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[mmingooo]

sharing is caring - yoon jeonghan

pairing: jeonghan x reader

warnings: fluff

wordcount: 431

"hanniee", you mumble softly, still half asleep as you reach your hand out for the blanket, only to find it nowhere near you. "jeonghan", you try again, reaching your hand out and accidentally knocking jeonghan's shoulder in the process. you open your sleepy, heavy eyes to see jeonghan sleeping soundly. the only problem? he's hogging the entire blanket.

"jeonghan", you whisper yell, annoyed, as you smack his arm and try to pull the blanket towards you. he stirs awake from the sudden commotion. "it's cold", he mumbles to no one in particular as he pulls the blanket towards himself. you pull it back towards you. you try to snuggle in whatever was left of the blanket but it wasn't enough. so what do you do? you wake him up of course. no one was going to get in the way of your beauty sleep, not even yoon jeonghan.

he stirs awake when you shake him. "hm what's wrong baby?", he asks as he turns over to face you, his voice laced with sleepiness and you feel a tad bit guitly about waking him up. but you remember why you woke up and glare at him.

"stop hogging the blanket!", you tell and you take this opportunity, holding the corners to pull some of the blanket over to your side, holding it tight.

"baby i barely have any left this side", he tells, his hands feeling for the blanket that now barely covered him.

"then go get another one, im not sharing", you declare, closing your eyes.

"sharing is caring", he adds.

"not in this case it's not, here sharing means the other freezes their ass off", you add. "and it was your idea to share, so go get another one if you're cold", you add, not willing to budge, stubborn and sleepy.

your eyes are still closed as your try to drift back to sleep but you're woken up again by jeonghan's arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.

"i don't want to get another one, too lazy", he mumbles into your hair as he uses his other hand to adjust the blanket over both of you. and you can't help but lean into his touch and warmth. "we'll just have to manage like this", he adds, sleepily.

a few seconds of silence pass. "i hate you", you mumble out, half asleep. the soft vibration of his chuckle is felt through your body and you can hear him smile. "i know you love me", he whispers, kissing the top of your forehead as you snuggle closer into him. and soon, you're asleep in his arms, warm, safe and content.

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heater | kim mingyu

„m’cold,” mingyu nuzzled his head further into your chest, his short hair tickling your neck. you smiled down at your boyfriend, running your sweater paws over his broad back, trying to warm him up a little.

“baby, you’re a human heater, you cannot possibly be cold,” you giggled at his furrowed brows, and a clearly offended expression. he lifted his head, a pout on his lips, and just like that - you knew he’d get sulky.

“you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” he whined, squeezing your waist teasingly.

“maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,” mingyu murmured, placing his head back on your chest, one of his hands staying at your waist, and curling the other under his chin, looking as adorable as ever.

“you know you can wear a hoodie, right? or cover yourself with a blanket,” you said, running your fingers through his short strands. “you stole my hoodies, i can’t wear them.”

even after being together for so long, you’d never stop getting butterflies in your tummy because of your precious puppy of a man. and as much as you loved seeing him on stage, and sharing intimate nights, you loved domestic moments such as this the most.

“i’m wearing one of your hoodies, gyu. you have tons of others,” he huffed at your words, clearly not agreeing with you. “but i want the one you’re wearing.”

you laughed at his silliness, trying to reach for the bottom of the hoodie. “what are you doing?”

“trying to get this off so you can wear it.” “no no no, keep it on baby. i can’t let you get cold.”

you rested your head back on the pillow, your hands finding their way back to his back, and shoulders. “gyu?” “mhm,” he murmured, his voice getting drowsy. “were you really cold?”

after a moment of silence, you felt a gentle peck on your jaw. “no, i just wanted you to hug me tighter.”

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something that's so interesting to me is the juxtaposition of seventeenth heaven to fml to face the sun. face the sun was a dark album but in the sense of it talking about ambition and loneliness and it felt as if it took place in an entirely different world. it built a story, a universe. fml was a dark album in that it lacked the feeling of youth to me, which is something svt always seems to radiate. it was dark and felt mature compared to their other albums (not in that its maturity is a bad thing or that other album's lack of maturity is bad; there's just a sense of youthfulness that seems embedded in svt's albums and fml seemed to lack it. to me!!!). seventeenth heaven is a return to youth, i think, but it still maintained that maturity fml introduced.

looking back, i think the definite shift in svt's discography can be seen in your choice and attacca. henggarae feels like one big goodbye to their younger selves, semicolon being them shutting the door. your choice and attacca were the introduction of a different svt. henggarae is shutting the door to the "golden years" of childhood and young adulthood; your choice and attacca were opening the door to adulthood. the albums all very much feel like they're growing as svt does, and i think this hugely has to do with woozi (and bumzu) being their producer. 26 year old woozi never could have done aju nice; 20 year old woozi never could have done god of music or super etc. and i really think woozi and the rest of the boys having complete agency (as much as they can have) over their music is what sets them apart from all other groups

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10:18pm | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's late at night and your boyfriend is walking you home. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. one kiss, terms of endearment (babe) WORD COUNT. 962

notes: inspired from a tiktok i found but can't find anymore since i like too much shit lmao </3 but u might know what i'm referring to

"Nonie?"

...

"Vernon? Babe?"

...

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!"

"Huh? Yeah?" Vernon finally diverts his attention back to you, right after you lightly swatted at his arm. He takes out his earphones and peers in your direction, watching the way the gentle breeze in the air flies through your strands of hair and the way the dim, overhead streetlight accentuates the small pout to your face.

Your pout gives way to his attentive gaze at you, his eyes softening as he focuses on you completely.

