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oke hi im gonna be moving to my main blog @fairyyeo so please continue to support my work there <33

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why is making a masterlist so difficult

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hand to hold

pairing — yunho x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 570

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you watched your boyfriend yunho dance intensely in front of the mirror of the studio. you heart fluttered, feeling proud of him and noticing how beautiful he looked when he performed.

"you look so attractive when you dance, you know that?" you mumbled, sitting against the wall.

yunho smiled shyly, stopping his dance and running a hand through his hair, "come here, sweetheart."

you pushed yourself up from the ground and waddled over to him. he wrapped you in a tight hug, his head resting on top of yours before peppering soft kisses on the crown of your head.

"dance with me." he whispered, hands trailing down your body and resting firmly against your waist. yunho pulled you flush against him and began to sway from side to side. "you," he paused, allowing his eyes to gaze deeply into yours, "look so attractive when you dance."

he moved his hands up to cup your face, brushing his thumb over your lips. you could've kissed his hand then, you loved the warmth it radiated and the intimacy you felt when he held you close.

"are you nearly finished practice?" you asked, leaning into his hand.

"yeah, we can head home soon." he smiled, brushing some hair from your face.

later that night, you found yourself cuddled up against yunho while the two of you watched a film. you sat between his legs, resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around your stomach. you toyed absent mindedly with yunho's fingers, tracing small shapes.

you placed a kiss to the back of his hand, "i love your hands."

"you do?" he questioned, sounding surprised.

"i like when you hold my hand, it makes me feel safe."

"i make you feel safe?" he repeated.

you giggled, "why do you sound so surprised? of course you do, being around you makes me feel calm."

"i guess i just never considered it." he kissed the side of your neck.

"i love when you brush your fingers through my hair too."

yunho whispered, "like this, sweetheart?" he gently pulled your ponytail out and let your hair fall loose. his fingertips delicately brushed through your hair to the nape of your neck. he tucked loose strands behind your ears, lightly kissing either side.

you hummed in delight. "you are such a tease."

"i know." he smiled. "i love your hands too. i love your beautiful eyes and pretty smile. i love everything about you."

you spun around and leant in close, your lips hovering over his carefully.

"who's the tease now?" yunho breathed, lips grazing yours.

you pressed your lips against his, and yunho's hand came up to rest gently at the back of your neck. his lips were delicate against yours but he craved more, playfully biting your lower lip. yunho's hand traced your jawline before you kissed his finger tips.

"sweetheart," he murmured, "no one has ever appreciated me as much as you do. i hope you know how much you mean to me."

you pouted at his sudden sentiment, "i love you, yunho."

"i love you too." he blushed timidly. it was amusing for you to see him so shy in moments of such vulnerability. he was always playful, so when he said he loves you too, you knew it was sincere.

you loved him so much, that you hoped one day to put a ring on those hands that you loved so dearly.

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whenever i write im not sure what’s considered angst and what’s not T~T

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my whole world

pairing — hyunjin x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 723

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it was friday night and you’d been studying all day. you felt as though your head would explode if you continued to write any more flash cards or do any more practice tests. so you closed all your textbooks and put away your pens.

you cooked up some dinner and sighed softly, knowing hyunjin wouldn’t be home in time to share it with you. he was always busy with something, whether it vocal lessons or dance practice. recently, he’d been getting home later and later each night. yes, you understood its his job and what he loved doing, but you couldn’t help missing him every now and then.

as you got into bed, you rolled around a few times trying to get comfortable, though you just couldn’t. the bed felt empty. so you threw on some sweats instead of pyjamas and got into the car, heading over to hyunjin’s company building. along the way, you made sure to pick up some take out for him, making sure he would be fed.

after hearing a knock on his practice room door, hyunjin half expected it to be minho coming to run through some choreography. however, he was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door to see you smiling up at him, holding a bag of take out.

“what are you doing here, baby?” he asked, engulfing you in the warmest hug.

you chuckled into his chest, “brining you dinner.”

he led you into the center of the room where the two of you took a seat on the floor. you opened the containers that contained steamy hot food and picked some up with a pair of chopsticks. you extended your arm towards hyunjin’s mouth and in response his face scrunched up.

