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slytherinshua · 4 months

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HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled.

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?”

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret.

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response.

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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yawnzzznnn · 10 months

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beautifulchris · 10 months

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mischief managed

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader

wc: 3,2k

featuring: lee minho, kim seungmin, sf9’s chani, nct’s jaemin

summary: jisung tries to break every single rule with you

genres: hogwarts!au, partners-in-crime!au, ravenclaw!jisung, slytherin!reader, fluff, comedy

warnings: swearing

notes: I wanna apologize to jaemin for doing him so dirty, my baby doesn’t deserve this sdjkfqlk feedback is always appreciated! moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

On the King’s Cross train station on your very first day, you almost missed the train because your dad absolutely wanted to take the best pic of his precious kid going to the mythic Hogwarts school. So you ended up in an almost empty compartment. The other compartments around were full and there was just this boy alone.

“Hey, can I sit here?” You probably startled him because he looked up at you with wild eyes but instantly smiled at your sight.

“Yeah, sure.”

“What are you doing all alone?” you asked as you sat in front of him.

He shrugged. “Looking at my chocolate frog cards collection.”

“Wow, nice. Can I see?”

He handed them to you, “Yes, of course. I’m Jisung by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Since that day, you were inseparable and soon became partners-in-crime. Being put in different houses didn’t stop you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿ฺ

After learning Alohomora in charms class, you wandered in the castle to find a forbidden office to open and what better one than the caretaker’s where a whole lot of interesting things were stored?

There, you found a few dungbombs that Jisung instantly took, confiscated brooms and chains. A lot of perfectly polished chains hung on the walls.

“I understand why he doesn’t stay here often,” you snorted and returned to your inspection. In a dusty cabinet named ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous’, you found an old piece of blank parchment. It was mysteriously well conserved taking into account where it was so you put it in your pocket. Further inspection will be done to know how a simple parchment could be ‘highly dangerous’.

“I’m kinda disappointed. Sure we’ll use the dungbombs wisely but I thought there were more interesting treasures.”

“Don’t be so down yet Ji, I found a mystery to resolve. Let’s go before we get caught.”

Fortunately, you didn’t get caught. You both went to your common room, being a quiet place with almost no students at this hour. You showed Jisung the parchment and counted on his intelligence and logic to figure out how it worked. After a few minutes, he looked up at you and smirked.

“I feel like it’s in good hands now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he put his wand out of his pocket and pointed it to the parchment.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he simply said. You were going to question him when the parchment caught your eye. Ink was spreading on the paper and soon you could read:

“Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present…”

“The Marauder’s Map,” Jisung whispered with stars in his eyes.

“What is this? Open it!”

Jisung did as told and both of you were dumbfounded by what you discovered. A map of the whole school, including the secret passages that are hidden within its walls and the location of every person in the grounds, portrayed by a dot. This map, a true masterpiece, within your hands was a disaster for everyone else.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿ฺ

Three years later, you knew everything you could possibly have learned about the school. Neither Ravenclaw or Slytherin could win the house cup as long as you both were in Hogwarts. No matter the amount of effort Seungmin, Changbin and Minho would make to earn points, they could never make up for your wickedness. You did earn points sometimes in classes when you answered correctly to a teacher’s question and you weren’t the only one to lose points either so you didn’t feel so bad. You did lose more points than you earned but shhh. Let's not talk about that.

One day, on your way to the lake after lunch, Gryffindor Jaemin called your name so you stopped in your tracks and waited for him to join you.

“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to study with me after class? For transfiguration.”

Uh. Jaemin has never been your friend and the most he ever said to you before now was “Get out of my way, filthy Slytherin.” the second day of your first year. Therefore you were startled, to say the least. Plus you wanted to study with Jisung, not some acquaintance you never talked to and weren’t interested in.

“Not really, I already have plans for tonight. Thank you for the offer though.”

You tried to sound as nice as you could but without much convection and left before he could reply. A few meters away, Jisung saw the whole scene and wondered what you had told him because he looked displeased. He joined you and you smiled at him before intertwining fingers.

The next day, Jisung and you were sunbathing with a nice autumn breeze on a bench in the courtyard when someone came in front of you, preventing the sun from warming your face. You opened your eyes and were met with Jaemin and a few of his friends.

“Can you move please?” you politely demanded, since you didn’t want to start anything.

“Are you dating him?” he asked, pointing at your best friend.

“No?”

“Then why did you reject my date proposal?”

Oh my god. Really? You were going to put him in place but Jisung’s mocking laugh stopped you.

“Really dude? You want to do this here?”

“I don’t think you’re in the conversation.” Jaemin’s glare didn’t please you.

“Should’ve asked to talk to Y/N in person then instead of creating unnecessary drama.”

Jaemin looked like he was going to throw hands so you spoke before it went too far.

“Guys, let’s stay civil here. I rejected you cause I’m not interested in you, there's no other motive. Now can you let us be?” His friends laughed at him and you could swear you heard one of them say something about a bet.

“Wait, asking Y/N out on a date was a bet?”

“And what about it?” Jaemin said cockily. Jisung was fuming and you were disgusted by the boy.

“Can’t you respect people? No one deserves to be a bet’s victim. You guys suck.”

He scoffed. “I’m sure you’re the type of guy who hides when it comes to fight.”

“Try me.” You knew by his glare that he wasn’t playing anymore. Jaemin was smirking but not for long.

“Let’s duel.”

Jisung was so fast to put his wand out, it surprised Jaemin. You tried to stop them but it was useless because their pride was at stake.

Before you could blink, Jaemin ended up mouthless and you heard a woman screaming but you didn’t listen, being amazed by the spell’s effect. Jisung took your hand and ran through the corridors, hearing the professor yelling she would remove twenty points from his house.

You managed to catch your breath while Jisung was answering an easy riddle —for him— to enter the Ravenclaw common room.

“I can’t believe you really did it.”

“He challenged me! You know I can’t say no to that,” Jisung sighed.

“I know. That was brilliant, by the way.” You sat on one of the comfortable chairs like you lived there —it wasn’t totally false— and you were followed by your partner-in-crime.

“Thanks! I practiced this one a lot, I couldn’t wait to use it for real.”

“I hope you didn’t do anything foolish,” said a voice behind you.

“Oh, Seungmin! I didn’t see you there.” Jisung turned around and smiled. Seungmin was reading a book in a blue armchair. He closed it and gave his attention to his friends. “I hope you’re not hoping too hard.”

“How much?”

“What do you mean?” Jisung’s innocent act didn’t work since the second time he used it but he was still trying three years later.

“Twenty,” you answered. Seungmin gave Jisung a look and he shrugged.

“It was fun and I don’t regret it.” He folded his arms and pouted like a grounded kid.

“Of course you don’t,” Seungmin loudly exhaled.

“You’ll make it up for it, won’t you?”

Seungmin sighed deeply. He felt like he had to work twice as hard to win back the points Jisung made their house lose but it was never enough. “I always do, but don’t you think you should calm down a bit?”

“Absolutely not. There’s still a lot of rules Y/N and I haven't broken yet, so many adventures and exciting moments to live.” Jisung smiled widely at you while Seungmin implored you with his eyes to stop him. Your gaze went from one to another without really knowing what to say and before you could, someone sat next to Jisung and typed on the table.

“What mischief are you going to commit today pals?” It was Chani, one of the chasers of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and a fellow 4th year.

“Hey Chani! Already done, Jaemin asked for a duel and I used Oscausi on him.”

“Oh I don’t know th-” Chani started.

“OSCAUSI? Jisung, are you crazy?” Seungmin got up so fast he startled everyone, including others around him.

“Don’t worry, he got his mouth back,” Jisung waved his hand with indifference, Jaemin deserved it after all. “Eventually.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, really.” Jisung and Chani just laughed at that and Jaemin unofficially became your target for a lot of future mischief.

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“I haven’t lost any points in days, maybe I should start to pay attention in arithmancy class.”

It was this time of the year where the air was so cold you just stayed in your or Jisung’s common room and studied to prevent boredom.

Jisung pulled his robe hood over his head and gently slapped you in the back of the head. “Transfigure this quill into a rat and put it onto Jaemin’s head.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s a funnier idea.”

You lost ten points for it but you found it so fun you were back on track until the next cold day.

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You always loved the Ravenclaw common room. You didn’t dislike the Slytherin one, but it was cold and unfriendly when you weren’t a Slytherin yourself. Plus you loved warm places. What you liked the most about the Ravenclaw common room was the domed ceiling painted with stars. You could literally watch it for hours until having to go to your own dorm to sleep. If you weren’t friends with Jisung, you probably would never have been able to lose yourself in the stars because you weren’t that close with Seungmin or Chani and you didn’t really know any other Ravenclaws.

You were currently lying down on one of the couches, your head on Jisung’s lap, helping each other revise (yes, it happens!) for the history of magic test about the goblin rebellions you would have the next day, more concentrated on the stars than the subject. It was calming and it helped you stress less about the tests.

“Where’s Muffin?” you asked out of nowhere.

It made Jisung flinch but when didn't he? Just like she knew her name, she appeared next to you, purring loudly. You put her on your belly and patted her head lovingly.

“Don’t forget she’s my cat,” whined Jisung as he closed his book and put it on the coffee table next to the couch.

You smirked. “Don’t be jealous cause she loves me more.”

The elegant Siberian cat got up and rubbed herself against your best friend’s chest, waving her tail on your face.

“You were saying?”

You rolled your eyes and opened your transfiguration book which was on the floor. It was going to be a long night and you’ll probably have to go back to your dorm after curfew. Bless the marauder’s map in those moments.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was coming up and Jisung had to practice more than usual as the seeker. He was going to play against Changbin after all. They both were really good so you wondered who would win the match. Gryffindor had won the first match against Slytherin and Ravenclaw won the one against Hufflepuff thanks to Jisung’s agility and speed.

You always followed Jisung at his training, it was the only moments he wasn’t trying to break the rules. He was pretty serious about Quidditch actually, even if after each training since your 3rd year, you went to drink a mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks with Chani. It was like tradition.

The day of the match, you cheered on your team and your friends, so basically both teams. The competitive mindset of the two seekers could be felt from afar, everybody knew the match was going to be intense. At the end, the score was 350-200 for Slytherin, because Yugyeom, one of the Slytherin beaters, sent a bludger on Jisung’s broom, causing him to spin around and allowing Changbin to catch the golden snitch. It was a good game and Jisung didn’t fall so it was a double win.

Of course you would say that cause you're a Slytherin.

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Ravenclaws shared the defence against the dark arts class with Slytherins so, naturally, Jisung and you were seated together.

“Hello everyone! Today’s lesson is about acromentulas.” As the professor proceeded with his lecture, you felt your strong partner-in-crime shiver in his seat. You looked at him and were surprised by how much he looked terrified of acromentulas, not that you could blame him, these giant spiders were scary as hell.