"You were completely zoned out," You tease, voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that's settled between you two at this hour. It isn't new where the two of you find yourselves trailing within the neighbourhood at night, especially since Vernon always insists on walking you home safe and soundly.

Vernon grins, his lips curling up in that familiar way that makes your heart skip a beat. "Sorry, just got lost in the music for a bit." He gestures to the phone in his hand, still softly playing the melody that had captured his attention.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Well, you missed the question I was trying to ask you."

Vernon's expression turns curious as he tilts his head slightly, adjusting his beanie. "What was it?"

He swears there's an almost-mischevious glint to your eyes that he pinpoints, or perhaps it was just the streetlight above that illuminated your face in a particular way. He purses his lips together with a patient look, waiting for you to ask the question you had been seemingly trying to ask him for the past few minutes.

"Do you think we're together in other universes too?"

Immediately, he feel his brows furrow together. Out of all questions, that question caught him by surprise, and he certainly wasn't prepared for it either. Vernon takes a moment to think, his gaze wandering briefly away and down the empty, quiet street you both are walking down together.

There's a faint smile to his face though𑁋he likes to think that yeah, in some way shape or form, you both are intertwined together too. He really likes that thought, to be honest. It's probably definitely entertained his mind a plentiful amount before, but it isn't until you mentioned it that it finally emerges out from deep within his thoughts. And knowing you're having those same kinds of thoughts makes his head spin.

"Like... you know those two cats that we sometimes pass by while walking?" You ask, kicking a branch down the pavement. "Maybe they're us, you know? Then in another universe, those cats are humans or aliens and we are the ones that they pass by."

And then your eyes glow even brighter before Vernon could even respond.

"Maybe! Maybe in a different universe... we're actually two rocks and we've been together for millions of years, slowly eroding side by side, getting rained and stepped on, but always touching in some way." Your thoughts are exploding with possibilities at this point, and Vernon takes it as an opportunity to admire the way your eyes seem to glisten as well, taking in every single one of your words amusedly. "Or maybe we're two trees who have grown together, and our branches are touching."

This makes Vernon direct his attention down to your hand, which is just inches away and barely grazing against his own, swinging slightly as you walk. Slowly, he takes your hand into his, and at first you don't seem to notice, but your fingers naturally lace together either way. It really gets his mind thinking about all the times he's thought about how your hands fit together almost too perfectly.

Maybe, in other universes, you both are meant to be connected in some way.

"You're really cute, you know that?" Vernon comments after you've ceased your rambling.

"That's what you're going to say after I've finally emptied out my brain? Confessed my undying love for you?" You huff annoyedly, but you don't let go of his hand, instead only tightening your grip on it.

"Well, I know that if you were a rock, you'd be a pretty one, like one of those you'd want to pick up as a lucky charm," he states. "and if you were a cat, you'd be these awfully clingy ones."

You gasp dramatically. "I am not clingy!"

Vernon just chuckles, bringing your interlocked hands up to eye level. "You're squeezing my hand really hard right now."

"That's because you're annoying," You quip, though your grip on his hand barely relents𑁋just enough to make sure you weren't stopping the blood flow through his arm. After a few moments of silence, your eyes catching sight on your house ahead, you bring yourself closer to him, knocking your shoulders together. "But... do you think we're together in other universes too?"

He doesn't give you an answer right away, only waiting until you open the front door to your house for him to land a quick, chaste kiss to your lips. It catches you off-guard, somehow leaving you utterly breathless even after you bid your goodnight, I love yous to each other, but it's enough to answer your question.

He hopes it does anyway. If it doesn't (or if it does, yet you're in need of constant reassurance), he wouldn't mind answering yes in other ways too.

Your lips still tingle with the feeling of his kiss as you close the door, a giddy smile playing on your face.

When Vernon walks back to his own home, he catches sight of the two cats you mentioned before watching him with their bright, curious eyes. One of the cats starts clawing at the other, pressing its body against the other playfully, much like the way you pressed your shoulder against his earlier.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips.

Yeah, he says to himself. Maybe those cats are us.

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[mmingooo]

co-parenting

pairing: non-idol!hip hop unit & gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader gets a cat (the hhu technically also get a cat). no real warnings other than cat.

daisy's notes: they said this is OUR daughter now btw

Today, you had finally expanded your little family (of one) by one more. A few hours ago, you had brought home this little black kitten that the cat sanctuary had named Boo. She was cute and playful and, honestly, pretty social for a kitten. Someone said that she had been socialized by whoever brought her litter in.

And, well, you had been a sucker for a black cat with a little pink nose. That was rare! And she was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. You’d gone in with the intention of maybe getting a little orange baby to call your own, but it was basically love at first sight with your beloved little Boo. You’d have to send a picture of her to Vernon—he knew some guy who’s last name was Boo. Maybe he could bring him around and get a picture of the two—

The apartment buzzer sounded and sure enough, it’d been Vernon. As though he read your mind, he stood there with a bag, abnormally smiley.

“Uh. Hi?” 

“Hey! You brought her home today, right?”

Right. You did tell the group chat that you would be bringing Boo home soon, and said something this morning about how today was the day. You’d already prepared everything else, all you had to do was pick her up. Vernon came into your apartment, and you secured the door, following him to where Boo had been exploring her surroundings still. She’d looked up at Vernon, immediately darting off to hide underneath your coffee table as she watched him carefully.

“Her name is Boo,” you told him, watching him slowly lower himself onto the floor. “I think the lady said that she named her siblings after Mario characters, actually. I dunno, I just liked it too much to change it.” 

