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channoticedmeuwu · 10 months

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𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 — 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

p — KANG TAEHYUN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, a few dirty jokes, suggestive if u wanna squint, bsf!taehyun | w — mutual pining, they drinking coffee

A/N — KISS. sorry. I haven't written for taehyun in a solid while so here we go. it will happen again. 🫶 also, the weather is so nice here !! the rain reminded me of drives, so this is v self indulgent hah

🎧 — “MONA LISA” - dominic fike & “LIKE CRAZY” - jimin

taehyun's been your best friend for quite some time now. and to get straight to the point, you didn't feel just best friends anymore. you couldn't exactly remember when you've felt this way about someone, but you can't exactly blame yourself— taehyun was making you forget about anyone else but him.

so imagine your excitement when he called you that late sunday evening, telling you to grab your coat and wallet because he was coming to pick you up to drive around the rain. you remember he licked his lips when you entered, his eyes slowly glazing around your outfit before he chuckled at some joke you don't remember making.

the gush of cold wind from the outside had entered the car when you opened the door, and made his glasses fog up from the temperature difference in & out the car. you giggled at him as he pulled them off to wipe them clean, scowling at you before eventually giving into a smile.

and he'd eye you occasionally while the two of you stood at a red light, the color bleeding through the wet windshield and onto your features as you mouthed the lyrics to a song you chose— holding an invisible mic underneath his chin, before he'd shake his head, and you'd complain, “you're no fun!”

and the two of you sat in a Starbucks parking lot, laughing about how absurd the content of the latest quiz was. soft ‘pitter patter’ echoing as the rain hit the roof of his car, sunroof cover off and absorbing the pale color of the sky illuminating the insides of the car. he was talking about something you don't recall too well, all ears for the way his lips pressed together occasionally mid convo, the way his eyes beamed everytime he smiled, or when he'd stop sometimes to catch his breath from how fast he was speaking. and you remember him asking you, “are you listening?” with a snap of his fingers in front of your face, smirking at you. but he didn't give you a chance to respond— excusing himself to quickly run and bring in the drinks you two ordered.

and you caught the absolute lovesick look you had on in the rear view mirror, feeling suddenly embarrassed. is that how you look at him constantly?

and when he returned, you realized how his aura was just emphasized by the rain. droplets that were not yet absorbed into his hair spread sprinkled upon his bangs like pearls, freckled water upon his cheeks that he was wiping away with the corner of his sleeve— like he was some royalty, with a sparkly hue sprinkling down from the sky itself.

and he caught you staring, turning a shade of pink. “stop looking at me like that.”

and that's when you realized that taehyun looked so pretty in pink— cheeks colored with warmth despite the cold, the corners of his eyes crinkling, applying his chapstick to protect from the cold, making his lips darker as he rubbed them together. and you just shook your head, smacking him and getting back on topic.

“i don't know why you would order a cold drink,” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, eyeing your fingers stir the straw before you took it into your mouth. and his eyes darted away, looking outside instead, suddenly turning red.

“its delicious!”

he scoffed, “and you're stupid.”

“dude, just drink your pumpkin spice or something and shut up.”

“make me.”

“what?”

“huh?”

he bent towards the screen in the car and turned the volume of the song playing up. “i didn't say anything?”

little did you know, cluelessly absorbed with your own feelings, that you didn't realize it wasn't usual for taehyun to take girls in his car out for drives in the rain. or tease them for their drink choices. or let them pick what music plays in his car. or stare at them like he was right now.

taehyun was usually respectful— he didn't really find it his place to nudge someone, or to tell someone that their choices don't fit right with his own. so why didn't you realize that this boy wasn't just toying with you for his own fun, that he didn't actually give a fuck if you drank cold in this weather or not, that he's here in this moment with you as not “just friends.” ?

“you got something on your—” he pointed to your chin, and then rolled his eyes when you missed the spot multiple times. “here?”

“no,” he bent over, suddenly a bit too close for someone who needed to innocently tell a friend that they had a spec of food on their face. he wiped your chin, thumb accidentally (or not) grazing over your bottom lip. “here.”

“oh...”

you felt your lips pressed together when you eyed his features, his glasses falling lower and lower, feeling the drink slip out of your grip from the condensation from the cup. and you giggled, a hand on his chest as he placed his over your own, pushing him slightly away. “thanks, hyun.”

he hummed, clicking the window behind you to open slightly, a gush of cold suddenly entering the car and ruffling your hair. and you yelped, suddenly closing your eyes. “dude, what the fuck!”

and since you were distracted, you didn't see the blush that had settled on his cheeks, and you didn't see him biting his lips as he pulled his drink closer to his lips to take a sip. “fuck. you. ungrateful. good for nothing. dick!” you gave him a smack on his arm with every word, giggles in the car and a warm tingle in your stomach.

“dick!?” he gasped, pouting mockingly, “i liked it when you called me hyun.”

“well, you're a dick, now.” you settled the last of your hair, brushing the rain water out.

“your dick?”

“maybe.”

then after some silence. “dude, that sounds so weird.”

“fuck. yeah, you're right.”

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beomglocks · 2 years

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oh! it's just like magic! : k.th

☆.｡.:*summary : if you could you would shove him back in his stupid little jar. you never want to see him again, not even if your face heats up a little when he gets close to you...nope!

☆.｡.:*pairing : demon!taehyun x witch!reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : mini drabble, spooky season fic finally, demon taehyun bc obviously demon fic from user beomglocks, "summoning a demon and now they live with me" trope, enemies to less hated enemies?, enemies to 'there is sexual tension here but no one wants to acknowledge it'

☆.｡.:*w/c : 1.4k

"if you're gonna live in my house could you atleast have some form of decency," you exasperate at the demon currently lounging on your couch.

the demon in question, taehyun, scoffs. he smacks his lips loudly as he munches on some of your food and you swear the vein on the side of your head pulsates which each obnoxious sound. he's doing it to aggravate you, you reason with yourself.

"you tipped over my urn... so no," he giggles, shoving more food into his mouth. you exhale, "i told you a thousand times already! i was cleaning out the collection room and didn't know the cleaning spell on the broom would go haywire."

taehyun shrugs. "ever heard the phrase never keep all your eggs in one basket? no one told you to keep all of your dangerous, haunted items in one room, this isn't the conjuring babe."

you gape at his audacity, choosing to ignore the sudden petname, "shut up, how do you even know what that is." you roll your eyes at him, regaining your attitude.

"what? am i not supposed to know what pop culture is just because i was locked away for thousands of years? i may not have had netflix in there but i have ears," he rolls his eyes at you. "humans are all the same..always looking down on everyone else," he sucks his teeth. you groan miserably at his remark. "that's not what this is about," you whine.

you wished you had just been at least a little bit more careful when cleaning. earlier in the week you had been consoling a grieving woman about her dead boyfriend. she had come to you to find a way to contact him beyond the living world.

despite the many times you'd done this with other people, this time it didn't work. you didn't know why but you had a good clue. perhaps you shouldn't have brought it up with her though.

