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[seung-scrittore]

treasure’s reaction to your henna design ! — hyung line

genre; fluff, a little comedy || warnings; kisses, SMALL FONT !!, some teasing, they’re all really cheesy || wc; 1.7k

wanting to touch the ink - jihoon

it was early into the evening when you had finished intricately decorating your left arm with flowers and miniature patterns. the ink extended until your fingertips, where the chocolate coloured henna contrasted the supple skin of your palm. calling out for your boyfriend, jihoon, to see the gorgeous pattern which was slowly staining your skin. he'd seen your henna designs many times, though you'd never quite done such an intricate design. in truth, it had taken you most of your morning to etch the ink onto your shoulder and down to your forearm, with added difficulty when trying to duplicate each pattern onto all of your fingertips. once he emerged from the doorway, he saw your figure, basked in the golden sunlight that filtered through the window of the small room, and the way in which the delicate henna glistened across your skin told him that it hadn't quite finished drying. he extended his forearm, in a manner that expressed he meant to reach out for your still-drying shoulder. you quickly shuffled away from his hold, extending your right hand toward him with your palm facing outward. "hold it right there, hoon." you continued despite the pout that now adorned his features, "you know as well as i do that you're not allowed near me until this dries." his pout deepened in response, if you weren't dead set on keeping him away from you, you'd have probably broke out in laughter at his almost comical expression. "don't you remember what happened last time you were near me while my henna was drying? 'cuz i do. and it sure as hell wasn't pleasant." crossing his arms in front of his chest, he stared at you with contempt, "hey, that was one time! i'm responsible, y'know." his brows furrowed and his eyes slanted in mock indignation. he stepped closer to your frame, grabbing your right hand and clasping his fingers around yours before raising it above your head, taking a step back until your waist was trapped against the windowsill. you seemed ethereal against the golden light, your skin seemingly kissed by each ray of sunlight. he planted a brief kiss on your lips before diving back in for another, his right hand coming up to your frame out of instinct, where he accidentally brushed against the wet ink. his thumb smearing the corner of one of the beautifully crafted flowers at the top of your shoulder. he pulled away from the kiss at the contact, grimace adorning his face at the slight smudge against your skin. your eyes still shut, you tilted your head down, "jihoon, if you just did what i think you did, you have five seconds to run." "but wouldn't that just smudge it more?" "jihoon!"

hugging you // asking you how you did it - hyunsuk

"hyunsuk! c'mere!" you shouted from the bedroom that the both of you shared. you were basked in a pale moonlight, the open window in the back corner of the room sporting a full view of the waning moon. your skin seemingly glowing, showcasing the newly drawn henna along your palm. the ink-stained towel that you'd used to clean up the edges of your design now lay discarded atop your desk with the rest of your henna ink and pens. the clutter only adding to the mess that was your workspace. small ceramic bowls decorated the edges, filled with paperclips, bottle caps, thumbtacks, and other small doodads you'd kept or deemed useful. "hyunsuk!" you shouted once more, hoping for his sake that he wasn't ignoring you. just as you were about to storm out of your room to find him, a sleepy looking hyunsuk appeared in your doorway, causing you to immediately put your henna-clad hand behind your back. suffering from a bad case of bed-head, hyunsuk leaned his palm against the frame of the door to balance himself as he fought off his urge to sleep. lidded eyes looking up at you from the downwardly tilted position of his head, muttering something near unintelligible. "what? 'sukkie, you look like you just died and came back." in truth, you loved how he looked when he was tired. the weary look in his eyes and his slow blinking matched the small pout he unconsciously sported. drowsily making his way through the bedroom and over to you, hyunsuk nearly bumped into your desk. taking a look at the discarded rag, he'd realized that's why you'd called him over. before he could ask, you confirmed the suspicion by revealing your hand and palm to him. "oh, it's beautiful. just like you." shifting his gaze from the intricate art on your hand, “you should show me how you do that.” he looked into your eyes and blindly moved his hand to hold your waist. "you're a dork," you scoffed, tucking a strand of hyunsuk's hair behind his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder, "hm… but i’m your dork." you noticed hyunsuk's breathing slow and his head get heavier against you as you smiled at the slumped-over dork. maybe he was a bit of a mess, but he was your mess and that was all that mattered to you. “i love you, you dork.”

