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Into the Woods || Y.HS

† genre: horror, fantasy

† word count: 3.6k

† warnings: death mentions, gaslighting/tricks, abduction, faes

† synopsis: her village had always maintained the peace through fire-and-brimstone fear tactics. though who could've known that old children's fable had some truth to it...

† (a/n): second installment to my spooktober anthology! if you haven't already, do check out biaswreckingfics thrills and chills vent, in particular her fae one which helped me gain inspiration for this one!

† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha

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There had been rumors of the woods bordering the village. Of a great evil which lingered within its brush. Darkness somehow contained in the dense growth of trees that surrounded her people. That ages ago, children would go missing in the night, never to be heard from again. Their ghostly giggles seemed to resonate from the tangle of bark and leaves, luring in unaware or gullible children to their doom.

At least that's what was told to (y/n) and the rest of the children as they grew up. By the time she became a teenager, she had understood the intention of such tales. To deter children from wandering too close to the woods and its inhabitants: wolves, bears, perhaps even a dedicated rabid bunny. All dangers which lurked in their environment, inevitable in their existence, and so the only measure they could take was preventative. Ensure children were within the watchful peripheral of an adult, and therefore safe from nature and its cruelty.

Perhaps that's why she deemed it acceptable to gather the berries by the edge of the woods. It was all just a tall tale to ward off children either way. She was a grown adult now. Fully capable of fending for herself and accepting the consequences of her actions—although she made note to be quick in her foraging.

Pick the berries. Get out. Pick the berries. Get out.

Her mantra cycles listlessly through her head, becoming white noise as she filled her basket with the succulent delicacies she'd later use in her baking. The sun still beamed overhead, indicating the plentiful amount of time she had left of the day to be able to prepare some treats for her siblings.

As if by a grand coincidence, a familiar sound seemed to waltz through the air, greeting her ears with its comforting yet unexpected lilt.

"Nell?" (y/n) called out habitually, whirling around at the sound of her sister's familiar voice. Nothing. No one. The village was a fair distance away, with its usual hustle and bustle a mere muted drone to fill the otherwise still atmosphere. Definitely not close enough for her sister's voice to carry this far.

She waited another moment, eyes scanning the fields as if awaiting for Eleanor to pounce forth and startle her. Yet she was met with silence once more.

Perhaps it was her imagination. Her anxieties from being so near the woods manifesting itself in peculiar forms. Thus, she proceeded with her picking, though in an admittedly rushed manner.

Then, it happened again. Another round of giggles. This time, (y/n) shot to her feet, turning to stare out and await her sister's arrival.

"Nellie," (y/n) attempted to announce, eyes roving over the tall grass. "You know you shouldn't be out here. Mother will be displeased."

Silence.

The first time, she was able to chalk it up to mere paranoia. Though this time, it sounded almost too real to write it off as anything but her mischievous sister mucking about as per usual. However, she's never wandered out this far before in her jests.

Just as (y/n) was about to call her sister's name again, the giggle sounded forth once more. This time, right behind her.

(y/n) spun about, stumbling on her footing as she gasped at the sudden intrusion. Though when she turned, expecting to be greeted with her sister's conniving grin, she was met by none other than the woods, a mere foot away from her.

Memories of that accursed folktale came barreling to the forefront of her mind, twisting her stomach into knots as she stepped away from the trees. Even in the broad daylight, the darkness seemed all encompassing, swallowing anything and everything it seemed to get into its grasp. It was foreboding, an omen that held not even the slightest ounce of allure to (y/n), who continued to retreat from its beckoning.

"(y/n)." The hushed whisper of Eleanor's voice greeted her once more, this time certainly coming from within the woods. Her sister's exact voice. A perfect replica of it.

Again, (y/n) backed away, breath shaky as her shoulders trembled with fear. Any attempt to spot Eleanor peeking behind the trees proved fruitless due to that daunting abyss of black that consumed the woods as a whole.

"Where are you going?" The voice spoke again, a curious lilt in its tone, almost mocking in a way. (y/n) said nothing, steps widening as she kept her eyes trained on the trees.

Another giggle resounded. Gone was its joking undertones, almost entirely alien to the Eleanor she knew.

"You don't want to play?" It was a convoluted ploy, twisting her sister's words until it was a different person entirely. Another deeper voice seemed to intermingle with that of Eleanor's, overlapping in perfect syncrasy with one another.

Another gasp escaped her lips as the gravity of the situation began to truly settle in. The truth of it all dismantling every aspect of her belief system until nothing was left, uprooting her ideology until she questioned everything she once thought true.

Once the giggling began to fade away with distance, (y/n) finally turned around, making a run for the village, not daring to look back for even a moment.

Dinner was as rambunctious as it could be with a family of their caliber. Two young boys laughing and playing with their food, a father who seemed more than willing to partake in their shenanigans, a mother busy nursing the baby in her grasp, and the two eldest daughters off to the side. Eleanor laughed along with the bunch, presumably unbeknownst to her sister's forlorn demeanor since she had gotten back from her berry picking.

Though as they both prepared for bed in their shared room, Eleanor now seemed privy to her sister's silence.

"I didn't see you come back with berries," she began, voice cutting through the quiet of their room. (y/n) curled further into her sheets, attempting to push away the memories of earlier that day. Memories she never wanted to encounter again.

"I changed my mind." Eleanor chuckled at this, the familiar sound sending a shiver down (y/n)'s spine.

"Did the woods scare you off?" It was a joke, a subtle tease to prod at her sister, though at the lack of a response, Eleanor grew more stoic. "(y/n), you can't be serious. We're adults now, you should know fully well there's nothing in those woods. In all my years of living here, I've never once heard a wolf howl of any sort."

"It's not the wolves I fear," (y/n) muttered, burying her face into her pillow. Eleanor was stunned into silence for a moment, but then choked out another bout of laughs.

"Are you telling me you're scared of the fae? The story they'd tell us as kids to make us behave?" (y/n) was reluctant to respond, though this didn't deter Eleanor in the slightest. "(y/n), if it bothers you so much, allow me to go tomorrow and retrieve—"

"No." (y/n) was now sat up, staring at her sister across the room from her. The sternness in her voice shocked Eleanor, her smile slowly fading as she saw the pure, unadulterated fear lying beneath (y/n)'s gaze. "We're not going anywhere near those woods. Never again."

Days seemed to pass by without any other phenomenal hindrance. Though the memory of that day plagued her mind, and that sinister voice seemed to haunt her dreams, (y/n) continued with her life, however weary as she was. Her body was wrought with fear and it was beginning to take its effect. From simple mistakes accumulating into one big mess, it was clear (y/n) was not in her prime. Though there was nothing more she could do, what with this suffocating paranoia all but penetrating her every waking thought.

Her nightmares were as vivid as could be, and seemingly always followed the same sequence. (y/n) walking mindlessly into the brush, pushing aside branches and weaving between the trees which seemingly sprung up in her very path. And she continuously walked forth, as if on a predetermined trail ingrained in her mind. All the while, she could feel it—its stare. It watched her all throughout her journey, never sparing her a moment to herself. Suffocating her with its overbearing presence.

And at the end of her walk, her skin marred with scratches by twigs and rocks along the way, heart beating out of her chest, she'd step into a clearing. A grove of sorts. Dark and eerie, much like the rest of the woods, a canopy of dense branches overhead sparing only a few beams of sunlight into the ground. But in those rays of light, she'd see it approaching.

It took the form of a man, tall with long strides as he came forth. Handsome with deep eyes staring right into her, yet boyish features in a feeble attempt to lower her defenses. But no matter how fortified she made herself to be, it never seemed to do much once he got her.

A hand on her neck, squeezing in such a way that he could feel her pulse beating helplessly beneath his fingers and her breath growing frantic at the sudden obstruction. He contorted his body forward, crowding over her, consuming her space until there was nothing between them. A sickeningly sweet smile spread across his face, eyes manic as he laughed and he laughed and he laughed. A raucous crescendo into a deranged cackle, seizing at her every thought with its maniacal grasp.

And he'd keep her right there in that state, feeling her sanity slip away as she remained detained in his clutches for all the hours of the night. Taunting her, as if holding out her death, her sweet release from this torment, for another time. A time where he can truly have her all to himself.

Her nights were restless, her days vigilant, and at the end of it all, (y/n) was beginning to collapse in on herself. This was quite evident to her sister, the one who spent perhaps the most time with (y/n) in the first place, and as much as she tried to help, there was nothing she could do to derail her from this unending darkness she found herself collapsing into. All she could do was silently support her sister with reassurances and assistance—as much help as she could offer.

Though it was at times like these where the sisters' differences were truly apparent, and as (y/n) prepared dinner for the bunch, the barren absence of her sibling truly became apparent. With the lack of a helper in the cooking, (y/n) began worrying of where Eleanor may have run off to.

The paranoia only seemed to heighten as the table was set and the family was seated, all except the one chair across from (y/n). They were all understandably worried, though attempted to write it off as perhaps Eleanor getting caught up with something else. Perhaps a friend had invited her over and Eleanor forgot to inform the rest of them. Or maybe she was out helping one of her neighbors with a task.

But with the truth of the woods lingering perpetually in the recesses of (y/n)'s mind, she couldn't be sure of anything.

That night, (y/n) didn't sleep. She waited for her sister's arrival, something which never happened that night. And upon daybreak, (y/n) was certain this disappearance was the work of the nefarious evil of the woods. It was a certainty in her head.

However hesitant she was, the grief of having lost her sister consumed any ounce of reason or doubt within her, and with a brief farewell note upon the dining room table, she set out to seek Eleanor.

Along the way, neighbors gave brief but otherwise useless accounts of when they'd last seen her. The farmer's account validated each of (y/n)'s suspicions and fears.

"I'd seen her walk by the other day with a basket, heading out towards the fields. Didn't see her after."

Approaching the woods felt like visiting her recurring nightmares personally, yet no matter how real they seemed, they were nothing as compared to the true scene of it all.

A wall of trees towered over her, and at their feet lay that humble, lonesome berry bush. Beside it was both her basket she had abandoned long ago, somewhat tattered due to the natural elements it had faced over the past few days, as well as her sister's basket, toppled over with her picked berries pooling out and onto the grass.

