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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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A.C.E reacting to Their S/O Listening to Their Music

Summary: How would A.C.E react to walking in on their S/O singing or dancing to their music?

Word Count: 1,233 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Lee Donghun (Donghun); Kim Sehyoon (Wow); Park Junhee (Jun); Kim Byeongkwan; Kang Yuchan (Chan);

Rated: E / Warnings: None / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

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Lee Donghun (Donghun)

He'd get shy when he realizes you're singing one of his songs, especially if it's his part of the song. But he loves it. He gets giggly and happy, and shyly compliments your singing.

Donghun is in bed. It's late, after a tiring day of work for both you and him, so you just want to head to bed. He’s typing something funny to one of his members when suddenly he recognizes your voice drifting out of the bathroom. He recognizes the song easily, especially since he helped write the lyrics, and you're singing his part.

He smiles softly, listening to you singing the soft chorus of 5tar. The fact that you're singing his part makes him blush a bit.

After a while, he slips out of bed and heads over to the bathroom. The door is open, and he leans against the door frame to watch you singing softly as you wash your face in the sink.

As you turn to wipe your face in the towel, you see Donghun out of the corner of your eyes and jump.

"Ah!" You clutch your chest. "My goodness. Donghunnie, you scared me. I didn't realize you were there."

"I'm sorry. I heard you singing and had to come and see."

"Oh, I was singing out loud?" you ask, embarrassed.

"Your voice is really pretty," he mumbles. "With our song."

"Thank you, Donghunnie."

Kim Sehyoon (Wow)

Sehyoon would find it so endearing and cute. You? Dancing or singing to one of his songs? He'd feel so proud and happy, and wouldn't be able to stop smiling. Especially if you were to be singing and dancing in a silly way, he'd be so happy to find you having fun with something he made.

You're supposed to go on a date later tonight with your boyfriend Sehyoon, after he gets home from the studio. Now that he's done with his work, he's so eager to see you after such a long day.

Sehyoon unlocks the door to your apartment. The moment the door opens, he can hear a very familiar song playing at top volume. He almost laughs, able to hear your voice over the song.

"Oh, baby take me higher!" He hears you sing loudly from across the apartment.

The music--with your voice--seems to be coming from your bedroom. Slowly and quietly, Sehyoon walks to the bedroom door and peers inside. He sees you dancing around the room to the music, hairbrush in your hand like a microphone as you sing the lyrics into it. You're trying to do the dance moves, but your inexperience is showing. Still, he finds you cute.

"Everyday, everywhere, everything about you and I!"

"My choice, my life," he mutters. You freeze and turn around, realizing that he's been watching you. He smiles at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. "Hi baby."

Park Junhee (Jun)

He'd be very happy about it. He wouldn't be shy, especially if it's a common thing to find you listening to his group's music, but he'd definitely be very proud to find that you enjoy his music enough to listen to it in your free time.

You wake up early in the morning to cook breakfast for yourself and Junhee. You don't always cook breakfast--you two actually usually make breakfast together--but he was up late last night performing, so you decided to cook alone instead of waking him up early.

You have your phone playing A.C.E's music on shuffle next to you as you make pancakes. You hum along to the song that's playing, dancing and spinning and humming a bit to Clover.

After a bit, you feel a pair of arms loop around your waist, and a chin resting on your shoulder. You hum, feeling Junhee press a kiss to your cheek and nuzzle into your neck.

"Morning," you hum. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did. I was wondering where you went, and then I heard my song playing," he says. "You like it?"

You nod. "Yeah. It's pretty."

"You started making breakfast without me," he says, pouting.

"I wanted you to get a good sleep."

He hums and kisses your jawline. "You should have stayed in bed with me. We could have listened to Clover together."

You giggle. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."

Kim Byeongkwan

Byeongkwan already thinks you're an angel on Earth. And to be reminded that this angel not only chose him to be with, but also listens to and appreciates him and his group's musical talent and skill . . . he's truly honored, and he feels all warm and soft in his heart and he has to shower you in affection.

You're working on some work while sitting on your bed, typing away at your computer while you have A.C.E blasting on your phone next to you. You currently have If You Heard playing, and you hum along, singing to your boyfriend's parts.

You're so caught up in your work and the music that you don't hear Byeongkwan opening the front door. He, however, can year you singing along to his parts, and he smiles softly.

He creeps over to the bedroom door and peers inside. At this point, you're paying more attention to the song than to your work, and you're singing your heart out.

As the song comes to an end, you sense a presence and look up to see Byeongkwan staring lovingly at you from the doorway. You feel your cheeks heat up.

"Byeongkwannie," you say, blinking up at him. He smiles and tackles you onto the bed with a hug, making sure not to hurt your computer as he kisses you on the cheeks several times.

