choisann

[choisann]

heads up! more stardew. mentions of wonwoo and mc having a child in-game. also mentions of in-game food.

"oh my god."

wonwoo looks up to where you're sitting at the other end of the couch. he had immediately decided to head out of your little shared home in the game while you managed some of the more artisan-related things that needed to be done--putting strawberries into preserves jars, setting up another round of coffee to be made into triple espresso.

"wonwoo." you look up over the edge of your laptop. "our son is crawling."

wonwoo finds himself smiling. is that it? you're so soft over your little bundle of pixels. regardless of whether kids will pop up into your real future, the two of you had wanted to nab that full house achievement. so little soonyoung (there's a small story there as to why he's named after wonwoo's friend which can mainly be boiled down into soonyoung joking about it and you going 'alright, bet') has finally reached the crawling stage of his virtual life. it's cute to see you so excited over it, though: wonwoo thinks its because of how much you two joke about "little baby soonyoung" growing up to be just like his namesake once he can walk.

"honey?" wonwoo's smiling to himself. "he'll be big enough to get a hat soon."

immediately, your head jerks back up. "we're moving to the islands. we have to get him that tiger hat."

it earns a warm laugh from him, and he settles in to his half of the couch. "then we're on the same page. i'll meet you at the docks, honey."

[choisann]

choi seungcheol  ✶ 𓂃   sweet red cherry

w.c : 0.9 k ┊ synopsis : cheol comes home to see you wearing panties with the quote, "fuck this ass" ┊ content warning : smut , established relationship, slight (consensual) somnophilia , unprotected sex (wrap the willy guys) , coming untouched a/n : mdni !! not completely beta read also a little sloppy writing since this is my first actual drabble on the blog (I swear I write better than this, I just got a little nervous help T-T)

Seungcheol had reached home early in the morning after his long flight after shooting. He'd instantly took off his coat and his hoody and his sweaty tshirt and his rough jeans, stripping down to his boxers. With a tired mind, he climbed a top the bed beside you.

You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing a loose old tshirt of his, mumbling something in sleep. The duvet was pulled just till your shoulders, but the aircon was turned off and the weather was starting to get warmer.

It was a sunday and neither of you had to work, so seungcheol indulged in himself, slipping a hand upto your waist, pulling you close. You were sweating, so he pulled off the duvet, too lazy and tired to get up and start the Aircon instead.

You moaned softly as the cooler breeze reached your skin. He took his time sweeping his hand over your clothed curve of skin as he slipped the duvet down. Under the duvet you slept with your one leg hitched up, making your ass look wonderful in your ...

You weren't wearing any pants. Just one bright red pair of soft cotton underwear with the quote at the back - "fuck this ass" - in curvy white font adoring your ass. He rubbed his hand over the plump curve of it, slipping a finger inside the elastic to touch the soft skin, his boxers tight against his erection.

You made a sleepy noise and Seungcheol leaned down towards your neck, pushing the hair from there and exposing the wet strip of skin of your neck. he barely wiped off the beads of sweat before peppering sloppy and wet kisses there. "Baby, wake up," he murmured softly, slipping his palm inside your panties and gripping the flesh.

you squirmed, still sleepy but woken from your slumber. you moaned, feeling your lover's calloused fingers digging in your ass, "mhn, cheollie ..."

"fuck, princess," Seungcheol dipped his hand lower, his fingers getting sucked between your slick lips, "wearing these panties for me, are you? such a tease."

you let out a whorish sound when seungcheol's two fingers slipped right into your heat, "just for you,"

seungcheol pulled you close so he could rub his clothed hard dick directly against your ass. he fingered you really slow, scissoring you open for him. his fingers were long and think and he found your g-spot with a practiced ease, knuckles deep in you. you moaned feeling him add pressure over it.

seungcheol chuckled, "baby, look at you, so horny first thing in the morning," he took his cock out of his boxers, the sound of it slapping against his abdomen doing something very vile in your head. you whined when he took his fingers out of your cunt to coat his dick . he laughed again, giving a few pumps to his dick before moving aside you panties and lining himself with your entrance.

"so fucking needy," he holds your hips as he marked his sentence with a thrust in your vagina. you immediately whimpered, feeling the weight of his thick cock hit deep in you.

he increased his speed soon, hitting your sweet point with every thrust. you let out a series of ah-ah-ahs, whimpering as tears pooled in your eyes.

early in the morning, barely woken up from your sleep, and you feel close to your first orgasm already. This is what you get when you date Choi Seungcheol. You reach your hands towards your panties to touch yourself, but Seungcheol holds back your wrists, "patience, baby. i am going to make you come untouched on my dick."

Seungcheol pulled out momentarily, positioning your hips higher so that your ass was up in the air, and stood on his knees behind you and pulled your underwear down to your thighs, a rope of sticky slick trail connected to your pussy. he slid his cock back into you, gripping your ass as he rammed in you with an increased pace, his cock head hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your eyes rolled back as you felt him in your throat. you clenched around his length feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer, until you came around his length, untouched as he promised, whimpering his name.

he kept fucking you through your release, and you knew he was close too by the way his grip tightened on your cheeks. "fuck," he muttered before dropping his torso over your back, hugging your waist, and removing his dick just in time to cum over your thighs.

both of you fell on the bed, breathing heavily. Seungcheol pulled you closer, kissing you softly. you giggle against his lips as he pulls you closer and cuddles you up, his arms and legs wrapped around your body, imprisoning you in his embrace. "Welcome home, cheollie."

[choisann]

— adore you.

yoon jeonghan x gender-neutral!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff, established relationship!au

it’s seven in the morning, and yoon jeonghan looks like an angel.

he should not be looking like an angel.

he should be looking more like you: frumpy bedhead, wrinkled pyjamas, the imprint of the pillowcase on your left cheek, and a little bit of drool by the corner of your mouth that you wipe away hastily. instead, jeonghan looks like he’s descended from the heavens and chosen to live in your humble abode—bathed in the early morning sun, hair spread around his head like a halo, hands clasped on his chest.

this is a problem, you decide. this is a very big, monumental problem, because right now, you want nothing more than to kiss yoon jeonghan.

how dare he look so ethereal, with his plush lips parted ever so slightly, quirked up the corners, like he’s smirking even in his sleep? how are you supposed to control yourself when he’s right next to you, looking like that? you shift closer to him, not taking your eyes off his face. he’s beautiful—he always is, but especially so like this. 

damn it. this train of thought only makes you want to kiss him even more.

it’s a bit unacceptable; you look like a raccoon who spent several hours scurrying around a dumpster. that’s not to mention your god-awful morning breath. heat creeps up your cheeks—how are you supposed to kiss him without brushing your teeth first? sure, jeonghan might have slept over at your place a few times before, but your relationship is still only a couple months old. why isn’t there some sort of relationship manual that tells you exactly what to do in a situation like this? 

you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice the object of your affection blink his eyes open, watching you as you stare at your pillow, teeth worrying your bottom lip. 

“hi,” jeonghan says. his voice is slurred with sleep, rough and hoarse—and god, that’s doing things to your brain you don’t want to comprehend. you jump.

“...oh,” you reply dumbly. “good morning.”

“good morning.” 

jeonghan arches an eyebrow. you gulp. a moment passes like this—a brief eternity where you’re staring at him with surprise, and he’s staring at you with anticipation. 

finally, he sighs, breaking eye contact. “fine. if you won’t do it, i will.”

“wait, what—”

in one fluid motion, jeonghan sits up straight and captures your lips with his. your eyes widen—what about your morning breath and the bird’s nest sitting on top of your head and the gunk in your eyes and—

jeonghan gently cups the back of your head, and swallows all your indecision with his kiss. you melt, just slightly, leaning your body on him and crumpling the sheets under your hands.

he pulls back, eyes bright and grin infectious. your chest heaves, but you can’t help the giddy smile that overcomes your face.

“good morning, angel,” jeonghan says again, softly. “you look beautiful, by the way.”

[choisann]

"you're getting water everywhere!"

mingyu giggles like the cute pain in the ass he is, and the jerk of his head is enough to splatter more water around your bathroom. he's like a dog in the way he shakes out his hair, and you recoil back in slight disgust at how wet your shirt is getting. the two of you have washed bobpul before after she got into mud during a walk when you were visiting mingyu's family, but now you swear mingyu's worse.

"mingyu!" you huff. "you asked for this and now you can't be still--"

"no, no, i'll calm down," he promises, catching one of your hands in his own. he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "i was ticklish. i'll behave, i promise."

with a roll of your eyes, you reach over him to grab his shampoo, only for him to quickly knock it away. it lands in the tub, sending up water at the two of you, and he gives you a cheeky grin.

"not that one." he reaches for your bottle, holding it up with a little shake as if to show it off. "this one."

with a roll of your eyes, you pop it open. turning the bottle over to squeeze some of your shampoo into your palm, you let out the patient sigh of someone who knows mingyu this well. yet you still adore your partner, silly as he is. "you're buying me more, then."

"done." he looks up at you, eyes twinkling. "i love you."

"yeah, yeah, so you say," you roll your eyes. but then you catch how he pouts at you, and you lean over to peck his lips quickly. "i love you, too, dork."

[choisann]

joshua's a little too focused on the way you're washing his hair now, head leaned back over the sink as you work. sure, the way you're looking at him now with your nose crinkled in disgust isn't the ideal way for you to look at him... but the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes up for it.

"what the hell was wrong with jeonghan?" you frown to yourself. "i mean, how hard is it to not spill half a milkshake on someone's head...?"

joshua knows exactly what happened and he refuses to give that up. he saw the thumbs up jeonghan gave him when you got worked up, offering to help him wash it out of his hair. it was... nice to be the center of attention, too, as you wiped off whatever dripped onto his face and clothes. this is jeonghan's way of giving the two of you alone time, which is weird as hell, but... he can't complain about spending time with you.

"i guess he slipped."

you hum a little, fingers running through his hair again. all he can think about is that and the fact you're using your shampoo for him. it's nice. a part of him really likes smelling like you, even if the scent won't last forever.

it's weird, though: the other day, jeonghan kept going on about how tired he was of having friends who were 'kind of dumb' about their feelings. and now jeonghan's dumping the rest of his milkshake on his head and pushing for you to help clean him up--

"oh my god." he nearly jerks up as you're pressing the sprayer against his scalp.

