#junmyeon fluff

[eomayas]

strictly business • kjm [req]

request: here 🩷

pairing: ceo!junmyeon x f ceo!reader, established relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!

warnings: reader is mean, dom x sub dynamics, fingering, p in v, pwp, grump x sunshine dynamic, reader is gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing her way through life

all eyes are on you when you burst through the doors of the meeting room, interrupting the current session. but you can do that, because you have enough money to buy this company twice if you really wanted to.

the room in the air gets thicker and you can practically feel the tension. you invite it, enjoy it, even. you like having that type of power over people, especially this specific group of people. “good morning, gentlemen,” you say, smiling—baring your fangs—at the six men before you, who all stand to greet you, bowing politely before taking their seats.

your assistant takes your coat and hands you your briefcase. you feel them all staring at you, wondering why you crashed this meeting when you were specifically not invited, for many reasons. and you know exactly who’s idea it was, but you’d deal with him later, after you sink your teeth into his employees. “somebody catch me up,” you say, but it’s less of an ask and more of a demand. you scan the table, your eyes sliding over the CEO of the firm and focusing on his subordinates.

you laser your eyes onto a poor intern who immediately gets red and looks over to his boss for help. you narrow your eyes at him and he swallows. “uh, we, uh, were meeting to talk about the expansion,” he says, glancing at you before averting his gaze.

“the expansion with my company,” you correct, your gaze still focused on the poor kid. he stares down at the table, refusing to look you in the eye and you almost smile. almost. “i don’t see how you could have a meeting about the expansion with my company without having myself or even a member of my company’s board present.” you say, cutting your eyes across the table to the interns boss and the CEO of this company.

he presses his lips into a line and gives you a knowing look. “does that make sense to anybody?” you ask, looking around the room. nobody dares to speak up, and if you were a lot less professional you might knock everything off of the table and demand that they respond.

“mrs. kim,” the boss says, as a warning. you ignore him and stare at his employees, waiting, daring one of them to speak up. you’re not shocked when they remain silent; you’re met with it often. it’s not a secret that you’re tough and don’t see a problem with pushing people to their limits and reminding them who’s really in charge. that’s the whole reason you got to where you’re at. playing nice wasn’t an option—especially as a woman trying to obtain a position of power—and you learned that very quickly.

“if one of you doesn’t speak up, you won’t have an expansion with KYN Beauty to put on your resume, or a job in the morning!” you bark, glaring across the table at his employees. you’re definitely exaggerating the whole job thing, but you need to light a fire under them to get somebody talking, since their boss likes to keep things from you.

“mrs. kim,” it’s a warning if you’ve ever heard one, and it makes you sit back in your chair and look over at him. he stands up from his chair and motions for you to do the same. “a word in my office?” but he’s not asking you, he’s telling you. and you’re not going to stay sitting in your chair, not when he’s looking at you like he could rip you a new one in front of his entire staff.

you get up and he waits for you to exit before following after you. you already know where his office is, and you walk the familiar route in silence.

“yerim, cancel my meetings in the next hour, please,” he says to his secretary when the two of you pass by her desk.

“of course, mr. kim,” she says eagerly, and you nearly roll your eyes. another thing to get in his ear about.

he holds the door to his office open for you, and locks it once the two of you are inside. you cross your arms over your chest and stare up at your husband, a bored expression on your face. “quit threatening my staff,” junmyeon says, gently grabbing your forearms and pulling your arms apart so he can hold you by your sides.

you push him off and take a step away from him. “why did you leave me out of a meeting that i need to be apart of?” you question, throwing your arms up in the air. you two typically leave your work at the office, rarely bringing it home beyond a few emails or a few reports that need to get done, and that’s mostly during the end of each quarter. you keep your work and home life separate, and don’t meddle in each others business endeavors. but this morning, you happened to catch sight of his opened calendar on his work computer, and saw ‘expansion meeting’ set for 11am with an invite to everybody that was previously in the meeting room. everybody but you.

“honey,” he sighs, taking a step toward you. you take a step backwards, running into his desk and knocking a few papers loose. he cages you around the desk and you frown at him, but your features quickly soften as you submit to his charms and remember that, above all, he is your husband. “honey, don’t take it personal. you can just be a bit intense, and not everybody can handle that.” junmyeon says, kissing your cheek.

“that’s not my problem,” you say, and your husband chuckles, dropping his forehead against yours.

“and that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” he nudges your nose with his and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “but i can handle you.” junmyeon mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you hold onto the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. his suit jacket strains against his arms and he pulls back to slide it off his shoulders and drops it onto one of the chairs.

“send your receptionist on lunch,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him back down to your mouth. junmyeon plants his palms on his desk as he leans over you, unable to stand between your legs due to the tight skirt you’re wearing.

“take that off,” he says, nodding at your skirt. he says it as a trade off for sending yerim on her break early. you quickly pull the zipper down and slide your skirt off of your legs and down to the floor. junmyeon bites his bottom lip and picks up the phone, pressing a button that immediately connects him to yerim.

“yes, mr. kim?” this time, you do roll your eyes and he smiles at you and gently pinches your cheek.

“go ahead and take you lunch break now, yerim,” he says.

“well, i typically take it at noon,” she says. you huff and lean over to get close to the speaker so she can hear.

“just take your break, yerim,” you say flippantly before hanging up on her and pulling junmyeon back towards you. “you should fire her.” you say.

“why do you want to fire all of my employees?” he asks, unbuttoning your blouse.

“so i can have you all to myself,” you reply, pushing your top off and leaving yourself in a matching red lingerie set, the red identical to the color of the lipstick on your lips. junmyeon eyes you and runs a hand over his neatly combed hair before dropping it down to his collar to loosen his tie.

“youre unreal,” he mutters, shaking his head as he pulls his tie off and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. he could stare at you for hours like this, all pretty and waiting for him. you pull him down to your lips and kiss him hard, uncrossing your legs to let him get as close as possible to you.

with your free hand you drag it down his chest to his pants, palming him through his slacks. you rub his bulge a few times and your husband pulls back and pushes your hand away. “you’re gonna ruin my pants,” he argues.

“then take them off.”

theyre at his ankles in seconds, though he keeps his dress shirt on. it’s unbuttoned, and you drag your nails down his torso. he watches you with lidded eyes, his gaze so intense that you can’t help but full body blush. this whole tough persona, at least with him, is all an act. he has you wrapped around his finger like it’s nobody’s business.

junmyeon is on your mouth again, his left hand dropping between the two of you to rub your clit through your underwear. if anybody knew how you acted in the bedroom, they would be hit with an extreme case of shock, and disbelief. you’re a person who likes to be in control, but you’re different with junmyeon. you’re like putty in his hands every time you get around him.

that doesn’t go to say that he’s not as tightly wound around your finger as you are him. he might even wrapped tighter, practically turning into mush when you so much as look at him. he returns to his college self when he’s around you, simply being junmyeon—myeonnie, to you—and not ‘mr. kim’, the boss.

your mouth falls open when he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your underwear pushed to the side. junmyeon works his fingers into you, curling them and making your vision go spotty. the rapid rise and fall of your chest mixed with your breathy pants of his name puts him in a mild hypnosis, nothing on his mind besides bringing you to your release and then burying himself inside of you.

“junmy,” you say, your voice sounding like pure honey to him. junmyeon alternates between rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers into you. his curled fingers and the ministrations on your clit have you seeing stars, your orgasm approaching quickly. “m-myeonnie!” you choke out, gushing all over his fingers, your legs going limp against the edge of his desk.

those same fingers are put in his mouth to be licked clean. junmyeon delights in your taste, wanting to kneel down and shove his face between your legs and eat you out for the next hour. but, time is real and neither of you have a lot of it, so with deft fingers, he pulls your underwear down your legs. junmyeon parts your legs and stands between them, wrapping them around his waist.

you only smile up at him and lock your ankles behind his back, lurching him forward. you pull him down to you by the beck, sliding your hands down to the front of his open shirt to grab onto it. “love you,” he mumbles against you mouth, littering kisses on the corner of your lips and onto your jaw.

you murmur ‘love you too’, before propping yourself up and moving to push his boxers down. “need you, myeonnie. want you,” you whine, sliding yourself to the edge of the desk. you thread your hands into the back of his hair and press insistent kisses to his exposed neck and chest.

junmyeon unclasps your bra and pulls it off your arms to toss behind you. “i’ve got you, baby,” he says, wrapping one arm around your middle and holding the base of his dick with his free hand. he guides himself into your entrance and your lips part when he pushes the head in. “i’ve got you.” he groans, kissing your neck.

your arms wrap around his shoulders and you clutch him tightly against you, anchoring yourself to something as he harshly thrusts into you. you cry out his name, burying your face in his neck to keep quiet. junmyeon gently cradles the back of your neck and lies you flat on the desk, planting one hand flat near your head while the other gropes your breast.

clenching around him, you whine and reach for him, wanting to be closer. “what, baby?” he pants, indulging in you and leaning down to be closer like you want.

“i miss you,” you whine, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist. junmyeons heart swells, like a balloon being filled with helium.

“yeah?” he asks, lifting himself off of you in order to stare down at you. “you miss me stuffing you full of my cock? can’t go a day without it?” your face burns, embarrassment flooding your body because, yes.

junmyeon blows his bangs out of his eyes but they fall back in place. he let’s go of your hip to brush his hair back into place, smirking down at you when he catches you gazing up at him with your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, pulling at your bottom lip.

you nod, your head in a daze. junmyeon keeps pounding into you, even long after you cum for the second time. he fucks your release back into you, never slowing down until he comes himself. you cross your legs at the ankles around his back and hold him there, letting him cum inside of you.

he sighs out your name and hangs his head, his hair dangling in front of your face. you push it out of the way and kiss his forehead, your nails raking up his lower back.

junmyeon kisses you once before pulling out of you and grabbing the box of tissues that sit on the side table. he wipes himself off before doing the same for you, tossing the soiled papers away and helping you off of the desk.

you prance around his office naked, in search of your clothes that are strewn around the room. you find your bra and blouse, quickly slipping them back on. “baby, have you see my underwear?” you ask, squatting down to look on the floor.

you hear a small gust of air above you and stand up, your red panties lying on the center of his desk. picking them up, you grimace when you feel their dampness and set them back down. you quickly find your skirt and slip it on, underwear be damned.

junmyeon catches you by the waist and pulls you against him, his shirt still unbuttoned. he holds your tightly against him, kissing your neck and then your lips. “you know the meeting was just business, baby,” he says reassuringly.

“i know,” you reply, placing a hand on his cheek.

“and nobody is getting fired,” he says, peering down at you. you roll your eyes and press a hard kiss to his lips before slipping out of his embrace to step into your heels. “im not firing yerim, either.”

you run your hand through your hair, shaking it out as you slip your hands through. “we’ll see,” you say, the sweet wife role being replaced back with the shark, the one everybody knows you by.

“y/n,” he says, following after you as you walk around his desk to pull out the mirror you started keeping in here. you set it up and check your appearance to make sure your makeup isn’t messed up.

“baby?” you question, flicking your eyes up to him before looking back down at your reflection, turning your head to the other side. he leans over his desk and you look up at him again, an eyebrow raised.

“nobody is getting fired, okay?”

you smile up at him, as sweet as pie, a stark difference to how you actually feel. “whatever you say, mr. kim.”

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[writemekpop]

Hard Enough | Kim Junmyeon (Suho)

5K Follower Series Ep. 25

Summary: Suho can’t hide his desire for you when he watches you get changed in front of him...

Genre: Friends to lovers, suggestive 

Word Count: 1.4k 

Prompt: “Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” & “Can I stay here tonight?”

As Suho opened his front door, you pushed him against the wall. 

“Wanna fuck?” you whispered. 

Suho’s heart was throbbing. Was this a dream? This had to be a dream. You were his best friend - his bad-ass, genius, way-too-hot-for-him best friend. 

Well, you saw Suho as your best friend. Suho, meanwhile, spent every night imagining your body on top of his. Imagining this moment. 

Suho was in love with you. And you had no idea. 

“Y-yes,” he cried out. 

You froze. A look of confusion crossed your face. Then, you threw your head back and laughed. You ruffled his fringe. “Just kidding! The look on your face is priceless. God, you are easy to mess with.”

Suho nodded, cursing himself in his mind. 

“Yep.” His voice was dry. “You got me.” 