"I love you, baby," he says, nuzzling your nose with his.

"I love you too, baby," you mumble.

Kang Yuchan (Chan)

Chan would get super shy--happy and proud, but still shy--and it would be easy to tell. But he'd still try to pretend it doesn't phase him. He'd get blushy and mumbly a bit, but that's because he's so happy that you like his group's music.

You're watching your boyfriend, Yuchan, practice the dance to Favorite Boys on his own in the mirror. They have a performance tomorrow, and he's extremely worried about doing well, which is why he's still practicing an hour after practice officially ended.

After he's finished, he turns to you and runs his hand through his hair the same song still playing in the background.

"Do you want to head home?" he asks.

"Sure." You push yourself to your feet, and as Yuchan gathers his stuff, you catch yourself in the mirror.

You find yourself imitating the dance as well as you can. You sing along as you follow Yuchan's choreography, focusing so hard in the dance that you don't notice Yuchan staring at you until the song comes to an end, and you notice his eyes on yours in the mirror. Once he notices that you've noticed, his cheeks get all blushy and he looks away.

"What?" you ask, smiling. He shakes his head.

"Nothing." There's a pause. "You know my dance?"

"I watch so many fancams and performances and practices that I kind of . . . accidentally learned some of it, I guess," you say.

"You watch my fancams?"

You walk over to him and cup his cheeks. "All the time, cutie pie." You press a kiss to the tip of his nose, and he giggles shyly.

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reach4themoon · 4 years

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A.C.E Reacts: Their best friend asks them out

Donghun:

He’s a shy but confident boy

Would pretend that he knew it all along

Still treats you the same

But you’re also his princess

The type to split the bill if you try to pay and promises to treat you to a meal later

Junhee:

(I was hoping to find a gif of him getting red after his dad walked in on him during a vlive but it wasn’t there 😔)

A blushing mess

Smiles/laughs through the embarassment

Would probably clarify what you meant cause he’s so surprised

Somehow makes it seem like he asked you out? Then proceeds to tell everyone he asked you out

No one buys into it

Smiling the entire time

Byeongkwan:

He probably asked you out first or at least intended to ask you out first

He’s observant but confident (so he acts cocky but makes sure you’re comfortable and okay)

He would be affectionate with you if you’re comfortable

He probably flirted a lil with you before so when you asked him,,,filters are out the door

Brags to everyone not even 5 minutes after about you asking him out

Sehyoon:

Another one to have you clarify if you meant a date or a hang out

He’s a bit shy when you ask him out cause now he views your relationship differently and has to adjust to the new one

Shy smiles the entire time and unintentionally flirts with you

Happily tells the others and gets advice although its mostly from kwannie

He’d pay for the date but let you take the lead, just happy to be with you

Yuchan:

GIGGLES and then forgets to answer you

Takes you wherever you want but then drags you to places he’s always wanted to

Hugs you the entire time cause he’s so happy (and hyper)

Is willing to let you pay this time (if you offer) but insists he takes you out the very next day to repay you

Doesn’t drastically change how he treats you, just more affectionate with a nickname

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sugaurora · 4 years

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Back Where You Belong

It always hurt to pick up your daughter from her father's home, the memories of your past threatening to spill out each time the door was opened. But inevitably, there had to be a day you would need to go inside. To remember the reasons why you'd left in the first place and hope they were still enough to keep you away.

Group: A.C.E

Pairing: Donghun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,300+

Tags: Divorce

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A single cracked tile drew your attention as you waited in the foyer of the place you formerly called home.

Footsteps echoed down the stairwell. Only one set of footsteps, padded thuds against polished wooden floorboards as Donghun approached the landing above you. He paused briefly at the top of the staircase, gaze falling to where you stood, lips lifting into a cautious smile.

“She says she’s still not finished making her present for you,” he called down, then began his descent. You remained in place, following his movements and fighting the urge to take a step back. Fighting the louder one telling you to take a step forward.

Your eyes were drawn back to the cracked tile instead, surrounded by others of perfect, pristine marbled white. It surprised you that your husband hadn't bothered to have it replaced in the six months you'd been separated. One irregularity allowed to mar the entryway, to announce to all who entered that something was amiss in this place.

Fresh flowers sat in the wide-rimmed vase on the table just beside the front door. The container was similar to the one you'd thrown to the floor all those months ago, your pain and heartache, your frustration giving it enough momentum to spider the tile into three sections.

But Donghun had staff for that, to fix everything in his life around him so that it ran perfect and uninterrupted. Vases. Dinners. Wives.

So then why was the tile unchanged?

He reached the bottom step, the Italian leather soles of his shoes finally touching down atop a perfect white tile, and your eyes were drawn back to him. To the pretty soft pink of his lips, the gentle downward slope in his eyelids that sometimes made his gaze look sad, even when he wasn't.