The thought was bittersweet, guilt already riddling her body at the mere prospect that Eleanor may have gotten swallowed up by the woods whilst attempting to appease (y/n). As if the whole series of events they'd gone through were a result of her alone, yet as she neared the border of the woods, she knew it was not solely her doing.

She could feel her heart begin its tiresome beat, thudding violently against her ribcage. Her breathing was shaky as she stood there, a mere step away from the trees. Her feet seemed cemented to the ground where she stood, unable to back away nor finally break the threshold before her. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back, to flee from these woods at all costs, but there was that debilitating guilt brewing within her. How could she live with herself if her sister truly did die in there?

Perhaps it was the guilt, or perhaps it was some blinding hubris which made her crave something from these trees—vindication, answers, release. Whatever it may be, the reason held her with an iron grip, and she remained where she stood, waiting; perhaps for some invitation of sorts.

"(y/n)..." the shaky voice of her sister alerted (y/n), a cold dread sinking into her being at the sound of Eleanor's voice—or more so that of a feeble replication of her voice… from right in front of her. As if she were speaking face to face with her sister. "(y/n), you came back for me."

The dense and dark brush obscured any attempts to see what stood before her, though the proximity of it had shivers running down her spine, tears pricking at her waterline at the sheer horror of it all. She remained silent, wary of whatever spectacle was being tried to lure her in. She could only compare the use of her sister's identity as something akin to a puppeteer exploiting its dolls. As if a mere guise for its audience.

It wasn't trying to lure her in anymore. It was taunting her.

Beneath the low whistle of the winds and the rustling on leaves all around, she could hear an unsettling yet rather distinct sound that made her blood grow cold. The deep and unmistakable sound of a man breathing, coinciding with whimpers of Eleanor's voice. Like he was only further proving her point of this whole charade being nothing more than a cruel mockery of her situation.

The noises grew more distant, sinking into the all encompassing embrace of the woods, daring her to enter alongside them. To finally become one with the woods and its victims—victims like her sister.

(y/n) took a tentative step forward, raising a weak arm above her to push aside the curtain of branches which concealed what lay ahead, and as she delved into the woods for the first, and perhaps the last time, she felt her world warp and twist into a demented wonderland of sorts. The trees, which from the beginning towered above her, seemed to only loom taller in their imposing stature. Shadows seemed to deepen into inky black pools of nothing all around her. Rustling leaves took on sinister murmurs, as if carrying along with it the voices of countless victims lost in these woods, as well as beckoning whispers to come further into the forest.

Her steps echoed with a hollow sound, reality seeming to distort with the discordant and ominous melody surrounding her. The further in she ventured, the more overpowering her fears seemed to become until its blinding and all encompassing existence had become the one thing she could fixate on. Her body prickled with nerves, a cool numbness tingling her skin as she willed her feet along, acutely aware of unseen eyes which probed her from the dark depths of the trees.

The air seemed to grow colder and colder, and she wasn't sure whether the trembles taking over her body were from her fear or the sudden temperature drop. Though there wasn't much room for thought, as obscure, yet ever so familiar, glimpses of the fae creature plagued the recesses of her mind, growing stronger and more vivid the further along she got, as if confirming the route she took. His malevolent grin flashed across her mind, shivering at the array of teeth ready to devour her, tormenting her as she progressed along.

Her breathing had slowly become unstable as she walked, the realization truly hitting her when she briefly turned around, only to have no idea where she had come from. What path she had taken mere steps before where she currently resided. As if the woods were swallowing her whole, refusing to ever let her slip by. And unwillingly, she proceeded forward into the never ending labyrinth, her mind somehow knowing exactly what to look out for.

It came sooner rather than later. The sudden clearing in the midst of it all. A small, unassuming grove of sorts, bordered by the impenetrable wall of trees that shrouded its existence from the rest of the world. There was an oppressive, deafening silence—a troubling realization for a forest of all things. Yet it didn't last long, as a low and distinct humming pierced through the stillness of the atmosphere, prompting her body to freeze up on the spot. It was melodic, dripping with a cruel and feigned saccharine that seemed to creep all about her.

Soon enough, he emerged. Tall as her dreams had portrayed him, with ethereal features unlike any she's seen before. His eyes were dark with an unmistakable edge that had haunted her dreams for many nights. His lips tugged into a smile as he stepped out of the shadows, and the full sight of him had (y/n) gasping. Tears welled up in her eyes at the image presented of the fae that had been targeting her. Watching her and tormenting her, driving her completely and utterly insane.

His dark eyes gleamed with a mischievous, unholy light, fixating upon her with an unsettling mixture of what seemed to be pure amusement and… hunger.

"(y/n)," he spoke, his smooth and deep timbre fitting perfectly with the rest of his personage, calling to her with his deceivingly sweet voice. "You've finally come to me."

His strides were wide as they carried him directly to her, and she was left to gawk up at him with whatever remaining bravado she may have had in her. His hands trembled as they carefully took in her loose hair, squeezing the strands between his fingers.

"I've been waiting… for so long." He leant down into her shoulder in an abrupt and aggressive manner. The sharp inhale he took had (y/n) jumping in her spot, tears freely falling down her face as he finally stepped back to stare at her, and she finally got to see him upfront for the first time. Making direct eye contact with the abomination of the woods.

His laughter burst forth in a raucous and chaotic way that had her wincing away as much as she could. Though the sounds soon dissipated as he opted on brushing her head with his large hand.

"Oh, your sister… Such a pity." He smiled again, eyes darting about to every square inch of her face, almost admiring her as one would an artwork.

"My… sister?" (y/n)'s voice was broken and mangled, barely above a whisper, though loud enough in the still quiet of the woods. He grinned at her words, a fond and appreciative smile that had her pulse quickening at the mere sight of it.

"Her fate was sealed the moment she ventured into my woods."

(y/n) felt her heart shatter at the news, throat constricting upon itself as she shut her eyes and openly wept. Her body seized in on itself, near the point of collapse had it not been for the fae who forcibly kept her standing upright against him.

"A useless thing, but her sacrifice was necessary for our meeting." Again, his voice was filled with such gentle kindness that it made her utterly sick to her stomach. The grief of losing her sister seemed the primary emotion wrecking her from within, to the point that the reality of her situation had yet to truly sink in, even as the fae continued to ravel himself around her until there was no way of escaping his grasp. "Don't worry, my precious, I won't hurt you like I did her."

He brushed away the tears staining her cheeks, ignoring the new streaks that replaced them either way, merely smiling down at (y/n) without a single care in the world.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, voice wavering with every syllable as her body shook with tremors. And the fae just continued with his merry demeanor, unperturbed by her clear dismay and debilitating terror.

"There are fates much worse than that of death. You've stepped into my domain. And now… you're mine forever."

[monatice]

Guardian - Yoon Hyunsuk

Summary: You were about to go on a trip with CIX because you were close friends with Yonghee. You barely had any friends, so Yonghee made sure to bring you along on trips and no one ever minded. You just never knew that this trip would be so eventful.

It was a sunny day and your trip to Jeju Island with CIX would soon start. You were a friend of Yonghee and always spent time with them because beside them you had barely any friends. People around you didn’t like you because you were a nerd just like Yonghee. You loved solving math problems, and you knew random things about science. Not everyone liked that. Only Yonghee was by your side during school times. And now he would still take you along with him on trips with CIX.

So here you were standing outside their apartment building waiting for Seunghun to come downstairs. Jinyoung and Byounggon were already on the way to get some food at the convenience store a few miles away. You would join them in your car after Seunghun arrived. You were waiting with Hyunsuk and Yonghee in front of the car, playing on your phone. Yonghee and Hyunsuk were talking about some ideas for the trip regarding sightseeing. You were just half listening because whatever they planned you would join them. After all, no trip had ever been a disappointment. You were not so good at planning trips because you always wanted to see as much as possible but then got easily overwhelmed by all the options that were there. So, you were glad you had them to plan trips for you to come along with.

As you were waiting for Seunghun you suddenly saw in the corner of your eyes how Hyunsuk jumped forward and pulled you away from the street and closer to him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him which made you collide with his chest. Yonghee was also alerted and when you looked up you saw Hyunsuk looking to the side. You followed his eyes and saw a car crashing into a building. Passing the spot, you were standing in a few seconds ago.

Hyunsuk just saved you from a terrible accident, that you would have probably not survived. Yonghee walked over to you. “Are you alright?” he looked shocked, and you nodded to ease his mind. He then took out his phone to probably call an ambulance and the police.

You looked at Hyunsuk who was already looking at you, removing his hand from your wrist. “Sorry, I had to grab you tightly.” Hyunsuk apologised but you shook your head. “It’s alright. You literally saved my life. If I’d still stood ther-“

Hyunsuk put his hand on your lips to interrupt you. “Don’t even dare to speak it out.”

You looked deeply into his eyes, and you didn’t know what to say. Hyunsuk looked away first and then turned to Yonghee who was smirking. You were not sure if he was smirking at you, for having a visible crush on Hyunsuk, or was he perhaps smirking at Hyunsuk. You couldn’t tell.

After a moment, Seunghun came downstairs and noticed the atmosphere. “Did I miss something?” he looked around and saw the car in the building. His eyes widened. “When did that happen?”

“A few moments ago, I almost got hit. But Hyunsuk saved me.” You explained.

Now it was Seunghun who smirked, which was weird because he could not know about your crush. Yonghee did because you told him. But Seunghun? You were not so close to him that you would tell him about that, even though you probably could do that and he would not tell anyone. But then you saw Hyunsuk glare at Seunghun who started to laugh. Could it be possible that you were not the only one who had a crush? Could it be that Hyunsuk also had feelings for you? Impossible.

“Can we leave?” you interrupted to not only change the topic but also the atmosphere.

Yonghee nodded and opened the door for you, and you sat down in the back seat. Seunghun sat down in the front seat, again grinning at Hyunsuk. Yonghee sat in the driver's seat, leaving Hyunsuk sitting in the backseat with you. You were not sure why you were suddenly nervous about it. It was not the first time you were sitting next to Hyunsuk. Perhaps it was the possibility that he had a crush on you, just like you had on him. Did that make you nervous?

