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deepdickdaniel · 7 years

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Masterlist (UPDATED 5-2-18)

ask box is open! (believe it or not, i am NOT a porn blog, thank you lmao)

Kang Daniel

* = part of Daniel Week 2017 (a.k.a my birthday week)

Soulmate!AU

Hair (fluff)

Taste (fluff)

Flower Shop - (fluff) while shopping for flowers to give to your favorite professor as a going away present, you see the most unlikely character preparing the bouquet.

Rival - (fluff) in which you gradually fall for the boy you’ve been competing with since middle school.

Different Kisses - (slightly nsfw) how would different kisses with daniel be?

Pokemon Go - (fluff) pokemon go’s still popular and to kill time, you decide to try playing it - you didn’t expect that you’d catch more than just pokemon.

Doormat - (fluff) you’re tired of seeing the school’s sweetheart, kang daniel, get taken advantage of.

Hiking - (fluff) it’s your first time hiking and daniel accompanies you.

Vanish - (angst) a few cruel, drunken words are all it takes to make you disappear.

Reappear - (angst/fluff)* the sequel to Vanish; love is all it takes to help daniel bring you back.

Gift - (angsty-ish/fluff)* daniel forgets that it’s your birthday but does his best to arrive to spend the last few hours of it with you.

Study Buddies - (fluff)* what would it be like to study with daniel?

Host Club - (fluff)* your friends may have dragged you to a host club, but you can’t help but go back on your own.

Skin & Bones - (angst/fluff)* you remind daniel that he doesn’t need to lose weight to be perfect.

Attraction - (fluff)* you move into a new apartment complex. daniel’s your neighbor who owns the cats that always seem to find their way into your home…and your heart.

Happy Birthday, Daniel! - (fluff) it’s daniel’s birthday but he’s nowhere to be found.

Fantasies - (angst) you lost your grip on reality the moment fantasies became too inviting.

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#10* - “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Reactions

How would Daniel react to find out you have pretty big tattoos (sternum, etc.)?

Bae Jinyoung

Oblivious - (fluff/slight crack) you take too long to notice that jinyoung likes you so he takes matters into his own hands.

Ha Sungwoon

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#9 - “I saved a piece for you.”

Hwang Minhyun

Different Kisses - (slightly nsfw) how would different kisses with minhyun be?

Host Club - (fluff) you don’t really know how you ended up at your school’s host club…but the second you see hwang minhyun, you know that there has to be a reason.

Asymptote - (angst/soulmate!au) no one ever said you had to end up with your soulmate.

Soulmate!AU

Touch (slight angst/fluff)

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#3 - “No, no, it’s my treat.”

#16 - “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Kim Jaehwan

Host Club - (fluff) you’re having a bad day when you suddenly see an advertisement for your school’s host club.

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#7 - “I dreamt about you last night.”

Lai Guanlin

Morning Daze - (fluff) ever wanted to experience lazy morning fluff with a sleepy guanlin…on your birthday?

Different Kisses - how would different kisses with guanlin be?

Soulmate!AU

Switch (fluff)

Lee Daehwi

Asymptote - (angst/hanahaki!soulmate!au) no one ever said you had to end up with your soulmate.

Different Kisses - how would different kisses with daehwi be?

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#2 - “It reminded me of you.”

Ong Seongwu

Comedian - (fluff/slight angst) you’re a theatre major cursed with ong as a classmate - safe to say that you don’t like him and his annoying desire to be funny all the time. as fate would have it, you get paired with him for a project and discover that he’s more than just a comedian.

Different Kisses - (slightly nsfw) how would different kisses with seongwu be?

We Got Married - (fluff) you somehow end up on a fan-dedicated season of we got married…but not with your bias.

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#1 - “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”

Park Jihoon

Different Kisses - how would different kisses with jihoon be?

Reunited - (angst/fluff) you and jihoon broke up months ago, but that hasn’t stopped your friendship…or your feelings for one another.

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#22 - “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

Park Woojin

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#5 - “I’ll walk you home.“

Yoon Jisung

Host Club - (fluff) you go visit the host club to support your acquaintance, but your blossoming friendship soon turns into something more.

Soulmate!AU

Handwriting (fluff/slight angst)

100 Ways to Say “I Love You”

#4 - “Come here. Let me fix it.”

