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I hope to finish up some requests in the coming days, as well as post short writings for Seungcheol, Hongjoong, Myungjun, and Youngjo as a way for me to start putting out works for other groups I adore. And what better way to do that than to write about your biases? That being said, if anyone has any requests, please don’t hesitate to send them my way! It may take a little while, but I promise I’ll get them to you.
— SUNNY
#sunny speaks#csc#khj#kmj#kyj#we love fragile mental health and relentless exhaustion#me: constantly exhausted#also me: I KNOW LET'S WORK WITH 30+ 3YEAROLDS#a handful of hours is a long time spent chasing after dozens of toddlers#god i hope no one's reading the tags i just needed to vent it out here
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Listen I’m a sucker for the trope of wearing boyfriends clothes and said boyfriend appreciates the view so if you’re not sick of your Jungkook series could you do one where Tae accuses the reader of stealing his sweatshirt when he see her at the dorms but she’s really wearing Jungkook’s? I’m imagining it being a FILA sweater they all own. I hope this made sense... thank you regardless for all your stellar work ❤️❤️
I am literally a million months late to this, but here is your request! I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this, but life has been hectic and I am but a small, tired child. Regardless, I hope you like it if you're still around!
— SUNNY
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↳ request!
↳ jeongguk x reader, technically platonic!taehyung x reader
↳ part of my jk mini series!
↳ beginning, previous.
↳ words: 516
↳ genre: fluff!
↳ summary: taehyung is accusing you of being a clothes thief. next time, he’ll know to gather evidence before accusing you in the future.
“What is your problem?” You demand, narrowing your eyes at your best friend.
Taehyung blinks, startled, and averts his gaze despite having already been caught staring. He gives up that façade in a second, turning his gaze back to you and asks, “Why are you wearing my sweater?”
It’s your turn to blink, lips pulling into a pout as you look down at the sweatshirt you’re wearing. A FILA one that you’d stolen after one of your overnight stays a few weeks ago. “This isn’t yours,” you say, though it wouldn’t be first time one of his shirts mysteriously wound up in your possession. He’s your best friend, after all.
“It is,” he argues adamantly. “Mine’s missing—was missing. You could’ve told me you were taking it.”
“I would have told you if this was yours,” you huff and roll your eyes. Jungkook returns to the room, and falters briefly when he sees Taehyung’s accusatory gaze. Uncertainly, he returns to his place at your side, arm moving to rest behind your head on the sofa instinctively.
“What’s going on?” He asks, the question directed at both of you. When you look at him, his eyebrows are pulled together in a mix of concern and confusion, and you can’t help but smile at the expression.
“Our friend here is accusing me of thievery,” you state, sending a glare over your shoulder at Taehyung. “Unfounded claims, might I add.”
“You’re literally wearing my shirt!” He gestures at the sweater. “Why don’t you steal your boyfriend’s?! He has more sweatshirts than I do!”
“I do steal his,” you huff, leaning against Jungkook’s side. “In fact, I’m wearing one of his right now.”
“You’re—wait, what?” Taehyung frowns.
“The sweatshirt’s mine,” Jungkook supplies, tugging on the shoulder. “I gave it to her a few weeks ago. We all have one, Tae.”
“But—mine’s missing.”
“Oh, Jin has yours.”
“He does?” The frown on Taehyung’s face only deepens, and again you can’t fight back the smile. What can you say? Everything your boys do makes you smile. Even if that thing is accusing you of thievery.
As if you’d take one of Taehyung’s shirts in secret, like you were doing something wrong. You take his things openly, proudly, even as he sputters objections because that’s what best friends do.
“Yeah.” Jungkook nods. “He spilled something on his, so he took yours. It’s probably in the laundry or something. He might’ve forgotten he had yours.”
“Oh,” he says, dumbly, and looks back to you with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Y/N.”
“You should be.” You turn up your nose at him. “Just for that, I’m gonna take yours from Jin before you have the chance.” With that, you’re up, running to find the oldest boy while Taehyung rushes after you.
