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rasparagus · 11 months

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nerd bf!wonwoo headcannons

content/warnings: gn!reader, university!au, swearing, a suggestive line but nothing explicit, mentions of drinking/being drunk but nothing crazy or gross, all fluff just fluff

@cheolsblackgf gala my gala thank you for requesting im flattered u thought i could do the request justice and i had a lot of fun with this hehe muah

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oddly enough you two meet at a party

you meet bc seungkwan from statistics invites you to one of sigma lambda tau's frat parties

you are, of course, a little tipsy

so when seungkwan introduces you to his comp sci frat brother wonwoo, you hop at the opportunity to divulge how bad you are at the stat program you’re forced to use

seungkwan, being the lovely wingman he is, is absolutely thrilled to make wonwoo promise to tutor you

to which he responds…”i don’t know if i’ll really be much help but…sure?”

he’s practically blushing and giggling the whole time, partly because you’re fun and hot and partly because wow where are all these compliments coming from

and of course wonwoo is a huge help because he’s a genius and always downplays his talents

and then he asks you out like a gentleman and you start dating and its bliss, obviously

let’s talk about his little habits

he literally never brags about his knowledge

even if he has a huge accomplishment, you will never find out unless there’s some public announcement about it

apparently he won the highest coding competition in your university but you don’t know until you see his face on the front of the fucking university paper?? (seriously, how does he manage to be an active member of a frat, hang out with you, and do all this other shit)

and you text him a photo of it with a question mark

and he just laughs it off like “oh yeah that’s the coding project i told you i had to work on last saturday lol”

you think its because he’s humble but it’s really just because he’s shy when you dote on and compliment him (which is proven when you buy him a little cake and he can barely meet your eyes)

its the same when you visit his room in the frat house for the first time as well

you walk in his room and he’s all ready to watch a movie and play mario kart and, you know, hopefully…get to other things…

and mingyu has fully put his noise cancelling headphones in because wonwoo has been kind enough to warn the person he shares a wall with!

but all mingyu can hear through his headphones is you screaming “what the hell, how are you so damn talented?” upon seeing every plaque, trophy, and certificate he’s won while being in college

and then he reminds you that you have just as many awards for your major and activities

and you merely side eye him for the betrayal of hiding his nerdiness from you

well, he may not brag, but his nerd tendencies are certainly not hidden

this man is not a literature major OR minor but he takes at least one literature class a year because he has the extra credits and he just fucks with reading like that

you know when he’s stolen a book from you to read because any new word that you have highlighted suddenly starts popping up in his vocabulary

also, wonwoo does NOT play about finals season

he always gets to the library much earlier than you, managing to grasp a decent study room

he leaves a little breakfast sandwich in your spot for when you arrive

if you’re going to study with him, you’re going to study, okay?

if you’re talking nonsense and trying to show him tiktoks during the allotted study time he deadass just will not respond to you

if you leave the study room for one singular second he’s taking your phone and hiding it (he will give it back when the pomodoro timer goes off!)

the one concession is when he sees you dozing off and he knows ur trying your hardest to study. but he pats your head and tells you to get a little nap instead of forcing yourself to study

last but not least

you’re very grateful that he’s in a frat

because it means you have a close, nice place to stay when you wanna get silly and drunk and rowdy with his frat bros and all your friends

and the two of you can leave whenever you want (after he makes sure all your friends are safely tucked in their ubers <3) and go up to his room and play, quite possibly, the most fun game of pubg in your life

and his face is flush and his laughs are loud and you smile because he’s in his happy place and he smiles because you’re his happy place

a/n: i’ve never done a headcannon before and i think i made this too long lol. consider it a treat

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rasparagus · 11 months

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gym rat bf!mingyu

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: exercise, mentions of food and eating (trigger warning: chicken breast :/ ), the word slut is used to describe mingyu (affectionately), talk of mingyu’s muscles, no mention of reader’s body

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the two of you meet through a mutual friend who goes to the same gym with you guys

at first you really just like mingyu’s energy so you categorize him in your mind as a new good gym friend

he seems to know exercises really well and is there to spot you whenever you add weight to your sets

he reminds you of a lot of your other gym friends in the way he’s super encouraging and always excited and quick to congratulate others’ accomplishments

but one day he’s spotting you for squats and you’ve really overestimated how much you could lift that day

and you’ve barely made it to the 5th rep and your muscles are straining, your face is clenching, and you can slowly feel the bar slipping

and mingyu notices right away and does his job as a spotter to slowly help the weight out of your hands

and you’re crouched down out of equal parts exhaustion, disappointment, and embarrassment

and as you stand up you feel mingyu’s hand softly cover your forehead while his other hands gently pushes you back, closer to his own frame

you realize he’s ever so kindly prevented you from hitting your head on the bar

even though its something you would’ve expected any friend to do, there’s something about the warmth of his hands and the way he shields your body with his own that has your heart fluttering

and you go home that night screaming into the group chat about your new gym crush

and somehow the word gets around from your two best friends (that also frequent that gym) to the bigger gym group

and a little birdie with a big mouth (soonyoung) tells your friends that a certain mingyu feels the same way…

so of course meddling ensues, but you couldn’t be more grateful bc it gives you your loving boyfriend mingyu

in the gym mingyu is lowkey a menace once the two of you become official

forces you to be in his slutty little gym mirror selfies

takes pictures of your strained lifting face whenever you’re doing a really heavy set (and then proceeds to harass you by texting it to you at 2am at least twice a month) (also makes it your contact photo)

is very attentive to your form. even if you’re an experienced gym-goer yourself he keeps an eye on you just to make sure you’re working the muscles you want and aren’t hurting yourself

he likes to think he’s a tough coach but really if u give a little pout when he suggests upping the weight on a machine/bar, he will immediately fold

outside of the gym, he’s generally just a very generous boyfriend

loves planning proper dates and spending the whole day out with you just hopping place to place

he just has an unbridled amount of energy so in the span of one day he wants to take you to the movies then shopping then lunch then dessert then a walk in the park etc etc

he loves to say you guys are gonna go get a sweet treat when really he means he’s going to buy you a sweet treat while you watch him guzzle down the driest chicken breast he’s been keeping in his bag all day (he pouts when u gag as if he’s not committing heinous crimes before you)

but it’s okay bc your heart gets full every time you get to eat a proper tasty meal with him, especially if you two were able to cook it together

loves to compare the size of his biceps to mundane objects to impress you

but ultimately knows that as fun and hot and cool (and for some reason tempting for you to bite?) his muscles are, they are not particularly comfortable to lie on

so every time he catches you falling asleep on his arm for a nap while you watch a movie, he’s careful to place a blanket gently beneath your head

but he makes sure to drape his hand over yours so you still get the touch you both crave

and each time, you wake up to him giving an endeared smile on his face, daring to pull you snug against him once he knows you’re awake again

a/n: guys turns out this headcannon format is kinda fun…hope ur enjoying reading them as much as i do writing them. plus im able to get them out so much faster than a drabble tbh. even tho honestly this is just a drabble in bullet points

be sure to reblog and send in asks!