you find them doing research on henna - yoshi

it was nearly two in the morning when you stumbled over a sleeping yoshinori. he'd fallen asleep at his desk as he so often did when he got overly excited about researching one topic or the other. his computer light illuminated the wisps of his hair as you cautiously stepped toward the sleeping boy, you noticed his notebook had clean, perfect handwriting which transformed into scribbled-down notes and later into indecipherable shapes on lined paper. skimming over the notes as best you could without disturbing the boy whose face was pressed against the reams of the notebook cover. when yoshi tried to learn something, he certainly gave it his all. you knew that already. though, most often he would share what he was learning with you since you'd always loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was excited about, this was not one of those times. he'd kept his research to himself and his journal. as you looked over his scribbled notes, you realized he was researching henna. you weren’t aware yoshi had any interest in it, but his notes were thorough, thought out, and he even included little scribbles of flowers. one of the drawn designs looked oddly similar. looking down at your henna covered arm, you immediately recognized the flower patterns you had raved about to him. it’d taken you a while to perfect them, and you were quite proud of the design you’d crafted. and so, you were more than excited to show yoshinori. carefully, you pulled a woven acrylic blanket over a shivering yoshi. he stirred slightly, looking confused as he rose from his hunched over position at his desk. “hm?” you giggled to yourself, watching his eyebrows furrow. “nothing, love. come to bed and get some proper rest, yeah?” he shuffled, rubbing his eyes and stretching before going rigid and closing his notebook, as if he’d been caught in the act of something illegal. “i, hm. i didn’t mean to fall asleep.” you decided he looked too cute to not tease; “who would mean to fall asleep when doing all that research? must’ve been interesting.” you smiled as he looked up at you, “it was.” “what did you research?” you asked as you grabbed his arm, coaxing him toward your shared room. “henna. mmh, i wanted to learn about henna for you.” he muttered, one hand over his eye in an effort to lazily wake himself up. “for me?” you inquired. “mhm,” yoshi prodded at the henna drawn on your arm, “it’s pretty, you’re pretty.”

taking photos - junkyu

you were sat at a table overlooking your backyard, where your boyfriend kneeled, taking photos of the flowery hedges which formed a lush border around the carpet of grass that was slightly overdue for a trim. there, you dragged the pen which held your henna ink along your skin, etching spirals along the blank canvas that was your thighs. you'd been lucky, the weather was finally at a bearable temperature for you to wear shorts, though not warm enough for you to feel burdened outside in the sunlight. the hem of your shorts was pulled up to your waist in an attempt to not stain the worn polyester. as you carefully dragged the cold liquid across your skin, a glare of light silhouetted your actions, shortly followed by a faint shuttering. once you'd turned your head to look for the reason which your vision had been overcome with a bright light, you were met - face to face - with the culprit, camera in-hand. junkyu, softly smiling at you from behind the dark frame of the lens. "sorry," he timidly muttered, hand coming up to the back of his neck in what you presumed was embarrassment, "you just looked too beautiful." to say you were speechless at his brazen compliment would be an understatement. your mouth agape, you stared at the soft-spoken boy in front of you. pen still in hand, you froze. your pinky slightly extended outwards from the overhand grip you currently had on your henna pen and your wrist tilted awkwardly above the unfinished texture so as to not let the dark liquid smudge nor come into contact with the blank flesh of your arm. "i looked too... what?" "beautiful." your mouth now clamped shut, lips forming a straight line as you stared into his chestnut eyes. still slightly embarrassed, his lips tugged upward in a shy smile. quickly grasping the black, boxed camera, the black strap which connected each side of the old fashioned camera moved from its formerly stagnant position around his neck, junkyu once again positioned the camera to face you. thumb resting on the underside of the lens, supporting the weight of the camera whilst his index finger hovered above a hard, recently-used button. click. the familiar, harsh shutter was heard again as a sudden bang of light crept upon your vision, the vivid light staining your surroundings for a moment before dying down. "sorry, just... had to capture that expression."