You barrelled up the stairs and into his bedroom, trailing popcorn crumbs and destruction. You had a massive pile of dresses in your hands.  

As soon as you reached Suho’s bedroom, you ran into his ensuite bathroom. 

“Okay, I’ll start trying them on!” you called. “Thanks so much for helping me.” 

Oh yeah. You were going on a first date with some jerk called Chanyeol today. And Suho, like the idiot he was, had agreed to help you pick an outfit. Did he enjoy getting his heart trampled on? He had no idea why he did this.  

Suddenly, you leaned out in just a bra, your brown skin glowing deliciously in the light. You kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a lifesaver.”  

The world wobbled a little as Suho drowned in happiness. Oh yeah. That was why he did this.  

His cheeks burning painfully, Suho took a seat. With each dress – a black silk with a slit thigh, a puffy white one made of tulle – Suho tried to give a considered opinion. 

You see, you and Suho were both journalists at the same women’s magazine. When he first met you four years ago, his career as a writer was struggling. He had no inspiration. There were only so many “21 cute throw blankets for your apartment” that he could write. 

And then he met you. The girl who teased him mercilessly for being a man working at a women’s magazine, (you called him the “Lady Whisperer”) wrote so much better than him, and made him smile for hours every time you sent him a stupid sloth gif. 

That was when he started the series, “How to Get Over A Crush (Hint: You Can’t)” and quickly became one of the magazine’s most popular writers. Suho told you the series was all made-up. Not once did you suspect that it was about you. That hurt Suho a little. Was it that hard to imagine you dating him?     

“Okay, picky… what about this one?”  

You came out, grinning breathlessly, in a dress covered in red lace flowers. Well, it could barely be called a dress – it cheekily revealed so much of your bronze skin. The neckline rippled down your chest, and Suho’s eyes felt glued to it. 

 For a moment, Suho was so overcome he couldn’t speak. His whole body pulsed and shivered with excitement. 

“Well, silly? Can you speak or what?” 

You jumped onto the bed next to him, and squished your fingers to his lips, pretending to open and close them. “Speak, speak, speak,” you chanted. 

As soon as you touched him, Suho felt a jolt of excitement. Then a very familiar and very, very disturbing sensation in his pants. He had an intense erection. 

Inhaling sharply, he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs, as if thinking very hard. 

You frowned at him. “What’s wrong? You’re acting funny.”

He cleared his throat. “N-nothing, just… more comfortable this way.” 

You stood up, spinning slowly in front of the mirror. “Well? What about the dress?” you murmured.

Oh god. Seeing your whole body – including your very sculpted ass - was not helpful. 

In the mirror, you noticed some little buttons at the back of the neck. “Oh, would you mind doing these up for me?”  

Suho shook his head. “I’m think… you can manage.”  

You spun to face him. “Oh my god, you’re being so weird right now. Just help me.”  

Suho’s face was blushing up a storm. “Yeah, about that… I don’t feel like getting up right now.” 

You pouted for a second. Then, suddenly, you pushed a fist in front of your lips. A tiny chuckle burst from your throat.

“Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” you said. 

Suho screwed his eyes shut, wishing he could die right now. “Is it that obvious?” 

A sweet, soft smile came to your lips. Suho was surprised. It was like you were letting your guard down for just a moment. “I’m flattered. I didn’t know I was that attractive.” 

Suho smiled. “You are. Dangerously attractive. A guy should have to sign a form before dating you.” 

“Like a gun license?�� you asked. 

“Exactly. A Y/n license.”

You stood up. “Well, I think fate is telling me to wear this one.” 

You started to pick up the dresses from the bed. 

Suho felt crushing disappointment. In a few minutes, you’d be out the door, flirting with that Chanyeol idiot. And he would lose you. Maybe for good this time.   

Suho did something very uncharacteristic for him. He took a chance.  

“Don’t go,” he called out, his voice thick. 

You turned to him. “What?” 

“Don’t go on the date,” he said, meeting your eye. He could barely believe what he was doing. Suho? Confident? This was crazy. “Can you stay here tonight?” 

 “Why?” 

“Because… I don’t want you to date that Chanyeol guy. I want you to date me.” Suho took a deep breath. “I really like you. I’ve liked you ever since you walked into that office and called my tie ugly. And I’ve been too afraid to say anything till now, but, if that goddamn Chanyeol guy turns out to be the love of your life I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” 

You sat down on the bed again. Your eyebrows pulled together, like you were doing a difficult calculation. 

Suho groaned. “What? Stop looking like that! Just say something!” 

You bit your lip. “No, it’s just… your crush. The one you write about in the “How to get over your crush” series… it’s not…”

Suho nodded. “It’s you. It always has been.”  

You shook your head in disbelief. “The girl you write secret poems about? The girl who makes your throat dry every time she comes near? The one you call the boy-whisperer…” You realised the connection. “Oh my god…” 

You fell into stunned silence. Then, quietly, you said, “I read that in bed every Sunday morning, and every time, I wish I could find a guy who loved me that much.”  

You shuffled closer to Suho. “You goddamn idiot!” you cried. 

Suho’s heart fell. This was it. The rejection he had always known was coming. 

“Why the hell did you not tell me till now?” You were grinning, red spots of blush blazing high in your cheeks. 

Suho’s stuttered. “W-what? You mean… you’re not mad?” 

You laughed. “Mad? Suho, I had a crush on you from the start! That’s why I teased you. I just- I felt so many things and I’m not used to… feeling things.” You looked down. “I kept looking for signals that you liked me back, but after a while, I gave up. I thought you just wanted to be friends.” 

Suho shook his head. “Well you could not be more wro-“ 

You interrupted him - by pressing your lips fiercely to his. The kiss- the kiss was like being born again. Your lips were just as soft as he’d imagined. He was so absorbed in the feeling of your mouth on his that he totally forgot about his embarrassing hard-on. 

When you pulled away, you grinned at his lap. “Sorry. That probably isn’t helping… that situation.” 

Suho shrugged and pretended to look thoughtful. “Well, you know, I’m starting to think it won’t go away on its own…” 

You smirked, running your hand over his chest. “Fuck Chanyeol. I’m staying here. Coz I know just how to help you with that.” 

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[youaremy-dreamgirl]

Sweet talk

Pairing: Junmyeon x reader

Genre: (flirty) fluff

Word count: 807 words

Summary: you see him at a party and you need to talk to him

A/N: this is dedicated to the beautiful @cxsmicmyeon who was the only person I had in mind while writing this 😘

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"Who is THAT?"

"Oh no, no no no" your friend hurriedly steps in front of you to block your view "he's dangerous"

"What?" you peek your head to take another look at him "How? He seems nice"

"Exactly" she points her finger at you "he's charming, and charm is a man's most effective weapon"

You laugh as you roll your eyes."You're so stupid. What's his name?"

"No"

"Come onnnnn, please?"

Your friend sighs and takes a step to the side, standing next to you, both now in view of this extremely handsome man who's smiling at someone, drink in hand and leaning elegantly on the fireplace mantel. His hair is perfectly styled, parted in the middle, and a bit puffy, with a single strand falling on his temple right above his eyebrow that certainly didn't happen by accident.

"His name is Junmyeon, he's a lawyer and yes, he's single" she remarks that last part with a sigh "but like all lawyers, he is a charmer and he is no stranger to sweet talking to get what he wants, so be careful"

You nod, eyes glued on him as you see him engaged in conversation with someone who looks like she's trying her best to keep him entertained. And to think you didn't want to come to this party...

"How do you know him?" you ask your friend, taking a sip from your drink.

"He's a friend of my brother, from high school " she looks inquisitively at you "...why?"

"I'm going in" you nod, giving her your empty glass "wish me luck"

You take a step forward without waiting on her response, but you can hear her gasping quietly. He had finally stopped talking to that woman and was standing on his own, checking his phone. He immediately notices you approaching and swiftly puts his phone away, not breaking eye contact.

"I'm so sorry to bother you but your smile has been lighting up the room all night and I just had to come and say hello" you whisper this last part, trying your best to stay confident. If he was good-looking from afar, up close he's simply stunning.

He raises his eyebrows and smirks, tilting his head slightly to the side. "I’m Junmyeon, nice to meet you" he extends his arm towards you "I don’t know your name, but I’m sure it’s as beautiful as you are"

"I'm (Y/N), and the pleasure is mine" you shake his hand, his beautiful and soft hand. "So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?"

This time he chuckled while combing a hand through his hair, a faint blush on his cheeks. You bet he's not used to being on the receiving end of these phrases, and him being a bit flustered feels like a victory to you.

"Sadly I am a very busy lawyer who has to get up early for a hearing..." he purses his lips apologetically "so, tell me before I leave, what number should I use when I text you good morning tomorrow?"

He asked it so casually that it caught you off guard, and you reacted by opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of the water. There goes your charm.

"That was smooth" you admit, smiling shyly. He hands you his phone and you write down your number, choosing to save your name with a 🐰 next to it before giving it back to him.

"A bunny" it was more of a statement than a question, but he still waited for an answer.

"I think they are cute" you shrug in response "don't you?"

"I do. It is my favorite animal actually"

"Really? Well... then I may have to show you my bunny tattoo someday. I think you'll like it"

He licks his lips in an attempt to hide his smile, failing to do so. "You are making it impossible for me to leave..."

"Oh please, don't let me get on your way" you joke "you are free to go"

He leans closer to you, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to his lips "Goodnight" he kisses your hand "I'm sure you'll wake up tired from all that running around in my mind tonight"

You can't think of an answer so you just stand there, cheeks burning and a stupid smile plastered on your face. He smiles back and winks, walking past you to the door.

Not one second later, your friend is next to you again. "Did he just kiss your fucking hand?"

"He...did?" you laugh "you were right, he is a charmer". You proceed to tell your friend about your interaction when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

Unknown number: I lied, I can't wait until the morning. Would you like to get coffee tomorrow? 🐰

Oh, he's good.

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Bound to Happen

Genre: EXO AU, Junmyeon fluff

Characters: Junmyeon x Female Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 3k 

Summary: Professor Kim Junmyeon has a crush–a crush on the newest addition to the history department. Taking fate into their own hands, some light-fingered students make it their mission to get these two together. 

A/N: I’m almost done with requests from back in June so I present a Junmyeon request. I’m not even going to pretend that Junmyeon’s legendary “Playboy” solo performance wasn’t the inspiration for this fic, despite it being fluff central up in here. Hope you enjoy!

Tagging @cxsmicmyeon because I promised! 😊

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Neon lights flashed. Pins scattered. Balls crashed down waxed, wooden lanes. The smell of pizza intermingled with the tang of floor polish. 

The neon lights glared off the shiny, waxed floors of the bowling alley and Junmyeon was accosted by the intermingling smells of pizza and floor polish–a stark contrast to his usual habitat. The harsh lines and dark wooden panels of the lecture hall have vanished and in their place, an 80’s-reminiscent wonderland remains. Buttery leather shoes traded for rubber soles, the hum of student voices for the whir of the ball machine. This wasn’t the type of place Junmyeon usually frequented, much more accustomed to mood lighting and a crisp, fine wine. 

It was the start of a new school year, which was marked as per usual, with a department-wide celebration encompassing both research faculty of the university’s history department, as well as their student lab workers. His department head was an avid bowler, which was precisely how Junmyeon found himself bowling in a three-piece suit and clown shoes. 

A voice shouted his name and a hand beckoned him forward to take a ball. His sometimes most and sometimes least favorite graduate student, Sehun, plopped a ball into his hands with a wink, and pushed him towards the front. The little punk. Junmyeon made a mental note to assign Sehun to cleaning duty next week. After all, the archives had been looking extra dusty lately. 

Looking around, he noticed the number of faces that had gathered to watch the game. He wanted to maintain his reputation–respected, dependable, and worthy of admiration–and vowed he won’t lose that by sucking at bowling. You can do this, Jun. Strength. Poise. Precision. With that in mind, he straightened his arm and swung it back, releasing the ball down the waxed, wooden lane. 

It went…and went…and went…straight into the gutter. Not quite. 

Junmyeon stood there in shock, not really believing he launched his ball exactly the opposite of where it was supposed to go. The hooting and hollering of the onlookers reached his ears and he turned around, feeling heat on the back of his neck. Sehun chose this time to tell a particularly biting joke, causing Junmyeon to blush profusely. 

I guess he wants two weeks of cleaning duty, he mused to himself, leveling the taller man with a half-hearted glare. 