(also requests are open)

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rasparagus · 4 months

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bf!changmin headcannon

warnings: nothing, i don’t think

wc: 480, short and sweet

a/n: hi divas, i write for the boyz as well now. im really into q right now so here’s a little headcannon muah muah. i haven’t seen nearly as much the boyz fics as i expected there to be so im here to fill a q-shaped hole in tumblr <3

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is so sweet but has a habit of just being effortlessly fine

like there’s no reason why you should be getting flustered while he helps you clasp on your bracelet

but there’s something about the way he flexes his hand and arm while doing it that has you kind of gasping for air, if you’re honest

but then turns around and makes you question why you even speak to him in the first place

like he sends you the rankest, scariest videos and memes

likes sending you tiktoks of that guy who makes meals in hotel bathroom sinks

loves to send it when you’re right across the table from him

so he can set up for the perfect candid of your shocked face

and then set it as your contact picture

as much as he loves a good joke and tease, he’s very good at knowing when you’re not in the mood

is very good at reading emotions

and really has forced you to become a better communicator as well

one, because he always asks you to verbalize your issues. two, he’s rarely one to escalate an argument. and three, you really just refuse to be angry at a face as cute as his.

his love language is buying you trinkets

some boys buy you flowers, changmin buys you a tiny little guy that he expects you to clasp to your wallet

you have a corner of your desk in your apartment dedicated to every trinket, figurine, or tiny animal that he’s gotten u

when he sees it when you invite him over, he just smiles, pats your head, and gives you a forehead kiss

before he calls you his little obsessed loser <3

but really he’s the obsessed loser and everyone around you (including you) kinda knows it

bc why else would he greet you with your favorite boba order every time he sees you, regardless of the occasion

and why else would he get his driver’s license and then proceed to only drive you around, rejecting every time sunwoo requests changmin to drive him somewhere

changmin claims sunwoo is going to ruin your spot :(

among his members, you both are known as the absolute cutest and most stable couple

everything about you guys screams together forever

from the ways that you two seem attached at the hip, always aiding the other person with a task or seriously discussing some freaky internet trend or history that only you two know about

(which somehow always gets photographed and sent to the group chat somehow)

to the way that despite how open both of you are with all of your friends

there’s still a layer of mystique to your relationship, with so much of your relationship seeming to exist within a world that only the two are privy to, not having the faculties or desire to share it with anyone else

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rasparagus · 2 years

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little secrets

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k (basically)

summary: a night routine with vernon. you both are very normal and super discreet about how much you love each other.

extra stuff: established relationship, no plot, not even a little bit. slice of life (?)

the moment you hear the shower turn off, you drag yourself from the comfort of vernon’s bed and head toward the bathroom to do your night routine, tired but eager to spend your final moments of the day with him. as you walk closer to the bathroom, you can hear the music from vernon’s shower playlist blend with his own mindless hums and mumbles. he’s already opened the door, as if to wordlessly invite you inside. the moment you step inside, your first breath is full of steam laced with the scent of sweet citrus soap. vernon looks up from towel-drying his hair to shoot you a sleepy smile and you return the gesture. with his music continuing softly in the background, the two of you commence your night routine, exchanging details about each person’s day in the process.

i. teeth brushing

both of your tired eyes, drained by the day’s work and responsibilities, meet in the mirror as you begin softly brushing your teeth. despite the obvious exhaustion in his face, you don’t miss the fondness in vernon eyes as he assesses your figure in the mirror. considering it’s one of the few tasks that prevents coherent speech, though, vernon’s attention drifts a bit from you and more toward his playlist as the seconds pass, closing his eyes when the next song starts to play. when he bobs his head, almost like he’s completely alone, you can’t help but giggle through the foaming toothpaste in your mouth. when the chorus plays, you start to hum along and he almost immediately snaps back to reality.

“you know this song?” you can barely understand him through his vigorous tooth-brushing. he had every right to be surprised. it was an obscure song—the artist had less than 20,000 monthly listeners on spotify—yet you were humming along as if it was a top 40 hit that you’ve heard in every department store. you shrug your shoulders before rinsing your mouth to answer properly.

“kinda. you played it in the car once and i liked it. it’s catchy, you know?” that might have been a bit of an understatement. he played it on the way back from a special, late-night exhibition at a science museum that you two had attended, and maybe you’d added it to your playlist the second he dropped you off at your apartment. perhaps the song reminded you of the best parts of that night—from vernon’s ramblings about how the laws of the universe manifest in relationships (with some surprisingly astute points that made you revisit a few philosophy books in your collection) to the way the humid night breeze left his soft hair fluttering in every direction. it’s on the playlist you listen to most frequently, so you hear it at least once a day, and each time it reminds you of the night you realized you’d be infatuated with him forever. it’s possible that this could be the case.

(vernon knows none of this, of course. that is, until you share your spotify wrapped with him in december and that song is your third most-listened-to track. you tell him the full story at that point, thinking it will make a tender moment. which it does. a really big, dumb, blinding smile spreads on his face and he teases you for being hopelessly in love with him.)

“well if you like this one i have a whole album that you’ll love. i’ll show it to you before we go to sleep.”

ii. face washing

when you reach in your small toiletries pouch to exchange your toothbrush for your skincare, you realize you forgot to pack your facial cleanser. you blow a long huff of air from your lips in mild frustration at the idea that your consistent, precise routine would be interrupted and replaced with whatever vernon had on hand.

“can i borrow your cleanser tonight?” you ask reluctantly.

“of course,” he answers instinctively. when he opens his cabinet, though, you don’t miss the way his hands pause and he gives a short glance your way, as if debating whether to give it to you or not. he avoids your eyes when he pulls out the familiar bottle and passes it to you. it’s the product you’ve been using for years, the product that is sitting idle in your own bathroom cabinet. there’s no way vernon, would know this, though, you reason. you’ve never had a reason to tell him what products you use, and this cleanser is far from a common household item—you’d only found out about it through some small skincare forum in like 2016, and you can only order online directly from the manufacturer. somehow you doubt it’s come into his possession by pure coincidence.

“how’d you know i use this?”

“oh,” he clears his throat. “remember, i had to use it once when i spent the night at your place. i liked it better than the one i was using so i just ordered it.” it certainly is not because ever since he leaned in for your first kiss he’s been wanting to find the source of the faint eucalyptus scent that always seems to be present whenever he gets close enough to indulge in it. and it definitely isn’t because after deducing that it wasn’t your signature perfume or lotion or shampoo he was certain that he’d been imagining it the entire time. but the night you let him use your cleanser, it’s like he was magically cured of whatever ailment made him so curious to know the intricacies of your aroma. it’s certainly not true that he couldn’t even admit to himself the struggle (and sheer amount of money) that it took for him to find and purchase this, so he most certainly wouldn’t admit it to you right now. it has nothing to do with that at all.

you can tell there’s more to it than he’s letting on, but looking at the way his gaze continues to fall slightly below your eyes rather than into them, you decide to spare him the embarrassment of making him admit how much he thinks of you.

“if you liked it so much you should’ve told me! i guess we both know they can be hard to find and they sell out fast, so i’ll buy extras next time.” you smirk at him and he playfully shoves you with his shoulder.