"She said, 'Can mommy please wait a few more minutes?'," he continued.

“Oh? What exactly is she making?” You wanted to look away, but your traitorous eyes stayed fixed on his face.

He held a finger to his lips. “She said it’s a secret and not to tell,” he whispered, then chuckled softly. Still nervous.

If you were honest with yourself, you missed the sight of him like this. The smooth lines of his body, complimented by his well-tailored suit were dredging up memories. Dark hair, brushed back, framing soft cheeks. That same handsome face that you'd stared down at in shock when he was on his knee in the garden, asking you to be his. Those same delicate, cinnamon eyes that reassured you that you belonged in his life and in his world.

But he had every right to be nervous, rare as this level of face-to-face had become. Since you'd left, you usually waited in the car for Eunbyeol to go inside or come out during the days she visited her father. It was only because she had been so late, apparently insisting on finishing her present for you, that you'd come inside at all.

"Let me get you something to drink while you wait?" he offered.

On unsure feet, you followed him down the grandiose hallway and into the kitchen. You had never cooked in here, Donghun's staff taking even that task away from you. At his direction.

The spotless counters and sleek, polished surfaces felt so void of human touch, the enormous kitchen so different from the one in the modest apartment where you lived with your daughter now. But one thing had changed in the months since you'd been gone. Peppered across the surface of the fridge were your daughter's drawings, your precious little artist spreading them around between both your houses like bits of her identity she needed to leave behind.

You never dared move them from where she left them in your own home. They brought her comfort and, to be truthful, it comforted you as well to see her spirit unfold on each page. Looking at them here, stuck on to the places her tiny hands could reach, they might have served a similar purpose for your husband as well.

"She can't really reach any higher on the fridge," Donghun said, his voice gently interrupting your observation. You saw his gaze following your own to the collection of artwork. "I don't have the heart to move them anywhere else. She puts them where she likes."

“There are more here than at our place," you said. You'd meant for it to just be polite conversation, but the realization hurt. It meant she drew more here, held on to pictures in her little backpack and waited to show them to him.

"Bigger fridge," he hummed, sitting down a glass of water in front of you. You looked around at the grandeur of the space.

"I’m sure she prefers all of this to staying in our tiny apartment anyway. Plenty of space to play, someone to bring her snacks and toys whenever she wants.”

Donghun's hand reached across the counter, fingertips grazing yours. Your own fingers twitched in response, but you didn't pull away. “Y/N, I can move you both into a bigger place. I can get you your own staff-”

“No, please, that’s not what I meant.” You started to draw back your hand, but Donghun held fast, curling his fingers between yours. And your foolish decision to stay there, to let him hold you for another moment sparked courage behind his eyes. His voice stayed soft as he spoke, as though he was afraid you might swim away like a frightened goldfish.

“Let me help you. The accountant says you haven't touched any of our accounts since you left. You won’t let me buy you a more reliable car. You work 70 hours a week and pay through the nose for daycare when you know full well I could have staff caring for her here. And for what?”

You pulled back your fingers then turned away from him. Turned away from the truth of what he was saying. You were proud. And it was probably stupid not to take his help, for Eunbyeol's sake. But you didn't want Donghun’s money to define you, to define your daughter. It had already taken enough away from you.

"I don't need your money," you said, your voice a ghost in the space between you. He was at your side a moment later, in front of you, his hand at your waist, the other circling on your wrist, his touch delicate.

"This isn't about money. This is about us, you. My wife."

You looked away, eyes focusing on nothing.

"I love you, Y/N." The words sliced through your barrier like poison-tipped shards of glass, dragging across your chest and leaving behind an aching burn. And though you thought the desire had been stomped out of you months ago, something inside you folded hearing them again. Why had you even left your car?

“Don’t say those words to me," you whispered. Tried to swallow and find your voice again, the one that wasn't screaming inside. "You don’t know how to love me anymore, Donghun.”

“If you would let me try-”

“How could you try when you were never here?" you bit, trying desperately to dredge up the anger that had sent you out the front door. "Eunbyeol sees you more every weekend than she ever did the four years we lived here with you.”

All he’d ever done was work. Work and ignore you, if that was considered an active hobby. And when he did bother to speak, it was usually some complaint, delivered in his patient tone, but always bubbling with disappointment. For not living up to his standards. For being the flaw in his flawless world. What was love in the face of the elite, up against his need to fit into the society that raised him?

But you didn't come from money the way Donghun did. You'd married him because you loved him. Before you saw what greed and power did to the people around him. How it changed him. How it changed his love.

"Why haven't you fixed the floor out front?" The question burned its way out of you.

If nothing else, he was always hands in, fingers flexing, sending you the messages of his emotions just as much as his face.