Boo had changed her mind. Vernon good. Vernon had feather toy for her to chase. Boo approved of this human. She’d already made her way over, charging herself up to pounce on the toy before going after his fingers. Suddenly, you realized Vernon probably checked out mentally after you mentioned the kitten’s name. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame him: the guy loved cats. 

You went to pick up Boo’s water dish to fill, since you’d just set up things upon bringing her home… Only for the buzzer to sound again.

Sure enough, Wonwoo was standing there with Mingyu. This was not a coincidence. It literally could not be. 

“Hi?”

“We were in the area,” Mingyu said casually enough. “You brought her home today, right?”

While you were reeling from the fact that Mingyu said exactly what Vernon did earlier, Wonwoo glared at him for a moment—don’t make it obvious! “How are you?” Only for him to realize he heard Vernon’s voice a second later, peering into your apartment. “... Huh?”

Mingyu snorted from beside him. “Good job—”

“I didn’t know!” He said, waving a hand, “Really. I didn’t know about the kitten—”

You rolled your eyes. “I literally told the group chat. Vernon’s entertaining her,” you nodded back in his direction. “You can go see her. Just be careful not to scare her.”

Wonwoo grew flustered, thanking you before he made his way into your apartment. Mingyu chuckled, stepping into your apartment a moment later. He could already see Boo, standing in Vernon’s lap and fussing at him. “She’s cute,” he looked at you.

“Feels like you’re all only here for my spooky little daughter,” you crossed your arms. “You too, Gyu?”

He shrugged, taking a few steps over. “I saw the picture you sent before and I wanted to see her in person.”

Another roll of your eyes. Why were you friends with these guys again? Wonwoo had already sat down next to Vernon, extending a hand out for Boo to sniff curiously. She reached a little paw out, batting at his fingers to try and goad him into playing with her. Before you could warn them that Boo sometimes nipped a little too hard, there was a knock at your door. 

With a sigh, you turned, opening it to reveal the final member of the group chat. “Hi,” Seungcheol said, “Where is our daughter?”

You rolled your eyes. “With her other dads.”

He chuckled, following you into your apartment. “I knew the others would show up,” he said. “I did buy her something, though.” He passed you a slightly heavy bag. “I thought you could use it for her.”

He had bought her a little ceramic bowl with paw prints decorating it. With a pout, you looked up at Seungcheol. Sure, Vernon also bought her toys… But you knew Seungcheol was a dog person. He had to go out of his way to stop and buy you a little bowl for her. You’d use it for her food from now on in place of the other one—it could just be a back-up in case something ever happened to this one. 

If nothing else… At least you knew your own little self-made family loved your new spooky child as much as you did.

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“imagine,” you declare, with a magnificent sweep of the arm, “if we never met.”

wonwoo furrows his brows at those words. “why,” he begins finally, perplexion creeping into his voice, “would i want to imagine that?”

you shrug. lean over him to reach for the wooden spoon; it’s baking day, if 3 in the morning can be considered day. “i don’t know,” you say distractedly — the tip of your tongue slips out when you concentrate on scooping. “it’s a hypothetical question. what do you think you’d be doing? if we never met, and fell in love?”

there’s a comfortable ease in the way you say love. you know he means it; he knows you mean it.

“right now?” he casts a glance at the clock; he likes to tease you. “probably sleeping.”

you glance up then, features arranged blank and unimpressed. half-pout, half-scowl.

that’s not what gets him, though. what gets him is your eyes; soft. bright. they twinkle a little, or maybe it’s just the kitchen light, but whatever it is, it takes his breath away — just for one short, ephemeral moment. perfect, he thinks, as he looks at you. threadbare t-shirt, brownie mix on your arm, smudge of flour on your nose. and he’ll think it a hundred times more before the cakes are even out the oven.

“i love you.” he says it out loud, those three overworked words that sum up the jumble of images and words and intangible abstract commodities that breeze through his mind when he looks at you. the words feel insufficient sometimes — like now — but it’s the closest he can get.

you laugh, then, throwing a chocolate chip at him. “nerd.” a smile that’s teasing, but gentler at the edges. “i love you too.”

an / none of u understand the full extent of my feelings abt this man. UGHHH.

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sushi and soft kisses | kim mingyu

“so”, you hear from your spot behind the kitchen counter, “am i right in assuming you loved the lasagna?”

you breathe out a laugh while digging around for a pair of kitchen scissors. “yes, gyu, and i’ll say it only one more time. y’know, just in case the first 15 didn’t inflate your chef ego”. there’s only fondness in your words, you’d eat his lasagna and compliment it for the next 20 years, but he didn’t need to know that.

drawers and cabinets open and swing shut as you look for the small pair of scissors for your sealed packet of dried seaweed. you huff in defeat and walk over to mingyu’s place on the couch, wordlessly holding out the packet. he puffs out his chest in exaggeration, shoots you a dazzling smile and tears the plastic with ease. you go to pat his head in thanks before he catches it and leaves a feather-light kiss on the back of your palm. even after 3 years of compliments, touches and kisses you find yourself blushing at the action.

you walk back behind the kitchen counter, getting comfortable as you prepare for 20 minutes of wrapping tuna and rice balls in now ready-to-use seaweed. 2 minutes deep in your hard work you notice a pair of arms leaning against the counter. you look up and find yourself face to face with your boyfriend.

“hi”, you giggle.

“hi, chef”, he whispers back.

you pick up a wrapped rice ball and hold it against his lips, him opening his mouth in compliance. “good?”

“excellent”, he mumbles around a mouth full of rice and tuna. “maybe even better than my lasagna”.

you laugh with a roll of your eyes. “yeah yeah, mister world’s best lasagna”. you feel a bite being held up to your mouth and you accept being fed contentedly. you smile at him, all bright and inviting and he can’t help but melt. before you know it, there are arms around your waist and a kiss being pressed to your shoulder.