"shit, is it too hot?" you pull it back to test it on your own hand. "fuck, shua, i'm--"

"you're in love with me."

you stop what you're doing, staring at him. "what?"

fucking leave it to jeonghan to figure it all out and set this scene in motion in his own way. he's probably still downstairs, laughing with seungcheol at how stupid both you and joshua are to not have picked up on it sooner.

joshua shuts his eyes. "oh my god. we're so fucking dumb."

you don't move at all. then, a second later, he feels water running over his scalp. "so... you're...?"

"yeah." he opens his eyes a moment later. "for a while, yeah."

at first, you don't say anything back to him. you just continue to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and he lives for your touch right now. you're so careful not to tug too hard at his hair, just snaking your fingers through it as you ensure you've washed all of the suds out.

"you wanna officially ditch them, then?" you ask after a moment. "once your hair is dry? we could, i dunno, go to a mall. maybe share a pretzel. maybe catch a movie?"

and he just laughs, so endeared to you. "i'd love that."

[choisann]

partner privilege

tldr: just use face i.d.? tf? a/n: i am...delusional

“hyung?”

seungcheol didn’t look up, he typed in the password to his phone, immediately opening his messages to you, “yes, dino?”

when dino hesitated, seungcheol finally looked up. dino looked a little flustered and when seungcheol looked past his maknae’s shoulder, he saw jeonghan and joshua giggling on the other side of the practice room, trying (and failing) to be subtle about watching him and dino. 

immediately sensing he was being set up, he asked again, “yes, dino?” 

dino couldn’t even look seungcheol in the eye. instead he kept his eyes trained on the ground and asked, “why is it that you always type in the password on your phone? why not use face i.d.?” 

seungcheol’s face instantly warmed. his eyes cut across the room to jeonghan and joshua just in time to watch them fall into a puddle of laughter. ignoring dino, he called out to them, “you guys suck!” 

and with that seungcheol left. eager to see you now that practice had ended early. he was going to offer to give jeonghan a ride home on his way over to yours, but not after the shit he just pulled. 

“cheollie, would you please pass me your phone? i want to change the song.” 

seungcheol walked around to the other side of the kitchen island, handing it to you easily, “here, baby.” 

you grabbed the phone with your spare hand, the other still stirring your dinner on the stovetop. 

seungcheol bumped your hip ever so lightly, grabbing the spoon from your hand. “find the song, baby. i’ll stir.” 

you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. you held the phone up to your face, pressing the lock button, illuminating the screen. the phone, sensing your face, immediately unlocked, no password required. 

after a few seconds of searching through his music app, you’d finally found the song that had been stuck in your head at work all day, the soft melody coming gently out of the speaker on your counter. 

you returned to the stove, peering into the pot. bringing a hand to rest on his back, you gently pushed him from the stove. “i’ll finish up here, cheollie. grab some bowls, will you? and if you want rice, put some instant in the microwave. i forgot to make any earlier.” 

he smiled, gummy and broad, relinquishing the spoon to your capable hands. “sure thing, baby. anything for you.”  

[choisann]

two boyfies

tldr: do you actually have two boyfriends like jeonghan said? and why doesn't cheol know? a/n: god, the way i feel about this man should be criminal... references to: drinking and a brief mention of sex

the latest episode of your drama had just finished when seungcheol walked through the door. he was right on time, just like he said he’d be. you were so delighted to see him, running to the door before he could even get both his shoes off, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. 

“missed you,” you tried to convey the sweet message to him but the words came out muffled because of how your face was buried in his chest. 

he understood you nonetheless, he always did, “missed you too, baby.” he pulled you impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, breathing in your soft scent as he did so.

you two stayed like that for what felt like hours, just holding each other after a long day apart: him doing his schedules, you going to work. although you lived together now, it never felt like you’d get enough time with seungcheol. you’re not sure how you survived the days of living separately. 

“baby” he spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the peace in the apartment.

“hmm?” you hummed at him, acknowledging that you heard him but making no real attempt to remove yourself from him. 

you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke, “hannie told me something crazy today and i just have to tell you.” 

this piqued your interest but not enough to get you to look at him, still content to listen to his steady heartbeat, “what?”

“he said,” seungcheol paused for dramatic effect, “that you told him you have two boyfriends.” 

you knew instantly what your (only) boyfriend was referring to. as a blush crept up your neck and onto your face you felt cheol’s chest shake with laughter, you whined and tried to bury yourself deeper into him, not wanting to face his teasing eyes yet. 

“know anything about that baby?” he asked, finally pulling back from you in an attempt to get you to look at him, a little smirk on his lips. 

your head swiveled around, looking around the apartment to find some excuse to get you out of this awkward moment created by your big mouth and your boyfriend’s best friend. 

seungcheol grabbed your chin, pulling your face to look at his, forcing your eyes to meet and in them, you saw nothing but mirth. 

your blush deepened and his smirk grew, “i asked you a question baby. don’t make me repeat myself” 

he released you and you groaned, wholly embarrassed, “cheollie, you know i only have eyes for you.” 

at this confession his smirk bloomed into a full, toothy grin. he could end it here, but he was enjoying seeing you squirm, “are you saying jeonghannie is a liar?” 

you rolled your eyes, “obviously not, he’s just not telling the whole truth.” 

“will you tell me the whole truth then?” he pouted at you, “spent the whole day thinking my baby had another boyfriend. am i not enough for you?” 

part of you wanted to walk away from him, leave the safe embrace of his arms, and rethink the offer on the tip of your tongue about making dinner. but you knew when cheol was playful like this, he wouldn’t let it go. he would keep badgering you all night to tell him what jeonghan had meant and if you really had another man besides him. 

“first of all, in my defense, i only told hannie that i had two boyfriends when i was drunk so you can’t really take my words at face value,” you were trying to rationalize it to him, make him understand the context of this situation you were about to explain to him. 

“you know what they say baby,” seungcheol continued to tease you, “drunk words are sober thoughts.” he looked so smug with his little smirk on, looking down his nose at you, nothing but completely endeared by your shyness. 

“the only thing i said to hannie was it was like i have two boyfriends. i have my seungcheollie and then s. coups.” you couldn’t even look at him as you said this, far too embarrassed by drunk you from a few weeks ago. seungcheol however couldn’t look away, somehow feeling more and more fond as the blush staining your face got impossibly deeper. 

“are they not the same, baby? both are me. how could they be different?” he was goading you on at this point. he knew what you meant, but he just wanted to hear you say it. 

“cheollie…” you whined. you knew he was just dragging this out to tease you further. 

he pulled you into his chest again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and you think you’re in the clear until you hear him murmur against your hairline, “explain it to me, baby”

you huff and whine against him, wanting to escape his hold and this embarrassment, but you know he won't let this go so you concede, dignity be damned, “its like you’re one person when its just you and i. that’s seungcheollie: all soft smiles and tight hugs. seungcheollie takes care of me in a way i never even knew i needed. he’s a lover boy” he hums and you can feel it reverberate in your chest that was tightly pressed against his. when he says nothing more, you take it as a cue to continue. “s. coups is sexy, domineering, and intimidating. he has this huge presence that’s impossible to ignore. he fucks. he’s different than just you cheollie, you know it.” 

at first, it was quiet and you thought the teasing was over. you were so embarrassed you had just admitted all of that to him, hoping he didn’t think you were a weirdo. 

then he giggles. his giggles trigger your own and suddenly you’re both holding each other, laughing in the entryway to your apartment, cheol with one shoe still on despite having gotten home a while ago. 

after the laughter subsides, he looks down at you, smiling fondly, “you’re so cute, baby. i love you so much. we both do.” 

he leans down for a kiss but you groan, pushing him away, walking towards the kitchen, intent on starting dinner but not sure if your boyfriend deserves it. 

he laughs, following behind you like a lost puppy, determined to show you how even though you feel like you have two boyfriends, you’re the only one for him. 

[choisann]

healing comes in small doses (v): fevers and proposals

pairing: boyfriend! kim mingyu x afab! reader

healing comes in small doses masterlist

synopsis: in which mingyu asks you a question in the worst timing possible.

w.c: 2,253

tags: npr, non idol!au, established relationship, gendered terms, terms of endearment (baby, babe), soft mingyu, fluff, sick!mingyu, mentions of sickness, discussions of marriage, mingyu is whipped--down bad

warnings: none that i am aware of, please let me know if i missed anything!

***Takes place before they got married and had Seo Ah!

a/n: partly inspired by Stupid in Love by MAX ft. Yunjin <3 I feel like Mingyu is the type to blurt out something when overwhelmed tehee.

as always, i thrive on tags, reblogs, and comments!<3

It’s a beautiful night out, right when the snow begins to thaw to welcome the warmth of spring. It may be cold, but Mingyu couldn’t care less. He’s warmer than he’s ever been with you. You’d argue that its his fever and scold him for convincing you that he needs fresh air and a walk—not tucked snugly in his sheets like you told him to. He thinks you feel the same as he does though, content to sit on a damp bench in the middle of the quaint little park in your neighborhood. Your hands are tucked into your pockets, no doubt cradling the hot packs you picked up from the mini stop. There’s a paper cup of streaming tea on his hand while your own hot drink is settled beside you.

Mingyu can’t remember what you both were laughing about. Maybe it’s his fever-induced brain or maybe its really just how he’s overwhelmed with a wave of adoration that fills his lungs, fogs his brain, and tingles to his fingertips that he just has to be touching you somehow. A cool mist escapes his lips as he breathes with stars in his eyes.

Marry me, please.

Your giggles abruptly stop and there’s that faraway look in your eyes. Your own sudden contemplation startles him that his browns furrow in concern. Did he say something stupid? Were you distracted? Did something cross your mind? Did you suddenly see someone from across the street?

“Marry you?” you quietly ask.

The question gives Mingyu a whiplash. So, he did say something stupid. No , it wasn’t stupid but he did say something out loud that was only meant for him to hear—for now. You bear no readable reaction, unlike your boyfriend who’s expressive and predictable. It makes him panic, makes him feel the sudden cold, and churns his stomach uncomfortably.

