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taesanrot · 4 months

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shinyu (tws) x reader | 0.2k

music played softly from the speakers of your laptop, it and the rest of your study materials long forgotten on your desk.

you sighed in bliss at the feeling of shinyu's lips covering yours. your arms wound around his shoulders, keeping you steady as you rested on his thighs. his hands roamed your sides and back, the way he was teasing and playing with the end of your shirt was making your head spin; you were practically melting into him.

you detached your mouth from his with a soft pop and watched him slowly open his eyes, his hooded gaze making you shiver.

he was beautiful, brown hair tousled from the friction of your hands and the headboard that he was resting against. his lips were as plump and bruised as yours, blooming red and pink and purple. his hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, curling a tendril of your hair behind your ear. your hot breaths intermixed as he pulled you impossibly closer, placing wet kisses down from the shell of your ear to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder.

he felt like heaven against your skin. and you whispered into his hair that you wished you could stay like this forever. his free hand found your own, wrapping his fingers around yours and you knew he wanted nothing but the same.

#tws pledis #tws imagines #tws fics #shinyu #tws shinyu #shinyu fics #shinyu imagines #tws fluff #shin junghwan #shinyu x reader #tws x reader #twenty four seven with us #shin junghwan x reader

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hwa-ae · 2 months

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Golden Retriever —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: shinyu x fem! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you surprise shinyu by showing up to his first fansign disguised as a fan.

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff, sfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: mutual pining, dating in secret, written in lowercase on purpose, written from reader's pov

"times up! move to the next person!" i heard the staff call out, making the fangirls all move to the next idol. i was currently talking to jihoon, so i had to move to the next idol who so happened to be my boyfriend, junghwan, or shinyu.

"hi! im a really huge fan of tws!" i immediately said after seating down, seeing how shinyu's head immediately lifted up after hearing my familiar voice, making him confused as he didn't expect me to be there. i removed my mask slowly, smiling widely as i saw his surprised reaction. i placed a finger on my lips as a way of saying 'shh' to him as i began acting as a fangirl.

"shinyu-ah, could we compare hand sizes?" i said teasingly, holding my hand out, watching as he stumbles upon his words and raise his hand up to match mine. "wahh, your hands are really big! you could curl your fingers over my fingertips!"

"haha, you have really small hands," shinyu laughed out, curling his fingers over my fingertips.

"can we take a photo together? lets do a heart!" i pulled out my phone, doing my best to act as a fangirl.

"ah- of course!"

we both stood up from the chair, facing the camera as we did a heart with our hands. as i continued taking photos, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer and smiling widely at the camera, shocking some of the fans due to the bold move.

"alright, times up!" i heard the staff call out again, making shinyu's face drop in disappointment.

"looks like the time is up, here, take this bracelet! alright, I'll go now, bye bye!" i quickly gave him the bracelet and went to the next person, dohoon, leaving a wide-eyed shinyu behind at his seat.

after talking to all the members, i sat down at my seat again, watching as the fans interaction with the idols slowly end. i watched as shinyu struggled to put on the bracelet he has acquired from me earlier, almost dropping it a few times, causing his heart to stop everytime it happened.

after his many failed attempts, he kindly asked the staff to help him put it on, smiling widely at me after he finally got the bracelet on, making people snap cute photos of his wide grin.

as the members continued talking and interacting with their fans, shinyu stared at me the entire time, looking at me with anticipation after cracking a joke, like a puppy waiting for praise after doing a trick.

even when he was expressing his love and appreciation for his fans and the support he has received from them, he couldnt help but glance at my direction one too many times for it to be a coincidence.

"shinyu-ah! do a puppy pose please!" i decided to try my luck and yell over the other fangirls who were requesting for the group to do many other poses. although i didnt expect for shinyu to hear my request, he suddenly turned his head towards my direction and stuck his tongue out slightly, holding his two hands up to mimic dog ears as he stared at me with his puppy eyes.

though shinyu and i didnt have much interaction throughout the entire fansign, i could see some fans recording our entire interaction, probably to post on tiktok later.

a few days after, a video of my interaction was seen popping up on my fyp, captioned, 'shinyu must've had favourites! he kept looking at this girl's direction the entire time and even initiated contact with her during her turn to talk to him during the fansign! oh im so jealous of her!! :(('.

i decided to scroll through the comments, seeing most of them saying, ' that shouldve been me!' and 'she was really pretty though, i wouldve done the same as shinyu', making me laugh as i screenshotted all of them, sending them to shinyu to tease him about it later.

oh how i love my little golden retriever boyfriend ♡

do not steal, plagiarise or translate my work on any platforms!

#shinyu x you #shinyu tws #shinyu x reader #shinyu #shin junghwan #shin junghwan x you #shin junghwan x reader #shin junghwan tws #tws x you #tws x reader #tws #tws shinyu #kpop tws #kpop x you #kpop x reader #kpop #hwa ae's stories ♥︎

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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　　　tws masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　junghwan

nothing yet . . .

　　　　dohoon

your racing thoughts ⋆˙⟡

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 556

　　　　youngjae

nothing yet . . .

　　　　hanjin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jihoon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　kyungmin

nothing yet . . .

