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acaiasahi · 2 years

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[୨✩୧ ۫ 🍰𓈒 ⭒ ݁ .] "happy birthday!" — yoon seeun

SYNOPSIS: you plan a surprise birthday party for seeun.

INFO: fluff + comedy, yoon seeun x gn!reader, 509 words

WARNINGS: cursing, grammatical and structural errors, lowercase and smaller text intended, i use 'car' a lot omfg... also not proofread lolzies

NOW PLAYING ✧ HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

a soft buzzing wakes seeun out of her well-deserved nap. letting out a groan, she aimlessly slaps around her bed, trying to find her phone.

from: y/n! (˘▼˘>ԅ( ˘⌣ƪ)

wake up hoe!!!

ur ass is not sleeping rn n ik it !!!!

seeun laughs at this, hitting the call button. it rings all but two times before you pick up. "oh, finally you answered! get dressed, i'll be there in fifteen" you say, not letting her get a word in as you abruptly hang up the phone.

her face forms into one of confusion but nevertheless gets ready in record time before the specific chime for your number rings. she glances at it shortly, before gathering her belongings and walking out the front door.

practically skipping over to your car, she sits in the front, "where are we going?" seeun asks. you shrug, starting the car before traveling to your destination.

seeun knows better than to pry so she opts to talk about something different for the remainder of the car ride. the car's full of chatter, all of seeun's favorite music playing in the background.

almost a street away, you ask her to close her eyes. your practically begging as you give her your best puppy-dog eyes. letting out a 'you look absolutely ridiculous' type of laugh, she ultimately agrees.

once the car comes to a soft halt, you leave the car before walking around and opening her door up, reminding her to keep her eyes closed. she listens obediently, taking careful steps as you lead her to god knows where.

little did seeun know, you had gotten together with her group members and planned a surprise birthday party.

as you enter the tiny café, you guide her through. "where are you taking me she?" she asks, curiosity getting the best of her. you snicker at her before positioning her to face everyone. "open your eyes" you excitedly whisper.

"happy birthday, seeun!" they all shout boisterously.

a gasp falls from her lips, as she quickly turns around to you. "did you do all of this? for me?" she asks. her aura as bright as the sun, her cheeks turning red. "as much as i'd love to take all the credit, your members helped me too." you respond jokingly, smile never leaving both your faces.

she tackles you into a bone crushing hug before leaving a kiss to your cheek, muttering an endless amount of thank you's. she greets all her loved ones that are littered around the place, smiling and thanking them for the surprise.

time passes by quickly, the party slowly dying down. you feel a soft tug to your hand and look at the culprit. she nods her head to the side, indicating to follow her.

taking you to a secluded part of the café, she squeezes your hand. "i just wanna say thank you for putting all of this together. it means a lot to me, and i love you a lot!" she confesses before enveloping you in another hug.

"anything for you! happy birthday, seeun."

⋆˙☆ ～(‘▽^人) ⊹ stayc taglist! @beepjeongie ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @alohajun

━ jaydi's notes! ୨✩୧ ۫ 📓𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . gosh darn... seeun ily ,,, happy birthday to my baefy bro... i love u sm <333 i just hadda write smth for my wife lolz

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hannyoontify · 10 months

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[01:48] half asleep, your boyfriend reached over to your side of the bed, missing your warmth, only to find the sheets cold and empty. whatever sleep jeonghan had left in his system was gone in half a second as he felt around but there was nothing but your sheets.

jeonghan sat up in a panic and looked around the bedroom. the bathroom light was turned off, meaning that you weren't in the restroom, and from where he was sitting, he couldn't tell if the living room lights were turned off or not.

deciding to check just in case, jeonghan clambered out of bed and slid into his slippers and shuffled into the kitchen and living room area. his hair was a tussled mess and the hem of his pajama pants dragged along the floor as he noisily made his way across the living room.

the area was dark, the only light illuminating the shared living area was the single LED light from your aquarium, where your pet fish was sleeping. even the fish were sleeping peacefully, but where were you?

there was a singular light turned on in the kitchen and jeonghan had a pretty good idea of who it might be. scratching the back of his head, he saw you sitting on the kitchen island, legs crossed and your back facing towards him. he spotted a your special tea mug next to you and jeonghan felt his heart break a little. you only brought that mug out for one reason.

'hey angel, why aren't you sleeping?' he called out. his voice sounded much more groggy than he had expected.

you whipped around, surprised by the sudden audience. 'hey hannie, did i wake you up?'

your boyfriend made his way towards you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder. 'no, but the bed's cold without you' he mumbled.

you chuckled as you set down the book you had in your hand to card your hands through his messy hair. he had cut it recently, resorting back to his shorter black hair from the bouncy, curly hair he had a while ago. 'i'm sorry, angel... i just... had another one of those dreams'

jeonghan knew what you meant. ever since the big fight the two of you had a couple months ago, you occasionally had a dream? nightmare? that he would leave your side, leaving you alone with your broken parts. when you first told him about this dream, jeonghan felt his heart breaking bit by bit, but what made everything shatter was that you didn't go to him for comfort.

usually, if you ever had a bad dream, you would immediately wake him up, even if it meant that most of your boyfriend's responses were half-awake grunts and 'uh-huh's as you explain the dream to him. you didn’t mind since you knew he was trying his best to comfort you and the night always ended with you in his embrace. his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders and your face tucked into the crook of his neck, the comforting and familiar scent of his shampoo and laundry detergent lulling you back into comfortable, dream-less sleep.

but the first night you had that dream, you ventured out into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of hot chamomile tea. you spent the rest of the night making yourself comfortable on the couch, reading percy jackson and drinking the cooled down cup of tea. jeonghan had cried the first time it happened, blaming himself for not being a person that you could always go to, but you reassured him that it wasn't his fault and you simply wanted to be on your own to collect your thoughts, and percy jackson helped get your mind off of things.

jeonghan no longer blamed himself whenever you had those dreams, but he always felt subconsciously guilty for being the reason that you were losing sleep. he offered all of his love and support and you appreciated every bit of it.

jeonghan nodded in understanding. 'are you feeling better now?'

you nodded and put the mug back in the sink. it was a white ceramic mug, a custom matching set with his. the two of you had painted the mugs together in a studio, purposefully matching designs and color schemes. it was your prized possession.

'yeah, let's go back to bed hannie'

after making yourself comfortable again in bed, you cuddled up against your boyfriend, who had a sad look on his face.