“i’m not letting you feed me.” he shook his head with a laugh.

you pouted before humming out, “please.”

there was no way he could resist the adorable pleading look that you were giving him. “fine.” he sighed, “but just this once.”

hyunjin reluctantly opened his mouth and you placed some food inside. you smiled, watching as he happily chewed, despite not wanting to be fed by you. the two of you spent the next ten minutes enjoying each other’s company, with you continuing to put food into his mouth and him rolling his eyes playfully every now and then.

after he finished eating, hyunjin picked up all the rubbish and took it to the bin. before he sat back down he connected his phone to the speakers in the room, playing some quiet music. he held his hands out, motioning for you to hold them. he pulled you up and twirled you around a few times. the two of you danced around jokingly for a while, you felt foolish knowing how amazing your boyfriend actually was at dancing.

he pulled you close, so your back was flush against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around your torso. he looked at you through the reflection of the mirror in the practice room.

“what would i do without you?” he whispered, trailing gentle kisses along your neck. “you’re my everything, my whole world.” he said, lips brushing against your ear.

“don’t be silly, hyunjin.” you blushed, turning away at his sudden emotion.

“i’m being serious, i love you so much. i’m sorry i can’t be with you more often.” he frowned, and despite the dimly lit room, you could see tears glistening in his eyes.

“baby?” you turned in his arms to face him completely. “don’t cry its not your fault. this is your job, what you love doing. i understand that you’re gonna be busy.” you wiped at a few stray tears falling down his cheeks before placing a delicate kiss on his lips. “i love you, hyunjin.”

he pouted slightly, cupping your face lightly in his hands, “i love you the most.”

before heading home, hyunjin showed you some choreography he’d been working on. he’d been working hard, but he looked amazing and you knew he deserved every bit of praise in the entire world. you hoped he knew that.

that night, he cuddled up next to you in bed and held you so tightly. he felt so grateful and underserving of someone as loving as you were. he sincerely meant it when he said you were his everything, his whole world.

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yasss my yeosang fic finally uploaded

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drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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[butterflyyeo]

tumblr hates me or something why cant i post my yeosang fic

[butterflyyeo]

angel

pairing — taehyun x reader

genre — fluff (?)

tw — implies abusive household (nothing in detail), multiple mentions of bruises

wc — 1.1k

a/n — i said this is fluff but idk maybe its more on the angst side ? not sure but enjoy <3

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your foot involuntarily tapped rapidly against your bedroom floor. you sat at the edge of your bed, briefly glancing towards the clock every few seconds, desperately waiting for 12am. only two more minutes to go.

perfectly on time, you saw from the window a car’s headlights pass your house. that was your signal to go. with one bag in your hand, the other gently pressed open your bedroom door. instantly you could identify the dreaded sound of your passed out father, snoring from the couch and surrounded in beer bottles. your knees felt weak, and not in the love at first sight kind of way. nerves filled your body, if you so placed your foot on one wrong floorboard, your plan would foil and you’d be met with severe consequences.

you crept as silent as humanly possible towards the front door and carefully pushed it open, creaking as it went. a shudder ran down your spine and you paused, hearing a grumble from your father in his sleep. he shifted around on the couch and you froze over in your place, feeling the ice in your veins.

the seconds dragged on for what felt like hours, days, weeks, months, seasons flying by. silence returned but you waited a moment longer to make sure it was certain. you slid between the tiny gap you’d opened in the door and softly shut it behind you.

then you broke into a sprint, making a mad dash to the end of the street, tripping once or twice on the dimly lit footpath. but it didn’t stop you. this was your one chance, you’d been planning it for months and weren’t about to let it get away from you.

just like he promised, he was waiting at the end of the street, headlights now turned off. he leant over from the driver’s seat and swung the car door open for you, allowing you to quickly jump in. you threw your bag onto the back seat before slumping down, heaving a sigh of relief.

“hey angel.” he whispered, grasping your hand before giving it a reassuring squeeze. “look at that! 12am on the dot. luck is on our side.”

you smiled, feeling tears forming in your eyes, “hi taehyun.”

he frowned, “what’s wrong? we’ve finally made it.”

your home life wasn’t nice and when he was younger, taehyun felt like there was nothing he could do about it. as the two of you grew up together, he started to kiss your bruises better, telling you it was the least he could do. now at age eighteen, he was finally able to free you from the place you could never call home.

a tear traced down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away, “nothing. i’m not feeling even remotely sad. i’m just so happy. i never thought i’d get this far.”

he turned on the car engine, “you better start believing it.” he turned to look at you with his soft brown eyes. in them, you saw a soulmate, someone sent by the heavens to be your guardian. there wasn’t a single word in the world that could describe how eternally grateful you were to him. “now i’m gonna keep you safe for good. i promise to never let you feel scared again.” he said, bearing a sincere smile.