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 3 months

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𝗍ᥕs mᥲs𝗍ᥱrᥣіs𝗍

⊹⊰ sһіᥒ ȷᥙᥒgһᥕᥲᥒ/sһіᥒᥡᥙ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kіm ძ᥆һ᥆᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

୧⊰ 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 - 𝗄.𝖽 𝗑 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

⊹⊰ ᥴһ᥆і ᥡ᥆ᥙᥒgȷᥲᥱ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ һᥲᥒ zһᥱᥒ/һᥲᥒȷіᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ һᥲᥒ ȷіһ᥆᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ kᥡᥙᥒgmіᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥕһ᥆ᥣᥱ gr᥆ᥙ⍴ ⊱⊹

#kpop #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #gay #kim doohoon #shin junghwan #lee kyungmin #choi youngjae #han zhen #han jihoon #tws #tws x reader #tws x male reader

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ratedfleur · 2 months

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like it better when you’re quiet.

shin junghwan x fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎀: just a little drabble for a request! i completely forgot who requested for this but i hope you enjoy! 🩷

meeting up with shinyu in secret meant that you two could be caught at any moment, meaning that you could be taken away from him no matter the circumstances.

it was risky and yet you and shinyu knew that you both still wanted to meet each other in secret despite knowing the consequences.

shinyu liked the thrill of meeting up with you in the hybe building, booking recording rooms just to hook up with you before going your separate ways.

“quiet down, sweets. don’t want us to get caught, yeah?” shinyu muttered against your skin as he kept mouthing kisses on your neck, making you mewl when he nips your skin as a warning to quiet down.

shaking your head, shinyu smiles as he pulled away from your neck, “good girl.” he says with a heart-shaking smile that makes your heart swoon as he hurries to slip your shirt off of you before doing the same with himself.

you both quickly take your bottoms off, letting them pool at your ankles before shinyu has you facing the desk as he stood behind you, hand busy jerking himself off to his full hardness before he sinks deep into your cunt, he doesn’t even let a few seconds pass before he immediately thrusts into your cunt, pounding away as he grunts out your name.

meanwhile you’re trying to silence yourself from moaning out loud by covering your mouth, shutting your eyes closed as shinyu fucks into your cunt even harder and faster.

sure, the recording rooms were soundproof but you two had to play safe and attempt to quietly fuck each other.

shinyu’s thrusts are relentless and full of power as he thrusted hardly into your cunt, his hands were gripping your waist tightly as he pulled you towards him as he moved closer towards you, lips latched on your shoulder to silence himself from moaning way too loud.

you whimper when shinyu presses you hardly against the table, making your skin dig against the wood as shinyu mindlessly thrusted into your cunt, lost in the feeling of your warmth around his cock.

“hngg, junghwan-ah.. ahh you’re gonna make me cum!” you gasped out before feeling shinyu’s hand wrap around your neck warmly, barely putting any pressure on it, just enough to pull you up and press your back against his front which makes it easier to whisper into your ear, “that’s good, sweets. that’s exactly what i want you to do.” he coos, smile appearing on his face when you mewl and clench hardly around his length as he thrusted into you.

your whines and whimpers start to gradually get louder, just as loud as how skin slapped against each other constantly as shinyu hurriedly chased yours and his orgasm before his time is up at the recording room.

you accidentally let out a loud gasp when shinyu directly hits your spot before he started to cum into you, still hurriedly thrusting in your cunt as he now chased for your orgasm. it doesn’t take long before you walls start to pulse around his cock, cumming around his length as shinyu rested his forehead against your shoulder, panting as you milked yourself dry.

#mikha’s works #tws #tws shinyu #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #shinyu smut #shinyu x reader #shinyu imagines #shinyu hard hours #shinyu hard thoughts #shinyu drabbles #tws smut

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sybilinthehollow · 2 years

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I'm Feeling Just Fine - Chapter 2 of 3

High School AU: Jungkook x Reader, feat. rest of BTS

Genre: Angst and Fluff (mostly angst for now), Slice of Life, Sickfic, Platonic with a Romantic Bent, Foster Siblings

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count:

Find Chapter 1 here! My masterlist here!

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You’re getting better.

It’s no falsehood, now, the dietitian you are currently seeing has assisted you and Jungkook’s family in figuring out a solid diet that works (helps that they can afford fancy organic foods, and his mom has time to cook)- and stress relief of a brief run or a stretch, or one of Jungkook’s Eomma’s back rubs helps the tension headaches that apparently caused half of the nausea bouts. No, after a few intense months you’re happy to say that your immune system is so, so much better, so much so that a cold doesn’t knock you flat for a week, with complications, like they used to. You’ve had enough pneumonia in your lifetime. And the constant time spent with friends cheers you up, body, soul, and spirit, and the doctor commended this.