“You okay there, bro?” He didn’t answer and was so pale you thought he was going to faint. You tried to comfort him but he was frozen.

The professor, not giving a care about what was happening in front of his face, decided to show some photos of acromentulas and as if it didn’t trigger Jisung enough, he eventually showed a real one in a big cage. From what you’ve seen in your books, it was nearly a teen so it wasn’t that big compared to his adult size but it was still big enough to scare the hell out of Jisung. He literally fell off his chair and the sound made the professor pay attention.

“Jisung? What happened?”

“He’s really scared of acromentulas, sir. Can you please put it away?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

While the professor finally put it away, you helped Jisung sit back.

“You okay?”

“Not really. That shit’s so grim.”

“I know, take deep breaths. It’s gone, everything’s alright.”

His breathing was unsteady for a few moments but he quickly got his composure back.

“I’m sorry Jisung, didn’t mean to frighten you. Class’ dismissed. Except you, Jisung.”

Everyone left except Seungmin, who checked on his friend, Jisung and you.

The professor went to his office and came back with chocolate.

“Here, eat this, you’ll feel better. I didn’t know it was this horrifying for you.”

He accepted the chocolate and ate it slowly. “It’s okay, you couldn’t know. Arachnophobia isn’t cool.”

“I won’t show any spider in this class from now on, I promise.”

“Thank you sir.”

“You can go now, drink water and rest.”

As you left class, Jisung whispered in your ear. “I don’t need water, I need a good butterbeer.”

You both chuckled and, after saying bye to Seungmin who certainly left to go to the library to do his homework, went to the Three Broomsticks using the secret passage beneath the one-eyed statue by the stairs of your last class to drink one or two mugs of butterbeer.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Two months before the end of the year, Jisung had the baddest yet boldest idea so far. It was remarkable how he never failed to impress you.

“I’m going to use this potion on Jaemin, he’ll definitely leave you alone after that.”

“He left me alone after I put a rat onto his head but suit yourself, bro.”

You were hiding behind stairs on the third floor, waiting for Jaemin to walk down. Jisung was holding his flask tight in his hand. When you heard people talking, you discreetly looked up and saw Jaemin. Jisung didn’t hesitate and before you could react, his flask was emptied on Jaemin’s head. His hair slowly stood on end but it wasn’t all, it also turned into candy apple red. He somehow added Colovaria to the hair-rising potion and you were about to congratulate him when you got a glimpse of Minho upstairs.

Jaemin left, horrified, to the nearest bathroom to see the damage while Minho was casually walking down the stairs. Jisung lost his smile when he saw him and swallowed hard. Once arrived at your height, he opened his mouth.

“Rules are put in place to prevent hundreds of magically gifted hormonal hazards from accidentally turning themselves into sharks or losing an eye, or provoking the wrath of a giant spider, or blowing themselves up, or whatever. But here you are, trying to break every single one of them.” You almost felt relieved he didn’t scream at you.

“Look, I’m stupid, okay? And stupid people do stupid things. That’s a fact.”

You could have laughed at his excuse if Minho wasn’t staring at both of you like he was about to end you. He wasn’t generally scary but he was a prefect so when you did something wrong… well, let’s say you better not be seen by him.

“Do you use this lame excuse every time you do shit?”

“My other excuse is that it was Y/N’s idea but no one buys it.”

You looked at him in disbelief. Of course no one bought it, you were more like his sidekick than the mastermind.

“Not surprising. Anyway, fifteen points from Ravenclaw. I would have taken twenty but adding a transfiguration spell to a potion was really clever.”

He asked Jisung for a favor, talking privately in the nearest classroom for a few minutes. Then Minho left and Jisung came back to you with a big smile and you high-fived him. The Marauders Map usually prevented incidents like this and he wasn’t near this place when you last checked the Map. Minho literally came out of nowhere.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

On a fine and warm day, as Jisung and you successfully pranked Jaemin for the umpteenth time that year, he turned to you still laughing.

“You know what’s the strength of a duet? It’s to be two.”

“Thank you for your encouraging words. I now know you need me,” you winked.

The laughter slowly died down and the atmosphere became somehow serious. He sat on a bench and you joined him.

“Are you kidding? I’ll always need you.”

“Always? Sounds like a really long time,” you chuckled, more to tease him and put aside the fact that you need him just as much.

“Just wishing we’ll stay together forever,” he blurted out, his eyes concentrating on his shoes.

“You’re sweet. I would love that too.”

He lifted his head and looked you in the eye.

“Really? No need for the Imperius Curse then?” You blinked a few times, about to smack him when he smiled wildly. “Just kidding, I would never.”

“Anyway, go train for the match against Gryffindor, wouldn’t want Mark to catch the snitch before you, would you?”

“Won’t happen.”

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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Hwiyoung (SF9) | Sharing a bed for the first time & “Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?” fluff | 0.8k

You’ve promised each other it wouldn’t be awkward. Why should it be, after all? You’ve seen each other at your lowest points, you’ve helped each other through them, so why should spending a night on the same bed be a big deal? It shouldn’t, that’s right. Honestly, it's a wonder that this is a first - something you tell yourself to prompt excitement to push down the anxiety.

Because despite your long years of friendship, something feels different. It's been like that for weeks now. You can't pinpoint exactly when it started, but at some point something in the air changed. Suddenly when Youngkyun got close, there was tension that wasn’t there before, the air felt charged with electricity that made you both laugh awkwardly as you put distance between you.

Avoidance is not a solution, though. And as much as you could rely on him to tell you if he felt uncomfortable, this seems to make him feel as conflicted, although pleasantly, as it makes you, and therefore you suppose you’ll have to address things first. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend that you fell for him, suddenly and without a warning? Again, why is it a big deal if you’re pretty sure he feels the same way? It’s all stupid, and yet…

Getting under the covers is awkward despite the promise. Youngkyun seems to feel out of place in his own bed. In the darkness, you can see him stealing glances at you while looking all around his room as if it’s his first time sleeping there.

“Hey,” you call softly as you turn to lay on your side, facing him. So does he, his eyes finally settling on your form. “Everything alright? I can take the couch.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. You both know the disastrous effect his couch has on one’s back and the agony felt in the morning. “I’m fine. This is just new.”

You agree. But even so, it doesn’t feel bad at all.

“It’s just us,” you remind him quietly. He nods. You lay quietly and watch each other. It’s not exactly new. You’ve done plenty of staring and caught him in the act more times than you could count too. It’s different now, though, like so many other things.

You take the risk and shuffle just an inch closer. He doesn’t move away, nor does he flinch when you slowly place a hand on his cheek. As so many times before, he relaxes under your touch and closes his eyes just for a second.

When he opens them, he looks more nervous than before. Yet he covers your hand with his to keep it there. His fingers stroke yours, coaxing you to relax as he’s trying to. It’s not long before he reaches out, brushing his hand on your cheek. The tips of his fingers trace your face slowly, carefully. You don’t dare break eye contact. You need to show him, somehow, that you trust him and that this is alright.

Soon you mimic his actions, caressing his face and letting your fingers commit his features into your memory. Not just how he looks, but how his soft skin feels, the little imperfections he hides exposed.

“Can we talk?” he asks, and as much as you hate this particular question, it’s hard to feel nervous with the way he’s looking at you, “What are we? What are we doing?”

You feel like it’s for the best if you don’t overthink the answer too much, so you don’t.

“We’re doing what feels right,” you whisper and search for any sign of disagreement on his face but all you find is relief, “I like it.”

“I like it too.”

The reassurance comes a little too quickly, smiles tugging at your lips. Your hand slides down to his jaw. Your thumb brushes against his lips and you feel his breath hitch. It’s his turn to follow your lead, adjusting the position of his hand to perfectly mirror yours. Words are impossible when it’s hard to breathe.

“What time is it?” he asks suddenly, and as confused as you are, you trust him.

“I don’t know, why?”

“It must be around midnight, but…” he takes a breath and hesitates. So you move closer, hoping that the minimum of space between you will reassure him. It seems to work, to provide him with enough confidence to move his hand from your face to your waist. He pulls you closer when you, silently, give him the okay.

“If this is going where I hope it’s going,” he says, voice dropping lower until you can barely hear, “I want to know the exact date.”

You can barely hear yourself laugh over the beating of your heart.

“Why not just check the time then, hm?” you tease, suddenly so overcome by your fondness for him you might just kiss him now. He’s faster, his concern forgotten for the time being.

The feeling of his lips on yours is much better than you imagined, reality for the first time beats the fantasy.

#sf9 #hwiyoung #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #hwiyoung fluff #sf9 x reader #hwiyoung x reader #drabble #fluff #requested

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jalwoorideul · 1 year

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Yeona’s Dating History

taglist: @sakuurra, @raybans4, @enhacolor, @mythicalamphitrite, @amethyistheart,

Noh Kyungnam

Period: January 2016 - April 2016

Current Status: Acquaintances

Public/Private: Private

Kyungnam and Yeona have known each since before her debut. Both were dancers in practice and in the period that Yeona was training to become a professional, they met. When she started training to become an idol, they lost touch and only got to talk again in early 2016. Yeona and Kyungnam were extremely compatible. Even their friends noticed that they had a lot of similarities — which could have been the reason for their breakup. They were so similar that they didn't have the chance to grow with one another and soon they fell out of love. It was short lived but it was a good breakup. They said to remain as friends but they didn't really tall much after that.

YOO TAEYANG

Period: February 2017 - October 2018

Status: Supportive Friends

Public/Private: Private

Her first serious relationship. Taeyang and Yeona met numerous times on music shows and award shows. With the dozens of encounters they've had since both SF9 and Seventeen were actively promoting, it was nearly impossible to have these two not be attracted to one another The two made a few small talks which soon developed into more when they got each other's numbers. Even their members were pleasantly surprised to have two of the shyest members of their groups find comfort in the other much quickly. Later on the two began dating and it turned out more serious than they thought. They considered the other their first love, but sadly the romance wasn't enough for them to last. After almost two years, the two of them finally called it off after busy schedules and conflicts over not having enough time. Yeona thinks it would've been the best because she thinks that if they stayed they would've only hurt the other more with the constant fighting. Nonetheless, the two reconnected after having some time to cool off and continued to stay friends.