Tries to, anyway, because no less than a second after you leave the room, you hear him cry, “Jungkook, why?! Let me go! Have you no loyalty?!”
“Hey, if I let you get to her, I’m never having that shirt back.” A pause. “Also she’s cute and I would do anything for her.”
#imagine: jeongguk#imagine: jungkook#imagine: bts#bts imagine#bts imagines#bts#jjk#jjk imagine#jungkook imagine#jungkook imagines#request#kpop imagines#jeongguk imagine#jeongguk imagines
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↳ lee sangyeon x reader
↳ words: 1301
↳ genre: fluff
↳ summary: you’re drunk, he’s wonderful, and it almost seems like a dream.
“You wanna come in?” You ask, leaning against the wall just inside your apartment, eyes on the man standing before you. “Stay the night, maybe?” You’re not normally this confident, but something about him brings it out in you. Maybe it’s a comfort thing; you’ve known him for years, after all, and you have loved him for most of that. It might also be a him plus alcohol thing. You, Kevin, and Hyunjae had challenged each other to soju-pong towards the end of the ‘get together,’ and by then you were already too drunk to see straight.
Sangyeon huffs out a laugh, the corners of his lips lifting up, and he looks so lovely. He steps further into your apartment, closes the door behind him, and then secures the lock. You smiles slow, victorious, and step further into his space, arms lifting to wrap around his shoulders.
“Are you really the Sangyeon I know?” You ask, teasing, and tilt your head to the side. He’s still smiling, looking down at you with something akin to adoration. You remember all the times you’ve longed for him to look at you like that, back when you were his friend and wanting to be more. Back when you both cursed and blessed Kevin for introducing you. “Normally, you’d be telling me off for inviting strange men into my apartment. Though I guess you’re not exactly strange.”
“Y/N.” He shakes his head, chuckling lowly. “We live together.”
Your eyebrows fly up at that, confusion mixing with your inebriation. “Really?” You ask, dumbly, your lips pulling down into a pout.
“Yes,” he says, and finally he wraps his arms around your waist. “We’re also engaged.”
“We are?!” You pull one hand back from behind his neck, eyes blown wide as you take in the ring on your finger. “When did all this happen?”
“A while ago,” he laughs, walking you backwards into your apartment. The one you share, with Sangyeon. The apartment that you share with Sangyeon, who is also your fiancé. The apartment that you share with your fiancé Sangyeon.
He’s looking at you like he loves you, and somehow it’s so much like the way he looked at you before. “Wow,” you murmur, still looking at the ring. It’s beautiful, simple. The stone is blue, light. Your favourite colour. Well, your favourite colour as known to your loved ones; second only to the colour of his eyes.
You’ve been gone for him since the moment you met, and the way he’s looking at you makes you believe it’s the same for him, too.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, and he withdraws his arms around your waist to take hold of your hand instead.
“Oh, yeah?” You almost trip over yourself in your excitement to follow him.
“To sleep,” he states, then, as he turns into your bedroom. The pout at your lips is involuntary, but it soon falls away when he turns to you with a soft, caring smile. “But first, we’re going to wash up, get dressed, and I am going to bring us both some water.”
You narrow your eyes at him, and back towards your bathroom. An en-suite, you chose this apartment specifically for that. Two bathrooms, and entirely within your price range. Kevin used to tell the guys he was going to the ‘hidden bathroom’ when you first moved in, and they were confused until Chanhee told him that he meant the en-suite. “How come you don’t seem as drunk as me?” Your back hits the door at that, and you curse aloud. You miscounted your steps.
“Because you’re so drunk that I seem sober.” He shakes his head. “But there’s a reason we called a driver instead of driving home ourselves.”
“Suspicious,” you humph, and then promptly turn on your heel to properly enter the bathroom.