The tentative friendship you and Jungkook have built eases your worries on that front for the most part; he having thawed out to tolerating you (helped, probably, by him being relieved of the annoyance of hearing you vomit every other day) and that’s enough progress for you, really. It’s not like there’s any point in getting to know him better when you’re going to leave after you graduate.

So, all in all, you’re doing great!

That is, until your period hits, two weeks before final exams, and you crave chocolate.

And that isn’t even the major problem.

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Jungkook’s tired. As he watches you heal, it seems like he gets worse, as the track season climaxes and leaves him spent, with a few medals to stare at and wonder if it was worth it when he wakes up at three am with shins that ache as if someone’s stabbing him, over and over and over. As much as he tries to study, what with the break from sports, he’s despairing at the amount of work that remains for his anatomy exam. If he wants to become a nurse like his mom, he’s going to have to catch up. A lot.

He tries, he really does- bringing all his schoolwork downstairs with you so he can’t get distracted, cutting off his friend-time to squint at his screen, pulling not all-nighters, but as much sleep as you could count on one hand. He asks his mom, who finally has some time for him (though not as much as she used to, what with all the cooking she does nowadays), for tutoring, asks you for help (but not often, because you’ve got to study too), asks Namjoon to explain frustrating math problems (and he’s got AP projects to focus on).

A niggling voice at the back of his head reminds him in those late hours when he’s awake past the world, that he’s pushing things down under a load of studies, out of sight so no one can call him out, and most of all, so he can forget.

(Forget that he hasn’t asked his mother for any affection since you’ve come, because there’s a wall there, that he’s stuck outside while you join his mother in, receiving all her wholehearted caresses, and his eomma seems to think he doesn’t want that anymore. That he’s lost his eomma to the past, that this one doesn’t see him anymore.)

(Forget that he misses his brother(s) these days. He hasn’t told Junghwan anything- Junghwan hasn’t called since he came home for Christmas break, and Jin reaches out, but Jungkook just doesn’t want to talk about anything now that it’s his fault he’s pushing such a loving person away.)

(Forget that his heart hurts, so bad, and he can list a thousand illogical reasons why.)

But his body won’t let him forget any of its complaints.

First, the tight muscles all around his neck and back, from forcing himself to stay still, and then hunching over his computer for hours on end. If he lies just so, Jungkook finds, he can sort of give himself a massage, and try and stretch out everything.

Then, there’s the shin splints, toward the end of the track season, causing a stumble in his step every so often, and forcing him awake in the darkest hours to lie and just feel the pain, as if someone’s stabbing him in all down his leg, over and over, when he’s alert enough to feel the agony but not enough to go get pain medication or ice.

Then, his brain hates him. It always has, has always prided itself on being the slowest browser possible, if you will, but now has added a special foggy effect that makes him feel sleepy, always. It takes every ounce of spite to get him out of bed most days, because if you can do it, so can he. He’s not even sick, and you are. (Or were.)

Honestly, you keep him going. Not that you know most of what’s going on inside his head (he doesn’t think) but your constant energy and cheer even in the face of such pain, why, he respects you so much. You’re way cooler than him, even if he dresses like a cool kid.

(And that makes him so guilty for harboring such terrible emotions towards you when you’ve done nothing to deserve them- but the feelings just won’t go away.)

As finals approach, everyone studies hard, and your walks home from school are mostly spent in silence; you’re sleepy in the mornings and tired in the afternoons, like him. You always comment on the beautiful June weather, though.

Even through this exhaustion and stress, you are positively glowing, skin bright and healthy, step steady even if weary sometimes. No, it’s his own hair that has fallen limp, his skin sallow as he forgets to wash his face, his gums stinging because he forgets to brush his teeth, his eyes that are always shadowed or puffy. Truly, Jungkook feels faded, worn out, a grey soul standing next to a shining rainbow one.

So, one Saturday, when he hears someone gagging upstairs in the bathroom, Jungkook startles, trying to shake off the electronic haze that had enveloped him. He hasn’t heard that in so long, he thinks drowsily, he must be dreaming. His head feels so heavy, his eyes too… and he drifts off, forgetting to check on you.

Jolting awake all of a sudden, he hangs his head a little when he sees his laptop gone to sleep, tired of waiting for him. Here he is, wasting time again…

He pauses, bringing his hands to his head as he becomes aware of a throbbing sensation hammering relentlessly against his skull. His head hates him. It doesn’t want him to study either.

But he needs to study. Has to, now.

He’s trying valiantly to keep his eyes open against the tantalizing weight of sleep, when you stumble into the kitchen, face rather grey. He lifts his head, wincing as the room tilts a bit, and he feels a twinge of nausea in his throat at the memory of your illness. That’s weird. He normally doesn’t feel anything when he thinks about that.