JEON WONWOO

Period: October 2021 - current

Current Status: Dating

Private/Public: Private

This one took a long time before it actually happened. The two were in the same group together and Yeona had this philosophy that she shouldn't date any of her members after receiving so much hate over the mere thought that she was "seducing" them when she was not. All the feelings they for one another at the beginning were platonic and friendly. Yeona didn't even think she'd consider to like him, but eventually she began drawing feelings for him in 2019. At first she thought that she was just attracted to hin physically (because who wouldn't), until she began to notice that the actions Wonwoo would do in the past seemed to have a different effect on her now. Wonwoo on the other hand didn't notice any of his feelings until she began seeing Taeyang. Once he thought he was just being over protective of her but soon he realized that it was because he likes her. He kept it a secret for so long because she was in a happy relationship and because he know that she didn't want to get involved with any of the members. Then as soon as 2021 happened, they began to show more of their feelings to the other. The other members were more than happy on the other hand to see some progress between the two because they've been noticing their feelings toward the other for a while now and thought that they should leave it between them to figure it out. On October 2021, Wonwoo finally opened up his feelings after hiding for years which Yeona reciprocated. The pair have been dating since.

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taichoushadow · 2 months

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Unwind with me | Yoo Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x reader

AN: Yoo Taeyang fluff for @yootaesowl 🤎

everyone send her something cute for her man's birthday!

Summary: After a day filled with carrying boxes inside, it's time for you and your boyfriend to unwind.

Genre: fluff. Just pure fluff.

''What are you doing?'' You heard his voice first before you felt his arms circling around your waist as he stepped onto the balcony with you.

''Nothing.'' You simply answer him, continiuing to gaze out onto the lively city beneath you. ''It's cold though. Being out here with a jacket.'' Taeyang sighs, resting his chin on top of your head, mumbling something about you being stubborn and just pulls you closer if that was even possible knowing you're basically sandwiched between him and the railing.

Taeyang watches how his breath forms clouds into the sky, looking up at the full moon that just shines right above the building. He smiles at that, unable but to think that even the moon congratulates the two as it beams right where they are.

''I havent packed out that box yet.'' You state just like that and the reply that comes from him leaves you chuckling, patting his hand that has settled on your stomach as if to tell him this was to be expected and he should have, if he truly knows you that he always claims that he does.

''Yeah..'' He trails off, turning to the apartment behind him, seeing the boxes stacked up and taking up the most space in the living room. Words scribbled what's supposed to be inside them but he knows that some boxes definitely will be mystery ones.

''I can't really blame you.'' He turns you two around, him being the one who has his back against the railing while he finally gets to see your gorgeous face. ''You probably will have to guess in which box the jackets will be.'' Your expression changes, grimacing at the thought of having to just unpack every box without having a plan on where to start. Taeyang knows how much you rely on lists sometimes, always having a plan for things, yet the move suddenly was sooner than expected and you two ended up throwing stuff in boxes that were already labeled for -well- not the stuff you ended up putting in.

''But that's for another day to worry.'' Taeyang cups your cheek, lifting your chin for him to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. ''I wanted to take a walk with you.'' He then begins, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear before he caresses your cheeks once again. ''Let me show you around the neighbourhood.''

Closing your eyes at his touch, you rest against his chest, his warmth spreading around you in the cold air of the night. A nightwalk around the neighbourhood just with him does sound like everything right now and you nod, burying yourself more in the comfort of him.

''Let me grab my jacket for you.'' Taeyang steps away from the railing and guides you back to the apartment where he snatches his coat that he discarded on the boxes and motions to you to hold out your arm as he helps you getting all nice and warm.

''Warm?'' is what he asks then after zipping you up and straightening the collar. You hum as an answer but realize he is the one without one and you frown. ''But you're gonna be cold, we cant go then.'' Your fingers find the zipper but Taeyang quickly stops you with a laugh.

''Don't you think I was prepared for this? I know you, (y/n).'' and he rounds the corner, coming back with another coat for himself. ''Always prepared.''

With your hand clasped in his, you two roam the unfamiliar streets. Atleast to you. For your boyfriend the streets weren't as unknown to you and he happily showed you around in the serene of the night. Pointing out where you could buy the best vegetables and which shops you actually needed to avoid.

He even enthusiastically showed you the hidden ones that normally, only the old people were able to go to but since the elders seemed to adore him, they didn't mind sharing the hidden gems with him.

''And there- '' Taeyang pulls you a little closer by pressing his hand on your waist, making sure you have the same line of sight as he has. ''- RIght there is where I will propose.''

Your heart skips a beat at his words, eyes taking in the small park lit up by lanterns hanging on the brances of trees, creating this magical path to the pond, the ripples in the water cast what could have been a different world as the moon sways in it's dance.

''Tae-yang..'' You breathe out, lost in the sight infront of you, unaware of the man looking at you just the same. You feel a ghost like kiss right below your eye. ''P-propose?''

Your breathing starts to pick up, stomach dropping as you're unsure what to think. You love him, with all of your soul and you would be hollow if he stepped out of your life. Opening and closing your mouth, you turn to look at him and you the smile on his face. ''Tae-'' He hushes you by placing both hands on your cheeks. ''I know what you are thinking.''

Taeyang knew what was going to happen inside your pretty head once he uttered those words, he saw the emotions flash through your eyes and the way your body stiffened just a little, he found adorable and chuckled.

''To be my forever girlfriend. What else should it be, dove?'' He teased, grabbing the flesh of your cheek to pinch.

With a pout, you just let him pinch your cheek like that however he surprises you by suddenly cupping your jaw and slotting his lips over yours. The protest dies down in the kiss, the wind suddenly feeling colder now that you feel your face heating up at the public display of his affection to you.

It doesn't happen often seeing his job and reputation. You fully melt into him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and deepening the kiss by pinching his chin between your fingers to put a bit of pressure on his jaw and he lets out a small moan, knowing what you're asking of him.

''Y/n..''

When he does utter your name, you slide in your tongue and the butterflies seem to suddenly know arobatics when you do hear him sigh in bliss, happily letting you take the reigns in this kiss. One hand finds their home in your hair, pressing you even closer to him by the back of your head and keeps a tight grip around your neck aswell.

It's then that the sound of tires on a wet road have you two realizing exactly where you are and jump away from eachother like this isn't something you should be doing, eventhough it's pretty normal for a couple to do.

Your heart hammers in your chest for many reasons, licking your lips when your eyes lock on his. You two are silent before bursting out in laughter and you do slap his chest.

''Is this why you took me out for a walk? Having ulterior motives?'' Your click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and look away dramatically.

''I was surprised you fell right into my trap.'' Taeyang reaches for you, tugging onto your wrist and practically fly right into his chest. ''Besides-'' His thumb drags down your lower lip, lets it linger before it 'pops' back in place. ''-You're the one who just seduced me.''

''Me?'' You gasp loudly, pointing to yourself, never have been so offended by an accusation. How dare he.

Taeyang sees the pout on your face, your head tilted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest as you huff. There was no doubt he was sure about the move in together, he has been thinking about it quite awhile that even his members at last told him to just ask you after having to listen to him sigh about not being able to come home to you and having to deal with his sulking.

Without a word, he steers his direction back to the apartment, walking with his hands behind his head and with a little pop in his steps, he grins widely. The love overflowing like a waterfall from his heart and he can't help but to jump once, throwing his hands in the air, unable to surpress the feelings.

''You coming?!'' He says, waving you over but does not wait for an answer while you merely just watch the practically dancing man walking up the street, the moon shining right above him.

''I am coming.'' You say more to yourself than to him and quicken your pace to fall into step beside him. His hand find yours naturally, stuffing it back into his pocket to keep them warm as you two make your way back to your shared apartment and the boxes waiting to be unpacked.

#yoo taeyang #yoo taeyang imagine #yoo taeyang fluff #sf9 #sf9 imagine #sf9 fluff #yoo taeyang fic #sf9 fic #taeyang imagines #just wholesome love to be honest #Yoo taeyang x reader

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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January 17th

pairing: kang chanhee (chani) x gn!reader

genre: fluff, humour (?)

birthday party masterlist

you were eyeing chanhee up down, eyes a bit narrow as you tried to read him while he was peacefully eating his cereal.

he looked completely normal, like nothing’s bothering him and there’s nothing on his mind.

it made you think if you had became so bad at reading him or does he really have no thoughts behind those eyes.

it’s his birthday today, and you, the brilliant prankster that you are, decided to pretend like you forgot about it. but it’s been five hours since you woke up, and chanhee did not show any signs of disappointment or any emotions in general.

“hey babe” you called him, gaining his attention as he gazed at you. “do you know what day it is?”

he scrunched his nose, thinking about it. “oh it’s tuesday” he smiled victoriously, proud of himself that he remembered.

you sighed, resting your arms on the kitchen counter in front of him. now you definitely looked disappointed and it made him panick. did he forget your birthday? anniversary?

“chanhee, do you know what day of the month today is?”

he quickly glanced at his phone. “seventieth” chanhee answered and gulped right after, your gaze intimidating him to the point that he was barely holding in.

“baby” you started. “when is your birthday?”

“january seventi- oh” you could almost see the lightbulb that turned on above his head. glancing at his phone again, he nodded. “yep, okay. got it”

#kang chanhee #kang chanhee x reader #kang chanhee fluff #sf9 #sf9 x reader #sf9 imagine #sf9 drabble #sf9 fluff #chani #kang chani #sf9 chani #chani x reader

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dearly-somber · 9 months

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songfic collection | multi

-> requests. closed.

-> total w/c. 19,403

-> author’s note. anything that was edited before publication was left in the state it was last edited in to show progress. Also available to read on AO3!

-> p.s. color-coded according to my rating system: 13+, 16+, 18+

-> divider credit. @firefly-graphics

2020

Golden Love | h.js | skz

Don’t Wanna Cry | l.ch | svt

Play Me Like A Violion | k.yh | day6

Watermelon Sugar | h.js | skz

9 And Three Quarters (Run Away) | txt

I’m Serious | k.yh | day6

deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js | skz

Cat & Dog | txt

I Know I’m A Wolf | k.yh | day6

Fly Me To The Moon | k.yh | day6

Falling | j.hs | bts

Into the I-LAND | j.hs | bts

the other girl | h.hj | skz

All Alone | k.yh | day6

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

you broke me first | k.is | sf9

Mean It | k.yb | sf9

Help Me Lose My Mind | h.js | skz

Rain Dance | h.js | skz

Crush | l.mh | skz

SLUMP (English Version) | h.js | skz

2021

2 Soon | l.ch | svt

Let Me In (20 CUBE) | p.sh | enha

Viva La Vida | k.yh | day6

Heartbeat | k.yh | day6

WAYO (songfic mini-series) | treasure

5 In The Morning | l.ch | svt

Please Never Fall In Love Again | h.js | skz

Wings | k.sw | tbz

Guiding Light | y.jw | enha

The Middle | p.sh | enha

Dirty Mind | k.sw | tbz

Lunchbox Friends | l.hs | enha

Please Never Fall In Love Again | j.jk | bts

Tidal Wave | j.jk | bts

Decalcomania | j.jk | bts

Why | j.jk | bts

Golden Dandelions | k.th | bts

Leave Before You Love Me | p.jm | bts

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY | j.jk | bts

Blue Side (Outro) | j.hs | bts

Sparks | j.jk | bts

better off | k.nj | bts

Anchor | k.th | bts

drunk | j.jk | bts

2022

Astronomy | j.jk | bts

Problémon | j.hs | bts

hostage | bts

Lo Vas A Olvidar | p.jm | bts

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) | j.jk | bts

Night Swim | j.jk | bts

Daddy Issues | j.jk | bts

AURORA | ateez

come out and play | j.jk | bts

Euphoria (DJ Swivel Mix) | j.jk | bts

Wildfire | j.jk | bts

Like Real People Do | j.jk | bts

Airplane Mode | j.jk | bts

Heaven’s Cloud | l.ch | svt

Wicked Game | l.ch | svt

The A Team | l.ch | svt

Cold War | j.jk | bts

Valley of Lies | txt

8 | j.jk | bts

Speed of Light | a.g

We’ll Never Have Sex | a.g

Love It If We Made It | a.g

Little Black Dress | j.jk | bts

Grayson | j.jk | bts

Sports | j.jk | bts

Little Lion Man | j.jk | bts

Bittersweet | k.sj | bts

Forever | j.jk | bts

Cocoon | j.jk | bts

Bathroom Bitch | j.jk | bts

2023

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divinefireangel · 1 year

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"LALALA" "OKOKOK" Trend with SF9

Warnings: Nothing! Just plain old fluff and smitten SF9 men ❤️.