the two of you drove into the night, following the endless stretch of road, escaping from the suffocating grasp of your small hometown. taehyun held your hand as he drove, feeling content as you played with his fingers. after a few hours you dozed off, head lolling to the side. his heart warmed, knowing you’d soon be able to sleep soundly through the night.

he pulled into a gas station and rested his head back for a second, not wanting to wake you up but also reluctant to leave you asleep and alone in the car.

taehyun rested a hand on your shoulder, “sorry angel, but i didn’t want to leave you alone. come stretch your legs a bit.”

the two of you stepped outside and you stood closely next to him, arms wrapped around your waist to shelter from the cool night air. he filled the car with gas, preparing for the rest of the long drive ahead.

“can we get a coffee inside?” you asked, grabbing some cash from your pocket.

“of course, lets go.” he said, latching onto your wrist and pulling you behind him.

you returned to the car a few minutes later holding two coffees and taehyun having paid for gas.

you passed one of the coffees to taehyun, “here, love.”

“thanks.” he accepted, “i’m sorry for waking you up, by the way.” he said, taking a sip.

“it’s okay.” you chuckled, “lets head off.”

he started the car once more and placed his coffee in the cup holder. as the distance between you and your hometown became larger, the stars became brighter. to you, they were like a beacon of hope, a sign that things were going to get better.

“i’ve just realised something.” taehyun piped up.

“what’s that?”

“we don’t even know where we’re going.”

the two of you let out a small laugh. you’d spent all this time planning an escape but nowhere to escape to.

you hummed in thought, “how about… the beach!”

“the beach it is then!” he cheered.

you thought taehyun was joking at your impromptu idea, but he wasn’t. just before sunrise you arrived at a sandy shore. he practically leapt out the car and ran around to open the door for you, his smile beaming as he did so. the fresh air greeted you kindly and you felt a smile creeping onto your face.

you turned to face taehyun, who had an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“i love you.” you breathed out, meaning every bit of it. but even saying those three words didn’t do your thankfulness justice.

he leaned it slowly, gently placing his lips on yours. nothing made him happier than seeing your smile. for this first time in his life, he knew he would never have to kiss another bruise on your body, just your lips forever more. you deepened the kiss, placing your hands on his cheeks, feeling the genuine warmth he radiated. if words couldn’t show your gratitude then maybe this would.

“i love you too, angel.” he whispered against your kiss.

you pulled away, seeing the sun beginning to peek over the horizon. the light glowed from behind him and he looked almost ethereal.

funny how he called you that, really, when you were holding the only angel on earth in your arms.

#taehyun #taehyun fluff #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x reader #txt ff #txt fluff #txt taehyun #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios

[butterflyyeo]

coffee

pairing — hongjoong x reader

genre — fluff

tw — mention of dead body

wc — 721

a/n — this is kinda trash but its okay i have a yeosang fic on the way to make up for it

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you had always been one for early mornings, especially crisp, cold, winter mornings. and that's exactly what you woke up to today. you lay in bed, facing your boyfriend hongjoong as he slept peacefully. watching the rise and fall of his chest, you got up and gently closed the bedroom door as you walked out, deciding to make some breakfast for your boyfriend.

it was only 7am, which was early for you, considering it was a saturday morning and usually, you and hongjoong slept in. he was busy as an idol and didn't have much time to spend with you, which was hard, but you understood. it wasn't often that you cooked for someone other than yourself, so you weren't sure how it would taste, but nonetheless, you cracked two eggs into the frypan alongside some bacon. you also put some bread in the toaster, trying to be as quiet as you could, so you didn't wake up hongjoong. whilst everything else cooked, you put the kettle on and boiled some water, hoping to make the most perfect cup of coffee for him.

soon, everything was done and placed onto two plates next to two cups of steaming hot coffee. you were hesitant to wake him up, since he needed the rest so desperately. but you figured the both of you could just go back to sleep after.

you gently pried the door open, and to your surprise, found hongjoong already awake. he was reading a book, his eyes peered through his glasses and over the book, meeting yours with a playful stare.

"morning, love." he grinned.

you rolled your eyes, "morning joong." you walked up to him and removed the book from his grasp, "you weren't even going to come and say good morning to me?" you pouted childishly.

he shrugged, "i figured you were busy." he said, knowing full well that you had been cooking up breakfast.