"Because it reminds me every day that I need to be a better man than I was." His eyes were twin stones, landing with crushing weight against your chest. But you didn't dare push him away. Not when the smell of him was this close and you'd missed it for so long. Not when his jaw was set with determination, charging the air around you.

“I’m here for our child," he said. "I know I wasn't before, I see it now. That's why I'm trying to fix it, Y/N. And I can be here for you. I can fix this.”

"I'm here to pick up my daughter, Donghun. Not to talk about this."

He leaned away from you an almost imperceptible amount. This time the sadness in his eyes looked full, a pained shimmer glossing over them.

“I can see it in your eyes sometimes, you know? When you put down your guard and let yourself smile or laugh with me. You look at me like you did when we were first married. When we were happy.”

“I remember it sometimes too and I see you through those eyes. And then I remember the rest. We weren’t good for each other.”

He'd slowly let the affection drain out of him. And when he shut down it was cold, hard. Your marriage felt void most of the time, barren.

Except on nights when he would come home, ragged from the day, completely spent on business. When he found solace and comfort in your arms. When his walls were down and he was bare, and he finally resembled the man you'd fallen in love with.

It could only have been one of those nights that Eunbyeol had come to be. After her birth he'd appeared less and less. It was as though his duty to you had been done, and that absence had been enough to make leaving so easy. Was it really even leaving a marriage if only one person was present?

“I failed, once. Why won’t you just let me try again?" His hand was at your cheek, fingers brushing soft against your skin. "I’m not asking you to move here right away or even agree to stay married if it doesn't work. Just let me in. Let me try. Please.”

You shook your head, cursing as the tears broke free from your eyes against your will.

"Y/N, please. Give me a chance." Your fingers splayed across his chest, a war between them. To push him away along with all his past mistakes, the ones that sent you out his door. To pull close the possibility that maybe he could be the man you loved again. Fresh tears fell, landing against your hands, blooming across the fabric of his suit sleeves.

But it was too late. He'd had years to change, years to fix the unhappiness festering within these walls, to remember that before you were his wife, before you became just another financial duty, another obligation, another flaw to be polished, you were just a girl who loved him.

It was too late.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Eunbyeol's voice was high and clear, echoing off the walls of the kitchen.

Donghun pulled away from you and you whipped your head towards the entrance of the kitchen where your daughter stood in her light blue dress and gauzy green tutu, hands gripped around a thick piece of construction paper.

You hurriedly tried to wipe your eyes with your sleeves as Donghun walked over to her side, kneeling down next to her.

“Are you fighting?” she asked and your heart broke, a gasping sniffle escaping from your chest. You tried your best to collect yourself.

“No, honey, no. Daddy was tickling me so hard, it made my eyes water.” You tried to laugh, but it came out strange, like an uncomfortable wheeze.

"What did you draw, sweetie? Go show mommy what you made for her."

Eunbyeol ran to your side, the little pouch of crayons she kept slung across her hip bouncing against the side of her tutu as she ran. She held up her paper to you and you knelt down to take it.

She had made another drawing covered in stickers and glitter, centered around the three of you: "Mommy" and "Daddy" labels above you and Donghun, and your beautiful daughter, green tutu on even in her artwork, standing between you both.

“Oh, Eunbyeol, it’s lovely. You did such a good job. Do you want to hang it on the fridge when we get home?”

“This is home, Mommy, and I want to put it here," she said with a quiet pout. Shards of ice shot through your chest. "When can we come back here for good? I want to see Daddy every day. And he has a pool!”

You wiped the back of your hand against your cheek again, as though new tears were already falling. “Mommy can’t see Daddy every day, sweetheart. That would make Mommy sad.”

Eunbyeol lowered her head, kicking at the floor in defeat. “Daddy is sad that he can’t see you every day.” She looked up at you, the curve of her eyes looking just like her father's. Sad, as though she too were already close to tears.

“I guess we’re a sad family, huh?”

"Honey..."

Suddenly she snatched the drawing from your hands, dropping to her knees and placing the paper on the floor in front of her carefully. She opened her little pouch of crayons, pulling one out while Donghun walked up behind her, both of you looking on in silence.

And with her black crayon, Eunbyeol made her final edit to your gift: a large, drooping frown for each of you, the biggest drawn on her little face in the middle.

#ace fanfic #a.c.e fanfic #donghun fanfic #lee donghun fanfic #a.c.e angst #ace angst #lee donghun angst #donghun angst

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honeydh · 4 years

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[00:49] A downpour pounded the pavement, unforgiving. Rain had always been something calming, but now it reflected how your heart was, how it had been for weeks ever since your breakup. You tried to stay strong, knowing that breaking off the two years long relationship was for the best. But knowing it in your brain was different than convincing your heart.