Youngbin

Him: Okokok

You: Lalala

Man's just loves ya and will listen to you ramble on and on about everything you like, love and hate in this world. Will definitely hide in your neck when you start talking about how grateful you are of him

Inseong

Him: Lalala

You: Lalala

Both of you are talkers so that also makes both of you good listeners as well! You take turns talking about your interests 😍 and it's never a boring moment with you both. It's quite rare to find your place quiet

Jaeyoon

Him: Okokok (Lalala)

You: Lalala

Now as much as he loves hearing your voice fill the air around him he does like to talk too but of course his first preference is it listen to you and hold you close as you talk and talk and talk

Dawon

Him: OKOKOK yes in caps

You: Lalala

An ardent listener 👏👏👏 And he stares at you like you put up all the stars in the beautiful night sky when you talk so that's nice too ig 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Zuho

Him: Lalala

You: Okokok

BB just wants to be heard and complimented and tbh even you want to listen to him talk the whole day in his deep voice and smile at his silly jokes

Rowoon

Him: Okokok

You: Okokok (Lalala)

Yes ik it seems complicated but you're the type of couple that enjoys peaceful silences and he likes laughing at the funny things that happened in your life recently

Yoo Taeyang

Him: Okokok (Lalala)

You: Lalala (Okokok)

A perfectly balanced relationship 👏👏 You both listen to each other equally and have a set routine for who should talk first when both of your days have been eventful

Hwiyoung

Him: Lalala

You: Okokok

I am sure this man is the most talkative in a relationship and that's just cuz he's comfortable with you and he has so much to say and he wants to tell you about every single small detail cuz you are his best friend and he loves you 🥺

Chani

Him: Okokok

You: Lalala

Very obvious ik but he is just a man of fewer words than most and that applies here as well and ngl he prefers it this way cause then he can scan your face shamelessly when you speak and you're too caught up in remembering the details so you won't catch him and tease him, perfect opportunity really

#sf9 #sf9 fluff #sf9 reactions #sf9 x reader #sf9 x reader fluff #sf9 reaction #youngbin #inseong #jaeyoon #dawon #rowoon #zuho #yoo taeyang #hwiyoung #chani #sf9 chani

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key201303 · 2 years

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Pairing: CollegeStudent!Taeyang x CollegeStudent!@sepguuu

Word count: 2461 words (long af to compensate the wait 😌)

Warnings: angstish (?)

Genre: fluff, angstish, enemies to lovers

Plot: After your bestfriend betrayed you by making you confess your feelings to your crush and get humillated by everyone, you swore you would never talk to him. But years after a boy with a username quite cute appears in your contact list of the trendy app everyone is recently using to communicate and meet people. Will you be able to keep your promise when you find out who that boy is?

DISCLAIMER: TEXT IN PINK IS A MEMORY

A/N: First of all I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO DAMN LONG 🙏🙏 I really hope y'all like it and specially that @sepguuu likes it and enjoys it to the full ❤❤ thank you so much for waiting 💙

Taglist -> @soobin-chois @ailoveyuta (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

800 followers masterlist

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“What is so interesting that you can’t keep your phone away lately?” Your best friend asked as you both finished your lunch before heading to the last class of the day and week. “Oh it’s nothing.” You answered expressionless, throwing your phone back into your bag after sending one last message. “I can’t believe you’re 24/7 glued to that phone if there’s nothing making you do that.” She answered as you both stood up and headed out of the cafe to go back to class. She knew you quite well and when it came to hiding stuff from her, you hated the fact that she could perfectly read you like an open book. Especially if it was boys and love related. Some people may wonder what is so special about that one app you installed a few months ago to chat with people. But the reality was that you found a boy in there that would gladly listen to your ramblings at the end of the day and somehow it became a stress reliever to talk with that unknown boy. And the funniest thing of the whole situation was that in the very beginning you just installed the app so you could talk with other people about it since it became pretty popular against the students of your college and the colleges around the neighborhood you lived in.

You both walked down the crowded halls of the college, walking as fast as you could so you wouldn’t be late to the last class of the week. “Look at your bestie.” Your friend said, pointing at a tall, brown haired boy. “Don’t you dare to call him my bestie again.” You said as you passed next to the boy and rolled your eyes without looking at him. “I really can’t believe you guys are still mad at each other for something that happened 14 years ago.” Your best friend said as you both finally entered the room where the class was about to take place. She was kind of right, being mad at him because of something he did 14 years ago was kind of childish. But you weren’t mad at him because of what he did but because until now, he hasn’t apologized to you for what he did.”I swore I wouldn’t be the first one saying sorry.” You said as you both took your usual seats and as you unpacked your stuff ready to start the class. “Come on, it is Yoo Taeyang who we’re talking about. There’s no way you will be the last one to say sorry.” Your friend added right before the teacher entered the class, creating a deathly silence in the room and not letting your friend explain herself for what she said.

You lowkey hated him, but not to the point to think he was a bad person or the kind of person to never apologize for their mistakes. But her words definitely kept ghosting your mind for the whole class and even some part of the evening. Why would she think he was that kind of person? Were you that blinded by your anger that you couldn’t see how prideful Yoo Taeyang was?

“I promise it’ll be okay and that he’ll love it!” Taeyang said as he tried to help you with the last details of the flower bouquet he suggested you gifted that boy you’ve been having a crush on for the last 3 years. “Okay… I guess I’ll have to trust you.” You said, worry written all over your face. You didn’t want to be rejected or humiliated by that boy. You didn’t even know how Taeyang managed to convince you to do all of this to confess your feelings to that boy. But you guessed you just trusted him because after all he was your best friend. And even though he wasn’t the boy’s best friend, he was pretty close to him so Taeyang definitely knew more things about him than you would ever know.

“I hate you!! How could you do this to me?? You knew how important this was to me!!” You shouted, breaking the flower bouquet into Taeyang’s chest as tears ran down your cheeks like a waterfall. You couldn’t believe he made you get all excited about being brave enough to confess your feelings to later on find out he just plotted everything so the boy you had a crush on hated you and rejected you. “I will never in my life regret anything I did.” He said, pretty convinced of doing what’s correct. “He wasn’t a good choice for you.” Taeyang added, making you feel more and more angry. “That’s not your decision!! Stop acting like you were my mom or someone that is important to me! You’re absolutely nobody!!” You said full of anger. Maybe your words were poisoned by your anger and maybe you would regret saying those things to your best friend. But it was all you could say. It was all that came out of your mouth at that moment. “Say sorry for what you just said.” Taeyang was clearly hurt by your hurting words. “I swear to God I will never be the first one to say sorry. Not anymore.” You said with a fierce voice and walked away as soon as you finished your sentence.

The alarm on your phone woke you up from that terrible dream of remembering your past with Taeyang. Your heart rate was fast and you felt pretty mad at the stupid memory of what happened between both of you and the main reason why you both don’t talk to each other nowadays.

The moment you got out of bed and noticed it was weekend, a small and weak smile creeped on your lips as you walked down the stairs to make you some breakfast before you laid on the couch to binge some of your favorite series that you couldn’t watch during the week due to all the amount of works and assignments you had to do for college.

You were about to take the first bite of your breakfast when your phone lit up with a notification. As soon as you saw the notification you knew you had to drop your toast and answer the message immediately. It was a message from the boy you met in that meeting app. You couldn’t believe you were willing to talk to a stranger on a meeting app from the very beginning of the day but here you are, sitting on your pajamas in the kitchen counter with a pair of toasts and a coffee getting cold and answering messages of that anonymous boy. The only thing you knew about his identity was that he lived in the same city as you and that he attended the same college as you. But seeing his username being “sun_boy” you couldn’t really figure out if you knew him or not.

It definitely felt more surrealistic now that he asked you to meet him in person for the first time. You didn’t really know if it was a good idea to go and meet that boy in person. After all, you didn’t know his identity and seeing the news these days didn’t help either. But you had to admit you were pretty curious about the identity of that sun_boy user and to see if you could also fall in love with his looks apart from falling for his great personality.

An hour went by and you were finally doing some quick tweaks to your outfit and make-up before going out to meet with the boy. The evening was chilly despite the fact of getting closer to the summer vacations and the sky was tinted with a beautiful palette of roses and purples mixed with oranges and yellows, characteristic of a beautiful evening of a summer day. You felt extremely and surprisingly excited about meeting the boy that has been the main reason for your smiles lately and, to be honest, the option of him being a weirdo wanting to hurt you was not a viable option in your mind. You were way too confident of him being a nice person that you couldn't picture him doing something bad to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons why people kidnapped others, because of the excess of confidence but you were too immersed in the thought of finally meeting the boy that made your heart race like a teenager to question yourself about possible bad things that could happen that night.

As soon as you were getting closer to the cafe where you agreed to meet with that “sun_boy”, you spotted your worst nightmare sitting on one of the tables alone. Why is he here alone? Why does he always have to appear in the most nice moments of my life? You questioned yourself as you kept walking towards the cafe, trying your best to look at him in a discreet way but deep inside you, you perfectly knew you were straight staring at him.