'it's not your fault, hannie'

'i know.. i just wish you could stop having these dreams so you're more at ease'

'me too, angel. that way i'll stop leaving you on your own in the middle of the night'

you rested your head on jeonghan's chest, listening to the low thumping of his heart. this heart had been broken and mended a thousand times over, with your help and love, just like he had for you. jeonghan had picked up every fragile piece of your heart and pieced it back together piece by piece, with his love and care.

'i love you angel. more than anything'

'i love you too, hannie. thank you for being here'

a/n : wow this is ass AHAHAHAHAHA. wrote this on a whim bc i couldn't sleep and i missed jeonghan. this is actually ass i'll probably rewrite this lol okay gn

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poisonedprose · 1 year

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perv gwi-nam who is always trying to sneak pictures of you when you're changing

perv gwi-nam who always drops something when he has multiple things in his hands so he can watch you bend down to pick it up for him

perv gwi-nam who 'accidentally' grabs your waist and slides his hardened cock against your ass when he needs to get past you

perv gwi-nam who can't help but stare in complete jealousy when you eat a popsicle or a lollipop

perv gwi-nam who put cameras in his bathroom so he could record you when you took a shower at his house

perv gwi-nam who would make all the random people he fucked pretend to be you and threatened to kill them if any of them said anything about it to anyone

#! ☣ ₊˚✧ aouad .#gwi nam smut #yoon gwi nam #gwi nam #gwi nam x reader #gwi nam blurb #all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead smut

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yunho0o0o0o · 11 months

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new voicemail - jeonghan (14:23)

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: smut

note: here’s a short little something while I’m in-between works right now. Trying out something new, let me know if y’all enjoy this voicemail format. (not edited) Feedback is appreciated :)

The number you’re trying to dial is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeep.

Hey baby, I miss you. When will you be home from your trip, again? It’s been so lonely in the apartment without you. I can only go so long without physical affection, you know…

I really wish you were here right now. You wanna know what I’d do? Well, I’d start by teasing you a little over the fabric of your clothes. I’d flick my fingertip over your nipples and lightly trace my fingers down your stomach. Once I get to the hem of your shirt, I’ll lift it up and lick at your chest. I bet you’d like it if I left some hickeys there too.

I know you’re impatient, but I’d argue the build-up is the best part. Getting to see you slowly sink into pleasure…

Babe, I’m so hard right now. All I can think about is you. How you feel, how you taste. God, I want to taste you right now.

I wonder what you’ll look like when you listen to this after your meeting. I bet you’re pressing your thighs together really tight. Hopefully, you used headphones or waited to get to the hotel before playing it.

Though honestly, I can’t say I’d be too upset if your coworkers finally got the hint that you’re in a relationship. Maybe I should stop by the office sometime. I could bring you lunch, fuck you on your boss’ desk, and then we could eat together.

Call me back once you listen to this, babe. I’ll wait to cum until I can hear your voice. Don’t make me wait too long, princess.

Beeep.

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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i almost gave up with this one because he's a colour i've never seen before, but jeonghan looks like diamond to my synaesthesia.

he's the colour of white diamond, transparent, clear, silvery and shiny in some angles and yet completely see-through in others. he's crystalline, royal, like glass slippers and chandeliers and diamonds. he's french windows, metal-framed mirrors, clear and simple and transparent.

but jeonghan is... jeonghan is also everything. his colour is similar to the refraction of light particles. he may look simple and white as a normal beam of light, but when he smiles, or talks, or laughs, that white light scatters into a whole spectrum of colours, glittering and shining and beautiful like the rainbow edges of a transparent diamond.

he looks pretty and delicate and elegant but he's also strong and precious and hard. he's glory, he's riches, he's protection.

jeonghan is that bokeh effect in the night time, the little sprays of rainbow on your arm when you're standing in front of a warped window, the glitter of turning a diamond around in the sun.

jeonghan is clear and light and everything.

#fairyhaos.works #svt #seventeen #jeonghan #svt jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #yoon jeonghan #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #jeonghan fluff #seventeen blurbs #seventeen writing #synaesthesia

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3raaaachachacha · 1 year

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4:04 pm

Hong Joshua x female reader / 589 words / fluff

Warnings: None

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You had one rule at work that you swore you would never break. Do not date coworkers. Every time you heard about coworkers dating one another, it always ended up with a messy break up with someone having to quit their job, and that was something you didn’t want to deal with. Then Joshua came into your life while you were working at the local coffee shop near your apartment. Everything about him screamed boyfriend material. His handsome looks, his cute smile, his charming personality, and his gentlemen like skills. You had been working with him for over two months now and still, there wasn’t a negative flaw you could find in him. Yet you couldn’t date him.

It was almost an unsaid thing between the two of you as every shift you worked together, both of you would tease and flirt with one another nonstop. Some customers even commented on how cute your relationship was. You hated to admit that you had a crush on him, but until one of you quit, you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Hi cutie, did you miss me?” Joshua chuckled as he clocked in for his shift, making you roll your eyes at him.

“In your dreams, Josh,” You giggled with a small blush on your cheeks as you tried your best to focus on the current drink you were making.

“How did you know?” He teased back, making the both of you laugh from his quick witted comebacks, “When are you going to let me take you out on a date? I feel like I’ve been more than obvious that I think you're pretty,” His question made your eyes grow wide as you handed out the drink to the customer before turning back to face him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go out on a date with you, it’s just,” You stopped, realizing how stupid it may sound to him as you bit your lip lightly.

“You don’t date coworkers? Is that it?” He guessed correctly as you nodded your head.

“I just don’t think it’s a smart idea to date a coworker since a countless amount of bad things could happen,” You slowly got quieter as you went on with your sentence, beginning to play with your fingers.

Joshua nodded his head in understanding before walking over to the manager, “Hey, I quit!” He randomly announced, taking off his apron and clocking out of the register as your eyes grew wide with surprise.

Your mouth flew open to protest his actions, but nothing seemed to follow as your throat felt dry from his bold move. He walked around the counter with a smile on his face to order a drink as you followed him.

“Excuse me miss, I’d like an iced Americano and to take you out on a date this Saturday. What do you say?” He smirked as he saw a small grin beginning to spread across your face.

“It would be my pleasure sir. Would you like room for any cream in that Americano?” You chuckled at his irresistible charming attitude.

“You know my order so well,” Joshua chuckled as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“Hmm I wonder why,” You both continued to giggle as you returned back to him with his drink, “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for our date.”

Joshua smirked at you with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his coffee, “Don’t worry, I’ve had it planned out since the day I first met you.”