Today wasn’t any special day in particular, but it felt like it. Your heart yearned for him. You missed him. His touch. His laugh. You hadn’t done much laughing lately. And so you had let your friend persuade you into a couple drinks, but then a couple glasses turned into a couple bottles, and you found yourself wandering the streets after your friend passed out for the night. It started raining soon after.

The hood you pulled over your head did little to keep you from getting soaked, shivering and shaking seconds after. Where you were going, you had no idea. And then your head cleared enough for you to recognize the buildings you trudged past, and yet you didn’t keep yourself from stopping in front of his building.

The lights of the lobby were still on despite the late hour. The awning offering protection from the skies was just a couple feet away, but you remained standing on the sidewalk, sobering up more and more as the freezing drops washed through your clothed body, chilling you to the core.

You knew he would be upstairs, safe and warm in his bed, and yet you stayed, a small, distant part of yourself hoping you’d get to see him again. Hear his voice again.

How long you stood there, you weren’t sure. The occasional straggler passed by, either with or without an umbrella. Few spared you a glance. Finally, you turned away to go back home, wrapping your arms around yourself.

A pair of eyes met yours from under an umbrella. You didn’t think about the mess you looked, nor if you’d seem crazy for standing outside his apartment for god knows how long. You didn’t think at all, mind blanking the moment you recognized the face you’d woken up to countless times. The eyes you’d stared into every chance you got, the lips that you kissed and that worshipped you.

Donghun shifting his stance shook you from your stupor. In his hand, a bag from a convenience store.

Your mouth moved on it’s own, asking the question you wondered on the nights you cried yourself to sleep. “How have you been?”

“Me? How have I been?” Donghun questioned, unbelieving. “What are you doing out here, at one am, in the pouring rain?” You flinched at the angry tone in his voice.

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully, ignoring the ache in your chest. “I’ll be going now. Have a good night.” You tore your eyes away from Donghun’s face to brush past him, your feet much stronger than your heart.

His hand shot out to wrap around your arm- a scorching contrast to the frozen skin under your sleeves- pulling you under the umbrella. Your eyes automatically trained down to his hand; your body had craved his touch much more than you thought.

Noticing the focus of your gaze, Donghun released his grip on you. You stifled a whimper.

“Here, take the umbrella. Don’t worry about returning it, I have another one,” effectively cutting off any excuse you’d have of seeing him again.

From his words, Donghun was done talking.

But he remained under the umbrella with you, yearning to say the words he was afraid to: I still love you. I know you do too. But then he took a step out, and turned his back. It was for the best.

#idk what this is. and it sucks. but I wanted angst #hny.tag #a.c.e #donghun #lee donghun #donghun x reader #a.c.e x reader #ace #donghun angst #donghun timestamps #donghun fanfic #a.c.e timestamps #a.c.e angst #a.c.e fanfic #lee donghun x reader #lee donghun angst

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luckyhyuki · 9 months

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Sleepy Little Towns In San Mateo

SLEEPY LITTLE TOWNS IN SAN MATEO BY ORPHAN_ACCOUNT

SITE: AO3 PAIRING: PARK JUNHEE X LEE DONGHUN

RATING: TEEN AND UP WORD COUNT: 44K

““How much is it for the vanilla balls?”

“The what now?”

(Donghun is a simple baker living in a small town. He has his friends, his bread, and his cacti. Junhee is a simple father who moves to said small town. He has his daughter, his dignity, and not much else. Lots of gossip and bread rolls are spread around.)”

#10k-50k #fanfic #a.c.e 10k-50k #a.c.e #junhee #donghun

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killjoy-loveit · 4 years

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A Photographic Confession

Request (@smut-wars): Donghun, friends to lovers au for the genre and Blissful and Seductive 😉

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. As always, the links for my masterlists will be in the notes. I had fun writing this one, imo it’s super adorable. This was written as part of my mystery request game (you can choose the member if you really want to, there’s just no element of surprise that way lol)!

Word Count: 1,098

Genre: Friends to Lovers AU, Angst (not too sure if it’s angsty, but just in case), Fluff, & Comedy

***WARNING: There’s like one cuss word near the end, that’s all***

“I swear, on my love of all things Mario, that if you even get close to me with that thing, I will smack you all the way into next week. Don’t test me.” For the first words out of your mouth the entire day, it seemed pretty fitting that they were threatening. Not only were you dragged out of your warm bed far too early in the morning, but you were also in a terrible mood. Let’s just say that someone, your roommate, stayed up late blasting ‘80s tunes, which resulted in a lack of sleep on your end. Thus, the grouch monster you kept hidden away, for the most part, made its presence known when Donghun had shown up to drag you out.

