miles away. You note that his free hand is permanently stitched onto your thigh, warm and safe and just there, and warmth bubbles through your chest.

"Waah," you let out a sigh as you slowly disentangle yourself from the car seat, allowing the gentle sea breeze rustle through your locks, caress your face as you walk up to the edge.

Kevin's arms are around you in an instant, leaving hot trails in his wake. You feel his lips pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Mrs. Moon?" He croons into your ear, making you giggle, "yeah?"

"How'd you find the wedding?" He murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head.

You turn to him, pretty sure that the smile has never left your lips once this evening, "it was chaos."

His laughter washes against your neck, "that's all you gotta say about it? That it was chaos?"

"It was chaos!"

You remember Chanhee and Changmin drunk dancing on the dance floor, Younghoon crying into the bread baskets because Kevin had adamantly told him off about not eating the decorations, Hyunjae and Sunwoo accidentally setting one of the tables on fire.

You don't even want to know how this one had manifested.

"You're right," Kevin agrees with a chuckle and tightens his grip, "it was chaos."

"Wouldn't have it any other way though."

His eyes hold yours for a long moment and though you've seen that similar spark in his eyes, there's something a little more magical about this particular moment that makes your heart swell twice its size.

Out of impulse, your hand lifts to cup his cheek. You marvel at the shades of moonlight gleaming along his skin, lingering along the gentle curve of his mouth before he quickly turns his head to kiss your palm.

"Tired?" His words are muffled against your skin. He turns back to gaze at you with a fondness that makes you wek at the knees.

"A little. My feet hurt."

"No wonder. Thank god you didn't step on me with those heels," you shove him playfully. He responds with another peck on your jaw, smiling against your neck, "wanna sit down?"

You don't though. Your omit these plans in favour of combing through the event that would forever mark a change in your life and walk down the beach with your hand entangled in his.

"Your mom is going to be so mad," you say out loud after a long moment of contemplation. The sea roars beside you as if in agreement and it tousles your hair, swirls through Kevin's. You can smell the salt rolling off its waves and the sensation is enough to make your body relax.

It had been fun. But tough. Weddings are stressful, you realise.

"Yeah," he tilts his head towards you, "but at least we can tell our grandkids how we ran away from our own wedding."

"Bold of you to assume we'll live to see them."

"Well you pessimist," he gasps in mock offense, "don't poop on my party."

Laughing at his pout before pushing his forehead with your forefinger, you turn towards the vast darkness of the ocean and breathe in slowly. Beautiful, you think to yourself. What more can you want really? When the man you love is at your side?

Nothing. Nothing can break you when love is there to hold you up with two hands. And that's what Kevin has been for all these years. A safe harbour, place that keeps you safe no matter how turbulent your life gets.

You sit down onto the sand at some point, cross-legged and nestled in Kevin's lap -- he'd pulled you onto him with a scowl that dared you to protest -- with his chin propped over your shoulder and his hair tickling your cheek every time you move a little closer.

"Six years," you sigh against him. "Wow. It's been long."

" 'twas," he murmurs, "and now you're stuck with me forever."

"Jeesh, sounds promising."

"You could at least try to act like you're a little excited."

Giggling, you steal a kiss from his mouth, "don't worry, I am."

He cups your jaw with a hand of his own, turning your face back to kiss you a little deeper, mouth slotting against yours and causing a soft sigh to escape your lips. His are plush and soft, perfect as they curve around your upper lip to suckle gently. Your own hand goes up to his head to pull him against you a little closer and he groans into your mouth, one kiss leading to the next like a rain of warmth that causes your chest to warm with each staggering breath lost.

"Mrs.Moon," he mumbles against your lips, breaths washing over your face and thumb stroking your cheekbone in adoration, "we should probably take this to the bedroom. Should we not?"

You hum and kiss him again, loving the way his own body seems to curl in pleasute with every trickle of your fingers through his hair, "I mean, I have no problem starting right here."

Kevin's eyes darken with a film of lust that makes your breath hitch. He tightens his grip on you, fingers digging into your waist with a firmness that has you gasp, "oh really?" He dips to your neck and you yelp softly upon feeling the warmth of his tongue on your neck, "I mean, I was just trying to be a gentleman. But if you insist..."

And with a sudden burst of movement he flips you onto his lap. His hands grip the back of your thighs and he pulls you to him so that there is no distance between your bodies.

Hands quickly settling over his chest, you look up into his deep simmering orbs as a troop of butterflies explode through your abdomen, your own pupils dilated with pleasant surprise.

"Come on then, Mrs.Moon," Kevin's smile spreads like a chesire cats and tilting his head to the side, eyes crinkling up in that adorable way of his, his hand trickles through your locks, pull you close and kisses your next breath away.

"Let's give the world something to look at."

[mysafehaneul]

[2:34 am]

Nothing.

Optional Bias×Reader.