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- Admin 🦋

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ldhluvr · 1 year

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☆ close to you

pairing: academic rival!keeho x fem!reader

summary: yoon keeho is a menace to society. especially if the definition of society is you (and maybe your math teacher).

other info: this was written for a friend, so the texting style is specifically to fit her texting style. also i think i made it a fem reader? no proper proofreading / editing soz. also ur math teacher is nosy as hell but also i would love having him as my math teacher

Being the first person in a column of students had its perks, because you were the one who got to see every students’ test scores before you passed their papers back. Usually, you were not the type of person to invade someone’s privacy and potentially embarrass them like that, but with Keeho, it was very different.

He was the biggest smartass you knew, and you were quite smart yourself. You just weren’t a dick about it.

But your seating chart gave you the upper hand here — you get to make fun of any idiotic mistakes he makes on his test, and he can’t do the same for you.

You flip through the papers until you find yours, and then his, and you take a long look at his. You hear him groan behind you.

“Just pass back the damn paper. If you’re so curious, I could tell you my grade. You’re holding everyone else up.”

“You’d lie,” you mutter, as you continue reading his test. “Oh, wow, how’d you get number eight wrong?” You reach back and hold out the stack of papers for him to grab.

“If you’d let me see my paper earlier, I might’ve been able to give you an answer.”

“‘Might’ve,’” you mock. You take a look at your own test paper and see you also got number eight wrong. You feel a presence near your shoulder and you realize Keeho’s reading your test from behind you. You flip the paper over as fast as you can before turning around to glare at him.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Just checking if you have the right answer for number eight. Guess you don't.”

“Shut up. At least I know how to solve it now.”

“Who said I didn’t?”

Of course he’s smirking.

You roll your eyes at him and turn back around.

The next day, he taps on your shoulder. You quickly turn around to glare at him but notice he’s rubbing his nose. You look down at your braid that rests on your shoulder. You fight the urge to laugh.

“Did I just hit you with my hair?”

“Most people would say sorry.”

“Clearly, I’m not most people. What do you want?”

He stops rubbing his nose and looks at you, clearly annoyed.

“Can you pass me the notes for 9.3? I couldn’t really get what he was saying.”

“Why would I help you? Ask one of your friends,” you snap.

“I am.”

You freeze. We’re friends now? Since when?

He’s making a (really ugly) pouty face and you feel like throwing up or something.

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” you say, handing him your notebook. “Wait, how the hell am I supposed to take notes now?”

Keeho doesn’t respond, and stares a little above your head instead.

You cringe, having a feeling that you know what’s behind you. You turn around and are met with your math teacher’s grimacing face. You feel like you’re trapped in a Disney Channel movie.

“Hope you had a nice little chat. If you continue it, I’ll give you your very own detention slip!” he exclaims, a fake smile adorning his face. Normally, you loved your teacher’s sarcasm, but this situation has made you realize you don’t love it as much when it’s directed at you.

Both you and Keeho mutter quick apologies to your teacher, and you quickly snatch your notebook back from him.

“As I was saying, with integrals, you have to keep in mind…”

Turns out, Keeho’s stupider than you thought. Even though your teacher essentially said “shut up or you’ll both get detention,” the idiot decides to open his big mouth.

He asks you for the notebook again and your teacher stops in the middle of his lesson, staring at the two of you with his same pained smile. He looks down at his podium and starts scribbling. You groan quietly and try your hardest not to smack Keeho in front of your entire class.

“Since you two love flirting in my class so much, here’s a ticket to a room just for the two of you. And me, of course. Today, after school.”

You open your mouth to object, but you know that’s going to make it worse. Wait, what the hell did he just say?

Whatever. Your mom’s going to kill you.

A couple hours later and it’s finally time for your first detention. If only he’d given you detention tomorrow so you could’ve explained that you didn’t interact with him that second time.

Whatever, it’s probably already on your record already.

Fuck Keeho.

Speaking of the boy, he’s seated in your usual class seat.

You give him a weird look and sit at the desk closest to the door. He gets up from his (read: your) seat and sits at the desk closest to yours.

You roll your eyes. “Just stay away from me. Because your idiotic self couldn’t pay attention in class, I’m stuck in detention. This is on my record because you didn’t take notes like you should’ve.” You pull out your computer from your backpack and decide to do homework.

Your math teacher still hasn’t arrived.

You take a quick glance at Keeho’s face and he looks kind of… hurt. When he realizes you saw him, he hides whatever the expression was with a smirk. “Ouch, that really hurt,” he says in the most sarcastic tone you’ve heard. He moves closer to you. “You know—“

Your teacher walks into the room and raises an eyebrow at the two of you. Keeho immediately moves positions and sits like a normal smartass.

Your teacher starts working at his desk. At the same time, you’re handed a post-it note.

“Excuse me? Also I know the post-it note’s from you dumbass, you don’t need to write your name on it. You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?” You’ve already spoken before you remember where you are, and at this point, you don’t care.

“Actually, I’m not. From our grades, we’re relatively the same intelligence-wise, so if you’re calling me stupid, you’re calling yourself stupid too.”

“Math grades aren’t everything, dipshit. Also, did you just try to use the ‘I’m not a mirror’ comeback without using the ‘I’m not a mirror’ comeback?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“Hey, guys, I was joking when I said you can flirt in here, you’re supposed to be quiet. So please be. And do work — please do not just text each other or something,” your teacher sighs, running his hand through his hair.

You could’ve sworn he muttered something about “not being paid enough for this.”

Your phone lights up and you’re once again reminded that Yoon Keeho is actually the biggest idiot you know.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ ok so back to what i was saying

YOU how dumb are you

YOU he literally just said “don’t just text each other” and you’re literally texting me

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ you’re texting back

YOU oh my God how are you in eleventh grade right now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ same way you are, sweetheart

You almost shriek and then (luckily) remember where you are. You turn to look at Keeho, and he’s already looking at you. Sometimes, it feels like his smirk is glued to his face.

YOU I don’t think we’re close enough for you to call me sweetheart

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d disagree with you there

YOU oh?

YOU okay, then tell me. how close are we?

YOU in your opinion, of course

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d say about a foot

You roll your eyes and turn off your phone, going back to your work. A couple of minutes later and your phone (finally) lights up with another text.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ okay fine sorry

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i called you my friend today

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d say we’re that close

YOU and friends call each other sweetheart?

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i mean why not?

YOU ugh why are you so difficult all the time

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ okay fine fine

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ hey, wait i never said i called you sweetheart because we’re friends YOU okay so then why'd you call me sweetheart

YOU and please be quick with your answer

YOU I could have gotten the math homework done by now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i called you sweetheart because i wanted to be closer

YOU closer than a foot?