In the middle of stewing, he almost missed the breezy laugh that made its way to his ears, the slew of voices behind him quieting to a low buzz. He watched as a woman stepped forward, walking with confidence to snare a ball from the machine. He tried not to stare, but couldn't help himself, frozen in place like he’d been turned to stone. 

Pushing her hair behind her ear, she toyed with the little baby hairs at the crown of her head to keep them out of her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed an enchanting rosy pink, from the heat or from one too many beers, he didn’t know. 

As he passed her on his way to sit down, she patted his arm gently. A jolt of electricity ran through his body, the sting of humiliation temporarily forgotten. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all throw a gutter ball once in a while,” she sympathized, offering him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. 

Without conscious thought, he found himself nodding in agreement to her words, flashing her a gummy smile so wide it hurt his cheeks. He took a seat beside his colleague, Minseok, AKA the other Professor Kim, who grinned and slapped him on the back, clearly amused at his lack of athletic prowess. 

Junmyeon watched as the mystery woman took position. 

Like a seasoned pro, she took several intentional steps forward and swung her arm back, like the movement of a pendulum. She released the ball low, holding her position as the ball barreled down the lane with impressive speed. A perfect shot. The pins fell, clattering to the ground, before being swept back by a metal arm. Animated bowling pins danced all over the scoring screen, declaring “Strike! Strike!” in chipmunk-like voices. 

“Who is that?” he breathed, leaning over to whisper in Minseok’s ear. 

Minseok raised an eyebrow, surprised at Junmyeon’s sudden interest. 

“Her? That’s Professor____ ____, the newest tenure-track hire in our department. Heard she came here over the summer from some big-shot university abroad. Boss’s excited because she’s apparently gained a reputation as “The Grant Fairy”, and you know how much he loves additional funding.”  

Junmyeon nodded, but he barely heard what his friend was saying, too caught up in his newest colleague’s radiant smile and silly celebration dance. A strange sense of pride washed over him as you sank ball after ball in just the right spot. His skin prickled when you reached up to high-five the other, other Professor Kim, Ki-bum, beaming up at him in a way that made something inside Junmyeon twist. 

It wasn’t rational. Not rational at all to feel this way about something he’d only just met. And Junmyeon lived by facts and figures. True or false. Black and white, but never gray. He fleetingly wondered if this rollercoaster of emotions was caused by excessive consumption of alcohol, but then quickly remembered he’d been drinking club soda all night. Sadly, no wine to be found in a place like this. 

~*~

A smirk crossed Sehun’s handsome features. Watching Professor Kim Junmyeon lose his mind over the department’s newest addition was the unexpected highlight of the evening. As by-the-book as they came, the older man has little tolerance for the times–the very, very minimal times–that he’d caught Sehun filming Tik Tok dances during work hours. He scratched his chin, sure that a romantic diversion such as this might loosen the older man up for the greater good. Having worked in his lab for several years, Sehun considered himself an expert on the illustrious academic’s quirks and characteristics. Unfortunately, where Junmyeon was smooth with a pen, he wasn’t  smooth with words, at least outside of a lecture hall, that is. 

The cogs in Sehun’s brain started to turn, and a plan took shape behind his eyes. Sehun couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for having such a brilliant idea. Slipping off unnoticed from the party, he shot off text messages to his future accomplices. This wasn’t a one-man job, but rather a collaboration, one might say. All he had to do was sit back and watch as the fun began. 

~*~

“Okay, let’s go through this one more time, Jun,” Minseok instructed, pulling Junmyeon over to face the mirror. “You walk into her office and you say…”

“Hello Professor ___. I was…um…wondering if you wanted to…go out for dinner sometime?” Junmyeon stared at himself in the mirror, feeling awkward–like a high school student nervously practicing a confession to the girl he likes while hiding in the boys’ bathroom. 

Minseok hung his head in mock shame. “Say it with confidence, Jun! Again–and like you really mean it this time!”

Junmyeon tried once more, feeling silly. He spoke passionately and eloquently to hundreds of students everyday, so why now was it so hard to string a simple sentence together? 

Minseok was speaking, but Jun could barely hear him–his mind elsewhere–on you. 

Picking up the leather-bound book on the table, he ran his fingers over the slight grooves in the spine. It was this simple, non-assuming object that had started it all. 

The air had been heavy with anticipation, as it always was at 3:30 PM on a Friday. His students were preoccupied, thinking only of the Netflix they’d binge, the pizza they’d demolish, and the alcoholic beverages they’d consume–much too distracted to appreciate his riveting lecture on the intricacies of black holes. 

The bell had rung and he’d sent them off with a reminder to complete their homework, unheeded in their haste to depart. In the still silence of the empty lecture hall, he’d noticed an abandoned book on one of the desks–no doubt forgotten by an absent-minded student in the flurry of activity moments before. 

Opening to the cover, he hadn’t expected to find your name scrawled in the corner, but to his surprise, there it was. Since that day, the book has taken up residence in his office. He’d enjoyed having it with him and he often caught himself glancing at it, smiling like a giddy school boy because it reminded him of you. But he knew he had to give it back–it wouldn’t be right to keep something that wasn’t his. It was this unassuming object that would give him the excuse to talk to you–at least beyond the occasional exchange of words in the hall or at the coffee pot in the teacher’s lounge. 

“ –so then you…Junmyeon!” Minseok cut off mid-sentence, impatiently waving his hand in front of Junmyeon’s face. 

Junmyeon apologized for his lack of focus, grateful Minseok’s as forgiving as he was. Not just any friend would give up his afternoon to talk him through how to be smooth with the ladies. And Minseok was smooth with the ladies. The other Professor Kim had zero inhibitions when it came to romantic partners–suave, well-dressed, and always ready with a witty comeback–Minseok was never without someone adorning his arm. 

Junmyeon wished he could have even half that amount of confidence. 

~*~

The light glowing from your office drew Junmyeon like a moth to a flame. It was way past the usual time he’d leave from work, but lately he found more and more reasons to stay. Light drifting out from under your door? Term papers to read. Passed by you in the hall on his way out? Oops, those tests needed to be graded tonight. 

Today was no different, the moon shining high in the sky as Junmyeon made his daily pilgrimage to you, the leather tome he’d harbored uncharacteristically heavy in his hands. Standing outside your door, Junmyeon’s nerves flared. He practiced this over and over with Minseok and he told himself it would all be okay. He raised his hand to knock on the door, knowing it was now or never or he'd lose his nerve. Your voice sounded from within, spurring him forward and through the door. 

~*~

You looked at the clock, shocked to see the hours had passed so quickly. It had been several weeks since you started your position here and you finally felt like you had some space to breathe. It was a big change leaving your old job, but you could happily say now that it was worth it. This job provided you with things you didn’t have before–a team of student researchers of your own, a promise of tenure, and the type of salary that would keep you traveling for years to come. Your colleagues had been welcoming too, and your mind wandered to one in particular. Dark hair, slightly curled at the end, bright eyes, and pretty, pink lips. They looked so soft and you wondered if they’d feel that way against your–

A knock sounded at the door and the spell was broken. You shook your head, reminding yourself to keep it out of the gutter. You called for them to enter, wondering who could possibly still be at school at this late hour. 

The door opened and in walked the man you’d just been fantasizing about not 30 seconds before. You rubbed your eyes, wanting to make sure this wasn’t some kind of sleep deprivation-induced fantasy. But no, he was still there when your gaze cleared, a small smile on his handsome face, and looking better than anyone had a right to in a three-piece brown tweed suit. 

Your cheeks warmed in response and you hoped it wasn’t obvious to him. Yes, you had a crush, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. All the signs were there: heartbeat racing when you ran into him in the hallway, sweaty palms when you exchanged pleasantries in the break room, thoughts of him swimming in your head at all hours of the day. You remembered the night you met him, some weeks ago at the welcome party. He’d just sent the ball straight to the gutter, but you’d barely noticed, too enchanted by his expressive eyes and squishy smile. 

From then on you’d thought about ways to approach him. Unsatisfied with all of them, you wished you were more extroverted, then maybe you wouldn’t even need a reason to talk to him. You could just do it. You supposed your introversion was a contributing factor to your choice in career; after all, not everyone would be thrilled to spend their time digging through dusty libraries, pouring over antique books and documents in the pursuit of answering a question you’d dedicated your entire career to answering. You had settled for staying late at work, the light in his office your guide for when it was time to leave. 

Now, seeing Junmyeon here amongst your things, you thanked the universe for this divine intervention. Gesturing for him to take a seat, noted the familiar book he clutched in his hands. An awkward silence fell over the room and you waited for him to say something, anything to drown out the thump, thump, thump of your beating heart.

“Good evening, Prof. ____. I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I…uh…found this book of yours and wanted to return it. In case you were really missing it.” 

He laid the book on your desk, pushing it towards you, chuckling at the last bit. 

“Ah yes, thank you Prof. Kim, I have been looking for that everywhere. Where–uh–ever did you find it?”

You, in fact, hadn’t been looking for it everywhere, but you decided he didn’t need to know that. To be honest, you hadn’t even noticed it was gone. However, you were curious how it came into his possession. You had just moved into your office, but all your books had been packed away in boxes until recently.

Junmyeon cleared his throat.

“Honestly, it was the strangest thing. I found it left on a desk after I’d finished one of my lectures. I was surprised to find it belonged to you.”

“Hmmm, that is strange,” you agreed, scratching your chin in thought. “Well, thank you again for returning it…” you trailed off, blindly scrounging for a way to make the conversation last longer. 

“Yeah, no problem at all, just happy I could help.”

Junmyeon slowly got up from his chair and headed toward the door. He paused at the threshold, staring at you like he had something to say. He shook his head, causing dark locks to spill across his forehead, and resumed motion. 

“Well, Professor ____, I guess I should go now. It was lovely talking to you.”

With that, he opened the door and quickly stepped through it, the door closing behind him with a gentle thump.

You stared at the door for several seconds after he’d gone, wishing you’d had the spine to say what you really wanted to say. Hey, you want to go for coffee sometime? It’s not that hard, right? Right! You could have said that instead of just saying “thank you” a hundred times!

You sighed and grabbed your book, the one Professor Kim had been so kind to return. Stroking the soft leather, you went to your bookshelf, placing it at home amongst the many others there. Behind you, the door creaked, causing you to jump in surprise. You whirled around to find Professor Kim standing there, his mouth set in a firm line. 

“Oh, Professor Kim, you scared me!” you said, patting your hand over your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart. 

“My apologies Professor ____, but I couldn’t just leave without saying–couldn’t just leave without asking–”

Professor Kim took a deep breath through his nose before continuing: “ –if you wanted to go out sometime. Coffee…maybe dinner…whatever you want.” 

He bit his lip before glancing down at his shoes, that bashful squishy smile gracing his handsome features again. 

You stuck your finger under your nose, just to check that you were still breathing. The hand still over your heart assured you of its beating. Oh my god. It’s real. He’s asked you out on a date! Say something, you idiot!

“Coffee…maybe dinner…sounds good,” you said with a small smile. Good, yeah, that’s good. Very natural. 

Junmyeon scratched his head. “Oh–okay, well that’s great…uh…when are you free? I mean, I’m free now…are you free now?” he asked, stumbling over his words. 

You smiled at his endearing nervousness, so much like your own. “Yeah, I’m free now…should we…?” you trailed off, raising your eyebrows in question, nodding towards the door.

You grabbed your coat, struggling to put it on as you’d suddenly forgotten how arms work. Professor Kim–Junmyeon–as he told you to call him, held it out for you to slip your arms into. You walked together down the deserted hallway towards the Java Hut, which was blessedly open late, and you wanted to hug the universe for giving you this opportunity. 

“Hey, Junmyeon?” you started, waiting for him to look at you. “After this, would you want to go bowling sometime?” 

You watched as a range of emotions poured over Junmyeon’s face–embarrassment, surprise, to name a few–his shooting wide like saucers. You honestly couldn’t hold it in anymore, the look on his face was too much for you to bear, and you dissolved into a fit of giggles. Even in the dark, you could see Junmyeon’s cheeks darken to an attractive hue of pink, evidence that he wasn’t used to being teased like this. 

“No shade, no tea, but I feel with a few pointers, there could be vast improvement,” you joked. 

Junmyeon purses his lips, stroking his chin in mock thought.

“Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to go bowling–with the right coach, that is.” 