(his admission comes a few months later when you decide to alter your skincare routine a little bit. you’re walking along the river after a lunch date and when your surroundings seem sufficiently secluded, he throws his long arm over your shoulders and gives you a loving peck on your forehead. before he can even register how odd he sounds, he asks if you’ve switched your face cleanser, to which you say yes while subconsciously pulling out your phone to check for a dry patch or breakout. he picks up on your sudden self-consciousness and quells it by telling you his love for the now-absent eucalyptus scent that normally is all over your face. you don’t switch up your cleanser again after that.)

a/n: im sorry that i am incapable of writing something with a plot. i am simply a sucker for fluff and also when i write plot it usually is not something im proud of (still read bus stop on main st tho bc i put a lot of mental effort in trying to have a semblance of storytelling). anyways this was just self-indulgent a little bit. i really love vernon. i totally didn’t make him use citrus soap bc i use citrus soap. i also am not crazy about the name of this fic but pls just go with it i never know what to name things. i tried to proofread this but it is likely i have typos or something, so tell me if u notice anything.

feel free to reblog and send in asks to give feedback. also, requests are open.

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rasparagus · 2 years

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just for you

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

It’s one of the rare occasions when Vernon just has an entire free day so you both agree for him to stop by your place in the morning so you can spend a full day of lounging and lying lifeless on your couch together. When you hear his soft knock on your door, you rush to open it for him, your socks slipping a bit in your haste. As you let him in you see he has a small white bag in his hand, the label on the side revealing he’d made a recent trip to the electronics store. You silently point at the bag with a curious expression as soon as he sets it on your table.

“Just a little gift for you.”

“It’s not my birthday or an anniversary…” Your eyes narrow as you think of a reason for the present. He squints back at you to mock your suspicious expression. It’s not that Vernon only gives you things on special occasions, but he normally prefers to give you gifts when you’ve explicitly told him you want something, and you don’t recall dropping any sort of hints. You peek in the bag and gasp as soon as you see what’s inside. It’s a pair of headphones identical to the ones hanging on his neck, except yours are white while he sports a black pair.

“Damn,” the simple, yet effectively expressive word erupts from your chest. He snickers at the way you excitedly grab the box and examine every inch of it like it’s your greatest new treasure. “How’d you even know to get these for me.” You look up at him with wide and bright eyes.

“You literally complain about your current ones all the time. Plus, I know you like to sleep with music, and these won’t fall out as easily as your earbuds.” He moves to open the box for you. “The sound quality is insane, too—just listen. It’s like the instruments are in your ears.” As he removes the item from its packaging for you to test them, you get a sudden idea. Without a word you go half-run, half-glide to your room and return with a hefty plastic box.

“What’s that for?”

“Help me decorate them,” you say. You open the box to reveal neat, divided piles of charms, gems, and stickers. He raises an eyebrow at you but complies nonetheless, taking a seat beside you at the table.

The new Netflix show that you and Vernon had originally intended to watch is miles behind you now as the two of you listen to your shared playlist and stick on small hearts and cartoon characters to the large surface of the headphones.

It takes a while, for the two of you stop often to ask the other:

This one’s cuter if it’s crooked, right?

Should I break up the pink with some blue or keep it monochrome?

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

When it seems adequately covered, Vernon holds them up, allowing you both to survey your masterpiece.

“Cute,” you smile, propping your head up against your fist as you lean on the table and declare a job well done. Vernon puts the headphones on your head, pushing a few hairs back in the process.

“Cute, indeed.” He grabs his phone and quickly takes a burst of photos before you can even think to stop him. You lean over to see the pictures he took, only to see him setting a picture to his lockscreen. It’s one from the second you realized he was snapping a photo, and you’re pouting in it.

“It’s time for yours now,” you joke and lightly kick his leg with your socked foot. To your surprise, he removes his headphones from their home on his neck and sets them on the table. “Vernon, I was kidding. We don’t actually have to do yours.”

“Oh, word?” he asks, laughing at his own misunderstanding. “Well, I kinda wanna do it, still.” You smirk.

“Ok so do you want Hello Kitty stickers or Gorrilaz stickers?” you question, already rummaging through the bin.

a/n: well. this is my first official seventeen fic post. as this is my first one it would be really appreciated if you left feedback (good, bad, or otherwise) either via reply, reblog, or asks! i hope you were able to enjoy this and i hope i can write many many more. xoxox

love, ro

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rasparagus · 2 years

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scream!

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

summary: you take a buff guy to a haunted house. he is suddenly not so buff. fluff, halloween themed, whiney cheol

warnings: idk, fake blood? this is all very tame

word count: 1.1k, look at me writing something over 1k wow

request: hii ro , this is my first request ever, but like seungcheol n gn!reader at a haunted hotel/house type event??? - @strawberri-uyu

a/n:more notes at the end but just wanna say thank you nico for the request xoxo hope you like it

every year, halloween is a holiday that you must celebrate to the fullest. you dedicate unreasonable amounts of time and care to the plastic spiders skewed about your apartment and jack-o-lanterns full of the best candy left outside your door all week for the kids in the building. you’ve marked your calendar with all the parties you’ve been invited to, and the four different costumes you’ve prepared are hung neatly and safely in your closet waiting to be shown off.

this time last year, you and seungcheol were newly dating, so you’d spent most of the holiday festivities during october with your friends, only meeting him and his absurdly large friend group at a bar halloween night. since then, you’ve had the chance to wrap him up in your numerous halloween plans, the first of which is a haunted house. from the time seungcheol picks you up until you’re waiting in line, it’s hard to contain your excitement.

“you’re really excited for someone who’s gonna be running out the exit door in a few minutes,” seungcheol tease.

“excuse me? sorry, cheol, but you’re literally so easily scared. i’m a pro. halloween is, like, my thing.”

“ok, yeah, maybe i am a little bit of a chicken,” he takes care to emphasize the way he says ‘little.’ “all i’m saying is i bet you won’t last the whole thing without freaking out.”

“put your money up, then,” you challenge, giving him a smirk. he nods as a bites his lip and pushes a stray hair from his face. you swear you can see his chest puff out and his chin get a little higher. you do the same in an attempt to show your brazen confidence.

when you start walking through the house, you think it’s mid-tier at best. the spider webs look like elementary art projects, the blood on the walls are too scarlet to even feel real, and you swear you can hear some of the actors talking about their next break in the room over. oh but seungcheol? you’d think he was transported right onto elm street. his normally broad shoulders have narrowed themselves and he’s hunched down a good three inches shorter than his normal height. despite the obvious fear in his body, he’s still giddy. he’s smiling so hard you can see his gums, and every time you look over to observe his face, his eyes are glimmering.

“are you actually scared already?” you ask him. “we’ve barely even started.”

“what do you mean,” he whines and leans a little into your side. “it’s kinda creepy, admit it.”

you hum mockingly in response, walking further down the halls. it isn’t until you’re fully enveloped in darkness that your heart starts to beat a little faster and suddenly seungcheol’s embrace starts to feel a lot more comforting. he shoots you an i told you so, but the two of you keep moving nonetheless.

as you approach the last room of the house, your confidence is through the roof. your posture has straightened, your face is decorated with a wide smile, and you’ve even taken time to admire the creepy 17th century paintings—rather than merely looking straight ahead for the nearest door.

when your attention focuses away from the spookily ornate walls, you realize you’re walking past a guy writhing on the floor. you’re not sure what he’s supposed to be exactly. a zombie? a patient of sorts? all you know is he’s crawling around with blood on his face. you decide the best course of action is to ignore him, so you do. you direct seungcheol to walk a little off to the left in order to avoid the actor. as you do so the actor’s hand shoots out at your ankle with needle-like precision. as soon as his fingertips reach your skin, your heart leaps and your amygdala is in full force. for the first time in the night, you let out an oscar-worthy scream that shocks you just as much as everyone else in your vicinity. your knees give out briefly and seungcheol pulls you up immediately. your brain is so filled with fear sirens that you actually miss the way his thick arms feel as he lifts you to your feet. you don’t, however, miss the way he starts laughing hysterically as your misery. with one hand on your chest and the other squeezing the life out of seungcheol’s arm, you hobble to the exit, which is thankfully very close.

as soon as you see the door you lunge toward it, bringing a still-laughing seungcheol flying along with you. not even ten seconds after you’ve exited, seungcheol is clicking his tongue and smugly looking toward the night sky.

now it’s your turn to whine. “save it, cheol.” you peel yourself away from his side to save a sliver of dignity.