“Are you sick?” he ventures, as you barely make it across to the fridge before bowing over, your arm wrapped around your middle. “Here, let me get the garbage can…”

“No,” you croak, stopping him in his tracks. His heart stutters at the pained grimace on your face; the controlled tightness. “No, I’m- fine,” you continue in a more normal tone, straightening to look at him. “I’m just having cramps, is all.”

The change in demeanor, the composure, confuses Jungkook’s already fuzzy brain.

“But the- upstairs, earlier, you-” he gestures toward the bathroom, then reaches out to hold the counter. Wow, the ground really is wobbly today. Or his feet. Whatever you call it..

You blink at him, then seem to understand, and wave it off. “Oh, that. That was just routine. Craved chocolate, because, you know, period stuff.”

“Oh.” Oh. He wishes he could stop his ears from turning red, unclog his speech capacity because it’s not working and you’re going to think he’s some weird guy who can’t stand to talk about that sort of stuff! He can-! He’s just inexperienced, okay?! And he thought- well, nothing- oh, how his head throbs, pounding against his skull… he shouldn’t have gotten up so quickly. He can’t think.

“Yeah,” you’re saying. “It backfired, as usual.” You’re smiling way too brightly for someone who was just sick. “Anyway, your mom’s out at the grocery store, and she’s going to pick up some soy-free chocolate because that seems to be the issue! Do you need anything?”

He stares at the counter; wills the pattern to just stay still.

“...Jungkook?”

He looks up. It takes you a second to realize his eyes are glazed over, white-knuckled fingers gripping the counter. “Huh?” He asks, but it’s like he has to exhale the word, because if he speaks louder he’ll break something.

Ah. A headache.

“Are you okay?” you ask, taking your ibuprofen quickly so you can move closer and focus on him.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckles, trying to be casual while also trying to blink away the sudden white blur around the edges of his vision. Laughing hurts. He walks back over to his laptop and closes it when he can’t even look at the screen. He can just work on his anatomy definitions flashcards upstairs… while lying down…

“You don’t look it.” You’re not convinced. He feels a sudden rush of irritation. You don’t understand. He can’t just relax now, succumb and let his grades and work go to nothing.

“Well, finals don’t care what I look like!” Jungkook snaps, shoving the rest of his stuff into a pile and striding out of the room, leaving you behind.

Half an hour later he’s sitting at his desk gritting his teeth, trying to stifle a whimper of pain, as his vision goes even more spotty. It was better for a while once he got off his computer, but… maybe if he rests his head on his desk the pounding will go away. He turns his desk light off. It’s too bright.

It hurts even more to close his eyes- all he can focus on is the throb, throb of pain, heavy, so heavy it makes him have to repeat every thought in his head before understanding it. Ah, he’s so stupid, so bad at schoolwork. Eomma will be so disappointed in him. How is he going to get through college all-nighters if he can’t beat one little headache?

“C’mon-” he hisses at himself, clenching his left hand into a fist as he flips the flashcard. His nails digging into his palm creates a new sting, diverting his nerves from the headache.

Migraine- the card reads.

“Migraine- migraine…” He swallows another wave of nausea, mind going blank. He flips the card over, squinting to see the writing. His contacts are in! Why can’t he read it?

“Migraine,” he mutters aloud. “An intense headache that causes a throbbing sensation…usually accompanied by nausea and- “ he swallows again “-and sensitivity to light and sound.”

Next thing he knows, Jungkook’s collapsed off his chair with a loud thud, hitting his cheek on something and he’s retching into his wastebasket.

You stand frozen in the kitchen, still clutching your cup of juice and the ibuprofen bottle, after Jungkook stormed out.

Despite his denial, you’re certain that he isn’t feeling well; hasn’t been for a while. In fact, it wasn’t long after you started going to school that Jimin had confided in you, saying that Jungkook had been having a rough time of it ever since…well, ever since you came; he doesn’t do well with change and he’s had a lot of it this year- and that these irritable, avoidant moods were the tall boy’s manner of defense. And sure enough, that proved to be true. He hasn’t been looking healthy at all, but in the kind of way that belies mental misery, so much that it crosses over to the physical.

(You know, because you’ve been there before.)

You sigh, trudging up the stairs and back to your own room to wait for the pain medication to kick in.

You’d seen how his eyes dulled, growing heavy-lidded even in the brightest hours of the day. You’d seen how he clammed up around his friends, hardly talking about anything personal or not even talking at all.

You’d watch him grow frustrated and disheartened over his books as you studied together. He thinks he’s stupid.

But you never knew what to say to him, or how to say it. Because, you don’t know him, you’re ashamed to admit. There was a wall there, a gulf you didn’t dare to cross, for, after all, you’re an intruder in this house. Just a temporary patient until you’re old enough to be left alone again.

Jungkook just gave you a little reality check, that’s all.