~*~

Two sets of eyes watched silently as you and Junmyeon exited the building. Sehun held out his hand and high-fived Baekhyun, his partner in crime. It was a genius plan, really, though Baekhyun had almost gotten caught “borrowing” that book from Professor____’s office. Sure, it had taken Professor Kim several annoyingly long weeks to work up the nerve to return the book to its rightful owner and Sehun would be claiming all that over-time on his next paycheck, but it was worth it. He patted himself on the back for a job well-done, not for the first time considering a change in careers to match-making. 

~*~

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Emmy

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[spacequokka]

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Junmyeon stops for a cup of coffee. Word Count: 0.5k Warnings: None!

Inspired by this post.

It was impossible to go three feet without seeing Kim Junmyeon’s face. Whether it was on a magazine, in a commercial, or slapped on the side of a city bus, he was everywhere. Not that it annoyed you or anything. Nope. Just an observation you made while wiping down the bakery countertop as the last of the morning rush disappeared out the door.

A series of angry honks drew your attention to the storefront windows.

‘Speak of the devil,’ you thought.

There he was, standing on the side of the street with a hand up with a look of determination on his picture perfect face. An elderly woman stood at his side, frail hands curled around his elbow. It was nothing short of magical the way traffic slowed to a stop at his command. Once he deemed it safe, he carefully guided the woman across the street towards the bakery. The second her feet were firmly planted on the sidewalk, traffic went back to its frenzied, reckless flow. She graced his cheek with a kiss while shaking his hand, then continued on her way. It was so wholesome every sweet in the case under your hands wept with a sense of failure.

The bell above the door chimed. “Good morning!”

You returned his sunny grin. “Good morning. What can I get you today?”

Junmyeon approached the counter and eyed each treat. “Ah, they all look so tasty. I’m running a wee bit late for a meeting. Could you toss a few recommendations in a bag for me?” His gaze returned to you. “I trust your judgment.”

You tried and failed to keep from smiling more. “Sure thing.” You pulled out a bag and picked up the tongs. “How many would you like?”

He shrugged. “I guess two or three should do it.” His eyes landed on the coffee station. “Ooh, hazelnut? I have to try it.”

“It’s a favorite with the locals.” You added, picking out a regular glazed donut. “Especially with the weather getting colder.” Maybe he’d like something with custard, too. “We’re getting in some new flavors next week, like apple pie and mint chocolate.” No one can resist a powdered cake donut. “These ought to do it.” You punched in the prices just as he came back with his cup in hand. “That’ll be—”

He held his fancy watch up to the card reader and the order was complete. “Do I need to sign for it?”

“Ah, uh, no.” You blinked and handed him the bag. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Sweet.” His fingers brushed yours as he took the bag. An odd look crossed his face before his cheery look returned. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” You pulled your hand back and gave him an awkward little wave. “Good luck with your meeting.”

His eyes widened with panic. “Oh, yeah. I should get going.” He turned towards the door but paused for a second. “I’ll come back if I like your choices.”

“I’m sure you will.” You clasped your hands together to keep from fidgeting. He smiled, showing off his pearly whites, then disappeared out the door. Maybe seeing him everywhere wasn’t a bad thing.

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[starchild--27]

Starry Night

promt: stargazing, sleepy kisses, first loves with junmyeon

word count: about 2k

a/n: please excuse this lame-o title xD thank you, dear Starry @cxsmicmyeon, for the promts~ i had the best time writing this little thinggy for you ^^ as always, i am my own beta reader and english isn't my first language, so bare with me and the mistakes you may or may not find xD

~

“You’ve got your sleeping bag and extra blankets?”

“Yes.”

“The sleeping mat?”

“Yup.”

“Have you packed enough food and water?”

“Yes, Mom, I double checked everything. I’m good to go, really, no need to be worried.”

It was very sweet of your Mom to look out for you like that, so you suppressed rolling your eyes at her nagging. Besides, she kind of had a point (- of course she had, moms always do), knowing your tendency to forgetfulness all too well. But it wasn’t like you would be all alone on this little camping trip. Nope, Junmyeon would be there. Charming, dutiful and organized Junmyeon, who would certainly have thought of everything the two of you might need on your four-day-vacation. The mere thought of him painted a little smile on your face.

And apparently, it could also summon the man, you thought to yourself at hearing the sounds of an approaching car. When it came to halt in front of your house, you pulled your mother in one final goodbye-embrace. She swayed a little from left to right as she held you tightly and gave you a soft peck on your cheek, which made it really hard for you to be annoyed when you heard her whisper next to your ear.

“Do you have a tent?”

“Junmyeon brings the tent, Mom. It’s gonna be fine, please, let me go? He’s waiting outside already.”

“Okay, darling,” your Mom said, giving you a final squeeze before she gave you space to grab your coat and oversized backpack.

“Does he want to come in for a moment? You two could stay for a cup of coffee or tea?”    

You snickered at how chipper your Mom suddenly sounded at the mention of Junmyeon. She really adored him and how he was always polite and always on time and always respectful and reliable. He was the best boyfriend a mother could want for her child. And also the perfect son-in-law - you were quite aware of that yourself and suspected your Mom had already dreamt of a perfect wedding.

But that wedding would definitely stay a dream for some more time. Junmyeon and you were only together for a few months now - far, far away from any wedding plans - and he was your first serious boyfriend. Your first, great, world-shaking love and all you wanted was to take your time to experience all of its beauty fully and as naturally as it came. You felt no pressure to rush any steps, only the security that Junmyeon thought the same way about your relationship and the fact that he considered your bond equally precious as you did, multiplied the butterflies in your stomach by a thousand.

“I don’t think we have time, we need to be at the camping site no later than 5,” you explained, giving your Mom a last quick peck on the cheek before opening the front door. Junmyeon had gotten out of his car already and was rummaging through the trunk to make a little more space for your things.

“Have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom smiled and gave a wave to Junmyeon who had emerged as soon as he heard your mother’s voice.

“I will,” you smiled back at her, “Bye, Mom, see you in a few days.”

“Bye-bye”, she squeezed your hand, then you went to finally greet your boyfriend with a soft kiss. 

“Hey,” he said and instantly took your hand in his with the warmest smile.

“Hi,” you responded a little shyly, feeling all kinds of bubbly at his lovely action and the sound of his sweet, gentle voice.

“Your mom seems quite happy you are leaving for a few days, huh?” he teased as he took the huge backpack from you. 

You snorted. “Mh right, if you want I can drive alone and you’ll stay here with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have you around,” you joined in on his joke and watched him loading your backpack in the trunk with swift movements.

“Yeah, she would, I’m charming like that. But I’d be much more delighted to have you around, so no last minute changes to the plan.”

His words made you blush a little. How dare he make your heart all soft and mushy like that, your inner voice squealed while you made your way to the passenger seat. 

“Have fun you two!” your Mom shouted one last time before she went back into the house, to which Junmyeon replied with one of his nicest smiles and a happy “Thank you, we will!”

Your heart fluttered even more seeing him being just as excited about this trip of yours as you were and by the time Junmyeon had taken his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine, you were grinning like the happiest person on the planet. And who knows, maybe in that moment, you were.

The drive itself was calm, filled with nice music and easy-flowing talks, and even setting up the tent once you had arrived, worked out perfectly - well, at least after one of the camping site’s staff offered a helping hand. But it was fun, and filling the interior with mats and blankets and all kinds of different pillows felt a lot like building a cozy blanket fort. 

You were surprised by how soon the sun was setting though, getting the tent to take shape must have taken longer than you had thought. There were a couple of trees that casted long shadows over the otherwise quite empty site. It had been a smart idea to plan the trip a few weeks before the actual summer break, so that there were no families crowding the place. And the two of you had picked a spot a bit more secluded from the few other campers anyway.

You actually had pretty much forgotten that there must be others around somewhere and didn’t bother thinking more about them as Junmyeon hurried towards you to show you the pictures he took of the stunning sunset. He handed you his phone so you could thumb through his camera roll to pick your favorites as he put his arms around you to hug you from the side, finally pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You hungry?” he mumbled, his lips still grazing your skin. You nodded as an answer, still immersed in the high quality pictures Junmyeon’s phone could make and the fact your high quality boyfriend was hugging you with seemingly no intention to let you go again. No that you wanted that. If you had it your way, Junmyeon would never stop hugging you ever. 

“Good, because I’m starving,” he chuckled, “What do you think about a dinner-picnic?” You loved the idea. But you hated the fact that it made Junmyeon let go of you after all. A little sulky about the prompt end of your hug, you quickly sent the pictures you’ve selected from Junmyeon’s phone to your own before joining him in setting up the picnic while the light was fading more and more. 

When the two of you finally sat down on the picnic blanket, munching happily on the dishes both of you had prepared, you caught a glint in Junmyeon’s eyes that told you he had planned for exactly this. A picnic under the starlit sky - the sole idea had “Junmyeon” written all over it, really, and you wondered how you didn’t realize before.

“Hey, what are you laughing about?” Junmyeon must have noticed the little giggles you let out as you began to see through his little plan.

“Nothing, just… I was just thinking about how a picnic under the stars just has to be the most you-thing ever.”

You suspected that comment made him blush, you couldn’t really see in the growing dark, but the way he didn’t answer you for a little moment spoke for itself. 

“Is it… umm… do you like the idea?”

You couldn’t tell if he was stammering out of embarrassment or because he was actually insecure if you’d be into something romantic like that. Whatever it was, it had to be fixed with a kiss, you decided and quickly huddled up against him.

“I love it, Junmyeon,” you said quietly, “I love you.” And gently, you cupped his face, pulling him closer for your lips to meet. You could feel how he was smiling against your kiss, how he shortly pulled back to tell you he loved you too, how he caught your lips again. The romance of it all made you feel like floating, swimming in emotion, wrapped in nothing but comfort and love. 

Soon enough the dark of the night had engulfed you fully, the dishes put aside so you could lie down and get comfortable. Your head was resting on Junmeon’s shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you, his fingertips grazing along your arm in slow movements. 

“Can you recognize any constellations?” Junmyeon almost whispered into the quiet night and you nodded in reply. 

“The basic one’s. Here’s Cassiopeia… and there’s the Big Dipper… and that’s Orion.”

You lifted your arm and pointed towards the sky, moving your finger along with your explanations.

“Right next to Orion is Taurus, look!” Junmyeon added and pointed upwards as well. “And I’m pretty sure that’s Leo right there, but no guarantees,” he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t know, I’m always getting lost in all the stars up there, I’m already happy I can spot three constellations in this mess,” you chuckled along, taking the night sky in once again.

In comfortable silence, you looked at the twinkling lights a little longer. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and overwhelming. You couldn’t remember when you saw the sky like this for the last time, without light pollution or clouds blocking the view, and you wanted to remember this for a very, very long time. How the sky seemed to be expanding only, how bright the starlight shone upon your face, how good it felt to feel Junmyeon just breathing next to you, sharing the warmth of your bodies in the cool night air. 

It was unfair how quickly you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, how often you caught yourself already halfway headed into a dream. Junmyeon sighed and like a stubborn child you clung to his side. You didn’t want him to get up, you didn’t want this to be over already. But then he mumbled your name, his voice a bit hoarse from not using it for a while, and one by one you started to pay attention to your aching limbs, to how cold it had become and with a little whine you loosened your grip on him, allowing him to sit up as you did the same. 

“Maybe we should get in the tent,” he spoke the words that were hanging between the two of you. You agreed with a simple humm, clearly hating the necessary change of location.

“Don’t pout, we can do this again tomorrow, you know?” Junmyeon said softly, stroking your cheek before giving a little peck to your pouty bottom lip. 

“I guess we can,” you sighed, a little more dramatic than you actually felt, making Junmyeon laugh brightly. Man, he really outshone all these stars up there when he was happy like that, you thought to yourself. 

This thought gave you a last burst of energy, which you and Junmyeon used to quickly clean up your picnic space and get changed into warm pajamas before you let yourself sink into the pillow paradise you had built earlier that day. Or yesterday. You had lost track of time completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it didn’t matter at all. Not for the next couple of days. Not with Junmyeon laying down next to you, looking so very kissable as he was about to turn off the last flashlight. 

“Good night kiss?” you asked, the tiredness from before coming back at you all at once.

Without hesitation, Junmyeon leaned down to you and moved his lips lazily against yours for the last time before your mind drifted off into much needed slumber.