“i hope you’re okay with being called mrs world’s best lasagna by our friends for a long, long time”, he says and you short circuit. mingyu hasn’t been shying away from talks of becoming more and it never fails to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“oh, i could get used to it. especially if i get this treatment every time i cook”, you say coyly. this, mingyu takes as an invitation.

suddenly, you feel your feet lift off the ground as you’re carried to the couch, placed softly between the cushions. the seat dips beside you as mingyu drapes himself over your form, head nuzzling into your neck. you feel his warm breath on your skin as he sighs in content.

you swell with warmth as your hands tangle in his hair, subconsciously carding through his curls. “pretty boy, you forgot the sushi balls i spent ages making on the counter”, you punctuate your words with a kiss on his mess of hair.

he props his head up to look at you, “we’ll get to them later, i have something tastier with me”, he says with a smirk. you feel your stomach tighten at his words but you choose to hit him lightly on his arm instead. he laughs at your red cheeks and leans in to place a soft kiss on your mouth. you feel him smile on your lips when you kiss him back with added pressure.

“scandalous, gyu”, you whisper as you pull away to look at his face.

“mm, you don’t make it easy for me”.

you laugh and move your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face as you press a kiss to his nose. then one more to his lips.

he’s gone for you. your bright eyes looking at him say so much more than any words can. he doesn’t know what to do with himself but stare a little longer. he squeezes your waist when you whisper a quiet “yeah?”.

“nothing, i just love you”.

“i love you, too”, you smile, “what’s brought this on?”

“just love my pretty girl”, he says matter-of-factly.

your cheeks colour for maybe the 20th time today. and oh, does he notice.

“how about we have your sushi and finish with some… dessert”. you turn a deeper shade of pink and his lips quirk up when he feels your legs tighten around him. he pushes himself off the couch and gets ready to scoop you up into his arms. your hand wraps around his bicep.

“actually, let’s skip to dessert”.

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“you’re staring at me,” vernon says, without looking away from the tv screen. “again.”

quickly, you avert your eyes back to the movie. “was not.”

“you were.” you don’t dare look again, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “don’t get shy on me now,” he adds, reaching over to prod your arm with a smirk. “you can stare at me all you want, baby.”

you pretend to shudder, still refusing to look at him. “cringe.”

“you’re cringe,” he retorts childishly, but shifts closer as he does it. turns over your palm in his hand, traces the lines with a gentle finger, and asks you, in a softer tone. “what is it?”

you play dumb. “what’s what?”

vernon sighs, casts you a look that you don’t return. “what’s bothering you?”

part of you wants to shrivel up and die — the mortifying ordeal of being known is, in fact, mortifying. but another part of you, a stronger part of you, thinks it’s sweet, actually. that he knows you so well.

it’s not surprising, though. you and vernon are… some sort of undefined, ambiguous thing, some vague space between friends and dating, something hazy — and something special, on top of all that.

you’ve been on kind-of dates. out to dinner, to the park, to watch the sunrise, to meet his sister once, even. you haven’t kissed, but you’ve held hands; you haven’t said i like you, but he calls you baby, sometimes. and sometimes you even say it back.

you feel it. hanging in the air between you — again, some shapeless, undefined, abstract concept, which was fine at first, but now it’s getting to you.

“i don’t want to be that person,” you say, in a small voice, gaze fixed to your joined hands. “but… what are we?”

vernon keeps playing with your fingers, silent for a moment. his voice is quiet, mirroring yours, when he answers. “whatever you’d like us to be,” he says finally, and it’s his turn to avoid your gaze, staring determinedly down at your fingers as though they hold the secrets of the universe.

“i think,” you say slowly; and he looks up when you don’t finish, only to see you smiling — one of those gorgeous, heart-rending smiles that makes him ache a little. “i think,” you begin again, “that i’d like to kiss you now.”

an equally breathtaking smile breaks onto vernon’s face. “i think i’d like that very much.”

an / my obsession w writing vernon & f2l needs to be studied.

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7. getting drunk on water ෆ⸒⸒ uniquely smau

uniquely is a new co-ed group under pledis entertainment, nabi will have to go through and explore the idol world while making friends, and possibly even finding love.

mingyu x idol!oc

They chose a spot that was a bit away from the main streets, with only a couple of groups of friends sitting at opposite ends of the room.

The owner came over to take their order, and before long, they were eating, drinking, and laughing uproariously at Binna's embarrassing stories and Minsu's comically bad impersonations.

The other people there didn't seem to mind their loudness, and on a few occasions, they even interacted with each other.

Minsu made several attempts to ask Nabi or Jae for a sip of their drink but was declined each time. Eventually, he gave up and contented himself with enjoying his soda.

After nearly an hour and a half of continuous drinking, Nabi decided to freshen up and headed to the bathroom. She felt she was getting a bit too drunk and didn't want the night to end prematurely.

In the bathroom, she washed her face and applied a touch of makeup, even though she knew it would probably fade within minutes of returning to the drinks. Nonetheless, she finished freshening up and made her way back, though she stumbled a bit.

On the cold night air, it downed on her that maybe she was drunker than she thought when she was in the bathroom, she felt silly and giggled to herself. At the entrance of the place she was in with her friends, she decided to stay outside for a bit to sober up a bit, she was sure that if she went back in, there would be no stopping her.

So, she sat on the steps and looked up into the sky, she couldn’t see the stars very well, and was unsure if it was because of the clouds, the air pollution, or the fact that her eyes felt heavy.