Putting your hand out of the window as the wind cuts through your fingers and engulfing you reaching straight to your soul as if you're one of their own and playing with your hair you rested your elbow on the window and laid your head down on your folded arms eyes close all the problems don't exist for now, as the car goes on 80 on the lonely road this feeling, this feeling right now that as if there are only two people in this world you and him the music and this night which you wish never ends.

You felt a hand on your thigh you sat back and looked at him, his eyes switching from you then the road giving you a smile which was like a question in disguise 'are you feeling okay now' you didn't realize how much louder the eyes speak compared to the words spoken from your mouth until now your hand reached for his and u don't know what's this feeling that's swelling in your chest but you know one thing for sure that nothing feels better than this.

[joycob]

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-7- j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟n͟o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ s͟a͟t͟u͟r͟d͟a͟y͟

another saturday that made you get up, change into some presentable clothes and tie your messy hair up. you forgot which day it was exactly, all you knew it was the fourth saturday since he left.

You walked all the way, you needed some fresh air as your lungs didn't seem to be able to breathe deeply enough.

You placed down the flowers, this time red roses, the ones he would give you every valentine you'd spent together.

The small letter that you wrote to him some time ago, withering now with the rain and sunshine still read its poem:

"so whenever i see airplanes in the sky,

i'll think of you and your smile.

knowing you're up there now,

as a star on your own.

and with everything you were,

you must've found your happiness up there.

finally becoming the star,

you have been all along. "

[agentespionage]

[5:59]

His voice haunts you.

“You’ll move on and forget me“

The sound of the gun haunts you.

Bang

His now lifeless eyes haunt you, who played with his heart.

.

“Stuck inside your walls, struggling to escape, getting hurt,

but still can’t escape from the echo”

     Pentagon - Dr. BeBe

[thesunnyshow]

Name: Qiu

Writing Blog URL(s):

@juyeonzz

@the32ndbeat

Age: 19

What fandom(s) do you write for? 

The Boyz and NCT + WayV 

When did you post your first piece?

I posted something way back in September 2019 but then went on a long 9 month hiatus and came back on June 3rd 2020!

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?

I write anything except smut and certain themes like disorders or abuse because I’m not too comfortable writing it yet and I don’t want to write it wrong and potentially anger or offend people. 

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?

I write x readers!

Why did you start writing on Tumblr? 

I started writing because I’ve always loved to write and have been doing so since I was little. I got introduced to the writing community on tumblr when I was just aimlessly surfing one day and I remember reading the ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’ series written by @theboyz-engup and was just so inspired that I made my own The Boyz blog to begin writing. I got into NCT sometime during my hiatus so when I came back from it, I started to write for NCT too.

What inspires you to write? 

The feedback most definitely, shows and books I’ve read and watched too but mostly feedback.

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?

I like writing angst although most of my works tend to be more fluffy...

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? 

Ah, my works are generally pretty simple but I guess I’d want them to just get immersed in the story like how I was as I was writing it!

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? 

I just watch Netflix or browse through Youtube, sometimes watching videos other times listening to music to find inspo.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? 

My favourite (published) work so far would probably be ‘Wedding bells’ on my tbz account and my Doyoung timestamp at 11:11am on my nct account! My most successful generally would be a Sunwoo timestamp at 11:22pm.

Who is your favorite person to write about? 

For NCT + WayV, I’d have to say Doyoung. For The Boyz, I would say maybe Jacob?

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? 

Yeah, I guess so. I think when we write fanfiction, we already have an idea of what sort of personality our idols have and we keep that in mind when we write for them but for completely original prose, you create your own characters so in a way, you have to think a little bit deeper for how you want your OC to act or talk.

What do you think makes a good story? 

Sweet and simple description rather than ones that are overly detailed? A story with good flow is good!

What is your writing process like?

Hm, I usually start off with choosing a song on youtube to listen to as I write or I’d have a movie or show playing in the background ( usually it’s Friends these days ) then I’d start writing. I tend to write only at night or have more motivation at night, I’m not too sure why either. 

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?

Sure, why not? It’d be interesting but also a little difficult to start to imagine a completely original character in the story since I’d be very used to thinking of the idol who was previously a character in the story.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?

I love the enemies to lovers trope! I think it’s really interesting because you start off hating each other and it’s cool to see how that gradually progresses to love. I don’t have a lot of tropes I hate but I’ve never really been able to write about werewolves or vampires? It’s just not my thing at all. 

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?

Oh, it means everything to me! Sometimes when I’m down or unmotivated, I always go back to checking out reblogs or kind things people have said about my works and I’d feel like writing again. It’s like feeling rejuvenated and gaining inspiration to continue with my wips.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?

I won’t consider myself very successful ^^” although I must say that I’m growing faster than I expected. I think it’s probably because I do update consistently but I’m not sure if that’s going to change once I start school.

Nationality: Singaporean

Languages: English and Mandarin Chinese

Star Sign: Cancer sun ( Not sure if this is relevant but Leo moon and Libra rising too!)

MBTI: INTJ-T

Favorite color: Black

Favorite food: Chocolate cake!