You were opening your bag to look for your earphones, but you couldn’t find it. You must have sighed loudly as Yonghee asked if you were alright. “I must have forgotten my earphones. Now I can’t listen to music.” You groaned. It was something you loved the most about long trips. Watching the landscape pass by while listening to music. Watching the people outside the window live their lives, jumping around, dancing around or just sitting in their garden. And now you could not do that.

At least that was what you thought. You saw earphones being held in front of you. You looked up to see Hyunsuk offering his. “I don’t need mine right now. You can have them. I know you love to listen to music on long trips.” He smiled lightly.

You smiled. “Thank you.” You took them and took out your phone and started to play the music. This time to not only watch the world outside pass by but also to calm down your nerves and your beating heart.

At the next traffic light, you saw a familiar car next to you. You waved as you saw Jinyoung and Byounggon. They waved back and laughed. Jinyoung then called you. “Jinyoung, you’re interrupting my music.” You said, making everyone in the car laugh.

“I can sing to make it up to you.” He stuck out his tongue at you and you snorted. “I just wanted to let you know I have your favourite drinks. Shall I give it to you at the next gas station?” he held up the drink.

You smiled. “Yes, we will stop at the next gas station.” Jinyoung nodded and then your cars started again. You ended the phone call with Jinyoung and turned to Yonghee. “Jinyoung has a drink for me, can we stop at the next gas station for a second?” you asked.

“Of course, no problem.”

At the gas station, only you left the car to go to Jinyoung who was parking behind your car. He pulled down the window and held out the drink. “You’re an angel.” You said, taking a sip from the drink. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a pillow and you grinned. “I feel like a princess, today.” Jinyoung and Byounggon laughed. “Let’s go to Jeju Island, shall we, princess.” Byounggon jokingly added the nickname. “Be happy you are sitting away from me, or I would have hit you.” You said before leaving and returning to your car.

When you sat back into the atmosphere had completely changed. It was suddenly so thick, and no one was looking at each other. You were looking between the men, as Yonghee continued to the road. “What happened? I was gone for literally 2 minutes.”

But no one said, anything. “Alright…” you turned on your music again, and looked out the window, trying not to think about the bad atmosphere.

The whole car ride to Jeju Island, they stayed quiet, and no one said anything. You silently gave Hyunsuk your earphones. “Thank you again.” You smiled lightly, leaving the car. You walked over to Jinyoung. He looked at you. “Are you alright?”

“They are acting weird. Ever since the gas station, they haven’t talked with each other. Not even to me.” You looked back at the three who were taking out their suitcase from the truck. Yonghee and Seunghun walk to the hotel, talking with each other again. “I have to get my suitcase as well.” You said to Jinyoung before walking back to the car. Jinyoung and Byounggon already leaving for the hotel as well.

Hyunsuk looked at you and just wanted to help with your suitcase, but you were faster taking it out. “Will you close the car?” you asked Hyunsuk who was just nodding. He was acting weird. What happened in the short time you were talking with Jinyoung? You approached the hotel and heard Hyunsuk behind you.

“Jinyoung, Byounggon you two take a room?” Yonghee asked. The two hugged each other. “Yes.” Yonghee laughed. “Seunghun, you go with Hyunsuk?” Seunghun nodded, not as happy as Jinyoung and Byounggon. Yonghee held the key to you. “I hope you won’t mind us sharing.” You shook your head. “We have shared rooms before.” You took the key and the suitcase. Yonghee met Hyunsuk's eyes and turned around to join you.

Jinyoung turned to Hyunsuk. “Why don’t you tell her how you feel?”

Seunghun looked at Jinyoung. “Don’t. We already had that conversation in the car, it didn’t end well.” Seunghun took his bag and walked to the hotel room.

“How am I supposed to do that? I mean she probably likes Yonghee. They were close since school.”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow at Hyunsuk. “She is head over heels in love with you, and if you don’t see that. Look closely. Look how she looks at Yonghee, and how she looks at you.” Jinyoung said.

Byounggon nodded, “Her eyes are shining whenever you say anything. She smiles every single time you talk about something you love.” Byounggon added.

Hyunsuk sighed and nodded, following Seunghun to the room. “Hyung… I am sorry. I didn’t want to snap at you earlier. I was scared she could hear us.”

Seunghun nodded. “Even if, she would at least know how you feel. Perhaps she would have the courage to confess when you don’t.”

“How are you all so sure?” Hyunsuk sat down on the bed.

“Yonghee. He once told me, accidentally.” Seunghun explained. “And Jinyoung and Byounggon, probably see how she is looking at you.”

Hyunsuk looked up at Seunghun, who met his eyes. “Hyung?” Seunghun raised an eyebrow as an answer. “Do you think you can help me get her alone for a short moment? Perhaps at the beach?” Seunghun smiled. “Of course. With Yonghee’s help.”

You got comfortable in your room and listened to some plans Yonghee were thinking of doing.

“(Y/N)?” Yonghee then said. You turned to him. “How about we go to the beach? I have to unpack a little more, but perhaps you could go already. I saw you looking at the beach earlier.”

You smiled. “I have to unpack as well.” You turned back around but Yonghee took the sweater from your hand. “I will unpack for you. Enjoy the beach, take some photos.” He poked your nose and you chuckled.

“Okay.” You smiled, took your jacket, and left the room. Yonghee smiled and did unpack before going to the window, seeing Hyunsuk at the beach, and you slowly approaching.

Seunghun, Jinyoung and Byounggon entered Yonghee’s room and smiled while they also looked out the window.

As you approached the beach you saw Hyunsuk. You were confused, but you smiled.

Hyunsuk looked at you and approached you. “I think you know now why Yonghee insisted on you leaving alone?”

You chuckled. “Well, I know why, but I also don’t.”

Hyunsuk laughed. “You will. Just. Just give me a moment.”

You nodded. “Shall we go closer to the water?” you suggested and Hyunsuk nodded.

“I think you saw Seunghun and Yonghee smirk earlier when I saved you from the car?” Hyunsuk looked at you.

“Yes, they were not very subtle about it.” You explained.

“They have a reason,” Hyunsuk said and took a deep breath. “They know that I fell in love with you. And they know I was always terrified to tell you.” Hyunsuk admitted.

You stopped walking and looked at Hyunsuk who turned to you as he noticed you stopped walking. “You, what?”

“I fell in love with you, (Y/N). Head over heels actually.” Hyunsuk repeated. “I fell in love with how you look when you were listening to music and watching the landscape pass by. I fell in love with how your eyes started to shine whenever you were talking about some scientific facts. I fell in love with the way your laugh sounded, the funnier the joke, the harder your laugh. I fell in love with how you loved the rain and how you were never missing the opportunity to dance in it.” Hyunsuk confessed.

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you had to ignore it. In front of you stood the man you fell in love with, confessing to you, in the perhaps most beautiful way. You had to take all the courage to not mess this up.

“I fell in love with you too, Hyunsuk.” You heard yourself say.

Hyunsuk looked at you, and his smile grew. “Really?”

You approached him, and instead of taking steps away from you, he stood there watching your every step. “Really.” You responded. “I fell in love with your laugh, your voice and how you always cared for your friends. I loved you for a while, and Yonghee knew the whole time. I am pretty sure everyone knew it, except you.”

Hyunsuk chuckled. “Everyone did know, except me.”

You joined his laughing. Hyunsuk cupped your face and looked into your eyes. You did not remove your gaze from his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Hyunsuk asked.

You smiled. “You never have to ask for permission, Hyunsuk.”

This was all he needed to lean in for the kiss. You kissed him back by putting your arms around his waist. He put one of his hands through your hair, lingering at the back of your head. The other hands wandered to your waist. You both smiled into the kiss, not wanting to break it but eventually did as you heard both of your phone’s ring at the same time.

You laughed. “How much do we want to bet, it’s them in the group chat, watching us.”

Hyunsuk laughed as well. “We don’t have to bet. It is them for sure.”

You both took out your phones and saw the messages:

Seunghun: Finally!

Jinyoung: How cuuuuuute. Look at our maknae.

Byounggon: Our maknae grew up way too fast.

Yonghee: Good luck you two! Hyunsuk, break her heart and I break your bones.

You laughed.

“Yonghee is protecting you very well. Just know from now on, you have me to do that as well. And I don’t plan to ever hurt you” Hyunsuk said.

You grinned. “I know. Let’s go back and have dinner with them.”

Hyunsuk nodded and took your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Come, my love.” He grinned, as you smiled.

You loved him, more than you could ever describe it in words. And you knew, whatever life had in store, with him by your side, everything was going to be okay.

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[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating, She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

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[cutie-cix]

Hiii can I request a Hyunsuk x F Reader where they take eachothers virginities?

Only if you can! Thanks 🤭

Oh my gawdddd this right here

Also I hope you know I don’t do full length fics just HCs 😅

First time with Hyunsuk

MINORS DNI

You’ve gone on 3 dates with Hyunsuk, and he’s been really sweet

It took him til the 2nd date to kiss you, he’s kinda shy around you

But oh god, he’s been affecting you

Your last date ended with you making out until you got a phone call from your roommate who just got dumped and needed comforting, so you left to take care of them

Anyways, 4th date time:

He invites you over to the dorms while the others are out seeing a movie

He knows his members and would never ever have them around for a nice and proper date like this

He’s set the table nicely, got out candles and wine, and set up your favorite flowers in the middle of the table in a vase in your favorite color

You show up at his door and he answers, leaning against the door frame as he admires your outfit

“Wow”

“What?” You ask

“You just… you clean up real nice.”

You walk in and the kitchen smells amazing (he’s cooked for you)

After you finish eating (and have a little too much wine) you share a mini tiramisu he had bought earlier, him grabbing two spoons

You two end up feeding each other and blushing and smiling at each other

You’re sitting up on the counter and you pull him in for a kiss

He puts a hand down on the counter behind your thigh, caging you in

And oops you’re making out in his kitchen

He’s whimpering a little between kisses, you can tell he wants needs you

His lips are glued to yours, only parting to ask “bedroom?” To which you nod eagerly in response

You’re both a little bit tipsy to the point where you’re so giggly and pausing every now and then to just stare at each other before laughing

Honestly it’s really lazy & sleepy sex, but he’s just so loving and it shows

He’s such a gentleman, 100% makes you cum first and multiple times

Lots LOTS of praise, just wants you to know how stunning you are

Afterwards, he’s still sleepy and is just looking at you in awe

His eyes are so so pretty as they stare into yours

He says he’s going to stay awake til you fall sleep but once you brush your hands through his hair he’s out instantly

Ugh he’s so pretty while he sleeps

Pls tell him that when he wakes up

[restlessmaknae]

burn in love [y.h.s]

Do you know how the moth is attracted to the light despite the possibility of getting burnt? That’s how you and Hyunsuk were.