“Sleep well, baby” were the last words you heard before you sank into pleasant dreams.

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[cxsmicmyeon]

WINE FOR YOU ; KJM

kim junmyeon x gn! reader

you and junmyeon took a trip to california for his birthday. to surprise him, you decided to bring him to a winery for tasting, purchasing and just all-around birthday fun.

genre: non-idol au! birthday fluff for the birthday boy hehe <3 word count: 846 warnings: alcohol consumption (just enough to be slightly tipsy), slight allusion to sexy times

author’s note: happiest of birthdays to the absolute love of my life, to my muse, to my husband, to my everything. i hope your birthday is nothing short of happy, healthy and spent with those you love. here’s to u turning 31 <3 here’s a little floofy bday drabble (based on this insta update) for all the bunnyzens to celebrate our man’s bday!! :D (ofc its winery centered my bad im like lowkey obsessed with this idea bye) (also don’t let the gif deceive u lol this is pure fluff) (and if there’s any discrepancies with the actual part w/ the wine tasting pls lmk i’ve never gone before so sorry if it’s inaccurate)

this is also for the birthday event for @suhosnet​ !!! <3 tysm for having this event i can’t wait to see all the content to celebrate his special day!!!! ((:

You wake to the feeling of someone’s strong arms wrapped around you. Shifting a bit, you raise your head to see Junmyeon lying beside you, still bare from last night. He’s still sleeping, snoring softly and unconsciously holding you tightly. He’s always so cute when sleeping, you think.

Sadly, duty calls and you go to wake him up. “Hey,” you whisper, shaking him slightly. He stirs and utters a soft groan while his eyes begin to flutter open. You give him a soft smile when he’s fully awake, which he easily returns.

“Morning.” he mumbles. You hum, brushing stray hairs from his face.

“You know what today is, right?”

“I do, darling, you reminded me so much last night-”

“Happy birthday baby!” You squeeze him, giggling softly while you kiss all over Junmyeon’s face. He returns your hug, cupping your cheek to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, again,” Junmyeon laughs when you pout. “I love you so much, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“I love you too. Forever and always.”

Some time passes before you try to get out of bed. "Nooo, don’t go. Stay with me.” Junmyeon whines, trying to hold you closer to him.

“You’re coming too! Remember I told you about the surprise at 1?” You crawl out of bed, grabbing Junmyeon’s shirt from the floor and slipping it on.

“I do, but I also wanna cuddle all day.” 

“Cute, but... we can cuddle after we come back. Trust me, you’re gonna love this.” You say, sitting back on the bed.  Junmyeon takes your hands into his, giving you a smile that could rival sunshine.

“As much as I love you?”

“More.”

“Impossible.”

“Oh?”

“There’s nothing in the world I love more than you.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” You giggle, pressing your forehead to his. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” Getting the hint, Junmyeon quickly got out of bed, picking you up bridal style and bringing you into the bathroom.

After going out to eat at a Vietnamese restaurant by the hotel, you called an Uber to take you and Junmyeon to the surprise location. It came in a relatively timely manner; the driver greeted you silently before beginning to drive.

“Close your eyes.” You say. Junmyeon looks at you incredulously. 

“Why?”

“‘Cause. It’ll ruin the surprise,” Junmyeon shrugs and closes his eyes. “Say cheese!” You hold up your phone to snap a picture, to which your boyfriend poses (without opening his eyes). You giggle every time he changes poses, each of them getting sillier. 

Eventually the car stops. You thank the driver, handing them a five dollar bill as you help Junmyeon out of the car. He hands them a twenty dollar bill, wishing them a good day. When the car drives away, you tell Junmyeon to open his eyes.

“Monticello Napa Valley?” Junmyeon questions, trying to hide his excitement.

“Monticello Napa Valley.” You’re immediately hugged tightly, Junmyeon giddily thanking you for taking him. You giggle and kiss him on the forehead.

You make your way over to a little table by the grape fields. “Hi, we’re here for the tasting.” You say to the worker sitting there. You give him your name when he asks, and he hands you and Junmyeon two vouchers, telling you to find the host of the event.

You were given a tour of part of the vineyard before officially beginning the tasting. While you were not too knowledgeable on the subject of wine, you loved to hear the host and Junmyeon chat about the different wines you were offered. You mostly wanted to go to see him happy (and for free wine samples, of course).

After the tasting was finished, you were free to walk around the vineyard for a bit. Naturally, the both of you were tipsy because of the wine, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying yourselves.

“Do you know how pretty you are? Because you are, and I love you.” Junmyeon murmurs, placing his hands around your waist. You feel yourself flush.

“Shut up, that’s literally you.” You giggle. He whines and kisses you on the cheek. You take his hands and twirl him around, causing him to go into a fit of laughter.

“Wheeee! My partner just spun me!”

“Did you get that drunk?”

“No, but I’m drunk off of your cuteness!” You groan light-heartedly at his line.

“You’re too cute.”

A little bit passed before you felt the buzz go away. You made sure to have a mini photoshoot in the vineyards and buying a couple of bottles of wine before finally leaving. You arrive back at the hotel and proceed to order room service and open the first bottle of wine.

The night ends with the two of you eating some birthday dessert (with an exclusive performance of Happy Birthday from you). You weren’t too sure what exactly you were eating, but it tasted sweet and delicious nonetheless. And as you were falling asleep, you heard Junmyeon say just how amazing his birthday was. And it was all because of you.

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[haveanotherkpopblog]

An EXO Interactive

Boss

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon/Suho x You

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol!AU, Office!AU

Word Count: ~1K

Warnings: TBD

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Today was Y/N’s first day of work. She hardly slept the night prior and her stomach continued to do somersaults as she tried to get ready. She had confidence in her skills, but the first day on a new job could be nerve wracking. Moreso when she considered she was now working for an exclusive company.

She stood in front of her full-length mirror, eyeing her outfit appreciatively. She wanted to make a good first impression on everyone by showing them she was a professional and should be treated as such. But she also wanted to be comfortable and approachable, coming off as stuck-up was not at the top of her to-do list. Simplicity was key: a nice blouse, black jeans, and black tennis shoes.

Stepping out of her room, she went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. She didn’t know how this company was. In her old job, she was always traveling and barely had any time to stop and take a drink. Especially if she had to do a lot of setting up. Being a photographer wasn’t as glamorous as Hollywood made it out to be. There was a lot of running around: setting up cables, making sure lights were working and at the appropriate strength, dealing with whiny models who insisted they knew better than the photographer. The list was endless. She heard Nari’s door open and her shuffle out. She hadn’t known what to expect when she met the purple haired woman. She was loud and abrasive and nothing like the sort of person Minseok would have associated with. Yet, after only a few days spent together, you’d have thought they’d been friends for years. Nari was easy-going and fairly accepting of everyone.

“Morning,” she called, filling her bottle up with water. She mumbled something incoherent, hands stumbling around the counter for the coffee pot. Another thing Y/N had learned was that Nari was not a morning person. “Well I’m off.” She grabbed her camera bag and her portfolio and headed towards the door.

“Knock ‘em dead.” Nari raised her coffee cup as Y/N left to meet up with Minseok for coffee and breakfast.

***

As she stepped through the coffee shop door, coffee filled her nose as it wafted through the air. She hummed, content in the friendly atmosphere. She spotted Minseok already at their usual table, drinks ready. He glanced over then did a double take, smiling. She took the seat across from him. “How’re you feeling?” he asked as she sipped her coffee. “Excited? Nervous? Are you going to scream? Dance? Cry? Throw up?” “Yes.”

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head.” He laughed, eyes crinkling as he leaned forward. “You’re going to be just fine, and with that outfit, you’re definitely dressed to impress,” he assured you. “I have a friend who works there looking out for you as well, so don’t worry.”

“The amount of connections you have is crazy.” She smiled, taking another sip of coffee.

“You better get going. You don’t wanna be late on your first day.”

***

From the outside, the building seemed to disappear into the sky. Windows covered almost the entire perimeter, making the whole building sparkle and shine. Y/N took a minute to stare up at it. It was breathtaking, especially with the hint of a garden peeking over the roof. Taking a deep breath, she approached the front doors and stepped inside.

The inside was as modern and sleek as the interior of a building could be. The floor was bright, white tiles that reflected the overhead lights greatly. The furniture and hard surfaces were all black and looked in pristine condition.

On the dark colored walls, pictures of beautiful people dressed in beautiful clothing and standing in beautiful landscapes hung for everyone to admire. And as much as she’d have liked to admire them, she had to meet her boss, and that was a meeting she was not going to miss.

She turned to the front desk where a young woman, around her age, sat. She was flipping through a fashion magazine, her long, blonde hair falling freely over her shoulder. Her presence was slightly unsettling as she looked like she could be a model.

“Um, hello?” Y/N called, stepping closer to the desk.

“Hi.” The woman set the magazine down, her perfectly manicured hand flipping her hair over her shoulder. “How may I help you?”

“I’m, uh, I’m supposed to meet Mr.--Mr. Kim,” she stuttered out, mentally cursing herself. “I’m Y/N L/N.” The woman turned to her computer, typing. “Aha! Here you are.” Her voice was soft and airy, matching perfectly with her effortless appearance. “I’ll let Mr. Kim know you’re here.” She stood up from her chair, not very tall even with her black heels, and bustled away towards the hallway, her heels echoing against the marble floor.

The woman’s kind demeanor, even after she’d made a slight joke of herself, shocked Y/N. She was used to others snickering and throwing passive-aggressive comments at her. It was a breath of fresh air. She took a seat on the nearby catch, observing the people coming and going. There was a wide assortment of people to look at. Some wore extravagant clothing from Gucci and Valentino magazines, others were clad in torn jeans and oversized sweatshirts, and some were a weird but refreshing mix. None of them paid much attention to you, focused on their projects and with each other.

Heels tapping against the floor alerted her that the receptionist was back. She gave her a bright smile. “Mr. Kim is ready to see you.” She stepped aside, holding her hand out towards the hallway she’d return from.

Y/N stood, taking a deep breath. She followed the receptionist down the hall to an elevator. The entire elevator ride was silent, save for the soft jazz playing through the speakers. Once the doors opened, the receptionist placed her foot out, turning to face her.

“Now, you’ll go to the end of the hall and knock. Wait to be called in, and don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” She pushed Y/N out the elevator and let the doors closed.

Once she was alone, she let out a shaky breath, moving to the nearby wall. Nothing made her more nervous than someone saying, “Don’t be nervous.” It had the total opposite effect. She swallowed thickly.

Walking down the hallway, she gazed at the pictures that hung on the wall. They were gorgeous. They were mostly landscapes, but the picture that really caught her eye was the only black and white one. The picture was of a park, and sitting on the grass, smiling at something off camera, was a man with probably the best side profile she’d ever laid eyes on. “Another time,” she promised herself. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A muffled voice beckoned her inside, but she was not prepared for what, or who, she saw.

She was expecting her boss to be old, weird, a cigar connoisseur, or something like that. She hadn’t been prepared for a handsome young man, around her age, with beautiful blonde hair, sitting behind a desk littered with her photos.

Her breath caught in her throat as he glanced up at her with calm eyes and a kind smile. “Good morning, Ms. L/N.” He stood up, buttoning his blazer. “My name is Kim Junmyeon. It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to the name. He moved around his desk, offering his hand. “The pleasure’s all mine.” It came out breathier than she’d intended, but he made no mention of it. “I’m looking forward to working. Here. Working here.” He chuckled softly, folding his arms over his chest. She did her best to keep her focus on his face and not on the fact that she could see the outline of his biceps struggling against the sleeves of his blazer. “Ms. L/N, I’ve reviewed your work, along with some of my top photographers, and we all agree you have amazing potential.” He reached into his blazer and pulled out a pair of glasses, slipping them on. He turned around and grabbed a folder. “You demonstrate a clear understanding of the camera, and the models I spoke to sung high praises. You were remarked as ‘an easy-going person who made the whole experience amazing’ and ‘dedicated with a creative eye and strong work ethic’.” He set the folder down, removing his glasses.

“However,” he continued, “I see you’ve only ever worked as an intern, filling in when needed at your old job. You have a clear talent, so why didn’t you ever go for a raise or promotion?”

She puckered her lips before drawing them into a thin line, brows furrowing. “Well, I did ask for a promotion. For several years, but I was always rejected in favor of others and for other reasons.”