Sangyeon helps you wipe the makeup from your face, laughing loudly as the process first turns you into a mess before leaving you barefaced. He presses a kiss against your forehead, and you brush your teeth side by side. You watch his reflection through your mirror, swaying slightly where you stand. His face is flushed red, smile languid. He’s beautiful, and you can’t believe he loves you like this. You can’t believe he loves you barefaced and so drunk you couldn’t remember agreeing to marry him. You can’t believe he loves you enough to ask you to marry him.
A little while later, you lie curled against his side, dressed in one of his t-shirts and dreading the hangover that will surely claim you by morning, minimised slightly by the water Sangyeon had brought you once you’d gotten yourself changed. The glass is empty on your nightstand, and you know that you will bring the two of you more come morning. That’s how it goes, that’s how it’s gone since that first time the two of you got drunk together, on the night of your twentieth birthday and the first time you’d gotten drunk, ever. You’d spent the night at Kevin’s home because his parents were out of town, and they’d come home to a group of barely-legal adults hungover in their living room. They found it funny, and so did your parents when the news was relayed to them by an overexaggerating Kevin Moon.
You smile and press a kiss to his chest. Your parents always told you to marry a good man, and you think a man who brings you water when you get too drunk is a good man. You think—no, you know Sangyeon is a good man. The kind of man who helps old ladies cross the street, who lets children press stickers to his face and leaves them there until the children are out of sight, who takes care of his friends without question, who loves you so completely, so honestly that you almost feel like this is a dream.
Oh God, what if this is a dream? You always have some pretty vivid dreams when you’re drunk. You don’t think you can take it if you wake up in the morning, hungover, and Sangyeon isn’t by your side like this.
You push yourself upwards to look at his face. “I need you to pinch me.”
“What?” He asks groggily, eyes half-open as he looks at you. “Why?”
“I think I’m dreaming,” you explain, livelier than you’d expect with how tired you are, but maybe the fear of your entire engagement being a dream trumps exhaustion. “I mean, it makes sense! How could you love me? You’re so—you’re so good and kind and loving, and—and I’m—.”
“All of those things, too,” he murmurs, reaching up to brush your hair behind your ear. “You’re brilliant, Y/N. When you wake up, you’ll remember that, and I’ll be here when you do.” He smiles. “When that happens, I’ll make fun of you all day for it.”
Hesitantly, you let yourself lie back down, telling yourself that this is not a dream, that this is your reality, and even if it isn’t, you’ll be happy to have had Sangyeon like this for a little while.
“I love you,” you confess, and then you close your eyes.
“I love you, too,” he whispers, a yawn caught in with his words. Your heart feels full. At least for tonight, you feel what it’s like to be loved by him.
When you wake up, he’s still there. When you wake up, you bring two glasses of water to your bed, let him poke fun at you when he joins you in the land of the living. You smile through all of this, because this is your dream and also your reality. Sangyeon has turned you into a sappier person, and a happier one, too.
Thank God for Kevin Moon.
#imagine: sangyeon#sangyeon imagine#lee sangyeon#lee sangyeon imagine#the boyz#the boyz imagine#deobi#tbz imagines#kpop imagines#kpop imagine#lsg#imagine: the boyz
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↳ hwang hyunjin x reader
↳ words: 455
↳ genre: fluff
↳ summary: days like this, you’re in awe at how much you love him.
Sometimes, you’re blown away by just how… beautiful he is, inside and out. He is only lying there, across your bed, arms curled beneath his head, and he’s smiling at you. He glows beneath the sun that shines through your bedroom window, bathing him in golden hues, and you’re convinced that the sun exists solely to shine upon him.
Your heart cannot make your love for this man any more obvious. If he is the sun, then you are the Earth. He brings light to your world, and you bring meaning to his.