After a few minutes of listening to the city noise, she heard someone stepping outside the drinking place and she turned to notice a tall figure talking on the phone, she didn’t pay much attention and went back to looking at the sky.

“Yeah, I know,” Nabi looked up and saw who seemed to be Mingyu talking on the distance. She looked at the place and then back at Mingyu confused, he wasn’t there all along right? I mean, she was drunk, but not so much as to not notice her senior was in the same room as her, right?

And if he had been there all along, did he think she was rude for not saying hi? Did he think ALL of them were rude? What if he tells his members and they all think that her and her members think of themselves too highly to not even acknowledge their existence? What if-

“Nabi?” Suddenly, she became aware that Mingyu had ended his call and walked over to her and was now waving his hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”

“Were you inside all this time?” is the first thing she thinks to say.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“You haven’t been inside drinking all this time right? Because I looked around and I didn’t see you sitting, please don’t think I’m rude or anything, I genuinely didn’t know you were there.”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down,” he kneeled in front of her and coxed her to take a deep breath, “I just got here with my members, don’t worry, I don’t think you’re rude.”

“Oh thank god,” Nabi exhales relieved and places a hand over her heart, as if to calm her heartbeat.

“Are you drunk?”

Nabi’s eyes widen and she suddenly feels embarrassed, as if she got caught doing something she shouldn't, “Uh, I, uhm...”

He gives her a questioning look, but his eyes are soft and she can tell he's not planning on scolding her.

"Yeah, I am." Mingyu chuckles in response and sits next to her.

"How drunk?" He asks while taking his jacket off and wrapping her shoulders with it, even though she had a sweatshirt on. Though it was thin, and Nabi inmedietly felt how her body began warming up.

"I might fall asleep at any moment, level of drunk."

Mingyu snorts, "Then what are you doing out here alone? It could be dangerous."

Nabi gasps, "You're right! What if I fell asleep here and someone took a picture and posted it?! I would get kicked out of the company and all those years of training would go to waste! What would my family think?! And what about our fans? People would think I've gone crazy or something! Maybe I am! How didn't I think of that before?!"

While Nabi went on her rant, Mingyu tried to keep up and at the same time calm her down, but she couldn't hear him, she was too caught up in her mind, so, he grabbed her by her shoulders and made her look at him.

"Hey, it's okay! I'm here, I won't let that happen."

"Do you think I'm crazy Sunbae?"

"No, no, no, not at all."

Nabi dramatically sighs and her head hangs low, "How did I let myself get this drunk," she rubs her face, "Ah! I forgot I had makeup on! Did I mess it up?" She turns to Mingyu.

"Uhm, just a little bit."

"Where?" she begins softly rubbing random spots of her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, completely missing the actual spot where her makeup was smudged.

"Just here," he points at her face.

"Where?"

"Wait, hold on, stay still," Nabi does as asked and Mingyu rubs away the lipgloss from the corner of your mouth with his sleeve, "There."

"Oh, thank you."

"Your welcome," he smiles and pulls away, his arms hanging between his legs.

"So why did you say you were here?" Nabi asks after a few minutes of silence.

"We're here with my members to celebrate our MAMA nomination, I assume you guys are here for that as well?"

"Uh no, we haven't checked the nominations, but I don't think we were nominated," she lazily smiles.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm sure I saw your groups name nominated for Best New Artist."

Nabi stays silent for a few moments looking at the wall in front of them on the other side of the street, trying to process what she had just heard, "Are you...sure?"

"Yeah."

"How sure?"

"Like, 99 percent sure."

Nabi's brain short-circuits and shakes her head, "Do you have your phone with you?"

"Uh yeah, here," he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it for her, she googles the MAMA nominations and looks for the category Mingyu had mentioned, and there it was, her groups nominated for Best New Artist.

Nabi gasps and covers her mouth with her hand, looks at Mingyu and back at his phone, double checking in case her eyes played a trick on her, but it was true.

"Oh my god!" she shouted and stood up, apparently too fast, cause as soon as she was on her feet, she felt her body tumble back, but a hand on her waist and shoulder helped stabilize herself, but she didn't pay it much mind and continued freaking out, "I can't believe this!"

"Congratulations!" Mingyu gave her his thumbs up and smiled widely, "You all deserve it!"

"Thank you! Oh my god, I can't believe this is actually real! I gotta tell my mom!" she gives Mingyu's phone back and looks for hers, but can't find it, "Agh! I forgot I left it inside!" Nabi pouts.

"Do you wanna call her through my phone?" Mingyu offers.

"No, I don't know her phone number," her pout still prominent.

Mingyu chuckles, "Then do you want to go back inside and call her there?"

"Yeah-"

“Nabi!” Binna calls behind them, “Oh here you are! We were getting worried-,” she stops in her tracks, shock clear on her features, “Sunbaenim! Hello,” Binna greets and bows.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m good Sunbae, and you?”

“I’m good too.”

They smile at eachother and eventually Nabi speaks up.

"Binna! Guess what!" she steps closer to her best friend, Mingyu watches their interaction from behind.

"What?"

"We got nominated for MAMA!"

Binna snorts, "Yeah right."

"I'm serious!" Binna looks behind her and Mingyu confirms what her drunk friend was saying with a nod. "You're serious?!"

"I am!" they both scream in excitement and hug eachother while jumping in a circle, Mingyu smiles amused by their cute reaction.

"We have to tell the others!" Binna shouts and goes back inside.

"Wait!" Nabi turns to Mingyu and hands him his jacket, he shakes his head.

"No, no, keep it, you can give it back some other day, it's getting cold."

"Are you sure Sunbae?"

"Of course, and there's no need for honorifics," he smiles.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Now go back in and celebrate with your members!"