➳ Characters: angel!Hyunsuk x reader/you

➳ Genre: fantasy, angst, kind of mystery (there’s a twist at the end)

➳ Words: 0.7k

➳ Warning: a lot of fire-related expressions, major character death

➳ A/N: Someone watched the ‘458′ MV a bit too many times, oops...

You and Hyunsuk were like the moth and the light; you attracted each other, naturally gravitating towards each other without seemingly aware of the consequences. Because if a moth got close to the light, it could enjoy the warmth for a while.

The burn of being around him might have numbed your senses to be aware of it all, but deep down, you knew that it was dangerous.

(Yet oh so sweet.)

The first time you met, you saw the sparkles in his eyes, the ones that his innocent features hid. You, on the other hand, were a torch ready to burn out any minute, quite literally if you were not careful. He even kept his distance, but those sparkles never died out, and the more you were around each other, the more obvious it was that it was something that neither of you could explain. You were so different yet so similar, and the pain was sweet.

(Yet oh so bitter.)

Something kept pulling you towards him, may it be coincidence, fate or desire, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t resist. It was as if you had waited for so long to let the flame alight, and he was the one who threw the lighter onto the oil, setting it on fire. After that, there was no turning back. It was dizzying, electrifying and suffocating.

(Yet oh so tempting.)

You two were never meant to be, you knew that. But some things were better left unsaid, and the way he looked at you, the way he looked into you, it was worth thousands words either way. Deep down, you knew that it wasn’t right, that you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t do this especially to him, but he couldn’t stay away from you either, and after a while, it seemed that being apart was more excruciating than being together despite walking on thin ice, afraid of pushing this so far as to burn everything around you to the ground.

(Yet building something up in the meantime.)

Just like his white heart to your black one, there was just something so captivating about your differences, something sweet yet bitter, and something that tugged at your heart because of the fact, of the possibility that he could love someone like you, he was capable of that despite who you were. The other way around, it wasn’t so surprising. After all, he had never done anything wrong, he was pure and oh so kind.

(Yet he couldn’t know that he was doing the worst thing by being so kind.)

Eventually, the closer the moth gets to the light and the more it stays, the hotter it is until nothing is left, just a lifeless creature burnt to the ground in the shadow of the blinding light.

That’s what happened to you, too, but he couldn’t have known that. If he had been aware, he would have never stayed.

Because you had long lost your feathers and why keep them when they had turned all black? Why tell an angel that you had been one yourself, that you had fallen from Heaven when you didn’t intend to go back anymore? Why make someone believe that they could protect you when you had already sinned, and Heaven always found a way to keep things in balance? Why risk it when you could have endangered him, causing him to fall from grace?

When angels sin, they fall from Heaven and become human, entering the world of mundanes, the one they were ordered to protect before. This way, they can have a second chance if they live accordingly and re-enter Heaven.

If they don’t, and they sin again or they commit a grave sin such as making an angel fall for them, they die.

They die just like the moth getting too close to the light, enjoying its warmth until it burns. It’s like being in love and drowning in it at the same time, it’s like when your heart that’s keeping you alive stops and you fall to the ground, coughing up black feathers, and that’s when the realisation hits him.

The realisation that an angel and a fallen angel should have never fallen in love.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story! It means a lot to me! ❤️ I hope you’ve enjoyed it and liked the little twist at the end. I know I’m evil, but what can I say? The white vs black feathers in the ‘458′ inspired me a lot.

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️    

[kyufessions]

staring problem

pairings: boyfriend! hyunsuk x g.n. reader

genre: just fluff 🥺

word count: 0.3k

a/n: saw cix in concert again recently and let’s just say hyunsuk stares heavy so ,, i wrote this 🤭

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

cix taglist: n/a

“babe?”

“hm?”

“you’re doing it again.”

his cheeks heating up from embarrassment, hyunsuk continues staring at you admiringly with the corner of his lips turned into a smile. “no i’m not.”

you quickly turn your head to the left to look up to him, catching his eyes darting from you back to the television screen. leaning up and placing a quick peck to his chin, you snuggle back into his chest under the large fuzzy blanket you left at his place for moments like this. even before officially dating hyunsuk, you’d catch him staring at you from time to time. whenever you knew he was in the room, if you ever felt eyes on you, you just knew it was him.

it wasn’t long before you felt his eyes on you again, playfully elbowing him as you looked back at him again. this time, he just stared at you dumbfounded. “what was that for?”

“come on, baby.” you respond as you bring your hand up to his cheek. “i can feel when you stare at me.”

the tips of his ears turn red as he smiles innocently, his dimples making an appearance. “you do?”

nodding, you let out a small laugh and peck his lips softly. “we’ve been together long enough, i think i’d know by now.”

hyunsuk points to his lips, tapping his finger on his pouty bottom lip. “that was too quick.”

you shake your head, turning back around and shrugging your shoulders. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

before you knew it, you felt his fingers tickling your sides as he peppered the side of your neck with kisses. your laughs meshed together, bouncing off the wall as you eventually ended up underneath him in defeat as his hands held your wrists down to the wooden floor. for a few moments you both just laughed, dying down to just a chuckle when you both just stared at one another admiringly. slowly, hyunsuk leans into where your faces are mere inches apart with your lips brushing against one another’s ever so lightly.

“who has the staring problem now?” he whispers, chuckling afterwards when you flick his arm gently and pull him down by his collar to have his lips meet yours.

[yong-jelly]

Making out with cix when they’re horny? 👀

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g!n reader x cix

warnings: nsfw! (minors dni)

a/n: CIX BRAINROT AAA these were supposed to just be bullets but i got a littttle carried away hehe

‧₊˚. byounggon

you had suddenly straddled him while he was working on music at his desk, arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him stupidly. he'd be a bit stunned at first, letting out a "woah, you okay, hun?" — but when you whispered into his ear how needy you were, a flip would switch in his head and he'd be all over you right away. his plush lips moved in sync with yours as you let him take the lead, his hands finding the tops of your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. you couldn't help but moan into his mouth and the sound would only spur him on further. his hands would travel up your hips until they were pressed against your lower back where your shirt had ridden up slightly, drawing tiny circles on the exposed skin. he'd use his grip on you to help rock you in his lap, happily swallowing your moans with every brush of your hips against his.

"i'm gonna make you feel so good."

‧₊˚. seunghun

it'd start off with sleepy morning kisses, both of you still comfy in bed and barely awake. you'd be pressed close against his chest to salvage as much warmth as possible in the cold room, your lips moving lazily against his. one of his hands would tightly be gripping your waist as the kiss heats up, smoothly slipping his tongue into your mouth. you'd ride your hands up under his shirt, drawing patterns on his stomach, fingers dancing across his chest. your hands turn him on so much and he'd get hard from only that; you exploring his body. he'd roll onto his back, pulling you on top of him before latching his lips to your jaw, nipping at your sweet spots, and then he'll trail his kisses back up to your swollen lips. the way he rut up into your core drove you crazy, your hands finding solace on his shoulders to ground you.

"i want you so bad, baby," he'd let out in a breathy moan. and what he wants, he gets.

‧₊˚. yonghee

i feel like it'd start out super innocent. probably just watching a show in his bed, or taking a nap together. you feel him shift closer to you before resting his head on your shoulder — and then you feel his gaze on you. you'd look down at him and give him a soft smile before turning back to the screen — but then he'd lift his head and his hand would come up to your chin, turning your face back towards him, capturing your lips before you could even think. this kiss was needier than they usually are between you two and you couldn't stop the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach as his hand moved to hold the back of your neck. he would help you lay down gently before moving on top of you in one swift movement, never once breaking the kiss. yonghee rarely initiated intimacy like this and you knew that he had to have been really pent up to get to this point. you could feel his erection poking your thigh as he pressed himself against you, airy moans leaving his mouth as you reach up to tangle your hands in his hair and pull him even closer to you.

‧₊˚. jinyoung

jinyoung had his lips on yours the moment he had walked through that door. maybe sending him pics of you in only your underwear while he was working hadn't been the best idea — because now he was going to eat you alive. he'd run his fingers through your hair and tilt your head back in the process to expose your neck to him, lightly biting and kissing your skin — just enough to make you needy but not enough to bruise. your hands would be tightly clasped onto his jacket, unable to control your moans as he licked over a particularly hard bite before grabbing both of your cheeks in his hands and slamming his lips against yours again. he'd walk you back towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his thigh. you were already riled up by his lips, and the contact between your heat and the muscles of his thigh was enough to punch a moan out of you, dropping your head against his shoulder.

"none of that, prince(ss). i want to see how i make you fall apart."

‧₊˚. hyunsuk

you can immediately tell when hyunsuk is horny — he doesn't even try to hide it. he becomes so touchy and clingy and if you're not giving him attention, he'll follow you around the house like a dejected puppy. once you're finished with your tasks, you'll finally give him your attention, standing up on your tippy-toes to press a light and sweet kiss to his lips. when i tell you he'd literally whine when you pull away, grip your hips before you could slip off, and pull you in again ten times harder. he'd turn into putty in your hands when you slip your hands under his shirt and run your fingernails lightly down his back. the kiss would be so desperate, quiet gasps leaving your lips as he slowly backs you up against the wall. one of his arms would come up to cage you in, your senses only filled with the scent of his cologne and his soft lips on yours. he'd break the kiss to whisper all the things he wanted to do to you right then and there, his warm breath fanning your sensitive ears, sending shivers down your spine.

[acaiasahi]

✶ someone else peels your perilla leaves ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure's reaction when someone helps their s/o peel their perilla leaves.

info. fluff + angst, treasure x gn!reader

warnings. jealousy, mentions silent treatment once (1) LOL, grammatical errors, lowercase and smaller text intended! again, sorry for the grammatical errors lolzies

[ explanation. ] peeling pickled perilla leaves whilst eating in korean culture is seen as an intimate thing, something couples usually do.