“and somehow i was the one labelled a chicken. i think you literally left bruises on me!” he lifts up his sleeve to show off the nail-shaped crescents you left on his arm. “look! look!” he repeats as he contorts his face in the most pained pout he can muster.

“you don’t understand. i was literally attacked in there!” you defend, barely containing your own laughter.

“no, no. don’t try to explain yourself; the damage is done.” you pout and he giggles, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “that’s what i’m here for anyway. big, strong cheol to save the day.” he flexes his free arm.

“let’s not forget how scared you were in there.” you begin to mock his whines and squeals from earlier in the night.

“okay, okay. how about we both agree to let each other live this down and just take that bet money and grab a milkshake, yeah?” you can’t help letting a lovesick, jolly chuckle out from your chest as nod your head and seungcheol leans in to kiss your cheek, sealing the deal.

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a/n part 2 blah blah: thanks for reading muah. i tried to make this as seungcheol-y as possible (characterization-wise) and I’m not sure how successful it was. pls let me know. but also if your criticism is mean don’t let me know bc u will never see me again and that is actually a very real promise lmao. just…if something in the fic is off let me know nicely pls. also guys…the ending is not my best work i’m sorry hahaha i just wanted to wrap this up and get it out before i procrastinated too hard and halloween was here. also i have insane cramps today. and legend has it reblogging my fics makes the cramps go away….

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rasparagus · 2 years

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intertwined

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 580 on the dot

content warning: mentions of food and eating

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the thing about jeonghan is that for all his nonsensical remarks, relentless teasing, and occasional roasts, he’s an incredibly loving and caring older brother figure to his members. of course you get to witness that firsthand when the two of you start dating. and somehow, slowly but surely he pulls you into his little world, melding his friends and yours, until you can’t really even remember what things were like before you two were official. by now, it’s been years, and you treat everyone in his life as if they’re your own family and vice versa.

naturally, as you both tend to be some of the oldest people among your friends, you realize just how doting and nurturing you guys have been—not only to each other, but also to each other’s friends. you recall a moment when one of your friends went through a tough breakup and to this day she thanks you both for the way you guys comforted her. while you sat beside her on your couch, hugging her and ensuring her of her worth, jeonghan stood patting her head in his typical older brother fashion, chirping in every 2 minutes to threaten to fight her ex or create an elaborate con to mentally scar them for life. later that night you thanked him, expressing how awkward you know that must’ve been for him. to your surprise he responds, “it wasn’t awkward, but even if it was i would’ve done it no matter what. your people are my people.”

and though you’ve never thought of it like that, you suppose you feel the same way. for instance, when you finally moved out of the apartment you shared with roommates to one you lived in alone, you found yourself in a renaissance of new recipes and food ideas. in the beginning, it was instinctual to just send whatever was too much for you to jeonghan. but when you caught wind that every now and then one of the guys (cough, cough, vernon) would eat it all and send his compliments through jeonghan, you switched your routine a bit.

now anytime you’re in the mood to make an extravagant meal you automatically, without second thought, triple the recipe, tailoring it to a flavor you’re sure everyone will like. on the occasions where you cook in jeonghan’s apartment, you find yourself stirring some pot of pasta or stew or whatever the hell with jeonghan clinging to your waist from behind. every now and again he’ll ask to taste it (“just to make sure it’s not poison, duh”), right before slyly declaring that he’s so glad you made 10 extra portions just for him. each time, you turn around in his arms and glare at him while promising to deliver each member’s portion to them, lest he reap the consequences—consequences that you’re sure he’s unafraid of since you’ve yet to actually specify them. still, he places a soft peck on your forehead and promises that all your kiddies will get their meals.

sure enough, a day later you receive a text from dino—sweet, precious dino, your child—with a selfie of him eating your food with a ton of childish, but endearing emojis. you reply merely scolding him for not giving your container back last time, and he continues to butter you up with more “compliments to the chef”. and that’s enough to make you do it again the next time. so, yeah. his people are your people, too.

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rasparagus · 2 years

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the bus stop on main st.

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

summary: you find comfort in the arms of the man you least expect

wc: one word shy of 2.5k

extras: university!au, enemies2lovers (i guess???), comfort fic i suppose, reader is doin a whole lotta cryin, emotionally unaware minghao, lowkey dumb minghao, angst but honestly barely, fluff

His silence mocked you. Sometimes you wish he would spew a mean remark at you, be truly mean to you; instead, his indifference infuriated you, made you feel unworthy of even a fleeting thought in his mind. Even as you sit here now, you know your mind should be celebrating Seungkwan’s achievements, but your mind can’t help but wander to Minghao’s smug expression.

You remember when you first met him. Minghao, Seungkwan, Chan, and you all sat near each other in a French culture class your freshman year, and naturally when finals season came you guys begrudgingly formed a study group together. Yours and Minghao’s obvious knowledge for the subject prompted the other two to seek guidance from you both. And to be fair, you were happy to help. You had been looking to diversify your friend groups beyond your old high school classmates and the people on your dorm room hallway. It seemed everyone else felt the same—except Minghao.

The first time you guys met for a study session, you and Joshua arrived to the study room first. Your enthusiastic greeting was met with a dry “Hi,” and any attempt at small talk was thwarted by short, uninteresting responses. Every conversation you had with him gave you the impression that he was perpetually trying to stop talking to you as soon as possible.

“I’m not surprised you and I are the first ones here,” you’d said. “Seungkwan and Chan can’t be on time to save their lives. I mean, haven’t you noticed they always show up to class at least five minutes late. And they don’t even walk together!”

“I tend to pay attention to the professor, not them.” You halted your giggles and cleared your throat.

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, averting your eyes from him as he peeked at you above the frame of his glasses. Even after the two younger guys showed up, you couldn’t help your face from feeling warm and your hands from shaking whenever you needed to explain a topic.

But that was a year and a half ago. Over time, as the group began to hang out beyond study sessions, the embarrassment dissolved into resentment. Who was he to make you feel inferior? Why should you feel like you’ve been put under a microscope every time you make a silly joke around him? You reasoned that if he would ignore you, you could do the same. This behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Chan and Seungkwan who, both being mood-makers, made it their mission to relax the tension during every group interaction, only to be met with childish silence.

You manage to snap yourself back into reality and away from thoughts of Minghao and his off-putting attitude. It’s the night of Seungkwan’s choral ensemble performance, and he’s invited you, along with a ton of his other friends, to his apartment to celebrate. You’d noticed a few familiar faces upon arriving and chose to sit in the open space between Nayeon and Soonyoung on the couch, catching up with the two friends who you’ve missed due to all of your busy schedules. As soon as your eyes had landed on Minghao sitting on the ground next to a taller man in glasses, your grin momentarily fell and since then, you’ve been making a conscious effort to keep your eyes on the other half of the room.