Favorite movie: Spy or Venom ( I can’t choose )

Favorite ice cream flavor: Cookies and cream

Favorite animal: Wolf

Go-to karaoke song: Love Story by Taylor Swift? 

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)?

Professor or an investigative journalist ( Might consider aiming for medical school after uni though… ) 

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? 

Tea! I really like green tea or jasmine tea.

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? 

Telepathy

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? 

1940s

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? 

Yeah, I guess I would. There are a lot of things I’d like to change.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? 

Oh man, like a 100 chicken-sized horses for sure. A horse-sized chicken? I’d die with one peck.

 If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? 

That one loner kid probably… I’m generally pretty quiet in school.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? Nope, not really. 

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

I’m quite content here in Singapore but I’d love to be able to live in the USA, New York or in the UK, London for once in my life.

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?

I am afraid of the dark.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?

Yeah, and I don’t really understand why.

Do you think art can be a medium for change?

Sure, it can be! I think art is sometimes able to tell stories that can’t be told verbally. It moves people in a way and I think it can be used to truly express the artist’s message to their audience.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?

Honestly, sometimes when I’m unmotivated but mostly no. I love whatever I’m writing when I’m writing it for the most part.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?

No? At least not that I know of.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?

They do but they don’t know my URL.

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?

Thank you so much for believing in me and appreciating my work! I am grateful for every single one of you guys and you are all my motivation to keep writing and produce better written works. Without you all, writing is somewhat duller and hearing that you guys like the work I put out means the world to me. I love you guys!!

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?

Don’t be! We all start somewhere and taking that first step may be a little daunting at first but I promise that what follows is going to be magical. You’re going to be able to gain a lot of inspiration and friends, you are going to be able to greatly improve your writing but what’s best is that you’ll feel like you are now part of a writing family on tumblr! Do not be afraid of showcasing your works because there is always bound to be an audience for it and even if your writing style doesn’t suit someone, there’s definitely another group of readers who will love every single piece of work you publish ^^

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?

Nope! I hope I never do.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?

YES and I love every single one of them. Thank you to @jenocakes @atbzkingdom @chaoticdeobi @hae-sicheng @moondustaeil @ihearttbz @badwithten @glossyjaems @lovely-kpop-writer @jopping-to-my-kpop! There are a few more but these are just the ones that pop up in my mind first.

Pick a quote to end your interview with: I’m horrible with quotes but.. ‘My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice’ by Newt Scamander! It’s one of my favourites since I find that I worry a lot and doubt myself too often so thinking about this makes me calmer.

[thrillridesz]

hey qiu! After reading your sunwoo timestamps i am in sunwoo feels! Do you have any sunwoo angst/sad fic recs?

hi! hmm i don’t have a lot of angst fic recs and also add on to the fact that i haven't got much time to read these days... but i’ll mention some that stuck to me :)

Of Unspoken Words ( written by @chaoticdeobi )

Prompt 45 + 49 ( written by @atbzkingdom )

Arranged Marriage ( written by @multistan-net )

TATBILB Letter nine + Epilogue ( written by @theboyz-engup , I highly recommend checking out the whole series! )

[hyunjae]

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[mae-gi-writes]

hi maemae, what about i got you by bebe rexha with either ju/sangyeon? 🙈

AHHHH Yu! MY NUMBER ONE MOOT WHO’S BEEN THERE FROM DAY 1! I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR REQUEST <3 Heree we go for some sangyeon feels 🌹🌹🌹 Also I got carried away with this but oh welll this is what happens when you’re on a roll xx

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I got you | l. sangyeon

Song request: I Got You - BeBe Rexha

Genre: angst/fluff

Everything has been so hard. 

Your work. Your social life. Your eating habits. Your entire life. 

You’ve carved yourself into a hole that keeps on crumbling upon you, piles and piles of responsibility that keep getting thrust in your face the more you try struggling. Work has turned into a boring, monotonous routine of getting to the office, spending eight hours straight staring at your screen, then going back home and collapsing onto your bed with no energy left. You haven’t seen your friends since forever and your phone which usually blew up with messages is now silent and empty, void of any human interaction that you crave for. 

It’s harder these days because of the pandemic and you know that this will pass eventually. You just can’t seem to figure out how.

Which is why you find yourself drowning in a bottle of wine by the time Friday evening rolls around. Sitting outside upon your porch and letting its bittersweet aftertaste drip down your throat like medicine, you’re not quite sure what you’re aiming for really -- whether it be to throw up or pass out -- until there’s a soft knock at your door.

Groggily opening up with a confused frown, you see none other than Sangyeon’s face and immediately reel back with shock. 

“What are you doing here?!” you screech out. If you had known, you would’ve tried making an effort with your appearance! Unconsciously, your hand finds its way to your hair in an attempt to detangle its knots.

“You look terrible,” is his response. He doesn’t wait before blundering past you into the kitchen and settling down what looks like a bunch of takeaway containers, “Why have you been avoiding my calls?” 

You flinch out of impulse. He’s right; you have been avoiding your maybe-boyfriend most of all, merely due to the fact that you can’t help feeling like a failure and wondering how lowly he must think of you. 