"What about you?"

"I'll be right in."

"Alright," Nabi smiles and goes back inside, Mingyu shakes his head smiling and follows suit.

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you're alright, i guess | kwon soonyoung

SYNOPSIS. in which you accidentally miss the bus and decide to stay the night at your date's place for the first time. PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader (ft. chan as soonyoung's roommate) GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. chan makes like a sex joke, kissing WORD COUNT. 2946

notes: hi everyone this ended up being a lil longer than i thought but it was saur cute to write so i hope u enjoy :') tagging @etherealyoungk hehe

Maybe you do lose all track of time when you're with someone special. Perhaps that's one of the aspects of starting to fall for another person𑁋that it's just so easy to lose track of time because you're too caught in the moment since the entirety of this day had gone right that it almost feels straight out of romantic comedy.

On the other hand, Soonyoung had spent the past week meticulously planning this date with you. This is only his second date with you, since the first one he was a nervous wreck the entire time and was terrified that you didn't want to see him again by the end of it (he sobbed when he got back to his place). But when you told him you wanted to see him again, he made his roommate Chan remind him every morning that yes, you do want to see him again and that he wasn't hallucinating.

The date didn't even require much planning, it was mainly because Soonyoung kept overthinking every little detail.

"How about we go to this ice cream place instead because Y/N prefers something simpler? Or maybe raid the convenience store to have a picnic by the Han River?" Soonyoung suggested to Chan one evening, who was currently sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

Chan looked up, his eyebrows raised. "You're planning this date like it's a military operation."

Soonyoung let out an exasperated sigh, pacing back and forth in their living room. "I need to cover all bases, Chan!"

"Hyung, you don't need a battle strategy for a date. It's supposed to be fun and relaxed."

"But what if Y/N doesn't like ice cream, or they have allergies or something they never told me of? And what if the convenience store doesn't have the right snacks? What if I mess it up?"

"Christ, hyung. You're overthinking this," Chan muttered, before letting out a sigh. "You really like them a lot, don't you?"

Soonyoung only flopped back down on the couch next him. It's almost overwhelming how much he does like you. "Yeah..."

By the time the date rolled around, he offered to pay for your snacks from the convenience store for the picnic and the ice cream by the end of it.

It wasn't extravagant nor entirely too simple, but he likes to think it was just the right amount of perfect to make up for the jittery disaster he was for the first one. And from the pretty smiles to your face that he caught glances of from to time, perhaps he was a bit more successful than he thought.

The time was probably around ten o'clock now, and you both find yourselves strolling side-by-side down the tranquil, quiet cityscape, the path ahead illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. You had an arm around Soonyoung's, telling him about something that happened when you were younger, and he was listening intently, hanging onto every word that left your mouth, occasionally getting distracted from how the city lights seem to dance in your eyes or how you glow when you spoke.

"And like... everyone stared at me! I can't believe I was the first person to spell in every freakin' round."

Soonyoung tries to imagine it𑁋a younger you participating in the school spelling bee standing awkwardly by the microphone in front of the entire school. The thought makes him grin.

"Cute," he mutters aloud, yet the grin to his face disappears when he feels a flick at the yellow cap he was wearing. "Hey! What was that for?"

You only pout, and Soonyoung swears you look even more cuter. "It's not cute. It's embarrassing."

"Well, it's cute because it's you."

You roll your eyes, chuckling at his words, but the flush to your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him.

His eyes linger on you for a few moments, and when you look up to meet his gaze, you catch sight of the most endearing smile to his face, one that melts your heart and brings a sweeter taste to your mouth than the ice cream you had earlier. It looks like he wants to say something, but before he can, there's a gasp that leaves your mouth at a moment of realisation.

"Crap, that's my bus over there!" You exclaim, pointing down to a bus farther down the street that was accepting the last few people inside and getting ready to close its doors.

Almost instinctively, you reach down to grab Soonyoung's hand before you're dashing down the street and dragging him along in a frantic sprint towards the bus stop. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you used all the remains of whatever energy you had left. However, by the time you both arrived at the bus stop, it was already half a block away from you.

"Dammit," You groan out frustratingly, letting go of Soonyoung's hand to catch your breath. "That was the last ride back home."

Soonyoung stands beside you, also panting heavily from the impromptu sprint. Once he catches his breath, he leads you to the seats under the bus stop, giving you a few moments to recover yours as well. And in that short amount of time, he lets himself think, his hand wandering to the urge to place over yours on your thigh, but he hesitates and retrieves it back.

"Sorry, I-I should've been more aware of the time," he says sheepishly.

You shake your head, managing a small smile back at him. "It's not your fault. I didn't even notice the time either."

His apologetic expression eases, yet the few moments of silence that passes afterwards does nothing to rid of the nerves that was crawling up his spine. He tries to think of other ways𑁋maybe a taxi, but the street appears almost barren of any𑁋but no other solution seems to come up, other than one last one.

"Um..." He clears his throat nervously. "Do you... want to stay over at my place for the night? It's, uh, not that far away, and we can figure out a way for you to get home tomorrow. If-If you want to, of course."

You feel your heart flutter to his suggestion, a mixture of nervousness and anticipating racing through you. Soonyoung feels the pang of regret to his chest at the sight of your contemplative expression. He shouldn't have asked that. What if he made you uncomfortable?

"Would you... be fine with that? What about your roommate?" You ask him, remembering that he mentioned another boy named Chan or something that also lived with him.

Soonyoung can sense the slight hesitation in your voice, and it makes his nervousness resurface.

"Chan's cool, I promise," he reassures you lightly. "He wouldn't mind."