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ you’re the one being difficult now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i wanted to be closer than friends

You set your phone down with a thud. You half-expected his text, but the other half of you feels giddy with surprise seeing the message. This time, when you look at him, he’s not looking at you. In fact, his eyes are trained on his phone screen, and you can see a faint redness in his cheeks.

You tap his shoulder to get his attention. He doesn’t respond. You tap him again. He still doesn’t move an inch. You look back down at the conversation. You squint your eyes at the screen. Wait a second.

YOU wanted?

You look back at him. He finally looks back up at you. The second your eyes meet, he looks back at his phone. The text bubble appears, then disappears.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ *want

You try to fight it, but you can’t help but grinning. You pinch him and he yelps, attracting the attention of your teacher. You put on your best goody-two-shoes smile and he looks away.

“You like me?” you whisper. “Hey, Keeho, you in there?” You tap him again. He remains still.

You sit back in your seat.

YOU never thought I’d see the day where Yoon Keeho was rendered speechless

YOU especially by little old me

YOU also Keeho if you’re not gonna let me speak to you, why’d you tell me?

He doesn’t text his response. He, instead, decides to finally look you in the eye.

You look at your teacher and look back at Keeho.

You can’t say it, because it’d be horribly embarrassing for your teacher to hear, so you instead mouth the words.

“I like you too,” a voice rings out, and it’s not your own.

You look at the direction it came from and notice your math teacher grimacing.

“Guys, come on. You’re not subtle; you text kind of loudly. But it’s nice that you guys have sorted out whatever your feelings are. I hope this means you’ll stop interrupting my class with your… conversations.”

You feel like dissolving right then and there. You look at Keeho, and he looks as mortified as you are.

“You know what? You guys are my best students anyway, get out of here and have your teenage fun, I don’t know. I won’t put the detention on your transcripts. I didn’t have the best day today and you kids having your conversation in the middle of one of the harder concepts in the class was kind of the icing on the cake. Sorry for taking it out on you. I’ll give you free As on the next pop quiz. Not like you wouldn’t get them anyway.”

He smiles at you both — a genuine one this time — and waves.

You immediately start packing and head out.

You start walking to the front of the school when a hand tugs you back. You bump into Keeho, who looks down at you with his signature smirk. You turn around to properly face him.

“So…. you like me? At least, that’s what I’ve heard.” He shrugs, a playful look in his eyes.

“This coming from the one who… what was it? Wanted to be close enough to me to call me sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, stepping towards you. “You got it right.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes. “I’d say you’re pretty close. Much closer than a foot.”

He throws his head back and laughs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re so annoying,” he sighs. He leans in, and suddenly, he’s as close as he can possibly be, lips on yours.

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tangylemonade · 1 year

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Apocalypse

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 2

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟸.𝟺𝚔

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜), & 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝!

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔!

The next morning was expectantly strange. Although it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, it also opened a new door of confusion. What now?

You knew it was wrong to just assume that he could still be yours but the thought of losing him made your stomach twist. Sometimes you would feel his hands wrapped around you at night, but they were always gone by the morning just as he was and you’d simply go to work.

Jeonghan felt the tension in the air. You were scared and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Truthfully he was scared as well.

What now?

Some mornings he would wake to find you in his arms. He’d take a moment to savor and reminisce before he let you go and got up to get ready for work.

‘Tomorrow’ you would both say to yourselves. Tomorrow would come tomorrow would go with still no resolve. Almost a month passed of living in limbo. Concerned friends would ask and Jeonghan would avoid the questions, albeit not as skillfully as he wanted.

“Why do you guys keep acting so strange? Either break up or stay together.” Your sister scolded you over the phone.

“It’s not that simple.” You whispered back.

Jeonghan wasn't home but you still felt nervous talking about the situation aloud.

“That’s where you’re wrong, it’s very simple.” Your sister said with a sigh of tired frustration having had this same conversation with you too many times already. “Do you love him?”

“Yes.” Your heart had answered before your brain could question.Your voice was shaky but you were certain.

“Then you have to at least try. I gotta go now but you better talk to him before the weekend’s up and you get busy again. And let me know how it goes.”

“Ok ok, I will. Love you.”

“Yeah yeah I love you too.”

Your big sister was your compass and you knew she was always right. You had to talk to him and it had to be tonight. The restlessness of wondering what he was thinking was suffocating you.

You cooked dinner while mulling over your predicament. You had to be the one to initiate the conversation. After all, you were the one who pushed him away. You chewed your lip as you mulled it over, the anxiety building up in you.

Cooking was a method of stress relief that you’d started up a few years ago. Your good friend loved to cook and to cook for you. On the days you watched her cook saying that it was too much work for you she would tell you that it was therapeutic and to try it. Lung cancer took her from you.

It’s why you hated smoking so much. You missed her the most you’ve ever had while you were away, loneliness made every empty feeling feel colder and sharper. As you chopped and simmered you felt yourself calming a little, having chosen a simple pasta dish you readied dinner with ease.

*I made spaghetti for dinner.* You texted Jeonghan. *Are you coming back soon?*

*Sounds good 😊 I’ll probably be there in 30.*

You let out a breath glad that he agreed only to hold it again. You checked yourself over in the doorway mirror realizing that you’d better shower before he got here, after all the goal was to convince him that he still wanted to be with you.

Jeonghan was on his way to drink and de-stress with friends when he got your text. He quickly read it as his heart did acrobatics.

Tomorrow was finally here. No more dancing in the shadows.

He let out a breath of resolve before texting you back and then letting his friends know that he wasn’t coming tonight. He drove home slowly as he let possible scenarios play out in his thoughts. Parking outside the building he lit a cigarette to clear his mind. Once finished he took one more deep breath before heading in.

The door opened for him before he could unlock it. There you stood beautiful as ever. Your eyes sparkled and your face glowed with that smile he would never get enough of. One of his large shirts covered your body enticingly and when he walked past you into the house he smelled your heavenly scent.

Jeonghan smiled at you.

“Are you hungry?” You asked while helping him take off his jacket.

“I’m starved. Let me just wash up first.”

“Sounds good. I need to finish toasting the garlic bread.”

Jeonghan quickly washed and changed before heading to the kitchen. Everything smelled amazing and looked delicious. This was the first time you’d ever cooked for him, he didn’t even know you knew how to. Actually he distinctly remembered that you said you couldn’t.

“Everything looks amazing!” Jeonghan exclaimed as he sat at the seat you’d set for him across from you. “Since when were you a chef?”