Sangyeon is the epitome of a hard worker, starting out as a mere waiter in a quaint noodle shop and toiling hard for two years before he got promoted as a sous-chef. Then, his manager has seen so much potential in him that Sangyeon got appointed as the head chef a year later. 

You know all this because you’ve seen him go through it and grow through every single obstacle sent his way, circulating in the same friend group and sharing the same passion for food. However, it hasn’t been long since this friendship has slowly budded into something you’d like to believe is a start of a romance.

Not that either of you made it clear. It’s something, but what? You’re not quite sure yourself. 

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” 

“Huh?” you snap back to reality, blushing upon realizing the lack of distance between your faces, “oh--sorry. What did you say?” 

“I asked you why you’ve been avoiding my calls,” there’s a tone of exasperation in his voice. But a little more than that. You’d like to believe that it’s concern, “are you okay, Y/N? You really look like--” 

“I’m fine,” you cut him off, turning away before he can spot the slight tremble in your lip, the slow tears building at the corner of your eyes. 

A warm hand grasps your forearm, “tell me.” 

It’s an order. One that you can’t help to oblige. You swivel around slowly, embarrassed that he -- your biggest crush -- gets to see you like this, in such a horrible, vulnerable state. 

You hate it. Yet, once the tears start silently carving silvery paths down your cheeks, there’s no stopping them. 

Sangyeon pulls you into his chest with a soft sigh, allowing his arms to encircle your waist while one of his hands comb through your hair. You cry silently in his shoulder, fully aware of the growing wetness seeping through his shirt, but his grip doesn’t lessen when you try tugging back. 

Instead, he holds you a little tighter, murmuring into your ear, “come on, let it out.” 

You’ve never been a fan of loud crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so used to keeping in your sobs, stuffing your blanket into your mouth in order to restrain the tears, the pain, the suffering. But Sangyeon stays even so, hand continuously smoothing along your head and down your back in a way that renders you soft and mellow against him.

When you have no tears left to cry, he does the job of pulling away slightly so that his face hovers just millimetres from your own. You hope you don’t look like shit.

“I brought you some pasta,” he murmurs, “cooked by yours truly.” 

And you swear it’s the best fucking pasta you’ve ever eaten in your life. You’re not entirely sure how you manage to finish a whole plate -- considering you’d barely had any appetite these days -- but you have to admit that you feel much, much better after finally leaning back into your cheek with a full stomach.

Sangyeon eyes you from his side of the table, chuckling at the look of satisfaction on your face. 

“What?” you’re about to scowl, but then remember that you shouldn’t put your walls up so high. It’s only Sangyeon. Only Sangyeon.

"Should’ve started by giving you the pasta,” his eyes, warm and tender and just so fucking beautiful, sparkle in the dim light of the kitchen, “maybe then you wouldn’t have cried over my shirt.” 

“Oh shut up,” you snap back half-heartedly. He knows there’s no bite to your tone. 

His leg nudges yours underneath the table and, prompted to gaze up at him, he asks, “what’s going on, Y/N?” 

You bite your lower lip. Eyes fixing onto the table top before you, you decide to spill everything. Everything.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sangyeon’s voice is rough wth concern, annoyance that permeates through. But you’re adamant on not making eye contact, so adamant that you hear his chair scrape back, then the soft pad of his feet over to your side of the table.

Warm fingers cup your chin, leaving you with no choice but to face him as your eyes quickly slip downwards.

"I didn't want to trouble you," is what spills from your lips in a soft murmur, "I'm not used to people worrying about me and I guess...I just got used to it. Dealing with that shit on my own."

You don't have to look at him to know that his gaze is soft and warm. It makes you want to curl up in his lap and burrow your face into hid chest, away from the world.

As if reading your mind, Sangyeon tugs you closer so that he can hug you properly, "I got you," his murmur brushes against your ear, "I got your back Y/N. And you can tell me anything. I don't care if you think it's none of my business. I want to know."

He holds you in silence for a while, the only sound echoing through your ears being his heartbeat. A soft thumping against his chest, vibrating with every breath taken.

It's almost like a miracle, the way your body softens underneath his touch like it has been waiting for him all along. With Sangyeon there, it feels easier to breathe, not to think so much.

"Thank you," you whisper, clearing your throat. You repeat yourself once more for good measure, to which he chuckles and presses the lightest of kisses atop your head.

"Next time, you'll tell me. Right?" He cocks his head to look at you.

You pull back slightly to gaze up at him in the dim back light of the dining room. It's crappy lighting and yet, it curves along his features so nicely.

"Fine," you mumble after realizing you hadn't answered him yet, "I'll try."

A smile breaks over his face. He kisses your cheek then, causing heat to spring up over your face, "that's a promise then."

[mae-gi-writes]

[08:44.a.m.] Eric

You groan when you feel a hand shaking your shoulder, turning away from your boyfriend who seems to be a little too jovial for a Monday morning. 