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . the boys truly love you and see you something close to a mother figure ever since hyunsuk had introduced you. knowing this, your sweet boyfriend invited the members to go out to eat as a treat from the two of you. hyunsuk actually encouraged them to order whatever they wanted and in his words, "it was on him," so... naturally they got everything off the menu. once the pickled perilla leaves came out, you had asked jihoon for help when peeling them but he quickly declined and told his hyung to help you out. hyunsuk didn't even know that the boys ordered it but was more than willing to help you! "did you as jihoon to peel them? nevermind, doesn't matter. i'll do it for you sweetheart! (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)"

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . jihoon left to go use the bathroom, meaning you were alone with the other members. not that you minded though, you were flying from topic to topic, bonding over things you never pinned yoshinori to like but here you are! when he had come back, your food had already been served and y'all had dug in. getting closer to the table, he'd seen yoshi helping you peel the perilla leaves he'd ordered. "hey! why're you peeling my s/o's leaves yoshi? >:(" "huh, wdym hyung???!!" completely forgetting that the young-in was foreign, he lets it's slide and calmly tells him how peeling someone's perilla leaves is kind of an intimate thing to do. yoshi backed off and nudged the dish to you and jihoon. "i can't believe you were gonna let him peel that for you pft (¬_¬)" "pARK JIHOON I DIDNT KNOWWW!!! ヽ(｀○´)/"

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . while in the midst of making food with the boys, you decided to to taste the pickled perilla leaves you took part in making. asking yoshi for help with peeling them, he sent junkyu due to him being busy making the crepe batter. "kyu, why are you here? i thought i called yoshi?" junkyu just shrugs and asks what you need help with and when you'd told him that you needed help with the peeling, he told you the meaning behind it, excusing himself and fetched yoshi. "hYUNG???!! YOU WANTED ME TO HELP Y/N PEEL THE PERILLA LEAVES WTFFF!!?!? ｡ﾟﾟ(」｡≧□≦)」" cue confused yoshinori, "whywhywhywhy? what happened? O.o" shoos him away to help you, when he gets there he's still confused and asked why junkyu acted that way. "honey, it's kind of seen like a... couple's thing to do LOL" is completely taken aback but helps you nonetheless. "can't believe i asked kyu to help ACK ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ"

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . helps you before anyone else can. there's no chance in hell where he'd find someone else peeling your perilla leaves. if he did, he's absolutely flabbergasted. "babe, why is mashiho doing that for you? ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )" "you weren't here kyu...???? you were literally *insert some place far*???" acts like you cheated on him LOL the type to shove whoever it was, grab chopsticks and help you WHILE muttering nonsense. "can't believe this ROOKIE was peeling it for you... whack... I'M A PRO BABE!!! you knew this (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥) always ask me for help next time, okay???!!!?!? (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)" safe to say that no one but junkyu had helped you peel your perilla leaves!

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . doesn't personally see a problem with it, honestly the chillest out of everyone. especially if he sees jaehyuk peeling the perilla leaves... my mans has absolutely nothing to worry about. he's pretty confident in your relationship and has a lot of trust in you and his members!!! "hey love! what're u up to? ooh perilla leaves... YUM!!! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡" more invested in the leaves then jaehyuk using his chopsticks to peel them... LOL! if on the rare occasion he gets jealous, he doesn't make a big deal and asks whoever, in this case jaehyuk, if he could take over. the whole situation goes smooth, basically a win-win in his eyes! :3

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . is gloomy when you ask asahi for help. for a better visual, he has a thundering cloud over his head and is slumped over with his head hung low. this mf the type to act like you committed a crime, "how could you, y/n?! (╯︵╰,)" you're so concerned that you politely ask asahi to stop and usher jaehyuk to come over and do it for you. you definitely console jaehyuk and tell him that he's the only person you'll ask for help from now on... did that make his sadness disappear as soon as the words left your lips? yeah... is he so hopelessly in love with you that he was lowkey overreacting for your coddling? yeah...!!!

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . like mashi, honestly doesn't mind. it's just food but if he got to choose, he personally would do it for you. he trusts the members as if they were his own biological family and knows that they're not helping you with impure intentions. it actually makes him really happy that he gets to see you get along with people he surrounds himself with everyday. he also knows that the members view you as family and vice versa and who was he to keep you from that? if he saw you asking yedam for help with peeling the perilla leaves, he watched yedam enthusiastically give a helping hand and that makes him proud. he's very confident in your relationship and loves you lots (´∩｀。)

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . not that he doesn't trust doyoung, i mean they've trained hours upon hours with the another, how could they not form a bond? but doyoung's also notoriously known for being a flirt and when he lent a hand with the perilla leaves, without any ill intentions of course, yedam still felt that little green monster eat him up. he calms down once you politely refuse and call yedam over to help you. swells with pride when he sits next to you and peels the leaves with care and a big ol' smile on his pretty little face. "damie... stop acting jealous LOLOL" "am nOT Y/N!!! (|||❛︵❛.)"

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . gets insecure when haruto asks if you need help peeling them. when you allow him, there's a permanent frown etched onto his face as he watches your eyebrows furrow together to peel the leaves apart. definitely the type to be petty and give you the silent treatment bc he's a shrimp BUTTT when you finally ask why he ignored you during the whole time you two + the members ate, he'll spill and you're quick to tell him that you didn't mean any harm and that you just needed help. like jaehyuk, you let him know that you'll ask for his help from now on... def became all cocky about it out of nowhere like bro..??? you were just like (◞‸◟；) LOLOL

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . chill guy #3 lowkey could care less, whether he knows the meaning or not, he honestly doesn't mind. kinda views it as just food and doesn't take it to heart. like the rest of the boys, he trusts you full and whole heartedly, but ruto's human n therefore, feels jealous sometimes, especially when it comes to you. on the rare occasion he does get jealous, he'll communicate that. you can definitely tell the switch in character when he sees jeongwoo picking the perilla leaves for you but he'll say something nonchalant like "i can do it jeongwoo don't worry" n that's that. "were you jealous... ruto...??? 「(°ヘ°)" "mmm yeah, i was lolz (｡◝‿◜｡)"

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . confused bc... that should be him but why... is... junghwan... picking... the... leaves... for... you... (´｀;) ？"i can do that for you, sweetheart!" does that big ol' smile he does that shows all teeth and bats his eyes... you brush it off as him being normal but when jaehyuk pulls you aside and tells you how woo was feeling, tell me why you're the smug one...??!! you tease him for it, lightheartedly of course, but you tie it all up in a bow by saying that he has nothing to worry about, he's the only one you want. "were u trying to flirt with me earlier, woo? •̀.̫•́✧" "literally no wtf haha what r u talking abt...?? haha... yeah maybe i was lolz... ヾ(｡ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ﾉﾞ"

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . actually doesn't mind that his hyung is helping you, thinks it's pretty cute when he sees hyunsuk hold one of the leaves down as you peel the one on top of it. like sahi, he knows his hyungs view as family, like the second maknae and they LOVE to baby the two of you. junghwan views it as his hyunsuk being like a dad to you and can't get enough of it! all smiles on his end, he thinks you're so cute when he sees you and hyunsuk's face scrunched up in concentration. wants to etch that exact moment on the inside of his brain and keep it in a folder (it's definitely not called 'y/n + hyungs ☆ ～(‘▽^人)'"

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trsr - realizing they love you

pairing: hyung + middle trsr line x gn!reader

prompt: request from anon: hi! can i request treasure realizing that they love you?  like you’re in a relationship with them and they realize that they love you? thank you!!

warnings: just fluff (+ vague food mentions & skinship). intentional lowercase + no proofreading!!

daisy’s notes: i took three months to write this. anon if u are still here, i am SO sorry!!! i ended up cutting out the maknae line because i felt uncomfy writing them + i think they were the reason i was being tripped up for so long :( sorry!!

choi hyunsuk

hyunsuk realizes it when you fall asleep on him one night. it isn’t the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last, but you’ve always supported him unconditionally and make time for him when it works with him. part of him feels like it might be a little unfair that you have to work by his schedule most of the time, but he always gets the reassurance that one day it’ll be easier and that keeps him going. sometimes you sleep over when he doesn’t have to worry about a schedule too early the next morning (he and his friends have become experts at sneaking you out, though) just to spend some extra time with him. he’ll be working on his own assignments while you sit on his bed and work on your own. there’s no pressure to make conversation when he needs to focus, and your presence alone is calming.

sometimes the two of you check in with each other, sometimes taking a few minutes for a break, but nothing to stop you completely from working. there always comes a point where he’ll bring his laptop over to his bed, sitting beside you to finish off his work so that you can snuggle closer to his side. he just... looks up and realizes how much he loves you when he finds that you’ve dozed off against his shoulder again. he’ll always gently nudge you away when you do, setting aside his things when his work is done, and telling you that you can go back to sleep after the two of you lie down. he’ll always lean forward to give you a little forehead kiss and apologize for working too much, even if it’s always met with you just being glad you’re there with him.

park jihoon

jihoon is busy--that much both of you are fully aware of. which means, despite the fact he’d like time for you, he rarely gets it (and it frustrates him, to be honest: it feels so unfair to you that he can’t openly spend time with you unless he’s on a break). but sometimes you’ll be let into the dorm without him knowing, and sometimes you’ll just... pretty much hang out in his room while he’s focused on his work. he’s used to people sometimes coming in to check on him when he’s really busy, so he honestly just doesn’t notice while he’s trying to keep up on his coursework. but the third time you came back into his room with a snack and his refilled water bottle (when did you even grab that?), he realizes it and apologizes immediately for not greeting you properly.

but you just give him a kiss on the cheek and ask him how his day has been, how his classes are going, an so forth. it just makes him realize how much you care about him--which isn’t to say he isn’t cared for by anyone else or that he thought you didn’t care about him. it’s different with someone he doesn’t live with and someone who makes room in their own schedule to be with him. yet you check on him every day, either with the rare in person visit or your typical texts, just to make sure he’s taking care of himself. he just loves you. and that feels right to say that he does. he’ll have to bring his studies over to your place one day so he can dote on you for once. its your turn to be cared for.