See, when his mother had caught on to Jungkook’s avoidance of you she had apologized profusely. “Ah, Jungkookie is not like you.” she had said, shaking her head lovingly. “Some get sick often, but he is strong almost always. He doesn’t understand what it is to know you are weak, all the time. Instead, he saves it all up and gets sick once. When he was six, he had a fever and stomach flu and an ear infection, and a sprained ankle from playing soccer. It was an … adventure.”

“I think I’d almost rather have it that way,” you had mused. “Then maybe it’s a lot of work at once but then you feel good the rest of the time. That must be nice.”

She had tucked your head under her chin in response, holding you tight.

You strain to hear anything from his room, but like normal, it’s silent- maybe slight rustling of pages now and then. He’s really been studying a lot, more than you, that’s for sure. You have been leaning more on friends than school these months, trying to make up for lost time.

He, by contrast, has given up on all his hobbies till exams are over, and his efforts are, well, a little overboard in your opinion. He’s going to work himself sick… you couldn’t wish illness on anyone.

The next thing you hear is a sharp crash.

Then, dull thuds, as of someone’s limbs splaying across the floor.

Finally, a very familiar sound.

That wall between you and Jungkook? You’re tearing it down, here and now. Because you’re certain that that sound was of someone losing their lunch, and that someone was Jungkook.

—

You scramble up out of your bed, thankful that the ibuprofen has kicked in and now lets you stand up straight and make a dash for his room.

Which you’ve never been or even seen inside, even though you’re right across the hall. He’s a very private person, even locks his door sometimes according to his mom.

You hope it’s not locked now, because you’re perfectly prepared to break down the door when you hear the miserable sounds coming from within.

It’s not; the door swings open easily, but the only thing you see is Jungkook, and you immediately forget all about his mysterious room. You dash over and drop down next to the figure collapsed by the desk, legs tangled with those of his desk chair, which is tipped over. His shoulders heave as he gags, hurtling up bile into the wastebasket he clutches, his knuckles white. “Oh, Jungkook,” you say, hardly noticing what’s coming out of your mouth, yet leaning into the instinct to protect and comfort, because you’ve never seen him so discomfited.

He’s barely balancing on his elbows, surely an uncomfortable position when all one wants to do is curl up to ease the cramping of one’s stomach, so you keep talking, even as you hook your arms under his and somehow manage to pull him up to his knees, ‘till he’s crouching over the wastebasket. Good grief, you think to yourself, this guy is heavy!

And dead weight, too- he’s not stopped throwing up the entire time, barely breathing, really. You kneel beside him again as he coughs, raspy, and then forces out- “shouldn’t be here-” before curling up under another wrenching wave of nausea, eyes scrunching shut in pain.

Ah. You must agree. If he’s going to rest in here, there’s no way he will if it’s smelling like this.

“We can move to the bathroom if that’s more comfortable,” you offer, but he shakily exhales, gasping once, twice, before speaking again, “No, you shouldn’t be here. You’ll get - sick.”

“Eh, I’m fine. It’s of no concern to me. You’re good. We’re okay.”

“Okay.” he repeats, managing a few more quick breaths, before bending over again.

“You better?” You ask, a few minutes later, after his breath has calmed a bit.

Bad idea- just at that, he swallows hard, a shudder running down his back. “No,” he says. “Not. Maybe a minute, but- my head-oh” and his hands go up to grip the offending member.

“Okay, that’s okay,” you soothe. “You’re doing great, Jungkook-ah. I’m going to get you a warm washcloth. It’ll relax your muscles, and help the headache. I’ll be back in a minute.”

It’s humiliating. Jungkook doesn’t understand how he had lightning fast reflexes in football but now they leave him defenseless and disoriented, so that he doesn’t even notice you manhandling him to sit up until he’s already there, making the whole burden of his weight fall on you. When he realized it was you who was sitting by him, helping him, he knew you shouldn’t be in here, because (he just yelled at you, why, you should be insulted, furious, annoyed, anything but this) he’s done nothing to deserve your help. He tried his best to tell you so, but you refused to leave. And you’re speaking softly and considerately, giving him assurances that you don’t mind, not at all.

He tries to respond, but there aren’t any words in his brain, just all that comes out is an incredibly pathetic whimper, but you seem to understand, touching his shoulder in a way that makes him want to melt. But he can’t move- it hurts to move, hurts so bad-

He’s lost in the haze again, alone. You’re gone. He can’t remember where you went.

You run back out of the room, skidding to grab the bathroom wastebasket and the mentioned washcloth, and a few other useful items. You leave the hot water running and race to your room to pull out your trusty hot-water bottle and leave it by the sink, going back to the sick room to pull open a window. It could do for an airing. Fresh warm summer air wafts inside, freshening up the room immediately.

Jungkook’s sitting on his knees with his feet tucked under him, still clutching the wastebasket and swallowing occasionally. He stares blankly at the closet door in front of him, but manages to turn to look in your direction, eyes resting somewhere over your shoulder when you speak. “Hey, I’m back. Here’s the washcloth.”

He swallows again, heavy-lidded eyes still resting beside you. It's unsettling, to be frank.