leo’s notes [🦔] … sorry it took forever to release !! i started working on it a while back and it got lost in the sauce… anw, enjoy !! ty anon for requesting this n thank you @alohajun for beta reading !! your compliments meant the world <3

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[seung-scrittore]

[ 03 : 22 ] - lee minho

୨୧ pairing | minho x reader .

୨୧ genre | lovers-to-exes ! trope .

୨୧ wc | 0.7k

୨୧ warnings | angst , mentions of arguments , implied break up , paranoia , regret , post break-up thoughts , anxious minho .

୨୧ a/n | i wrote this amid procrastinating calc hw,,, it's not my best but i had a bad case of lino brainrot so tadaaaa

He was alone.

Minho rolled over to what used to be your side of the bed, it seemed colder without someone else with him. It led him to one conclusion.; you were really gone, he was free from all the stupid fights, endless jealousy, and the constant love you'd given him. As much as Minho had been the one to suggest the both of you end things, he didn't think you'd have taken him up on it. Especially not since you'd have been together for two years this coming month. On the outside, you and Minho were the perfect couple, but in the comfort of your shared home? Not so much. The constant fighting only solidified the claims that you and Minho had to be "soulmates" were anything but true.

Though, that wasn't to say the both of you didn't have your good moments. There would be nights where you and Minho would hold each other close, drowning in the comfort of the other after a bad day; nights when Minho would come home to find you asleep on the couch and he would grab a blanket to settle in beside you; nights where he would wake up randomly and the only thing that would be there to lull him back to sleep would be the fact that you were there, asleep beside him. Nights were really the only times Minho was home, he'd always been a busy person and you knew that, but thinking back... Minho knew there were times he could've tried to come home earlier, or made the short commute home to spend time with you on his lunch break. Now he would never have the chance.

He wondered if you were asleep right now. He hoped you were, you'd always scolded him for staying up late, and in turn, he'd done his best to fix his sleeping schedule for you, you'd probably be annoyed at him for staying up this late now... Stop.

Bitterly, he forced his eyes shut tightly before opening them wide once again. He needed to stop thinking about you.

Minho sat up, taking in the sight that was his bedroom. The empty hangers swayed in the closet and the barren spot on the coat rack where your favorite red jacket had always been seemed to stare at him, taunting him, as if he had committed a crime.

The way Minho saw it, you left him. It didn't matter that the argument was his fault, it didn't even matter that he had suggested you leave. The only thing that mattered to him was that you agreed, you saw an opportunity to leave him, and you took it.

He would never admit it, but seeing you willingly leave behind the years you'd spent together hurt his pride more than he'd have expected. Pride? Was he really thinking about pride at a time like this?

Of course, he was, he's Minho after all, what more could you expect?

Well, that's to say he was also awake at three in the morning worrying about you and where you'd gone.

He clutched the hem of his shirt in frustration. Normally, you'd be at his side and holding his hand to ground him, but now that you weren't here, he had no one to keep his paranoia at bay.

After too long of sitting in his bed, palms gripped against his shirt, he let the sinking feeling of solitude get to him.

Picking up his phone from his night table, he swiped past your face on his lock screen. He'd been too afraid to change it in the hopes that you'd come back, but now he realized that they were just that; hopes.

He typed, again and again, watching his message get a little more desperate with every rewrite. Sighing to himself, he closed the messaging app on his phone and ran his fingers through his hair.

Was he the issue? Was his love too conditional? He pondered. Maybe you'd both been chasing the same happy ending for a book that had never meant to be written.

Maybe, just maybe, you'd find someone to love you better than he could.