"well i was, come on, breakfast will be getting cold." you pulled him up by the hand and passed him a sweater to put over his shirt. it was chilly in the bedroom, but you had the heater running in the living space and kitchen.

you placed a plate in front of you and one in the opposite space at the table, "mmm, it smells good." he said, as he kissed your cheek and found his seat across from you.

"i'm glad, i almost didn't want to wake you up." you replied, before taking a sip of coffee.

he frowned, "why not?"

"because," you began, "you're always so busy! you need to rest from time to time."

he sighed before cutting up some food, "i hope you understand that even if you woke me up at 3am and said you wanted to go scuba diving, i wouldn't say no. i'll go any where with you, i'll do anything for you, no questions asked."

"okay, that's nice and all... but what if i ask you to help me hide a dead body?" you joked.

he shrugged again, "well then hand me a shovel and i'll be on my way." he took a big bite of breakfast and hummed, "mm, this is really good! thank you, love." he said seriously. it wasn't every day he received a home cooked meal from someone he loved, but he was glad he did, and he was glad it's you.

you chuckled, "it's really not anything special, hongjoong."

frowning, he replied, "no, but it is! it's not often i get to spend time with you like this, sharing such a nice home cooked meal." he reached across and placed his hand over yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. "i miss you when i'm not here, you know that right?"

you blushed crazily, “i miss you too, though!"

“i know, love. i’m sorry i can’t be here more often.” he frowned, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “lets just enjoy today.”

the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddled up in bed, binge watching all your favourite movies and enjoying each other’s company. it was nice having him so close to you, occasionally placing sneaky kisses on his cheeks and him tracing mindless shapes onto your skin. eventually, you fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, never wanting to let go.

#ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong imagines

[butterflyyeo]

If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

[butterflyyeo]

jealous

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — angst (?)

tw — slightly suggestive (?)

wc — 3035

a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!

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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.

it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.

a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.

"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.

he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."

your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.

"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.

"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.

huffing, you responded, "why would i?"

"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."

"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.

"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"

you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.

"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.

"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.

the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.

wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.

"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.

"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.

he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"

you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."

"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.

once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.

shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.

meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.

gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.

contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.

"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.

jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."

"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.

he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.

you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.

"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.

at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.

"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.

"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.

"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.

chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."

"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.

changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"

jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"

"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.

when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.

"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.

tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.

you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.

jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.

"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.

what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.

the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.

when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.

you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.

it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.

slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.

"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.

you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."

"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.

you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."

he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.

the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.

"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.

"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.

"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.

"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.

changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.

"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."

changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"

"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.

you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.

"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.

you laughed, "i'm your only sister."

he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"

"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.

chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.

"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.

chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.

you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."

you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."

the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"

you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.

you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.

which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.

you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?

since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.

"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."

"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.

you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."

"oh? worried now?" he toyed.

"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.

his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."

you scoffed, "that's what he said."

"he told you?" jisung asked.

"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.

"they're not back?"

you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"

"yeah." he began.

"what would you like?" you asked.

"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."

it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."

"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.

"but, chan is my brother." you said.

"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.

"what about changbin?" you asked.

"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.

"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.

he smirked, "but i owe you everything."

#han jisung x reader #han jisung #han #stray kids han #stray kids scenarios #han jisung angst #han angst #stray kids imagines #han jisung fluff #han jisung scenarios

[butterflyyeo]

tired

pairing — seonghwa x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 801

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lately, work had been so stressful, and that was only the start of it. you were always busy with something and many other things were worrying you. each day the bags under your eyes became more prominent, it was clear that exhaustion was taking over you. everyday you suppressed the urge to cry, but each day the urge grew stronger and stronger.

it wasn't going unnoticed either, your boyfriend seonghwa, was becoming worried.

you opened the door to your apartment and closed it behind you gently. you had been away on a week long trip for work. you leaned against the door for a moment, allowing yourself to pause and rest.

"y/n? you're home!" seonghwa said as he ran up to you, embracing you in the biggest hug.

"hi baby," you hugged him back and gave him a peck on the lips, "i've missed you hwa."

in a small whisper he replied, "i've missed you too. are you hungry? i'll make dinner. go wash up."