When a game of Cards Against Humanity breaks out, you roll your eyes at the cliche party game, but you’re excited to take your mind off of him. Unfortunately, you find yourself taking every turn of his as an opportunity to passive-aggressively place the most insulting card, ignoring every other offensive or taboo card in your hand. And each time, without fail, he manages to pick your card as the winner, despite the anonymity of the cards. You brush off each win with a snarky remark.

“God, how do you manage to win every single time Minghao is the card czar?” Seungcheol asks, throwing his hands in the air with exaggerated exasperation. “Is your humor that similar?”

“You’ll start winning when you really mean what you put down.” Everyone laughs in response, glancing at the white card on the coffee table. Minghao glares at you in response.

A few more rounds go by and you casually pull your phone out, lazily scrolling through Instagram as every one else shuffles to find an appropriate card. Dino begins to grab the white cards when your thumb stops in its tracks, as your eyes zero in on your ex’s latest Instagram post. Jaehyun is looking lovingly into the eyes of his new partner, with his gently draped across their shoulder. They look happy in a way you never were with him, in a way that you doubt you’re capable of being with anyone. Suddenly, Seungkwan’s living room feels a lot smaller and the air seems a lot thinner. Dino’s comments about this being a throwaway round bring your attention back to the scene in front of you, but your mind refuses to focus on the task at hand. You shove the phone back in your pocket and try to play the next few rounds with the same smile and wit you had before, but your brain is incapable of forming any funny quips. When Minghao’s turn comes and you don’t win the round, a few people joke at your lack of focus; you just shrug and laugh weakly. You don’t even make it a full ten minutes before you excuse yourself in a small voice, saying you need to catch some sleep so you can wake up for an early-morning study session. Minghao eyes you suspiciously as you stand and leave the group while everyone whines at you to stay just one more round. You give Seungkwan your well wishes and leave early, repeating you excuse incessantly, despite his obvious concern.

“Did something happen?”

You can only find it in yourself to apologize to the host profusely while quickly backing up toward the door. When you walk out you gasp in the humid air, placing your hands on your knees as if you’d just trudged through a marathon. The sun is almost fully set and a misty rain has begun to fall. You start to make the trek back to your own apartment, kicking rocks on the sidewalk as you start your journey.

By the time you make it to the bus stop, you’re practically sobbing, and you have to force yourself to quiet down every time a stranger passes you. This is the bus stop you used to meet Jaehyun at to walk to campus together. The bus stop where your past lover begged you to believe his loyalty to you despite the clear video’s you’d seen of him kissing another person at some small, dingy house party. The same person whose pretty face stared back at you in his Instagram post. You don’t blame his new partner, and you feel icky for even being slightly envious of them. You know you’re better without him, but you can’t help the suffocating feeling in your chest. Feeling the cold metal of the bench causes the memories to feel ten times more vivid, and your sobs grow more uncontrollable. Since you’ve started walking the misty rain has begun to fall in steady, fat drops. You pull the hood of your jacket taut against your head and look down at your hands, both in self-pity and in an attempt to avoid getting rain in your eyes.

“What the hell? What are you doing out here?” Perfect timing. The one who would revel in your pain most is here to see you at your worst.

“Be real. Am I pathetic?” Instead of responding with a simple yes and moving forward like you expected him to, Minghao takes a seat next to you, leaving less than an inch between his thigh and yours. He moves the umbrella he’s holding to cover your body.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“‘Cus I feel pretty fuckin’ pathetic right now. And you may hate me, but at least you’re honest.”

“Well, no, I don’t think you’re pathetic,” he says. There’s an unfamiliar affection laced in the way he emphasizes his words.

“I’m sitting here crying over a guy that I haven’t spoken to in months. I don’t even like him as a person anymore, but somehow the thought of him being with someone else hurts like hell.”

“That’s natural. You and Jaehyun dated for like a year. And after what he did to you, it’s probably weird to see him happy with someone else.”

“You’re right,” you agree. You pause mid-nod. “I didn’t know you knew anything about me, let alone my terrible dating history.”

“I’m not completely oblivious to you, you know. The whole reason I followed you out here was because I knew you were lying about that study session. You’ve always been a night studier.” Suddenly, the raindrops falling by his feet seem to be more interesting than your eyes, as he lowers his head to avoid your gaze. “And as far as Jaehyun is concerned, it’s pretty hard to ignore your relationship when I’m beating myself up wishing it was me.”

You wipe your teary eyes with a fist and stare at Minghao, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Are you confessing to me right now?” Your voice raises in pitch.

“I guess I am.” He breathes out an airy chuckle.

“Wow. I thought you hated my guts.”

You start to assess every interaction you’ve had with Minghao since the day you met. Somehow along this trip down memory lane, you think of every moment you brought Jaehyun around. How Minghao always seemed to disappear. How Jaehyun would whisper that some prim-looking guy was eyeing him like he wanted to fight—you attributed to “typical Minghao superiority complex” at the time. In the back of your head, you realize you realize that you may liked him this whole time, too. Despite Minghao’s distance you didn’t miss his loving qualities. You observed constantly how he doted on Seungkwan and Chan, making it his personal responsibility that they stayed fed and passed their classes. You noticed the sketches in his notebook, the intricate lines and colors that bled beautifully into each other, and you thought—just for a second—that this was a man capable of understanding love and pain and joy in a way that you didn’t know was possible. Then, you start to self-reflect. You’re not proud of it, but every time you cracked a joke at lunch, you realize you glanced at him, secretly (a secret to him and your own conscious mind) hoping that it would be the first one of yours that elicited a chuckle from him. Every time you announced an accomplishment in the group chat, the bitterness you felt was not merely anger at Minghao’s lack of response; it was a longing to be congratulated by the one whose words you truly valued. Even tonight while playing cards, in the midst of trying to place the most scathing card, you note the way you had to push down a deep desire to see him smile at your jokes.

“You have a pretty terrible way of showing people you like them,” you sniffle, always willing to take a jab at him even when your head aches from the crying.

“I know,” he says. “I wasn’t trying to come off as rude at first. As soon as you walked in for that first study session freshman year, I knew I liked you. But I don’t know,” he sighs and looks at his hands. “The idea of being open about it scared me. You’re so bright and funny, and I’m generally pretty reserved. I didn’t have the confidence in myself to think you could like me back. I know it sounds stupid but—“

“Yeah, it is stupid.” You both know there’s no true malice in your words.

“But I thought that distancing myself was the easiest way to cope. If I never talked to you then you wouldn’t know that I liked you. And I could watch you be happy from afar in group settings. It was comfortable being a coward. But it hurt both of us more in the long-run.”

“And here I was thinking you were some wise and rational guy. Look at what the heart will make some people do.” You smile and poke his side. He throws an arm over your shoulder and you lean into him comfortably.

“I’m sorry. I really am. It was childish for me to keep this up for so long and probably make you feel bad in the process.”

“You’re right, but I accept your apology. Believe it or not, despite your very awful ways of showing affection, I came to like you, too. You may be bad at processing feelings, but I’m bad at even recognizing mine. Who knew I was capable of liking Xu Minghao?”

“I’m glad you are.”