Donghun just raised a brow at your threat. It made sense, you’d never been very good at following through on your threats with him. “I highly doubt that,” He scoffed. “Besides, since when has your love of Mario ever outshone your love for Toad? If you truly wanted to threaten me, you would’ve used Toad.”

To say the look you gave him was scorching would be an understatement, it would fit best under the ‘if looks could kill’ category. With a sigh, Donghun dropped the feathered pillow back onto the display couch.

“Why do you hate pillows like that so much anyway?” He questioned, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

You purse your lips. “I had a bad experience with them when I was a kid… My dog tore one up and ate some of the feathers. Seeing a dog vomit feathers is not a good memory.”

Donghun made a sound of disgust, nodding in agreeance. “Understandable.”

The two of you wandered around the home goods store for a while, the conversation taking a light-hearted turn. Donghun had brought you with him because he “didn’t know what would fit” in his new apartment. Seriously. He was using you like a free interior designer. Though, he did promise to buy lunch and your favorite ice cream. It was an acceptable deal- you get food, and you get to help choose his decorations. A win-win sort of thing, especially since you knew you’d be spending a lot of your time at his place. Your roommate was annoying, put simply.

Halfway through the aisle of lamps, someone called out to you. “Excuse me?”

Turning on your heel, Donghun’s arm falls from your shoulder. “Yes?”

“I have a question, or rather a request?” A woman asked, her voice quiet. She didn’t wait for a response before soldiering on, no matter how nervous she seemed. “Could I take some photos of you guys? You’re a really cute couple, and I would love to feature you on my channel.”

You blinked at her slowly. A couple? Donghun, and you? What an absurd idea. “I’m sorry, we aren’t—” You started.

“Sure, we don’t mind.” He replied before looking at you. “Do we, baby?”

As if him agreeing wasn’t shocking enough, he had to go and call you ‘baby’? You just stared at him, wide-eyed, mouth parted slightly. The sheer audacity of this man.

“Awesome!” The woman beamed. “I’m Dia, by the way.”

She directed you two to one of the couches on display. “Relax,” She kept saying. But how were you meant to relax when a stranger was taking photos of you? Then she instructed you to look into each other’s eyes, which made you feel all the more awkward. Donghun’s eyes were burning into yours, an emotion you couldn’t quite place, making its home there. His stare was too intense, your cheeks were aflame as you glanced away from him, a nervous smile on your face. All the while, the camera shutter clicked in rapid-fire succession.

You thought that Dia might be done with how many times you’d heard the click of her camera, but that wasn’t the case. The photographer asked you to go to the gardening section of the store for a different setting. A small part of you wanted to object, but another part wanted to see where this would go. So, you followed her, and let her direct you two in front of a section of greenery. Donghun’s arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you close enough to rest his head on top of yours. You wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was beating. The thunderous sound was all you could hear.

Then you heard a question that made you do a double-take. “Would you guys mind if I took a few photos of you kissing? Nothing major, just a little peck.”

You jerked your head back, looking at Donghun. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that the way his eyes lowered was seductive, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Alright.” His reply caught you off guard. What on Earth was going on in his head right now? Was he just trying to mess with you?

“Great! Now, this should be light, serene, almost blissful. Nothing fierce.”

Dia counted down. Three, his face was getting closer to yours. Two, you could feel his breath. One, your eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed against yours gently. Was this what it felt like to have your heart go into a frenzy? Like it’s going to explode purely because there’s no humanly way for it to beat any faster than it already is?

“Perfect,” Dia exclaimed. “Let me give you guys my social media and email so that I can share the photos with you when they come out of editing.”

You stood there, frozen in place, as Donghun got her information and bid her goodbye. It was only once he was facing you again, and Dia had disappeared into the store, that your mind unpaused. A million thoughts flooded your head, the main one being: why? What the hell was going through his mind to agree to any of that? And you asked him just that, voice raised, wobbling uncharacteristically.

He shrugged, a playful look on his face. “I had no problem with it.”

“Why didn’t you? We aren’t a couple.” You muttered, crossing your arms.

“But we could be,” Donghun says softly, taking a step closer to you.

“I know it’s— Wait. What?”

“We could be a couple if you wanted.”

Blinking wide-eyed at him, you stammer nonsense, trying to formulate a response, heart pounding in your chest. Heat rises to your cheeks. Was he saying what you think he was saying? “You- want… With me?”

He thunks a finger on your nose. “Yes, you adorably dense human.”

“O-okay.”