"thanks, love." you said as you began hauling your suitcase behind you into the bedroom. quickly you removed your clothes and hopped into the shower, washing away a weeks worth of stress. you pushed back the urge to burst into tears, you weren't sure why exactly you felt like crying, probably because you had been so overwhelmed lately. while working, you had no choice but to bottle things up and move on, you couldn't let your emotions control you and interfere with work.

stepping out the shower, you grabbed a towel and attempted to ruffle your hair dry. you then put on some comfortable clothes before being lured to the kitchen by the delicious smell of dinner.

seonghwa had made your favourite meal. he smiled at you as he finished serving it, and you blushed. "what?" you asked shyly.

he shrugged, "i've just missed you so much, seeing you like this, spending time with you. you look so cute right now."

"don't be stupid, i look like a mess." you turned away.

"hey," he came over and grabbed your hands, "look at me. i'm being serious. you look beautiful. not just right now but always." he leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips.

"thanks baby, and thank you for making dinner. it smells really good!" you said as you sat down at the dinner table.

"look, i'm no chef, but i hope you like it." he replied as he placed a plate of steamy food in front of you. he said down opposite you and began to eat, "how was the trip?"

you sighed, "tiring. i feel so worn out, hwa. it's crazy."

frowning, he looked into your eyes and saw that they gave it all away. you really were exhausted. "then let's sleep early tonight. okay? you've been working so hard lately."

you smiled at him, "okay, only if you say so... we can do something else if you want. i miss spending time with you."

"no, love. i want you to rest. let's finish eating then go to bed."

you continued eating in a comfortable silence, wondering how you ended up so lucky with seonghwa. he himself had a busy life too, but you always seemed to be his number one priority. tears began to well up in your eyes as your thoughts got the better of you.

noticing this, he worried, "baby, what's wrong?" he stood up immediately and came over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. you let your emotions control you and you felt stupid for it, but you couldn't help it, you began to cry uncontrollably. "shh," he said whilst rubbing your back, "it's okay.. come on let's go to bed." he scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bed.

“i'm sorry, hwa..." you said through sniffles.

he looked at you surprisedly, "for what?"

"for this, being an emotional wreck." you replied, hiding your face in your hands.

"don't be ridiculous, i understand completely, you've been so busy with work. it's okay to feel stressed out like this. here, just let me love you." he said as he cuddled you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"i haven't had a break for months." you said between sobs.

"i know baby, it's okay now. you can rest." he stroked your hair and began to sing softly into your ear.

soon after, he noticed your crying quietened and you became silent, the sound of your light breathing filled the room instead. he looked at you sleeping peacefully and wished there was more he could do to help. he ran his finger underneath your eyes to dry up the last few tears that remained before placing a gentle peck on your lips. "sleep well, baby. get all the rest you deserve my love."

#seongwha #seonghwa fluff #ateez fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa

[butterflyyeo]

write bad fanfic. write mediocre fanfic. write fanfic that a thousand people before you have already written. write niche fanfic. write fanfic that only a few people will read or understand. write fanfic just for you. write fanfic just for a friend. write ocs. write self-inserts. the fact that you’re taking the time and energy to put your ideas into the world is amazing and people who shame you for it need to find better ways to spend their time.

[butterflyyeo]

lollipop

pairing — minho x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 1262

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it was a friday night and you were relaxing in your room when you were interrupted by your phone message tone. it was minho.

minho: i miss youuu

you: it's 11pm. what do you want me to do about that?

minho: idk, let's go somewhere :)

you: fine, i'll be there in ten

minho: okayyy see you then

you smiled at your phone like an idiot. although it was late and you were tired, you didn't mind going out to see him. he ways always busy these days as a trainee at jype, so when he wanted to see you, you didn't miss the opportunity. luckily, he only lived a short distance from you, a mere five minute walk around the corner and you would find yourself at his doorstep. you quickly put on some grey sweats and a plain shirt, followed by the closest pair of shoes available. locking the door behind you, you began your brisk walk to minho's apartment.

“coming!" you heard him shout as you knocked at the door. he swung the door open and immediately grabbed your hands and pulled you in close, placing a kiss onto your lips. he spoke in a quiet voice, "i've missed you so much, y/n."

"i know, i know. i've missed you too, i guess." you chuckled.

"you guess?" he replied, "i didn't call you over here at 11pm for you to 'guess' that you miss me." he sassed you.

you laughed, leaning your head against his chest, "i'm joking! of course i missed you."