“Uh…yeah,” Mingyu says lamely.

You’re pursing your lips and it worries him. He’s terribly scared that he frightened you, pressured you. He knows this was a heavy topic for you. Especially, after your last boyfriend had intentions of marrying you—but after you had extensively questioned him, you had decided you were not in the same page. It was not as if you had made these decisions of dating so carelessly that you wouldn’t follow through with them. Mingyu learned during his one-sided pining of you that you had an intense self-preservation instinct that would often times show that you could take care of yourself than anyone can. So, when your ex-boyfriend did not meet all the difficult conversations and expectations with something as serious as marriage—you decided that as much as you loved the potential of your ex, he simply could not provide you the life you could better provide for yourself. Not only were you left broken hearted by the whole ordeal, but your ex managed to rub salt to the wounds by telling you that your standards were unrealistic and that men can only do so much that you should just suck it up. You often griped about it to Mingyu on your failed dates or on nights where you wondered whether you should have given your ex a chance when he was only half ready.

Mingyu was thankful you never gave in though, because once he was sure you were ready and open to the idea of dating again—he confessed, you accepted.

Your independency was a force to be reckoned with, it was Mingyu’s only competition when he finally decides to pursue you. And here you were now, a year and a half later into dating.

Mingyu had known you long enough and well enough to have resolved in himself that you were whom he wanted to marry.

Yet due to your own evident issues from your last relationship and the nature of your own family’s dynamic, he decides to let the conversation of marriage come naturally and comfortably in its own time.

Definitely not this soon though.

He watches you apprehensively as you reach for your cup and take a sip, expression unreadable as ever. Your lips curl into a crooked smile but it’s what you say that takes him aback.

“Sure, babe, how do you feel about a civil wedding? You still have the number of…Judge what’s-his-name? That one senior in high school with the buzzcut?”

Your tone was amused, mischievous but Mingyu easily falls into the light cadence of the topic.

“You mean Park Ji Sung? Yeah, I think I have his email somewhere.” Mingyu frowns, “But baby, I want to see you in a wedding dress, and walk down the aisle.”

“Of course,” you smile, “We can do that.”

“You’re going to look so beautiful.”

You chuckle at his dreamy sigh, “Who are we inviting?”

Mingyu’s shifting in his seat to face you with an enamored grin, “What if I told you I don’t really want to think about the guest list?”

Raising a brow, you turn to face him too, “You mean you just want to get married? That’s it?”

Mingyu nods, grin bright under the lamp post’s dim light. You laugh leaning against his forearm stretched at the back of the bench, “Okay…then what?”

Your boyfriend mirrors your movement, tilting his head to rest on his shoulder, his warm puffs of breath caressing your face.

“Cake from Mrs. Boo.”

“But I want chicken from Mrs. Kwon’s too.”

“Done deal.”

“Then what?”

“We’ll have our honeymoon of course.”

“Where?”

“Hm…somewhere warm but somewhere with art galleries or a museum. I know how much you enjoy those.”

Your cheeks turn pink, and he wants to think its because of him, not the cold, “I’d take you to the local gardens and markets too. You’d look so beautiful in those sundresses you keep in the back of your closet.”

Flustered, you huff out a giggle, “Sounds like you’re thinking of somewhere around Europe.”

“Exactly. You’re so smart, this is why I love you,” Mingyu affectionately rubs your chin. “How do you feel about a one-way ticket to Italy?”

You roll your eyes albeit amused, “How about our visa? The paperwork? We’re going to get deported.”

It’s something he was sure you would think of. That’s why he was surprised you even took part in this conversation so lightly. It was in your nature, to think ahead, plan ahead, and be thorough. It was a trait of yours he’s proven time and time again he could do for you.

Mingyu smiles tenderly, eyes glazing over in a haze of adoration. He knows what he’ll say next would probably worry you, turn the conversation sour, but he has faith you know him well enough to tell that he’s sincere. It was the truth after all, so he tells you.

“If I said that I didn’t think of that part through? That I’m just so stupidly in love with you, it wouldn’t matter where we were as long as I married you.”

Your gaze softens to something unreadable, but not the enigmatic one like earlier. You just seemed to drift far off into his eyes, and you kiss the palm resting on your cold cheek that easily warms at his admission.

“Of course, you would, Gyu. I’m so in love with you too.”

His eyes wrinkle adorably and he lets out that quiet giggle you adore before he leans forward to kiss your forehead. Earlier, he had been adamant about not kissing you on the lips in fear that you’d catch his sickness. It results in his pouts and damp mood to not be able to kiss you but hey, you still dote on him so sweetly while he’s sick so he supposes it’s not so bad.

The warmth of his skin must have reminded you of his condition that you pat his thigh, before standing up.

“Your fever…we should go,” you gently suggest, “You need lots of sleep, mister.”

Suddenly, whatever butterflies he’s been feeling in his stomach about the whole conversation of future with you turn into bats of terror. Mingyu wordlessly stands up, stiffly taking your cups to dispose into a bin. He’s dragging his feet a little while he follows you to the flat. Watching you from his periphery as you tuck your chin into your puffer jacket.

Did you just entertain him? Did you think this was all his fever induced babbling? Did you not take him seriously?

You probably did. And he doesn’t know which stings more—the fact that you were probably not serious about it or that you abandoned your stand to give into his musings because he was sick.

His steps unconsciously slow down to a stop just before you round the corner leading to the building of your flat.

Maybe it was his fever that makes him easily vulnerable but he can’t help it—you’ve always easily tugged at his heart strings into so many different emotions.

Sensing that something was amiss with your boyfriend, you turn around to face him. Mingyu is sure he probably looks like a kicked puppy with the way your brows raise in question before they furrow in worry.

“Gyu? Is everything alri-“

“If I asked you to marry me, would you accept?” he blurts out. This was no place to have conversations like this but he feels he could cry once the thought of you not seeing a future with him crosses his mind.

Hell, he might be teary eyed now if the way you hurriedly rush to him to reach up and cup his face is anything to go by. Your eyes are wide when you tilt his head to look at you properly.

“Oh, Gyu,” you murmur softly before rising on your tippy toes, pulling him by the neck to your embrace. “Did you think I was just messing around?”

Slouching, he shyly nods against the crook of your neck while he draws you closer.

“Oh baby,” you sigh, rubbing comforting circles across his broad shoulders.

He feels pathetic, worried you’d think he was manipulating you just because he was too sick to regulate his emotions and expressions. But the thought of a future without you just makes him hollow with longing. He’d rather rip the band aid now than agonize over it before you were ready to have an actual discussion over it.

“I didn’t mean to bring it up now,” he mumbles into your skin, too embarrassed to face you, “I mean I-..I did think about it. It is something I want with you. I just didn’t realize I said it out loud and now I-…I know how you feel about these topics. I know you want to be thorough, sure and secure when it comes to discussions like this. I wanted to wait for you to be comfortable enough to bring it up but my stupid mouth just---I’m sorry. Please, the last thing I want for you is to feel uncomfortable and pressured—please, don’t-“

“Mingyu, baby,” you stop his rambling once you catch on to what he’s trying to say. “Can you look at me?”

Mingyu’s hesitant to leave the safety of your embrace but after a deep breath, he slowly pulls his face away from your neck. Gently, you cradle his jaw, gazing up at him tenderly.

“I’m sorry if I came off inattentive because you were right when you said that I am very serious about… these kinds of topics.” Stroking the skin beneath his eyes, you continue, “But I meant every thing I said…well except for agreeing with the one-way ticket though.”

Mingyu lets out a raspy laugh, leaning into your palms.

“And I meant it too, when I said I am so in love you, Gyu,” you smile, your own eyes shining with unshed tears, “You make me feel so excited talking about a future with you. I have never felt so comfortable talking about it freely like we did a while ago.”

Your admission makes him want to cry, but he forces himself not to. Because he hasn’t proposed yet—yes, he made a separate savings account for a future with you but he shouldn’t cry—he hasn’t proposed yet, he hasn’t---

You sniffle and smile, tucking your thumb into the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the tear that escapes the corner of his eye.

“Stop,” you whine, “The happy tears should be for the actual engagement, no?”

 Mingyu lets out his happy giggles and nods, speechless and overwhelmed with relief that you—the girl of his dreams, the girl he pined for so long, the girl he worked hard for to prove that he loved you so much he’d care for you in ways you never thought of—wanted a future with him.

He squeezes you into his chest, lifting you off your feet as he swings you from side to side. Your soft laughs rise into the air and he momentarily forgets about his stubborn decision to not kiss your lips while he’s sick. He’s so drunk in love that he dips his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You don’t protest, smiling against him and curling your fingers into his hair.

Mingyu pulls away just slightly, his warmed skin and breaths caressing the cold tip of your nose, “But baby, you didn’t answer my question though.”

If I asked you to marry me, would you accept?

You grin in mischief, “Well, we’ll just have to see when you ask, hm?”

But the bright twinkle in your eyes tells him your answer anyway.

a/n: please remember that proposals are surprises but the idea of getting married shouldn't be a surprise. anyhow, i may have projected a bit to kghkfjd. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this short installment! Comment if you want to be added to the taglist <3

[choisann]

˚ · . sweet blue - k. mingyu

summary: your husband’s not very good at asking for things, not even for a shave. but of course, he gets it either way.

pairing: husband!mingyu x afab!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings/tags: kissing, shaving, mentions of use of a blade

a/n: i took a long and unexpected break from writing and i’m happy to be back <3 this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo long and i finally finished it today. the ending was kinda rushed but i wanted to publish it either way to kinda get myself out of this slump. as always, feedback & likes/reblogs are always welcome :)

the dark colored marble touches the front of your thighs as you inch closer, which surprises you but you try your best not to flinch because of the task at hand. at this moment, you feel like an artist, a sculptor if you will; carefully carving clay with utmost precision. except you’re not a sculptor, and you’re not carving clay. you’re in your bathroom giving your husband, mingyu, a shave.

this was new for the both of you, as mingyu always just shaved his incredibly slow growing mustache by himself. what started all this is him seeing you in your nightstand or in the bathroom doing your makeup and skincare, and he finds it all so amusing. he swears harps and violins play in the background when you’re in your own little world, dusting your cheeks with blush, taking your mascara off, or applying lip balm? lip… stick? lip…. whatever it is that you put on your lips, he thinks to himself. all he knows is that he can watch you do it all day. but he’s also left wondering, how it would feel to do what you do on him.

for some reason, mingyu isn’t able to muster up the courage to ask you straightforward to do his skincare, but he is able to ask you to be the one to shave him since he tells you its that time of the month where his mustache gotten too long for his liking. he comes up with the excuse of not doing the job well enough, and that his face gets all ‘itchy’ afterwards. which is all a lie of course, but it’s enough to convince you to do what he asks of you.

and so you find yourself in your shared bathroom at nine in the morning, standing in between your husband’s legs as he sits on the counter, both of your faces inches from each other. the room is silent but not eery, it’s a comfortable silence. mingyu had joyfully shown you the things he uses for his shaving routine: a cheap razor, shaving cream, some aftershave seokmin had recommended to him, and a towel.