“Lonely nights.” You said without thinking and then quickly regretted it. You bit your tongue and scanned his face for a reaction. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes and left as quickly as it came. You mentally kicked yourself.

“L-let’s eat. I hope you like it.” You said, drying your sweaty palms on your napkin for what felt like the hundredth time.

You watched as he took a bite and chewed before quickly looking up at you with a smile. “It’s delicious!”

You relaxed a little and began to eat glad that you at the very least didn’t screw up the dinner.

“Oh, I got you something!” You exclaimed suddenly before popping up and going to grab the necklace you’d bought him as a belated birthday present.

You handed it to him, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

“Thank you.” He said softly without taking the box.

You stuffed the box in his hands, forcing him to take it. “I never got you a birthday gift.”

He quietly opened the box, examining the contents inside.

“How did you know I wanted this!?” He said, a cute look of surprise on his face.

“Do you like it?” You ask as you watched him already struggling with the clasp.

You reached over, taking the necklace from him before helping him put it on. He held it in his hand looking down at it with joy. He thanked you again while you headed back to your seat to finish dinner feeling proud that he liked the gift.

You two had a simple conversation about work and the simple things in life as if there was nothing else to talk about. It felt nice.

“I’ll do the dishes since you worked so hard.” Jeonghan said as he collected the empty plates off the table. You got up to help him anyway.

You two worked in silence creating a mini conveyor belt of washing and rinsing.

“Jeonghan?” Your tentative voice broke through the quiet tension.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry… I-I know this is a poor excuse but these past few years have been tough for me. I’ve never felt so low and I pushed everyone away while searching for whatever it was I thought I needed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you continued unable to look at him afraid that you wouldn’t be able to hold back your sobs.

“I-I lost myself and instead of taking responsibility I blamed you for not being there. I blamed you for being so far away while I pushed you even farther. Honestly I was a mess until my sister came and shook me out of it. When I was transferred back I was so happy but I didn’t know what to do. I knew I hurt you but I was too embarrassed. You tried time and time again but I ruined it all…”

You cursed yourself for crying, it felt manipulative but you just couldn’t hold back all the emotions that you’d packed down over these years.

Jeonghan knew it all already. He’d heard about it from your sister when you first came back. She’d come over and asked him to be patient with you. His vision blurred as you poured your heart out to him, tears falling down his own cheeks as they fell down yours. When the tears wouldn’t let you say anything else he pulled you into his embrace.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry too. I should've done more for you…for us.”

Jeonghan held you close and you clung to him with all your might. When you’d calmed down some he stepped back and took a look at you. With his index finger he lifted your face to his, his thumb tenderly wiping away the tears that rolled from your eyes. He gazed at you until your breathing steadied.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Jeonghan asked so gently you thought yourself to be daydreaming.

You nodded quickly and he took a moment longer to look at you before you felt his warm lips against yours.

The salt of your tears that sparked on Jeonghan's tongue was slowly washed away by the sweetness of your taste. My goodness he thought, you were as delectable as ever. He tried not to swallow you whole as he craved to deepen the kiss. The plush of your lips was heavenly and the way your tongue danced across his was hypnotic.

He felt your fingers against his chest as you played with his buttons desperate to undo them. Jeonghan held your hands before reluctantly tearing himself from your lips so that he could pull you to the bedroom.

The moment you entered the room Jeonghan’s lips were hot against your skin, his hands venturing from squeezing your hips to sliding beneath your shirt. The way his breath tickled your ear sent shivers to your core as he asked you to raise your arms. You feverishly undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and moving on to the top button of his jeans.

You eventually found yourselves on the bed, you atop him as you hurriedly pulled down your pants while he finished kicking off his. Too hot and bothered to do anything properly you moved your hips, pressing your clothes heat against his. Jeonghan groaned into your mouth, his hands squeezing your ass to press you closer. Frustration building he flipped you over on the bed, head spinning at the way your underwear clung to you before he hungrily pulled them off.

You sat up meeting him halfway, too needy to wait for him to come back. When you reached his lips you swallowed his kisses as if they were your oxygen. To your dismay you were once again separated while he removed his underwear. You whined at the unfairness of it all and Jeonghan laughed at your pouting face, finding you unbearably adorable.

With his return your bodies pressed together sending your mind into a frenzy, the cold metal pendant of his necklace buzzing gentle chills where it touched. Jeonghan littered your skin with sloppy kisses as he fought himself to take his time and slowly push into your entrancing heat. He groaned into your neck as you squeezed around him. He was stretching you perfectly and the sound of your breathy moans intoxicated him.

Everything was so perfectly familiar. Jeonghan fell right into a rhythm instantly finding your sweet spot. How could he forget when the face you made was so gorgeously lustful. How could he forget when the noises you made were so breathtakingly sinful.

It’d been so long that he already felt you fluttering around him, telling him you were close.

Jeonghan continued rolling his hips into you at a pace you’d never been able to replicate with any toy. Oh how you craved him. Your body reacted methodically to his touches.

Previously you could only recall the way his tongue felt against your nipples, the way he would kiss and nibble on your ears, the way he would suck and mark your collarbone, the way he would rest his forehead against yours and whisper sweet nothing to you. Now that you were experiencing it all again he was even better than you could’ve imagined.

He had memorized your everything and you had memorized his. You squeezed around him the way you knew drove him mad, his moans pleasing to your ears.

Your hands tracked Jeonghan's body not wanting to miss even the smallest detail of this moment. Your thoughts began to fade and all that was left were the echoes of your love. He lifted your leg around him to go deeper and soon after you were crying out as pleasures shook through your body.

The pulsations of your orgasm was just what it took to send Jeonghan over the edge. He quickly pulled out and felt your hands wrapping around him, stroking until his hot seed splattered between the both of you.

He collapsed against you and you felt the warmth spread against your skin. Never growing tired of his lips, you held his face kissing him more. Your movements were lazy and tired but to him they couldn't have been sweeter.

You got started on the shower while Jeonghan freshened the sheets before joining you. You both washed quickly as the exhaustion of it all overtook.

You felt light as a feather but beyond sleepy. Still you took a gentle moment to help him dry his hair which took longer than necessary due to him finding your lips so distracting. Without bothering to dress you both laid in bed snuggling together.

Jeonghans voice broke the silence. “Promise me you won’t shut me out like that again. Promise me you’ll talk to me. I’m here for you okay.”

“I promise.” You whispered.

Although sleep was already taking you away you still meant it with your all. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you closer. “I love you too.”