kanemoto yoshinori

despite being a ball of sunshine and kindness, yoshi sometimes gets into bad moods. everyone’s capable of it, but his friends usually picked up on it whenever he was stressed. maybe from classes, maybe he just woke up and felt off, but it was clear he needed either a person to confide in or a little bit of space until he was ready for that.

unless he got texts from you. maybe it’d be a selfie, or a picture of flowers you saw on a walk, or a dog you saw, and it was like his entire day changed. he liked sending you pictures in turn, too, of things he’d want to show you later. it takes a few times of it happening for the others to pick up on just how fast his mood changed, and hyunsuk jokingly calls him whipped before saying that he really does change--only for the rest of the group to agree. yoshi’s always been sweet, but on a bad day there’s nothing that picks him up faster than you. he really loves you, doesn’t he? and that’s how he realizes it. he loves you because you’re dating, sure, but that’s always been different from capital-L Love in his mind. but he does capital-L Love you, and that’s what makes him realize it.

kim junkyu

junkyu realizes it when you come to visit him one day. he’s waiting at the bus stop for you, watching for your bus to come in when he sees you. you have headphones on, and you look a little bored. he waves excitedly, hoping to get your attention, and yet you don’t. for a minute, he’s hurt by it: you were too focused on putting away your headphones and getting things in order, sure, but he thought you might have been watching for him.

then you step off that bus and you smile so wide at him that every bit of hurt disappears. he swears his heart swells at just how happy you are to see him, and he realizes it right then and there that he’s in love with you and always wants to see that smile. you run to greet him, and he hugs you so tight and peppers kisses onto your face--judging people be damned. he doesn’t get to see you every day, so he might as well take full advantage of having you right there in front of him. he’ll keep kissing you when you’re back at his place, but he tells you he loves you and holds your hand so tightly.

takata mashiho

mashiho realized he loved you when he realized just how much you cared for him. it was clear in the way that you’d make sure he was eating well, that he was staying hydrated and healthy and taking care of himself when things were getting rockier in his life. but one day he had asked you for a bit of space, just for a few hours, and you immediately told him that you’d be right there if he needed you--all he had to do was text you and you’d be there. he didn’t have to put up a front, to act as though he was okay. he could just be himself with you.

in the end he ended up texting you if he could come over later, and he ended up cuddled into your arms. his rough day seemed so distant when you held him, just letting him be quiet for a bit and enjoy your company. that was the moment he realized it: he didn’t have to just be happy, sweet mashiho who was funny and loving and caring toward the people in his life. he was just your mashiho, flaws and all.

yoon jaehyuk

you put the color back into his day. despite being known among his friends as one of the happiest, sweetest people they knew, jaehyuk had his off days. sometimes it was tiring to wake up and immediately have to be sunshine-y, and he’d feel those days from the moment his alarm went off. he’d drag himself out of bed and start getting ready for his day, and soon enough he’d hear his phone chime with a message from you reminding him to take care of himself.

all it took was seeing your face or whatever picture you sent him from your morning walk to class for things to start feeling right again. even if he’d feel off for a while after, your mere existence brightened his world up when he felt like it was starting to gray. he’d always text you back with a promise to eat a filling breakfast and a wish for you to take care of yourself in turn, and he’d always smile to himself when you sent back a plethora of hearts in response.

hamada asahi

asahi realized he loved you when he realized just how right things were. sometimes that came in the form of idly drawing things that reminded him of you whenever you pushed your way into his thoughts. other times, he’d be out and he’d see something small that he knew you’d love, and he’d either take a picture or buy it for you just to see the way your eyes lit up when he gave it to you.

it didn’t fully click until one day when you took a nap with him. he woke up before you did, and he looked at you with sleep-ridden eyes and it just... hit him how natural all of it seemed to feel. it felt like you had always been right there by his side, even though he hadn’t known you all his life. like things were right when you were around, because you knew him well and loved him for all that he was. it was sweet, and he smiled to himself before taking a picture of your sleeping face just to immortalize the moment.

bang yedam

he didn’t have the words for you anymore.

yedam could be a romantic, and he knew that for a fact. sometimes he wrote love songs for you, endless words at his fingertips to build lyric and melody that painted a picture of how much he loved you. he wrote songs for you before he dated you, too, to cope with the crushing stage until he discovered the feeling was mutual. everywhere he went, there was always you on the back of his mind and an itching urge to dedicate one more song to you (there always always the urge for one more song to say how he felt).

and then one day, the words stopped coming. at first, it was distressing until he realized there were no words to describe what you meant to him. he could try to pen them down, but nothing felt right. like nothing would be enough to illustrate how he felt about you. he could craft metaphor after metaphor in a song for you, but they couldn’t touch the reality of his feelings.

and after a while, he was okay with that. you were beyond words, and he loved that about you--on top of everything else.

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20 — Y/NSUK STARTS OVER (WRITTEN!)

you ran as quickly as your legs could take you, not letting the fact that it was raining stop you from running to choi hyunsuk.

panting, puffing and completely drenched from the rain, you made it to the apartment complex, wobbling to the familiar door before ringing the bell and leaning against the wall.

and just like you hoped for, choi hyunsuk was the one who opened the front door, eyes widening as you gasped for a breath, your hand on your knees.

"oh…? oh … hi there." you struggled to form the words. "just give me a minute. need a breather."

"what are you doing here?" you'd be lying if you said hyunsuk's harsh tone didn't hurt you, but maybe this was how you deserved to be treated after everything you said and did.

"i, uh, wanted to talk to you," you replied, taking deep breaths. "and apologize too," you added.

"so, you ran from your place to mine? in the rain?"

"yeah, pretty much, yes."

hesitance flashed through hyunsuk's eyes before he shook his head, scoffing. "and you couldn't bring an umbrella with you?" he muttered.

before you could get another word out, hyunsuk walked back inside the house, leaving you outside. you sucked in a breath, rubbing your hands to fight the cold as you wondered what to do.

almost ten seconds later, hyunsuk came into view again, tilting his head. if you weren't gasping for air, you probably would've been able to see the concern he had for you behind the cold, expressionless front he had put up.

"i left the door open for a reason, you know? so what … are you gonna come inside or not?"

accepting the invitation in a heartbeat, you quickly followed behind hyunsuk, getting a start on the apology speech you had put together during your run.

“hyunsuk, i just wanted to say i am–” you paused, seeing him hold up a hand to stop your talk. “yeah?”

“just dry yourself off and get changed first,” hyunsuk stated, throwing a bundle of clothes in your direction. “you are getting my carpet wet.”

you took a deep breath, nodding as you walked in the direction he pointed at. entering the bathroom, you let out a breath you were holding, struggling to keep in the tears.

okay, maybe i deserve it, you tried to convince yourself. but does he have to be this rude?

“let him know, y/n. that’s why you ran all the way here. to apologise and let him know how much he means to you.” you stared at the reflection in the bathroom mirror, giving yourself a word of encouragement before walking out.

you froze upon seeing yoshi and jihoon, awkwardly fidgeting your fingers as you wondered how to walk to hyunsuk’s room when they were standing in front of it.

“… dude, that’s not right at all.” you flinched as jihoon raised his voice. “y/n ran all the way in the rain and you really going to fucking tell her she’s getting the carpet wet?!”

oh, they are talking about me.

“suk, i’ve been on your side every time, but this was too far,” yoshi reasoned, more soft-spoken than jihoon. “i know you wanna put up this bad-boy act and pretend you don’t care for y/n and all, but have you considered what she wanted to tell you? because no one runs in the rain just to apologise to someone, hyunsuk.”

not wanting anyone to scold him more because of you, you shut the bathroom door loudly, letting everyone know of your presence. hyunsuk nodded at the other two, wordlessly assuring he’ll drop the act.

ah, yes. the choi hyunsuk being ‘rude’ was just an act — surprise, surprise!

you walked into his room, standing by his desk as he closed the door. you opted to stand even after he gestured you to sit on his bed, taking deep breaths as you gathered the words you wanted to say.

and you said them. everything that bothered you and everything that was in your heart, you told him.

“… i’m just rambling here, but all i want to say is i’m really sorry behaving the way i did,” you apologized, not expecting yourself to get emotional. “i really like you, hyunsuk, and i hope we can start over.”

your heart was at your throat as hyunsuk stood from his place, taking a step towards you. a small smile painted his face as he reached out softly, wiping away your tears before pulling you into his arms.

“i’m sorry for being a dick too,” he muttered, patting your back in assurance. “and i would love to start over whatever this is. i promise, no more secrets this time.”

you pulled away from the hug, cracking a relieved smile. “well, then … uh, hi. i’m y/n and i am from daegu. i used to study in canada, but i moved back because i was homesick,” you stated. “i used to be best friends with this guy called daniel choi. i wonder how he’s doing now.”

hyunsuk laughed at your last comment, shaking his head. “hi, i’m choi hyunsuk and i’m from daegu too!” he mimicked your introduction. “this might be crazy, but i think i might be the daniel choi you are looking for,” he spoke, pointing at the polaroid of you two when you were younger on his wall.

“oh, my gosh. that’s us!”

“yep, that is. how could i ever forget the girl i married when i was six?”

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opia || y.hs (XI)

♖ pairing: dancer!hyunsuk x designer!reader

♖ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♖ word count: 1.9k

♖ warnings: insecurity, lots of unnecessary words

♖ opia (n.): the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

♖ a/n: yaaaay we're reaching the end 👏👏👏

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yn silently sniffled, having gotten most of her more violent sobs out of her system, and now was merely shaking off the remaining bits of sadness which lingered.

She couldn't even decipher if it truly was sadness. Perhaps, like all things, it wasn't just a black and white matter, but a gray one almost.

Tears of sadness for the fact that she was so determined to denounce her friendship with Hyunsuk, revoke her feelings for him as if it were merely a bandaid which could be yanked off in one swift motion. Because it would allow her to run away from her feelings for at least a little bit longer. Though she never really stopped to consider Hyunsuk's perspective. Mainly due to the fact that it seemed so otherworldly to even assume Hyunsuk would ever truly like her.

Hyunsuk.

The man who swept away the audience tonight.

The man who was loved by the entire student population, including herself.

The man who for some reason truly did love her right back.