“you really should get one of those good quality razors. not these disposable ones.” you scold mingyu softly, looking at him sternly with one hand resting on his head and the other holding the razor.

“but they’re expensive.” he extends the last syllable in protest, his reply a bit garbled as he tries his best not to move his mouth too much. you know mingyu well enough that he would be pouting at this moment, if only you weren’t shaving his upper lip.

you’re too focused on the task at hand that you don’t bother arguing with the giant sulky man in front of you. you continue making slow downward strokes using the razor, watching the hair slowly disappear. mingyu doesn’t have a lot of hair on his face like other guys but you take your time, making sure to get the job done right. it is, after all, your first time.

your husband watches as your lips contort out of focus; a habit of yours that he’s taken notice and grown fond of over the years. every now and then , you get rid of the hair and cream, swishing the razor in the sink that’s filled about halfway in water. mingyu feels nothing else but happiness and content in this very moment that he’s internally doing jumping jacks.

your resting hand shifts from his head and onto his cheek to get better leverage and mingyu just has to lean in to your touch. he relishes the feeling of your warm hand and then looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

“baby…” you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what on earth he’s doing this for in the middle of a shave. mingyu doesn’t react to your words but instead shoots you a small derpy smile, and only you would know what he means.

if there’s one thing your husband is good at, it’s getting you to give him your love and attention without even saying anything. there are nights when mingyu comes home exhausted and all he has to do is stand there in your doorway, signalling to you that he wants to be in your embrace. or when you get up earlier than him and you find him just as he’s about to wake up; he’s buried in the sheets, hair all messy, just laying there, silently telling you that he wants a taste of your lips before his morning coffee.

and it’s the same thing he’s doing now. you let out a small sigh as you tilt your head a bit in fake annoyance before you lean in to connect your lips with his. it’s quick but it’s enough that mingyu lets out a hum of contentment. you pull back and he giggles as your lips catches some of the shaving cream, giving yourself a tiny little mustache.

“happy?” you quickly reply, and mingyu catches you to plant another kiss on your lips, placing his hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss a bit.

“very.” he says, as he swipes the pad of his thumb on your upper lip to get rid of the shaving cream he transferred onto you. his giggles bounce off the quiet walls of your bathroom.

“now can you sit still so i can finish this little bit that’s left?” you say to him, and he replies with a small nod and a sheepish smile, one that’s big enough that his canines show through. mingyu feels like a sixth grader who just kissed his crush. if the marble counter wasn’t in the way, he’d be kicking his feet.

you finish the small patch of hair that he has left and you proceed to put aftershave on him, assuming it is what you put after one shaves. you put a little bit on your hands and you’re thrown off by its strong musky scent. surely this can’t be good for his skin, you think to yourself.

“babe, you really use this stuff? i think this is way too strong for you.” you say with a worried look on your face. “well… seokmin told me it was good so i just used it too.” he replies.

“well yeah, it could be working for him but for you… i’m not too sure. i don’t know… i’m just worried.” you trail off, getting some tissue to rid your hands of the product and his eyes follow you around the bathroom while you do so. you shuffle back to stand in between mingyu’s legs, “i’ll go get something from my stuff instead.”

he watches as you momentarily leave the room to grab something from your vanity. he waits in the bathroom like a five year old waiting for his mom at the grocery counter. he hears the sound of your drawer open and close and it makes him chew at his lower lip in excitement.

“okay, this should do the job.” you say as you take the product onto your hands and pat it gently on your husband’s annoyingly smooth face. you make sure to cover all the parts that the blade has touched, and your head tilts left and right trying to make sure you didn’t miss any spot.

the way his eyes light up and follow your every move don’t go unnoticed by you. his hands make their way to rest on your hips again, squeezing every so gently as not to distract you.

“aaand, that’s the last bit of it.” you say, tightening the cap of your moisturizer and setting it down on the counter. mingyu internally pouts because the task is done, nonetheless he still props himself off the counter to take a look in the mirror.

“thank you, baby.” he says softly, shooting you a sweet smile as he turns to face you again. his arms snake around your waist to pull you in for a kiss and just when your noses touch, you pause. “you know… we still have a bit of time before we have to head out. why don’t we go back to bed for a little while?”

mingyu instantly picks up on what you’re trying to say and of course he jumps on the opportunity, “yeah?” he questions, and you nod as you wrap your arms around his neck. “well you know i can’t say not to that.” his smile reaching from one ear to the other. he leans down to attach his lips to yours as the both of you slowly walk backwards into your bedroom.

“oh, one more thing.” you mumble, momentarily breaking away from the kiss. “mhmm..” mingyu hums, and you feel it rumble in his chest. “i know you don’t get ‘itchy’ after you shave, it was just an excuse to get me to do it for you.” your tone is playful, and right then and there mingyu knows you’ve got him.

“what-huh? n-yes, i do!” your husband stutters, his ears turning red in embarrassment. “sweetheart, you really expect me to believe that? i know you like the back of my hand.” you reply. before mingyu is able to say anything else, you grab his arm and lead him out of your bedroom. “now let’s go, you owe me a yummy breakfast.”

[choisann]

^᪲᪲᪲ what the world has to offer

SYNOPSIS: you were supposed to be home about thirty minutes ago. mingyu doesn't know why you aren't home yet and all his calls are left unanswered and his texts, delivered, but not read.

PAIRING: mingyu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

notes: this is pretty self indulgent y'all also also omg first written piece that i've posted for the world to see in 4 years???? also im not very satisfied with how i ended this so my bad y'all but hopefully i get to write more in the coming weeks !!

hpr btw

'i'm close by, i'll be there in five mins !!!'

going by your last text, you should've been home about thirty minutes ago. needless to say, mingyu was beyond worried, pacing back and forth in your shared kitchen while he also he kept an eye on the boiling pasta.

'y/n.'

delivered.

'y/n why aren't you answering my calls???'

delivered, yet again.

delivered, but not read.

mingyu's anxiety, which had picked up upon the ten minute mark, only increased as all his texts were left unopened and unanswered.

the pasta had finally come to a boil. as mingyu turns the stove off, a soft tune fills the otherwise empty house.

his phone was ringing.

mingyu goes to pick his phone up, his speed only picking up when he sees your name illuminating on the phone screen. he attends your call, ready to chide you as he adjusts his phone so that you could see his (rather upset) face.

"y/n, why the fuck won't you—"

"i don't think i'm coming home tonight," you cut him off.

mingyu raises an eyebrow. he knew exactly why you were late the moment he saw you sat, leaning against a wall that looked much like the wall of the entrance to your apartment complex.

you angle your phone towards your lap, and there it was. the reason why you weren't home yet.

laying down cozily on your lap was a sleeping cat, pearly white fur with specks of dust and brown spots. if mingyu was right the stray was probably—

"i think he was abandoned," you pull him away from his thoughts, gently swiping your fingers over the cats ear that was cut at the tip, indicating it was spayed either by a rescue team or its previous owner. your free hand goes to cradle its head as it tips back.

a soft smile falls on mingyu's slightly chapped lips, his eyes gazing at his screen with so much love. he leans closer to the camera. "you don't even look at me with this much love," mingyu jokes, causing you to chuckle softly, "i'll bring him something to eat yeah?"

you nod and allow mingyu to cut the call. a shiver runs down your spine while you wait for your boyfriend to come down to join you. it was a particularly chilly evening. as you wait for mingyu, you watch the cat as its body rises and falls in a gentle rhythm. you had placed your woolen scarf over the cat earlier, when it had fallen asleep, afraid that it might be too cold for him. you sit there, wondering how confused the cat must have felt upon being thrown into the streets to fend for itself after being sheltered for so long. you felt sorry. the world is too cruel, you think to yourself.

"hi," mingyu's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. you lift your head to look up at your grinning boyfriend, the scarf wrapped around his neck doesn't hide his sharp canines shining under the dim light of the lamppost.

"hi," you whisper back as mingyu squats down across you. with all the sudden commotion, the cat stirs awake, sleep eyes blinking up at the new figure before him. "he's awake," you note, eyeing the cat cautiously, praying that the presence of another person doesn't scare him.

the cat sits up immediately, the scarf draped over his body, slipping onto the ground. its eyes land on the small tin of cat food which mingyu had bought along. good thing mingyu had bought a bunch of those since you have a habit of feeding strays in your area whenever you come across one.

you loved cats. mingyu knew that much. going out on walks with you almost always meant that you'd both would have to stop somewhere in the side of a road because you came across a stray cat. sometimes, you'd stop mid conversation if you see one, rushing towards it, muttering a soft "look! cat!" mingyu doesn't mind, though.

in fact, it was this quality of yours that made him fall so deeply in love with you. despite the pain the world had given you, love was all you ever gave back. that too with a big grin on your face. when you'd run towards a stray cat mid-conversation, you'd miss the fond smile that'd fall on mingyu's lips. when he'd go shop for groceries, you'd miss the absent-minded smile that'd paint his lips when he'd inevitably walk down the aisle containing pet food. when he'd see you sat beside your potted plant, talking for hours about anything and nothing at all while a slow song plays in the background, you'd miss the way he'd look at you, with hearts in his eyes.

they can hear you. it helps them grow better, you had told him.

once again, you had missed the way he was smiling at you. "or so it seems." a puff of air briefly forms in front of mingyu's mouth as a chuckle escapes his lips. the cat jumps out of your lap and approaches the can of food cautiously, almost as if it'd disappear if he'd look away. gently, mingyu pushes it closer towards the cat, assuring that the food is, in fact, for him.

you sit on your knees, your freezing hands falling on your lap as the cat takes his first few bites, his entire face fitting into the can. when he lifts his head, his overgrown whiskers are coated with minced meat. you and mingyu coo softly as the cat looks up at the two of you with his minced meat clad fur and whiskers.

you laugh, your eyes crinkling at the sides. you sounded so beautiful. music that mingyu wishes was only reserved for his ears; for him to listen to and cherish. but alas, the world knows your name.