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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it's all gucci,baby; p.j.h

a/n; very much inspired by @stormae ‘s Gold Leaf to write this, special shoutout to my friends and @jjeehoon and @markleetrashh for helping me through my writers’ block:”)) i hope you guys enjoy it:))

starting line: “I don’t know what you’re talking about, can you not act like a dick for a second?”

synopsis: inspired by quite a few sources, School 2017, The Inheritors and Gold Leaf by stormae, where jihoon’s the hottest chaebol of Seoyul High, a school for only the aristocrats and extremely wealthy. you, the daughter of the managing director of a broadcasting company, are on good connections with everyone, except jihoon.

warnings: mild language,, special appearance of older brother!rowoon,, except a few spoilers from various scenes of School 2017 and The Inheritors

genre: fluff, earpick of angst

“Make connections, not friends, because those people are bound to betray you one day.” Your father reminded you, before your first day in Seoyul high.

The world was a cruel place, he said, Never trust anyone, unless they open up their vulnerable side first. Unfortunately, in Seoyul high, no one ever did easily. They were too busy comparing their limited edition designer bags, sneakers, shoes, vacation getaway, or even cars. No one ever made friends. They made connections.

Now, the fine line between friends and connections is what made life in Seoyul High a nasty place to be at. With connections, you’re wary of each other, always walking a fine line, you could get bullied with the snap of your fingers, just because you said something the tiniest bit offensive.

Friends definitely don’t do that. They stand by you through thick and thin, for better or worse.

So far, you have made it through the first half of the last school year making lots of connections, and a few genuine friends. Your connections were constantly begging you to get them backstage passes to music shows to catch a glimpse or if they’re lucky, an autograph from their favourite idol. Of course, you initially denied, until they offered something in exchange. Like, a shopping spree at Sephora, or a staycation in Fiji. Not like it would break their bank anyway.

You were nominated by your teacher to be part of the exemplary student council of Seoyul High, which you were grateful for. At least, because the student councils are actually genuine, contary to popular belief.

Your few friends were part of the student council as well, but they were from other less-stuck-up classes. Your class, 4-1, consisted of the richest chaebols in your year. In addition, the class with elite students with exemplary results. Not forgetting strong connections with the people everyone wanted to be “friends” with.

The student councils in school had duties, such as keeping the conduct of the students to even help organise events for any special occasion. You cursed your impeccable luck as you were dispatched to a new duty called ‘fruit duty’, which was to simply make sure students take their fruits after buying their set lunch. It was redundant, you thought, but no one could go against the school honestly, no one wants to be at a risk of being expelled.

Everyone obediently took their fruits, which you were thankful for. It made your job so much easier, except for one student.

Park Jihoon.

Your classmate, and also seatmate. Jihoon was the son of the CEO of a chain of luxury hotels across the world, which earned him holiday trips during every school break. You had to give him the merit of being one of the better looking guys in Seoyul, with girls at his every step willing to throw themselves at his feet. However, he was cold to anyone and everyone, who barely smiled in school, except around his group of 11, in which they called themselves Wanna One.

Since the first day of school, Jihoon seemed to hate your guts for no apparent reason. Even though his father and and your father were on good business and personal terms, the both of you don’t seem to see eye-to-eye with each other. “You guys make a perfect couple” was what you often heard at dinners with Mr Park and his family. You and Jihoon would politely agree, but once the both of you were out of the suffocating dinner for “some bonding time and fresh air”, the fantasy of the Parks and your family were shattered, you and Jihoon would scoff at each other.

You were friends with one of the members, Daehwi. He was one of the more friendlier members, who are genuine to his friends. You and Daehwi had met at your father’s broadcasting station as he had to look over the clothing his father’s company sponsored for a recording. He was nice, charming and caring, unlike Jihoon.

You couldn’t exactly figure out why Jihoon would just not follow the damn school rules(not like he would get punished for it anyways, with him whipping out his father’s hotel card) and make the lives of the student councillors much easier. Strangely, he only decides to go against the rules whenever you’re around, just to get on your nerves.

“Park jihoon,” You sighed, today, Jihoon did not take his fruit yet again, “Will it hurt you to just lift your precious hand to take the damn fruit?”

Jihoon stopped in his tracks, stepped beside you and smirked, “Yes, Y/N, indeed, the Rolex on my wrist is stopping me from doing so.”