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[seung-scrittore]

[12:34] - fortune cookies and harry styles

genre: platonic!au, fluff, crack, best friend Ni-ki & Jungwon

warning(s): food/eating, light swearing

pairing: none

wc: 0.9k

“Love can last a lifetime if you want it to.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“Seriously, who writes that mumbo-jumbo anyway?”

“Honestly who cares,” you crinkled up the small paper between your index and thumb, flicking it toward the younger boy sitting on your couch. You watched as he flinched once it'd made contact with his jawline, afterward rolling his eyes at you. Not caring enough to even attempt to make sense of the tiresome momento inscribed inside your fortune cookie. 

Stuffing the semi-stale cookie past your lips, you shrugged off the topic. “Oh wait,” you half mumbled with your mouth still busy at work with the thin, crumbly treat, “‘Ave you guys ‘eard that song?” Most of your sentence was borderline unintelligible.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you table manners, yuck.” Ni-ki shot you an incredulous look as if you’d just offended him personally by not finishing your snack before speaking. 

“Manners, schmanners, y'know you could choke? Seriously, ___, you need to be more careful.” 

Of course, Jungwon, as always. 

“Well pardon me, your highnesses,” rolling your eyes at the imbeciles you were unfortunate enough to call your friends, “Anyway, like I was saying —before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“Have we heard that song?” Ni-ki mocked, his voice rising several octaves in jest, “I don’t even need to hear you say the name, it’s been everywhere I swear.”

Jungwon, who seemingly forgot about his sudden outburst of concern mere moments ago, piped up. “What song?” 

Sticking your chopsticks back into your carton of Chinese food —Pork Lo Mein to be specific— you shot him an exasperated look, “No way, you’ve really not heard it?”

“Maybe I have, if one of you idiots would just tell me the damn title I’d let you know”

Ni-ki snickered, setting his carton of fried rice down to nod his head toward Jungwon, “It makes sense he wouldn’t know, being ancient and all.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, slightly tilting your head down in a failed attempt to hide your amusement. Admittedly, a fair portion of your friendship with the two had been you and Ni-ki borderline-bullying Jungwon for being almost three years older than the both of you. 

Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you swallowed the food that was in your mouth, opened up your playlist, and scrolled through to find the previously mentioned song. 

“Oh! Here, look Won,” you showed him your phone, the small letters playing in the bottom left of your screen, “As It Was, ugh, it’s such a good song.” 

“Oh, yeah I know it. All that hype for Harry Styles? Really?” 

“You did not just say that to me.” Ni-ki shot Jungwon a glance that let him know he was truly skating on thin ice here. 

“Listen, he’s good, I’ve just heard better y’know,” Jungwon noted somewhat matter-of-factly, collecting another bite of food with his utensils. He nodded toward Ni-ki, “I like his other single, uh, what’s it called?” Shaking his head, he stuffed the spoonful of now semi-cold Chinese food into his mouth, “Watermelon High, maybe?”

“It’s Watermelon Sugar, I’m actually disappointed. Of course, you would only know that song.” 

Over the years you had grown used to their quirks, though Jungwon not liking Harry Styles might’ve been a deal-breaker in your two-year-long friendship.

“I’m gonna tempt the fates here, Won, our whole friendship is riding on my fortune.”

Ni-ki held out his unwrapped golden fortune cookie, it was slightly crumpled at the corners, to the point you could see the stark contrast of the thinly tucked paper. 

The hard exterior of his cookie sounded with a stale crack, you could still faintly taste the vanilla and sesame oil on your tongue from your own. 

“Honestly you think they’d make them fresh or something for how often we go to that place,” you sarcastically chided, “I don’t quite feel valued as a customer.” 

“Oh cut the theatrics, both of you."

Ni-ki scoffed, "Hyung, I really don't think you wanna get mouthy while I'm literally unwrapping your fortune." 

If you said Jungwon was perfectly calm at Ni-ki's brazen nature, you would be lying. He was about two seconds from imploding, and you swore you could see steam coming out of his ears. 