“‘Other reasons’?” He quirked a brow, crossing his arms over his chest again. “Self-respect and the refusal to subject myself to… unsavory acts.” She leant her head forward, watching as the light bulb went on in his head.

“Ah. Understandable. Well I can assure you Ms. L/N, I do not tolerate that type of behavior here, and hope you find this environment much more suitable.”

“Does that mean…”

“The job is yours,” he assured her. She could have jumped around the room from all the excitement bubbling in her, but she refrained, giving him a big grin. “Well, I’m pleased to have you as a part of the KMC family. I’ll go over standard rules and operations with you, then I’ll let Soo Min, the receptionist, show you around.

“In the office and on photoshoots, I ask that you keep a firm level of professionalism at all times. This is a business not a playground or high school. There are no rules against relationships, romantic or platonic, but PDA is to be kept to a bare minimum.

“Outside of office hours, please do not refer to me as Mr. Kim. This job ages me enough. Junmyeon is fine, and feel free to say hi if you see me outside of work. I want to build a friendly and familiar environment. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please feel free to ask or email me.” “Of course Mr. Kim. Thank you so much for this opportunity. I promise to live up to the expectations.” She gave him a bow, cheeks starting to grow sore from smiling so hard. He flashed her a dazzling smile, bowing his head. He gestured towards the door and she had to refrain herself from running out. Everything had worked out great.

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[taeinko]

Pov : when u best leader 🖤

Marry me Kim Junmyeon 💍

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[eomayas]

handsome stranger • kjm

pairing: non-idol!junmyeon x f reader

genre: fluff (meet cute)

synopsis: your car battery dies and a handsome stranger helps your jump it. he’s so hot and you can’t mess up this opportunity so you shoot your shot

warnings: flufffff

groaning, you slap your hands against the steering wheel and look around your car helplessly. every light flashes for a few seconds before turning off and signifying that your car is dead. you blow out a breath and open your glove compartment to find AAA information.

you dial the number once you find the slip that’s been in your car for the last four years. “all of our lines are currently busy. please stay on the line until our next available associate can help you,” you roll your eyes at the robotic message and put the phone on speaker as you’re put on hold.

you wait about five minutes before getting frustrated and googling how to fix a dead car battery. none of the articles make sense, talking about cables and the hood of your car. you know nothing about cars, having always called your father whenever you had issues with your vehicle. but now that you’ve moved away from home, you can’t just dial him up anymore.

sighing, you pop the hood of your car and get out. you lift it up and look down at the inside, not able to put a finger on any single entity. you look around the parking lot, hoping to find help. all of the cars are parked and empty in the lot, or just drive past you and give you pitying looks.

you place a hand on your forehead, your phone still on hold. you don’t know how long it’ll take for AAA to get here, and you’re ready to lock yourself in your dead car and just die.

that is, until, a car pulls into the empty spot in front of you and you make eye contact with the driver. he gets out of his car, and you let out a breath. this may or may not be the finest man you’ve ever seen, and whether he offers you help isn’t even on your mind anymore.

“hey!” you say, leaning against the side of your car, hoping to appear casual and sexy. you definitely dont appear casual to the handsome stranger, but sexy? spot on.

he shuts his car door and looks around before replying, “hi?” like he’s not sure you’re talking to him. “car troubles?” he asks, stepping in front of his car.

“dead battery,” you say. he raises his eyebrows and nods, coming over to look into the hood of your car. he glances at you and offers you a kind smile, which your return. butterflies erupt in your stomach at his shining smile, and you remind yourself to keep it together.

“i can jump it, if you want,” he says. he’s a bit shy and awkward, but polite nonetheless. it’s endearing, and you find it hard to keep your smirk to yourself.

“sure,” you say, brushing hair behind your ear.

“do you have cables?”

“cables?” you question, looking at him quizzically. his cheeks flush as he lets out a small chuckle.

“cables… to, you know, jump your car?” he offers. you only shrug and he runs a hand through his hair. “i should have some, it’s no big deal.” he says and goes around his car to the trunk. he comes back moments later with two wires that have large clamps at either end.

“cables!” you say. he chuckles again and hooks them up to his car. you watch him work quickly on his side, before coming over to your car. he catches your eye and his cheeks blush red again, and he awkwardly clears his throat.

the man attaches the cables to your engine and straightens up. “okay, try starting your car,” he instructs. you nod and quickly hop in, turning the key in the ignition. the engine sputters, but nothing comes to life.

you see him put his hand on his chin before looking into your car again and adjusting the cables. “try again,” he mouths through the glass of the windshield and you do, the engine sputtering once more before roaring to life.

he stands back, a satisfied smile on his and you hop out of the car. “oh my god, thank you!” you say.

“no problem,” he says, unhooking the cords from your car. your smile falters as you realize that this is your one and only chance to make your move. “i’m y/n,” you blurt, following up your awkwardness with a cute smile. the handsome man returns it and bows his head slightly, like he’s shy.

“junmyeon,” he says, extending his hand. you shake it. his hands are rough yet soft, and much larger than your own.

“well, thank you junmyeon. i don’t know what wi would have done without you—i literally had to google how to fix a car battery,” you admit and he chuckles, and you find your smile getting wider at the sound.

“you know, you should really carry cables. just in case,” he says, and you wrinkle your nose at his practicality.

“why would i do that, when i could just call you?” you ask smoothly. junmyeons cheeks tinge pink at your words, caught off guard with your forwardness and flirting.

“or you could just call me,” he repeats, cheeks turning redder as he takes your phone from you and plugs in his number, texting himself so he can save your contact as well.

“that solves a lot of my future problems,” you say. if you have to kill your car battery everyday in order to see him again, you just might. you really might.

“you know, you could call me for other things too,” junmyeon says. you raise your eyebrows, fighting a smile.

“yeah? like what?” you ask, biting your bottom lip. he looks at you bashfully before averting his gaze elsewhere.

“i dont know—i’ve been told i’m a good cook. decent bowler,” he offers, a grin on his face. you can’t help but smile, wanting to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“just decent?”

“if you call me tonight, i can prove it,” you’re full on smiling brighter than the sun, showing every tooth in your mouth. your cheeks are going to start hurting any second if you don’t get control over your facial muscles.

your heart leaps in your chest, and instead of having a flirty remark, all you can say is “okay,” slightly breathless. junmyeon just smiles back at you and nods, walking backwards to his car.

he holds his hand up and waves as he gets back to his car door. “it was nice meeting you. i’ll be waiting for that call, by the way,” he says and you just keep on grinning. you thank him again and hop back into your car.

who knew a dead car battery would lead you to a date?

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[proudahgase-exol]

Exo reacting to the boys telling him he’s whipped for you

Minseok:

He was at home and had Jongdae and Baekhyun over he was doing the laundry when Baekhyun noticed some of your clothes so he took the opportunity to tease his hyung

“Hey that y/n clothes did she make you do her laundry now,” baekhyun said teasing

“Umm yes I’m doing my laundry and I saw she left some of her dirty clothes here from the last time she stayed over so I’m cleaning it” Minseok replied unbothered

“What else does she get you doing for her? Do you buy her pads too?” Baek asked again laughing now jongdae laughing as well

“Yes I have gone to get her some of her pads why is that funny Jongdae I know you have done the same or worse,” Minseok said rolling his eyes and smiling

“Eww I will never do that it will be so embarrassing,” Baek said making gagging noises

“I will be the one laughing when it’s you that does that,” Minseok said as he walked up to the laundry room.

Miseok didn’t mind doing your laundry because he knew you did him as well, he was just being the sweet boyfriend he is and didn’t care if his members made fun of him.

Junmyeon:

He was in London with the boys for a concert and they had a few days off so they went to explore when they got to a jewelry store junmyeon saw some earrings that thought would look good on you so he went and purchased them.

“You buying her more stuff? First, it was the keychain then the red dress now earrings. She got you whipped” Baekhyun said as he stood next to his leader

“I just the she will look good with them they go perfectly with her dress,” Junmyeon said smiling

“Yeah are you her sugar daddy too you have spent so much money on her,” Baekhyun said smiling

“She deserves everything and I want to give her a little gift anyway,” Junmyeon said as he gave the guy his credit card

“I wash it was her to have you spending money on me… she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Baekhyun said walking away

Who can blame the guy who loves to spoil you he might be whipped and he’s okay with it.

Yixing:

Lay loved sharing his stuff with everyone he didn’t mind letting the guy or you grab his clothes it was something normal for him but when Sehun came to complain about his favorite jacket being missing and then later found it on your body it got Lay laughing.

“Hyung why is y/n wearing my favorite jacket? I was supposed to use it tonight I’m going out with some friends and that jacket goes perfectly with my outfit tell her to give it back” Sehun said in a whiny tone

“Sorry but she got it first you can use any other jacket you like though,” Lay said smiling

“Oh come on if it was any of the other guys you would have asked them to take it off why does she get a free pass that’s so unfair,” Sehun said annoyed

“That’s because she’s the girlfriend he can’t say no to her and what she wants she gets that’s how whipped he is for her,” Jongdae said as he was walking past the two of them

“Yeah but that’s our jacket not hers so tell her to give it back” Sehun demanded like the spoiled brat he is

“Yeah that’s not happening he doesn’t have the heart to tell her to take it off plus she has more right to his clothes than you do,” Junmyeon said when he arias to Lay’s room

“That’s not fair hyung why did you have to be so whipped for a girl they are so annoying when I get a girlfriend I won’t let her use my stuff,” Sehun said walking over to Lay’s clothes and picking another jacket

“You will be like Lay or worst Mark my words Sehun,” Jongdae said walking away

Baekhyun:

The guys were at the mall buying new clothes and Chanyeol noticed that Baekhyun had a lot of matching clothes and he automatically knew who the other clothes were for.

“Hey Baekhyun are you buying matching clothes for your little girlfriend” the tall man teased

“Yeah way,” Baekhyun asked unbothered

“Aww that’s cute I remember you said that you will never be the type of couple,” Yeol said giggling

“Yeah well she asked if I could get this so I said why not” Bakhyeun said shy

“What else does she got you to do you have matching pajamas? Or matching phone case” Yeol said as he got Kai to make fun of Baekhyun too

“I’m sure he has matching phone cases or at last a shirt that says my queen,” Jongin said laughing

“Whatever if she’s happy then that’s all that matters,” Baekhyun said with a proud grin

Baekhyun knew he was whipped but he didn’t care if you said jump he would because your happiness is all that matters to him.

Jongdae:

Jongdae was at the dance practice texting you, you have been feeling sick for the past few days so he was worried about you. when you didn’t answer his texts he was so worried he called you and the boys heard him and when he got back they didn’t waste time and started to tease him.

“Is my baby okay do you want me to bring you medicine do you want chicken soup oppa can make it for you” Sehun said trying to mimic Jongdae’s voice

“It’s okay baby I’ll cuddle you lost when I get home make sure to drink water I love you darling” Junmyeon followed

“What’s with you guys,” Jongdae asked laughing

“Oh, you know just making fun of you, since when did you become whipped?” Kyungsoo asked

“Can’t I take care of my girlfriend?” He asked

“Yeah but you take it the extra mile you treat her like a baby she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Minseok said as he laughed

“That’s not true plus if you guys had a girlfriend you wouldn’t be talking,” Jongdae said smiling

Jongdae is whipped but he was only whipped for you he would do anything to make you smile he will give up everything if you ask him to that’s how much he loves you

Chanyeol:

Everyone knows he’s whipped he writes music about you but that’s what the boys know what they don’t is that his car and house are full of your stuff. You don’t live together but someone who didn’t know you guys would think that you do. Chanyeol makes sure he haves your toothbrush, hair products, and skincare products at his place in his car he haves hair ties and your fave lipgloss, and when the guys found out they were laughing their asses off.

“WOW Chanyeol you are something else you have everything you need for your girl that’s cute,” Sehun said as he got out of the car

“Wait till you see his bathroom he has her favorite hand soap, her skincare, and other stupid girl stuff,” Baekhyun said slapping Sehun back

“Ewww she has you so whipped,” Jongin said clapping his hands

“He’s so whipped he does everything she asks him to. If she wants him to carry her purse he will it’s cute but gross” Baekhyun said as he made kissing sounds

“Yeah yeah laugh all you want I’m just being a good boyfriend and a gentleman,” Chanyeol said blushing

“You wired dude that’s what you bring but go off,” Shun said smiling

After the guys were gone he called you to complain but you also agreed with them but you liked the fact he was whipped so now he doesn’t mind it too much.