"good." he smirked, "now that we've got that cleared up. where do you wanna go?" he asked as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"to the supermarket? let's get some food or something and go watch a movie at my house." you suggested.

interlocking his hand with yours, he responded with a smile, "sounds good to me."

the two of you walked peacefully down the street, hand in hand. it was quiet for a friday night, the occasional car drove past you, probably on their way out to a club or bar. the streetlights lit up the sidewalk which bordered a park and the road. you had spent many hours at the park with minho, just relaxing with each other.

thankfully, the supermarket was close, and even better, it was open twenty four hours. you both waltzed right in and began meandering between isles. you two joked around as always, you were so lucky to have someone who shared the same type of humour as you. he clicked so well with you, and you just knew he was your soulmate. he thought the same about you too, and although being your boyfriend, he wasn't someone to vocalise how he feels. whether he said it out loud or not, you knew he loved you.

soon, you had picked a fine selection of food out and you made your way over to the checkout.

minho chuckled to himself. "what is it?" you asked.

"ah it's just, if chan saw all this crap he'd freak out. we're supposed to be staying really fit y'know." minho answered, still laughing.

"i'm sure it's fine, plus, you could eat ten times this and still be super fit." you said, attempting to hit his stomach.

as the last few items went through the checkout you grabbed two lollipops from the shelf next to you and placed them behind the last items. you saw minho jokingly roll his eyes, like you didn't already have enough food.

wishing the cashier a good rest of their night, you walked out of the store, each of you carrying a bag. you only made it to the first streetlight before stopping and reaching into the bag for something. a second later you pulled out a lollipop, removed the wrapper and placed it in your mouth. you grinned cheekily at minho, who, despite was giving you a questionable look, actually thought that you looked like the cutest human ever in that moment. "you're ridiculous, y/n." he laughed while shaking his head.

"oh am i?" you toyed.

he threw a sarcastic glare your way, "you know you are." he joked before poking his tongue out at you, like a kid would.

you copied him before gasping, "minho!"

he looked shocked for a moment, "what? what is it?"

"let's go sit at one of the park benches for a while, it's nice and quiet tonight." you pleaded.

he sighed, "okay, anything for you, y/n." he said in a joking tone, but deep down inside he meant it. he would do anything for you. the both of you strolled over to the bench and sat down. you began chatting quietly about things, as if you didn't already know everything about each other. but, nearly the whole time, minho couldn't stop glancing at your lips and that damn lollipop.

instinctively, he pulled it from your mouth while you were mid sentence and he stared into your eyes teasingly. you knew what he was thinking, "don't you dare-" but it was too late. he popped the lollipop into his mouth with a mischievous look in his eyes, satisfied with his efforts. he laughed lightly to himself, but you weren't going to let him have all the fun. you leaned in closer to him, your face getting increasingly close to his.

the look of mischief didn't leave his eyes for a second, he knew where this was going, and he had full confidence in it. his eyes never left yours, however, your eyes were focused on that lollipop. centimetres apart now, you raised your hand to remove the lollipop from his mouth, and instead, you replaced it with the taste of your lips. minho lifted you onto his lap and you placed your hand around his neck, gently running it through his hair at the nape of his neck. his hands sat comfortably at your waist as he let himself melt into the kiss. it was sugary and sweet, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the lollipop or if your personality shone through the kiss.

he knew he always wanted this, the taste of your lips, the way you teased him, the way you willingly would leave the house at 11pm on a friday night just to see him. he never wanted to let you go.

breaking away from the kiss, the mischief left his eyes and a genuine look of love appeared in them. you scooted back to where you sat on the bench before, tangling your fingers with his. he enjoyed playing with your hands and he began to trace lines on them. "y/n?" he asked quietly.

"yeah?" you replied.

he paused for a second, looking at you seriously, "i love you."

you felt your face blush, you knew he didn't always express how he feels, but this quite literally said it all. "i love you too, minho." you replied, quickly kissing his cheek.

"i just thought i should tell you because, well-" he began but you cut him off.

"enough said, i've heard everything i need to. you don't need to explain yourself." you said as you smiled. "now, come on, let's get home. surely it's nearly 12am?"

"okay, okay, damn... you still up for movies at your place?" he asked as he stood up, grabbing the bag full of food next to him.

"i don't care what we do, as long as i'm with you." and with that, you placed the lollipop back into your mouth, and followed the dimly lit sidewalk home.

#minho #lee know #minho fluff #stray kids #stray kids imagines #lee know fluff #lee know imagines #minho imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #lee know x reader

[butterflyyeo]

drive

pairing — changbin x fem reader

genre — fluff

tw — mentions of alcohol

wc — 1128

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the silence in your head was somehow louder than the music that blasted around you. to your distaste, you were at a house party that your friend, minho, was hosting. as much as you hated loud and obnoxious events such as these, you stayed because you did want to see your friends. and well, even though it wasn't your first choice for a friday night, you still knew how to have fun.