“Can you see me?” you ask. Maybe he doesn’t have his contacts in. (Does he have contacts, actually? You don’t know.)

His eyes drop. “Sort of,” he mumbles. The words come out less clipped than earlier; you count that as a good sign.

“Okay,” you breathe. So; act like he can’t.

Dropping down to your knees again, you slide your fingers over one shoulder to note him of your presence. “Here’s the washcloth,” you tell him softly, noticing how he shudders. His t-shirt is sweaty under your hand. He’ll need a change of clothes…

The warm washcloth cups the back of his neck, and Jungkook goes limp, sagging against you with a breathy groan of relief. His head hits your shoulder- you immediately cup it and tuck it under your chin. He lets you do as you please, lets you run your fingers soothingly through his hair, his eyes fluttering closed as his breaths hitch, then even out.

Like this, he appears ever so much smaller than the big guy you know he is- one that has to duck under every branch crossing the sidewalk- the football player and track star. Jungkook is tall and sturdy, you know this, but you’re severely tempted to hug and protect him now- he looks too young, and miserable.

When you try to rise, his hands clutch at your sweater, eyes screwed shut again as if refusing to acknowledge his need, but you simply mention the hot water bottle and he lets go immediately, managing to sit himself up and lean against the desk, wincing in pain at the slightest motion of his head.

This time you bring back crackers, ginger ale, and pain medication, along with the promised rubber bottle in its (your) slipcover.

“You need to change out of those clothes,” you murmur, setting the food on the desk. “Are you up for a shower?" He shakes his head once. Bad choice- instinct, probably- he winces, swallowing again. “Yeah, okay,” you breathe. “Then let’s get you into bed.”

Jungkook just nods wearily, ready to lie down and drift away from the world. You look like you’re expecting a protest, but you won’t get any from him. He knows he can’t study anymore. His throat aches, his head feels like it’s splitting apart, and he’s pretty sure he’ll bear bruises tomorrow after falling on the floor, but he feels achy and gross, and so lets you grab a t-shirt from the closet. He balks until you slip out of the room, though. You're not close enough for that.

Shivering though fully dressed again, Jungkook's startled to realize he feels cold- without your arms around him.

You stand in the hallway fiddling with the hot water bottle, wondering when his eomma will get back from the store. He'd probably rather her take care of him.

His appa (you’re endeared by the Korean names, they have such a sense of warmth and belonging that the English never had for you) is on a work trip for the weekend, so it’s just you three. You really hope Jungkook’s not sick with something contagious. His eomma is a great nurse, but what if she comes down with it too? And you? No, that would not be good.

A weary "okay" echoes through the door.

At least he's letting you in again. Best not to think too much about any of this.

"Go ahead," you say, briskly stepping over as he fumbles with the covers. "Lie down."

He reacts much the same to the rubber water bottle as he did with the washcloth- as soon as it touches his stomach he curls around it, clutching tight, his expression screwing up in relief. "Oh!"

You grin, familiar with the effects. "Oh, indeed. I'll go reheat the one for your head."

It's under his shirt, directly against his feverish skin, when you come back, and he seems to be drifting off so you pull the covers over him, because his teeth chatter.

You tap his shoulder. "Unclench your jaw."

He lifts his face from his pillow, eyes still bleary and unfocused. "Huh?"

“Relax your jaw. You’re clenching it. It’s probably causing the headache. See, like this-”

“I can’t see.” He spits it out with an intensity you haven’t even heard him direct at you. Most of the time there’s just a void when it comes to emotions (visible ones, at least), making the intense visible ones most drastic and startling. You don’t question it now, though. He’s hurting, that’s enough to warrant irritation.

“Ah- right, sorry,” You wince. “Here…”

Fingers press against his face, tentatively searching his jaw, and then pushing down. Jungkook freezes, feeling a shudder ripple down his spine at the contact. Just as he’s about to spring away, though, something releases, he can feel it. “Oh-” he says again (seems like that’s all he can say now), relaxing into your hold, as you rub your fingers up and down, sort of massaging his jawline. “There you go,” he hears you coo, far away sounding, like there’s a cloud between him and you.

Ah, his head still hurts though…

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Thank you so much for reading!!

Chapter 3 is here!

If you would like to see more of my writing, this work and others are already on AO3 and Quotev under the same username :3 ~Sybil

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hwa-ae · 2 months

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Shinyu smut please! Any kind that you’d like

Nervous —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: shinyu x lesserafim member! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you decide to sneak into his dressing room when he was changing for dance practice recording to calm his nerves, after all, you're a more experienced idol, no?