“I’ll have to issue you demerit points for not complying with a student councillor’s instruction, no?” You raised your brow, taking out your mobile phone.

Before you could even unlock your phone, Jihoon flicked your phone out of your grasp, and caught it behind your back.

“Y-yah!” You frowned as Jihoon waved your mobile phone above his head, “Give it back!”

“Why would I?” Jihoon teased, with that innocent smile planted on his pink lips, as his face inched closer to yours, “You would tarnish my perfect record, sweetheart.”

Your heart started to beat wildly at the proximity of your faces, you couldn’t deny that Jihoon was cute, to say the least. But being such a jerk wouldn’t make up for his pretty little face. It just made him ugly, a total turn off. Sometimes you wondered why girls still fall for him despite his shitty attitude towards people.

You snatched your phone from his grasp, as you scoffed and stomped away, glad that your shift ended. As Jihoon watched your silhouette storm out of the cafeteria, he shook his head, “She’s so nice to mess with.”

Most people would hire personal tutors for last minute mugging of tests, then score with flying colours. But some people would actually study on their own, using their own brains and legitimate smarts to get their desired grades.

People had different studying methods. Some use flash cards, some practice, and some make notes. You and Jihoon just so happened to be the ones who study best doing notes, and also the only ones in 4-1 to actually use their own smarts.

You never knew Jihoon cared about his grades that much, until later today.

While you were blasting music in your ears, writing your geography notes, an angry Jihoon stormed towards you, ripping out your earpods out of your ears.

“What?” You scowled, annoyed that someone would rudely interrupt your rare study time in school.

“Is this your way of getting back at me?” Jihoon seethed with anger, face red with rage.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, can you not act like a dick for a second?” You barked, focusing back on your notes.

“Look sweetheart,” Jihoon sighed, “I don’t know what grudge you have against me–”

“Hey, you were the one who acted all mean to me first, Park Jihoon,” You pointed, “Let’s not push blames now, shall we?”

At this point of time, your classmates were watching the whole saga unfold, gossiping amongst themselves.

“I want all of you to get out of this classroom right now,” Jihoon growled, but no one moved, “out, NOW!”

With that, the students filed out of the classroom, only leaving you and Jihoon alone.

“Now, Miss Y/N,” Jihoon’s lips smiled a tight line, “I don’t really know what I have done to offend you–”

“Your existence is a mere offence to this world,” You retorted, “Cut to the chase, Park.”

Jihoon was slightly taken aback by your comeback, he then straightened his uniform, “I came back to realise that my chemistry notes were gone while i was eating. And I was making an educated guess on who on earth will steal my notes.”

“Your guess isn’t educated at all, Park Jihoon,” You hissed, “Why on earth will I steal your shitty notes when I can do them myself?”

“Then give the notes to me!” Jihoon fumed, “I’ll tell Woojin you like him if you don’t give me back my notes.”

You rolled your eyes, as you stuck your hand beneath his table, and fished out his precious chemistry notes and threw it on his table.

“Your childish coerce won’t get you anywhere babe,” You mimicked Jihoon, “And your brain’s too small to remember you actually kept them there after Chemistry.”

Jihoon was certainly flustered, as he whimpered “I’ll still tell Woojin you like him.”

“How do you know I like him and not you?” You chided, soon regretting your words.

“You what?”

“You’re a dick.” You stood up abruptly, pushing Jihoon with your shoulder intentionally as you walked out of the classroom, face bright beetroot red.

After the whole notes drama with Jihoon, the whole school seemed to sense the choking tension between the both of you, and also unanimous shipping of the both of you. Not because of a company rivalry, but more of a personal rivalry.

You couldn’t believe your own mouth acted faster than your brain, you confessed to your arch nemesis. You realised your deep feelings for Park Jihoon, the one that you’ve been bickering with for the past 4 years.

“I can’t believe I said that to that twit,” You folded your arms in annoyance, as your brother chuckled.

“You’re just blind, sister.” Rowoon kept his eyes on the road, as he commented.

“How am I blind? He’s cute, I admit that, but he’s so rude.”

“Jihoon isn’t bad, honestly,” Rowoon reasoned out, “He’s a nice kid.”

“Why do all of you all keep siding Park Jihoon?” You replied in exasperation, “He’s a spoilt brat that only knows how to use his face to get through anything.”