"Go on, read it out." You had a tendency to always back Ni-ki up when it came to picking sides between the two, and if you were honest, you found this really amusing. 

Clearing his throat, —solely for theatrics— Ni-ki held the palm of his hand in his other,

 "He, who knows not of Harold Styles, is not to be trusted." 

Flicking his now crumpled slip of paper at you like you'd done to him moments ago.

"Yah, don't make me come over there Ri-ki," Jungwon pointed his spoon at Ni-ki in an almost threatening way —it would've held a lot more merit if you didn't already know Jungwon was considerably shorter than Ni-ki.

Chomping on another bite of your food, you made a mental note to tease Jungwon for that later, but right now he had enough on his plate with Ni-ki. 

"___, look he's threatening me!" Ni-ki feigned a fearful tone, if he was trying to hide his smile, he was doing a poor job at it. 

You scoffed, a slight grin adorning your features at their antics, unfolding the small paper that had fallen in your lap, you silently read the fortune— his actual fortune. 

"Good friends are worth the hardships you'll face to find them."

Looking up at Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were now bickering back and forth, your grin was in full effect. 

They are, they truly are.

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[seung-scrittore]

perfection → mashiho x reader

genre; fluff, domestic!au

pairing; boyfriend!mashiho × fem!reader

warning; mentions of food, controlled flame?? (they're just birthday candles), nothing else really, it's meant to be a sweet blurb<3

wc; 1.4k

(a/n → for @sunoo-bby I would've released this so much sooner if you had just told me your birthday love, but nonetheless I hope you're having the best birthday <3. the day you were born deserves to be celebrated, you're a literal angel, im so sorry about the quality of the fic, i wanted to finish it before the day was up!! i hope you like it regardless though💓😭)

You were so perfect.

Laying with your eyes shut and your hair slightly draped over your face, your sleepiness was very evident. Lips slightly parted in your slumber, and your arm placed neatly behind your head, supporting both you and your pillow with your palm.  Mashiho could look at you for hours.

To him, you looked ethereal, but then again, you always looked like a goddess. He viewed you on a pedestal, no matter your insecurities, Mashiho did his best to reassure you that you were by far the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he meant it, every word.

He laid on his side, elbow leaning into the pillow, causing a dip in the soft white fabric as he supported his weight. Palm pressed against his face, he'd been admiring you like this for a good 10 minutes.

Fluttering your eyelashes open, you gazed at Mashiho sleepily. He smiled softly at you, everything about you was perfect, your every breath was music to his ears.

Normally you'd be awake long before him, but you had to cover a shift for your friend last night and didn't get home 'til twelve.

"Hey there," he smiled as he spoke, his voice was soft and a little lower than normal, you could tell he'd recently woken up.

You playfully grumbled, "Stop staring at me it's creepy." You gently batted his face away, adoration evident in his endless smile.

He chuckled and you couldn't help but smile at the sound, the both of you were so madly in love with each other. Your friends constantly complained the two of you would give them cavities if you continued with all the PDA.

And honestly? That was what you loved about Mashiho, no matter what, he did his best to make sure you felt safe, that you knew you were loved. In turn, Mashiho loved that about you too, he loved how you could relax into his touch, how you always accepted his love, even if he thought he could be overbearing at times, the both of you were two halves of a whole. You completed each other.

Looking at him now, with a lovestruck look in your eyes, you knew that.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat upright on your bed. You felt around your bed for your phone, where was it? You looked over at your boyfriend who held the very object you were looking for between his middle and index fingers, twirling it around and smiling at you.

"Give that back you thief," you said, staring at him with wide accusing eyes. Him being, well... Mashiho, just snickered at you.

"Hey, I'm serious, c'mon."

You could've sworn you saw his smile grow, his eyes forming slight crescents as he watched you whine about your phone.

"Anyone else would say thank you," he nodded at your half-awake state, "you forgot to charge your phone last night, so I," he paused, placing his hand, and your phone, against his chest in a dramatic manner, "your amazing boyfriend, charged it for you."