"you've taken quite a liking towards him," mingyu points out.

you look at your boyfriend, "i wish we could take him home." an unsaid plea.

mingyu laughs softly, reaching forward to gently pat your head, "i'm free tomorrow. i'll pick you up from work and we both can take him to get vaccinated, alright?" he smiles, mirroring your own beaming smile, "i'm sure bopeul would like a friend or two when we go visit my family when i get a break."

"and, i'm sure dollop would love bopeul too," you say.

mingyu raises a brow, "is that what we're naming him?"

"yes."

"dollop it is then," he smiles, reaching down to gently boop its snout.

you miss the way mingyu smiles at you when you aren't looking. but, you never miss the way he loves you. all the little ways he's shown his love. you've never once had to ask for something. he'd know.

maybe this was what the world had to offer for all the love you've given it.

[choisann]

heads up: mentions of wearing contacts

seungcheol is standing outside of the bathroom when you step out, arms folded across his chest. "who hurt you and what did they say."

it isn't a question, and you're already confused by how suddenly imposing he's become. you sniffle again though the tears are long gone, and he gives you a pointed look--as though your crying gives you away.

"mingyu said you left crying," he says. "who do i need to talk to?"

he's always been protective of you, standing up for you when you're too anxious to do it. but you're still confused. "cheollie, what are you talking about?"

something about him melts a little when you call him cheollie, but he takes a deep breath, squaring back up. he's not cheollie, not when he thinks something is wrong enough that you cry, and you see the way he pushes back on the urge to become all soft and tender with you. "mingyu said you were talking with jeonghan and the others when suddenly you started crying and ran out of the room."

what was he...? oh! the realization hits you all at once, and you almost laugh. "no one hurt me, cheollie."

"i know they can go a little far with their jokes sometimes," he starts to say, taking your face into his hands, "all you have to do is tell them to stop--or tell me, and i can tell them--"

"my contact slipped," you say, resting your hands over his own. "it hurt, so i teared up and booked it to the bathroom so i could fix it."

he stops entirely for a moment, staring at you. a moment later, he's just quiet as he lets out an "... oh." yet when you snort in laughter, he's already pouting. "i was worried about you! are you going to make fun of me for being worried?!"

"a little," you lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, still giggling as you walk away from him. "gonna tell the others you're so protective you're gonna fight my contacts--"

seungcheol gasps as he rushes after you. "don't--they'll never let me live it down!"

"that's the point!"

[choisann]

sneaky link || choi seungcheol (18+)

pov: you can't stand the b*tch, but her brother's fine as f*ck.

title: sneaky link

pairing: sneaky link!seungcheol x (f)reader

genre/rating: smut, "enemy's" brother au, 18+

wc: 0.4k

warnings: h*ndjob, implied oral s*x, dirty talk, praise k*nk, spitting, subby!scoups, kissing, c*m eating, public s*x sort of, that should be all

release date: march 29th, 2024; 11:40pm est

note: my first fic here lol. let me know if you like it. idk i may make this a short series so this would be a teaser if i did. divider credit.

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"We're gonna get caught,” Seungcheol utters from his trembling lips. He’s shivering with neediness as he hopelessly attempts to keep his cries of pleasure at bay. “Fuck, how do you even do that?"

He’s hot, sweating—a puddle of pure desperation in the palm of your hand. A hand that wraps around his dick like a glove, giving him encouraging strokes to draw out an awaiting orgasm.

He's been whiny, complaining all day about wanting to fuck you. 

So, you dragged his ass to the pantry, and pushed him against the nearest wall. 

"Shh. Remember, you asked for this,” you remind him.

"B-But, I'm going to come all over the floor if you don't stop...Ah, shit!" 

He's babbling, and stuttering all over his words, droplets of tears form in his eyes as he tries to hold back.

"Good for you. You deserve that, baby,” you praise. “You always make me feel good. Now, it's your turn. Let go; make a fucking mess."

You offer words of encouragement within the same breath as your filthy commands.

Spitting on his thick cock, you set a punishing pace, smirking at the lewd sound of wetness squelching between your skins.

"I can’t do that—”

Seungcheol tries to hold it in, and stop himself from releasing his unholy thoughts onto the freshly waxed floor, but you provide him no aid in doing so. You use your other hand to grab his face, forcing him to look at you before you pull him in for a sloppy kiss.

He releases a long and exhausted whine into your mouth as the most intense orgasms he's ever had comes over him. You pull away once he’s able to control the volume of his voice, and watch as the ropes of cum spill onto the floor.

"Good job, baby. That was so sexy; you did so well for me," you whisper in his ear.

His dick twitches as you leave soft kisses down his neck, faintly moaning your name through his bruised lips. He’s spent, but he still has a lot more to give.

"Just take it easy, baby.”

When he realizes you’re dropping to your knees, his eyes widen with disbelief.

“Hey, are you crazy? My sister’s calling me. I gotta go.”

"She’ll be okay. I need to clean up my mess,” you reply, licking the cum from his hardening cock.

His sister’s calls are ignored, and by the time you’re done with Seungcheol…your invitation to dinner will be revoked.

[choisann]

to build a home: thinking of you, wherever you are & wherever i am

pairing: idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader

snippets of how you take care of someone who equally shares the same spotlight and odd schedules. 

masterlist

synopsis: you've been away for a shoot while he's away for tour, how do you possibly keep up?

tags: idol!au, married life, long distance, romance, fluff, supportive fans, supportive members, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

warnings: npr, mentions of violence (in the movie y/n plays in), mentions of food

reader notes: afab, shorter than wonwoo

w.c: 2,568

a/n: thank you everyone for your support in the first installment! kindly reblog with tags let me know your thoughts too. You've all been so sweet. <3 The idea of the movie is inspired by and a direct adaptation of an Agatha Christie book but I won't tell you which until the show in this au finishes just to keep you from spoilers lmao! this maybe entirely self-indulgent (for now) with how smooth the showbizness is but i am aware its not exactly like this irl. but leave me alone, its fiction lmao. Again, help this rookie out if i missed anything with the tags or technicalities. I hope you like this!

Your show, Unknown Number, only aired 4/12 episodes. It quickly became a hit, ranking fifth among South Korea’s Billboards and third in Netflix. Directors, producers, and co-stars alike attribute the success to your role–having been famous and loved for your talent in the thriller genre. With a warmth creeping up your ears, you humbly deny the cheers and credit it to the amazing writer and the hard work of each one. 

Unknown Number is a riveting story of ten individuals who had been selected as winners of some lucky draw. Their prize includes a ferry trip to an island of paradise. What a once in a lifetime deal! Upon reaching the island, the individuals discovered they were strangers amongst themselves. But to their surprise they had all the luxury and everything they needed except they were alone with no one else to manage nor care for them. Just ten people idling precious time in an island with everything they could possibly need. It was peaceful, exciting even until an unknown number began calling each individual one by one. 

And each cryptic call lead to an impending death.

Your role was a stoic, well-respected lawyer who seemingly needed that vacation as much as her companions did. 

And with the first few episodes, the audience figured your character would be the ace of the mystery with her quick thinking and calm resolve with each tense situation.

The curious and enthusiastic reception of the show had you giggling in anticipation as you scroll through the comments on your instagram. You had just posted random snippets of what went on behind the scenes without spoiling too much, your manager made sure of that. So you settle for a shot of you during one of the scenes where you were staring at the bathroom mirror, face rough with exhaustion after the first death in the show, only this time, you could see the cameras and lights set up around you. A second shot was of you and one of your co-stars, Park Shin-Hye laughing and messing around in the background over the seaweed wigs you both sported during one of the beach scenes. A third shot was one of the beach, coffee and booked perched by your side. Finally, one selfie of yourself, holding up a peace sign and wink in spite of the special effects makeup of bruises and dirt smeared over your face.

You’re sitting in one of the chairs while your stylists touch up your look, once in a while taking a sip of the iced coffee your co-star treated you. The rest of your team have done the same, either getting their retouch, taking a quick power nap, or rehearsing their lines with each other. You scroll through your phone with a barely suppressed smile.

itsy/nnn__ “Thankful for everyone’s hardwork! Please look forward to the end~”

“you did so well noona!”

“pls don’t die here hnggg, im really enjoying your character!”

“kkkkk i didn’t think shin hye unnie would be carefree like this! You’re really something else y/n unnie!”

“Love love love you!”

“you’re so pretty!”

“Noona, i have a theory you’re the unknown number kkkk”

“Where’s wonwoo?”

“❤️❤️❤️”

“Can’t wait for the next episode! Fighting!”

Most days, you wish you could do more than abide by your manager’s guidelines and send hearts to everyone. You wish you could reach through the screen and hug your fans for their sweet support. The backhanded comments in between don’t phase you anymore. Not since your husband’s leader, Seungcheol once told his fans that they were too busy receiving love that they don’t notice the hate.

One comment surprises you, however.

everyone_woo: “beautiful as always. i’m proud of you 🍳❤️“

The emoji earns you a snort, fondness blooming in your chest at the fact that its a joke understood by no one else but you two. You’re forever thankful that PLEDIS Entertainment never imposed a no-dating rule for their idols and that this would not be an issue for them given that you’re married. In fact, the publicity of your relationship only serves to heighten the status of each label or management you are under. 