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff to smut, nsfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: nsfw content, pre-established relationship, slightly subby shinyu if you squint, oral (m! receiving), reader swallows cum, minors do not interact (you are responsible for the content you consume)

: ̗̀⇢author's note: im so sorry this took so long to get out! i had so much work and things to do :((

Shinyu ♡

shinyu ♡: baby, im so nervous for the dance practice recording :((

[name] ♡: do u need help? i can come help calm yr nerves!! im nearby yr dance practice room!

shinyu ♡: would u really? please and thank u :D

you turned off your phone after reading the message, making your way to his changing room, where you assumed he would be at. this was the first dance practice recording he would have, and he has been stressing about it for the past week.

knock knock!!

hearing the knock on his door, shinyu got up excitedly, clearly happy to see you again.

"junghwan?" you called out to him after he opened his door, dragging you in immediately.

"i missed you so much, im really nervous for the recording... what if i mess up during the recording and we need to rerecord because of me?" he hugged you tight, mumbling into your neck as he buried his face into it.

"hey, its okay baby... i know you'll do well, im sure you wont mess up. after all, you've been practicing diligently, havent you?" you patted his head gently, caressing it carefully so you dont mess it up before the recording.

"mhm... thank you baby..." he mumbled out again, unintentionally sticking his leg in between yours, rubbing against your cunt unconsciously.

"junghwan... y-your leg..." you tried to warn him, stuttering slightly when his leg shifted after you called his name.

"hm? o-oh! im so sorry i didnt realise!" he immediately jumped out of your grasp, removing his leg from between yours and standing far away from you, embarrassed.

"its okay, its just that... i think i found a way to calm your nerves..." you said suggestively, walking slowly towards shinyu, alike a predator.

"w-what might that be?" shinyu asked nervously, shifting his feet awkwardly.

"you'll see..." you stood right in front of him, rubbing the bulge in his pants as it slowly got bigger as you continued.

"[name]-" he gripped onto your arms, eyes wide open, as he tried to process the pleasure along with everything that was going on.

"let me take care of you, junghwan..." you dragged him to a couch, sitting him down and pulling his pants off.

"is this all for me?" you held onto his cock, holding it next to your face to taunt and tease him as he looked away slightly, face covered in blush as he mumbled a yes.

you licked a long stripe on his cock, before swirling your tongue on his tip, making him let out a muffled moan while holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail in one hand and covering his mouth with another hand.

"[name] please..." shinyu pleaded, eyes filled with lust as he looked down on you. you slowly took the rest of him in your mouth, bopping your head up and down while teasing that one vein under his cock with your tongue.

you hurried with your movements as he pushed your head down on his cock, not wanting to take up too much time as shinyu needed to go for his recording soon. after all, you could always tease him another time.

"ahh-! [name], gonna cum- gonna cum-! mmph!" he rambled mindlessly, thrusting his hips upwards to mert your mouth as he came down your throat.

shinyu panted breathlessly, watching as you swallow his cum easily, sticking your tongue out at him to show him your empty mouth.

"are you feeling less nervous now?" you rested your arms on his legs, putting your head on top of your arms, leaning on them as you smiled up at shinyu as if you didnt just give him the most mindblowing blowjob of his life.

"mhm... I'll make it up to you at home later, thank you baby." he leaned down, pecking your lips before standing up and fixing his pants.

"shinyu hyung! its time for recording!" you both heard kyungmin calling for shinyu outside, unknowing of what just happened inside.

"I'll see you later, good luck on your recording!" you wished him with a wide grin as he thanked you and waved goodbye at you, leaving the room.

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can you write shinyu as reader's tutor pls? ty

Tutor —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: shinyu x gn! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH shinyu helps you with math, but you get a little curious about why he agreed to tutor you and not anyone else

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff, sfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: confession out of nowhere (for my socially awkward readers who might get second hand embarrassment)

"shinyu, i really really dont understand how to do this question. can you please please explain it again?" you whined, pushing the math paper towards his direction as he looked at you dead in the eye.

"[name] you know you cant bring me to the exam with you, right? think carefully! I've explained this question to you beforehand!" shinyu sighed, pushing the paper back to you, pointing at the question as if it would spark up the steps and answer to the question.

"but i really dont remember! shinyu, please explain it to me again... please?" you pleaded, holding your hands up together as you begged for him to do his job as a tutor and help you.

shinyu stared at you for a few moments before sighing and reaching for his pen which has rolled away while he wasnt looking, giving in to your begging whines and pleading pouts.

"im only going to explain this question one last time, okay? i wont be explaining this to you again." he said sternly before explaining the question, to which you just smiled and nodded along, knowing that he would give in to you and explain it to you again if you just begged a few times with a cute pout.

"ohh... i think i understand now..." you mumbled, nodding your head softly as shinyu hands you back your paper.

"good, now solve this question yourself," shinyu praised, pointing to a smiliar question before watching you solve it with serious eyes.

"hm... shinyu?" you mumbled, solving your question halfway before interrupting the comfortable silence.

"yes?"

"why did you agree to tutor me but not anyone else? i heard you rejected all of them." you asked mindlessly, still writing down equations, not noticing the fumbling mess you made him as he tried to think of an excuse to your question.

"uh... uhm... well..." he stutters out, acting oddly out of character, making you look up at him with concerned eyes. "its because they're not you..."