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kpophours · 4 years

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[4.20pm] Strolling across the entrance hall, you can’t help but smile at the familiar surroundings. You really love the aquarium and it will always hold a special place in your heart - because right here, a little over three years ago, you and Donghun had met up for your first date - the first of many more to come. You still remember everything about that fateful day: you had watched the countless of colorful, shimmering fishes swim inside the big water tanks surrounding you, marveled at the elegant manta rays floating through the waters and gushed at the cute seahorses swirling around one another. You also remember your big smile and how fast your heart had began to pound when Donghun had taken your hand into his while you looked at the penguins. You sigh dreamily, lost in memory, and look up and into one of the big water tanks above you. “What’s there to sigh about, my love?”, your boyfriend and fellow aquarium enthusiast asks you, fingers trailing a soft path down your arm, before he gently grabs your hand, warm fingers closing around your slightly colder ones. “Oh, just thinking about our first date.”, you answer, smiling up at him and he answers it just as softly. “God, I was so nervous.”, he admits and you chuckle. “Likewise. I almost blacked out when you asked me how I was doing.” Donghun laughs. “Yes, I still remember that very clearly. You simply stared at me and didn’t utter a single word. I was about to call Junhee and curse him for setting me up on this blind date, but then you finally gathered your wits and gave me an answer.” You groan at the embarrassing memory, quickly tugging at his hand to pull him with you. “Okay okay, let’s just forget that particular moment and go visit the penguins next.” He simply smirks at you, dark eyes twinkling in the fluorescent lights of the tanks. There’s a secret corner with an amazing view into the penguin compound and this time, you’re all alone in the small space. You break into a triumphant smile, when you spot a penguin standing directly behind the glass wall in front of you. “Look!”, you gush excitedly, crouching down to be at eye level with the small animal. Donghun behind you chuckles at your excitement. “They really look like mini-butlers.”, you murmur, smiling happily and ignoring your boyfriend’s amused snort. You stand up again and turn around to face him, but now it’s his turn to crouch down - no, wait. He… kneels down? Your brain needs a few seconds to comprehend what’s happening. Only when you see Donghun pull out a small, black box, are you certain you’re not hallucinating. His lips twitch when he sees your flabbergasted expression and when he takes your hand into his, softly kissing the back of it, your eyes immediately begin to fill with tears. “Y/N,”, he begins and you barely manage to stifle a sob, “A bit over three years ago in exactly this place, I met the love of my life. Since then, you have filled my life with endless love, warmth and laughter and I will forever remain grateful that we have found each another. So, I ask you here and now, where everything began - would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Now, you can’t stifle the sob anymore and simply nod, tears streaming down your cheeks. Donghun breaks into his breathtaking smile and slips the beautiful engagement ring on your finger, a relieved expression crossing his face. Then, he stands up and pulls you into a warm hug. “Can we have penguins as mini-butlers for our wedding?”, you finally manage to say, voice still wobbly, and your boyfriend - no, fiancé laughs and kisses your tear streaked cheeks and then - finally - your trembling lips. “Anything for you, my love.

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sea0726 · 9 months

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femdomlieeh · 3 years

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Pulling them into your lap in front of friends

Subby!A.C.E x Dom!Reader

WARNING—pda ✧ (playful) teasing ✧ titles/ pet names

NOW PLAYING—Best of My Love ✧ The Emotions

[A/N.] only fluff this month lmao

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𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆 (𝑗𝑢𝑛)

Junhee would be so embarrassed and proud at once. Embarrassed at the sudden act of affection in front of other people and proud at the courage you had. His natural instinct would be to become visibly flustered at the exposure, but at the same time love the attention from you. The fact that his girlfriend pulls him into her lap would make him feel like she's proud of being with him, and wants to show him off. It'd feel like it was your way of showing others that he's yours and that you love it. Prince wouldn't mind it at all, although he'd most likely get teased by his friends — he's already used to being teased by his members all the time so it isn't something foreign to him. This is a thing he'd love to get teased about. Sitting on Mommy's lap would be like sitting on his throne. Only Prince Junhee belongs there.

His face became red and his smile widened when you pulled him into your lap in front of his friends and their salads.

The moment you whispered Babyboy — one of his favorite nicknames — in his ear he hid his face in your neck, embarrassed and warm.

“Mommy, please~” he pleaded in a sweet, small voice.

“Please what?”

He whined aloud, not sure what he actually wanted, and hid his face in your neck as a bad attempt to cover up his shyness.

In the future, he'll still act flustered with showing affection in front of friends, but in reality he loves doing it. Both claiming you him and his friends witnessing it will make him thrilled. Call him Babyboy in front of others all you want, he'll be giggly and proud that you show that he's yours.

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𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒏

Donghun would feel confident and immediately get cocky. Your move is to him a validation that you want him close to you and want to keep him there. And when it's for other people to see he knows that you're proud of being with him. With a bigger ego he'd say something to push it further, like calling you Mommy to see if you'll go as far as calling him Babyboy. If you don't he might get a little disappointed, but continue calling you Mommy until you give him what he wants. So when you do call him that, his satisfaction would be clearly evident in both his expression and actions as he smirks and gets touchier than before and addresses you as Mommy only. He'd be cute and soft the whole day to emphasize that he likes it.