The reply section goes crazy, cooing over the cuteness and teasing your husband for his forwardness as he was mostly known for his reserved and quiet nature. You can’t stop yourself from smiling widely, thankful for the support from the fans. 

itsy/nnn__: “❤️❤️❤️ see you soon!” 

And you wish for that soon to be sooner than it is. 

You’ve spent the last few weeks on the island shooting the remaining episodes while your husband was on tour. While away, you took photos of every little thing that reminded you of him and made sure to send them to your husband to let him know you saw him in every corner he wasn’t. The stray cat by the docks that reminds you of that one time you both nearly adopted one during one of your overseas vacations. The sunset hitting the sea and the sparkling sand when he blushed at your cheesiness when you wrote his name in the sand with a heart. The water lilies by the freshwater lake which was his birth flower. Even the origami boat you made with one of the table napkins. You  then sent him a teasing reminder of that one night he surprised you with dinner at home but had no idea how to fold napkins like they do in the restaurant. In a panic, he settled for folding it like a boat.

You miss him, but this was the price you had to pay for your corresponding jobs. He’d be back home in a few days but you would still need to spend two more days shooting when he is home.You could only hope that you and your team would produce exceptional performances in just a few takes. The better the outcome, the earlier the director could send you all home for a three day break before coming back to the island for the finale.

“Alright, everyone! Places in five!”

You put down your coffee as the makeup artist rushes her movements and gives you a thorough once over before sending you back to set. You thank her with a smile, rehearsing the lines in your head before you go through another grueling four hours of shoot.

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It’s 10:03 PM by the time you retire to your assigned lodging. While your colleagues had asked you to spend a few more hours for a drink by the campfire, you politely declined saying that you were exhausted. In fact, you’re a little surprised that they still have that much energy in them after so many takes of you guys running through the jungle to get that one scene’s intensity correctly. They nod in understanding, wish you a good night’s rest. 

You heave out a deep sigh once you’ve shut your door, leaning against it for reprieve your sore legs. Sometimes you wonder what insane stamina your husband holds after a full day of dance practice and a gym workout after. A hilarious irony when you think of how he’s easily drained during a six hour concert, earning him a place among the Iron Deficiency Unit. 

You check your phone to find that you’ve received a few messages from Wonwoo, your best friend, mother, Hoshi and one missed call from Wonwoo. 

wonu 🖤: hey, baby. We just got back from our little sightseeing. We’re doing some final checks on our outfits and equipment. 

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You smile at the mirror selfie Wonwoo holds towards the dressing room mirror with Hoshi peeping over his shoulder in one then holding up his ‘claws’ in the second. 

wonu 🖤 hoshi had been begging me for spoilers of the show but i told him i planned to watch the whole thing in one sitting when im with you

wonu 🖤:expect to get a few messages from him.

Soonyoung: Noonnaaaaa, hi! Pls just answer this one question only and i promise not to bother you again.

Soonyoung: Is the doctor the unknown number?

You giggle a little wondering if you should answer that question. 

The following messages are sent an hour later.

wonu 🖤: they gave us the rest of the evening to rest up for tomorrow’s final rehearsal. Mingyu and some others are headed out. Im staying back with jeonghan hyung and play a couple of games on my phone. 

wonu 🖤:take care ok? I know you are working so hard. Call me anytime you are free

The last message and missed call are from thirty minutes ago, during your debriefing and dressing down to comfortable clothes.

wonu 🖤: i hope you ate well!

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He sends you a photo of a well balanced meal in a delivery box consisting of salmon, steamed vegetables, soup, and seasoned rice.

You smile fondly, happy that he’s taking good care of himself and that he gets ample rest before their two day show in Japan. 

wonu 🖤: jeonghani hyung is going to do a quick live while we're eating and asked me to join. I told him to use his device so you could call me anytime you’re ready. I love you

Sure enough, you do see that notification from WeVerse that Jeonghan had gone live fifteen minutes ago. 

You briefly reply to the other urgent texts you receive, giving quick updates and photos you’ve taken throughout the day. You settle for answering Hoshi with a simple “Hi, hoshi. I hope you are all well and fighting on your tour! As for your question, sorry I signed an NDA :) “

You then notice a post notification from Seventeen’s official instagram account. The post was a collection of stolen shots during their previous show and a caption with a reminder of the first show the next day. You don’t notice how you kick your feet at your husband’s shot. He was looking away, handsome as ever in his fiery red jacket, dark hair slicked back, jaw at the perfect angel, tongue poking out, a habit that never fails to make you feel flustered. You then repost the same photo on your instagram story, promoting the concert as well while simply captioning it with a heart-eyed emoji.

Before you decide to call him, you think you should spare a few minutes watching said live while doing your skincare that way, you know when it is appropriate to take your husband away from his fans. An odd thought really as you had every right to. Still, you think you should pay respect and manners towards the people who support your husband and his group. 

Jeonghan is mid-conversation talking about the sights they’ve seen and the ridiculous things they bought on the way. You see your husband to his left, nodding along and taking portioned bites of his food. You smile, swooning over how his loose  plain white tee hugs his broad shoulder snugly. His hair is tucked into a beanie, a habit you know because he perhaps felt self-conscious of his lack of styling considering the time. It's easy to brush his self consciousness as ridiculous when everyone agrees how he’s effortlessly handsome and charming. But knowing Wonwoo, his unspoken thoughts get the best of him most days. You can only hope to help him through those days. 

You prop your phone by the mirror as you begin cleansing your face and start your routine. 

“Oh yeah, so I was looking for a pore strip in the pharmacy—”

You catch your husband occasionally glancing at his phone and you pick up your pace a little so you could call him as soon as you can.

“--turns out they were those nose strips that help with nasal congestion or something like that. It’s pretty cool when you have a cold.” 

You see Jeonghan reach for a packaging, showing the Carats what he’s bought. The comments are filled with wonder, love, requests that are too fast for you to even read.

“How ‘bout you, Wonwoo-ya? Wanna tell the carats what you got?”

You watch as you pat your toner, seeing how Wonwoo smiles bashfully at his bowl and before he could even formulate a response, the older man lets out a teasing, “Eeeeeyyyyyy.”

“I can’t show them, what if she sees?”

“So, today, Wonwoo came back with two–no, three bags like this size–” Jeonghan gestures a medium and small bag in the air, “--and when I asked him what he got since he rarely shops, he only showed me the smallest bag while the other two medium bags were for his wife.”

You feel your cheeks heat up beneath your fingers while you rub in your serums and oils. It's adorable how Wonwoo seemingly shrinks into himself with a quiet chuckle while the comments go ham over teasing and swooning over him.

“Hyung, it was supposed to be a surprise.”

“How would she know? You said she has a shoot, she couldn’t possibly be watching now.”

You snort at that.

“I know but the carats—”

“Ohh…right, right…Caratssss, let’s keep it a secret, okay?”

The two men laugh, knowing full well your shippers and fans will make some edit or meme over the whole ordeal.

“Aishh, sometimes I feel embarrassed that my dongsaeng is married ahead of me.”

Wonwoo laughs, poking at his food, tips of his ears you’re sure are red under that beanie.

“But you know, we’re happy for you right? S.coups always wished you’d be a little more happy than anybody else. We all do.”

You think you could get teary-eyed at that. Your husband went through alot and it didn’t help in the beginning that he was closed off and reserved. You’re glad he had his members who looked out for him, wrote songs for him, and made him smile. You’re content knowing that he had good people who would take care of him when you couldn’t. Wonwoo was slowly working on himself, his communication and his perspective of life and you feel very lucky you get to witness this on a more intimate level. 

The carats start agreeing, wishing him well with the occasional laments of wanting their own Wonwoo in their lives. Seeing as Jeonghan flustered his junior enough, he decides to switch the topic, asking the carats about whether they’ve been to Nagoya and what there is to look forward to in Japan.

You’ve completed your final step in your routine when you decide that it's the opportune time to call your husband. 

y/n 💓: “hey baby, i’m gonna call in a minute!”

You observe the shrunken screen of Jeonghan’s live, laughing at how quick Wonwoo’s eyes dart to his phone before he finds the right timing to exit and bid the carats goodnight.

You smile fondly at the way he quickly gets up, thinking of how the busyness was never an issue for you both. In spite of having some days where you could only get in a handful of texts or one voice message in a day, you discovered that time was not given, it was made. Whether it be a flirty comment on a photo, promoting the other’s project, or thinking of each other’s memories in places you’ve never been—you knew that was just one of the odd ways you’ve got each other’s heart.

a/n: thank you! please show your support with a reblog with tags please and let me know what you wanna see next in this au <3 have the bestest day ever!

-Tomo

[choisann]

❖ no such thing as too perfect // jeon wonwoo

wonwoo x gn!reader, 2k+ words

tags: office au, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack, junhui is the best work bestieTM ever, yn is Dramatic and In Love

warnings: none

notes: this was only meant to be like, 1.2k.... idk what happened but im not apologising. also there are a couple of pov switches which i hope make sense!!

“I think I need to break up with him,” you say, and Junhui blinks around a mouthful of salad. 

“Who?” he asks, spraying pieces of feta cheese all over the table, and you wrinkle your nose and brush away a few bits that get too close to you and your bento box. He frowns, and then his eyes widen. “Oh my god, you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo? Why do you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo?”

You wince as Junhui's loud exclamation rings throughout the office canteen, making several heads turn to look at the two of you. 

“Don't yell it so loud—and why are you saying his name in italics?”

“Because this is Jeon Wonwoo,” Junhui emphasises again, shoving salad passionately into his mouth before carrying on talking. “He's the only one of your boyfriends that I've actually ever approved of. Which is crazy, because Soonyoung introduced him to you, and I've never pinned Soonyoung as a guy that knows boyfriend-material guys.”

You reach over and lower Junhui’s fork, preventing him from eating and talking at the same time. “I don't know,” you sigh. “I just… I don't think this is going to work.”

“What did he do?” Junhui asks. His face morphs into a more serious look. “Do I need to murder him for you?”

“No, I— no! Don't murder him!” you say quickly, shaking your head. “He hasn't done anything wrong. It's just. I think I need to break up with him.”