“Me too.” You give him a cheesy, love-laced grin. In a fit of confidence and recklessness flowing through your veins you crane your neck to give him a peck on the cheek. You watch him closely as plump lips expand into a wide smile and the hand resting on your arm starts to feel a little clammy against your skin. The two of you giggle as if he hadn’t just found you crying yourself into a frenzy.

“They’re gonna make fun of us so bad aren’t they.”

“They’ve been clowning me since they found out I liked you. Which was like a week after we met. So…be prepared for the worst.”

As a silence falls between the two of you, Minghao asks a question that brings your attention back to him.

“Can I walk you to your place tonight?”

“You know how many times I’ve gone home drunk from Seungkwan’s by myself. I’m fine, honestly, you should go back to your place and get some rest. It’s not dangerous, really.”

“I know,” he says, looking up at the darkening sky. “I just don’t wanna leave your side just yet.” Your mouth goes dry and your heart flutters. You nod and give him a fake pout, poking fun at his sudden romanticism.

“Well, since we have so much time on our hands,” you muse. “There’s something I’ve always been interested in about you.” Before Minghao can express his confusion in words you follow up with, “your art.”

He smiles shyly before pulling up a hidden photo album on his phone and scrolls through. You decide not to tease about the impressionist sketches and paintings that anyone could tell were modeled after you. Instead, you find yourself content with being next to him, feeling the warmth of his body, taking in the fresh scent of the rain, and allowing the cool metal of the bus stop bench to take on new memories.

a/n: thanks a lot for all the love on the vernon fic. i wont lie i feel a lot less confident about this one than the vernon one. this plot just felt corny and underdeveloped to me. im still working on my plot writing skills so be patient lol im not used to writing long creative things. this fic was edited in a rush so pls let me know if you see anything that needs to be corrected. this lowkey took a lot out of me since i made myself write and edit it so quickly just to get it out of my brain lmao. anyways, this was originally a joshua fic but something made me make it a minghao fic cus he’s just on the brain these days xoxo.

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rasparagus · 1 year

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evil (not really)

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

summary: joshua bruised your ego bad in high school, and if there’s one thing you can do, it’s hold a grudge.

content: fluff. enemies to lovers. law school! au. featuring some random dude i decided to name sam? mention of drinking (no one actual drinks), this is a um united states law school au because those are the only laws i actually know lmao

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a love letter for heather @seungkwan-s: i’m your secret santa!! i really hope you like this! i enjoyed all the convos we had on anon and I’m hoping that this is a little something you can enjoy xxx

also tagging @cheolsblackgf / @cbgisland bc i guess ur the first person in my permanent taglist now!

joshua was what you liked to call a devastating crush. you know, the type of crush that did something weird and completely ruined your perception of them.

it was freshman geometry and you were, well, an overachiever. you had friends and an active social life, but no one could deny that you were a top tier nerd. every time a question was asked, you were the first to answer, eager to put your mind to use. that is, until you hear joshua mutter “wow so cool” in the most sarcastic tone you’ve ever heard. you whip your head around to see him and his friend jihoon snicker at your expense, either unaware or unbothered that you’d heard them.

all of a sudden joshua was no longer the dreamy, cute, boy of your dreams. he was just a normal, snarky, teenage guy—nothing new. you’re hell bent on holding a grudge, certain that it will bring some cosmic balance to all the time you spent crushing and fawning over him. that bitter taste is left in your mouth all throughout high school, college (surprise, surprise, you both end up going to your area’s top school), and somehow bleeds all the way into the law school. you still distinctly remember sitting in your first property class, pens and highlighters lined up perfectly for organized notes, only to see joshua take sit down a mere two seats away from you.

damn him for looking so good. shouldn’t he be somewhere breaking hearts or stealing candy from babies or something else…devilish?, you think to yourself before swiftly averting your eyes. the image of him in his leather jacket with his hair slicked back perfectly to reveal his now-matured facial structure is seared into your brain.

and he has the nerve, the gall, to ask for a pencil. pfft. you scoff at his unpreparedness, silently wondering how the boy who mocked you for your smarts was somehow sitting in the same graduate program as you. but because you’re feeling saintly, you lend him the pencil anyways. here’s to another fiery three years.

back during your 1L days, you joined a relatively small study group with the hopes that you could stay on top of your studies and maybe gain a few drinking buddies along the way. little did you know, joshua had the exact same plans—with the same people.

if there’s one thing that joshua’s presence is good for, it’s motivation. you both are 2Ls now and you’ve managed to maintain being in the top 20 students in your class—half out of internal dedication and half out of pure, unfiltered spite. every wednesday you sit in a study room with five of your peers, clamoring to be the most helpful, most prepared, most adored. and for the most part it works. but you can still feel the burning tension between you and joshua every time you explain an answer well and everyone praises you but him. or every time jeonghan cracks a clever joke and joshua’s smile falls as soon as you both lock eyes.

sure, it stings a little, but you’re convinced the sweet taste of an A in your research class is good enough to soothe the burn. who needs the attention of one man when you’ve got the respect of the whole department? as far as you’re concerned, those feelings aren’t worth dwelling on.

at least not until finals season comes around. it’s a wednesday evening that looks like every other wednesday night before finals. the study group has met in the library, and everyone’s books, laptops, and coffee cups are strewn about messily across the long table.

the only thing that’s different about this time is there’s a new face: sam. and long story short—you don’t like him. he’s entitled, annoying, and completely arrogant. if being in a study group with joshua for a year was tough, being in a study group with sam for a day was dante’s 9th circle of hell. he’s talking over everyone, disrupting the group synergy, and refusing to take criticism on his definitely wrong answers.

the final straw comes when you’re at your wits end with sam. the six of you are studying perhaps the most important case of the semester, and somehow sam is managing to make it the most difficult task possible. he’s dominating the conversation, and you can tell by the confused look of seungcheol’s and nayeon’s faces that he’s completely confusing everyone. you try to stop this train wreck before it completely ruins everyone’s study progress.

“um, so this case is really about agency deference so we really don’t need to get into court scrutiny right now,” you chime in, desperate to direct the conversation somewhere productive. of course sam would never let that happen so easily.

“well, court scrutiny is really important so we definitely need to touch on that,” sam replies. you take a breath and keep your cool.

“yes, but not for this case.”

“all i’m saying is you seemed pretty lost about scrutiny during your cold call. so…”

you raise your eyebrows at him. surely, he wasn’t speaking to you. surely there had to be someone else in the room that he thought would take his passive aggressiveness. just as you part your lips to give a scathing reply, you hear someone else beat you to it.

“you’re the last person who should be talking about cold calls,” joshua spits back. “we were all there for the ‘i don’t quite know what the basic causes of negligence are’ disaster. i wouldn’t look to you for advice even if i was failing.”

yikes. you do remember sam’s little (very big and embarrassing) cold call hiccup. he definitely made everyone else look really good that day.

sam’s lips tighten into a thin line and his eyes narrow at joshua. “i didn’t know this was a shaming session,” sam says as he begins to pack his belongings is haste. he nearly knocks over your coffee cup while he mumbles to himself about how he’s ‘too good for this study group anyway.’ everyone else smiles in amusement as he walks out of the study room while you’re left bewildered, mouth slightly agape and eyes darting back and forth as if searching for anyone whose just as confused.

the rest of the study session goes on much more smoothly, even as you all have to undo whatever mental and academic damage sam made before he left. you all decide to call it night just shy of midnight, but you still think there’s unfinished business.