Tears of joy, that at the end of it all, after all of her self deprecating thoughts and ceaseless doubts, he came forth and stood as an exception. A testament of what she believed could never occur in her lifetime. He looked at her, and his gaze alone seemed to carry the intensity of one thousand suns, his utter devotion to yn at that very moment near staggering that if she were to have been standing, she most likely would have collapsed from the sheer vigor in his stare.

Another sniffle came from her as she smiled. Stray tears still slid down her face as she pressed her forehead onto the cold glass beside her.

Tears of frustration. Frustration at herself, that even with all of this laid out before her, she still felt that inner conflict. Even as Hyunsuk had given her his feelings, shown her exactly what she had been silently speculating on, she still felt confused. Confused on why he could ever like her, confused on what she was to do, confused on what would happen now.

Hurting Hyunsuk was the last thing she wanted to do, but at this point, she didn't know which route to take. Whether to deny him immediately, or accept and give him a broken heart later on. Just as Albrecht had suffered when Giselle's own heart had failed on her.

And as she silently wished for some reprieve, a conclusion to this torrent of emotions and thoughts, a knock at the door brought yn back to the present, glancing over and seeing Hyunsuk peeking through the now ajar entryway of the classroom.

"Hyunsuk?" She spoke lowly, sitting up in surprise whilst wiping away the moisture on her face. "What are you doing here?"

He blinked, taking in her form in the lowlight offered from the hallway. And as calmly as ever, he padded closer to her, gentle smile adorning his face.

"Well, I lost you for a bit," he began, sinking onto the empty spot beside her on the windowsill. His eyes had wandered away from yn, now staring at his crossed hands over his lap. "I was worried."

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, but he shook his head.

"I found you at the end, so it's okay."

It was silent for a moment, yn watching as he twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly, back pressed against the window. He had a serene expression, almost monotone if it weren't for the gentleness of his eyes, as if finally resting after having found her. She bit her lip, feeling another wave of tears threaten to expel from her, yet she still found herself asking the question, weakening her resolve ever so slightly.

"Is it true?" He glanced over to her as she spoke, eyebrows lifted in confusion. "That… it was for me?" Hyunsuk snickered, a soft, breathy laugh as he heard her words.

"Well, that depends on whether you liked it or not." He joked, though after seeing her still staring expectantly, he sighed, calming himself before proceeding. "It was."

There was a beat of silence as he answered, biting down on his lips after his confession.

"Like I said, I felt I really resonated with Albrecht. I understood him. I understood how in love with Giselle he was. That he loved her so tragically, he wound up killing her with it. And at the end, rather than resenting him, she forgave him, understood him, and loved him just as much."

He tilted his head, eyes trained on the small space between them, his fingers scraping at the chipping paint.

"I just… She reminded me so much of you." yn's breath stuttered, brows creasing as she heard his words. A tear had already slid away, but she hoped he wouldn't notice, eyes averted away from her. "She was so kind and vibrant in everything she did. Loved by everyone. So passionate in dancing that not even her mom could talk her out of it, even though she knew it was detrimental to her heart."

Hyunsuk smiled, smoothing his thumb over the windowsill, the brown spot now revealed beneath the white paint.

"She was so brave in everything she did. Even after she died, standing up to the willies to protect Albrecht. So forgiving, to protect the man who literally brought her to her death."

He paused for a moment, sinking into his thoughts before continuing.

"So yes. It was. It was all for you." He concluded, grinning as he finished stating everything he thought he needed to say. "I guess it's not really necessary since it's so obvious, but I really do lo–" He stopped as he looked up, smile fading away as he saw streams of tears coursing down yn's face, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold herself back, but failed nevertheless.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He shuffled closer to her, sliding his arms around her and pulling her against him, where she began to outright sob, body trembling with the overwhelming emotions all but attacking her at once.

Sadness, joy, frustration.

Guilt, doubt, fear.

Yearning, anxiety, stress.

Yet as she buried herself into Hyunsuk's chest, cheek pressed against his rapidly thudding heart, the material of the jacket she sewed for him rubbing against her face, she found one overarching emotion. One which trumped all the others. One which was there the entire time. One which she had disregarded in lieu of the others, though now ran rampant, belittling everything within her as it stood triumphantly at the forefront of her person.

"I love you." She mumbled against him, draping her arms around his torso and holding him close. Her tears were endless, soaking the white cloth beneath her, though she couldn't care less. She ripped off that bandage, and instead of running away, she clung harder onto him, bearing her emotions to Hyunsuk.

Shudders ran up and down her body, her breathing growing heavier as the silence grew longer and longer. And when she was about to pull away, the second thoughts plaguing her mind, making her believe that she had misinterpreted everything and he truly did not love her, she felt his hand rest on her shoulder.

A soothing rub that seemed to quell her anxieties, until then his other joined, slowly bringing her against him. His forehead pressed into her hair, moisture seeping through her follicles as he himself cried at her words.

"I love you, too." He laughed in disbelief, pulling her until she was nestled in between his legs, cradling yn with a wide, adoring smile. She followed suit, laughing through her tears as she momentarily pulled away, gazing up at his now reddened face.

"Why are you crying?"

"I literally perform an entire ballet I've dedicated to you, you disappear off the face of the earth, everyone is on a manhunt looking for you, I'm the one who finds you crying in an empty room, and after telling you everything I feel about you, you cry even harder." He explains, smile never leaving his face as he sputters out the events of his night. "I'd be more surprised if I had come out of all this NOT crying."

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, resting her face in his neck to try and hide her grin, but he could feel the warmth of her cheeks pressing into his jaw.

"You're forgiven."

They remained like that for a few more moments, thriving in each other's warmth, cherishing the sudden calm after the storm. Though her many emotions still stirred within her, worries of what was to come later on, she allowed herself to rest, slowly but surely processing everything. Understanding that the person she rested against, whose presence once felt near daunting, though now was the most comforting soul in her life, was indeed her…

"Hyunsuk…" She whispered, to which he hummed. "What are we?"

"We're…" He paused, voice suddenly stopping as he stiffened beneath her. "Oh…" After a silence passed, Hyunsuk leapt to his feet, dragging yn with him until they stood before each other, hands tangled in the others as he looked down to her. His tears had long dried since before, reverting back to the happy form she was so accustomed to. And with that endearing grin of his, he squeezed her hands in his. "yn, I feel like I'm doing everything backwards. Dedicating something I've worked tirelessly on to you and only you, then confessing my love for you, and now…" She giggled alongside him, the both of them feeling terribly nervous, though disregarding their current concerns as he pressed on. "yn… Would you grant me the honor… of allowing me to be your boyfriend?"

She broke out into a fit of laughter, smiling so wide it almost hurt as she nodded frantically, a fluttery sensation overwhelming her as he pulled her closer, pressing his forehead onto hers as they revealed in the moment. The peace which settled amongst them after bearing their emotions, professing their love for one another.

"Can I do one thing in the correct order?" He asked, to which she nodded.

He pulled his head away from hers, lifting his hand to her chin and tilting her head back to look at him. He paused, taking a moment to gaze into her eyes, a smile twitching onto his face with every passing second. He gravitated closer to her, pressing his nose to hers as he gave her a moment to separate, to back away if she truly didn't want this.

If she didn't want him.

Yet instead, she turned her head to the side, silently granting him permission to lean forward, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. A soft exchange filled with smiles and touching, his hand brushing her face and pulling her closer to him, her arms wrapped around him in a tender embrace. And as simple as it was, it felt like the last piece of the puzzle in her mind, Hyunsuk's pure adoration for yn being spoken so clearly through his actions, as if a silent assurance to soothe her remaining worries.

That he's just as lost as her, though so very happy she gave him a chance. That he understands her fears, promising he'd never hurt her for as long as he lives, and then some. That through all of her doubts and anxieties, the one constance she can be sure of is that he truly, genuinely, undoubtedly loves her with all of his being.

And even after they separated, locking eyes once more, his promises continued to soothe her heart, unspoken yet so very present that it was undeniable.

She'd chosen to follow her heart, and he was going to make sure she would never regret her decision.

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[goddamnosamu]

Can I request a fluffy treasure jihoon imagine/fic?

Pairing: non-idol!jihoon x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1205 words

Warning: its too cute it might kill you

a/n: i am off to college in a few weeks and i honestly cant comprehend it to the point where i don’t want to think about anything so i ended up pushing a lot of work aside BUT i am hopefully back. As a sorry gift, this is a very fluffy fic i thought about while watching treasure map (i miss them so much SOBS) so enjoy this fic and hopefully, i could get back to giving yall fics every week!! 

“Hurry up jihoon, or else you’ll be late for your date!” hyunsuk yelled outside his room while jihoon was still struggling to figure out what to wear for your 1st date. You and Jihoon have known each other for quite some time, but never really got the chance to know each other because of the hectic schedules you both have to deal with as college students.

“Ah hyung, I still have like 20 minutes left. Should I wear a blue jacket over my white shirt? Or should I…” jihoon said as he should hyunsuk his outfit ideas not realizing the way his hyung immediately took his phone from the side table.

“Yah, didn’t you say your date is at 11:00am? It’s 11:30, and you’re still here deciding your outfit?? What would y/n think?” 

Jihoon gaped at him, still processing the words his hyung said. As he rechecked the time to see if hyunsuk was lying, oh god he hoped he was lying, he saw a message you left about 10 minutes ago.

“Are we still on for the lunch date you asked?” 11:20am

“Hello??” 11:22am

Jihoon immediately called you, while putting the phone on speaker and asking hyunsuk to leave his room where the latter grumbled about his poor time judgment.

After the 3rd ring, you answered: “hello? Where are you park jihoon?”

“I am so so sorry, I wasn’t checking the time since I was busy preparing and I just didn’t check the time, and I’ve been trying to get the other members to hurry up in the shower and I just forgot to check the time–” he stopped as he heard you laughing in the other end of the phone.

“Hey hey, it’s fine. Just try to come as fast as you can because we might not be able to get a seat at the restaurant you suggested.” you explained while still giggling at how panicked he was.

“Okay okay, I’ll see you in a few. I’m sorry again.” jihoon said in a frantic state. Not even bothering to hear you reply, he ended the call and immediately put on whatever clothes he saw.