The grave look melts from Junhui's face, and then he frowns. “You need to break up with him… even though he hasn't done anything wrong?”

“Yes.”

Junhui stares at you, mystified, then snatches back his fork to keep eating his salad. “Okay, so you've gone insane. Nice to know.”

You sigh at Junhui's response, rubbing your temples. 

Whilst it does sound insane for you to break up with Wonwoo even though he's done nothing wrong, in your eyes, it's actually quite understandable. 

Nothing has gone wrong, per se: you've been dating Wonwoo for about ten months now, and everything has been perfect. He's been perfect. 

Maybe… a little too perfect. 

He's always being so gentle and courteous, silently reading your emotions and knowing exactly how you're feeling at any given moment. He knows what you need before you even know that you need it—giving you little cheek kisses to remind you that you're loved, pushing a chocolate bar into your hand when you're all dizzy and tired, hugging you to sleep when you've had a bad day. 

The bento box that you're opening and having for lunch? That was prepared by him too. 

Jeon Wonwoo is just so goddamn perfect, and it worries you. 

“I don't think I'm good enough for him,” you admit whilst Junhui is busily sipping his water. 

It's fascinating how he manages to eat so frantically whilst eating so slowly at the same time, you think idly, as Junhui chokes on the tiny sip he was taking. He sets down the glass, wiping his mouth and blinking at you. 

“Sorry, what?”

“Come on, Junhui, do I really have to say it again?” you complain, beginning to open your bento box. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, and I couldn't believe my ears,” he says, tilting his head sideways. “You? Not good enough for him? Please. That's crazy.”

You make a questioning noise. “You just said that he's the only boyfriend of mine that you approved of.”

“Exactly.” Junhui stabbed his fork in your direction, before going back to shovelling leaves into his mouth. “You're perfect for him, and he's perfect for you. I predicted it from the moment you met.”

“I don't know about me being perfect for him, but he really is just too perfect for me,” you whine. “Him and his stupidly warm eyes and that smile… oh, Junhui, he makes me feel like the most beautiful person in this entire universe.” You look down at your bento box, pouting. “Wonwoo's just so perfect.”

Junhui makes a face. “Gross, but okay. I still don't see your point, though. Wonwoo's perfect, and you're both good enough for each other. I don't see why you think you need to break up with him.”

Still looking down at the bento box, you let out a sigh. All of the food is neatly packed away into the separate compartments, and he's even arranged the sesame seeds on your rice into a little heart. It's an awfully goofy but also an awfully Wonwoo thing to do, and you can feel your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, the longer you stare at it. 

This is not good. You are far too in love with Wonwoo. 

That's what you tell Junhui, and he stares at you with utter disbelief as if you've finally admitted that you really have lost your mind. 

“And what makes you think that he's not far too in love with you?” Junhui asks. “You know, one of the reasons that I approve of Wonwoo is because he's just so so in love with you. Like, almost disgustingly in love with you.”

“What?” You blink at him, before shaking your head. “Junhui, no, this is serious. Wonwoo's just so perfect and I'm so in love with him and—and it's actually getting dangerous now. I've literally fallen in love with him.”

Junhui stares at you for a long moment, wondering whether you're actually being serious about all of this. 

“That's not a bad thing,” he insists, and then chomps on his salad in frustration. “Y/N, that's not a bad thing at all.”

“Yes it is,” you say, despairingly, looking forlorn as you prop your chin on your hand. “I love him too much. It's gonna—it's gonna get too overwhelming, soon, and then he'll start thinking I'm weird, and he'll distance himself from me, and then we'll break up and I should end this before that happens.”

Junhui shakes his head. “I don't think that's true.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn't. He won't break up with you.”

“Not yet.”

Junhui looks away exasperatedly, because you're adamant in wallowing in your despair over having to break up with Wonwoo because “he's too perfect” even while quite happily eating the lunch that Junhui knows Wonwoo probably prepared for you. 

It's insane, he thinks, because it's obvious to him that Wonwoo loves you a lot. But he knows you and your negative thinking, and short of Wonwoo walking in here and professing his love to you all by himself, Junhui can't think of anything that could possibly convince you otherwise. 

As he looks past your shoulder to the glass doors of the office canteen, however, he blinks. 

There's a tall man entering the canteen, his dark hair all fluffy and his glasses-rimmed eyes scanning the area, lips pursed into a look that could almost be described as bored. He has his hands in his coat pockets, wearing the most simple casual fit ever, but he exudes such cold model energy that even Junhui blinks again. 

And then he watches as the man catches sight of you and Junhui, and his entire demeanour just softens. 

Junhui bites back a grin. 

Wow. Maybe he’s, like, actually psychic. 

“Wonwoo's here,” he says abruptly, and your head snaps up so fast that he can hear the audible click that sounds in your neck. 

“Where?” 

Junhui doesn't get to say anything, however, because he sees the moment that your eyes clock the tall man that's striding into the canteen, the light catching the frames of his glasses, and watches as you positively melt, in much the same way that the man had done when he saw you. 

He can almost hear every infatuated thought that runs through your mind. 

“Wonwoo,” you breathe, once Wonwoo steps close enough to the table that you and Junhui are eating at. His hair is all fluffy and windswept, and you resist the urge to smooth it down with your fingers. 

“Hello.” Wonwoo bends down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “You weren't answering your phone.”

“Hm? I didn't get any text notifs from you.” You check your phone, trying to turn it on, only for the screen to remain black. “Oh. Is it dead?”

“I suspected as much,” Wonwoo says dryly, but there's a fondness in his voice as he pulls out a power bank from his pocket. “Here.”

Your eyes light up. “Oh, you're a life saver!” You look up at Wonwoo, smiling at the way his eyes look so warm as he gazes down at you. “Thank you.”

Junhui slurps his water loudly. 

“Sorry,” he says, sounding not sorry at all when the two of you look over at him. “Don't mind me.”

He's grinning mischievously, for reasons that you cannot fathom, and when he leans forward to peer up at Wonwoo with curious eyes, the mischief in his grin only increases. 

“So, Wonwoo, why are you here?”

Wonwoo tilts his head, pushing his glasses up at the same time. “You're Junhui.”

“The one and only,” Junhui says brightly. “I'm Y/N's work bestie. I've heard loads about you.”

You hiss in annoyance, kicking Junhui under the table even as Wonwoo laughs amusedly, placing a hand on your shoulder affectionately. 

“Wen Junhui! Why would you say that?”

“Do you talk about me that often?” Wonwoo asks, and his tone is somewhere between genuinely curious and adoring and you kind of just wanna sit there and listen to his voice forever. 

“Oh, all the time,” Junhui says, eyes gleaming, and you snap your gaze back to him, exasperated. “Y/N loves you so much. I hear about the extent of it every day.”

Wonwoo looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

You kind of want to deny it, but then that would mean lying to Wonwoo, so you don't. 

“Maybe?” you say weakly, cheeks burning as you smile sheepishly up at him. “You're just, uh. Really really lovely. And, um, I kind of love you. A lot.”

Wonwoo laughs, a full and endeared laugh, twinkling with the light of a thousand suns. “I'm glad. Because you're really lovely, and I love you a lot too.”

Your eyes widen, and suddenly it's like it's just you and Wonwoo in the canteen now, him with his hand on your shoulder and those eyes, holding your very soul in place as he just smiles so lovingly and oh God you really do love him. 

“Oh,” you say, soft. “Wonwoo…”

Wonwoo just smiles again. “Anyways, I came by to let you know that I'll be finishing work a bit earlier today, so call me when you're done and I'll drive by to pick you up, okay?”

You nod, mute, stunned by the gentlest words of “I love you” that had left Wonwoo's mouth just seconds before. 

“It was nice meeting you,” Junhui chirps, but Wonwoo doesn't seem to hear, because he's looking down at you again, before swooping in and placing the lightest kiss on your nose and you feel like you could combust on the spot right there. 

“I'll see you later?” he says. 

You nod. “I'll see you later.”

Wonwoo smiles, and then the hand slides off your shoulder and he walks away. 

You watch him go, watch him walk through the tables and then get to the glass doors, where he turns around one last time to wave goodbye before disappearing outside, and really, it's insane how much you love him. 

And how much he loves you, it seems. 

“So. He took time out of his own lunch break and came all the way here to give you a charger because he knew that you'd forgotten one and to tell you that he's picking you up later?” Junhui says, making you reluctantly turn back to him. “Y/N. If this doesn’t make you see just how in love with you Wonwoo is, then I’m gonna kick you.”

“Hey, no need for violence,” you say, raising an eyebrow, and Junhui pulls a face. 

“So do you see it or do you not?”

You look over your shoulder again, out at the doors. Wonwoo’s no longer there, but you can still imagine the imprint of his warmth, lingering like the softest lavender scent over the entire area. 

“Maybe I do,” you say, all wistful and dazed, a smile on your face. “Isn’t he just so perfect?”

Junhui grins, and makes use of your distracted state to steal a carrot stick from your lunch, crunching on it loudly.

“Perfect and in love with you,” he points out. “So do you still feel like you need to break up with him?”

“Hm?”

You blink, eyes still all starry from your few minutes of interacting with your boyfriend, his soft smile etched into your mind. It takes a moment for Junhui's words to register, but then they do, and you can't help but laugh. 

“Oh. Oh, no. He and I are perfect.”

Junhui grins. He really is a psychic. 

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[choisann]

" i already have the world "

pairing : jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.5 k

a/n : unsure if i'm happy with this , but the writers block was BAD and so i ended up falling victim to the gamer!wonwoo trope

You truly wonder how Wonwoo still finds it in himself to wake up as early as he does to make his various schedules. Especially when it's already two in the morning yet he's still locked in on his computer screen, furiously clicking away. Meanwhile, you're walking a very thin line of consciousness.

If it weren't for the giant glowing monitor and the voices shouting through Wonwoo's headset, you probably would've lost your battle against sleep by now. And judging from the increasingly irritated shouts of Seungcheol and Jihoon for Mingyu to "go left," it sounds like Wonwoo's team is losing theirs.

"Your other left, idiot," You just barely make out Jihoon's exhausted words. "Wonwoo, please help him, you're closest."