“Mommy,” he said out loud shamelessly on your lap.

“Yes, Babyboy?”

“Nothing,” he giggled, only wanting to hear you call him that, and kissed your cheek right in front of everyone.

Whenever he feels like it he'll straddle you, so he can hug you at the same time as he gives you affectionate kisses here and there, and then just rest his head on your shoulder, while you're facing either the TV or some familiar, embarrassed faces. The way he just makes his way towards you and plumps his butt on your lap with no care in the world will never fail to be mesmerizing. He's such a Mommy's Babyboy. But a savage one. Whispers of your name will be heard by you and only you, just to get you in your feelings in front of others without them knowing at all. You got his full attention and he's got yours.

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𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝑤𝑜𝑤)

Sehyoon's heart would skip a beat and his smile would make an appearance. This was the type of relationship he's always wanted so this would be a huge step of you for him. The way he views you would be completely different from before. In a good way. He would show his appreciation in a casual way to not make it seem like it's a big deal, even though it is for him, since he wants it to become a habit rather than a once-in-while type of thing. Although his actions might come off as a little cold this Angel would be blushing on the inside the entire time.

“Babyboy,” you put your hands on his muscular thighs as he was sitting on yours.

He smiled without looking at you, to not show his glee.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied softly and put his head on your chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Mommy.”

He'll call you Mommy in front of his friends and sit on you whenever you pull him into your lap, or ask him to sit there, because he's a good boy and he listens to your every command. Mommy knows best. Having the courage to initiate the cozy intimacy will be rare for this Angel as he wouldn't want to come off as too clingy. And he'll want to see how often you want it. Although he might not sit on your lap without you asking him to he'll still think it's one of his favorite things to do with you. If he ever does it in front of others out of the blue it's either because he's jealous and wants to mark his territory or because you've done it so many times that he finally feels comfortable to take the first step.

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𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒏

Byeongkwan would love it. No doubt. This is something he's wanted to do since before your relationship even began. Affection is — according to him — one of the best parts of a relationship, and so if his girlfriend isn't afraid of displaying it in public he'd feel relieved that you're both on the same page on the matter. He's a very loving guy and would want his partner to reciprocate what he gives. This action in particular is one that he likes a little bit more, since it feels safe and cozy. And when you add his nickname into the mix you have a soft Babyboy. He'd act all lovey-dovey and call you Mommy any chance he got. If he touches you more it's because he's happy with you and just wants to feel you.

You pulled him onto your thighs and left your hands on his, “My Babyboy.”

He comfortably rested his head in your neck with a joyful pout, “My Mommy.”

After a few minutes he might be snoring.

When you're casually sitting by yourself he'll come and change it. He'll sit on your lap more often than actual couches if you guys have company. His friends'll say something along the lines of 'There's legit two empty seats left' and he'll just shrug and ignore the dumb proposition. Of course he'll sit on you instead of a soft mattress clad in fabric. Mommy's thighs are softer. And the atmosphere between you is the softest you can possibly have when you're doing PDA in front of a group of friends. If you don't call him Babyboy he'll sulk and not answer until you address him correctly. If he's feeling extra he'll even ignore you. 'Has anyone seen my Mommy?'

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𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 (𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛)

Yuchan would be so shy and cute a kitten would get jealous. His face would be blushing instantaneously and his smile would be on display in a split second. You'd be able to see in his eyes how much he likes it — which is a lot. His heart would flutter in love and he wouldn't be able to hide it. Babyboy probably didn't expect such an action in front of his friends and certainly not his title either. But showing everyone you're together would only make him cheerful and thankful for being with you. The blush'd never leave his face and neither would the smile. If his friends tease him about his shy antics he'd only use that as an excuse to hide in your chest or neck, and maybe stay there.

“Mommyyyyy, what are you doing to me?” he whined cutely so only you could hear, both happy and embarrassed.

“What do you mean, Babyboy?”

His face brightened up and he hid it in his hands, giggling to himself.

“Stop~” he blushed and hid in your safe embrace.

Soon he'd start sitting on your lap without you asking him or telling him to. More than less when you're alone, because it makes him feel adorable and loved. This fluffy boy will just randomly sit on your lap and give a quick peck on your skin, because he wants one in return. If you continue calling him Babyboy in front of his friends you'll probably notice how it lightens his face, since it's hard to not spot Chanshine. He will start initiating all types of intimate acts he can think of and get more comfortable with talking about you to other people. His happiness will grow in the process.

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❝ My life has a better meaning

Love has kissed me in a beautiful way ❞

—wanda hutchinson; 1977

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