“What?” Your words get muffled by the pillow hiding your face against the glaring sun, as you feel his hands rest along your hips. 

Slowly, he turns you around and another groan slips past your mouth when you do as you’re told, coming face to face with Eric’s grin. Usually it’s cute. But right now, you’re not sure whether you want to slap him for waking you up from your deep slumber. 

It’s not like you have the best sleep cycle. So when you do, it’s quite annoying to be woken up without warning.

“I brought breakfast,” he whispers. 

Breakfast? That catches your attention. You prop yourself up on your elbows with furrowed eyebrows, noticing that there is indeed, a platter of eggs and toast balanced precariously on the edge of your night table that Eric picks up. He sits himself on the edge, one of his hands beckoning you over to his side, which you do so without complaint, heart fluttering at the warmth basking on his face.

“What a nice surprise,” you say with a soft smile as he pulls you into his chest, cuddling you close. Then, after ensuring that the plate won’t fall off his lap, he stabs at a piece of egg with his fork before bringing it up to your mouth. 

“Ah,” he says, and you eat it obediently, watching with a curious gaze as he plops another piece in his mouth. 

“So? Did you break something? Or did you do something that would make me mad?” you narrow your eyes while analyzing his features, though he scoffs at you in mock offence, “I made you breakfast and that’s the response I get?”

You shoot him a look.

“Okay,” he chews the inside of his cheek, looks away bashfully, “maybe I did do something that would make you mad.” 

“Like what?” 

"Like...maybe mistaking your concealer for sunscreen?"

"What?!" You jolt up instantly and he screams as the plate almost topples, his hand shooting out just in time to avoid an accident.

"I'm joking," he laughs good-naturedly while pressing a kiss to your temple, "your concealer is still as good as new."

"You're so annoying."

"And you are so fun to tease," he tickles your side, making you squeal as you try to squirm away. Thank god for his strong hold on the breakfast plate, or it would’ve already splattered across the floor by now. 

As you take a bite out of the buttered bread he offers you with a satisfied noise of agreement, your mind can’t help but ponder over the multitude of reasons why Eric is being so extra sweet today. 

As if reading your train of thoughts, your boyfriend’s fingers flick your forehead lightly. You jolt with a yelp of pain, “what-- that hurt!” 

“I know what you’re thinking,” he frowns at you while wagging a finger, “you think I did something. In fact, I did nothing but do you a favour this morning.” 

“Because?” you drag the word out before playfully biting his finger. 

He grimaces, jerking his limb away with a roll of his eyes, “because I quite love you and because I thought it’d be a sweet gesture. Now I’m not so sure. What happened to ‘oh my god Eric I love you so much, you’re such an amazing boyfriend.’ “ his voice gets higher as he imitates you, which makes you swat him in return. 

“You’re not funny.” 

“Never said I was babe,” he holds out a piece of sausage as he speaks and you take a bite, allowing the taste to coat your tongue. You gesture towards the plate, “you eat some.” 

“Feed me then.”

Rolling your eyes before stabbing some sausage with your fork, you do as you’re told and he hums in satisfaction, “mhm, that’s good,” before proceeding to lean in and peck your mouth.

A noise of surprise erupts from your throat and Eric can’t help chuckling softly at how adorable you look, all shocked and with nothing to say. That is, until his eyes scan down to your mouth once more and without even thinking twice, he’s cupping your jaw to press another longer kiss. 

One kiss becomes two. Then becomes three. And then they’re becoming longer, mouth keeping on brushing against yours until they’re practically molded together with no space left to spare. His free arm quickly discards the breakfast plate on your nightstand and before you know it, you’re down on your back with Eric’s shoulders bunching as he props himself atop your figure to kiss you some more, slower, longer caresses of mouth to mouth. And soon, his tongue joins in a soft cadence that has you gasping, and not just because you feel a particular hardness against your thigh.

Oh boy. This is going to be long morning.

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[11:43.p.m.] Kevin

"Oh my god," Kevin guffaws as the actor makes a fool of himself before his crush. He turns to you, "Am I like--"

His words die in hia throat upon noticing your sleeping form, cuddled against his shoulder with your features smoothed out in a peaceful slumber, and softens.

The weeks had been tough on you and you deserved all the rest you can get. Gently, he shifts his arm over you so that he can wrap it around you in a closer embrace. You snuggle unconsciously into his chest like a baby kitten seeking for warmth and he lets out a soft chuckle of affection.

"So cute," he mumbles to himself, his other hand brushing away the stray strands of hair from your face. He proceeds to grab the blanket that has gathered in your lap before tucking it under your chin, but not before dropping a peck on your forehead.

He sits there, the movie rolling without his attention, just gazing at you for a while. It calms him, to see you so peaceful and present with him. It makes his chest go warm and his insides tingle that you love him as much as he loves you, even when your schedules get so busy that it's tough finding free time in between slots.

"I love you," a soft whisper draws out of his throat as he leans down to press another kiss on your cheek, lingering for a little longer to take you in.