"did you maybe have some sort of falling out before he died, maybe he doesn't want to be contacted." that was the spark to push her over the edge. you sat in shock afterward as she yelled at you about how perfect her relationship was and how you'd never find anything as real as what they had.

to your absolute horror, she started tossing everything off the table, including the incense and water you used to sense vibrations. you had promptly told her to leave after that.

grumbling and annoyed, you decided that you were way too tired to clean everything manually so you used an auto-clean spell on a broom to do the work for you. unfortunately, your emotions were too much for the spell and it ended up flying everywhere, knocking items and bottles off shelves, causing even more of a mess.

you hadn't even noticed when the broom had knocked over one of the more rarer urns. when did you even acquire this one? you wondered to yourself as you knelt down to inspect the damage. you weren't dumb though. you knew there could be some kind of entity in there who was now loose and to your horror there was.

he was standing over you with a frown and his arms folded across his chest in a disapproving manner. his hair was an ashy gray color and some strands fell over his eyes intentionally. he was good looking, as you'd expect any demon to be and along with that graceful face came even more graceful words.

"look at what you've done, you stupid witch," he mumbles under his breath. the problem with pretty demons is that they lose their beauty once they start insulting you. you had rolled your eyes at this, choosing to ignore how his biceps bulge when he tightens his arms across his chest.

"im sorry ok..." "taehyun" you sigh, "right..taehyun, im sorry."

he tsked, mindlessly kicking the shattered object away from his feet. he looks you up and down and you swear you can see the gears turning in his head. "so what are you gonna do about it?"

you scoff, standing back up only to find that even standing up the demon was taller than you. "seriously, its going to take weeks for me to even find a spell to properly fix this, let alone master it to get you back."

he raises his eyebrow at you and smirks. taehyun shrugs as he paces around the room, toying with the other objects on display.

"well...i guess this means you owe me a new home and I'm stuck with you."

taehyun suddenly appears in front of you, effectively making you drop the broom in surprise. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you glare up at him, annoyed that he took you out of your flashback.

he doesn't answer right away and you want to hold your glare but you swear you see the tiniest bit of...something other than utter hatred in his eyes and it makes you falter. "w-what is it?" you try to shove him back but he holds his position.

"honestly y/n.." he looks down at you. you feel your face get hot at the sudden seriousness of the situation. he scans your face for a while before the look of intrigue is replaced with disinterest. "you were spacing out and kept staring at me, could you be any less irritating."

he steps back but not before he flicks your forehead with his long fingers, snickering at your flinch.

you watch him saunter back to the couch as if nothing happened but you can't help but feel odd. as the days went on you slowly learned how to co-exist with the annoying demon in your house and a part of you think you might be growing to tolerate him just a bit. he still annoys you but it feels playful rather than spiteful sometimes.

you stare at the back of his silver head in thought until he speaks up. "stop staring at me, you're being obvious." you fold your arms across your chest. "i wasn't staring at you, you're ugly and a demon. two strikes."

"oh really now?" he scoffs, not bothering to turn around. "so if i wasn't a demon would that change anything?" you roll your eyes but bite your tongue at the implications. "no because you'd still be ugly and now you're getting a third strike for being annoying."

you hear him laugh and shake his head. he knows that you know that he's not ugly in the slightest bit. if anything, he's the most good looking person you've seen in a long while but of course you'd never admit that.

you sigh heavily plopping down next to him on the couch as if the tension wasn't high enough. he glances at you through the corner of his eye trying to bite back his smug smile. "why are you sitting next to me y/n hm?" he scootches closer to you to make you uncomfortable. it works, seeing as you scootch away closer to the arm of the couch.

"what the fuck do you mean, you keep forgetting this is my house, i can sit where i want," you scoff. you don't see it but his fingers twitch at this. he places them on his lap to not seem obvious. "whatever, it's our house now."

your mind is practically yelling at him to shut up. why does everything he say sound like a weird relationship innuendo?! you shake your head. no, you refuse to fall for his charms. he's a demon, he's supposed to be good at things like this. on another note, he's been terrorizing you since the moment you mistakenly freed him. there should be nothing to find attractive about him.

not even a couple days later, when you accidentally walk in on him exercising. his muscles bulged with each pump of his arms. the tee shirt and shorts he wears leave nothing to the imagination. before he can even realize you stepped into the room, you are out of there. how is he making you flustered in your own home?! you can't continue like this or else you won't be able to walk into any room in your house without having to do breathing exercises.

"it's our house now." you wanted to erase those words from your mind. they haunted you every time you saw him smirk at you whenever he caught you staring too long. every time he walked past and said something snarky. those words were like a verbal contract, signifying the day you brought this annoying demon into your life.

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jungwnies · 2 years

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⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ kang taehyun | s. how i imagine txt’s taehyun texts his partner ! | p. gn!reader x bf!taehyun ! | g. texts, romance ! | w. light cursing !

green texts because he’s an android user ! nothing against them i just think it’s cute and funny how he hasn’t switched an iphone like soob (so cute).

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pr0dbeomgyu · 2 years

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10:27 am

pairing : bf!taehyun x reader

warnings : suggestive if you squint

tracing the moles on taehyun's neck with your nimble fingers, you felt a smile tugging on your lips when he leaned in closer to your touch before letting out a sigh.

you're laying on top of him on the couch comfortably, his arms around your waist to secure you from falling, the tv serving as nothing but just as a white noise. taehyun had always loved cuddling with you on top of him, it made him feel closer to you, he had said, but really you think he just likes showing off his strength.

"you know, i really love your mole," you mindlessly said, placing a soft kiss against the skin. "and to be honest i like the feeling when you're kissing it," he said, rather abashed. and so you pressed your lips onto his neck again, firmer this time, even going as far as licking a strip along the skin slowly. taehyun shivered at the sudden gesture, a low groan escaping his lips. "yn," oh you could do this all day.

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stardustsunny · 2 years

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{ 11:29 pm. }

tw: mentions of anxiety, one swear word??

a/n: sorry it's quite angstish cause I'm going through not the best days rn and I thought that maybe if I write something to take my thoughts out it will help me..(actually it is!)

It's just the middle of the week and you feel so drained from your work, from people around but mostly from yourself. These anxious thoughts haunts you every fucking day, you can't stand it anymore. The more you think, the heavier lump in your throat gets and the harder your breathing is.