Kyungsoo:

He was in the kitchen making your favorite food when Jongin walked in and whined about what he was cooking.

“Hyung were eating that? I was hoping to eat something like chicken,” Jongin said annoyed

“I'm cooking this for y/n not for you and if you want Chicken make it yourself,” Kyungsoo said

“ Lately you have only been cooking what y/n likes but not what I like or what the boys like” Jongin complain

“Well she’s asked if I could make her some of her favorite foods and I said yes so shut it,” Kyungsoo said annoyed

“You never do what I ask you to she does have you whipped chanyeol was right,” Jongin said disappoint

“What was he right about” Kyungsoo asked as he turned around

“That every since you started dating her she has you eating from the palm of her hand,” Jongin said

“I’ll kick his ass then I’ll kick yours now leave my kitchen before I smack you,” Kyungsoo said in a fake angry tone

Yes, he was whipped but didn't care he loves you and the boys have to deal with it.

Jongin:

He hates shearing his clothes specialty his fancy expensive ones he doesn't let anyone touch them and the boys knew it but when they saw you in Jongin’s Gucci hoodie they were quick to complain

“Hey that’s not fair why does she get to wear your clothes but not us?” Sehun asked in disbelief

“Yeah what’s so good about her that she gets the privilege to use your clothes” Baekhyun followed

“She’s my girlfriend there for she gets the privilege to wear whatever she pleases,” Jongin said happily

“Every since you started dating her you become so whipped it’s like you're a whole new person,” Chanyeol said eyeing him

“Yeah she got you so whipped it’s disgusting we want the old jongin back,” Kyungsoo said laughing

“You guys are just jealous she gets to wear what you can’t so stray jealous,” Jongin said sticking his tongue out to them and walking away

He is whipped and he loves it, it makes him feel like a good boyfriend like he’s doing everything right.

Sehun:

Junmyeon was hanging out with Sehun and he noticed how you were scolding him for making a mess and not cleaning up after himself he apologized and kissed you and even made Aegyo for you he thought it was funny and cute he didn’t know Sehun had this soft side. he knew by the way he looked at you that he was so in love that he was whipped for you so what did Junmyeon do? He teased him.

“Aww Jagiya sorry I’ll clean up don’t be angry,” Junmyeon said trying to mock him

“Stop it’s not funny,” Sehun said whining

“Oh you so whipped you didn’t even try to fight back like you usually do she told you to do the dishes and you almost said Yes ma’am it's so cute how whipped you are for that girl,” Junmyeon said laughing

“I’m not whipped and I’m only doing it because she asked me nicely,” Sehun said as he rolled his eyes

“Keep denying it you and I both know how in love you are and that you will do anything she asks you to,” Junmyeon said laughing hard

Yes, Sehun was whipped but he will deny it if anyone asks him.

—Well this was trash 😸 if you like any of my work please like and reblog 💕

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[justwritedreams]

Thinking of you | Junmyeon

Mafia!Junmyeon x Reader

Word count: 2826 Genre: fluff, angst. Author: maari  Warnings: Post-breakup, mention of alcohol Note:  I'm not used to writing with him, Sammy used to do that soooo my first story with Junmyeon that I post here 🙈 i got really carried away with this one Request:  you could do a oneshot of junmyeon, where he is the mafia boss and in a club he meets his ex girlfriend, who broke up with him because she found out what he works for. they are suffering apart and want to be together! angst and fluffy ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N looked at the dark landscape outside the car completely thoughtful. It had been like this in the last few weeks, she had relived the scene of her breakup countless times and tears always accompanied her.

Was it torture? Possibly.

But it still hurt her so much to remember that she no longer had his arms wrapped around her waist, or the way he always buried his face in her neck to smell the sweet perfume he loved for her to wear.

She swallowed the urge to cry once again, she had chosen to break up because it was the best thing to do in the situation she had found herself in.

She loved him so much, she didn't even know how it was possible to love someone that much, but she couldn't be with him. As much as she wanted to.

That night in particular she had promised her best friend that she would do everything she could to have a little fun and forget about the crack that had lodged itself in her heart since then, well either it was that or her friend would have dragged her by force to “live a little ”, in her friend’s words she should stop being so miserable.

Of course, not even her friends or family knew why she broke up with him, or else things would get worse.

But going to the club reminded her of all the nights she went out with him, especially the night they met. So even though she was fighting not to think about him, the memories came.

She took a deep breath as she got out of her friend's car, smiling lightly at her to assure her she was okay, or at least pretend like she was.

As soon as she entered the club, she felt an icy wind and a chill down her spine, she hugged her body and swallowed hard as she tried to shake off the clouds of memories that invaded her head.

She had barely arrived and she already knew it was a bad idea to go there.

She and her friend went to a high table that was empty, they talked a little while observing the place, Y/N's anxious eyes looked for a single person and her reason said that it would be better if he wasn't there.

As time went on, the music got slightly louder and the place got a little more crowded.

“Tae!” Y/N's friend called a boy with her hand, as soon as he turned and found her, he smiled widely.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he approached her to hug her, he was accompanied by another boy. “This is Jinyoung, my friend.” he introduced and the boy extended his hand to shake both of them.

“This is Y/N, my best friend.”

Y/N smiled at the two of them and when she shook Jinyoung's hand her eyes stopped at his neck.

“Are you a soldier?” She asked, curious.

She recognized the ID necklace anywhere.

“Yes, army lieutenant.” He smiled, proudly.

"Really? My brother is a sergeant, but in the navy.” she explained and he smiled slightly at the answer.

“Y/N comes from a long line of soldiers.” Her best friend commented, smiling when she finally saw her talking.

“And you’re a soldier too?” Jinyoung asked, interested.

She laughed, shaking her head.

“No, I’m the only one who has a boring job.” She joked and got a laugh from the soldier.

Y/N had a lively conversation with Jinyoung, her best friend and Tae left them alone with the excuse of going dancing.

Jinyoung was pleasant to talk to and had a captivating smile, he didn't take his eyes off her and even though she was shy, she wasn't uncomfortable. Although her initial plan hadn't taken into account going out with a guy that night, she wasn't depriving herself of wanting to get to know him better.

But she had one small problem. The ex that wouldn't leave her sober mind.

That's why she decided to do what anyone in her position would do, drink until the image of her ex's eyes evaporated from her mind along with all the walls she had built around herself since the breakup.

She excused herself from Jinyoung, telling him that she would go to the bar and come back soon, he quickly patted her arm.

When she arrived, she looked at the drinks. She wasn't that big a fan of alcohol but she knew that the only way to forget about him was to do it.

“Double whiskey, please.” she asked the bartender who nodded before leaving to get her drink.

“Whiskey?” Y/N felt every hair on her body stand up and her legs trembled. “I always thought you preferred wine.”

She swallowed hard and the bartender returned, holding out the glass which Y/N quickly took, feeling her hands go cold.

Without any courage, she turned around and saw him standing next to her. She had to lock her jaw so a sigh wouldn't escape her lips.

He was still intoxicating.

His slightly wavy dark hair didn't fall entirely into his eyes, his face was hard and serious with his eyes fixed on her, he was wearing a white silk blouse with the first few buttons open that left a part of his chest exposed so that the necklace he wore sparkled. The necklace she had given him.

He wore a black vest and she couldn't resist continuing to analyze, her eyes went down to the black pants he wore and the expensive shoes.

It wasn't possible for a man to be as beautiful as him, it must be a crime.

Although he knew very well about crimes…

When her eyes returned to his face, he saw the slight smile that threatened to break.

“Not everything is what it seems.” She spoke quietly, unable to control how weak her voice sounded. “You know this better than me, Suho.”

She wasn't used to calling him by that name, he would always be Junmyeon to her.

Her Junmyeon.

But Suho was his battle name and since she discovered that, she used the name a few times just to speak to all the hurt she felt for having been betrayed.

Feeling the world around her spin in a spiral, she left without waiting for his response and returned to the table feeling watched.

Jinyoung greeted her with a smile and she did the same before downing the glass, drinking the whiskey in one gulp, making the poor boy next to her get a little scared.

The liquid ran down Y/N's throat but nothing was as strong and intense as Junmyeon's eyes staring at her from the other side of the club.

She didn't want to be the worst person in the world but she couldn't follow what Jinyoung said, she also didn't want to return Junmyeon's gaze but it was an impossible task.

Mainly because he divided the attention of his eyes between her and Jinyoung, as if he was reading what was happening between them.

During their relationship, he was never jealous because Y/N always assured him that her eyes were always on him, that no other boy would take her focus away from him.

But now they were no longer together and there was a slightly strong soldier beside her.

Yes, he had identified that he was a soldier before even noticing the identification necklace he wore.

People like him had training to recognize soldiers and police from miles away.

And when Y/N didn't look back, she lost the chance to see the fear in his eyes.

Y/N has always been a very correct woman, she was taught to be like that by her family, war heroes who had respect and principle.

And Junmyeon was the opposite of all that. He wasn't honorable and definitely not a hero, he was nothing that she really deserved it.

It was clear that after she had broken up with him, when she discovered the illicit work he did, he was afraid of losing her for good.

Not because his enemies could go after her, firstly, he would never let that happen, secondly, he had some of his  men protecting her in secret to prevent that.

But because he knew she could find someone better than him easily, she just snapped her fingers and a line of men would form.

Because, after everything that had been said between them, he imagined that she would look for someone with the same principles as hers.

Someone very different from him.

And well, a soldier was exactly what he imagined she would find.

He just didn't think it would be so difficult to see her around a man other than him.

But Junmyeon didn't even know what was going on in her head, even though she was looking at Jinyoung attentively, she wasn't listening to a word he was saying.

What was happening inside her was a real battle.

She knew it was wrong and dangerous, but seeing him there only concluded what her heart already knew, she was still crazy about him.

Even if his work or business, she still didn't know how to say it, went against everything she believed in, it was impossible for her feelings not to speak louder.

Jinyoung was a correct and honest man, from what little they talked she concluded that, she only had one problem: he was not Junmyeon.

Even though he was just as handsome, knowing that her ex was there watching her nullified any less friendly thoughts she might have had with Jinyoung.

Y/N felt her head spinning, there were many reasons, and the alcohol she had spilled wasn’t the only one. In fact, she had only made her situation worse because she had been drinking to forget her ex-boyfriend and here she was, remembering him more vividly.

“Y/N is everything okay?” Jinyoung asked, worried, seeing her face suddenly turn white.

She took a deep breath, nodding.

“Yeah, I just…” she looked at the bar where he was, Junmyeon didn’t even blink when he looked at her. Even from afar she felt how intense his eyes still were. “I need some air.” she confirmed, looking away from Jinyoung.

“Do you need me to…” he let the sentence die in the air and she smiled slightly

She brought her hand to his arm and gently stroked it.

“It’s okay, I just need 5 minutes alone.”

He nodded, placing his hand over hers, understanding what she was saying.

Y/N left feeling the air running out of her lungs as if she had run a marathon and when she finally found the exit of the club, she closed her eyes feeling the first tear run down her face.

She had promised herself that she would try to be strong, she even tried to convince herself that she didn't feel what she felt for Junmyeon - a failed attempt to forget him - but she didn't count on finding him there.

In fact, she didn't even imagine one day meeting him again. After the harsh words she used, she thought he would never talk to her again.

Y/N looked for a corner to sit down, hugging her legs to cry in silence.

It hurt her to be away from him, more than she had imagined. But it hurt even more to be so close and at the same time so far away from him.

She was so wrapped up in her own pain that she didn't notice when he crouched down beside her.

"Don't cry, please." he pleaded and she sobbed. “You know I can’t stand it.”

Y/N lifted her head with her face soaked, looking to the side and seeing him grimacing in pain.

She kept her eyes fixed on him as Junmyeon raised his hand to dry her face with his fingertips, making Y/N close her eyes at the gentle touch.

She had missed that. Much more than she should have.

"I can't."

"What?" He caressed her face for a longer time, making her open her eyes.

“I can’t look at you and forget everything I know.” she admitted, hurt.

Junmyeon gave in, fingers retracting to cease the caress.

Y/N sighed and stood up, pushing him away completely. Ready to get out of there, she just didn't expect him to step in front of her, stopping her from going.

“I'm still the same.”