“you ready to walk to the parking deck?” nayeon asks you, standing near the study room door.

“go ahead without me. since i was running late, i had to park on the other side of the building.” nayoen’s face shows a bit of concern for you walking alone in the dark.

“don’t worry. i’m parked in the same place. we can walk together,” joshua says, gesturing between you and himself. hmm. you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion.

slowly everyone trickles out after saying their goodbyes until only you and joshua are left in the room. although you wanted to confront him, now that you have the chance your mouth goes dry and you struggle to look him in the eyes. he looks at you with expectation as your voice struggles to produce more than a dull “uhhhh.”

you muster enough brain power to mutter a “thanks?”

“is it a question?” joshua laughs.

“well, can you blame me for being surprised?” you giggle a little with him, the air around you feeling a little less suffocating. “i could’ve handled it myself, you know. but i appreciate you sticking up for me anyways. it’s nice to know i wasn’t the only one annoyed by his antics.” joshua opens the door for you on the way out. that’s new, you think to yourself. you don’t hate it.

“well, i figured i’d chime in for support. plus, who knows how horrified he would’ve been if you’d gotten to snap back at him. you might’ve given the poor guy a heart attack.”

“if i could only be so lucky,” you mumble. he laughs again. you like his laugh. it’s delicate and soft, but full enough to show it’s genuine. “you know, i really thought you hated me. maybe it was all in my head but i feel like you’re always ignoring me or if you are paying attention to me it like…real evil energy.”

“i only acted like that because you hated me. you know sighing whenever we have to work together like it’s the worst thing you could possibly have to do.”

“well don’t we look silly now?” you remark. the two of you have made it outside by now. the air is freezing, and you have to squint your eyes a bit to prevent them from tearing up.

you realize you’ve been competing against, well, no one. except yourself, maybe. competing against whatever feelings you’d been harboring since high school. guess there’s no time better than the present to be honest.

“i’ve just been being petty this whole time. you made a stupid joke back in high school and it hurt my feelings and i just told myself i would hate you forever. but then i think i kinda forgot why i hated you in the first place.”

“well, i will admit. hating you has been quite exhausting. especially since you’re not very hate-able to me.” he punctuates his sentence by pulling your coat hood snug against your head.

“i wholeheartedly agree.” you recognize your heart is beating faster and you’re smiling a little bit too big, but you figure it’s a nice change after all these years.

“after exams are done, do you maybe wanna…hang out a bit and um, resolve some of this ‘evil energy.’ maybe i can cure this tension with some boba.”

“i’d like that very much. and we should probably work on your organization habits while we’re at it. if i see that mess of a notebook on one more wednesday it might be the final straw,” you tease. you opens his mouth to bicker, but you reckon you can get used to it in this context.

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a/n: kinda proud of this. just a little! reblog…or else…anyways. it’s been a minute since i had the time and motivation to make something so i’m happy about this. and i’m excited for the feedback/response to this.

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rasparagus · 2 years

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first place

pairing: kim mingyu x gn!reader

genre: farmer!au, fluff, just cutesy fallin for each other, also food as a familial and romantic love language, grad school!reader

summary: how the cute farmhand a few acres over manages to win your heart and (maybe) a countryside pie contest

word count: 1.5k

content warning: food, lots of it

As much as you love to stare at the wind blowing through the lush, green grass and listen to faint groans and moans of cows in the distance, nothing is beautiful or serene enough to distract you from the sweltering heat right now. You’ve only been outside for a minute, but salty beads of sweat have already disgracefully landed in your eyes, and your light shirt has begun to cling to your back. Just as you’re about to run inside to pop a few ice cubes in your mouth, the grumbling of an old pick-up truck grows louder and louder, and you know the man you’ve been waiting for is here. You wave to him as he slows the vehicle down the long stretch of land leading to your front porch.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me today.”

“How could I forget about you?” Mingyu asks, moving to the bed of the truck to pull out a large bucket of freshly-picked strawberries. You put your arms out to take it from him (like you always do) and Mingyu declines, saying “I’ll put it where you need me to” (like he always does).

While you loved helping tend to your grandparents’ farm, you were a grad student, and your grandparents’ abilities to do the hard physical labor had diminished significantly. When you first decided to live with them, seeing your grandmother’s once agile hands struggle to pick the fruit that filled your childhood stomach shattered your heart. And to make matters worse, your intentions to keep the garden and your nostalgia alive were halted by the flood of work that graduate school entails. Day by day, you watched the crops wilt and dry out, and after a few months you were left to only one jar of your grandfather’s famous jam, which you had loved for decades.

How lucky was it that the couple down the street hired a new farm hand that same month? So lucky it still almost seems fateful to you. Mingyu had introduced himself to your grandparents the week he arrived, as newcomers were rare, and he brought a bucket of fruit as a way to say hello. A few days later you came home to 4 full glass jars of blueberry jam sitting on the kitchen counter, the name Mingyu etched delicately on one the lids. You rushed to hug your grandfather in appreciation, and he brushed it off.

“Don’t thank me, thank Mingyu,” he’d said as he continued reading the newspaper with your arms latched around his neck.

Needless to say, Mingyu was one of your favorite people now. He brings you fruit, you exchange friendly banter, and you give him a jar of jam made from the fruit of the previous week.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” Mingyu questions. The heat has started to show itself on him, as a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead.

“Just a whole lot of prep for the weekly farmer’s market,” you sigh. “They’re having another pie contest this week, and I’ll be damned if mine isn’t number one. What about you?”

“Oh me? Today?” He takes a long, exaggerated breath. “Well, nothing. Just dropping these berries off to you. Worked hard yesterday, so Mr. and Mrs. Lee said I should take today off. Once I drive back to the farm, there’ll be nothing for me to do but pet the dogs and watch the birds.” He eyes are wide and innocent as they look toward the sky, and his lips curl to form a melodramatic pout.

“We may live on the countryside but you do know we get internet here, right?” You say, poking fun at his theatrics. He exaggerates his pout and puppy-like eyes. “Well, since you’ve done me such a favor by bringing this fruit, I suppose I can allow you to spend the day here. After all, I do need a taste-tester for the pies.” His mouth turns into a coy smile, and you can’t help but admire the white canines that show themselves past his lips.

“After you,” he says, gesturing to the front door.

Mingyu follows you into the kitchen and continues to converse with you as you begin wash the fruit and prepare the pie’s ingredients.

“You surely are old fashioned for someone who boasts about internet connection,” he quips, approaching the wooden record player in the corner.

“You must forget I live with a couple in their seventies.” Your back is turned to him, and when you hear an amused huff fall from his lips, you wish you could see his infectious smile. A moment later you hear the soft static of the needle hitting the record, followed by the smooth romantic melody of the vinyl inside.

“Can I make myself useful?” He walks closer to you as you mix the dough, stopping mere inches away as he cranes his neck over your shoulder in curiosity.

“Do you mind pouring the sugar in the bowl with the berries to make the filling, please?”

“No problem, boss.”