You, on the other hand, just smiled while waiting for him to join you for lunch. You were actually infatuated with the mischievous, yet sweet boy in one of your classes in college. You were always fond of the way he brings himself with confidence and friendliness whenever you see him interacting with practically anyone. But despite the teasings, you hear him receive from his friends before he approaches you, he would always make sure that you were comfortable in whatever way possible. He was a soft person when interacting with you as if seemingly wanting to actually get to know you and not just beating around the bush with confusing actions towards you. It’s probably what lead you to say yes when he asked you for a lunch date. Though Jihoon didn’t explicitly mention that he likes you when he asked you for a date, you were at least hoping to enjoy each other’s company for today. (you have a glimmer of hope, though, that he did like you back.)

Waiting for a few more minutes, you finally spot jihoon jogging up to you. He was wearing a very casual outfit that showed his well-built physique. You hate to admit it but he definitely looked dashing in his outfit, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought that you were going to spend your day with him. Too preoccupied with seeing jihoon, you didn’t realize how close he was when he immediately engulfed you with a hug which you reciprocated almost eagerly. On his hand were beautiful flowers with a mix of red and pink colors. 

“These are for you, I’m no flower expert but I picked them with the thought of you.” He said looking at you with a soft smile that graced his features. You were a bit taken aback by the thoughtfulness of being given flowers, and you couldn’t help but be awestruck by him. 

Before you could say anything, he continued: “I am so sorry for making you wait for so long. I’ve been trying to get ready in an hour and a half because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up, but apparently, it took me more than an hour and a half and a lot of scolding from my friends about poor time management.” He said rather sheepishly, smiling awkwardly to mask his embarrassment for making you wait for a long time.

You happily took the flowers and admired the arrangement that made it aesthetically pleasing to look at. You never really got flowers from anyone, apart from flowers from friends and family so receiving flowers with the thought of you was something new. It warmed your heart to know that jihoon, despite being late and all, still thought about giving you flowers.

“Thank you for the flowers jihoon, it means a lot to me,” you said in a bit of a hushed tone, still wrapping your head around the matter that you were going on a date with jihoon.

“No need to thank me, seeing you lit up when you receive the flowers is more than enough for me.” Jihoon said, still smiling down at you with a faint blush on his cheeks. He, then, took your bag out of your arms and immediately held your hand, and pulled you towards the restaurant.

 But as you both were nearing the restaurant, you saw that there was a long waiting time and waiters bustling in and out of the restaurant to cater to their customers. Jihoon visibly slumped down and looked at you with a frown: “Sorry for not getting you to one of the best restaurants in town. If it’s not a problem with you, we could take another restaurant that you like and you could brag to me about how your choice is way better than mine.” 

“Then prepare to admit that I have better choices in restaurants” You taunted him in a teasing manner, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you were challenging him.

“Well, there’s so much to do in this mall and I’m happy that I get to spend it with you.” he said while he allows you to drag him to the restaurant you had in mind.

You were visibly flustered by his remark. You tried to hide your smile (and your blush) with your hands but he took them off you. He pinched your cheeks to admire how cute you were and took your hand again while telling you to show him the restaurant.

You both enjoyed your time with each other. Laughing here and there in the arcade because of both of your competitiveness, strolling through the mall with ice cream on your hands and sharing it with each other, and a bunch of storytelling from both of your lives. It’s safe to say that you both are going on another date next week, and you were more than happy to get to know the boy who was always with you in the library for college.

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MASTERLIST:

PERSONAL

Profile | family and friends | relationship with treasure | relationship with idols | romantic relationships

TREASURE BOX

Episode 1 (nervous) | Episode 3 ( monthly evaluation) |

CAREER

Hair colors / styles through the eras | line / screen time distribution | solo songs | songs produced by Erina | special stages | award shows

SOCIAL MEDIA

Tweets | bubble/universe posts | fan twt | fan made YT videos

TREASURE MAP

Episode 1 ( first episode ever + reaction ) | treasure map episode 22

T.M.I

TMI_LOG | EP5 | EP6 | EP7

3-MINUTE TREASURE

Study with tutor Erina | Erina's baking class

WEEKLY IDOL

EP479 | EP552

CHAPTERS

Nervous | New Friendships

[ericbrainrot]

[𝟎𝟎] 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟎.𝟖𝐤

From the age of five, Hyuna and [your name] were inseparable. The best of friends that everyone has met, and they were. The minute the two stepped inside of their kindergarten classroom, just the look they gave each other immediately told them they would be best friends. The Spongebob and Patrick, Joseph and Cesar, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes; you name it and that was the two. 

Soon as they aged, the term 'best friend' became 'sister'. [your name] became Hyuna's long-lost sister, the sister that she's always wanted. The two did almost everything with each other, people found it odd when they weren't together.

Once they reached high school, Hyuna and [your name] became popular. Really it was Hyuna, but how could she not be popular? She was drop-dead gorgeous and had a great personality, but [your name] noticed something different. It was kind of sketchy that people, especially girls wanted to be friends with Hyuna now. She had a hunch, but her hunch wasn't confirmed until they asked to do a study session. The girls there staring thirstily at Hyunsuk the second he stepped foot inside of the house, now her suspicion was confirmed.

"Your brother is cute..." one of the girls trailed off with a giggle.

Hyuna had a disgusted look on her face. One thing Hyuna hated hearing was people talking about how attractive her brother was, she's been hearing about this ever since she was in middle school. It was evident to Hyuna that these girls were only here to stare at Hyunsuk or probably try and shoot their shot with him

"If you guys are here to stare at my idiot of a brother with heart eyes and drools spilling from the corner of your mouth, then you guys can leave right now," and that was the Hyuna that [your name] knew.

The girls quietly focused back on their assignment and began to work again, or that was what Hyuna thought before Hyunsuk came out of nowhere. Plopping down next to [your name], he wrapped his arm around her shoulder while she let a huff out. Hyuna quickly gave Hyunsuk a death glare while he chuckled.

"Boy get your arm off me," she pushed his arm away from him.

"You never say that when we're in class," he teased [your name] as she punched him on the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder a second ago.

"Ouch!" he shouted while Hyuna gave the both of them a death glare.

"Hyunsuk get the fuck out of the living room! We're trying to study for our quiz and you bothering [your name] is making me irritated," she shouted at her twin brother who scoffed.

"The living room is for everyone to use, not just for you and your friends," he rolled her eyes at her before he got up from the couch and walked upstairs.

Once the study session was over, the two best friends were in the kitchen while they heard his footsteps.

"Can I come downstairs now, or are all your friends still here?" the sarcasm in his tone was very vibrant.

"You can come downstairs, hope you trip down the steps as well," Hyuna hummed while he scoffed.

"I hope everyone can see how evil you could really be," he glared at her, taking one of her wings on purpose.

The two began to fight in the kitchen while Mrs. Yoon walked inside along with his younger siblings, "Enough you two!" she shouted while placing the groceries on the island.

"Why can't you two be like [your name]," she sighed while Hyunsuk walked away from Hyuna.

Hyunsuk took a seat next to [your name] who offered him some of her wings while Hyuna raised an eyebrow. Hyuna couldn't lie, she was becoming suspicious of the two. Ever since his comment earlier, she wondered what he meant by that. [your name] had a feeling that Hyuna was probably staring her down, and she was right.

"Are you two dating or something?" she could tell that her best friend's tone was different.

"No, why would you ask somethin' like that?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I've never seen you two this close before... And the thing Hyunsuk said earlier," Hyunsuk began to laugh hysterically while [your name] rolled her eyes at him.

"I told you I had a class with Hyunsuk where he bothers me, and that's it. I don't like him or anythin', he's just a friend of mine," she gave her a smile while she scoffed.

"You better not like him, date him, or even think anything of him," Hyuna huffed, walking out of the kitchen.

At that time, that is when [your name] already knew that she was breaking the rules that her best friend set. How can she unlike someone that she was slowly starting to like?

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this is from my wattpad, tryna work on the request that i have. been so tired, exhausted, and busy with finals.

[kyufessions]

hi! i just had a thought and i love your writing so i’ll bring it to you, secret idol relationship with hyunsuk cix. i feel like he would have such a hard time hiding it😖

OMG STOP hyunsuk would hate having to hide the relationship ,,, gives off vibes that he absolutely loves showing off his partner. would send photos of his s/o on universe PM and be like “look who i’m with” or “say hi FIX!”

but when y’all start dating and tell the company, they don’t mind it at all but want y’all to keep it under wraps for at least a while. mainly to make sure the relationship is solidified and give you both time to adjust. even if he reassures the company that he’s really into you and wants to show you off to the world. but respects the company’s decision at the end of the day because, of course, he has to.

has to be given a talk before award shows by the members + company when you’re attending the same one as to not make it obvious that you’re both dating or even have some kind of romantic involvement. so he obviously does as told but wants nothing more than to blow you cringey kisses that he knows you’d die for. sends you/your group food sometimes during promos at broadcast shows and sends you flowers as encouragement with cheesy notes attached to them. loves sending you good morning and goodnight texts (at odd hours bc, of course, hectic idol life and constant traveling) and also paragraphs of supportive words during promos and touring.

the type to send constant selfies. especially if you text him “i loved your makeup/outfit/look from todays stage!” and he sends you 100000 pics and selfies of him, maybe some from twitter that fans took of him. buys you gifts while on tour like a mini statue of liberty 3D keychain he found in a random NYC store at the corner- stuff like that. also says “don’t worry, i’ll take us here one day” while attaching photos of the city, the store, whatever it may be. if you’re both traveling to the same city or something like, for example, KCON or something similar to it, he would sneak to your room at night to watch movies or just sit and chat with you. i feel like he’d love having long talks with you as he plays with your hair, your head on his chest as his heart beat fastens because of your presence and simple sound of your voice.

takes pics of you and with you, just because he loves you dearly. would make you his home screen instead of lockscreen because he doesn’t want anyone to potentially notice his home screen. takes you to nice small restaurants/eateries on your nightly dates in head-to-toe gear that hides your identities so no one realizes who you both are. bothers his company every. single. month. when is he able to come forth about your relationship. is finally ecstatic after being told he’s able to after almost an entire year, ultimately deciding to take you with him to meet his family during the time when the company makes the official statement so no one can bother both of you and you can have a small getaway with his lovely family members.

overall: hates having to hide the fact he’s dating you, but in love with the fact that he’s actually dating you.

also thank u for enjoying my writing i appreciate it 🥹