"what?" you froze.

"sorry, forget what i said!" shinyu immediately tried to move on, rearranging the already well arranged papers to try and forget about what just happened.

"shinyu, correct me if im wrong but, do you like me?" you asked teasingly, finding the ever so composed class president's clumsy state adorable.

he nodded slowly, turning his head away and covering the lower half of his face with his hand, allowing you to see the red tips of his ears.

"i like you too."

this time, it was shinyu who froze.

"are you being serious? you're not messing with me right?" he turned his head back to look at you so fast you were worried he would break his neck.

you giggled softly, nodding along as his face lit up immediately.

"can i bring you on a date?" he asked with wide puppy-like eyes and a bright grin, anticipating your reply.

"right now?"

"yes, right now!"

"haha! of course!"

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"What did you save my number as?" trend —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: tws hyung! line x reader (separate)

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff, sfw

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you text your boyfriend what he saved your number as.

: ̗̀⇢author's note: wanted to try smau's!! tell me if you like these!!

༉‧₊˚. 신정환 shin junghwan/shinyu

༉‧₊˚. 김도훈 kim dohoon

༉‧₊˚. 최영재 choi youngjae

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Gold Rush —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: shinyu x lesserafim member! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH shinyu falls for a person he shouldn't have fallen for, a lesserafim member, [name].

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff, sfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: swearing, slight characterisation of the reader, written in shinyu's pov, purposely written in lowercase, reader is a female (because lesserafim is a girl group)

"sunghoon-ssi, i wonder what group is coming for today's music bank?" [name] asked, looking at sunghoon who was the mc alongside her.

"well, [name]-ssi, i think today's group is the new boy group who just debuted under hybe, pledis!" sunghoon read out the script skillfully.

"ahh right! what was their group name again? t-... to...?" [name] pretended to forget, playing along with the script.

"it's tws, [name]-ssi! how could you forget?" sunghoon shook his head disapprovingly.

"right! well then, where are they?" [name] looked around, pretending to be confused as tws jumped out from behind. "ah! there they are!"

"why don't you guys introduce yourselves to the audience who arent familiar with you guys yet?" sunghoon asked tws, signalling for them to do their group chant.

"tws, say hello. 24/7 with us, hello we are tws!" a familiar leader started, making you look back at the group to spot the leader, shinyu.

"ahh! aren't they such a fresh group, sunghoon-ssi?"

"hm, they are, but i think enhypen is fresher!"

"oh really? well then i think lesserafim is smarter!" [name] smirked as she referenced back to her own group's recent comeback's b-side song, 'smart'.

tws, or to be specific, shinyu watched the two mc's interact with each other in front of the live broadcast with a slightly salty reaction. he knew that [name] and sunghoon has been friends for a long time, but it didn't stop him from feeling jealous of their interactions.

shinyu has had a crush on [name] since the day he entered hybe for the first time. he had gotten lost on his first time there, which lead him to [name], who so sweetly helped him get to his destination. ever since then, he has tried to have an interaction with her again, any interaction.

the day she debuted in lesserafim, he had anticipated for her to receive much love and support, but he didnt expect her to become as famous as she was now. it's almost as if, everyone who has met her, wants her. that's when he realised that falling for someone like her, was either going to ruin him or improve him for the better.

he couldn't do anything but watch her and sunghoon laugh and chat while he stands behind, waiting for his turn to speak.

"so, shinyu, could you please explain to us what your group's new debut album, 'sparkling blue' is about?" [name] suddenly turned behind to look at him, smiling widely, causing his cheeks to heat up slightly as he looked at her lips. clearing his throat, he began to explain while avoiding eye contact to prevent rumours from spiralling up in order to protect [name]'s reputation.

after the interview, shinyu waited for her outside lesserafim's door. as he knocked on the door, another member of lesserafim, sakura, opened the door instead.

"[name]-ah! someone is looking for you again!" sakura quickly realised who he was here for as she turned back to look for [name] before turning back to excuse herself.

'again? do people look for her that often? i guess everyone wants her, like me...' he thought to himself silently as he waited for [name].

"junghwan oppa? you were looking for me? also, you did really well in the interview today!" [name] smiled up at him. as he saw her smile, he understood why everyone would like her.

"i... wanted to tell you something..." shinyu began, shifting around nervously as she waited patiently for him to start. "i... like you, and i wish to get to know you better!"

hearing no sound, he looked up anxiously, waiting for her response, only to see her smiling face as she suddenly hugged him tight.

"i like you too! i always thought you liked me as a sister, but now i know you dont like me that way!..." [name] mumbled into his chest, where her head was as she continued hugging him.

"r-really? well then, could i maybe... court you?" he stuttered out as his face heated up.

"yes of course! im so glad you asked, junghwan oppa!" [name] giggled as she saw his red face.

'god, anyone would die to be in my position right now! yea... i could get used to this...' shinyu thought to himself before smiling gently.

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