You decided to ignore the brown haired boy and head inside the cafe to wait for your date. “(Y/N).” You heard Taeyang saying before you could even open the door that separated the cozy insides of the cafe and the chilly outsides of the said building. “I don’t have time for your bullshit Taeyang.” You said, opening the door and not making any eye contact with him. “I’m sun_boy.” Taeyang said with a quiet thread of voice. You couldn’t hear him and when he noticed you didn’t hear or pretended not to hear what he said, he repeated his words a bit louder. The moment you heard his confession, your blood froze in place, not letting you move your muscles. You didn’t know if he was joking or if he was right, but you couldn’t help being shocked by his sudden confession. “Stop lying with stuff like that… It’s not funny anymore.” You said, turning around to finally meet his gaze. “How would I know you were talking to someone called like that on a private and anonymous app? Don’t you see that’s impossible and quite stupid?” He said letting out a nervous and sarcastic laugh. He was right. It was impossible that he knew that you used that app and that you were texting with someone with that username. “I told you to come here because I want to talk with you, in person, not hiding ourselves behind a screen.” He said, standing up from his seat and walking towards you. He begged. He begged for you to hear what he wanted to tell you. But you didn’t want to hear any of his excuses anymore. You didn’t want to go through what you had to go through 14 years ago again. But the moment he mentioned he just wanted to give you a good reason why he has been doing all of that and give you a proper apology, everything started to change.

“I know I did something terrible… I really know that and trust me, I hate myself for what I did.” He started to say, without being able to lock his eyes with yours. “You did all of that because you wanted, nobody made you do it.” You said, also avoiding his gaze. You were done trying to believe that he did what he did just because he didn’t know what he was doing. But at this point, 14 years later, you knew that it was just an excuse you built yourself to not believe your best friend betrayed you like that. “Maybe you don’t believe me with what I’m going to say, or maybe you will never forgive me if I tell you the truth. But at this point I couldn’t handle the situation anymore.” Taeyang said. You frowned, looking at him confused. “I like you… And I always have… When all of the crush thing happened I was just jealous that you would like someone else instead of me. So I wanted to keep you away from them. I know I was stupid and pretty immature but when I grew and noticed the monumental mistake I made, it was too late to tell you that I was sorry. You didn’t talk to me anymore and you avoided my presence everytime I approached you.” He started to explain. You were speechless and shocked. “And then everyone started to use the tlk2me app… And I thought it would be a good idea to create a profile and see if I could contact you there.” He finally confessed. You couldn’t believe you have been deceived again by him just because he wasn’t brave enough to tell you the truth and facing the cruel reality. “Why is everything a lie in our friendship?” You quietly asked, a few tears threatening to escape your eyes. “You could have just told me from the very beginning that you liked me and nothing of this would have happened…” You said, tears finally filling up your eyes.

You also liked him since the very beginning, you also wanted to be with him since the very beginning but because of the lack of confidence in him to express his feelings you thought he just wanted to be your best friend and so you moved on. It hurts you to leave your best friend behind. It hurts you that you had to leave behind your very first crush. But the worst thing was that he never apologized to you and that made you feel like he really never cared about you. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)... I really am.” He said, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew the moment his eyes would meet yours he would shatter into pieces. **

2 months later… “I can’t believe after all you guys are living happily ever after.” Your best friend said, rolling her eyes at the sight of you and Taeyang holding hands as the three of you headed to get an ice cream to celebrate the summer vacations. “Those happily ever after don't exist.” You said, rolling your eyes, refusing to think about your new relationship with Taeyang to be part of those cheesy fairytales. “Not happily ever afters but maybe destiny does exist.” Taeyang said, winking down at you and drawing a soft smile on your lips. You had to admit he was kind of right. You guys went through a lot, but in the end, you're together again. “It’s like a code lock and the code. If they’re apart they can’t work but if they’re matched together they're perfect.” Taeyang added, making you and your best friend laugh. “We’re like a Love Code lock.” He finally said, pecking your left cheek.

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slytherinshua · 4 months

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HOME WITH YOU

genre. fluff. inseong as a dad. warnings. a toddler (great heavens). mention of overworking. pairing. husband!inseong x nurse!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. inseong is so very dad coded :( along w youngbin also but i decided to write for inseong first probably gonna have that youngbin dad fic soon tho

“You messed it up, daddy!” You heard muffled squeals from the other room. It was still the first week of kindergarten for your 4 year old daughter, Mina. She wanted to wear pigtails every day for school, and your husband had been trying to oblige her request every day where you needed to sleep in.

You worked late shifts at the hospital, especially during the flu season that was just starting. It was exhausting, but coming home to Inseong and Mina always made it worth it.

You forced your eyes open enough to check the time on your phone, groaning when you realized it was still before 7 am. You hadn’t gotten home until past 2 last night, and you were definitely feeling the effects of continual loss of sleep. You needed a break.

The high pitched giggles from your daughter’s bedroom mingling with the deeper raspier chuckles from Inseong brought a small smile to your face. You were happy to be able to hear their joy. But a bittersweet feeling panged your heart as you were once again reminded that Mina was growing up, and because of your work, you were missing out on her childhood.

There really wasn’t much you could do. You couldn’t ask for less shifts— the hospital needed all the nurses it could get, especially since it was already short-staffed. You couldn’t quit your job, either. You needed the money to be able to support your family. The only thing you could do was keep going, with the small hope that the workload might lessen with time.

It was almost time for Mina to get to school, so you heaved your body up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t bother changing— you would probably find yourself falling back to sleep after you said goodbye to her, anyway— but you tried to rid any traces of your tiredness from your face. Though Mina was little, she was very observant. She didn’t understand complicated concepts like overworking, understaffing, and responsibility. But she did understand that if mommy was grumpy, it probably meant that she was tired; and mommy was only tired because she was never at home.

You walked into Mina’s room after you had deemed yourself presentable and immediately smiled at the sight before you. Your daughter adorned 2 lopsided pigtails tied with bright pink scrunchies. They were definitely messy due to your husband’s inexperience in dealing with hair— some loose strands of hair escaping them at the bottom, but they looked cute enough. The teachers at the kindergarten would probably redo her hair if it got undone anyway. Given the bright grin on your daughter’s face, and the way she was smiling up at your husband, you figured she was pleased with her new hairstyle.

“You already for school, Mina?” You asked, kneeling down to be on the same level as her.

“Yes!” She squealed, running up to you to give you a hug. You held her for longer than a normal hug with a toddler would last as you didn’t know when the next opportunity to hold her would be. Though she squirmed a bit, she hugged you back until you separated from her.

“You look very pretty today. Did your dad do your hair for you?” You tilted your head as you admired the messy masterpiece that Inseong had created on her head. The scrunchies matched her pink outfit, altogether making her look twice as cute as usual.

She hummed happily, holding a pigtail in each hand, “It doesn’t hurt when daddy does my hair.”

You laughed, “Of course. He doesn’t want to hurt your precious head, does he? I wonder how long they’ll stay in, though.” You murmured the last part, amused at how the left pigtail was already slipping. Inseong had gone to pack Mina’s little bag, and was now back with it in his hand.

“It’s time to go, princess.” He ushered, taking Mina’s hand and slipping the backpack on her back. “Breakfast’s on the table— coffee on the counter.” He called back to you as he lead her out the door.

You sighed, half happy and half exhausted. Seeing your daughter always energised you, but the high only lasted so long before the crash you always experienced. You were feeling it now, and although your brain and body wanted nothing more than more sleep, you chose to go find the food that Inseong had left out for you.

You smiled at the plate of pink dyed heart-shaped pancakes on a plate waiting for you. You got your cup of coffee and sat down to eat, checking your phone for your next shift in your schedule. Your eyes widened when you read it.

Y/n L/n and Park Sunhwa’s shifts covered for the next 2 days. New locums hired for the second week of September.

You hadn’t had a 2 day break in what felt like years. You wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. You had been so, so exhausted this past month. You finished your breakfast just as Inseong returned from dropping off Mina to school. He picked up on your elated smile quickly, and it quickly triggered his own.

“Why so happy, hm? You looked tired this morning.”

“I’m off for the next 2 days.” You told him happily as you loaded your dishes into the dishwasher.

“Really? That’s amazing, love. You deserve the rest.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms. You sighed as you leaned your head onto his chest and circled your arms around his waist tightly, letting all the exhaustion and frustration slowly release from the embrace.

“It’s been so exhausting. Missed you so much.” You mumbled, savouring every second you could feel being so close to him. The gentle squeeze of his arms around you, his calming scent reaching your nose, the soft thump of his heart in his chest. You were so glad to be back in his arms.

“You should go back to sleep while you can. It’s hard to sleep when Mina’s back from school.” He suggested, swaying you back and forth in his arms.

“Want to sleep next to you.” You responded, not objecting to the idea, but hugging him a little tighter just in case he might try to escape.

He laughed, stroking your hair, “Okay. We can sleep next to each other.”

Getting back into bed, this time cuddled up next to your husband, felt like home. It was quiet and intimate, and drowsiness quickly took over your body. You said I love you’s in hushed voices, and Inseong pressed light kisses to your head, reminding you of how hard you had worked and how proud he is of you. You fell asleep before him given your tiredness. He held you in his arms for a long time, listening to your steady breath and appreciating the feeling of you so close.

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restlessmaknae · 2 years

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like the night sky [hwiyoung]

You realise after getting to know your co-worker (who’s also a part of a punk-rock band) that everyone’s a bit lost sometimes, and there’s always more to people than you would think so.

➳ Characters: punk-rock band member!Hwiyoung x female!reader/you

➳ Featuring: P1Harmony’s Keeho, Cherry Bullet’s Haeyoon & Jiwon, SF9′s Chanhee

➳ Genre: band au, slice of life, fluff

➳ Words: 5.3k

➳ Warning: mention of food, insecurities (let me know if there are more!)

➳ A/N: This story can absolutely be read on its own, but it’s also part of my ‘kids in the dark’ series which centers around two fictional punk-rock/rock bands including Hwiyoung’s, Ten’s, Juyeon’s and Yeonjun’s stories. Check out the other stories if you’re interested!

Sometimes you wish that you could be cool like your best friend Jiwon who knows exactly what she wants - finishing her business degree as a top student, then landing a job at either Samsung or SK Telecom as a marketing assistant - or as passionate about your dreams as your co-worker Keeho who's currently working to save up money to do a backpacking trip around Europe within a year because he doesn't want anything to limit him, he just wants to enjoy life while he still can. Sometimes you wish that you could have a specific dream like so or something that you want to do with your life, but truthfully, you don't have anything like that.

You've always been interested in fashion, but dropped out of uni after a year because you realised fashion design wasn't your thing after all, and since then, you've been kind of lost. Everyone seems to have it all together but you. Yet, you also know that whatever you want, you need money, so you're working at a convenience store five days a week, covering the night shift on Fridays and having the Sunday shift every second weekend. This way, even if you find your calling in the near future, you have some money you can use as you don't want to burden your parents even more.