She laughed in disbelief and tried to pass, but he held her arm without hurting her and brought her closer so she could look into his eyes.

“I’m still who I’ve always been with you.”

Y/N felt her breathing became labored for two reasons, he was too close that she could feel his breath against her face, and because his eyes didn't lie.

And that disconcerted her, broke all the arguments she could have and that she had rehearsed in her head.

“You have a side that I never imagined and that I don’t agree with!” She tried to speak a little more firmly, her rational side was being drowned out by her heart at that moment.

She was finally where she wanted, in his arms.

“This is just business, Y/N.”

"Business?" she asked, frowning. “A mafia is not a business, Junmyeon, it is a sect. One from which you will never be free because you’re the boss.”

"You’re right!" he agreed, seriously. “But look into my eyes.”

She looked away, shaking her head. That was why one of his hands released her arm and went to her chin, making her look at him.

“Look into my eyes and say you don’t see how much I love you.” he begged and she was silent. “If you say that you don't see how much I need you then that's fine, I'll let you go into the arms of a guy who has the same principles, who is your hero.”

Y/N felt her eyes water.

He was her hero long before she found out where his money came from.

"I cant do it." She spoke quietly, shrugging her shoulders.

"And why not?"

“Because I would be denying the whole truth, including that my love for you also exists.”

The corners of his lips threatened to lift into a sad yet happy smile, all he needed to hear was how much she still loved him, the rest they could take care of later.

He could find a way out as long as he was with her.

Without having anything to say, Junmyeon put his hand on the back of her head, making her goosebumps rise from head to toe, she knew what was coming and didn't stop it.

He brought his face closer to her, without taking his eyes off her because he wanted to make sure she wanted it so much as him and when he didn't see any sign to the contrary, he sealed their lips.

Y/N sighed, resting her hands on his chest as she closed her eyes at the feeling of his warm lips once again against hers.

Junmyeon's hand went down her arms to her waist, hugging her with a certain desperation as he moved his lips slowly, as if he was discovering her again.

Junmyeon tilted his head to the side as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, all Y/N could do was grab the vest he was wearing tightly as their tongues met, eager for the sensual dance they were in accustomed.

Y/N's entire body seemed to light up, she felt so warm and so alive, it was as if she had awakened from a deep, cold sleep.

Their kiss became more desperate, causing him to press her against any surface he could find in the dark, which ended up being the club wall itself.

Completely panting, they separate, he even takes her lips in one last kiss before touching their foreheads.

“I've been thinking about you every second.” he spoke quietly and Y/N kept her eyes closed, her legs still wobbly. “I can’t live without you, Y/N.”

She smiled sideways, put her hands on his shoulders and then opened her eyes, looked at his red and swollen lips before moving up to his eyes, Junmyeon looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

“I could be making the biggest mistake of my life.” She sighed, reaching up to caress his face when she saw him frown. “But if I had to choose you a thousand times, I would.”

He smiled restrainedly.

“It was always you, Junmyeon. Always."

“You’re my eternal love,” he said firmly. “And you always will be.”

She smiled before pulling his face for another kiss that wouldn't be the last that night.

Was it wrong? Maybe, but everything she believed in didn't make any difference when she was with him or thinking about him.

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[spacequokka]

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“I love you.” Junmyeon watched you pitter around in the kitchen.

“So?” You didn’t even pause, completely absorbed in your mission to find a saucepan.

Though it stung to hear you so casually toss away his feelings, he pressed on. “I thought you should know.”

This time you looked at him with confusion and concerned etched into your pretty features. “But Jun, you love everybody. We all know that.”

It took him a second to process your statement, then it clicked. “No, my love for you is different.”

You crossed your arms and pursed your lips. “Oh really? Let me guess. You trust me with Byul or house sitting? Maybe give me a kidney if I were dying?”

He smiled wryly and shook his head. “No. I mean something along the lines of moving in together. Marriage, kids, growing old together kind of love.”

Your jaw dropped, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit it delighted him. “But we’re not even dating!”

“So let’s change that.” He came around the counter and took your trembling hands in his. “Right here. How does a dinner date sound?”

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[imaginidol]

Sehun: Breakup Texts

Sehun sat in between Suho and Baekhyun—on Minseok’s couch—playing a few rounds of Mario Kart with the rest of his members.

“You suck, Baek,” Suho muttered from his breath, watching in annoyance as he crossed 8th place in the final run as Baekhyun finished with 1st.

“Ha! Told you that you guys can’t beat me. Try me, try me!” Baekhyun excitedly turns to Sehun. “Sehun, race me next.”

Suho passed the controller to Sehun, but Sehun stood up and gave it to Chanyeol instead.

“What? Are you leaving?” Baekhyun asked his younger friend.

“No, but I really have to use the bathroom. I’ll race you when I get back,” he responded, giving Baekhyun a reassuring nod.

Baekhyun nodded and excitedly started punching Chanyeol’s thighs as the next round of Mario Kart begun.

Sehun excused himself and started walking out into Minseok’s hallway. When he approached the bathroom door, however, someone was ready inside.

“Hey,” Sehun lightly pounded the door, “hurry up in there!”

Suddenly, a faint buzz tickled the side of his thigh. He reached his hand into his pocket, searching for his phone.

[New Message: My Love 💞]

Sehun exhales deeply as he opens your text, realizing it was pretty late and you were probably asking where he was.

“Oh?”

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a dull, rather empty message with the single few words that made a chill run down his spine:

[My Love💞: Sehun, I think we should breakup]

What!? Sehun feels his heart skip several beats as he feels his emotions drop immediately, both in fear and of confusion.

[Sehun: Call me.]

Sehun worriedly looked around the hallway and quietly made his way into Minseok’s empty, dark bedroom. The EXO boys were still howling in the living room, and no one seemed to notice him slip away.

[My Love💞: I can’t. I don’t want to say it again. I prefer saying it over text.]

Sehun rubbed a sweaty hand over his neck, not knowing what to say or how to properly react.

[Sehun: Why are you doing this?? Is this a prank? You know I don’t like pranks like these…]

A few seconds passed before another notification from you ensued.

[My Love💞: Please don’t ask questions. It’s a personal decision.]

[Sehun: You can’t just leave me without an explanation... is it something I did? At least give me some sort of closure?]

[My Love💞: Sehun don’t ask me anything, please]

[Sehun: but we were so happy together. We were so healthy together.]

[Sehun: Or am I wrong, were you not happy…?]

[Sehun: please answer me, say anything… is it something I can fix!?]

[Sehun: you can’t just leave me like this!?!?]

[Sehun: please??….]

Sebum’s heart was racing, and he kept refreshing your messages awaiting any response. His anxiety slowly started kicking in as the minutes passed with no response from you.

[My Love💞: <is typing…>]

[My Love💞: I’ve taken most of my things from the apartment. I’m leaving tonight.]

Sehun felt overwhelmed, covering his mouth with his right hand and looking around Minseok’s room for a tissue box. Thankfully, the boy kept one in the top cabinet of his nightstand.

Sehun reached for the box and lifted a tissue paper up to his face. Almost immediately, the silent tears started rolling from his reddening eyes.

[Sehun: please tell me at least why?]

[Sehun: you’re the only one I love. This is unexpected for me too, please understand it]

[Sehun: it’s bad enough you’re breaking up with me over text, but if it’s a problem we can fix I’ll work hard for us to get better]

[My Love💞: <is typing…>]

[My Love💞: Sehun. Gosh. I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE]

[My Love💞: there, I said it. I never meant to purposely go out of my way to cheat on you, but it just sort of happened…]

[My Love💞: but you can’t even get mad at me because I see you so little since you’re always so busy and you’re always under so much scrutiny. I can’t take it Sehun, I can’t take your lifestyle as a kpop artist anymore. I can’t be your secret partner forever anymore!]

[My Love💞: the hiding in public, the way I have to ignore you so as to not raise suspicion, the way I have to wait around for your schedules to clear up except you’re ALWAYS busy. what am I to you? How have we even made it this long? I feel like I barely even know you!]

[My Love💞: Gosh, sorry, I didn’t even mean to lash out. I wanted to end things quickly. I wanted to be yours, with no risk of damaging an image or reputation attached. I wanted us to work, but it’s impossible because I don’t want to mess your career up. You don’t deserve it.]

[My Love💞: let’s just end it here and please block my number and I’ll block yours]

[My Love💞: don’t text me anymore]

Sehun read the last texts from you over and over again, his throat tightening more and more. The tears rolled harder, the muffled sobs grew more desperate for you.

It happened again. Again.

Another relationship I couldn’t save.

[Sehun: I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.]

[My Love💞: <is typing…>]

[My Love💞: don’t make this harder than it already is. I won’t respond anymore.]

Sehun closed the chat and turned off his phone, wanting to desperately fling it across the room, but also feeling a need to hold onto it in case you would text him again.

But you didn’t.

Sehun sat hunched over at the edge of Minseok’s bed, elbows against his knees and hands covering his face.

The first soft whimpers of pain escaped his lips. He wept angrily at himself, not you. What could he have possibly done differently? Wasn’t the relationship going well?

‘I can’t take your lifestyle as a kpop artist anymore!”

Your heavy words repeatedly lingered on in his head. He quietly detested himself for not noticing the signs of your distance sooner.

But perhaps you were right. How could have he noticed you were escaping from his arms, anyway?

The last time you’d spoken was… almost eight days ago!

How do I fix myself? How do I fix my career? How can I live a normal life without having to hide the most important parts of myself from my own supporters!?

Sehun is too deep in his own sorrowful thoughts to notice when Minseok walks in.

“Sehun? Oh, I figured you’re in here— I’m sorry, have I interrupted something? Are you okay?”

Minseok quickly walks up to his younger friend and sits gently next to him at the edge of the bed, patting his back gently and waiting for the younger boy to speak up.

Sehun says nothing, but looks down at his phone and opens your chat again. He motions the last few messages to his older friend.

“Sehun,” Minseok reaches over to hug his younger friend, letting him calm down in his arms. “I’m here, I’m ready to listen if you need me to.”

Sehun wipes the last of his tears and shuts his phone off.

Eleven months gone to waste. I’m surprised we even lasted this long.

“Minseok,” Sehun quietly whispers, “can I ask you something?”

Minseok nods.

“Being a kpop artist was never easy. But… when does it get easier? You lose people you love because of the backlash you get from… from anything, really. But I don’t want to hide the most important parts of me anymore. What can we do?”

Minseok sighed, smiling up at his friend.

“This is more of a conversation you could one day have with Jongdae,” he smiled. “because I’m sure it was never easy for him to tell the world about his new family.”

“But,” Sehun frowned, “he got so much backlash for it. Why? Why can’t we just—“

“Sehun,” Minseok whispers, “regardless of what you do or don’t do with your life, those who truly love you will stand by whatever it is that you decide to take on next. Just as long as your choices are healthy. I’d rather get backlash for breaking out of this rigged kpop-image box and be at my happiest with one pure supporter, than to be withheld in this unhealthy parasocial image and wishing things were different.”

Sehun nods. “It… it sounds like Jongdae’s case has already started to break us from the box then, huh?”

Minseok smiled, nodding gently. “Soon, you will be able to say and share these important things in your life and not risk losing them or your career, because… well, because things will get better. Things will always get better. You’ll break the box one day, Sehun. You just have to take it one day at a time.”

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[jonglo]

[18:00]

Sitting in a dimly lit restaurant with Junmyeon as you both stare at the menu intently. You can hear him faintly hum to himself as he takes in the many options.

"What do you think about this one?" Junmyeon mutters softly, pointing at a lobster and steak mix near the top of the menu.

You hum in response and nod slightly before focusing your attention on his face. His eyebrows are furrowed as he leans into the menu as if it will help him pick any faster. He presents the menu item to himself before muttering a quiet "no." or "maybe?" The silence between you two was thick but comfortable, guiding a conversation of its own.

"Being boring today?" he asks suddenly, breaking the silence, without removing his attention from the menu. "Boring" referencing your lack of diversity when it comes to ordering food.

"Yea.." you reply with a chuckle before placing down your menu and focusing on him. "Im getting a wagyu burger." You watch as he rolls his eyes playfully, before continuing to take in the full menu.

In the end, he ordered the same exact entree as you. Solemnly enjoying your "boring" taste for the rest of the night.

(This is quick sorry! I have a Baek imagine coming soon. Hopefully tomorrow?)

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