“Hyunjin,” you whisper, reaching out to him, fingertips dancing across his cheekbone. Sometimes, you forget he is real—that he is here, that he is yours. Sometimes, you cannot believe that the universe has brought him to you. You must have saved the universe in a past life, in all of your past lives.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, curling his hand around your wrist, keeping your palm on his cheek. He has called you beautiful before, so many times, when you looked your best and when you looked your worst. Less a compliment and more a statement, a fact, an observation that he makes each and every day, it still has your heart skipping a beat and warmth flooding to your cheeks.
“I know,” you reply, because your Mother always taught you not to be bashful in your beauty. His smile grows, just a little, and he turns his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. “You’re kinda pretty, too.” You feel his breath on your wrist as he chuckles, and a second later, you’re been tugged towards him. He lets go of your wrist, and trails his hand up your arm to cup your neck.
“Only kind of?” He hums, tilting his head to the side. “You’re breaking my heart, Y/N.”
“Shall I get you a band-aid? Or shall I kiss it better?” You inch yourself closer to press your forehead to his chest, resting just above his heart. You feel him sigh more than you hear it, and it is here again that you are reminded how comfortable you feel when you’re around him.
Hyunjin isn’t your first love, you both know that, but he makes all your past loves seem so insignificant in comparison. Lying here, with your head against his chest, his arms moving to circle your shoulders as he hums a familiar song, you know that this love, this relationship, this everything, is forever.
“You really are beautiful, Hyunjin,” you say, voice muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt. He doesn’t stop humming, but draws a pattern against your back that tells you, “I know.”
#imagine: hyunjin#imagine: stray kids#imagine: skz#stray kids imagine#hwang hyunjin#kpop imagine#kpop imagines#hyunjin imagines
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Hi, everyone! Sorry for being absent this last... month or so? I’ve been dealing with a few things in my personal life, and I’ve recently started working. Though I don’t work long hours (or even anywhere close to long hours), this change is taking some time to adjust to, especially with the fickle state of my mental health. I hope to be back and writing again within the next two weeks or so! I hope you’re all doing well, and thank you all for being patient with me!
— SUNNY
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↳ bang chan x reader!
↳ words: 365
↳ genre: angst
↳ summary: you and chan meet up to talk about the state of your relationship.
“How did things go so wrong?”
You can’t look at him. You can’t. You know looking at him will make you regret this more than you already do, will make you wish to turn back the clock to two months ago—the last time the two of you were truly, genuinely, completely happy together. Before you came to this.
“I’m sorry,” you say, voice so silent that the words could almost be mistaken as a breath. So quiet that you might not have said them at all.
“Y/N, please,” Chan begs, reaches across to take your hands in his own. This is the only part of him you can see, and it is enough to have your chest caving inwards, to have tears welling in your eyes. “Please, tell me there’s a way we can fix this.”
You wish there was a way for you to fix this, wish there was a way for you to ignore the pulling of your heart in a direction he’s not in. Because you’d loved him. For so long, you’d loved Chan, loved the feeling of his arms around your waist and the warmth of his smile as he looked at you. But somewhere along the way, your feelings for him started to fade and shift in another direction.
You don’t tell him about these feelings, don’t dare to. Your plan is to end it here and walk away from him and his friends forever. Chan will get over you soon, and Changbin will never know he stole your heart from his friend. This is how you can ensure there’s as little pain for Chan as possible without leading him on.
You wish you still loved him. Up until two months ago, up until you realised you’d started to fall out of love with him, you were certain you’d spend your whole life with him. You talked about your wedding with him, for crying out loud—and now you’re shattering both of your dreams because your stupid heart is more fickle than you thought it was.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, and you hate yourself as you draw your hand away from him, severing contact. “I’m so sorry, Chan.”
#imagine: chan#imagine: bang chan#imagine: skz#stray kids imagines#stray kids drabbles#imagine: stray kids#kpop imagines#kpop drabbles
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— SURRENDER, v.
Somehow, miraculously, your friendship with Jaebum has been salvaged, fractured remnants pulled from the wreckage of your catastrophic breakup and pieced back together. It’s not the same, not quite, but it’s something—and you’re not sure if your heart hurts more or less than it did when you weren’t talking.