"y/n!" a drunken hyunjin stumbled towards the corner you were hiding in.

you laughed as he wobbled around, nearly spilling his drink, "hyunjin!" you replied, copying his energy.

"see, this is why i love you, y/n.. we are always on the same level." he said while lazily slinging an arm around your shoulder.

giggling at his silly drunk nonsense, you stand up and lead him to where everyone else is crowded around dancing.

his sloppy movements were funny to you as he is usually quite a great dancer. just as you were starting to get into it, jisung tapped you on the shoulder, clearing his throat comically.

"excuse me, y/n, but i believe you are dancing with my man." jisung stepped in front of you and began to dance with hyunjin.

"ah sorry jisung, you can have hyunjin all you want!" you waved dramatically and the two boys did the same in response as they continued their mess of a dance. man, they were going to regret getting so drunk when they have practice tomorrow...

you made your way back to the corner only to find a lonesome changbin. you frowned as you approached him, "hey binnie, what's up?"

he threw a lighthearted glare your way, "binnie? really?"

you pouted, "it sounds cute."

unconvinced, changbin smiled, "ah, i see."

you sat down next to him, "you okay? you seem bored."

he chuckled, "because i am, i want to party, trust me i do. but i can't be tired or hungover so close to comeback... there's so much to do." he trailed off.

sincerely, you rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to him, "then let's get out of here. we can go wherever you want." you whispered so only he could hear.

changbin turned to you with wide eyes, "you sure you don't want to stay?"

"i don't mind leaving, not if i get to spend time with you." you winked jokingly, although, it still made changbin blush. he was lucky that the lights weren't bright enough to show it.

and despite joking around, you really did mean it. you liked changbin. a lot.

and he liked you. a lot.

"well then, let's go." he said, standing up. you latched onto his wrist and he felt his heart quicken. the two of you began weaving around people, making your way to the front door. finally, you reached his car and hopped into the passenger seat. you let out a sigh of relief, "you don't like parties?" he questioned.

"no.. it's not that. i just prefer more quiet and... for lack of a better word, 'intimate', situations like this." you turned to face him, "so, where are we going?"

changbin smiled, not really having an answer to the question, "i haven't thought that far ahead yet, let's just make it out the driveway first."

you chuckled at his comment. it was quiet in the car as changbin focused on reversing from the driveway and navigating his way around the city backstreets. it was like a maze. however, the silence was comfortable. you felt relaxed around him and there was no need to fill the silence.

half an hour later and you had finally left the city, leaving the hustle and bustle behind you. the car followed a slow spiralling road, you had no idea where changbin was going, but you trusted him.

you reached out to the radio, "can i?"

he just nodded in response. long flight by taeyong began playing and you smiled softly, this was one of your favourite songs. you began to hum along and changbin felt himself falling more in love. there was no point in hiding it anymore, he just couldn't. taking one hand off the wheel, he placed his free hand in your lap, slowly you wrapped your fingers around his. feeling heat tinge your cheeks, you were thankful that the car was too dark to notice. although, you weren't the only one blushing. holding changbin's hand didn't feel weird, it felt comfortable, and normal.

“y/n?” changbin said in a quiet voice.

"mm?" you hummed as you turned to face him. the shadows made the light illustrate his beautiful features. he looked perfect.

focusing his eyes on the road, he gently squeezed your hand, "you know i like you right? like so much. this? driving with you, holding your hand, it feels right to me. i don't know about you but..." he sighed, leaving his sentence incomplete. he parked. he had brought you to the beach, and although it was nighttime, the view was breathtaking. now that the car was parked he turned to face you completely. "i guess what i'm trying to say is, will you be my girl?" his eyes searched yours for an answer. for the whole night, this had been the only silence that made him worried.

slowly, you leaned closer to him, placing your hands around his neck. you looked into his eyes before your eyes lingered on his lips. in a near inaudible whisper you replied, "yes."

the suspense nearly killed him, he placed his lips on yours and melted into the kiss. your lips were soft on his. it was everything he dreamed it to be. his hands ran through your hair before twisting around your waist. you soon smiled into the kiss, breaking apart, resting your forehead on his. "yes?" he said questioning your response.

"yeah, i'll be your girl, if you'll be my boy." he couldn't help but smile at your response.

"okay, okay. deal, i'll be your boy." he looked out at the ocean, "it's kinda late now, so did you wanna do something tomorrow instead? after i finish practice?"