You sat on your bed and tried to calm yourself down, trying to suppress the panic that grew second by second. It's so hard, you're scared and you can't make it alone, you feel like crying but there are no tears in your eyes. You grabbed your phone from a night stand and found a contact from the only person who can help you right now, who can calm down the storm of anxiety in you. Taehyun. He is your safe place, you always come to him whenever you feel bad and he always welcomes you with a warm embrace.

He was quick to appear in front of your door and once you saw him the tears flooded your eyes, you held them all this time but once you saw him your inner system broke and you released everything.

Taehyun quickly hugged your frame while soothingly whispered some calming things and took both of you to the couch. He pulled back a bit to see your face and carefully wiped your tears with his thumb "Babe, what's happened?" boy waited for your reply while looking at you. "Tae..it's happening again..my anxiety, I can't get through it anymore, it's so hard I feel so broken.." You burst into tears again and Taehyun pulled you closer. "Shh..y/n, calm down. Everything will be fine, we all have bad days and you will be fine too. I will always be here for you, okay? You can tell me anything that bother you, it will be much better then bottle it up inside, it will broke you harder and I don't want it." He hugged you firmer, and you felt all of his warmth. "Promise me you always tell me your thoughts, okay?" Taehyun whispered to your ear and you nodded while moving as close as possible to him. The said boy kissed your temple and rocked you from side to side that eventually made you feel better. You know that you can break through anything if you will be by his side.

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s-uwu-binie · 1 year

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❥ bf!txt's reaction to you falling asleep on another member's shoulder ੈ♡˳

➻ txt x gn!reader

➻ genre: all things fluffy <3

➻ the one where they get pouty and clingy over who gets to be your headrest, just really really whipped boys again

➻ requested by @mywonie, i hope you like it bubs ^^

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

mans is a tad bit possessive of you (in the healthy way ofc, baes), which is something you already knew early on in the relationship. but it wasn’t your fault you were so sleepy to not notice the difference on which shoulders was your boyfriend’s. in the end, you ended up laying your head on soobin’s stiff shoulder, him already giving nervous side glances to yeonjun’s hooded gaze. he nearly jumped out of his seat from the eldest’s unrelenting stare.

safe to say yeonjun’s hand is draped on your thigh the whole time, only budging when he notices the immense stiffness in soobin’s poor shoulders. yeonjun takes it upon himself to carefully transfer your position from soobin to his. the smirk he tries to hold back becomes even more difficult to suppress once you snuggle into his firm chest, searching for his familiar warmth with an incoherent murmur.

his hand would reach up to stroke your hair, his lips naturally curled to a pouty smile, “did you sleep well, baby?”

the first thing he’d do when you open your eyes is to either tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear if it’s long enough or to childishly boop your nose, finding you absolutely adorable.

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡

with soobin, i feel as though he would be fine with it. he trusts his members with you, and vice versa. there would be a twinge of jealousy slowly brewing inside him, but it’s barely even there when he notices your peaceful form slumped over beomgyu. the whole ride would be filled with beomgyu teasing soobin, as expected from choi beomgyu himself. the trickster pulls out his phone and opens the group chat immediately, texting soobin how he’s missing out on being your personal headrest.

let’s just say soobin is not impressed in the duration of the whole ride. i can imagine he’d be sporting a slight pout on his face, dimples making an appearance. his arms are crossed and eyes staring holes at beomgyu’s head. the others take this moment to take snapshots of his mini sulking session, all sending it to you when you wake up later on (all which you save in an album dedicated to soobin <3).

trust that soobin won’t let you go once you all reach your destination, his massive hands cupping your cheeks to gently wake you up from your nap.

“you can rest on my shoulder on the way back, angel.” he says, sending the other choi a nasty look as he does so, fingers intertwined with yours.

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗕𝗘𝗢𝗠𝗚𝗬𝗨

whiney. let me tell you that. he’d complain so much to the point of almost waking you up from your sleep, earning him a pointed look from taehyun (telling him to shut up to avoid disturbing your rest), whose shoulder you were leaning on. beomgyu effectively quiets down for the next few hours because of this. but don’t get it wrong, he’s still plenty whiney about it, albeit silently. beomgyu would play with the hem on his shirt, wiggle his feet in boredom as he waits impatiently for you to rouse from your nap.

i bet he would be dying on the inside tho, like?? he was right there, yet you still managed to sleep on taehyun. you better prepare for the endless rambling you will face by the time you wake up, because he will not shut up i swear. he would be clinging to your arm, chin resting on your shoulder with him talking your ear out about how much he wanted to cuddle with you the whole time.

he definitely would poke fun at you tho. he’d softly trace your lips with his thumb, “you got some drool here, baby.”

beomgyu’s clearly bluffing, but he’d really do just about anything just to see you scramble your hands up to your face as he stares at you with a boyish smile on his handsome face.

𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡

now this man right here, this guy is soft and tender when it comes to you. yep, he may be pretty rough with the others but never with you. taehyun would be totally chill about it actually. the moment your head rested on kai’s shoulder, he did nothing but smile at the two of you. all he cares about is you’re getting the sleep you need. plus, he trusts the members with you a whole lot, and vice versa. and the fact that you’re comfortable enough to sleep around them brings genuine joy in taehyun's heart, only proving that you are already a part of their little family.

i imagine taehyun wearing a cute grin on his face, observing how kai gently adjusts your position on his stature. just a couple of best friends ensuring that you’re comfortable and all. i also feel like taehyun would sneak photos of you, then set it as his wallpaper. he’s that chill about it.

you would be surprised when taehyun wakes you up by kissing your forehead, lips pecking in a feather-like motion.

“did you have a good sleep?” he’d keep pecking you on your crown, “i bet you did.”

𝗛𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗞𝗔𝗜

gentle giant. that’s what he is to you. i feel he is another one who is chill about it, but he is slightly more clingy than taehyun. he’d pull a pout when you snuggle into yeonjun’s warmth, but he doesn’t say anything about it. he just stares lovingly at your sleepy face, when he’s supposed to be putting on a pouty front. what i can see happening is that kai would surely bring one of his precious plushies. he’d place them in your lap, just so you can have something to hold onto or cuddle with while you slept on yeonjun’s broad shoulder.

hyuka would be so cute about this too :((( he’d be all smiley and giggly about it, completely disregarding the fact that you’re resting on yeonjun the entire time. his undivided attention is all on you now, eyes trailing on how adorable your scrunched brows and squished cheeks are at this moment.

“you’re so cute like this,” he’d coo at you. “i could just kiss you right now.”

you’d be left hiding behind the fluffy plushie in your hands by the end of it.

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 © 𝘀-𝘂𝘄𝘂-𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗲

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seonghwasblr-moved · 6 months

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He is so pocket-sized

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sadnightforus · 7 months

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[10:39 PM] As you look at Taehyun who merely grabs the unplugged earphones of yours from your pocket, he chuckles a bit before saying “Wouldn’t your ears hurt if you listen to music this loud?” before gently tucks it back into your pocket. You’re completely flustered to the point you consider digging a hole to hide because you just got caught by your crush and now he knows how you feel about him.