“Woah sis, i see that you’re jealous,” Rowoon teased, as the car pulled up in front of your dance studio, “Have fun at ballet!”

“Yeah yeah, I will,” You scowled, waving goodbye to your brother as his shiny black Maserati drove off into the distance.

“Y/N, what’s up with the black face? You would totally suit the black swan role right now.” Your friend pinched your cheeks as she cooed.

“Just some stupid jerk who made me annoyed in school,” You rolled your eyes, “When is the audition for Swan Lake? Count me in as the black swan.”

“Apparently its today…” You friend tapped her finger on her chin, “Oh! The little kids are joining us for the audition too.”

Soon enough, you hear excited chatters from the studio, as little girls with pink leotards and pink wrap skirts filed out the the studio, greeting the senior dancers with innocent smiles on their faces.

“Unnie!” One of the girls with big brown eyes greeted you, “I’m chosen as the small black swan! Teacher Kim told me you’re the big black swan, and she wants to see you dance!”

“Really? Your heart melted as you took her hand, “Let’s go in then.”

She dragged you excitedly into the studio, which was filled with parents of the little ballerinas. They were all dressed in designer clothing, a few pieces from Gucci and Chanel you recognised. There was a young boy that stood out though, in a pink Ralph Lauren polo tee with black ripped jeans, compete with Alexander McQueen sneakers.

Park Jihoon.

You were pleasantly surprised to see him at a prestigious ballet studio. You knew he was good at dancing, but not expecting him to watch a ballet that would definitely bore him to sleep.

The little girl that greeted you earlier, ran towards Jihoon with open arms as Jihoon greeted her with a smile and hugged her back. You guessed she was his sister, as he ruffled her hair affectionately as he passed her some water to drink from her sippy water bottle.

You looked away, not wanting him to recognise you in your leotard, stiff tutu and hard pointes.

“Alright ladies,” Your teacher began as she clapped her hands, “As we can see here, parents of the baby ballet class will be observing our audition for the Swan Lake recital in December, do remember to keep your posture and give your best. Good luck!”

You were more nervous than you were before you saw Jihoon, you were more determined to do better in the audition than you were as well. As you put on your Freed pointes, you felt a tap on your shoulders, as you turned your head, it was Jihoon.

“Good luck for the audition later, I heard from Jihyun that you’re really good.” Jihoon smiled, which you could tell was genuine.

“I don’t expect to see you here, Park Jihoon, I thought you were more into popping than ballet.” You shrugged, tying the ribbons of the pointes, “But thank you though, I really want that black swan role.”

“You’ll get it, I’m sure of it.”

“Woah, what is this? Park Jihoon being nice? I’m not used to it.” You teased, as he pouted.

“At least I’m not doing this,” Jihoon closed the space between the both of you, lips almost touching, “that’s rude, right?”

“Y-yes, super rude,” You stuttered, pushing Jihoon away from you as you pulled up your tutu, “Now get lost, I need to warm up.”

Jihoon could only smile to himself, “That was heart-throbbing.”

In the end, under Jihoon’s “observation”, you clinched the role of the black swan, the judges impressed with your facial expressions and strong techniques.

You could feel Jihoon’s eyes pinned on you as you performed a series of fouettes, a very difficult mastery the black swan had to perform. You nailed, the fouettes beautifully, much to your friends’ surprise as they all either ended up with either twisted feet or on the floor. You received a standing ovation after your performance, which you were thankful for.

“Y/N!” You hear Jihoon call out to you, as he carried Jihyun on one hand, her bag slung on the other side of his shoulders. “Do you want a ride home? We stay in the same area anyway.”

You tried to calm your beating heart as you saw Jihoon’s veins showing with Jihyun sitting on his arm, “It’s okay, Rowoon’s gonna pick me up later.”

“But he asked me to send you home though?” Jihoon raised his eyebrows as he seated Jihyun in her childseat at the back of his Mercedes.

Kim Rowoon, I’ll kill you when i get back home.

“Well, then thank you I guess?” You smiled sheepishly, as Jihoon held the door open for you.

The ride home was silent, you and Jihoon had almost nothing to talk about. The only sound that was produced throughout the ride was the constant whirling of the car engine.

Jihoon cleared his throat, “You did really well just now, you looked amazing.”