How could he be this dramatic this early in the morning? Regardless, you complied, albeit sarcastically; "Fine, thank you so much Mr. Amazing-boyfriend, now can I have my phone back?"

Mashiho stood up from the bed, placing your phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and walking away from the bed despite your audible protests. "If you want your phone, c'mon." He jerked his head toward the door, he wore his signature grin.

You swore your boyfriend acted like a toddler sometimes, but then again, you signed up for it, and you didn't regret a second of the four years you'd been together, every moment was like a movie with Mashiho, it was the little things he did that made your heart flutter the most.

Like the first time you stayed over at his house and met his mom, she gushed about all the things Mashiho had told her about you; like your dislike of bell peppers because you thought they were too bitter, or how you picked at your thumbnails when you were nervous, which you were doing the moment she had told you that. Besides remembering things, he also showed his affection subconsciously, when you held hands, he gave your palms a reassuring squeeze every now and then simply out of habit. He also offered you his headphones when you were in public, usually playing music from the playlist you two had made together at some point in the first year of your relationship.

God, you loved him, but not when was playing keep-away with your phone. Especially not so early in the morning.

You reluctantly got out of bed, walking up to Mashiho, who still stood in the doorway to your bedroom, his mischievous grin taunting you to come and get your phone from him.

As you neared him, he backed up into the hallway and eventually walked out into the living room of your shared apartment with his back to you as you followed him in pursuit of your phone.

Needless to say, you were amused by your boyfriend but you still wanted your phone back. "Mashihoo," you whined, dragging the last syllable of his name a little longer than usual.

You ended up in the kitchen with him, where he reached inside your fridge, pulling out a small cake with blue frosting and shaky handwritten white icing that spelled out your name. He placed it on the counter and pulled out two small yellow and white striped candles from one of the wooden cabinets. He quickly lit them with the small lighter you kept in the kitchen for the assorted candles you had around your house.

You looked at him with shining eyes, you had completely forgotten about your birthday until this moment. You were so tired from working late last night that you hadn't even had time to have a conversation with your boyfriend, much less worry about your birthday, you just laid down and went straight to sleep.

"Mashiho," you said softly, your smile was more than enough to make his surprise worth it. He would never admit to it, nor would he let you know, but he was up the night you were out working making this cake, it wasn't perfect but he tried, and that made it perfect to you.

"Could you hit the lights, I'm trying to have a moment here"

You chuckled at his joke before turning around and flipping the light switch behind you off, though it didn't make much of a difference in the morning light.

He picked up the platter that he had put his homemade cake on and walked towards you, the two candle flames dancing faintly as he moved forward.

Slowly beginning to sing the same tacky happy birthday song you had heard for years, though it felt different coming from him, you melted at his soft voice. Whenever he sang, his voice sounded so magical. Even now, when he was just singing happy birthday to you, it felt like a private concert with your own special singer; your boyfriend.

After he finished you blew out your candles, you wished for things to always be like this, with him. Having Mashiho meant you already had everything you could ever wish for and more.

You clapped your hands together a few times and looked Mashiho in the eyes, he broke your gaze to set down the cake on your dining table. Turning back to you, he held your hands in his, looking you in your eyes, he pressed a quick peck to your nose, then another to your eyelid, then the other. Kissing all over your face before he finally gave you a proper kiss and hit the light switch on behind you.

"C'mon, you can't expect me to wait for cake."

You frowned as your boyfriend pulled away from you. He sighed, pressing another peck to your lips and casting a side glance at the cake just to the left of you. You chuckled at how cute he was. "All right you big baby, we can eat cake now." You smiled at him as you said that, watching his face twist into one of pure joy.

"Oh! I almost forgot," Mashiho reached into his pocket, "Your gift!"

He pulled out your phone, the very phone you had chased him out here for. Your face contorted into one of indignation as you took back your phone. "Hey!"

You couldn't keep up your facade, even pretending to be mad at him was hard, he was just too cute. He gave you his famous grin and quickly placed another peck on your lips

He was so perfect.

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