"Yeah, I'm already on it. Someone cover me–" There's a pause, then a sad tune plays and you force your eyelids back open just wide enough to catch the giant "LOSE" written across the display. "Never mind, good game."

"It was most definitely not," Seungcheol complains.

"One more round?" Mingyu asks, even though this is their fifth "one more round."

"Yeah, just give me a minute and we can start," Wonwoo says before promptly muting his mic. He nudges you with his shoulder, earning a very unamused groan back in response.

"You can go to bed if you want," he chuckles.

"Alone?" You whine, which only makes him laugh more.

"You're right, what a ridiculous idea," he teases. "This is the last one for real this time, promise."

You're head falls to Wonwoo's shoulder with a sigh. He readjusts, allowing you to rest more comfortably. With your newfound pillow, sleep easily consumes you.

Your breathing slows down to a steady pace almost instantly and Wonwoo glances down with a soft chuckle. "I'm sorry I kept you up," he whispers, placing a feathery kiss on the top of your head.

He unmutes his mic. "Hey, sorry guys, I'm gonna log off for the night."

"What? Dude, we're just about to start. Please don't leave me with Seungcheol and Jihoon!" Mingyu urges. Wonwoo contemplates it, a match would only be around twenty minutes. But one more look at your sleeping form and that thought is gone as soon as it comes.

"Sorry, it's late, good luck though."

"Wait!" Mingyu tries again. "What if I buy you lunch tomorrow?"

"Goodnight, Mingyu."

"A coffee? Your favorite pastry from that bakery half an hour away? The world? What's it gonna take?"

"Mingyu, stop being dramatic and let the man go to bed." Seungcheol chastises.

Wonwoo secures his arm around your waist and pulls you against him when he notices your head slipping from his shoulder. An action that makes you snuggle further into his side in your unconscious state. Perhaps his heart has gone a little soft, but no offer could possibly amount to the moments like these he gets to spend with you.

So while lunch and a coffee is a tempting offer, it simply doesn't compare. "Besides," he says in a last goodbye into the mic. "I already have the world."

taglist: @matchahyuck @dontwannaexsist @minnieminshi

[choisann]

Hi there, i was thinking “will you please just come back to bed?” with Cheol? I can only picture his big brown eyes staring back at you while saying that 🥺

cheol and his big, wet, brown, baby cow eyes will be the death of us all!

seungcheol flips his body over then jumps up from bed when his hand touches the cold sheets instead of you.

"is it 6am already?" he thinks as he unlocks his phone, squinting at his bright screen to see that it's almost 2am. he clearly remembers you coming to bed with him and him holding you tightly in his arms just a few hours before but now your side of the bed is empty.

he staggers out of the bedroom with his messy bed head and groggy eyes to search for you and finds you sitting in front of your laptop with only a small desk lamp lighting up the corner of the office. there's paper scattered all over the table and you're so focused on the screen that you don't even notice him standing at the door.

"why aren't you in bed?" you jump at the sound of his raspy voice.

"i just need to make sure i have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow," you quickly type something on your keyboard, not sparing him even a glance.

"it's already 2am, you have to be up in 4 hours." he nags and you don't even have to look at him to know there's a pout on his lips. "will you please just come back to bed?"

"i know cheol, but this is important. i have to make sure i'm prepared." you keep typing away, "i'll go to bed in a bit."

he walks towards you and the sound of his bedroom slippers dragging across the wooden floor fills the room. he stops when he reaches the table, "how can you be focused at work if you don't get enough sleep."

"i'll be done soon, i promise."

he continues standing there, sulking with his arms folded across his broad chest, watching you work.

"go back to sleep, cheol." you tell him, "i can't concentrate with you staring at me."

"good," he leans down until his face is right above your screen and he's looking at you through his long lashes with his big brown eyes. "then you can stop working and come back to bed."

you laugh at his childish antics then sighs dramatically, "if i don't do well on this one i might lose my job."

"that's fine. i think i make enough to support you anyway." he pushes your screen down until your laptop closes, "and you already know my money is yours."

you throw a playful, flirty look his way, "are you saying you want to be my sugar daddy?"

"if that's what you want to call it," he shrugs nonchalantly but there's a clear smirk on his lips.

"i'm not going to live off you," opening your laptop up again with a chuckle and a shake of your head. "i don't want to be a freeloader."

he moves behind you. "you won't be a freeloader," wrapping his strong arms around you and resting his chin on the top of your head. "your job will be to stand next to me and look pretty and you're already doing a pretty damn good job at it."

you spin around to give him a smack, "that's not a real job and you know it."

he laughs as he rubs at the spot on his arm you just hit, "it is in my book. my hr will be in contact with you."

[choisann]

Hi!! Could you do a fic where Jeonghan is being the menace that he is, but his partner is the only one who can quell him with one look pls? Like he is just super soft w her and always listens cos he’s a simp?

content: simp!jeonghan, established relationship, afab reader, slightly suggestive, etc.

wc: 1156

a/n: this was based on that one scene from nana tour in which jeonghan basically waterboarded mingyu for absolutely no reason (ik he was on a mission but he drenched him ?!\>\£). hope u enjoy <3

masterlist

jeonghan was always known to be a bit of a menace by all his friends.

well, maybe even more than just his friends. after all, there was a reason why he was often called the loki of seventeen by many of his fans.

he was simply a bit unconventional in the ways in which he found entertainment, such as the time in which he berated dokyeom into searching for bugs for them to eat on the streets. he simply had a tendency for bugging his members (out of love, of course), becoming an extra obstacle in their lives just for the fun of it.

now, jeonghan also had a heart of gold and far too much love for his brothers to ever actually cause any harm to them. however, after over a decade of knowing his brothers, he had somehow conditioned them to accept his odd behaviors and simply go along with his shenanigans whenever he felt like acting up.

you, as well as his members, always found great entertainment in his weird behaviors. i mean, it takes a great man to be able to cheat his way through every single game without consequence.

despite finding humor in his ways, you would sometimes have a tendency to put a halt to it. a simple whine of 'hannie!' would have him stopping in his tracks and murmuring against your ear as he whined back but relented at you. what you didn't know, however, was that you were the only person who held this power over jeonghan (even his sister would occasionally fall victim to his menacing ways).

today was one of the many instances in which jeonghan grew bored while at practice, deiciding to wreck havoc just for the hell of it. it was easy for him to spot a victim, – it was usually mingyu – which then lead him to approach him with the illest of intentions. there was never much thinking that went into teasing his members. it was just second nature to him by now. so when he eyed the water bottle in mingyu's hand, even the other members who were standing nearby could see what jeonghan's next move would be.

he was patient with it; engaging in conversation as he usually would as to not draw suspicion. jeonghan realized in that moment that maybe his instincive need to bug mingyu for no reason might be something to look into, but that would come some other day. for now, he wanted a quick laugh.

jeonghan saw his opening the moment mingyu uncapped his bottle and brought it to his lips, taking advantage of his calculated proximity to tilt the end of the bottle in order to drench mingyu's face, causing the man to almost choke on the water he'd been drinking.

as expected, this began a mini war between the two boys, as five minutes later they were both attacking each other with any and every water bottle they could find in their vicinity, even going as far as causing collateral damage to a few of the other members. what jeonghan hadnt planned, however, was a sudden visit from you, who had walked in just as jeonghan squirted yet another water bottle directly at mingyu's face.

"jeonghan!", you scolded as soon as you were in earshot, "leave him alone, you got him all drenched!", you were now standing next to the group, frown on your face as you took in the scene.

"baby? what are you doing here? did you–"

"don't 'baby' me. why are you bugging mingyu again? look at him! he's completely wet."

"i got water in my eye!," whined the tall man, taking advantage of your defense for him.

by now, a few of the members nearby were snickering at the swift turn of events, entertained by not just the water fight but the way in which you immediately sided with mingyu rather than your boyfriend.

"i'm wet too! how do you know he didn't start it?", tried jeonghan, knowing full well that the idea was unconvincing.

"hannie, don't lie to me."

"okay, fine. i got bored, okay? it's just water, baby. it's fine. right, mingyu?"

"dude, you fucked up my hair," mingyu didnt seem truly offended, but more so wanting to feed the flames now that he had an opportunity. jeonghan could tell by the slight smirk on his face.

the frown remained on your face, continuing to come in mingyu's defense for some reason unknown to jeonghan.

"jeonghan, apologize to him."

"what?", his wide and incredulous eyes turned to look at you, ignoring the snort he was pretty sure seungkwan had just let out.

"you heard me."

"but–"

"hannie!"

"f– fine," like a petulant child, jeonghan turned to mingyu and gave him a forced smile, "i'm sorry for getting you wet, gyu."

"than–"

"thank you", you interrupted the man.

jeonghan couldnt help but feel scolded by you. it was rare that you actually ever went against his shenanigans, but he did know he could sometimes go a little extra hard on mingyu due to mingyu's disposition to put up with jeonghan with no complaint (usually even fighting back). he was a bit embarrassed by the way in which you sided with him and even berated him in front of his members, but he also knew he could never say no to you, so apologizing just seemed logical to him.

after a few moments of him whining at his members to mind their business and go get their own girlfriends, he dragged you away to a less polluted corner of the practice room to get some one-on-one with you.

"babyyyy," he immediately pouted at you, proceeding to attaching to you like a bear, burying his head into your neck.

"hannie, you're all wet!", you complained despite making no move to push him away, even wrapping your arm around him and running a hand through his damp hair.

"why'd you have to do that? the boys are supposed to think you're obsessed with me," he frowned against your neck.

despite the whine behind his words, you could feel the vibration of his giggles against you and the smile pressed against your neck. as per usual, he was just whining because he could; something which you always found an endearing result to any rare instance in which you'd scold him.

"they're all gonna think im a simp now," he continued.

you giggled at that, causing him to sway you back and forth as he buried himself even deeper against you.

"are you not?", you inquired.

"i am, but they dont need to know that!"

"you're so annoying ..."

"yeah, but you find it fun, don't you?"

"im not at liberty of releasing that information."

he laughed against your neck, reaffirming to himself how much he liked the back and forth between the two of you, even if it meant relenting to you every single time, earning himself the title of simp among his members.