Still, that uncertainty is gawking at you, and sometimes you find it difficult to wake up motivated and go to work. Being this lost and aimless in your life isn't something that you like to deal with, but it's something that you must do either way. Even if you're terrible at concealing it sometimes.

“Are you okay?” Another co-worker of yours, Youngkyun, inquires when you let out the third sigh of the morning as you're arranging the shelf in front of you while he's loading some items onto the opposite shelf.

“Yeah, sure,” you mumble absentmindedly, already used to telling everyone the same because you don't want to burden them. Probably everyone else has it worse than you. At least, you have a job, you should be thankful for that, too.

“Alright,” he breathes out, not too convinced, yet he's kind enough not to press the buttons. Youngkyun is a nice guy. You don't know him that well since he usually has the slot after yours while you have your shifts with Keeho or Haeyoon most of the time, so you don't usually exchange a lot of words. Yet, yesterday, Keeho spent more time in the staff toilet than between the shelves, so Youngkyun is covering his place today, that's why you're there together.

You don't want to talk about the matter though since it's not like he can help you and it's not like you're close. Still, something tugs at your heart because he not only noticed that something was off, but also decided to ask about it which is usually quite rare when it comes to others’ observations regarding your behaviour. There are worse and better days, that's all.

You continue loading the items and arranging the shelves in silence for a while, but even with the ladder under you, you have a difficult time reaching the top shelf. You let out yet another sigh when a plastic bottle falls from the top shelf onto the ground.

You're about to get down from the ladder, but Youngkyun is faster, and already reaches it out to you when you get down halfway.

“Thank you,” you say, a bit taken aback, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

“No problem,” he mumbles, and looks at you for a few seconds longer than he probably should because you grab the bottle from his hands as quickly as possible. Truthfully, since you've never interacted a lot before, your surprise is newfound when you recognize the hazel brown shade of his eyes and the way his chin-length hair slightly curls at the back of his head. You remember that you were a bit baffled by his slightly longer hair when you first saw him because guys your age don't have such hair, but it suits him, you have to admit it.

You don't ponder over his worried eyes though, you turn back to the shelf instead, continuing what you've been doing. Youngkyun doesn't speak up either, and so you think it's enough of an interaction for one day, but around half an hour before the end of your shift, he speaks up, asking if it would be a problem for him to leave now.

“I've talked about it with Mr Kim, he says it's fine, but I've wanted to ask you, too,” he explains as if you could go against anything that Mr Kim - your boss - says. Plus, it's not like the peak time is just before closing hours.

“Sure. I'll manage.”

“Thank you so much. I really need to leave now to be in time for the soundcheck,” he justifies, directing a relieved smile at you, and you nod, trying to mirror his actions.

You don't even think too much about it, but as he leaves the store, waving you a coy goodbye, and puts on a leather jacket, you wonder whether he's like an aspiring artist or something because who else would go for a soundcheck looking like that?

Then again, it could be something you don’t have any idea about, and maybe he also has it all together unlike you.

The thing with Keeho is that even if you don't ask him anything, he'll just say whatever comes to his mind, and the next time you see him, it's no different. He goes on about how he thinks his stomachache and three-day long diarrhoea (you didn't need the details, but anyway) was because of the raw fish his Japanese friend has made him eat, and how much pain he's been in and so on. So when he goes on to say how lucky he was that Youngkyun could take his place, you decide to shoot your shot, feeling curious. You try to be subtle though, so you say:

“He did leave a bit early due to some soundcheck, but I've managed.”

“Oh yeah. It must be because of his band,” Keeho shrugs as he's currently going through the pre-packaged sandwiches to see which ones have their expiration dates soon. That's good enough, he's occupied instead of watching your facial expressions, hence you pry further.

“He's in a band?”

“Oh yeah. It's pretty cool, isn't it? It's called Rebel Rhapsody, and they're making rock slash punk-rock music. I've seen them once, actually accidentally because my bro - Kevin - from international school knows the guy who's the drummer of the band, so we went to one of their gigs,” he chatters without a care in the world.

You should be surprised that he once accidentally saw his co-worker playing in a band instead of knowing it beforehand, but it's Keeho, and it seems like he knows the whole neighbourhood. He has a lot of friends from the international school he went to, he has the friends who are the sons of his mother's girlfriends, he's friends with his neighbours and probably even a lot more people, they are just who you know of.

“Ah, I didn't know,” you mumble under your breath, and the boy hums as he places a still good sandwich on the shelf.

“You might be able to get to know him better. Mr Kim said that we'll need to arrange our schedules again once the new semester starts and Haeyoon and Chanhee know about their classes. So we might not have all our shifts together which is just saaaad,” he pouts like a child as he turns to you, looking for confirmation. You let your lips curl upwards at his antics.

“I know, it's sad. But who knows? We might still have all of our slots together,” you shrug, and seeing the boy's radiant smile, you know that it was worth it. It's so easy to make him smile, but it's not that easy the other way round.

Keeho was right. You do get to know about your new schedule a few weeks later. Since you don't have uni or anything else besides this job of yours, you're fine with anything, it's up to others instead.

It seems that you have more night shifts this time, and just like Keeho has mentioned, you're separated for two days out of the five. You have half of your shift with Haeyoon and the other with Youngkyun on those two days which is more than fine with you.

The fun(ny) thing about working at this particular convenience store is that whoever has the shift can decide on the songs you listen to, and since Keeho is just so full of song recs, you usually let him put on some playlist and blast it through the speakers. Obviously, there are some songs that are out of the question (containing swear words and such), but Mr Kim is usually in the back office area dealing with the supplies and invoices, so he doesn't have anything against Keeho's playlists that can contain anything from Nicki Minaj to Taylor Swift.

On the other hand, Haeyoon is more of a slow song type of girl, so you listen to a lot of ballads and R&B songs with a sprinkle of fun, usually upbeat songs to compensate for the chill, sometimes sleep-inducing songs. When you had your shift with Youngkyun for the first time when he covered for Keeho, you went for an online radio station like always, and since he didn't say anything about the music, you didn't ask either.

However, the next time you have your shift with Youngkyun and he arrives after you (he's not late, you're just early), you feel the need to ask if he would like to listen to something else. Maybe even see for yourself if he prefers heavier songs given the fact that he's part of a band.

“Oh, it's fine with me. I don't mind listening to the radio,” he shrugs his shoulder casually, and you hum, turning back to the counter to spray it with some antibacterial surface cleanser and then wipe it off.

Today, he has his hair in a man bun, and gosh, it does look good on him. His chin-length hair makes it seem like he’s some kind of royalty, and gives his face a softer shape, but with him pulling his hair into a bun, his features appear more mature and chiselled. You have a difficult time imagining him in a punk-rock band, but it’s not like looks are everything.

“So uhm…” Youngkyun breaks the silence that falls over the two of you (excluding the new N.Flying song that’s coming on the radio), and you turn towards him, tilting your head curiously. “Are you studying at uni like Haeyoon and Chanhee?” He asks tentatively, probably for a conversation starter rather than anything else, so you don’t think too much into it. It’s not like you have anything to hide, right?

“Ah, no. Uhm… I’ve dropped out.”

You’ve already received multiple reactions to such a statement, people looking at you with either pity, sadness or disappointment. Youngkyun, on the other hand, doesn’t seem taken aback at all. He seems rather unfazed, and you’re already thankful for that, but for his words, even more so.

“If it didn’t seem right, that’s good, I guess,” he concludes solemnly, and the empathy he oozes makes you speechless for a moment. You try hard to find the right words to say, but nothing comes out. You just look at him, wondering what he might be hiding under those hazel orbs, and what layers are there to him to react so supportively to an otherwise (usually) shocking sentence.

“How about you?” You mutter when you find enough will in you to pull yourself together, shaking yourself out of your own awe.

“Me neither. I'm working here and also at a music store.”

Somehow, you aren’t surprised by that. If he’s in a band, there’s a high chance that he enjoys music, and what better way to work than work somewhere where you’re close to what you like? Also, you aren’t surprised that he has two part-time jobs because he’s not a full-time employee here like you, so if he’s not making that much money with his band (you have no idea), maybe he needs it.

“I bet they have better background music than we do,” you blurt out without thinking too much into it, but he bursts into this caramel-sweet laughter, and it’s gooey, it’s warm and it’s addictive. Something tugs at your heart, sending your lips into a bit of a crooked yet nevertheless genuine smile.

“It’s not better, it’s just different,” he explains nevertheless, a smile still hiding in the corner of his lips. “I’m actually in a band, and they let us practice there, so it’s great,” he adds casually, and you think that it’s a good sign that he has let you on this fact himself, so you dare to ask:

“Yeah, Keeho said that you’re in a punk-rock band. How did that come about?”

It’s a funny story, he says, and it’s actually one. He and an ex-member of the band were classmates and they stood beside each other in the school choir, so they got close, sharing the same passion for music (even if school choirs are probably the furthest thing from what they’re doing now, and that’s exactly why it’s funny). Juyeon - their drummer - and Ten - lead vocalist and rhythmic guitarist - lived together after Juyeon had moved to Seoul. They didn’t know that they both liked music until it just came up during one of their conversations. After that, they’ve started looking for members who might be interested in starting a band, and Youngkyun and Wooyoung having advanced from school choir to a school band joined them after finishing high school.

However, before you can ask him about how they come up with songs and arrangements, a customer comes in, and you greet her, Youngkyun going back to the cash desk after sending a smile at you. You turn back to the shelf only to smile to yourself, curious how his story would continue, hoping that it wouldn’t be as awkward between you two from now on as it was before.

It’s not awkward at all, it seems. You and Youngkyun continue getting to know each other through small talks between cleaning the store, arranging the shelves or dealing with customers. You get to know that he’s more confident in his guitar skills than his singing, but the other members are very supportive and help him out whenever he struggles with singing. He also lets you know how one of their previous members left the band when you casually ask you about it, and even though it’s kind of an infuriating story (Wooyoung leaving for another band), he says that they’ve grown closer with Ten and Juyeon even more since the incident, but they’re still hoping to find another singer.

You also talk about how you’ve dropped out of your fashion designer major, and that you have no idea what you want to do from now on which comes as a great relief - to be able to say it out loud at least. Youngkyun isn’t judgemental - he never is around you though Keeho always calls him out because the boy is sometimes cheeky with him -, he points out that you’re still young and have plenty of time to figure things out.

“I know, it’s just that there are so many people around me who are my age and they have something to brag about - having a degree, doing internships, having their own flat, going abroad and such. Meanwhile, I don’t have any of those,” you admit what’s been really bugging you lately, especially seeing your acquaintances' photos on social media about their graduation.