Fuck it.

He might hate you for that now because you’ve been acting like a lovesick fool whenever he’s around and you try so much as to get close to him, even do things for him which you hope would go totally normal and unnoticed. And you know it’s creepy.

You’re already expecting a distraught expression that will soon display itself on his usually neutral and relaxed face. You don’t know how you can deal with that and that thought makes you wanna burst into tears.

But he looks at you, with a smile on his face as he slowly says “Thanks for finishing my song the other day.” and he watches your face change from an anxious mess to a surprised one before you shyly smile. He hands you a lyrics paper with an ending line, written in a pink highlighter that was clearly not from him but from you with the line that says “I just wanna say that I love you.”

At that moment, you understand that your feelings are reciprocated.

All those moments where you stole glances from him in public, he also looked at you but turned away before he got caught.

Or you were on the bus and you stood at the front while he stood at the back, he too, admired you from afar as you pretended that you were looking around so he wouldn’t catch on.

Or when you both crossed paths and he bent down to tie his shoelaces, he did so with the intention to keep the memory of you engraved into his brain.

Or when he played guitar and you listened to the music nearby on the rooftop, he smiled as he looked at the way you seemed to be lost in your own little world, smiling to the beat of the music and the sweet melodic voice from the mp3.

Or when you gently pressed your face onto his shoulders one time in the elevator, hoping he wouldn’t notice while he was ecstatic that you did so.

It all makes sense now.

All those moments weren’t just you silently loving him from afar, he did the same too.

And suddenly, he doesn’t seem to be a person who’s out of your reach anymore as you both get lost into each other’s eyes, hands locked, lips curve into a smile as he says “Let’s get out of here.” once it opens.

You both know what he means. And surely, as he leads you out of the cramped space, the steps you both are taking is marking the beginning of something beautiful.

A/N: love love love away by jannine weigel so much. I stole the entire mv scenario for this fic (I am sorry that I don’t have any originality left atm)

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mazeinthemiroh · 8 months

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[7:14am] you don't know what possessed you to agree to be taehyun's running partner.

and yet here you were, huffing and puffing alongside him in the early morning shine.

there were many problems with this little arrangement:

first of all - taehyun would be at your house for half 6 in the morning, which you expressed was too goddamn early and you needed your beauty sleep. to which he replied you didn't need any.

secondly - his strides were bigger than yours. the benefit of having long-ass legs was that people could get places quicker. you had no such advantage. and so, it took a lot more steps just to catch up with him. between the distance of your strides and the lack of stamina you had, it was a dangerously exhausting combo.

and finally - you were convinced he was a full on positive psycho. he found all this very 'refreshing' and 'fun.' yes, to taehyun, this was a 'light' exercise. everytime you stopped for a break, he would have a giddy smile on his face as he caught his breath. he looked happy, while you felt like you were going to collapse.

"you wanna go for one last lap around the lake?" taehyun suggested enthusiastically, nudging your arm as if that would motivate you.

"no." was all you said, still catching your breath as you flopped onto the wet grass. he happily joined you.

"i don't think i'm cut-out for this life," you groaned, while he chuckled.

there were some advantages to running with taehyun, of course. one namely being that... you could admire his toned body, and the way the sheen of sweat artistically graced his face. nothing like that to wake you up in the morning.

he crossed his legs and hummed to himself, waiting for you to catch his breath.

"hey," he finally perked up, "you want to get a mcdonald's breakfast instead?"

you looked at him with, unable to comprehend the words he just spoke.

"i fucking love you by the way," you wanted to hug and kiss him for this but all you could muster was a light tap on his bicep, which he gracefully accepted with an easy laugh.

maybe you weren't regretting being taehyun's running partner, after all.

#abi's timestamps .・゜#taehyun #kang taehyun #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #kpop #taehyun x reader #txt x reader

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stealanity · 2 months

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playlist four , tomorrow by together :

⠀

ꕤ choi yeonjun ,

you make me smile

summer love(rs)

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[ 10:53pm ]

[ 11:56pm ]

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ꕤ choi soobin ,

three legged race

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ꕤ choi beomgyu ,

[ 6:19pm ]

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ꕤ kang taehyun ,

[ 2:03pm ]

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ꕤ huening kai ,

[ 4:37pm ]

[ 3:14pm ]

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ꕤ ot-five ,

their s/o thinks they're ashamed of them

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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5:02 pm

Choi Beomgyu x female reader / 456 words / fluff / smut

Warnings: dry humping, cursing, teasing

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day seven of kinktober - choi beomgyu x dry humping

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It was still very early days in your relationship with Beomgyu, which meant you still hadn't got around to having sex. Neither of you were virgins, but neither of you had tons of experience either. You had the occasional make out sessions, but nothing more, both being too scared to initiate anything first. However, something sparked tonight and Beomgyu pulled you in for a heated kiss, ending up with you straddling his lap, grinding up against each other to create needed friction.

"Baby," Beomgyu cooed in between messy kisses, hands placed firmly on your waist as he helped guide your hips in a slow motion, "Fuck, you’re making me go crazy. I want to do so many things with you, but I want it to be special for you. I need it to be special for you."

A slight whimper escaped your parted lips at his words as well as the way his hips rutted against your own. You were in too deep, you needed this as much as him, but now unfortunately wasn't the time for it, "I want you, so bad baby," You mumbled, hand placed on his cheek, "But we don't have long, baby. The boys will be back from the store any minute and I don't want them to walk in on us."

"This’ll have to do for now, baby," Beomgyu teased, pulling you closer for a chaste kiss as your sundress lift past your thighs to expose your white lace panties. He couldn't help but groan at the sight, his erection growing more pleasantly, "I'll make sure to take my time with you when we do get the chance."

One of Beomgyu's hands moved to cup your breasts and tweak at your nipples through your dress, "No bra?" He smirked, lips moving to your neck as he left his mark before you could respond.

Pulling away, you placed your hands on his chest, giving Beomgyu a soft smile before beginning to grind against him in a fast pace. Knocking the breath out of each other. You felt this feeling in the pit of your stomach, your legs were shaking and whimpers were falling from your lips.

"I think I’m gonna cum," Beomgyu groaned, hands firmly holding your waist.

As you were about to let go, the sound of the door being opened and sounds of the boys laughter caught the two of you off guard, "Shit," You mumbled lowly, flinging yourself from Beomgyu in the process and ran towards the kitchen to get some water.

The boys stood there in their tracks, looking at the two of you with your disheveled appearance before bursting into a fit of laughter, teasing Beomgyu about not being able to keep his hands to himself.