You woke up to an empty bed. As quickly as you could in your half awake state your eyes searched for Jeonghan, catching sight of him on the balcony.

The wind softly blew through his hair as he took a drag from the cigarette that gently rested between his delicate fingers. He had the robe you gifted him birthdays ago tied loosely around him. You quietly slipped out of bed, throwing your own robe over you before tiptoeing to him. You slipped your hands around his waist and felt him slightly startle.

“You're awake?” He asked relaxing in your embrace, his free hand slipping into one of yours.

“It was cold without you.” You replied, laying your head against his back.

“Sorry, I just came out here to think.”

“About what?”

“…Us.”

“Yeah?”

He tenderly rubbed your hand with his thumb as he spoke.

“Yeah. I’m…glad I have you back. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

His breathing sounds and heart beats calmed your ever buzzing mind, his back shielding you from the chill of the wind.

“It’s me who needs you.” You said holding him tighter.

Jeonghan was quiet for a moment before he responded.

“We need each other.”

He put out his cigarette and turned around to face you with one of his charming smiles.

“Bout time I quit smoking huh?”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really!? You mean it?”

“That was my last one.” He said, chuckling at the look of surprise on your beautiful face.

Your expression blossomed into one of joy and you laid your face against his chest, hugging him to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“I suppose then I’ll need something else to occupy my mouth with.”

You looked up at him catching his mischievous glint and the moonlight twinkle in his eyes. Chuckling you caressed his face, your thumb brushing over his lips.

“You can kiss me whenever you’d like.”

PART 3

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clementinebby · 1 year

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Today’s thoughts are cozy sweater pawed seventeen; just imagining some of the poutier boys and snuggling in on cold windy days, comforter and blankets haphazardly laying across both of you and piled in random places on the big yet small bed, a bed big enough for two but there’s never much space separating you too from touching and holding each other, snuggling is a must after all,, just soft oversized clothes perfect for sleeping and lounging in and enough to slip cold hands under to warm them with the others body heat,, pouty smooshed faces laying on the pillow or on one’s chest. Comfort and warmth and lazy days filled with no responsibilities, no places you have to go(though a trip to the grocery store is needed but takeout is a given at least for the day), no need to get dressed, later it’ll be moving to the couch and having a face mask party while watching that new show you’ve both been meaning to catch up on…

Honestly been thinking about clingy jeonghan after he comes back from some trip that took him away for a few days or week and finally seeing you in person and getting a couple days of freedom to just do whatever and he spends it in your apartment just following you around like a loyal little fluffy puppy bc he’s happier when he’s holding you in someway; be it snuggling, holding your hand, a small grasp of your shirt while you cook something small bc he can’t bare to have you so concentrated on something that isn’t him rn, wrapping his arms around your waist or your shoulders-sometimes having a hand on your head to remind you of his superiority in height(because even though he loves you and wants to coddle he still has to be a brat in some way),, just being in your presence and playing with your hair while you browse on your phone or occupied with a book or even paying attention to the tv. Just soft boyfriend hannie… okay goodnight everyone😊

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yv17 · 2 years

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a/n: i'm a simp for yoon jeonghan. that's it. also i feel like this came out a bit spicier than i initially wanted it to be (it was supposed to be fluffy, I SWEAR), but i'm still lowkey satisfied with the results.

[1:17] "hey! you cheated!"

you yelled out, your finger pointing at the cards in front of you. you knew your boyfriend loved cheating whenever he played any game with his bandmates, but to cheat during uno? the audacity.

"come on, sweetheart" he said, giving you the usual sly smirk that you were just too familiar with "why would i cheat at something as simple as uno? i can easily beat you without doing that."

you tilted your head, scoffing "then stand up and take out the card you're currently hiding under yourself, hannie." his smile only grew at your words, seeing how much you wanted to prove that he tried to cheat "i literally saw you hiding it."

he pretended to look dumbfounded, looking at you with big eyes "i have no idea what you're talking about. i'm sure you just imagined something here."

you furrowed your brows, earning a small laugh from jeonghan. he loved seeing you getting worked up over things like that, trying yout best to prove your point, to prove that you were right. and as with every other situation like this, you were going to do it.

you quickly found yourself next to your boyfriend, tickling him down to try and move him from where the uno card was hidden. his loud laugh echoed through the apartment as he tried fighting you off, his attempts somewhat successful. well, that is until he accidentally pushed both of you off the couch and onto the floor, almost landing on one another, faces just millimeters away.

jeonghan smiled looking down at you, holding himself up as to not smash you with his body. his eyes trailed down to your lips for a second, coming back to meet your eyes after mere seconds.

and next thing you knew, your lips were on his, moving slowly against eachother.

"you know, if you wanted to kiss me this badly, you could've just asked, sweetheart" he said in between the kisses, and you could feel the grin on his face. you broke the kiss, due to jeonghan's displeasure, and brought your hand up, holding the uno card he previously hidden, a proud smile on your face.

"that's what i originally wanted" you said, your eyes dropping down to the card for a second before looking back up at jeonghan, who seemed quite impressed that in all this mess, you still managed to prove your point. "but i'm not gonna lie, i got something better out of this."

"then" he started, moving his face so that it'll be just centimeters away from yours "shall we continue?"

"with great pleasure, hannie."

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rikilouvre · 1 year

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Haven.

no warnings, no anything, just a short trip to cottagecore morning with jeonghan <3 theme song is this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler.

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you were gently woken up by your senses, accompanied by the harmonic chirping birds out your window that was almost entirely covered with leaves, branches, and vines. the warm sun was just about to rise – it's dawn. the cool fresh breeze of air helped you start your day refreshingly.

you stretched your body and took a glance at the leafy window – beams of the sunlight entering the cabin room as the only source of illumination, aside from the candlelight on your wooden table that got blown by the air. you finally stood to your feet, put on your slippers, fixed your white wrinkled nightgown, and went to prepare for the day.

you stepped in the kitchen when you sighted a full breakfast plated for two people, traces of smoke from the well-cooked eggs and freshly-baked bread were still present. you took a piece of bread before going out the open door hanging. your eyes adjusted to the vivid scenery of the sun rising – the farm animals seem to have been already fed judging from the overflowing food trays of the horses, pigs, cows, and chickens.

a distant yelp came from the farther side of the field – your dog came to greet you happily. "hi, maximus." you fondled its fur before it starts to wiggle out of your hold. the furry pet took tiny steps back and barked, then it ran away back to where it came from – the open field. you followed the little dumpling, chasing down its scrambling pawsteps "max, where are you going?" you called.