You groan and he jumps at the sudden noise. But you nuzzle your face into his chest, right atop his heart, your hands finding purchase around his waist.

"Kev?" Your words are muffled against him.

Tucking your head under his jaw, he hums in response, "hm?"

"Thanks for loving me."

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Sore Loser | Hyunjae (The Boyz Imagine)

Requested --> in which Hyunjae teaches you how to play video games, but gets a little too competitive once you get the hang of it. 

Genre: FLUFF turned up to the max.  Words: 900 

Thanks for the anon who requested this! It was fun to write! :) xx Enjoyyy 

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"I can't."

You blow a raspberry as the character on the screen died for the nth time. Beside you, Hyunjae can't help his snigger rumbling from his throat and you throw him a scowl.

"Oh fuck off," you snarl, ready to throw your controller to the other side of the room. But to your aggravation, your boyfriend's sniggers only erupt into laughter.

You've spent the entirety of the afternoon trying to get the hang of Mario Smash Bros and so far you've been all but shit at it.

Needless to say that your ears are scalding hot with annoyance.

"Here," Hyunjae crawls over when it's clear you are seconds away from exploding. He knows exactly how competitive you are, especially concerning matters which you can't master so easily.

Shifting so that he sits behind you, his arms circle around your waist with his fingers covering yours as he holds the game controller. Warmth instantly floods your insides, heat flushing the back of your neck and his scent washing over you like a comforting wave.

"You gotta use combos for the attacks to work better," his voice, so low and so close to your ear, makes you shiver. His fingers flick over yours, over the buttons, "it's all about the timing of your attacks."

"But it's hard," you whine as your eyes flit over your Kirby's swift punch and kick that sends Falcon flying, "how do you even remember what to press at what time?"

"You don't, you just hope for the best," his chuckle echoes through your ear which makes you shiver.

You're not deterred by the fact that you suck, you spend the rest of the evening practising and practising over and over again as the evening dusk slowly creeps in. At some point, you start seeing your efforts pay off, especially when you start sending Hyunjae's character flying.

"Yes!" You scream and punch the air when you finally win one game. You shoot a triumphant look in Hyunjae's direction, who grins back at you, glad that you're finally having some fun.

The more you play, the better you get. Once you've gotten into the flow of things, you start seeing results as you keep beating Hyunjae more and more, your scores getting a little more equal as time goes by. At some point though, Hyunjae's competitive strikes back. His fingers drum a little louder over the controls, his face tensing in concentration and his mood dampening the better you get, and you can't help but taunt him about it.

"Thought you were better than this," you chime in a sing song voice while avoiding his glare practically piercing holes through your skull, "you know, glaring at me isn't going to make you win."

"I'm letting you win, it's different," he grovels out.

You burst out laughing, "sure Hyunjae, whatever you say--"

The words choke up mid-way out of your mouth when Hyunjae suddenly pounces atop you so that you fall to the floor, absentmindedly noting his hand that pillows your head. Before you know it, your arms are caged in his hands, an iron grip holding you still as he looms over you with that crooked smirk that gets you every time and makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"What?" You laugh, breathless, looking up at him, at the man you're proud to call your boyfriend.

"Think you're too good now, are you?" He murmurs.

"Oh I know I am--"

His lips reach down to silence yours.

You kiss back with a smile, arms already finding their way around his neck like they are meant to be there as naturally as vines twining around a bark while your lips move together in perfect sync. Kissing Hyunjae feels like walking straight into the arms of home and a mixture of butterflies erupt through your chest the moment his hand slips down to your jaw, cradling it like porcelain as he increases the intensity of his kisses. 

His other arm wraps around your waist, travelling under the edge of your shirt before caressing the skin underneath. That makes you shiver, gasping slightly into his mouth. He grins, pulling away to pepper a rain of kisses along your jaw while you catch your breath. 

“Not so cocky now, are we?” he says with a raised brow. 

“Not fair,” you jokingly scowl. 

“Life isn’t fair,” he brushes a strand away from your face. 

"Another round?” You say, grinning up at him in a teasing manner. His face scrunches up in that adorable way of his whenever he’s thinking, before he pops out a loud, “Nope!” 

He doesn’t wait for you to answer before kissing your next word away.

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[15:23 p.m.] - Kevin Moon

Kevin's eyelids tugged open, wearily blinking down at the sleeping figure atop his own as his mind took some time to kickstart into gear.

Right, he'd been so excited at the prospect of seeing you after a long semester that the moment you'd arrived to your house he turned up a few minutes later, grin on his face and a takeaway pizza in hand.

You had been talking incessantly for hours on end trying to catch up all the lost time spent apart at different colleges miles away from each other, and while he wasn't entirely sure how you both fell asleep, he wasn't complaining.

As if sensing his restlessness, your brows stitched together as you shuffled and repositioned your head atop his chest, right above his beating heart that suddenly sped up at how close you were. One of his hands --now on your back--drew a smooth circle over it and he took pleasure in hearing a soft sigh draw out of your mouth, before your nuzzled even closer like a kitten to its mother.