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- Admin 🌶️

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channoticedmeuwu · 10 months

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☆ WHO I THINK TXT IS WRITTEN BY !!

featuring — TUBATU & THEIR AUTHORS | g — headcanons, fluff, angst, slice of life, coming of age | w — NO PAIRING !! mention of food ++ not proofread

a/n — v much tried not to cry during soobin's,,,, watched this clip of him getting emotional during a live while reading moa's supportive comments & genuinely have sm respect for this man

CHOI YEONJUN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “POPULAR” — THE WEEKND

a schoolboy who just wants to be amongst the class. a teenage boy outgrowing his youth, and beginning to realize he's pushed everyone in his circle away, and panicking because maybe it's too late to mend relationships. the boy who's watching everyone grow with him, yet not with him. a boy watching his distanced friends link arms as they jog towards the canteen, watching the girls sit together as they absorb each other's quiet in the library, watching the group of friends sneak out of class and sit by the benches. a boy realizing he's not like everyone else; pictures of friends taking trips together on social media, envying the respective bonds of friends underneath a girl's post— her girlfriends commenting “you look amazing!!” “god, marriage when!?”, and then boys who'd tease her with throwing up emojis.

yeonjun is written by a boy who watches people partake in street fashion, groups of friends catching the train after school and falling asleep on each other's shoulders. yeonjun is the result of a boy who's learning to refuse isolation, a boy who's accepting his flaws and embracing them, a boy who's working on himself. a boy slowly realizing what beauty he can hold in himself, a boy realizing he's alone— but refuses to stay that way.

CHOI SOOBIN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “SNOW ON THE BEACH” — TAYLOR SWIFT

a woman who's watched her lover change into a cold person. a woman who's craving the warmth of an old lover, the comfort of a relationship that was too good to be true. a woman whose emotions get the better of her, a woman who misses the twinkle in the eyes of their lover. a woman who realizes that her love isn't being reciprocated the same way anymore, who watches her lover's skin turn colder by the second. a woman watching her lover be consumed by the winter of the universe, to be changed completely and transformed. and she can't do anything but cry— watch them and cry and hold their cheeks and beg for them to come back.

soobin's eyes reflect what love was lost after being savored for a while, soobin's smile thaws hearts of those like his author. soobin is not picture perfect; but he cups teary wet cheeks and empathizes like no other.

CHOI BEOMGYU

💽 ( SONG_REC.) “CALLING” — METRO BOOMIN

a peter parker who's just gotten bitten by his spider. beomgyu is everything that peter's expectations for himself are. peter, who wants to bury the factor of his own fear, who wants to be the hero everyone feels reassured to see. peter wants for his first instinct to not be panic, confusion, or to start making a far-fetched calculation that doesn't help him in the task at hand. peter wants to shrug at the face of danger— to not be afraid for his own leap of faith. peter wants to be carefree, a cheerful soul who doesn't have time to worry because of how fast he moves.

but as time moves on, maturity is what peter sought, not a pretty face with a cocky smile. and peter gives beomgyu depth as he grows himself, a sense of responsibility sharpening the features of a new spiderman, learning the ability to accept his own fear instead of just pushing it below. peter writes beomgyu to be brave; not fearless. someone who's humbled at his wins, who grows stronger at his loss.

but peter unknowingly soon manages to parallel the expectations he never thought he'd meet— and instead of building beomgyu to be someone he'd wish he were, he grew him to be just like him. to know when to laugh and to accept his own emotions when necessary, beomgyu turned out to be a carefree soul who believes in justice and his right to his own story.

KANG TAEHYUN

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “THANK U, NEXT” — ARIANA GRANDE

a young lady who was nit-picked by the beauty standards of a black and white society. a young lady who never understood where her greys would fit. a woman who is growing to shun away a mold she is aware she would never fit. taehyun's unique beauty is a result of a mind curious to sculpt their own standard. a stubborn soul, who embraces their differences, who moves on from the fact that they are not like the others, and recognizes that it's what catches everyone else's attention.

taehyun's emotions are quick to reach his features, moulding themselves to reflect what his heart feels. his eyes turning softer, the corners of his lips growing into a smile, the tension in his forehead dissolving as he grows fonder; taehyun was written to be observed by those who were just like his author. those who recognized their own place in a community, or the lack of said position, and always embraced it. taehyun was the result of self indulgent art that stood as a symbol for those who appeared to not fit a “beauty standard” — whatever beauty standard meant, anyway. subjectivity was never meant to be moulded into a standard, and taehyun stood to be a reflection of that.

HUENINGKAI

💽 ( SONG_REC. ) “A MARRIED LIFE” FROM UP

two 5 year olds who met at preschool and now have distance in their friendship due to one of them moving out of town. a pair of children who sneakily panic when they realize they scribbled on the wall with crayon. children who struggle to throw snowballs at each other because of how cold snow feels. two kids who stare out the window and guess the cost of cars passing by based on how expensive they look. two kids who announce that they'd like to get married as a way to show their tight knit bond.

two kids who always left the corners of their sandwiches, and argued if the head or the butt of the dinosaur nugget should be eaten first. two kids, who'd cry if the other cries. two kids who are now too far apart from each other; overwhelming sadness only emerging from a tiny body in the form of incomprehensible tears.

two kids who begin writing to each other in colorful crayons, whose journey of writing to each other never reaches its end. two children who exceeded the height marks on their walls, who grew up to be able to fit more words in their letters. hueningkai is the spark of their relationship, the cursive and the colorful. an innocence which never grew into maturity when it came to each other, a pair of kids who were too old to sit on the porch and swing their legs, or watch clouds.

hueningkai is the tears prickling in their eyes when they run to each other after years, an embrace that sends heart palpitations towards toes. hueningkai is the innocence they never grew out of, a pair of former children crying in each other's arms, an overload of sensory, a platonic kiss to each other's forehead. a soulmate bond, and an unspoken understanding.

txt — masterlist

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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sweetsoogyu · 1 year

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[TXT Group Chat]

Beomgyu: JSDHWJZ

Soobin: What is that?

Taehyun: It’s a laugh

Soobin: How do I do that??

Beomgyu: Just press any letter

Soobin: 7

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pr0dbeomgyu · 1 year

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[8:05 pm]

pairing : bf!taehyun x reader

genre : fluff

warnings: none

wordcount: 203

"i love you,"

taehyun who was busy doing the dishes halted all of his movements in surprise, a plate almost slipping out of his fingers. you took the chance to leave your seat and make your way closer to him, putting your arms around his waist, backhugging him tightly as if telling him how much you love him. you heard him put the plate down, taking off his gloves shortly after.

"i cant see your face like this, say it again," he gently said, turning his body to face you.

considering this is your first time saying 'i love you' you cant help feeling embarrassed.