you ran a beeline to have found not just your pet maximus, but also jeonghan who has his back facing you while crouching down the dewy grass. "han?" you hesitantly called to him, he seemingly got startled and was picking something up from the ground. he turned around to face you, "hi, darling."

the moment you saw his ethereal face, his loving eyes, his soft lips, his pale complexion, his overall presence towards you, it's like the world stopped functioning – the river splashing became quiet, the birds stopped chirping, the tree branches stopped rustling, the flowers started blooming, there came someone who was brighter than the sun. all you could do was stand your ground and let the world make things a lot more magical by letting the breeze pass by, making you tuck your stray hair behind your ear, beaming from ear-to-ear.

he slowly walked up to you, brushed his hand past his forehead to wipe the sweat off his face. he gently handed you a handful of flowers – with colors white, lavender, pink, gold, and orange. you held the flowers as he cups your hands with his, "cosmos. i know you love them." too cliche to say or even feel but your heart skipped a beat, preparing your breath to tell him "thank you." and you received an endearing smile from him.

his precious gaze at you observes every perfection there is on your face. "you're glowing." he sweetly told you as the bright beams of the sunlight shines on you, making the brown in your eyes and hair pop. he made you look his eyes by lifting your chin with his index finger, "can i?" han glanced on your eyes and darted on your forehead – to which you smiled as a form of giving permission. and he kissed your forehead lovingly. your eyes widened, cheeks heating up – every touch feels so electric. he lead your shoulder to turn around, "c'mon. we don't want the breakfast to end up cold." the two of you walked back home – never letting go of each other's hands – with max on your tails, ofcourse.

you enjoyed your breakfast together. infront of the frosted kitchen window, a glass vase was filled with water and the freshly-handpicked cosmos from outside the field – so colorful and alive, just like the undying love present in the air.

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hannyoontify · 9 months

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[21:49] you stepped into your apartment foyer with a quiet groan, the fatigue from the long day slowly catching up with your body now that the adrenaline had worn off.

after mindlessly toeing off your shoes, you clambered into the living room, not bothering to turn on the lights, and threw yourself onto the couch. you felt your cheek press against the cool leather of the piece of furniture and you let out a tired sigh. you were still wearing your school bag and work apron, the coins from today's tip pressing into your upper thigh but you didn't care. you just wanted rest. you needed to rest.

your eyes began to close out of their own volition. you no longer had control over your body as it went into battery saving mode. cut the crap, [name], it's been on battery saving mode for the past 3 weeks and you're exhausted beyond words.

you're about 1/4 away from falling completely asleep but you heard your toilet flush, signifying that someone else was in your home. you mentally racked your tired brain, trying to remember if your brother was visiting this week or next week. even if he did visit, he didn't the code to your apartment.

you feel your body freeze up when the restroom door opened and you listened to someone shuffle up to the couch next to you.

'[name]? love? are you asleep?'

your body immediately relaxed at the voice and you grunted in response.

'i know you're tired angel but you need to wash up' jeonghan said. he sat down on the couch next to where your head was, softly stroking your hair as he tried to convince you to get up. 'i'll give you all the kissies you want'

this made your ears perk up.

'really?'

your boyfriend chuckled at your excited, muffled voice. 'yes, really. now please get up, i don't want coffee powder on your couch'

after (slowly) sitting up, you stared at your boyfriend, who looked as pretty and perfect as ever. he had evidently just taken a shower, judging by his wet curly hair. this made you smile for some reason.

jeonghan laughed. 'what? do i have something on my face? why are you smiling?'

you smiled and leaned over to press a quick kiss on his lips. 'nothing, you're just really pretty'

'okay, now go shower. i'll put your stuff away for you' jeonghan rolled his eyes jokingly and pulled you up to your feet. 'do you have any homework?'

the question made you let out a mix of an exasperated sigh and a groan as you dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. you stared down at your hands, which were dry and cracked from the amount of times you wash your hands at work. jeonghan's voice sounded distance as he reached for you, asking you what was wrong and why you were crying.

oh, you were crying. you didn't even realize that a few tears had managed to escape until your boyfriend had reached over to wipe them away. you continued to stare down at your hands, your impending tears making your sight blurry.

'oh, baby' jeonghan pulled you in for a tight hug, ignoring the coffee bean powder he had just complained about 2 minutes ago. he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his body, your cries muffled by the fabric of his crewneck sweatshirt. your entire face was pressed into jeonghan's shoulder area as he moved one hand up and down your back, making soft soothing noises.

jeonghan didn't say anything, he just let you cry into his shoulder for as long as you needed. and you decided to let it all out. all the stress from academics, your work, your shitty manager, your upcoming concerto and your solo piece. it was all becoming too much for you.

your backpack strap fell off your shoulder, making a loud thud on the floor to announce its fall and that helped you snap back into reality. you hiccuped as you pulled away from jeonghan inwardly cringing at the tear stains left on his left shoulder. you frantically wiped away your tears and sniffled.

'sorry, i don't- i don't know where that came from' you smiled awkwardly as you picked yourself up. jeonghan followed you up with a worried look on his face.

'is something wrong?' he asked quietly. almost as if he was afraid of scaring you away or breaking you. his hold on your arm was firm but gentle. not strong enough to break you, but definitely firm enough to catch you if you fell again.

you sighed tiredly and rubbed at your sleepy eyes. 'no, nothing in particular. i'm just tired and i have so much to do but 24 hours isn't enough in a day and-'

jeonghan cut your rant off by pulling you in for a tight hug. his long arms were wrapped around your shoulders and he squeezed you so tightly you thought you were going to run out of oxygen. but you liked it. you could feel jeonghan's love, worry, concern, affection, and caring nature through that action alone and you suddenly felt immensely grateful for his presence.