You take a moment to think it over. Staying over at Soonyoung's place is a big step, especially for only your second date, but there's something about his sincerity and the way the entire night you've felt at ease with his presence that makes you want to take that leap of faith. Plus, you didn't have much of a choice anyway since you lived on the outskirts of town and the buses had stopped running for the night.

So you look back up at Soonyoung, noticing the way he's anxiously awaiting your response from the way his fingers seem to be kneading at the loose strings of his pants. With a warm smile, you reach out and gently place your hand on his.

"Okay," You tell him. "I'll stay over."

It takes nearly every muscle in his face to relax from your words, the relief washing over his features and the corner of his lips curving upward into a grateful, precious smile.

"Okay." He lets his hand interlock with yours, and he has to refrain himself from squeezing it too tightly out of excitement. His heart does a little dance in his chest as he stands up, gently tugging you up with him.

It's a peaceful walk on the way to his place, and the night air is crisp and cool like a tender graze against your skin as you make your way through the streets and into the local neighbourhood of apartment complexes. The city seems to have a different charm at this late hour𑁋quieter and more intimate. Soonyoung is careful not to let go of your hand, as if afraid you might disappear if he does. His brain still can't even process that you're about to see his place for the first time.

As he leads you inside the apartment building, you follow up a flight of stairs to where his apartment stood. He clumsily fumbles with the keys in his hands as he stands in front of the door, finally managing to unlock it. With a shy smile, he pushes the door open, gesturing for you to enter first.

He follows in behind you, and for a moment you both find yourselves a bit squished together in the entryway, the warmth of his body close to yours as you take off your shoes. There's a fleeting tension in the air as your eyes meet, and then you both chuckle nervously, breaking the moment.

"Hyung? Are you home now? How was the date𑁋" A sudden voice makes you and Soonyoung turn your heads simultaneously, and you're met with a younger boy whom you presume to be Chan, appearing exhausted with disheveled hair as if he had just woken up from a nap. You quietly greet him with a friendly smile, and he offers you one back in return.

Tackling the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Soonyoung gestures you to follow him into the living room, where you place yourself down comfortably on the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink or... anything?" Soonyoung asks you.

"Yeah, just some water is fine," You answer, before letting your gaze travel around the room.

The living area is very homey, a bit messy with some folded laundry at the ends of the couch, an empty can of soda and some snack wrappers sitting on the coffee table. You can't help but chuckle to yourself at the sight, finding the small mess endearing rather than off-putting; nonetheless, you still feel comfortable and welcomed.

When Soonyoung enters the kitchen to retrieve your water, he's pulled to the side by Chan.

"A reminder would have been nice if you were bringing them home," he mutters lowly, a bit of an annoyed tone to his voice.

"They missed their bus, what else was I supposed to do?" Soonyoung whispers back as he fills up a glass with water. "I-I couldn't just leave them stranded there."

Chan just sighs, giving the older boy a few pats on the back. "Just... don't do anything weird, okay? Keep it PG. And if I have to block my ears or whatever just, like, knock on the wall."

Soonyoung feels the heat in his face as he gives the younger boy a light smack to the arm. "We aren't𑁋it's not like that!"

That was enough for a round of laughter to leave Chan's lips and for you to catch sight of Soonyoung's slightly embarrassed expression once they enter back into the living area together. Chan only shoots one last knowing glance between the two of you before uttering out his goodnight and disappearing into his own bedroom.

"Sorry about the mess, by the way," Soonyoung says as he hands you the glass of water.

You take in the glass in your own hands, your fingers brushing momentarily against his. When you take a sip, you feel a refreshing wave hit you all at once. "It's fine. You weren't expecting company anyway. And... it feels cozy. I like it."

Your words make Soonyoung's eyes soften. He takes a seat beside you on the couch, not too close to invade your personal space but close enough that you can still feel the warmth of his presence. It's comforting, you think, because despite the quiet moments in between, you both feel contented in simply being together.

You know Soonyoung tried his best to make this date perfect, since your first one was more on the awkward side. But there was something about him𑁋whether it was his endearing clumsiness, the way he genuinely cares about your comfort and happiness, or the amount of effort he put in to actually want to get to know you𑁋that made you feel like this was right where you were meant to be.

"Do you... want to see my room?"

You glance up at him curiously, placing your empty glass on the coffee table. "Can I?"

Soonyoung leads the way, and you follow him down a short hallway to a door on the right. However before he opens it, he turns to look back at you. There's a sense of anticipation in the air, as if he's eager to let you into this personal part of his life but also a bit (very) nervous about what you might think.

"Wait, let me just... tidy it up a bit," he murmurs as if in shame before you have a chance to respond. He quickly steps inside the room, leaving you standing in the hallway. You hear some shuffling and a few muttered apologies to himself, and then he reappears back out with a sheepish grin.

He pushes it open, revealing a cozy and small bedroom. The walls are painted a soft shade of blue, and there are posters of various artists and bands you recognise like SHINee and BIGBANG. His bed is hurriedly kempt with a couple plushies of what seem to be tigers, and there's a desk piled with notebooks and a laptop.

There's a shelf in the corner of the room filled with collections of ticket stubs from concerts, a row of trophies and medals, and a stack of old photo albums. Then you take a seat at the edge of his bed, taking one of his tiger plushies in your hands and smiling to yourself. It's incredibly soft to the touch, carrying a scent of the remnants of Soonyoung. You can't help but snuggle it for a moment before placing it back on his bed.

"Here, I got some clothes you can sleep in," Soonyoung says after rummaging through his drawer.

"Thanks," You take the piece of clothing in your hand: a large hoodie that he bought at a concert a while ago.