You’re together now, the two of you with Jackson and Jinyoung, the latter of whom is watching you with narrowed eyes, solely responsible for you passing your classes. You’d be lying if you said you aren’t a little distracted, eyes drifting from your textbook to the source of both your pain and happiness.
Being in love isn’t worth it, this you decided weeks ago. But you think you can handle it if he keeps smiling at you like that, keeps laughing like he does when Jinyoung scolds you for not concentrating on your schoolwork. He talks about a new girl, now that he and Miyoung have called it quits, and it confuses you. Because he’d told Jackson that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, made you believe that he’d finally let himself fall in love with someone—and now they’re over. He must have decided love isn’t worth it, too.
This new girl, he says she’s pretty. A singer in a small-town band who wants to make it big someday, vibrant purple hair and tattoos that snake all the way up her arms. The kind of girl you’d see on posters in your teenage bedroom.
“I’m seeing her later tonight,” he says, the words followed by a sigh that has your attention slipping from your work to him again. Your eyes meet, and he’s quick to look away.
“You don’t sound too excited,” Jinyoung points out in the same instant he taps his finger on your textbook, torn between two stressful friends—three, if you include Jackson, who’s taken to doodling in the corners of his textbook pages instead of actually studying.
Jackson huffs. “That’s because he’s still torn up over—.” He’s cut off by an elbow to his ribs, Jinyoung quick to silence him with violence while Jaebum just glares at him. You’re at a loss, however, looking between the three with furrowed brows. They must be talking about Miyoung, you decide, letting your gaze linger on Jaebum again. He must be missing her more than he lets on. He must be missing her like you’re missing him, like you missed him when you weren’t talking.
“If you miss her, you should just tell her,” you say, because you’re a hypocrite who hates seeing him hurting. Mark will call you a masochist when he finds out you’re giving love advice to the boy who still breaks your heart, with every passing second.
Jaebum’s silent for a moment before he sighs again. “It’s not that simple, Y/N,” he says, finally meeting your gaze. “I can’t just tell her that I miss her—.”
“He hurt her,” Jinyoung says, softer, and he reaches across to close your textbook. Jaebum nods his agreement, and your heart aches at the guilt you see in his eyes, at the pain.
“You should still tell her.” You shrug, lips lifting into a weary smile. “She might not forgive you, she might even hate you, but she might also give you a second chance.”
“What would you do?” Jackson asks, resting his elbows on the table. You want to curse at him, want to throw your textbook at him. He knows what you’d do if you were the girl Jaebum’s talking about, knows you’d forgive him without second. Because it’s Jaebum, because you love him, because you know him and know that he doesn’t hurt people because he wants to, but because he’s trying to protect himself.
“If I were her?” You hum, tilting your head to the side. “If he’s sincere, I’d forgive him.”
“You would?” Jaebum asks, eyes wide. “Really?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “It depends on the situation, of course, but I definitely think good people deserve second chances.” Then, smiling at Jaebum, you say, “You’re a good person, Jae. You’ve just locked yourself away for so long that you’re not sure how to navigate an actual relationship.”
Jaebum snorts. “Is that your way of calling me emotionally unavailable?”
You grin. “If the shoe fits…”
#imagine: jaebeom#imagine: jaebum#imagine: got7#got7 imagines#got7 drabbles#ijb imagines#jaebum imagines#kpop imagines
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happy birthday to our lovely, dedicated, and charismatic powerful dancer and visual HWANG HYUNJIN ♡
#HappyHyunjinDay .: 00.03.20
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I’m so happy to have found your Jungkook series because it brought me to all your lovely other work!! If you’re not tired of writing for it, would you write something where Jungkook is insecure and the reader comforts him after coaxing it out of him (maybe it’s me but I feel like he’d hold it in)?
Hi there, here’s your request! I hope you like it! Writing sad Jungkook broke my heart!
— SUNNY
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