'it's always okay to take breaks, angel. you don't need to try your best every day of the year, okay? you can have bad days and days where you do nothing but lie in bed all day. i can only imagine what you're going through right now and how tired you must be. i'm always here, okay? i'm here if you need anything and i'm especially here if you need to talk to someone. i'm your boyfriend, okay? i'm here to be your emotional support and your pillar. lean on me whenever you need to, okay?'

you sniffled and nodded. 'okay'

jeonghan pulled away from the hug and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. this made you smile. 'i told you i would give you all the kissies you wanted, right? okay now go wash up and join me for bed'

'but what about-'

'no. if your professors give you shit for not completing assignments on time, i'll give them shit for making a full-time working college student also work as an unpaid TA. and i'll hold that over their heads for as long as i need' jeonghan leaned in, this time pressing his lips against yours. they were warm and this immediately made your heart warm up as well. what did you do to deserve him?

when you came back from your shower, jeonghan was already in bed in a new crewneck sweatshirt. his hair was all dried, tumbling over his forehead and slightly into his eyes. he was scrolling on his phone, his eyes flickering over images and texts on his screen. you silently climbed into bed after turning off all the lights, and jeonghan took that as his cue to put his phone away and open up the blankets for you.

you cuddled up to your boyfriend, feeling much more at ease under the safety of your weighted blanket and the warm embrace of the love of your life. your anchor. your lighthouse.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of jeonghan's neck and breathed in the scent of his fabric softener mixed with the scent of your shampoo. it was the same product that you just used but it somehow smelled different. it smelled better. it smelled like home.

you pressed your lips against his neck, right over where his pulse is. 'thank you'

jeonghan hummed, already falling asleep. 'for what, angel?'

'for everything. i don't know what i would do without you' you looked up at him.

'for you, my angel, anything' jeonghan leaned down and pressed his lips against yours one final time before the two of you fell into deep slumber in the comfort of each other's arms.

that night, you finally realized what people meant when they said that a person was their home. they were the person you always ended up with at the end of the day. the person you go to with all your troubles. the person who listens to your struggles and comforts. someone who welcomes you with open arms no matter your situation. someone like jeonghan. jeonghan was your home.

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PAIRING : yoon jaehyuk x gn!reader

GENRES : fluff, crack, baking with bf!jaehyuk

WORD COUNT : 929

WARNINGS : one (1) use of profanity, one (1) kiss

TAGLIST : @soobin-chois @beomsun @yogurteume

A/N : hi everyone! sorry for being so ia on writing :( i’ve been trying to write more though, so i present you with this little timestamp as i work on my other fics! thanks so much for reading i am very very grateful <3 also i was looping volkno while writing this

3:42 PM : You’re not sure what exactly prompted Jaehyuk to come up with the spectacular idea of you two baking a cake together, but you regret it the moment you agree. For one thing, Jaehyuk has absolutely zero experience in baking, and you have limited hopes for him given that he attempted to fry eggs on the lid of a pan once (they slid off the lid and onto the floor immediately). For another, you yourself don’t have enough baking experience to do it entirely from scratch — you would much rather leave the majority of the work up to the boxed cake mixes.

Still, your boyfriend did promise that it would be a fun experience, and you decide to trust him despite your skepticism about this whole ordeal. You have to admit that Jaehyuk has a way with his words, such that he almost always manages to convince you to do something with him even if it means stepping a little out of your comfort zone. Needless to say, it begins with you showing up at the dorms with the ingredients he’d asked for, and Jaehyuk greets you immediately with an apron matching the one he wears, a cheeky smile on his face as he insists on helping you put it on. Of course, the other members are there as well, teasingly promising to leave you both alone in the kitchen as per Jaehyuk’s wishes.

Thirty minutes pass by the time you both finish setting everything up, but now that you’re ready, the two of you find yourselves staring flatly at the empty mixing bowl, contemplating how to start.

“I guess we should start with the dry ingredients?” You suggest, and Jaehyuk nods, opening the bag of flour first.

“The biggest measuring spoon I have is for half a cup. How many do you think we need?” Jaehyuk tentatively scoops one into the bowl, and you glance at it dubiously.

“If we’re eyeballing it, I’d say add three more,” you offer, and Jaehyuk laughs softly.

“You don’t know? I thought you said you’d baked before,” he teases, following your directions regardless.

“Yeah, using cake mix! I never said I’d done it from scratch,” you retort. Jaehyuk laughs again, continuing to add flour to the bowl until he freezes and turns to you with a blank expression on his face.

“Wait, how many cups was that?”

You groan. “I thought you were counting!”

“Oops,” Jaehyuk smiles sheepishly, innocence painting his features.

“This is already a disaster,” you sigh.

The two of you continue with the rest of the ingredients, Jaehyuk teasing you endlessly, while you complain about how terrible the cake is likely to come out. The two of you mostly remain undisturbed, save for Jihoon's entrance to “help crack the eggs,” when in reality he spends more time laughing at your miserable attempt than actually helping out. Of course, he’s shortly followed by a rueful Hyunsuk, coming in to apologize for the second leader’s actions and promptly dragging him out.

By the time the both of you finish, wiping the spilled cocoa powder off the counter and dusting the flour from your cheeks, you decide to taste the batter. You carefully scrape a small bit off the edge of the bowl and lick your finger, a thoughtful look crossing your face.

“Something’s off,” you comment, your nose scrunching a little at the oddly salty flavor.

“Let me try,” Jaehyuk insists, the ends of his mouth curling up as he leans forward toward you without warning. Cupping your face in his hands, he smoothly presses his lips to yours, the small smirk still evident on his mouth moving softly against yours. His tongue momentarily swipes across your lips, and you let out a gasp at the sudden move. Before you can even finish processing it, your boyfriend pulls away, a twinkle in his eyes as he licks his lips clean of the bit of batter he managed to capture.

“Jaehyuk!”

“Doesn’t taste that bad,” he shrugs nonchalantly, although you don’t miss the mischievous grin he attempts to hide.

“You’re such a flirt,” you groan, crossing your arms and turning away, if only to hide the smile threatening to break past the corners of your lips.

“What? You’re the one who told me that I didn’t have to ask to kiss you anymore!”

“Just put the cake in the oven!” You whine, your back still facing Jaehyuk out of embarrassment.

“I thought you said it needed something?”

“Oh, right!” You turn around at that, striding towards Jaehyuk’s fridge with a newfound confidence. You overlook the suspicion in your boyfriend’s stare as you grab a small lemon and proceed to squirt some of the juice into the batter. You face him with a satisfied smile, hoping he’d understand your intentions, only to be met with a raised eyebrow.

“We put a little too much salt, and lemon is supposed to balance it out,” you explain, and Jaehyuk nods, although his expression is still slightly doubtful.

“I thought we were making a chocolate cake?”

You shrug. “It’s a chocolate lemon cake now.”

Jaehyuk seems to accept your answer, scooping the batter into the cake pan you’d prepared and sliding it into the oven.

It’s about forty-five minutes later, when the two of you are finished with dishes and soaked to the bone from a splash fight, that you decide to check on the cake. You peer through the oven door, frowning as you take in the misshapen cake, a bit creasy and sunken in the middle.

“Uh, Jaehyuk? Did we remember the baking soda?”

“Shit!”

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