“I used to think like that, too. With our band still trying to break through, it’s difficult not to undermine your achievements,” he hums solemnly, halting in filling the shelf and turning towards you with his body. You turn to him in return, searching for his hazel-brown eyes that shine under the light coming from the lamps above you.

Some time ago, you were icky about being close to him. Not because it was him but because you preferred when people didn’t invade your private space. However, you’ve grown accustomed to being so close to him that you can spot the moles on his face, your hands brushing when you reach into boxes together, your shoulders brushing when you look at stock information together on the computer screen and your fingertips electrifying each other’s when you hand each other the keys. So many tiny things that make you unfazed when it comes to your other co-workers, but when it comes to him, your heart does somersaults, and your cheeks dress in so many different shades of red and pink, it’s almost embarrassing.

How can you not react like this though when Youngkyun is just so kind, so attentive and so understanding? His empathy is something that you appreciate a lot, and whatever you talk about, you just feel… normal beside him. Not the odd one out. You feel at ease, and it’s not something that a lot of people can make you feel. Not to mention his dimples that pop out whenever his lips curl upwards, a sight that makes your heart beat a million times faster.

You try to pacify your heartbeat this time too when it feels like his gaze is searing into your soul. Nevertheless, his raspy voice when he speaks up sends a shiver down your spine.

“Have you taken some time off for yourself ever since you started working here?” Youngkyun asks, and you blink confused.

“Of course. I’ve taken my days off as I should have.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he corrects himself, some awkwardness lingering in his words. “I meant that have you taken yourself somewhere nice or tried something out that you’ve wanted with the money you’ve earned?”

Oh. Now it makes sense why he had such a question because no, you haven’t. You’ve always tried to save up in case something calls to you, and you need the money urgently, but truthfully, since you still live at home with your parents and they don’t want you to move out until you have a “more serious” job, all you do is pay for your expenses such as food and travel, you don’t really spend money on yourself.

So you shake your head, too struck by the realisation to mutter out a few words.

“I think you should. You worked hard in the past years, you really deserve to see what you can get yourself with the money you’ve earned,” he mentions seriously, and suddenly, you feel like a child being caught red-handed.

“How about you? Did you do so?” You blurt out in all your confusion, and seeing the boy’s perplexed expression, you feel amused. Huh, so it’s not like that the other way round either.

“Well, I’m busy with practising…”

“Well then, I’ll do it if you do it too,” you shrug casually, and you’re about to turn back to the shelf, but Youngkyun’s question catches you off-guard.

“You mean we should do something together?”

You try not to appear too dumbfounded by his question because that could backfire, but oh gosh, did you really phrase yourself like that? Not like you would mind, honestly, but still… Even just the thought of spending time with Youngkyun out of the store seems scary yet exciting at the same time, and you can’t stop your heart from jumping up and down with all the overwhelming emotions that are washing through you.

“I mean…” You clear your throat, blinking up at the boy who’s towering over you, and all you can see is curiosity. No judgement, no protest, just curiosity. Which only prompts you further. “We can if you want to, but we don’t have to. I’ve just said so because it seems you aren’t treating yourself either. Which, you know, isn’t a problem, but you’ve just mentioned that I should, so…” Your voice trails off when you realise just how much you’re blabbering, and even the boy’s lips curl upwards at your rambling, so you feel like it’s better if you just shut your mouth.

“Okay, we can do so,” he gives in without hesitation, his lips stretching into a wide, sunshine-like smile. You smile back at him, but it’s so automatic, you don’t actually realise it until you turn back to the shelf to continue loading it.

Gosh, just what did you get yourself into? Going somewhere other than the store and doing something together with Youngkyun? You would have never thought you would reach this point, but you don’t mind. You really don’t.

So you just continue smiling to yourself until a customer comes and duty calls.

After agreeing on doing something together, slowly all the details come together. You don’t rush anything, and since you’re working most of the time, you don’t even have time to discuss it further.

However, sometimes you stay together at the store after closing for the day, talking about your upcoming day-trip and you start walking to the metro station together as well. It’s natural, so you don’t think too much into it. It’s not like the boy walks you all the way home because he goes in the opposite direction from the station, but still, it’s more than just spending time together at the store.

Even when Keeho learns that you’re taking a day off and teases you about it once he asks what you’ll do, you don’t mind. He also blurts out that Youngkyun has been talking about you for some time, so it’s not like he didn’t see it coming.

“Come on, it was so obvious. Like you are both the types to be all shy and reserved and you both need time to open up, but you’ve been smiling so much ever since you have shifts together. I bet it’s not because of the repainting of the walls,” Keeho explains as he points around you, and you can’t help but laugh at his assumption. While it’s true that Mr Kim has decided to have the staff room and the front of the store re-painted and it looks much better than before, it’s definitely not because of that.

“Besides, I’m rooting for you two. I’m all about self-love, you know, but I really hope I can say that this store has brought you two together, and I could see it for myself. Like that would be soooo romantic,” he coos into your ears as he’s walking past you, brushing his shoulders with yours.

You blush too deeply to be able to get back at him, but no matter how much he claims that your day-trip seems like a date and you claim that it’s not (your best friend is the same), you can’t get it out of your head when you take the train to the coastal town together with Youngkyun, him talking about band stories while passing by cities and you sharing family stories about summers and school trips and whatever that comes to your mind. You listen to snippets of Rebel Rhapsody’s songs through the earphones he shares with you and watch as he blushes hearing your compliments. You point out certain fractions in the beautiful scenery on the other side of the window, both of you taking pictures of it (and of him, too).

When you get to the town, you start by walking along the main road, going through the market square and trying out some food and drinks at the different vendors. It’s just the perfect day for such an activity, the sun shines but not too bright, just enough to make you feel warm and comforted (or maybe it’s Youngkyun’s presence).

After filling your belly, you walk to the coast, drawing tiny little nothings in the sand with your shoes, dipping your feet in the cold water, walking all the way to the lighthouse to look into the unknown from there while taking many pictures of the scenery (and each other), laughing when seagulls attack you or the wind gets into your hair, making all the time spend on brushing and styling it in the morning worthless. Though from the sweet smiles and heartfelt giggles that you receive from the boy, it’s all worth it.

After all the walking, you sit down on a bench along the coast and look around, thankful that you’ve decided to come here and you did it with Youngkyun on top of that. It’s just so tranquil, not only the scenery and the scattered dots of people in the distance, the light blue shade of the sea, but also the light breeze that caresses your cheeks, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the boy’s sound breathing beside you.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Youngkyun speaks up, his voice coming out raspy yet still oh so gentle. His voice is just as calming as his personality despite its depth.

“It is,” you hum, taking a deep breath before you continue. Something’s been weighing down on your chest, it’s time to let it out. “It’s making me see things in a different light. We’ve come across many people today at the train station, on the train, at the market and here along the shore as well, and everyone probably has their own worries and uncertainties. A lot of them seem to enjoy what they’re doing. Like you wouldn’t say to that lovely old lady at the juice stall that she doesn’t have a serious job or tell the ticket inspector to find something else. I guess I was just too hard on myself, too fixated on the girl who thought that she had to be a fashion designer at all costs or else, she wouldn’t matter.”

When you say it out loud, it seems so mean, so burdening. The truth is, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself these past years, and it’s true that it’s very ill of you to tell that to anyone, let alone yourself. Ever since you became uncertain about your uni major and eventually dropped out, you’ve been making yourself feel less because of it. Hearing yourself admit it, it’s just as bitter as it is deliberating; as if you’re crawling out of a cage you’ve put yourself in.

“You aren’t that girl anymore. You’ve changed, and that’s okay,” Youngkyun breaks the silence when he realises that you’re too up in your head to add anything else. “Besides, if you hadn’t gotten into your major, you would have been upset over it and felt like you missed out on your calling. While attending university, you’ve realised that it’s not what you want to do, so you don’t have regrets now,” he adds gently, watching your reaction attentively as if he was afraid of you going against his words, claiming that it’s not like that.

On the other hand, he’s right. It would have been so much worse if you hadn’t made it, if you hadn’t given it a chance, so that you wouldn’t have been able to see it for yourself that you actually don’t want to go down this path.

“Do you have any regrets because you’re working two part-time jobs to be able to make music?” You turn to him, curious if he wishes his life turned out any different. The way his lips curl upwards and he runs a hand through his hazelnut-locks so smoothly tells you the answer that you’re searching for even without his confirmation.

“No. I have two very close friends because of music, they almost feel like brothers I’ve never had. Music is also a kind of creative outlet for me that’s still a bit… personal. Juyeon likes to say that I’m able to tell through music what I can’t put into words, and I think he’s right.”

“Well, your music really speaks to many. I hope it’ll find many more people that need it,” you tell him encouragingly, and he gives you that crooked yet beautiful half-smile that makes him appear like a prince, so elegant yet still so soft, and you wish you could capture this feeling in your chest, the warmth that radiates off of him, the comfort that moves into your heart and the way his face lights up at the compliment. All of it is just so different, so scattered, yet when they are together, it makes the experience magical. Much like the notes in a song that result in something so grand and beautiful.

You continue smiling at each other, sharing heartfelt words over the sounds of the waves crashing and the hustle-bustle from tourist groups walking along the shore, and you realise that he was right (as always): you really needed this. All of this, Youngkyun included.

Your best friend - Jiwon - likes to say that life is like the night sky; sometimes you hate when it comes because you want daylight to stretch on further just so that you can enjoy the sunshine, the warmth and the lack of dark, sometimes you really love it and look forward to it because days can seem endless and the sky darkening means that no matter how much today sucks, it’ll be over soon.

You agree with her, but you would also add to her words that it’s nice to look up at the night sky because of the stars that always come up. They shine bright, they continue lighting up the way for people wandering the streets, and if it weren’t for them, there would be constant darkness. They seem like such tiny particles from afar, but just how much impact do they have? It’s truly fascinating.

You feel like meeting Youngkyun was like finding a new star on the sky; he’s been around you for sometime before you got to know each other, but you’ve never paid much attention to him, never got close. Since then though, you’re looking for him, waiting for the time to see him, and you appreciate the light and warmth he brings into your life. There might be other stars on the sky, other things that could make you happy, but it was him that lit up your way. You might not know where you’re headed still, but you’re trying to be okay with it.

And him? He’s doing well, Rebel Rhapsody has been asked to perform at more places, and they’ve even entered a competition that could secure them a record deal. You’re supporting him as much as you can, truly hoping that their music will find those who need it just like you do. So even when he’s not with you, you just put in your earphones and listen to their songs, your heart feeling a bit lighter every time.