"i... l-love-" you felt a quick peck on your lips, catching you off guard.

taehyun's fingers held your chin, making your eyes meet his.

"i didnt quite catch that, what is it again?"

"i-" again, a peck on your lips.

oh now he's just messing with you.

you were about to raise your hand to shove him away in protest, but he was quick to catch it, before bringing it to his lips.

"I," a kiss on the palm of your hand.

"love," a kiss on your knuckles.

"you," on your forehead.

"too," and lastly, on your lips.

a/n : very lightly inspired by yuki x machi's scene in fruits basket.

permanent taglist :

@soobin-chois @prodtrouver @yeonyeonyeonjun @junnlvr @multi4lifer @wonderwrench @moonchildflynn @softbaekhours @kac-chowsballs @whereisgyu @jannine00742 @sjyuniverse @wonyofanclub @fairybinie @tonightletspretend @rolexjung @acciomylove @hyukakes @bobatonin @sooweet @taeyongslilkitty @enhacolor

#taehyun fluff #taehyun imagines #txt timestamps #taehyun scenarios #taehyun ff #taehyun fanfic #taehyun x reader #tomorrow x together #taehyun oneshot

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itgirlgyu · 11 months

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love's worth | kang taehyun.

ζ‧₊◜ kang taehyun x fem! reader.

.....ﾉGENRE : drabble! reincarnation! au, soulmate! au, heavy angst.

ヾ word彡count: 1110!

warnings!! - blood!!! taehyun's punches a mirror, there's scars on him ₍ ! ₎ this is part of a miniseries based on reincarnation! read the soobin one here!

is love ever worth it?

what is it other than a specious conundrum that overtakes your life—and provides nothing but aching burns that last over a few lifetimes. the scars of audacity burned into the souls of those who have dared to let the mindless feeling consume their entirety; submitting themselves willingly just for mere moments of sight of their lovers—merely moments, when in reality aeons fall short to sink in their lovers' features into every cell of their body.

what is it but an act of foolery?

taehyun certainly thinks so; bitter chuckles cascading from his honeysuckle lips, his hands in the shade of cherry blossoms; which he isn't able to discern. his falcon gaze scans across the most beautiful time of the year—well to most, but taehyun, it's nothing more than just another inadequate day; a tirade of debilitating minutes that refuses to fizzle away.

perhaps the exhaustion has caught up to taehyun, leaving nothing but a shell of what he once used to be; but ridiculously enough, with all the otiose emotions carved into his being, hurting him like barbed wires around the supple flesh of a human—digging in vehemently to remind him of his purpose.

the creator of all the skies, who created him: if he wanted to make taehyun so fragile, so frail, why must the great god put him through so much agony? did his misery—her misery mean nothing to their divinity?

why must taehyun still crave the things he has for years that he cannot simply count in fingers? when he cannot ever truly attain it. was it not enough? was all the days he has spent learning to love the greyness of his world not enough for his lord? why must he go through the repeating carnage once again—why must he let himself be coloured into her hues once more, only for it to be tainted with a scarlet shade of separation; death, and to awaken once again into this world, for another round of suffering.

to taehyun, it is worthless: love. he has been hurt enough times. he is exhausted, he wants to live. just exist, with no binding feelings of love, pulling him back to the acataleptic inescapable playground. thrashing him around, beating him mercilessly while dangling the price of love above his eyes. and taehyun? ceaselessly letting himself get deluded with the faux hope of finally possessing the one thing he is never destined to gaze his eyes upon, let alone his dirty fingers even daring to touch.

but how can he? when flashes of your radiance torment every bit of his monotonous existence. his silent world, painted in muted shades of black and white, you come to him each night into his dream, humming your tunes of yellow, and pinks and greens. you teach him greed, to want more. to keep going on, to touch your fingertips so he could experience the blessing of colours once more. idly allowing him to change his mind again and again, and awaken the thirst he had subdued years prior.

your face; taehyun aches to bathe in your golden aura, to immerse himself into the warmth and taste with his own mouth.

love is insane, it's immeasurable. how easily you waver the stone cold heart of taehyun's to the rhythms of waves. lifelong promises he had made to keep his sanity intact, in attempts to glimpse at your halo, he willingly submits at your feet.

the story had been written ages ago, ancient ink concluding the story, already marred with the similar shade of mirth, and salacity.

you're bound to find taehyun each life. no amount of seas, nor mountains clouding your vision, and he's meant to love you, again and again, each time with the same promise of a happier ending.

they say love is able to move boulders untouchable by the tenuous hands of mortals, so what difference would make taehyun's brittle heart?

taehyun's head rings, reminding him of the impending change that he is about to experience, he is unbothered. fury coursing through his veins as he stares at himself in the mirror. the guilt of wanting to witness all of the colour, his lover once again, the want—the unbearable want. to touch her, to love her, even for a while, eats away into him. he curses himself for being so weak, for making the same mistakes again, and again.

taehyun's fist comes in contact with the frail glass of his mirror, the shattered debris falling everywhere as he hopes for the pain to mask the insatiable desire to succumb to love—it disgusts him when he wishes to view the shade of the fluid that drips from his knuckles. the vile longing already smearing all over his chest, before he could even stop himself.

with each hesitant step taehyun takes, he notices the world around him embracing the nature of a kaleidoscope. he remembered colours—albeit not that strikingly, but the faint saturation lights his senses on fire and, he wishes to burn in it. there's a fluttering tinge of excitement and shame inside of him, and he is at the crossroads with the guillotine hanging above him like a pendulum.

there's not much time, before he meets you, and he can finally quench his curiosity as his eyes take in the wistful colour of crimson on his knuckles, seeping from the ivory of the bandages.

the guilt builds up like bile in taehyun's throat, threatening to spew at any moment when he notices the tears falling from his eyes to his hand, before someone else's dainty fingers ghost over his injury, and then to the scars that spread over his hands like stars scattered in a night of a holy reunion.

taehyun's doesn't need to look up to gather who had appeared before him—whose hands hover on top of his hands with childlike manner—touching each scar that tells the story of every lifetime they have fallen in love, with a futile attempt to heal him even if the cuts has already sunken deep enough in his bones.

the tears don't stop falling from taehyun's eyes. how was he supposed to deny this love? how was he supposed to deny you?

"i am sorry," your broken gasp is what crumbles his vain attempt to appear strong.

if this is the price of love, he's ready to pay it. time and time again.

love is worth it. it's every maddening decision, each and every scar. it's worth every second of torment—even if it's unending, that one saccharine moment of reunion, is worth it.

PERM' TAGLIST: @impureperhaps @full-sunnies @gyuletters @banggyu0308

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s-uwu-binie · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [unfiltered fondness]! ❞

➻ txt x gn!reader

➻ nothing but fluff ^^

⤷ nothing could really hide away the oh so obvious liking of these lovesick boys for you.