It was alright, he thought while tracing the shape of your brows, the slant of your nose, the curve of your lips. It was alright that you didn't know how badly his heart wanted to claim you as his own. It was alright, as long as you didn't push him away, and as long as you could stay like this forever.

He couldn't help himself from dropping a soft kiss to the top of your head.

One day, he promised himself, one day he would tell you.

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[21:55.p.m] - Eric

"Oi."

You mumble a string of incoherent words. Eyes blearily peeling open and squinting against the harsh qhite lights of the library, you quickly sit up with a jolt upon realizing that the sky is now dark outside.

And then, your eyes find Eric's, who is already gazing down at you with that soft, teasing smile you know all too well.

Sliding back down into your arms, you mumble out a, "what time?"

"Almost ten. The librarian's gonna kick us out if we don't get a move on."

Letting out a heavy sigh, you take no time throwing all your books and laptop into your bag.

"How did you know I was here anyway?" You ask as you follow him out, all too keen on ignoring the scowl the librarian throws your way.

"You're usually here when you're freaking out," Eric pushes the door open to let you out and the wind nips at your face, stray strands flying over your face as a subtle reminder that your hair is probably a mess.

"Well I am not, for your information, freaking out."

"Sure."

"It's true! I'm done with all my final essays, I was just--" your brain screams at you to shut the fuck up at this point and you do as you're told upon realizing that the reason is because you've been busy looking up ways to confess to your crush.

"Just what?" At this point, Eric has stopped in mid-walk, eyebrows furrowed in concern as you struggle to find a well-composed excuse.

Except, you kinda suck at improvising.

"Just you know, looking up stuff."

"As in, "ways to show your crush you like them?" "

Your face whip to his so fast you see double.

"What--" you choke on your words, "what did you say?"

Eric holds up his hands against you, as if he fears you might pounce on him at any given moment, "look Y/N, your screen was unlocked! I just happened to stumble upon it while trying to shut it down."

"I can't believe this," tears are gathering at the corner of your eyes and you turn away hurriedly, afraid he might say something that might break your heart.

There is a bout of silence where the only sounds are ones of your sneakers crunching on gravel.

"So," come Eric's murmur, "who is it?"

You snort. Look up at him. You sigh.

"You," you whisper.

He blinks at you. You blink back. And then, his eyebrows stitch in confusion.

"Me?"

Surprise etches across his features.

"Yes Eric,".you force your eyes to glue onto his shirt, "you."

"Well, fuck."

"Yes, fuck indeed."

"No no," shaking his head before closing the gap between you two, you let out a slight yelp when he grasps the back of your elbows with his eyes boring into yours, "you don't get it. Y/N, I-- I've had this huge crush on you since eighth grade and I never thought I'd get to hear the same words fall from your mouth."

Trust Eric to be so poignant with his feelings. You can't help but flush right down to your toes and you tilt your head downwards, away from his probing orbs.

"Shit. You were joking. Oh my gosh, you don't have a crush on me. I fucked it up didn't I?"

"What? No! I do have a crush on you!" The words blast from your mouth before you can stop them and the grin that breaks over Eric's face is enough to send another heat wave through your system.

You narrow your eyes at him, "you did that on purpose, didn't you? You knew already."

Instead of answering as you thought he would, he tugs you forward so that you are now caged in his arms, tucked below his jaw so that his scent of vanilla and fresh mint wafts over you and so that you hear the beating of his heart underneath your ears.

"I did," Eric murmurs into your ear. You don't have to look at him to know that he is smiling, "I just wanted you to say it out loud."

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22:07pm . kevin moon 🌙

Soft fluffy nights with Kevin when you've had a rough day.

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"--so annoying!"

"Y/N calm down," Kevin lays a hand on your arm, halting you in your stormy pacing, the back and forth going on in your bedroom.

"I just--I was so pissed! They put responsibility on me, then they decide to change it up at the last minute!" You can feel the onset of tears filling up your vision, the frustration finally overcrowding your already-stressed out brain until you feel like you're breaking at the seams.

"Hey hey hey," Kevin doesn't hesitate, his arms coming in around you in a comforting backhug. But you're already crying at this point, head bowed and trying to keep your sobs silent. To no avail.

"It's okay," he murmurs into the shell of your ear, before pressing a kids to your temple, "you're okay. Shh."

He stays. Even when your sobs merely intensify as frustration floods through you like a tidal wave unable to be tamed, a tsunami that devours everything in its path until there’s nothing left to latch on. Kevin stays, even when it feels like the world is conspiring against you and you’re too fucking tired to do anything about it. He stays.

And then finally, when you finally stop shaking as the tears slowly dry up along your cheeks, Kevin leans into you with his mouth at the shell of your ear, “I’m here,” his murmur is soft, a comforting hug that causes fresh tears to rise in the back of your lids, “I’m here for you. I got you.”