And you two? Everyone around you two (especially Keeho, Jiwon and Youngkyun’s bandmates) seem to be prepared for the confession you have when you announce that you’re together, and since then, you can’t hear the end of it that they’ve told you so. You don’t mind though, after all, you can’t always see all the stars on the sky, and it takes time to find the one that’s meant for you.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story! It means a lot to me. ❤️

This whole series actually started with a drabble&moodboard challenge back in 2020, but soon enough, I’ve realised that I would like to write more about this band that I’ve put together (Rebel Rhapsody), and then the “rival” band (Gen Z Tragedy). Punk-rock was something that I’ve gotten into when I was younger (meaning: around 13), and it’s still something that has a special place in my heart. So even though it took 2 years, that’s a wrap for this series! Hope you’ve enjoyed it, and even if you haven’t read all the stories, thanks for reading this one! *-*

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

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sf9 + drunkenly flirting with them in front of the members

Youngbin ❧ He’s flushed pink, both from the liquor in his system and the way you’re trying to seduce him. The presence of his members does little to help, but perhaps it’s not all that inconvenient. It makes something in him come alive. He knows you. He knows that you’d be mortified in the morning when Inseong would no doubt join you as soon as he woke up to show you the video he took of you flirting with your boyfriend, voice slurred and leaning into his side heavily. And he knows you’d then start apologizing and barely look him in the eye thinking he was embarrassed by your behavior. That’s the thing though. The members are here and he is their leader, and while not one to take advantage of the role he was given, this is one situation where he will make an exception. Perhaps that’s why his friend only chuckles before turning his screen towards Youngbin to show him that not only he stopped recording, he also deleted the file. There’s soft laughter to be heard around the room, fond as much as it is teasing. They can tease him all they want, but you will be protected. He turns back to you, still cooing about how handsome he is. He leans closer, throwing a compliment right back at you. The stars in your eyes as you realize your flirting is working is worth every not-so-quiet whipped that he hears and no doubt will hear in the days to come.

Inseong ❧ He’s used to it, he’s fine with it. He’s long since accepted and grew comfortable with occasionally making himself the fool for the entertainment of others. Besides, his priority is always you, and if you want to whisper into his ear and blush and giggle as if you were confessing the dirtiest wishes, then so be it. He humors you, gasping and averting his eyes in mock shyness and embarrassment. The others would have told you to get a room a long time ago if they didn’t know better. It’s not dirty fantasies you’re so secretly murmuring into Inseong’s ear. I think my Spotify is broken. You’re not listed in the hottest singles. That one makes him chuckle for real, and he considers acting offended because hey, he really is on spotify and he is not in the hottest singles. However, he knows how easily your mood can flip in your intoxicated state and he doesn’t want to cause you distress. It’s getting late anyway. And so instead he informs you, a conspiratorial smirk on his lips, that it’s because he’s not single. Before the confusion on your face can turn into hurt, he kisses you slowly, sharing the catch - you’re the reason he’s not single, and do you maybe want to go home with him? You agree and get up before he can assure you he only cares about your safety. As he helps you into your coat, the boys impatiently demand to know which terrible horrible pick up line has done it today. He grumbles his response, whining that they need to work hard this year so you can’t use it ever again.

Jaeyoon ❧ He wants to pay his undivided attention to making sure you’re alright, but it’s near impossible with the way you keep not-so-subtly checking him out. He’s told you to be careful with how much you drink and apparently he should’ve also told Zuho. Maybe then he could avoid this mess. Jaeyoon makes a mental note to never let you talk and wine with the other man again. What’s worse is that now everyone is staring at both of you, in various states of intoxication and loudness, as you practically drape yourself over Jaeyoon and start cooing at him about how handsome he is. He feels his cheeks heat up while you’re apparently smitten with his smile. At least with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist he can steady you and make sure you’re not bumping into every single piece of furniture. It feels good to have your attention solely on him, to know that even when your mind is altered he’s the only one you want. It makes him soft, much softer than he cares to admit. What’s less endearing is that you refuse to leave his side - ‘i’m not taking any chances, you’re too hot’ - and so you need to shout to converse with the others. All the noise gets too much, and soon whoever wants to talk to you or Jaeyoon needs to come closer. You cling to him more, squeezing yourself against him. His chest puffs out in pride. Everyone must’ve underestimated your attraction to him - whoever teases either of you gets an earful about why Jaeyoon apparently is the only man ever, and he couldn’t love you more.

Dawon ❧ It’s getting worse by the second. You’re flirting - he should have known your tolerance wouldn’t be the same as his - and your hand is on his thigh and the members are looking and cheering for him and he’s lost. He really should’ve tried drinking with you before allowing you to meet the members under these circumstances. Now he doesn’t know what to do and it’s not a good feeling. He hasn’t drunk that much but maybe he could feign feeling sick? Only as soon as he starts getting up you’re pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You’re pouting, the cute pout you always do when you want something and that makes him cave every time. He hears some chuckles about how cute you are and - “Yeah, that’s my cute baby” he coos at you, sitting right back down. Your eyes sparkle as he stretches his arm on the back of the couch behind you and you lean into him almost immediately. As if he could leave you here with these animals. Who knows what embarrassing stories they’d tell you, he does a pretty good job of ruining his idol image in front of you himself, thank you very much. Or worse yet, maybe they’d steal your attention away. He wouldn’t blame you, you’re intoxicated and his members are handsome. Yet when he does have to leave to use the bathroom, he returns to you pouting once more. Taeyang obviously wants to talk to you but you look like you’re about to kick his ass for trying. Apparently Sanghyuk doesn’t have to worry at all.

Zuho ❧ He doesn’t mean to be hurting your feelings, really not. But you’re adorable and he’s shy. He’s surrounded by people most dear to him and everyone is having the time of their life so forgive him if he’s feeling just a little out of his mind. You cross your arms over your chest as he laughs at yet another of your attempts at seducing him. You’re doing such a good job and you don’t even know it. He leans into your personal space, the smile still on his lips and it grows bigger as you lower your gaze. From the corner of his eye he can see Sanghyuk dramatically reaching for the bowl of popcorn. He cups your cheek as he reminds you that you’re already together and there’s no need for that - that there hasn’t been a time when he didn’t want you to be his. His mind reels when in the next second you smirk and poke his cheek, telling him that you know that but you want him right now in a voice low enough for the onlookers to whine about not having caught that. Not to mention that their curiosity only grows seeing Zuho’s wide eyes and shocked expression. He did not expect that. Lowkey panicking, he scans the faces of his members if they indeed are oblivious to the words that left your mouth. It seems so, just like it seems you won’t be patient for much longer. Maybe it’s best to end the night here.

Rowoon ❧ Your shyness around him now is a faint blush, maybe a second of your gaze being averted from under the scrutiny of his eyes. Finally you’ve reached a stage in your relationship where you’re comfortable with each other. So perhaps he shouldn’t feel warmth spread through his chest as the tips of your ears turn red and your giggles carry that sweetness of genuine bashfulness. And yet you still try your best to charm him. Quiet flirtatious whispers meet his ears and he leans closer to you with each of them. The noise in the background is insignificant and the eight pairs of eyes watching you too. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, since he’s thought back to when you started dating. His chest is tight and eyes soft, and really it’s almost exactly like back then- He’s about to start leaning in when a hand falls on his shoulder, startling him. Both of you jump in surprise, creating some distance between you like two teenagers caught doing something improper. Here goes the teasing, and the blush is disappearing from your cheeks as you start bickering with his friends. Yet he remains smitten, eyes insistent on watching you. You’ve put a spell on him. And then you turn, your eyes meet. Ah, there’s the blush spreading again… You smile at him and he’s gone.

Yoo Taeyang ❧ You push and he pushes right back. Having cornered you away from the prying eyes, Taeyang feels more at ease. You’re cute with your cheeks flushed red and eyes slightly out of focus as you flirt with him. Call him selfish, but this isn’t a sight meant for the eyes of anyone but him. Besides with a wall behind your back and to your side, plus him in front of you and his arm around your waist, you can sway all you want but you’re safe. No falling, no tripping over your own feet. He keeps a glass of water nearby and sometimes he makes you work for his attention, for his own flirty responses, and makes you drink water before giving you what you want. Call him antisocial, but he sees the guys every day and you’re his person. He needs to take care of you first. And since he’s not going to get away from this situation with a new bunch of things Dawon will tease him for no matter what he does, he can at least make sure you won’t suffer the same fate. He sees the moment the alcohol begins catching up with you and you respond more and more slowly. If you realize that now he’s just coaxing you to stay awake until you get to the car, without any implications of behavior improper for a public space, you don’t respond with more than a loving smile. And if he notices that you cling to him, yet seem more wary of his members as you say your goodbyes and it gets his heart racing in his chest, well, that’s only for him to know.

Hwiyoung ❧ He can feel all eight pairs of eyes on the two of you. Worse yet, he can hear the guys teasing and cooing, and he knows there’s a flush to his face and neck that has nothing to do with the two shots and half a bottle of beer that he’s been nursing the whole evening. He moves in his spot so that at least he can cover you with his body. A purely gentlemanly gesture meant to protect you from their curious eyes, and his selfish desire to guard you and keep you all to himself in this vulnerable state. What Youngkyun isn’t expecting is for you to grab his collar and pull him close as you walk backwards until you’re against the wall and he knows he’s red red. The wolf whistles in the background do nothing to help and he could almost cry with relief when Rowoon tells them to calm down even as he’s laughing himself. And when your hands slide down his chest to his waist, Youngkyun’s a goner. His brain shuts down. The way you’re looking at him should be forbidden outside of your bedroom. He really doesn’t know what to do. A breathy chuckle spills from his lips, a reflex to hide his embarrassment. It saves his life, though. Your face breaks out in a bright smile at the sound and suddenly you’re hugging him tight. He’s confused, but honestly you’re finally acting like yourself and not like any little touch will make you drag him to the bedroom and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Chani ❧ He realizes that he made a mistake the moment the words leave his mouth. He groans, quickly picking up another breadstick and shoving it in your mouth. You glare at him, chewing and trying to pout at the same time. Apparently the line you prepared and didn’t get a chance to say was a good one. One ice cold look of his is enough to shut up the others and their whines of wanting to hear what you had to say. You wildly gesture towards them, expressing your support, only getting Chani’s eye roll in response. It’s bad enough to be the youngest and be in a relationship, but this is a nightmare. Maybe you’ll sober up if he keeps feeding you though. He realizes that you’ve been quiet since that last snack and so he turns to you. The sight has him sighing. You look so dejected he feels a little bad. And so he leans closer to you, motioning for you to whisper to him what you had to say before. You perk up and do. To be fair, it’s the corniest line he’s ever heard. At the same time, you look so proud of yourself he allows himself a little smile and a quick peck to your cheek. He can blame it on the alcohol later. Or sooner, since his older brothers begin demanding kisses too. But it seems your intoxicated self is not only much cheesier than your sober self, you’re also more protective. He doesn’t protest when you all but wrap yourself around him. Maybe he’ll blame that on the booze too.

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