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻

choi yeonjun. a name that rings familiarity in so many people’s ears. a name that brings desire amongst people. a name that you’re lucky to call yours. well, at least that’s what you think, which is a resounding contrast to the envious glares you feel on your back. it doesn’t get easier when you hear their whispers.

as the night went on, the pressing weight on your back seemed to be getting to you as the silk that delicately draped on your body now felt suffocating more than ever.

“baby?” a hand that felt too familiar settled its warmth on the small of your back, tracing patterns on the fabric wrapped on your skin. as much as the touch brought extreme comfort to you, you can’t seem to find the words to speak out the thoughts that rang like an endless mantra in your head.

receiving no response from your end, yeonjun took it in his own hands, gently tugging you along as he led you two to the balcony. and once seeing the space empty, yeonjun immediately jumped on the opportunity to talk. “talk to me, y/n.” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “please?”

hearing the distinct crack in his voice at your lack of response prompted you to look at him for what it seemed like the first time this night. and as your eyes met with his, you can almost immediately recognize the shine in them, staring at you as if you hung the stars in the night sky, and yeonjun would’ve believed that if it was up to him. you’re literally the prettiest human being he laid eyes on.

it's only such a shame that others don't share the same sentiment. he would've thrown hands, honestly speaking.

you sighed, seeing that he won’t budge from his lovestruck stare any time soon. “just... why me, jun?” you love him, you really do. how can you not when he is the embodiment of perfection. but it just doesn't make sense.

your eyes stared up into his once again, challenging him as you waited for an answer. an answer you hope would be the end of it all. however, the reply you got wasn’t all what you were expecting.

“why?” he paused, letting out a deep chuckle that nearly sent your heart soaring if it were not to your current concern. “i love you. that’s why.”

“no. no, that doesn't make sense.” you gestured to the both of you, “we don’t make any sense, jun.”

heaving a sigh, yeonjun took another step, bridging the gap. “i don’t need to have a reason why i feel the way i feel. i just do.”

almost not believing your ears, you were ready to retort if it weren’t for your boyfriend’s interruption. “i honestly don’t care about what they say or think. i’m the one dating you, not them.”

aand to emphasize his point, yeonjun takes one final step to you. one final step to touch your aching heart. “yeonjun-”

not wanting to hear anymore of your doubts, he seals the promise between the both of you. cutting you off this time with a sudden pull at your waist and a soft kiss on your lips, ultimately clearing away all previous doubts and what ifs.

“i don’t care how complicated this gets, i still want you.”

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻

you were starting to feel sorry.

it wasn’t like this in the beginning. it was all about taking spontaneous walks in the nearby park, touring in museums, eating out in multiple food stalls around the city, splurging in convenience stores, and so many more that you can’t even count.

and now, it’s all about sleeping in an empty bed, waking up earlier than the other then returning to the shared apartment with the other already fast asleep, and cancelled dates.

rainchecks and cancellation of milestones were a normal occurrence now. but all you wanted to do was to cuddle into the safety of your blankets and sleep the whole day away with soobin. but of course, the timing was never right as you watched soobin pick up his coat, getting ready for another day at work. perhaps, you two needed to take a break somehow?

“someone’s got a staring problem this morning, huh?” soobin teased, looking over his shoulder. chuckling, you throw a pillow, hitting him straight on the face. “no i don’t.”

soobin let out a scoff as he waddled over to your form on the sofa. “you look troubled lately, bubs,” he said while reaching for your hand before he started playing with your fingers, fiddling with them as he stared up at you from his kneeled position.

“just thinking about something…”

“ahh, that’s never good.”

you jokingly slapped his arm, shushing him from teasing you even more. “as i was saying,” giving him a pointed look. “maybe we need to…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. it simply felt wrong in your mind, it nearly made you sick to your stomach.

wordlessly, soobin gazed upon you as you struggled to find the right words to say, but soobin already knew what you wanted to convey. he just didn’t want it to be true. “let’s not, please.”

as you breathed in, you shook your head and gripped his hand. If there had been an easier way to talk it out, you would’ve already done it. but the lump in your throat and the tears in the corners of your eyes made it so difficult to breathe. “i’m afraid that-”

“that i’d leave just because we’re busy? that i’d drift away from you because of my tight schedules?” soobin rambled on as he got closer to you, but not completely standing up from his seated position. “you know i wouldn’t do that to you, y/n.”

with his hand gripped firmly in yours, the other one reaches out to caress your cheek. and out of habit, you leaned in to his warm touch, “i know, but what if something happens. what if we grow further apart, bin.”

“oh, bubs.” he grinned at you from ear to ear, as if you weren’t the messiest you’ve ever been with your teary eyes and runny nose. “you can trust that i’ll stay forever.”

and despite the heart-wrenching meaning behind his words, you can’t possibly ignore the flutter it brought to your heart. “when did you get so cheesy?” you land a light-hearted jab on his shoulder, which earned you his laughs and cheeky smile, occupying the quiet apartment with his honey-like melodies.

as his laughter and your hiccups died down, the question in your mind still lingered in the air like smoke. “forever?”

“yep.” soobin replied with a playful hum, now deciding to lean even closer to you, so close that you can feel his heartbeat from the way your palm rests on his chest. he looked down at your hand on his chest, beaming at the sight before locking eyes with you, gaze softening. “here…”

he gave you one more look, taking a good amount of time to admire every bit of you. “...with you.”

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂

words can’t describe the tiredness that seeped through your bones as of this moment, and it was taking a drastic toll on your body. as much as you wanted to stop everything you’re doing, you can’t. you needed to get this done for tomorrow morning, well more like later.

sneaking a glance at the wall clock adjacent to where you were sitting only further confirmed your suspicion.

3:53 am

well, so much for getting it done in the morning. you sighed, completely exhausted. and for a few more seconds the only sounds that filled the living room was the ticking of the clock, reminding you that you should be typing away at your laptop, and not leaning back on the cushions behind you as if you didn’t have a tight deadline in four hours.

“what do you think you’re doing?” your ever loving boyfriend stood in front of you, hands firmly placed on his hips, looking eerily similar to how your mom used to scold you back home.

you flinched at the sudden interruption of silence. “gyu, i thought you were asleep.” you put the laptop aside on the space beside, taking a good look at beomgyu’s unamused expression.

“i didn’t feel you beside me when i was sleeping.” he pouted, “you left me all alone, baby.”

right, ever the most dramatic too as he lunged himself at you, almost knocking your laptop off the couch. all you could do was reach over and hope that your laptop wasn’t snapped in half. “you’re such a mess, gyu.”

the only reply you got from the man was an utter look of disbelief and a whine you’re so familiar with. “so are you.”