"yeah of course!" you involuntarily yawned.

"you tired too?" he asked.

"kinda... but i don't want tonight to end." you said as you looked at him lovingly.

he copied your facial expression, "it doesn't have to.. yet. we still have the drive home."

he started the car and as he did, king of hearts by wayv played softly on the radio. this time you grabbed his hand and began tracing gentle shapes on his hand, still managing to make his heart race. he wasn't going to get bored of this feeling.

you smiled faintly to yourself, knowing this was the start of something special.

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[butterflyyeo]

stressed

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 832

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you had been stressed out with school lately, and honestly, it was becoming overwhelming. you sat at your desk with your hands on your head in frustration, you just couldn't understand the work. the more you tried to focus, the more stressed you felt. you began to draw little sketches on the side of your page in an attempt to distract yourself.

a soft knock on your bedroom door interrupted your peace, although, you weren't disappointed to see your boyfriend jisung poking his head around the door.

he smiled softly as he walked towards you, "hey y/n." he said as he hugged you from behind where you sat at your desk.

"hey, i've missed you." you say as you lean your head back to look up at him.

"whatcha been up to?" he said, looking at your homework.

"i've been so stressed out with school.." you trailed off, thinking about all the tasks you still had to do.

jisung frowned, "why don't you take a break?" he began, "just for tonight."

"hmmm," you hummed, "i don't want to fall behind." you protested.

"please y/n, i hate seeing you so stressed. don't overwork yourself!" his eyes shone with sincerity, he was genuinely concerned for you. you pondered a moment longer before finally giving in, you couldn't say no to him anyway.

he sighed dramatically, "well that took a lot of convincing." he said jokingly, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

"don't be ridiculous," you lightly hit him and chuckled. he always knew how to make you smile, even when you didn't feel like it.

"so..." he started, "you wanna watch a movie?" he pulled a pouty face for a second before breaking into a smile.

"okay, okay, but i'm choosing!" you said as you wandered into the living room. he followed closely behind and flopped onto the sofa as you picked up the tv remote.

he was sat cross legged on the sofa and you plopped down onto the floor in front of him, leaning your head back onto his knee.

quickly, you searched your favourite movie into netflix, castle in the sky.

"y/n!" jisung whined.

"whaaat?" you mimicked his childish whinge.

"if we are going to watch a studio ghibli movie cant we watch howls moving castle?" he asked.

"we watched that last week! we've seen it a hundred times." you stated, turning around to see his pouty face looking back at you.

"i knowwww but it's my favourite." he said as he leaned closer to you, tilting his head down and giving you the biggest set of puppy dog eyes ever.

copying his actions you replied, "but this is my favouriteee."

he quickly placed a peck on your lips, "fine, but only because you're so cute and i love you."

you chuckled to yourself, satisfied with getting your way, "thanks jisung." you turned back around and pressed play.

shortly after the movie began, you felt jisung's hand brush through your hair, you jumped slightly at the sudden contact.

he laughed lightly, "ah y/n sorry, i didn't mean to scare you!" he retracted his hand.

you leant your head back into his hand, "no, no its okay, i just wasn't expecting it. i don't mind." you smiled to yourself.

both his hands ran through your hair, playing with it softly. he tucked your hair behind your ears and continued to brush it back with his fingers. he brushed it all together and ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.

his hands moved down to your neck which you found ticklish at first, but soon you calmed to his touch. he traced small loops on the back of your neck with his finger before placing his hands on your shoulders. he gently squeezed your shoulders and began to massage them. you lulled your head forward, completely relaxed and starting to feel tired.

"jisung?" you asked quietly.

"yes my love?" he responded, still massaging your shoulders.

you blushed at the way he called you his love, "thank you."

"for what..?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"for helping me relax, i feel so much better now." you tilted your head back and he leant over you, placing his hands on your cheeks.

"oh i'm glad! i don't like seeing you upset y'know.." he leaned in closer and planted a gentle upside down kiss on your lips. he sat back up and shuffled over to the side of the sofa.

you smiled, "i know, i know. i'm just glad i have you."

"i'm glad i have you too, y/n." he pat the spot on the sofa next to him and you crawled up beside him, resting your head in his lap. "now, let's keep watching."

he continued comforting you and making you feel relaxed, until your heavy eyelids fell shut. he looked down to see you fast asleep and was glad that you were finally getting the rest you deserved.

"sweet dreams, y/n. i love you." he whispered, kissing your cheek.

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