“Thank you,” You blushed, looking out of the window, not wanting Jihoon to look at your blushing face.

“But Jihoon-oppa told me something else when you were performing just now,” Jihyun piped up quizzically, which earned her a stink eye from Jihoon.

“Jihyun-ah,” Jihoon flashed her an obvious fake-smile, “it’s our secret, remember?”

“Ah yes, secret.” She giggled.

“What’s the secret, Jihyun? Can I be part of your secret gang?” You turned your head towards Jihyun, who was about to open her mouth and say something, but you felt something soft on your cheeks. When you turned back, Jihoon’s face was just centimetres away from yours.

“C-can you not know about it?” Jihoon blushed as he reclined back to his seat.

“You’re weird.” You frowned.

“Yah, Kim Rowoon, you’d better come out or you’re gonna be dead!” You shouted once you entered your home, searching through every room in the house.

“Rowoon’s out,” Your mother appeared, her face lighting up at the sight of Jihoon, “Jihoon! It’s nice of you to send Y/N home. You must be busy.”

“Not really, I live around here anyway, Jihyun-ie goes to the same ballet school as Y/N as well.” Jihoon scratched the back of his head.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? Your mom’s coming over for dinner too.” Your mother offered.

“Yeah, sure.” Jihoon smiled, “I’m sure Jihyun would love talking about the ballet recital that is coming up soon, she’s playing a role of a small black swan.”

“Really? That’s so cute!” Your mother cooed as she picked Jihyun up in her arms, “Tell me more about it sweetheart.”

As Jihoon saw the both of them retire into the dining room, he went around the house searching for you. The house was big, easily at least 10 rooms on each floor. There were a total of 4 floors, the roof was a beautiful infinity pool that reaches out to Seoul’s skyline. You could get a good glimpse of the N Seoul Tower, and every New Year’s the Parks would stay over at your place to catch the fireworks burst off at midnight.

Just as Jihoon was about to give up, you scared him as you jumped out from the corner of the bookshelf.

“Boo!”

“Yah!” Jihoon screamed, “You scared me.”

“I sure did, just by the look of your face.” You snickered. “Do you wanna go up? The weather is nice today.”

“Sure.”

You let Jihoon have a change of clothes, so that he wouldn’t actually soak his $1500 jeans into the pool of chlorine water. He easily fit into the clothes Rowoon grew out of, even though it was still a little over-sized, he still looks good nonetheless.

“Cola or Sprite?” You offered as he sat on the beach chair beside you.

“Sprite please.” Jihoon then got up from his seat to sit at the edge of the swimming pool, dipping his legs into the cool waters.

“You know, Jihoon,” You began as you settled his drink on the ground, joining him at the pool, “You’re actually nice.”

“Wow, you finally noticed,” Jihoon clapped his hands, “Well done Y/N.”

“Don’t make me take back my words.” You warned, sipping on your fruit punch.

“I won’t babe.” Jihoon winked, as you scoffed and pretended to puke.

The both of you quietly stared at the setting sun, which painted the sky hues of pink and orange, with cotton-candy clouds floating in the sky.

You sighed, you really wanted to confess to Jihoon once again, but you didn’t know how to.

“Y/N,”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know how to swim?” Jihoon asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m sorry I have to do this,”Jihoon pushed you into the pool, the cold water shocking your senses as you threaded water to get up.

“Yah! Park Jihoon!” You screamed, pulling his leg towards the water as he entered the pool with a soft splash.

Jihoon picked you up bridal-style in the pool, his hair drenched but his ever-so perfect face gleaming under the orange sun. He smirked, “I did that on purpose.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I can do this,” Jihoon swiftly closed the space between the both of you, pressing his soft lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he slowly deepened the kiss, lips and hearts moving in sync.

“You know,” Jihoon pulled away, “I’ve been thinking of ways to confess to you and this seemed to be the best way to do so.”

“You know,” You mimicked Jihoon, “Our rivalry for the past 4 years weren’t really needed.”

Jihoon pressed a sweet kiss on your lips once again, “This is why I’m ending it, you’re my girlfriend now.”

“You’re such a jerk.” You huffed, playing with the wet locks on Jihoon’s head.

“But I’m your jerk.” Jihoon smiled.

#park jihoon #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 scenarios #repost #Fluffy writes

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