He leaves you for a few minutes to allow you to change. Once he comes back in, it takes him a few moments to get used to you wearing his clothes with a hoodie that's slightly oversized on you, his cheeks deepening with a rosy hue that stretches up to his ears as he takes his place right next to you on the bed.

As the night goes on, you both start to feel a sense of exhaustion from the day's events. Soonyoung offers you his bed while he'll take the couch, but you decline. You don't mind sharing his bed; in fact, you'd prefer it.

"Are... Are you sure?" he asks, a hint of concern, hesitation, in his eyes. "I-I can sleep on the couch. It's completely okay."

You nod with a warm smile. "I'm sure. Plus, it's your bed, anyway. You deserve to sleep in it."

He seems to relax at your response, his tense shoulders loosening as he takes in a deep breath, and he finds himself crawling under the covers right next to you. It's strange, considering you're only two people who are still getting to know each other, yet the closeness feels natural and comforting.

You lay on your sides, facing each other, with only a few inches of space separating you. The room is dimly lit by a soft, warm glow from a bedside lamp, and the sounds of the city outside are barely audible.

"Hi," Soonyoung whispers, face cutely half-buried in the pillow.

You faintly grin, whispering in his same tone, "Hi."

For a moment, the two of you only lay there, only carefully studying each other's faces.

"You're really pretty," Soonyoung admits shamelessly, his words making you giggle and the heat sprout to your face.

"So you've mentioned," You tease him back playfully. Many times.

Soonyoung chuckles softly, the sound muffled by his pillow.

"I really like you, you know," he tells you, and it's so quiet that you can barely hear it, but his words send a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You prop yourself up on one arm, keeping your eyes on him. "Is that why I'm in your bed right now?"

Despite the darkness of the room, his cheeks tint a deeper shade of pink. He shifts slightly, scooting more closer towards you so he can face you more directly, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Partly, yes," he replies, voice low. "I feel comfortable around you, and I... I want to get to know you better. It's... a bit scary how much I like you."

You can feel the weight of his words, and you're not sure how to respond. Instead, you reach out, gently cupping his cheek with your hand, and guide his face toward yours. Your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. Soonyoung doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours slowly, gently, enough to feel like you're flying. The kiss deepens just slightly, but it's not rushed, as you feel his hand come to rest at the small of your back to rid of whatever distance was left.

And when you pull away, the two of you a bit breathless, Soonyoung only smiles.

"Does that mean you like me too?" he asks, as if the kiss you just shared wasn't the obvious answer.

"Hm." You look at him square in the eye, resisting the urge to smile though you can feel your lips twitching. "You're alright, I guess."

Soonyoung just grins, leaning in once again so that his lips hover over yours.

"You're so mean." he pouts, before kissing you again.

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Pair: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

WC: ~500

Note: not proofread. Wrote this in a mad dash this afternoon, all within an hour. I saw Wonwoo in my feed and i just spiraled.

Boyfriend!Wonwoo just staring at you as you both lay down on the bed in each other’s arms, facing each other after a long Friday at work. His eyes were still wide awake and full of love, watching and listening intently as you narrated about your day.

“And then it just shut down. In the middle of her presentation!!” You said as animatedly as you could, drowsiness just taking over your features quicker than you realized.

Wonwoo drew you closer to him, pulling you by the waist where his arm had already draped “hm yeah? And then what happened?” He asked, not actually really interested with what happened, just genuinely smiling at how adorable you looked trying to fight off sleep.

The pout on your face grew more prominent the heavier your eye lids felt but you continued to tell your story. “It’s just a good thing she had that data in her— why are you giggling?”

“Huh? No”

“Yes” you deadpanned, eyes opening wide momentarily and a brow raised at your boyfriend. Had he not been listening?!

Wonwoo’s lips curled up to a smile, his hand softly rubbing your back, “Ok ok, sorry. I didn’t mean to but you’re just so cute trying to not fall asleep”

“I’m not sleepy” you defended

“Yes you are”

“No, I’m—“ you got cut off when a yawn just suddenly came out of nowhere, making your boyfriend laugh out in victory.

Your brows scrunched together and eyes squinted at him, hating that you just got proven right.

“I’m not sleepy! You half scowled-half whined, bringing your face closer to his. The tips of your noses touching so you could give him the most intimidating look you could try. “i’m just tired. There’s a difference! Maybe if you stopped rubbing my back so nicely, i wouldn’t be sleepy and i’d actually be able to finish my story!!!”

Wonwoo was whipped. He knew that right now more than ever. He could not stop giggling at your attempt at an angry face. Seriously, how lucky was he to have you?! At your request, his hand on your back stopped rubbing and instead moved to the back of your head, drawing you closer, if that was even possible.

“Ok, baby. I’ll stop” he said lowly and softly before leaving a kiss on your forehead and tucking you on his chest, sending flutters all over your stomach. In these few seconds of silence and closeness, you felt Wonwoo’s warmth comfortably enveloping you. His heartbeat very steadily thumping against where your head rested on his chest. Okay, maybe you are sleepy.

“So was Jinhee’s project approved by the board?” Wonwoo inquired, fully intent in giving you his undivided attention

“Hmmm” you hummed contently, nuzzling yourself deeper to your boyfriend, eyes closing shut “goodnight, Woo”

A soft chuckle bubbled again within him, amused at how quickly your breathing had steadied and your body had relaxed, completely surrendering to a deep slumber in his arms. Wonwoo kissed the top of your head, a smile settling on his lips as his eyes fluttered close too.

“I love you too”

author’s note: pls know that this is the exact face i imagine Wonwoo making when he’s giggling at y/n and just all around adoring them. Ugh. Get me a Wonwoo 😩

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