You’re hyper-aware of the kitchen’s smallness as your proximity to Mingyu makes you privy to his scent—a woody cologne complemented by his unique summer musk. You’d always been aware of how attractive Mingyu is, but with your busy schedule your brain hadn’t truly had time to process it. To be infatuated with it. There had been no time to observe how delicately and deliberately his hands moved. No time to obsess over the way the veins in his arms showed themselves at the slightest of tension. No time to think of how a man so beautiful had been brought into your life by a mere gesture of neighborhood friendliness. As you watch him in your periphery, you feel gratitude swell in your chest and your throat closes up a little as emotions bubble up inside of you.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Mingyu stops folding the sugar into the berries. You blink and quickly look away from him, clearly failing to hide that you’d been staring.

“No, no that’s perfect, keep going” you respond. A few beats of silence pass. “You know, the very first time you brought those—when you first moved in—I think you reignited a part of me that I thought I’d never get back.” Mingyu stops once again to look at you in confusion, but you continue to focus on kneading the dough, knowing that if you look him in the eyes you physically may not be able to finish what you need to say. “I had never seen my grandfather so happy to just be able to do something as simple as make jam. When our little garden died, I didn’t think I’d witness that again. What you did probably seemed insignificant to you, but your kindness made my grandparents a little brighter. And seeing them like that made me feel like a kid again.” Done with your little speech, you look up at Mingyu to see him visibly flustered, the corner of his lips turned up in a shy smile.

“It’s really nothing.”

“It means the world to us.” You smile at him, hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

In attempt to make himself a little less embarrassed, Mingyu clears his throat and asks for a lemon.

“What for?” you ask, but retrieve the item for him before he responds.

“My mom always puts a little lemon juice in her fruit pies. It’s fine without it, but the way the tartness cuts through the sweetness of the sugar is”—he pauses to raise his hands for dramatics— “to die for.”

“By all means, add it then!” You giggle while he playfully winks at you.

After he’s added it, he grabs a spoon fills it generously with the filling. He hovers the spoon over his other hand and calls your name softly, encouraging you to try it. You bring your mouth to the spoon and indulge in the sweetness. Your eyes shut briefly in delight before you open them again to look into Mingyu’s eyes through the lashes of your own. The two of you lock eyes, and your heart stops. By the way Mingyu’s breaths have turned shallow, you guess his does too.

“It’s amazing,” you almost whisper, never removing your gaze from his. You watch his eyes flicker between your pupils and your lips, and you take a step toward him, encouraging the thoughts you’re certain are running through his mind. He takes the hint and leans in, pushing his soft plump lips against yours. You take the moment to absorb every aspect of him that you can. From grazing your fingertips across his shoulders to inhaling his scent to memorizing the shape of his lips, you find yourself doing everything to make thins moment last forever. The sounds emitting from the record player floods your ears, like you’re in a sea of music. You don’t know how long it is before you both pull away—time seems to still and fast-forward all at once—but when you do Mingyu smirks a bit, as if the encounter has given him a newfound confidence.

“From the taste of it, this is gonna be a first place winner.”

a/n: im really proud of this one. i def think pure fluff is my strong suit. this isnt really edited. i’ll do that later. let me know if something is egregiously wrong. i really like farms. it reminds me of my own grandparents. i wrote half of this while watching king w/ timothee chalamet and the other half while watching shawn the sheep. both were highly inspirational.

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coldest day of the year

pairing: woozi x gn!reader

word count: 700 words, so short baby

genre: fluff, plotless as always, stoic bf v excited partner

summary: jihoon takes care of you. bc if he doesnt do it who else will? gosh.

request: “the coldest day of the year”

and i am requesting this to be with my woozi bear or my lovely dinito because i love them muchísimo also HAVE A GOOD WEEK!!!!

-gala

thank u gala for requesting this hehe i love you. i hope u also have an amazing week muah!

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to you, the winter months are a time of yearning. yearning to be warm, to cuddle into freshly dried blankets, to take an impromptu nap by a blasting space heater.

to jihoon, who loves you oh so dearly, those months are about making sure all of that happens for you.

which brings you to the present. you’re waiting in the bitter cold, admiring the weather despite the way it nips at your extremities. 5 minutes away, jihoon’s text read. you impatiently await his arrival, excited to see the live show of a performer jihoon has been raving about for months.

when woozi sees you, you’re watching a chipmunk scurry around, a small joyous smile placed on your face. you’re waiting exactly where you always are, beside the tree you’ve claimed as your own for the past three years. each fall, its the first one to begin losing its leaves, and you smile each time you study beside it and a dry auburn leaf falls on your head.

when you spot woozi you light up a little, focusing your attention away from the mischievous little chipmunk and choosing to study his features instead. his dark hair is fluttering every which way in the wind, and his eyes are squinting a bit from the intense cold.

“hey,” he says. short and nonchalant, but not void of love.

“hi,” you try smiling as obnoxiously sweet as possible while handing him a scalding black coffee. any reaction from jihoon is a fun one to you. his posture is straight, but the outer layer of his calm demeanor chips off a bit as he blushes at your antics. he giggles and mutters something like you’re stupid in the most affectionate tone known to man.

your sickly saccharine expression bleeds into your voice as you lean closer to him to say “thank you” and peck his cheek.

“for what?” he asks.

“wowww, jihoon, as if you don’t know. because i suppose it could’ve been anyone who bought these brand new earmuffs and snuck them in my backpack.” you point to the accessory on your head.

“oh those? i just saw them and thought you’d like them, that’s all.” you and him both know it’d practically send him into a heart attack to admit the amount of thought he’d put into getting these. but that’s what you liked about jihoon. he didn’t require tons of verbal praise and recognition and thanks. it was enough for you to know he thought about you, and it was enough for him to know you liked it.

the two of you walk leisurely, indulging in conversation about your most recent shift, his upcoming test, and the last tiktok he sent you. when you arrive at the bus stop, you both sit on the bench, thighs touching each other comfortably. you reach out one of your hands to lock with his, but before he fully takes it jihoon pauses.

“you know it’s the coldest day of the year, right?” he takes a moment to inspect your hands, cold and starting to turn a concerning shade of purple at the fingertips. he rubs your hands back and forth between his own as he scolds you. “why don’t you ever wear gloves,” he asks, rolling his eyes and scoffing as he takes your stiff hands into his own. even now, your brain still short-circuits a little when you feel his strong hands envelop your own.

“well, then i couldn’t use my phone,” you reply. you grin a little at how clearly he is annoyed (or trying to be annoyed) by your logic.

“you’re an addict.” he hastily stuffs your hands into the large pockets of his thick winter coat. you take the opportunity to slyly stroke his hands with your finger.

“pfft, so are you,” you accuse.

“true, but if i wasn’t then you wouldn’t have anyone to like all your tweets.” he laughs at his own joke.

“fair enough. you might have a point,” you concede and laugh along with him.

it takes a minute, but you do warm up. though, jihoon keeps your hands in his pocket, even as you get on the heated bus to the venue. and every time you hands rearrange with his, he thinks of how cute you’ll look with the earmuffs’ matching gloves.

a/n: everyone thank gala for pulling me out of my writing hole. hmm i wrote all of this really quick and did not proofread so excuse any mistakes. also, i hate to say it but I’m in one of my Weird Moods so i forgot how two human beings interact in conversation, let alone a couple. so just pretend this has natural dialogue. I’m so happy i can get this out considering i haven’t posted anything since like august i think. hope u guys like this. i have a sore throat rn and Scientific Studies show that reblogging ro’s fic “coldest day of the year” will alleviate her pain.

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