“touché.”

“so, what’s going on with you?” beomgyu turned to you, making himself comfortable as he buries his face in your neck. “is something bothering you? is that why you can’t sleep?”

“nope, i’m just busy.” you were a lot of things, yes. but you weren’t exactly a good liar, and beomgyu knew that.

“tsk, look at you lying to me.” his voice sent vibrations from your neck down to your spine as he spoke softly, tone contrasting from the clear teasing from his words. “since when were you this shameless, babe?”

a sigh left your lips, deciding to come clean to him about it. “fine. i’m exhausted.” it was all becoming way too much. you could only take too much before you start to buckle under the immense work and pressure you’re harbouring on your shoulders. “i want to sleep, but i know i can’t. i still have a lot of work to do.”

“why didn’t you tell me this sooner.” beomgyu peeked from your neck, “and don’t you say it’s because you didn’t want to bother me.”

“took the words right out my mouth there.” you chuckled, now feeling more worn-out than ever. it also didn’t help that beomgyu started to comb your hair, slowly playing with your locks and massaging your scalp.

beomgyu didn’t reply after that, only silently threading his fingers through your hair once he took note of your change of breathing. once he made sure you were knocked out, he carefully slipped away from your arms, gently laying you down on the couch.

“you’re so mean, you know that?” he glanced at your sleeping form. his eyes trailed from your furrowed brows, which he smoothed out with his thumb. beomgyu also noticed the clear signs of insomnia on your face, shaking his head in disappointment as he saw the dark circles under your eyes.

“don’t leave me out of your struggles, share it with me.” beomgyu wasted no time in opening your laptop, and started typing away with you snoring peacefully in the background.

imagine your surprise when you woke up in the afternoon with your document already sent with beomgyu clinging to your waist, head buried in your chest.

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻

the door slammed shut, footsteps soon following it. it wasn’t long after when the sound of plastic hitting the table.

“you wreck me, love.” taehyun blurted out, lowering himself down to sit on the opposite of you from the coffee table. he says it like you had an idea of what he was referring to, he even got his arms crossed, staring you down.

wow, okay. that came out of nowhere.

“i think i should be the one asking that question.” he sighed, nodding at your scribbled notes. “you eaten yet?”

as opposed to replying, you continued to take notes, keeping your eyes on the page while trying to ignore his stare. and for a couple of seconds, the only noise that filled the room was your pen scratching against the paper and your steady breathing.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” taehyun brought out another plastic bag, taking out its contents. you soon later recognize the familiar packaging from your favourite fast-food place.

“eat up, sugar.” taehyun slid the take-out container to you. “i’m not that hungry, tyun.” you said without looking up from what you were doing.

truth was, you haven’t eaten yet. you didn’t have the time to really prepare or order yourself anything the whole day. but as stubborn as you are, it’s getting rather difficult to suppress the urge to grab the food that taehyun’s tempting you with. but nope, you figured you should be finished with your work first, a habit that taehyun absolutely hated with his entire being.

“you love me right?” he asked, opening up another container for himself, taking a big bite, chopsticks already grabbing another piece, offering it to you.

“of course i do.”

he set his chopsticks down, propping his arms up on the table. “do you love me?” he repeated.

“yes, tyun. i love you.” you exclaimed, finally setting your pen down, giving him your undivided attention for the time being.

taehyun hummed in response, satisfied with your answer. “is that so?”

you nodded enthusiastically.

“if you really love me then prove it.” he nudged the styrofoam filled to the brim with your favorite appetizer. you gotta admit, he honestly came prepared for this, he’s got all your go-to appetizers up to your ideal dessert. just as expected, he never misses a single detail. “just one bite at least.”

you groaned, giving in to your hunger, hands reaching out to taehyun’s outstretched one, “fine.”

“now, give me that.” he demanded, wasting no time in snatching your pen and notebook as taehyun began jotting down your notes for you, letting your body rest for a while as he contently fed you with his other hand, knowing that you can’t really digest the thought of leaving him hanging.

“i love you more, by the way.” his sharp eyes glanced at you for a moment, a smile tugged on his lips while he said this.

“i love you mo-” as you struggle to speak, he shoves another mouthful of food into your mouth to shut you up. “talk me to me when you’re full. i can’t bear seeing you like this.”

𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶

“here,” kai handed you the tissue box, watching you sniffle and blow your nose in amusement. “it’s not that deep, sunshine.”

you shot him a look of disbelief, brows furrowed and lips curled into a scowl. “how could you say that, hyuka?” you point to the disney movie playing, “that right there should be hitting you in the feels.”

all you got was a series of his hyena laughter, even throwing his head back, coughing by the end of it.

you scoffed, “serves you right.” your words contradicting your actions as you urge him to drink from his bottle of water, patting his back while you’re at it.

once his coughing fit died down, transitioning to small wheezes here and there, he turned to you again, pushing the box of tissues towards you, even taking it upon himself to wipe away your tears.

“you know…” kai leaned on your shoulder, staring at you through his thick lashes. “i think i really like it when you cry.”

you pulled away from him, which led to his head falling off your shoulder, landing on your stomach. “excuse me?” you asked, eyes scanning him top to bottom to check if something’s up or if this is another form of his nonstop teasing.

kai hurriedly put his hands up, waving them around in a panic. you narrowed your eyes on him. “wait!”

“before you chastise me.” he paused, “don’t get me wrong. i meant it as a way that i admire that you stay true to your emotions.”

you stayed silent, prompting kai to continue. “i just think it’s nice, you know?” he went on to say, taking in the oozing curiosity in your orbs. “i already love you so much, and i still find so many reasons why i love you already,” he stopped to meet your eyes, sparkling with adoration, he then hid his face in your shirt, voice muffled as he said bashfully, “...if that makes sense.”

your vision blurred once more as you took in the meaning of his words. you didn’t know how you got so lucky to score a guy like kai, to have the opportunity to love such a kind soul as his. he only proves to you everyday how much you mean to him in the best of ways, and somehow, this fact only brings a new set of tears to your already swollen eyes.

“ahh, i’m crying again.” your hands rubbed your puffy eyes, though gently this time when you started to feel the sting around the area. “ayy, stop rubbing it. it’ll hurt more.” kai’s warm hands wrapped around yours, lightly pulling them away from your constant smearing.

his left hand intertwined with yours, an action that doesn’t miss to make your heart skip a beat. he does this while the other snatched a tissue to pat on your tear-stained cheeks, “my crybaby.” he chuckled even more when you started bothering him to watch the movie after hearing you murmur something under your breath. but of course, it wouldn’t be hueningkai without the constant bickering.

kai titled his head at you, eyes never leaving yours. “i think you got it wrong, bub.” he beamed at you, like sunshine, “i’m the lucky one here.”

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