“I’m—I—“ you gulp down shards of air like glass scratching against your throat. You blink back some more tears though you can’t feel the knot in your stomach anymore, as if that has released some of the pressure off your back to allow you to breathe, “I—I’m so sorry—“

“Don’t be sorry,” Kevin shushes you instantly, a furrow between his brows. You look up at him through a film of tears but he’s adamantly shaking his head before cuddling you even closer if that’s possible, “don’t ever say sorry for being sad, or annoyed, or frustrated. On the contrary, I want you to tell me these things. I want to know about these things.”

You close your eyes, nose buried in the fabric of his sweatshirt as you breath in slowly, feel his scent slowly comfort your insides like a cup of warm tea on a cold winter night.

Kevin has always been your anchor. You feel bad sometimes, you really do, especially when you come home in such a state and he’s already had his plate full at work, only to have to deal with your onset of tears as soon as he opens the door. So you try really hard to not make it obvious, to keep in your emotions so that you don’t bother him because you find it to be a burden.

But Kevin hates it, and he’s told you so multiple times. It’s just that you have a stubborn streak. And what you think is right is what you’re going to do at the end of the day.

Not the greatest way of looking at things, obviously.

It is only when a silence covers the room and buzzes with the aftermath of your thoughts that you hear Kevin's whisper, "you feeling better?"

You nod. You do feel better now that you've let out everything in your system, though you wonder whether that's just temporary. You hope not.

"Come on," he's already tugging you to the bed and before you can protest, has you seated on the mattress. He grabs the blanket cover folded at the edge of the bed and wraps it around your frame before sinking in beside you, an arm circling your frame.

"Want to talk about it some more?" He prompts you, guides you to give him an inkling of what you're thinking.

But you shake your head, "no. I don't want to think about it."

"Okay," his hold tightens. It's firm, and loving. It makes you want to sigh, "so let me tell you about my day."

He launches into this long-winded explanation about his day, from the fact that he went out of milk to the way his stomach had cramped up because of his lunch earlier that day and how his co-worker had pissed him off by submittibg his document late.

And it helps you. It really does channel your attention somewhere else and little by little, bit by bit, you start to forget about your initial frustration.

Your muscles loosen, your shoulders lose tension. You cuddle closer on impulse, wanting to sink into Kevin's warmth.

"And now you know everything there is to know about my stupid day even though nothing interesting has happened," Kevin tilts his head at you, a semblance of a smile painting his lips, "and it seems like you're better because you're trying not to laugh--"

"No I--" you can't help the giggle bursting out of you despite your earlier mood, "--you're an idiot, Kevin Moon."

He looks at you in shock, "hey, I'm trying ro get my girlfriend to smile. Don't judge me," he puts a palm on his chest and the movement is so dramatic that you cannot help but laugh a deep-bellied laugh.

It bounces throughout the room, loud in the silence that prevailed earlier and it feels nice to laugh after all the sadness has been hollowed out of your body as if you've been scraped raw.

"I still stand by what I say," a small smile plays across your lips as you lean in. Kevin doesn't hesitate to press a soft kiss to your forehead, nuzzling the skin there while you burrow deeper into his warmth, "you're an idiot and I...I'm very grateful to have you."

The honesty startles even yourself. You're not used to saying such things out loud and suddenly, you feel kind of vulnerable.

"Hey," Kevin nudges you, and then before you have time to register it, he's turned you to face him and grabbed onto your forearms.

Pressing his forehead onto yours, he looks at you with such tenderness that it makes you want to squirm.

"I love you."

You blink. Warmth floods your insides. Suddenly, it's a little hard to keep eye contact and heat rushes to your cheeks.

"Oh," you breathe, can't help the giddy smile that tugs your lips upwards. But it's impossible to keep eye contact, which is why you avert your gaze to his chest, "I--I love you too."

He grins and without warning presses a kiss to your lips.

It's short, but still leaves you breathless. As if you're kissing for the first time. Giddy.

Butterflies echo in your ribcage.

"I do though," you continue on, knowing that if you do not say this now you won't ever have the courage, "I love you so much and it's so scary to think that I've become so dependent on you but I--I'm so sorry for always being all cranky and ulset about stupid stuff. Honestly you shouldn't even have to deal with that--"

"Wouldn't you have done the same?" Kevin cuts you off.

"I--" you falter, hesitating, "I--yes. Of course I would--"

"Then that's all irrelevant because I want to be there," he locks eyes with yours, "for you."

A pause.

Then, you break out into a soft chuckle, "you're corny."

He grins, "apparently I have to, to make my girlfriend smile."

"Okay one, this is irrelevant to our conversation and two, that is weird for you to say."

You pull a face in response and he giggles before stealing another kiss from your mouth, "you're so cute. I want to keep you in my pocket and take you everywhere with me--"

"Hmm," Kevin feigns contemplation, before he tackles you into a hug and almost squeezing all air out of you, "nah. I think it's very relevant. Actually, it's always relevant."

Nose finding the crook of his neck before inhaling his scent, you close your eyes and bask in his essence, in the way his body feels against yours, in the strength of his arms around you to hold you to the ground.

He's home to you, and you'll never exchange that for anything.